"payne" poems
You like to say love disappeared.
And I swear it never left, but she talk like Kanye "Ima let you finish"
shrug her shoulders; cut me off, Swift.
Drinks on the table it was no one else's business, Henny in my system there was no one else who witnessed how she never took a breath like a run on sentence so I'm in the club flexing working on my fitness; arms out stretched on my chest crucifixion.
I'm forgiven but could never get a word in not even one syllable I'm talking in synonyms I,
never
ever
nevermore, words with friends. Triple word how absurd you be trippin **** on my Instagram insecurity I'm tired of it I'm with my Boys chillin rarely smoked but might burn a spliff; ease the pain so insane major Payne fatigue is in.
I got a glimpse of future, I use to, try to hit you up reconnect, bluetooth, I'm in her ear lying for the *** I miss you, she on top giving me the truth: this all you. But **** it though I'm not trynna be your man, but when she leaving out for work I be sleepin in
and when she home I tax that *** like I'm Uncle Sam nothing ever change so after head she be at my neck
next
Flashback to the present
--and--
she still telling me how I don't get it
stressed
unproductive in her presence, you not even in front of me I'm still tasting lemons; Yo, my star player wants a trade should I let her go? cut too deep for bandaids should I let it flow.
Throwback to the past vampire clothes but the blood different I'm a sucker for that red though: she was floating 6 inches from the earth floor, you's a victim baby true blood, spoil us! Show Me What You Got lil mama let your "Kingdom Come" dressed in all black spending money black republican? Awesome and some; I was sliding home she was catching, clamping; say I turn her on like a touch screen, Samsung; with a touch of color you would disobey your mother as I slid under your covers
mid-day massages
"Midnight Maunders"
at least that's how it use to be, now Award Tour got her trippin almost frequently
we use to fight for love she said now she a causality!
"and how you gonna make this bout you it's about me, phone ringing since 1am it's about 3
thought you was slick huh,
thought I was sleep, you **** right love disappeared"
but she never leaves.
She's still waiting to exhale, but she never breaths.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Preface
**When the broad mind has opened, to gaze the stars that shinning in the unfathomable skies and the glittering Nature, its flowers’ fragrances given to taste the wealthy realms of her, as well as Earth's mysteries—that I ever think of to feel and by my thoughts that spread so deep to try to work with things that sounds of ‛creative’. Here I the ‛moody soul’ started his first journey, leaving his home a few years ago and his up-start was through Literature, Science and Arts and Fiction. Writings and paintings here I believed to be most powerful and that those more often need to convey by the Artist’s conscience and the intensity that gains moral knowledge and appreciation. Here the book has the pictorial paths of Quest and the wanderings, all by imagination’s boat, sails from the western Ideas and its enthusiastic flow. Some finds hope along and also hopelessness, God and Love vagabonding among these ink-stained pages.
Dreamt in the wandering world where no chains shall bind, from the dark veiled lands to the daring spark, no atoms that obscure the force calling light, to aim the glad precious moments of life, to embrace me with a silence and its whispering magic, where gate of hope’s always open to bliss, thundering words are always from roam, the nocturnal pleasure that I only know, and when all will run away as time—why I alone in the upward steps of solitude that caressing wild only wings?
If I met Life as a strange stage of different senses—and I only say you to enjoy the aggressive fruits of my invention. Here it is for all of you can read and evaluate.**
Nithin Purple
Acknowledgement
**This book is dedicated to my parents of Love and support,
from where I got the powers to be inspired—to write and prove.
Special Thanks to Parisian Author and poet Roman Payne of
‛cultural book’ for supporting me as a writer of varying tastes. Also Writer, Wilson B Sanchez of New York, who first gave suggestions
and his valuable sparkling comments of self-improvable topics, which I always bother. Belated friend, poet and writer, Curtis Plaskon from France for his valuable support. Also Poet Timothy & Hilda from Virginia, to them I had good writing memories. And for all the Indians, this book is an open heart to read.**
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
This ***** ******
They say that beauty is in the eyes of the
Beholder, so does this ***** have eyes?
the power of evil and bad,
Today we see what it can do
Many a nation have gone to war,
Because of this ugly beauty,
many family units has been tread apart
Because of its evil doings,
The seven hundred wives of
King Solomon and his three
Hundred concubines was
a great example of what
the ugly beauty can do:
Infidelity is on the rise,
so many lies: so many shortcoming,
Lucy ****** is an embarrassing subject
why men lie and killed for it?
this remarkable commodity: with
****** is like a Van Gogh painting,
It gets lot of attention: the baseline dimensions
is still a mystery: A weapon so powerful
It can break a man down to his lowest
It has a language of its own.
silly words like sup, sup, sup.
the same sound effects of a cold beer going down
the gullets: the smoother, the esophagus: pleasers
The ****** and a beer have so much in common
they both get their men all the time,
a smooth transportation, in addition, the lamentation,
****** you are surely blissful:
Men incredible dreams
who wouldn’t want to own the team?
No matter how destructive or fulfilling:
** Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all that a man can invent.”
― Roman Payne** Quote
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Am I asleep, am I awake?
When I saw you, I felt something so special
And all those daydreams where I pictured you
I've never felt like this before
Cause lately I've been dreaming about you a lot
Truly, Madly, Deeply I am falling for you
I'm not sure about what makes you so beautiful
But I know it's gotta be you
For you got that one thing within you
I wish we could stay up all night
So we can dance the best song ever
For me everything you do is magic
How I wish you were my last first kiss
Every time I see you my tongue gets tied
Cause you are so irresistible
I know that we've only met
But can we pretend it's love?
I wish you could be my summer love
Cause nobody compares to you
In the way you stole my heart
I may not be tall as Harry Styles
I may no possess Louis Tomlinson's angelic voice
I may never be as cool as Liam Payne
Or as cute as Niall Horan
I may not even wear my fedora as Zayn Malik does
I know that I am no part of One Direction and I never will be
But one thing's for sure, you are my one direction
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
Liam Payne,
or should I say Pain
because thats all you cause me.
You make my heart flutter,
When you sing,
its heart to believe,
your not butter.
I know, your not Daddy Direction anymore,
but sometimes, I still wish,
that while on tour, you would still do more,
of your childish punishments.
I miss the old you,
yes I do.
But i like the new you,
too.
Beanies, that read Hype
that makes this hard to type,
and even that **** Stuble**
I might as well stop now,
you know,
I might get my self in trouble.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Liam James Payne
my baby
my perfection
my sun
you light up my heart with just one smile
my heart feeds off of you
like your junkfood
you are
your junkfood for my heart
your not right for me
your too perfect
how can your flaws be beautiful?
well they are
am i in love?
with someone who i've never met?
a...
popstar?
no
im just a fool
a pathetic little girl
who let a perfect guy
invade my heart
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
The feeling again comes knocking in my heart
We shake our hands for many times and I always meanings
In my heart, you are always remembered
It was wrong, but maybe now: I love you like a love song.
The first time seeing you laughing up to your lungs
I'm gettin' crazy but I hide it in my bangs
There's a part of you that you look like Liam Payne
Member of One Direction that made me insane.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
A Great America – Poetry by Toni Payne.
I live in a country where
you are not just told to be all you can be
you are given the tools to do just that
I live in a country where
when things happen that are not right,
people don’t just sit back and ignore because it doesn’t affect them
I live in a country where
the voice of a child to help the homeless is not dismissed because she is too young
I live in a country where
charity is encouraged and oppression is discouraged
I live in a country where
when there is injustice dealt to a black man
both black and white will come together in protest
I live in a country where
irrespective of our differences, we stand together in times of tragedy
I live in a country where
most are compassionate and taught to be their brothers keeper
I live in a country where a nightclub shooting will bring out people
en-mass to donate blood, time and food, irrespective of their lifestyle differences
I live in country where
the six month sentence of a ****** causes mass outrage and protest
I live in a country where
the abuse of a child will cause mass public outrage
I live in a country where
irrespective of your social status or how much money you have, domestic violence is not tolerated
I live in a country where
a man can choose to preach hate, and the masses instead choose to accept love
I live in a country where
people care, people share, people speak for the weak
I live in a country where
people use their wealth to help, not to oppress
I live in a country where
animal lives are also important
I live in a country where
no matter how different we are
no matter how near or how far
no matter what differences we share
no matter what laws are not fair
one thing we all have in common is that,
in out own little way, with every passing day
we care for this great nation and want to make it a better place.
I could go on and on about what makes America great even with
it’s very visible imperfections
What makes America great to me you ask? – The People
Who is America? What is America?
America is a melting *** of different people from different places
with their different cultures, different values, and different views
and someway, for the most part, most times,
we all manage to live in Harmony, sharing in the beauty of our differences.
From time to time, some of us will go against the grain,
and when that happens,
most of us will stand together – with love in our hearts because
United we stand, Divided we fall..
This to me is – A Great America.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
It was threatening rain for a week or more
It was always threatening rain,
The Weather Bureau was always sore
When the threatening rain never came.
We’d hold an open air barbecue
Each time they said it would come,
‘Hey it’s gonna rain,’ said Oliver Payne,
‘What do they think, we’re dumb?’
But the Bureau Chief, one Adrian Reef
Said he was sick to the core,
Why wouldn’t the weather behave itself
Like it had done before,
‘It’s making us look like a laughing stock,’
He bitterly said to Jane,
‘I want you to ring up the airport now
And charter a small, light plane,’
He loaded the plane up with dry ice
And a generous load of salt,
And lugged along an elephant gun,
The plane took off with a jolt,
He peppered the clouds with ice that day,
He put his job on the line,
The last thing he wanted to have to say:
‘The weather is going to be fine.’
And down on the ground at the barbecue
We were sizzling snags and steak,
Having an ice cold beer or two
And trying to stay awake.
The sultry weather was drowsy then
We’d heard the report, in vain,
But just when the steaks were nicely done
It came down, bucketing rain.
We didn’t have time to pack it up,
We couldn’t save snags or steak,
In only a couple of minutes there
We were staggering round in a lake,
And Oliver’s esky floated away
With the rest of the beer we’d bought,
While we took shelter as best we could
Under cover of Maggie’s porch.
The water rose right up to our knees,
Our cars were afloat that day,
The chickens drowned and the old hearth hound
Was found seven miles away,
While on the Teev was the Bureau Chief
With a grin that was not quite sane,
He knew he’d won with his elephant gun,
‘The sky is threatening rain!’
David Lewis Paget
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Morning is not my time of day,
That's when concepts float away,
Across the garden, down the lane,
Through the gate at Hester Payne's.
Teacher's pet and top pass,
Hester sits eyes front in class,
With rubbers straight and pencils sharp,
A clean page ready to start.
I, of course, am running late,
Hair a-fly, face scrubbed in haste.
Chasing my thoughts, I see them now,
Bouncing ahead: _’Where? Why? How?’_
Miss Armitage says I can do better,
Just follow her lead to the letter.
She raps twice: _’Attention, please!’_
We all fall quiet - three sniffs, one sneeze.
_’Now settle down, it's time to count.’_
Braids and partings turn around
To face the board and I'm up first.
Chalk in hand, could things get worse?
In front of Danny, in front of Sue,
In front of Seamus. And you know who?
Three plus three, then five times six,
Square root of nine, just take your pick.
Six and...thirty...three, I'm sure.
Or was that seven? Maybe four.
My mouth goes dry, I stare and blink.
Lord knows, I find it hard to think.
Up the corridor, down the stairs,
Right then left, my thoughts in pairs,
Sift and swirl and giddy about.
_’Behave yourself, now cut that out!’_
_’Come back here, where you belong.
Don't wonder off! Don't make me wrong!’_
I scratch my answers, the class is aghast,
It seems I've something right at last.
Hester sighs, as glum as can be,
For today...this morning...for everyone to see,
My thoughts have stuck with me.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
I miss the way we were.
These days it’s a struggle,
I feel like it’s unending,
Unnerving to get you to do it right,
Yeah I mean love me right.
Love me like I have never been loved before,
These days I can’t even recall,
The last time you reached out to call,
Just to say I love you baby I still care.
Maybe I hold on out of fear,
That losing you would tear me apart,
Even though it feels we are already apart.
Is it too much to ask,
That you love me gracefully,
Doing so faithfully,
Even if it’s barely unconditionally.
Love me with all my flaws,
My jealousy, because it’s you I adore.
To share? you know I wouldn’t dare.
Love me like the sun loves the day,
Like I’m Sitting in it’s ray,
Daydreaming of the day, that you will ask me to be yours,
Forever I wish to spend just being yours.
A love like mine is hard to find
But then again, maybe it’s just in my head,
Either way, you should be mine
I close my eyes once again, fantasizing.
In it we hold hands as we stroll in the moonlight,
The smell of sweet molasses as it trickles down my …. “Laughs”
Is it too much to ask,
For just a little romance?
It’s you my heart wants,
It’s you that I adore.
I think about us constantly,
I feel so broken hearted,
Because it always seems like I’m fighting for this love to be simple,
Drama free, no cheating.
Just the two of us making it work.
Love me like you have never loved before,
allow me reciprocate, because it’s you I adore
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
beauty
indifferent triangles,
shapes and fading shadows
and orange tint,
blood red,
payne's gray,
death,
through life
bring a Purpose.
understanding, or mimicking,
clefts in reality.
my mind
waking up every day
gnashing teeth
in a world of violence,
something,
burns
an oasis,
pokes through
a
faint
glimmer.
then,
nothing.
who can love
like this
i could probably make it on my own
but why would i ******* want to?
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 8:15 PM UTC
I've been lifeless lately
Time rushing past
I've been slow motion lately
Can't remember what I did last
The airs cold against my tears
I have been running so long
I have hid from these fears
It was so wrong
Burnt bridges all around
Glass is breaking through the sound
This pain is taking over me
Im falling to the ground
Please take my hand save me
I've been no good but maybe
You could change me
Maybe it's you that I need
a dove in my window Payne
They said it was a chance of sun
But my sky is full of rain
and I feel like I'm done
The lights flicker to black
My head is spinning
I need to take you back
All this hurt it's been bringing
I cried all I could
And I seen this day coming
I just wished it never would
And now I'm lost again
Burnt bridges all around
Glass is breaking through the sound
This pain is taking over me
I'm falling to the ground
Please take my hand, save me
I've been no good but maybe
You could change me
Maybe it's you that I need
And if only you could see
That this light burns inside me
I'm shining in the shadows
Its like it's never mattered
But I just want to light your way
Even if that path is out of "our" days
I just need to know that we
Were something to keep
Even if it's not me that you seek
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
i wake up every morning longing for more sleep
i look at the clock
im already behind schedule
i leave my my room to see my family
my biggest bullies
i go through the motions of getting ready for the day
i look in the mirror and im unsatisfied with what i see
but i feel hopeless about being able to change it
i go through my day experiencing small bits of joy
but mainly bordem, lonlieness, and unluckieness
i get home on whatever time depending on the day
and i go to my room
then i see and hear you
through my laptop and tablet
and i realize its not so bad
thankyou for being my source of joy
i love you liam james payne
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The little girl’s arm was just long enough to touch the top of the lake. She lay at the end of the pier on her stomach, with one arm and her head floating over the edge. Both feet kicked the air in a steady rhythm. She tapped that same rhythm onto the water, one finger at a time.
thumb-index-middle-ring
pinky-ring-middle-index
thumb-index-middle-ring
pinky-ring-middle-index
The Payne’s gray sky cast a languor over her town, and soon she would be called back inside.
Why was this Friday afternoon so boring?
Within the dark drum in front of her, she saw a glowing fish radiating an orange luminescence. She beamed a smile and waved at the tiny creature.
It swam away. She pouted a tut, but bowed her frown, aware of the wistful fated nature of all things.
She stood up to leave, but before turning she spotted the fish again, in its mighty illumination. She smiled and waved, and as she did the entire lake lit up in a cauldron of flaming fish. They swam around, an oil painting alive right before her eyes. Her hands came up to her wowed cheeks as she laughed with euphoric glee.
And as soon as it had come it went, and only the one gleaming fish remained.
The little girl said thanks, and the fish departed.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
The day you was selected and not elected to be my love.
It wasn't cause of your political affilation.
That I could careless about.
It was because you have the power of both houses of Congress.
I said it.
I meant it.
You a representative stronger then anyone in the senate.
It a seal deal when you move on a proposal.
You have the power of the veto.
And you're not the president.
You understand, what Thomas Payne meant by his booklet common sense?
If we broken the word Congress down.
This what it means concerning you.
Courageous, in the mist of a fight.
On time, at the beginning of your shift.
Nice, when needs to be.
Grand, to the point that others listen to you.
Restless, to the point that you don't give up.
Estatic, that you able to accomplish a lot.
Satified, that once the deal is done you share the credit.
Sincere, to those that call upon you.
Only, if the politicians had the quality of you.
Then , the world we live in wouldn't be going through the things they are going through.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 8:52 AM UTC
Kurt Carman May 1985
A Rise on Neversink
NOTE: It's important for the reader to know that Theodore Gordon was an American writer who fished the Catskill region of New York State in the late 19th century through the early 20th century. Though he never published a book, Gordon is often called the "father of the American school of dry fly fishing. The poem " A Rise on Neversink" is about a boy and his Grandfather fishing on this famous river called Neversink. The spirit of Gordon, who now lives through nature, encourages and speaks to the boy through wind and water.
A RISE ON NEVERSINK
We head upstream past fallen Hemlocks,
Crawling recumbent through advancing grass.
Wetness prevails from the night before,
And seeing us, the Groundhog shakes his head in disbelief.
Sun perched on Doubletop Mountain,
Shown the rising Brown sip his prey.
I wait, another rise boils the riffle.
My eyes question when, Grandpa gives the nod.
The shooting line breaks the winds path,
Invisible leader curls resisting gravity.
The Skater finds its mark, spinning without authority,
Setting a course through the waters force.
Emerald moss, dripping wet jewels,
Deepens the blue-green pool,
Theodore Gordon's reflection shown now,
He smiles, the breeze whispers "tight lines".
Scrambling from my knees I find
the Brown makes his approach, only to show his back.
My heart pounds and only my gut tightens.
Disappointment whelms over, an encouraging nudge prods from behind.
Gordon's voice once again calls,
Performed by the spruce needles murmur,
Patience s s s s s s
My hands begin to steady, premise clear.
Double hauling as if my life depended.
As beautiful an object of lavish nature produces,
From underneath the Brown assaults, Skater devoured, groping,
Grasped with bent snout, outmaneuvering his prey.
Tippet strained, reel whining fervent praise,
Moving for swift water, he surfaces briefly
Seeking the currents leverage.
He educates his pupil with the magical ploy.
A broken fly rod hangs down in contempt, against the tender Payne rod.
The evening hatch finds sanctuary,
And only the Catskills angling legend lingers in the air.
This lesson complete, the boy dreams.
And Theodore awaits the mourning encore.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Bamboozle
Con
Hoax
Hoodwink
Delude. Deceive
Snooker
Mislead
Fake. Out
Dupe. Fool
String Along
Spoof Trick
Bluff. Burn
Jaded souls will concede
An Ex-lover cannot be believed
A dagger to the heart, To the core
Blow by Blow, keeping score
No middle ground in Sight
When both demand to be right
If you’re nursing a break up,
take the time to listen to these classics songs
Inspired songs
1) go your own way 1977
By Fleetwood Mac
2) she’s gone 1973
By Daryl Hall and John Oates
3) band of Gold 1970
By Freda Payne
4) sorry seems to be the hardest word
By Elton John 1976
5) how can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green 1972
6) tracks of my tears 1965
By Smokey Robinson and the miracles
7) I Fall to Pieces 1960
By Patsy Cline
8) tears of a clown 1967
Smokey Robinson in the miracles
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC
Elizabeth Warr was the woman next door,
They called her a witch and a hag,
We lived in a lane that was called ‘Little Payne’
Though what there was lived in her bag,
She carried a hammer, a sharp bladed knife
A corkscrew and two leather twists,
The corkscrew she carried for putting out eyes,
The leather for binding of wrists.
She’d been more than sane up until the back lane
Had revealed that her daughter was courting,
Who’d never told anyone who she had met
Till they found her the following morning,
But she had been ravaged, her body was savaged
Her skirt was pulled over her head,
And blood ran in rivulets down to her ankles
Elizabeth’s daughter was dead.
And that’s when she swore that revenge would be hers
As she haunted the back lanes and alleys,
Carting the murderous tools in her bag
And noting who dillies and dallies,
‘He’ll try it again, and I will be there,’
She announced to her friends and her neighbours,
‘They always return to the scene of the crime
And the place of their murderous labours.’
The months had gone by with barely a sign
He’d ever come back to the midden,
With no-one attacked, he hadn't looked back
So guessing the culprit, forbidden.
But then on a line in the communal yard
A scarf fluttered high on the line,
Elizabeth saw it and reached out and caught it
And muttered, ‘I know that, it’s mine!’
Her daughter had borrowed that scarf for one night
The night that she’d thought to go courting,
And then in the horror, the fear and the fright
The scarf wasn’t there in the morning.
Elizabeth watched who collected the scarf
The mother of Alan John Sidden,
Then carried her bag to the rear of the park
While she waited for dark, to be hidden.
They say there were screams and loud howls in the dark
On that night in the early September,
And smoke in the trees that would waft in the breeze
Along with some foul smelling embers,
When Sidden was found, what was left, on the ground
In the morning, his throat cut, it’s true,
They said that his eyes were a gruesome surprise
They’d been taken by some sort of *****
David Lewis Paget
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
From old women, though they have a name;
This is not true, despite their knowledge
For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not?
On the other side. Instructions: Women
And John, he sits on the mahogany plane
If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy
Revelation reported on women and children
In the camp, Oregon and other birds? export
all the young have the grrrls at the same time
Apple Computer is one of the following:
Women are sixteen years old, according to the Lord
see sign should end; Lord, I pray for
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For those who do not, "Inaso and John,
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If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? Same vision
The publication reports on women and children
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All the youth under grrrls at the same time
Apple Computer is one of the following:
According to God, there are sixteen year old women
View sign should end; God, I pray
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For those who do not, "Inaso and John,
Here is one o'clock Safety and Wealth Wayne
Christian Dior - Music power = Oh, G16? Driving
Hudi 2Ri, St. Ignatius, Joshua Beard, Timothy,
man and hair, steps of ahi
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Juan This Dear Posts Created by People
No revelation in camp, Oregon men
And other birds? Export all titles and moms,
But when you go, but young
Have grrrls at the same time
Apple Computer is one of the following:
According to God, sixteen years old,
See that the mark should end; God, I pray
AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego;
Robert Burns, Kosak Fire Arch, São Paulo, India
Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy,
Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari
USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan Personal Society -
Irish - URA from old women, though this name;
This is true; For the purchase of five
and seven women; Judge if you can bring it, if not?
other side. Instructions: Women
And John, he sits on a mahogany plane
If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? Same vision
The publication reports on women
and Children at Camp Oregon and other birds?
Export all the young men who can get the grrrls
According to god; God, I pray
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
See branch oh cherry blossom ripe
Below Payne’s haunted sky of grey
In mornings rain dripped clouds on high
The pink now wetted held to bough.
Love Mary x
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
We speak words of wisdom
when the heart is full of sadness
sometimes thoughts of happiness
when we bless the morning sun
other times just for fun
that's where a true poet comes from
We speak these words of poetry
in a timeless past
a masterpiece so vast
where motions and emotions
rush by so fast
We are all, but only one
on a empty highway lane
frost like snowflakes
on a window payne
we hold not the anger
from within
but express our lonliness
with paper and pen
Though our days are not forever
our words will always last
in this world of reality
like hours that never pass
through pastures of green grass
we're just pieces of shattered glass
Spiritwind ©1997
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Baby stay with me
just linger here for a while
Maybe
we’ll be together
forever
with a smile
On your face I see
eternity coming to beguile
Me
as if
I’m walking with you
down the aisle
Tell me
how this Payne’s Gray of yours
struck me in the eye
So wonderful
lately I’m in a state of daze
and my face just can deny
Like a bunch of rose petals
falling down from the sky
Straight to the bedlike-cobwebs
where you and I
lie
The strands
of my hair
are filled with your
Payne’s Gray
Let’s watch the moonlight
as it touches the day
Don’t ask why
just sit beside me
come what may
Come what may
your Payne’s Gray
Sleep with me for the night is through
and the day is coming
Loosen your tight
forget about the world
and just think of nothing
Empty your sight
like you don’t want to see
what tomorrow may bring
The daylight-stricken strands of my hair
with your Payne’s Gray shining
iamthe_avatar ©2010
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC