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Nina McNally Nov 2017
Back to the beginning;
A** time when we didn't know anything and
Cared for each other no matter what. Not
Knowing who

They are, but not caring about that.
Only knowing we're all in this

Beautiful world, living
Each day
As it is. Can we go back to that?
Understanding that the past has past, but
Time is forever and we should learn from it.
In this world, we got this one life and we should never take it
For granted!
Understand we're all living this
Life together! Let's make it a peaceful one!
McNally/Flanders, Inc. 2017.
Wrote this acrostic at the beginning of a work day earlier this month.
Sometimes these don't make a lot of sense but the message is clear; PEACE!
We're all in this together!
Song title- Sofia Carson
Joshua Jones Oct 2011
Slip into madness
Let the thirst consume you
It fills you with passion
Piercing the flesh draining the blood
Knowing the vampire within is growing
No longer human reaching for sanity
On your way to hell but never reaching it
T**he night gives you immortality never to sleep again
Nat Lipstadt Feb 2015
a shredded bath mat, a Dead Sea salted bath, and a cold root beer
you want vino veritas vignettes,
color commentary, stray dog thoughts
time lapsed into a ****** single poem wood,
ha ha ha you can't handle the falsified lies
that constitute a sad man's disfigured truths

nobody cares that failure contretemps
inhabit every other thought,
his own sounds of silence sung repetitiously,
every severed second a new verse
coughed up and cursed,
emptying your verbal purse,
snorting with disgust
at your own claptrap vetted pomposity,
who gives a ****...

what I got is the ability
if you can call it that,
to cerebralize verbalize
every eye picture, inputted impulse,
knowing in the fullness of the unwell
that hash for breakfast ain't
suitable for mass consumption

a shredded bath mat,
a Dead Sea salted bath,
and a cold root beer
begat a poem of knowing nowing
a pretend poet meowing what he seen,
what he got temple pounding

Fogelberg sings Auld Lang Syne,
swig down the root beer,
thinking that is one freaking good song,
a life reviewed on the HP stage,

his lyrics modified
with only a tune he can hear

no one will like this,
as it should be,
don't like it me neither,
double negatives for rule busting emphasis,
the only point, ending circumscribed,
curcumsized  by children who don't love,
an ex wife hateful ***** man-enslaver,
this close || to losing your job,
*** is the new ***,
ain't it pc
to singalong
standing on a shredded bath mat,
fresh from a Dead Sea salted bath,
and having drunk a cold root beer,
Crosby Stills & Nash chiming in
teach the children well
their father's hell
will slowly go bye


and this is a poem

that I didn't write,
just reported the here and the there,
and the nothing in between
jerely Jan 2015
A** crazy little thing we desired to fall
Believably that it was true
Could it possibly an imagination or just for real?
Dreaming or falling on the right way
Eventually would fade or maybe would stay
Facing the love of your life it sound so crazy
Going back and forth only to see her every day
How love could mean and change the world to you
In denial at first, but **** you hate it & you love it at the same time
Just trying to catch and realize that it was you
Knowing how much it means a lot.
Love? how wonderful it is
Moved you the hard way you could get
No space that you could filled but only her that you give in.
Oblique spheroids that turn us
Questioning if its round or circle
Rapidly is not enough to find someone like you
Searching for love? you don't have to
The love will just find you at the right time
Unbelievable right? &
Very unrealistic to believe.
Wait & be patient, while
X is marking you to cross the path
You'll never know it will just knock out of your door
Zest is along the way!
Took me 1 hr and half to make it. I was kinda worry if i'm able to finish this or not but still i'm happy that i made it!

jerelii
Copyright
Jan 11, 2015
Nina McNally Jul 2015
Just in the nick of time, I
Escape from the world and
The crazy people that live in it.

People in a hurry, going nowhere fast
And not stoping to enjoy the beauty. "Our
Culture are vultures" not
Knowing when enough is enough. Let's go

Back to the past when
Life was simply and people actually cared.
Understanding that we can change the future.
Each day we have a chance to make a
S**tance and change the outcome of our future for the children!
©2015
McNally, Inc.
Title and influenced from Fall Out Boy.
"We are in charge of our destiny!"
"We make our own luck!"
Peanut Aug 2015
Time after time
In the depths of my soul
Nothing makes me happy
Knowing my heart is mended
Every veins stappled and taped
Rigid crevices filled with cement
Each dominant strats I have endured
Dissing this blood with artificial flavoring

Have you ever seen such gruesome illusion?
Engineering my way to this makeshift completion
And by the time it's done, you won't tell the difference
Ready my tools for I have a confession
Tinkering hearts, that is my profession
S**pectred recondition, deceitful reconstruction
I really am an engineer :3
Roxanne Pepin Jul 2010
Bring
All you can,
Never
Knowing what

You don't.
Over thinking,
Under consideration. an exact
Replica of what

Transgressed.
Hounding her soul
Overtly.
Under influences, you couldn't
Gather your words.
Heroics you
Thought necessary, what a
S**hame.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Asleep I go when I come home,
Awaits the traffic when I'm away,
Longing for the shine to seep in,
Internal thought dormant within,
Yellow as the sun sets with heartfelt,
Armoured with meaning of evening might.

Forward is where it will all end,
Alight the stars once the sun is gone,
Tonight my mind will see.
Ignite the fire, never losing sight,
Mistakes go away but some always stay.
Away I begin my journey for the gift of flight.

Make myself come back to the straight path,
Allowing the winds to lead me through,
Rivers flow as so will I,
Zenith is the point I will reach,
Under the bridge lies me as I go up to find glee,
Knowing I will find myself in the strings of time,
I**ndefinetly, I will find my way to the truth once again.
One day, our paths will be set straight to those who believe.
Samm Marie Jul 2016
From the depths of my harshly
Used heart I sincerely thank you for
Caring in that unattainable way you did
Knowing just who I wanted to be

You always managed to remind me who I should be with
Obstinancy and
U*ndying fervor that left me behind
F-ustrated
U-ntidy
C-onfused
K-nowing
So much weight on my shoulders
Ladyink Dec 2019
How i
Wish that my heart
Was as stromg as
A post 9/11 cockpit door
Impregnable
But you
Found a way in
With you your medical talk
Nowing that sends
Me into a craze
s Willow Feb 2019
Can we talk?
We need to talk about what you did.
I know you don’t care but it hurts me.
Nowing that I’m not good enough for you.
It drives me crazy.
Get out of my life.
Sepia is that burnt orange color of old
Postcards;  Of things remembered and
Still treasures of memories fading and
Almost forgotten that once were in a
Now exhuberant, that could not imagine
That it was was passing.passing before
Our eyes.  Even nowing into darkness
Where all of our treasures are buried
Dennis Willis Nov 2022
How can we get back
to where
once

Now will be that time
later
once

You will be that me
safer
once

This will be that comment
about
once

This nowing line speaking
to you
once
By chance opportunity, my mind, let be in me,
the one that once was in the message,
messenger, Peace, on Earth, good will
found tried proven find the proof
from former found answers,
wisdom from above,
opposing hate,
from below.


Dragonfly Youtube
Professionally
presented
in my feed as we read our minds

quotidian duty peacemakers have

this bubble we be in,
we read literal thoughts
never spoken, heard being read
said as minds
let hold a sound,
ssss hiss goose or serpent, same ssss
idea to a child who has been exposed to the warning

rattle too close
to most John Wayne model hero egoes,
Warrior Ethos, ala the Trump authorized walking papers,

pick'em up. Or stand
at attention
to the constitution. As an institutional attempt.

Above the banner representing the might
of the union,
and the legacy
of BEIC, big money made
on free land days…

John Wayne, peak charicature character actor, as a man,
worth his weight, with a mind
to take this land, as mine,
Dunson,
bang, he shoots the Mexican
on his Patron's King Grant Rancho
authorized by the Pope.
Lo'. Bang.
Dunson, as Trump's model man
draws a revolver not invented yet
fires, once, with five at the ready, revolve.

It's my land now. Wayne's characters all say,
as they play a Hegseth warden watchin  Broch
builders pile defensive positions,
how come we hiccup,
precisely after preconceiving why
a pile of old stored stories of whys, and hows…

Has made all who hate me not,
enemies of those who hate peace…

Outlaw days of us, my kind.

The weapons of our warfare,
therewith we oppose our enemies,
wherewith we agree peace is free,

we meet hate
with love, attracting
innocense, hateful love competition,
pride contests
for firsts, first

to find the answer
..-. - .- dittydawdit daw ditaw

the answer, my friend,
the answer is gaseous by nature,
fluid under pressure and solid caught

cold. During hot times
for new knowing, breathe
war born computing resonating nowing,
hiccups we had since we were children,

hicking up, had we ever since, child like
faith, to hold a breath, until hiccups go away

what a time
to be alive, people have forgotten
hiccups and rot gut burpies and the cafeteria food,

chili and beans con carne y queso,
farting famously
boomers can relate, we ate the cafeteria fare,

we were there,
same time as Trump, but we
were out west along whistle stops
for steam engines,
when the west was long tamed and practically paved,

from Yuma
to the ocean
through secret meanders,
around Long Valley twin peaks,
dos cabezos,  si yo se

we laugh
at the last days mindset Hegseth purports,
true
to all who shall be raptured,
wait and see.

Wait and see.
As the weapons of truths we use, prove truth wins, who fears the lies of the big bad wolf. poet licenese is free for truths wishing for a way to be imaginable.

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