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leinstinct May 2016
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We were inseparable
We were something else
We were the beginning  of an ending
We were painful tears full of joy
We were desire that could not unfold

The only i trusted
The only i truly loved
Spend my life with you i could

Something i never wanted to let go of
Someone I'd like to have my whole life

Not based on intoxication
Not based on the venom we are fed
Not based on pleasure
Had nothing to do with ***
More than anything it was a life long friendship

Maybe you did not feel that way
Maybe you did not care
Maybe you are happier now
Maybe i was one more of the same
Maybe i was just a passtime
Maybe i gave one too many *****
Whilst you actualy did not care

Anyhow i hope the best for you
Wish you nothing but the best
I would still drink all your pains away
And do anything to make you stay

But truly i was just food for your ego
I always made you feel so great
I was always there for you
You for me? You were more involved in your own ****

I would still confort you evey day
Make a big deal of every detail
I would still be there and truly care
You'd still be my first choice
I know i was always rebound
I dont really care

Still i hope i mattered
Still i hope you cared
Still i hope you feel the same way
Still i hope we end the war
Still i hope I'll see you again
Still i hope we make amends
Ken Pepiton Dec 2021
None but he who calls me, me,
thinks of me
as doer of

the deeds we see were done, or
must have been done,
ere I was error there of, as

beauties, if such do yet make
plans for chances I can take
as hope, sent deep to meet me,

as has been done, hoped over
plans, in me, object I point
at you. See, we are they who do

say you see the banner wave,
o'er the legendary home, aye,
of free and brave, learn-

ed and led by the learned away,
to find the me who started
thinking things we say are prayer,

this, nada mas, this we have
as we think, we have, this we,
I, me and you. Please be real. Amen.

The out of body designation,
after life, after ever once begun,
rounds the bend in time to find you.

That is mine, you said to he-
he who calls me, me, he may be
too dense to pass through, solid state.

Activated Intelligence,
see the odds, gads, scads of
notta chances remain to test,

may good enough to try, get by,
as among the best, for umph,
at the last wish in any set of three

kinds of minds full of found
ways this could occur or happen
to seem felt right, enough for now.

- the binge, a novel passtime,
- focus, intent, on hero stories fit
- slicker than snot to viral ideas…

We sneeze, sometimes in threes,
all the breathers who think in me terms,
studies show we mostly sneeze in threes;
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we get vaccines in threes, and we live on
Between April 26 and July 10, 1954,
volunteers distributed Salk's series of three polio shots….

From <https://www.google.com/search?q=first+polio+vaccine+roll+out&oq=first+polio+vaccine+roll+out&aqs=chrome..69i57j33i22i29i30.9668j1j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8>
Let's get practically political, as poets have power to spew, effectual
jabs, at any imagined armed and unready people, common sensed with the maddened mob. Co-video, we see.
somberbitch Mar 2017
The exhaustion of a single thought consumes you.
As you lay there, awaiting something you knew was never to come,
knowing that you were adequate for the time being, but now, as the beginning of something the world long awaits arrives, you have lost him.
Lost him to the mistress that arrives when you must go,
taking what you hold so dear and elevating him to dimensions you cant even fathom.
For you cannot take away the pain like she can,
you can only bear it with him.
But its not enough,
and you're not enough.
This seed begins to plant itself in your brain,
an unbounded vortex,
and the rabbit hole of reality sets in.
Slowly you begin to face the indisputable truth.
He chose her, and always will,
because for the time being she is the quick fix, and you're just a passtime.
Shel Oct 2018
His emerald eyes,
hypnotized,
overanalyzed,
told the boldest lies,
loud as a lion’s cry,
watching chivalry die,
still offering attempts, tries,
to stay alive,
the groans and sighs,
over severed ties,
said otherwise,
only overdramatized,
and swiftly capsized,
in passtime highs,
so it’s always, “See you later”,
never goodbye.
“I wanna ditch the logical”
Emily Miller Feb 2018
In the folds of romance,
Lingering too long,
You made a passtime
Of treating me wrong,
Returning endearments,
With apathetic remarks,
Exchanging devotion
With inconsistent sparks,
But I clung to you fiercely,
And gave you acquittal,
I felt far too much,
But at least I said little.
Ken Pepiton Mar 14
Fluid time, fluid stone, fluid light
all right, solid nothing,
nothing at all, a solid wall,

with a clustering of curious curio types,

messengers messaging between
whole and part, paid tuition
ars intuitus
rare anachronists insist, words evolve.

Words expand, as children into sage
or wastrel conformed and conditioned
expanding the idea of wedom,
breathing, statistically half in, as half out
breathe,
what manner of man am I, wombed or un?

Were there ever men such as we, who can
share context across history, at earth level.
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Considering the ant is no childish passtime,
Fulfilling aristocratic duty to learn then teach,
Considered here, linearly, on a thread

one thought wide, picked from circumstance,
to consider sidereally distant, sent from Mars,

between three and twenty minutes of time away,
on an arc affected by cohesive force, eh

grave-definite down, down, down
to the core of our communication organs,

signaling scents accepted as thought projected,
kindly lines, minds attuned as thought accepted.
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Consider ever, from your vastest sense,
of the gravity bubble we exist within,

you and I, my hearing, seeing, knowing
me and you, my guardian guiding will,

to which I choose to submit, under no threat.

General Common Sense, beauty recognition,

test to tell if the word lord means any true -ing,

Greek men, pure, indeed, wisdoming wedom

mob minds and freedom do not mix,
oil and water, sure as Hell.

Freedom from all forms of tyranny, what holds
our we shape, in our minds? Common sense,

under all the stories contained within this
Goldilocks zone of unintended circumstances,
working out, fine, just iusta think
fine…
is no real answer, it is a code, a social norm set
said, fine, I'll say it, as a code for so small
we'd need ants eyes to see it…

and, lo', we have those,
we have predictable macroscopic images,
graven deep into our idle time drifting state

watching art mock life, and learn life laughs.
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For you to use in any way you can imagine perfectly fine with me.
brat bunny Mar 2018
I like to think
to think about the people
to think about the dead
to think about the inevitable
I like to think
to think, think, think
but now I know that thinking
is a dangerous passtime
for you and I
Bijoylakshmi Das Dec 2019
MONA LISA
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
The most beautiful touch of Love
In Thine sweet lips does it rove,
And your alien smile enigmatic;
Yet I grasp Thee
In Soul's solitary opulence
Where I feel my 'self'
And converse in dialect transparent
With my inner audience.
You greet me with an ecstatic ease.
Perhaps the forlorn heart
Sits calm and composed in
Self complacency.
Being aware of the disdain and doldrum of the Humanity.
Monna Lisa! The Mystery incarnate
Has slain the silence in her Mystic Presence.
Retires quiet in the quietude of a formless eve,
Merged in reverie
Of someone close of the Distant dream.
With admiring eyes all around
'You are an object of Love'
Never to be found!
Though entirely uninvolved
Oh Heavenly Damsel above!
Immortal in mortal Beauty!
Leonardo da Vinci's Art of iconic excellence
An infinitude of Bliss.

Yourq lips enticing,
Eyes far-reaching yet alluring
Make you dream a far-fetched
Delight enchanting.
Oh Artistic Marvel!
Epitome of rare moments'
Rapture and Symphony,
Creation's highest Harmony!
Descend upon Earth -
To be cherished as the treasure of the illimitable Vast.
An endless Mirth!
Oh unequalled Felicity!
You are Heaven's pleasure
passtime
Not mundane Seraglio's worth.
You are an immense Epiphany!
The ****** Beauty
Turned into a Myth
The Creation's unciphered Destiny.
The unthought idea of a legendary Romance,
The unfathomable depth of your surreptitious glance,
Your gestures sublime
Speak of the most euphoric Rhyme!
An unsung Poem
Of the amazing Vast
Aeons to last.

Oh Unforgettable Rhapsody!
Tread upon the Brown
To reverberate the air and earth
With azure mirth.
Your sweet soft unheard melody
Of immenisitude infinite
Of Rhapsody recondite
From the realm of the remote reverie.
Oh Celestial Nymph and El Dorado's Fairy!
Solace unending!

Aesthetic Excellence!
No touch of body and flesh,
Ever sanguine,
All-transcending Deathless ******!
Mona Lisa! The Maiden captivating!
Beauty fails to boast
In your ***** of Elysean Shine.
Breath stops but life breathes Love and Light,
Of inaccessible Height
Recedes further
Never comes to sight.
Mona Lisa, the Sweetheart
To countless beholders in despair,
Untouched in Eternity!
You are the unsolved Paradox
Of Human History.
You are Poetry's new nuance
Which never dies
Meets not decadence.
The Darling of Dalliance of every youthful whim.
In Memory's Archive
The Subtlest Queen!
Oh Seraphic Splendour!
Mona Lisa the magnanimous Heart!
Drop your Divine nectar
And be Bliss to all.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar. 31st July 2019)
Morning Star Feb 2022
I wish odd little things:

▪️First job - Selling Rose's in the Street
▪️Current Job -  Nursery Nurse
▪️Dream Job - Fairy Garden spiritual healer
▪️Favorite food- Italian
▪️Favorite dog - wolf
.Favorite fruit- blueberries.
Favorite Moon - Snow moon
Favorite Character-Thumper
.Favorite Tea -Jasmine
.skills - poetry healer
-Strength- Love is everything.
.Belief- Nothing is by chance . You have everything you asked for.
. Favourite animal - Hare
▪️Favorite footwear- slippers
▪️Favorite Chocolate bar - Dark old Jamaca
▪️Favorite Ice Cream- pistachio
▪️Your Vehicle color – red
▪️Favorite Holiday - Greece
▪️Night owl or earlybird – Nigh Owl
▪️Favorite day of the week - Wednesday
Favorite song- You say
▪️Tattoos_ Angel
▪️Favorite colour - yellow
Favorite Tree - weeping cherry
▪️Favorite vegetables - celery
Favorite Flower-
Daisy/orchid
▪️Favorite woodland animal -Deer
▪️Favorite season - spring
..Favourite Film-
Bambi
.Favorite music- laid back pop
.Favorite passtime - creative writing
.Favorite book-Where love begins
Ryan O'Leary Dec 2019
A poet is someone who
has too much time on
their hands.

In the past, it was an
aristocratical passtime,
example, Lord Tennyson.

The empirical houses of
Japan produced all of the
early haiku's.

Today, we are all emanating
those of whom we purport
to abhor.

Besides, we are contributing
to the pollution problem, by
leaving a carbon foot in print.
Jill Tait Aug 2020
I enjoy my writing so I must be a thinker.. poetry is my compulsive passion.. it’s got me hook line and sinker!!

No sooner have I finished a creativity..then another thought is amidst my mindfulness in readiness  for me..so I think, rhyme in pen ..over and over again.. as I am lost in my own bubble betwixt that overanalyzed brain

But poetry is a pleasurable passtime..it pleases  me no end and keeps the cogs well oiled in my noggin from going around the bend.. but it is just as well I found this happy hobby only recently without a doubt.. coz if I had written verses all of my life.. then my fingers would be worn out!!!

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