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"ocassion" poems
Hate the holidays well I got one for you. Dont have to follow no rules. Just drink till ya drop. To what's the ocassion still ya havent a clue. Hey there missy. dont **** and moan just grab a pint ya big ***** No need for a kleenex just wipe that blood off on your sleeve. Stoner slacker and poets unite for it's Thanksgiving Eve. No need to hang anything by the chimney with care. But it is a party so lets see your underwear. Lets beat the holiday blues. Hey who's drunk and horney? Short skirts and thoose high heel shoes. Crank that jukebox hey grandpa theres no need to leave. Cause everyone is included on Thanksgiving eve. Hey amigo if we play are cards right. we can stir enough **** to see a chick fight. Hey whats going on upstairs God only knows. It's not cheating just wrestling without any clothes. Hey who just cut a whole in the floor? hey grandpa ya better watch that exotic woman your dancing with. Cause she's a woman with a little more. Hey ya'll the cops are coming along with a swat team so it's my cue to leave. but like that fat ***** in a red suit I'll return to bring ya another great Thanksgiving Eve.
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Nov 25, 2009
Nov 25, 2009 at 8:21 AM UTC
Thanksgiving Eve
the sun streams through the curtains in a cat sized patch and there we find him this connoisseur of apricity stretched and flat drinking of the winter day's meager glory tail flicking on ocassion and one eye open.. to the possibilty of bacon on the run. he is now of the age, where he needs warm his bones , before he thinks of... completing his  yoga and cleaning down there. so the little blucat has become a master at fitting his body into any sliver or **** of winter sun .... and is often found dozing. ..or as elliot claims, contemplating the depth, and meaning of his name....
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
seeker of the sun
You come to me with your problems. And like a psychiatrist. I tries to help you solve them. I only advise. It's up to you to decide. You speak of things that was of your own making. You offered up. And found many takers. They operate around see a fool. Use a fool rule. You're not the first. And you won't be the last. To place your trust in someone. Who wasn't worth the trust? What you do is build your confidence up? And stay focus on what's important to you. Place yourself first in things you do. Least when you're sure folks out to hurt you. I'm on advising. Cause I'm not certified to guide your live at anytime. Don't place up a blockade of isolation. Just use wisdom during any ocassion. I'm only advising. It's up to you to decide.
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Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
I'm Only Advising
After Do Not Be Ashamed by Wendell Berry Unashamed You can mute yourself at will Or find you've hit mute in error. On ocassion you might find someone has muted you. You can go off camera. Observe and listen. Unseen, unheard. Ocassionally waving in the hope that you will be called upon to contribute to comment on the wisdom of others. And after a while, on realising that you've gone unnoticed, unneeded, you give yourself permission to walk away, to simply listen in while making a cup of tea. And after a while, you walk out, to test your necessity and you won't be surprised to find it wanting. But then as you return. as you choose candour, bear your inward clarity raise your yellow hand, as you select unmute, unashamed click camera, unashamed and find room, find voice - then a sure screen will rise from the margins and their eyes will seek you out and the mic is yours.
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 4:10 AM UTC
Discovering Wendell Berry
Fall. Run-down places are the nature of things the decay that the gentrified smile of each city tries to cover up as trains move past them. The empty strip mall, the mid-nowhere gas station, the vacant lots and bordered windows and all those hollow ruins for lease between the lights of the rented spaces we call home at night So when you reply with silence as the answer I have no choice but to accept, I think of an entire ghost town built on the sincerity of those run-down places where no one goes And I go there, alone not lonely, if only to seek the company of the quiet truth that demands no explanation for why she left or why I returned to walk down each deserted lane from memory toward what I once called my hometown, my old stomping grounds I ask if I am okay with the absence and let the replies come in echoes against the shell of my former house carrying the sound of far-off ocean waves maybe, a Rocky, sandless beach in the Pacific Northwest where we'll meet again someday okay at last with the silence that comes from leaving everything behind and just going. Rise. Spring is you reborn. a re-learning of steps needed to stand alone. Spring is the water from the sink that hits you between the eyes with the cold, hard fact that love dies and you live on. Spring is a face-off with new realities a rising to the ocassion as the weight of colder and darker days thaw off bent shoulders under the cleanse of April's first shower. Spring is baptism. Your re-newed steps pound the same pavement like falling petals this time around And you remember, finally, That you loves you And you're forgiven when you did not. You remember where it was you were going today Spring is hello, good morning Let's go for a coffee and talk about what we dreamed until we wake up early enough to greet the brightness ahead.
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
Fall, Rise
Fall. Run-down places are the nature of things the decay that the gentrified smile of each city tries to cover up as trains move past them. The empty strip mall, the mid-nowhere gas station, the vacant lots and bordered windows and all those hollow ruins for lease between the lights of the rented spaces we call home at night So when you reply with silence as the answer I have no choice but to accept, I think of an entire ghost town built on the sincerity of those run-down places where no one goes And I go there, alone not lonely, if only to seek the company of the quiet truth that demands no explanation for why she left or why I returned to walk down each deserted lane from memory toward what I once called my hometown, my old stomping grounds I ask if I am okay with the absence and let the replies come in echoes against the shell of my former house carrying the sound of far-off ocean waves maybe, a Rocky, sandless beach in the Pacific Northwest where we'll meet again someday okay at last with the silence that comes from leaving everything behind and just going. Rise. Spring is you reborn. a re-learning of steps needed to stand alone. Spring is the water from the sink that hits you between the eyes with the cold, hard fact that love dies and you live on. Spring is a face-off with new realities a rising to the ocassion as the weight of colder and darker days thaw off bent shoulders under the cleanse of April's first shower. Spring is baptism. Your re-newed steps pound the same pavement like falling petals this time around And you remember, finally, That you loves you And you're forgiven when you did not. You remember where it was you were going today Spring is hello, good morning Let's go for a coffee and talk about what we dreamed until we wake up early enough to greet the brightness ahead.
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We rise, on ocassion, to drink the blood of our brothers. The original vampires drink the blood of youth, and bring about the wandering and ill-placed musings of old age. With bitterness we control our own destinies, it is not fate that is cynical with luck, it is us, cynical because of fate. When we take control, finally in the last days of men, we will see compassion for what it really was, the Jesus, the salvation, the temptation that we never wasted our energy on. I still think that demons crowd the plains of our thought, like gazelles waiting to be gorged upon. Demons keep us down, keep us in the waterfall of stupidity and self-loathing. Don't look back, the demons take control then, they hold sway when the juries of our souls let them talk without consequence.-
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Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
NO Thing.
my throat was kinda dry. my eyes blinked back grief and "so soon" seemed to be the only thing I could stammer out of the ocassion. you were sad. I knew it, I could tell. the hollow, casual sound of your voice "no big deal it doesn't change anything" I guess I didn't brace myself well enough Thats why everything crashed down on my head we were crashing together. so I was slow to pick up the pieces of your wreckage and I had no clue what to do with mine. I could'nt lose myself though through the one-by-one pain of having to say "keep in touch" to all your close friends in such a short time span I think you deserved to find me. 3 mintues on the phone 20 minutes until you leave the broken face of your watch staring back at me why would'nt it slow down for us? rewind and take us back to our friends house green grass, laughing, and kissing things don't ever work that way though You can only deal with it and walk the rest of the miles when you crash about 41 miles and 66 km its not that bad love just promise you'll wait for me and won't mind my blisters when I get there. .
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
Baltimore
Drink with me, baby. I know you want it badly. But why did you look so worry? When you know that it will makes you happy? So, drink with me, baby. For a while it is necessary, for letting away your agony and those thoughts of sanity. So, drink with me baby. Who cares about sins? when all you can feel is pain? and there is no happy things you gain? And what if it was your only ocassion, to left all your pain behind? Drink with me, baby. No pressure this time. It is all your decison, for choosing to bear all the pain or to be happy for a while.
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Drink With Me
My heart. It lies, wherever you at? My mind. It lies, wherever you be? I'm longing for you. At night within my dreams. My destiny is you. Like a journey I wants to be apart. You're that journey lingering in my heart. I'm longing for you. Destiny, I'm coming to you. When? That remains to be known. Why? Cause you're connected to my love inside. If I'm going to travel. There's going to be a reason to go. And if you're by my side. That would be just as nice. For without you. It would be a sad ocassion. And I won't find any relaxation. When I would be thinking of you. My Destiny. Yes, I'm longing for you.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Destiny (Longing For You)
the unyielding flame roars alive, my body consumed i look forward my resolve born a new once again i look at this world with fresh hope and fresh zeal once again i rise for in all of us lays a hero i feel the call to rise up and to display my might but alas in a world where people follow foolish ideas not knowing the harm they cast with an innocent smile yet again and again i shall rise to any ocassion nothing can repel these flames i hold dear i wish to be this worlds ally and in that i may become its greatest enemy as the battle rages againa nd again in my mind i cannot find a sutiable tactic and that is fine as long as my resolve stays strong i cannot be defeated i shall power this world with a zeal unknown and most hidden for when your darkest day comes call upon the tide of battle and i will show for a hero is always late to battle i may be villianised and attacked yet i will not yield i mustnt ever yield! i will face anything that you cannot, i will not allow my heart to harden. my heart will be my shield and although it will be beaten again and again i will not be hisheartened i shall continue to rise to new hights my path may not be of joy, however i will make it better for others i promsie so allow me to bear your burdens, leave then behind and proceed i shall clear the way my armour may be damaged my sword may have become dull but i will not yield nothing shall place fear within me, nor shall i allow it to you for those who cast harm upon this world i shall not permit it for in the end i shall become a hero within this world for a man like me there is no heaven because challenge is the prize i want universe as your servant allow me to grow continuiously do not let my journey end for when the final liberation comes i will return and although my mind may be wiped clear my heart and my core will not change i am and forever will be a knight and with that i peldge undying support so now is the time to rise to take a stand to do what is right for all things must face the light to grow, so grow with me brothers and sisters i shall not leave any behind, but i will take the lead for together we can cast what is right and in my death when it arrives people will not have the right to say no hero existed
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
hero
the unyielding flame roars alive, my body consumed i look forward my resolve born a new once again i look at this world with fresh hope and fresh zeal once again i rise for in all of us lays a hero i feel the call to rise up and to display my might but alas in a world where people follow foolish ideas not knowing the harm they cast with an innocent smile yet again and again i shall rise to any ocassion nothing can repel these flames i hold dear i wish to be this worlds ally and in that i may become its greatest enemy as the battle rages againa nd again in my mind i cannot find a sutiable tactic and that is fine as long as my resolve stays strong i cannot be defeated i shall power this world with a zeal unknown and most hidden for when your darkest day comes call upon the tide of battle and i will show for a hero is always late to battle i may be villianised and attacked yet i will not yield i mustnt ever yield! i will face anything that you cannot, i will not allow my heart to harden. my heart will be my shield and although it will be beaten again and again i will not be hisheartened i shall continue to rise to new hights my path may not be of joy, however i will make it better for others i promsie so allow me to bear your burdens, leave then behind and proceed i shall clear the way my armour may be damaged my sword may have become dull but i will not yield nothing shall place fear within me, nor shall i allow it to you for those who cast harm upon this world i shall not permit it for in the end i shall become a hero within this world for a man like me there is no heaven because challenge is the prize i want universe as your servant allow me to grow continuiously do not let my journey end for when the final liberation comes i will return and although my mind may be wiped clear my heart and my core will not change i am and forever will be a knight and with that i peldge undying support so now is the time to rise to take a stand to do what is right for all things must face the light to grow, so grow with me brothers and sisters i shall not leave any behind, but i will take the lead for together we can cast what is right and in my death when it arrives people will not have the right to say no hero existed
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It's not that I hold my zeal in check. It's always burning in my gut coming out in different forms as befits the ocassion: compassion with tears, generosity with wine, challenge with disappointment, each tempered with discernment, watching my Father and what's on his mind. And yes, on this ocassion that called for the grip of a whip, for upset tables and upset temple authorities. They had taken their eye off their Father and missed the whole point of God's temple. They had replaced prayer with profit. I'm always zealous and, yes, sometimes it's right that I shout its fierce light. Sometimes they need to be reminded of just whose house this is.
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Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC
Zeal
Sound off. One, two, three, four. I love you more and more. Sound off. One, two, three,four. There are things you need to know. We should holler a little loud. When the one we love is around. We don't need no special ocassion. Loving someone is a wild sensation. So holler, with a sound off. And watch the reaction to the situation.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
Sound Off
open your eyes ; look at those smiles step in to your life; you're the next king to be pride when you open your eyes you could see those innocent lives that stands in front of you and waits for your ties you're the steel man you're the fresh breeze you're the impossible you're the ocassion and your heart is the temple and you're your leader now,move on nobody can beat your goals
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
In the field of light