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Logan Robertson Jul 2018
England you had your chance to dance
on soccers biggest stage with France
you had your chance to advance
but you fell to Croatia's lance
how two stricken spears quelled the romance
and now cinderellas laugh at your trance
as a sorry Big Ben now sits in a prance
while the Croats sip your tea and perchance
To continue.
Oh, my. Now Belgium takes third in your belly up dance
You reign now like a fish at the surface with its sad eyes askance
Where did it all go Big Ben, the spirited stance
Sigh. To wait four years lost to be tickled with waning happenstance


Logan Robertson

7/12/2018
The writer joins all the other England fans in the losses.
To continue.
Glenn Sentes Jun 2023
I could still recall how gently I held your seed
and brought you to your bed.
There a drop of sweat from this forehead
joyously mingled with some grains of your soil.
I lay you there and saw the approval of the sun
as he sent his warmth reflected on your cheerful coating.
You lay down restfully on your life bed
And I dreamed…

You rose with your sturdy trunk
so robust with pride that your neighboring flagpole
felt intimated by your presence.
They sang him hymns
they bowed at him with their hearts
while you humbly stood there
swaying your greens, reaching atop, conquering the scorches of your sun
so that they, underneath remain unharmed, unscorched, unsoaked.

Soon you bore velvety fruits that the young munched as well as the old
On lazy days you gave them games of soccers and boomerangs,
and tennis, and catches and fetches.

On moonlights, you appeared to be a violinist
as the lovers kissed under your warm company.

You were the silent listener to the broken hearts
when you offered your comforting barks as a shoulder
till they cried and wept
till they breathed and smiled once again.

You had a way with humans who slouch under your shade
You hummed serenades that only your chirping friends
and fluttering colorflies hear and together
you created an orchestra harmonizing songs of friendship, of peace, of love.

I saw you arise and write down histories on to your memory—
how you tried to reach for the graduates’ caps in the air,
how spirited you applauded for great speeches  on that podium
but no one ever noticed.

I saw you sway your branches gracefully as the marching band went
boom-boom, tug-tug, and kling-klang.
It was your favorite part of the day.

So many times you bore witness to silly fights
of the young and the old too,
but most often you saw these creatures
make peace at dusk.

There I saw you in eternity.
There I saw you to be forever standing tall on your life bed.

Then I heard the hellish rumble of their chainsaw,
the shrill reverberation piercing through this feeble core
as they ruthlessly cut your body.

I could not afford to watch you being slain.

You are my life.

Your death is my death.
A tribute to one of the oldest trees in our campus that was cut down one day.
Anais Vionet Apr 13
AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work,
which it aggregates into something bland and flat.

If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try
writing off-balance ideas that aren’t for everyone and have faith
that AI will never be able to actually rival human creativity.

Deny AI the echo chamber of predictable content on which it feeds.

I polish my pieces to a pointless sheen, which gives
them an algorithmically indecipherable quality.

When it comes my to poetry, I have to admit,
I’m working through mediocrity—hoping that it’s just a phase.

If failure is essential for growth
I’m going to be a giant

But after all, someone has to define the baseline.
You’re welcome.

Ok, Let’s wax poetic..

There are thousands of stars
in that black outer-place
where gravitas holds them
firmly in place.

I fret not about avian abductions,
or unidentified flying soccers,
still, I’ve a waxed on them
in multiverse

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Songs for this:
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 04/04/25:
Hew = conform or adhere
Dracula cenc Jun 6
Far gar away
In a distant
Home
There was small
Home of nest.
In the lane
Of avenue park.
Dracula tark
Was laying on
Cradle with
His napkin.
And his mother.
Cream piccacio
Pistachio post letters
Were written
In red ink.
dream day
Of morning Daisy darling
Of how about the first quartz
Cotton  neated in the
Meridian.
Sew a tail and skeir
And shirt elf.
With a self
Courier clean.
Life is still with still water to lay
In the fluroscent green mushroom.
She bothered fresh trout.
As sea sinks  grrp and feep in thru
Metropolitan Time
As another option is rest
The pinnacle capital oaf.
Thru elf and drui
She shook thru time bar machine
Connection nest of birds sleep
Morning Daisy darling
Deep with the wolf wild
Rift and feep.
She sew by mracth
In mracth office ghoul
Nip.
Sew on porch for digital graffiti
Sew the pinnacle moppal.
Cruto linto in cruris British
Linen fabric for the  best morning
Luis Miguel Angelo de Annette .
Luminary luminous intensity interval training.
Le petit peu kitto
Mtui maroon Kangaroo
Kite orange frontier Dracula sklein Sklein
Graphics tedd
Sawna.
Wonder fog vanished
Into thin air conditioning from village
Scout ****** became very popular among them were unavailable
Misc items were
Burneey
And lyonss
In the march fog the village sweets
A rusted tinted windows of office
Birds of prey upon this information to come home and feep and lyonss and drui the pinnacle capital oaf the wolf wild rift.The clunging and plunging on the turkey there were roosted rooms were breed wild caffe Nero.
Bridge quest of prey office ghoul and lyonss.
In roosted rooms
Smell of coffee brew.

Like peanuts of the hast thou wilt and feep I will not Sent 📤 the
Last updated
Wednesday Oct.
Oak carey  was living
On stone porch with wild cattle.
Stone cold Steve and lyonss
Were freezing cold.
in the night post of office ghoul
Last updated Wednesday Oct.
Church Street had a carpenter who vanished on sale of paper roses.
Poliferated nest paper.
progress.
The carpenter tastes the blood not thewooden peanut butter crafts of holy sky.
Philosophy stone.
Life is past always tastes good
Bitter nut ahead times faster c.
Life taste as wine when clouds
Hits nine mine is still with still
Still lake always frozen fish.
         Jumping  Mango goes out  of wall
Sailor  needle fixes needle always
On tailor clothes.
And tailor fixes needle always on
Car and cards.
Rest sunshine
                        On widow's
Window     .
Greyhold
And
WhiteBound.
Tadpoles always borne
In mud often reaps
Fertile soil.
Hair of yellow rose
Fights my souls.
🤢 Nasty peanut
In mouth.
Drink water
It might water
      A rain.
Art secularism
Always breed
Soveregin
Dogs.
Paddy fields paddling towns
Rice green  mushroom greener
Daffodils yellow
Red rose harbour
A Nasty 🤢 peanut
In the ship
Flakes harbour winds windshield
Nevertheless
Regins an Island yellow.
Lost vapour
Wafer
of moon.
Sense of
Essence.
My name sulokona
Did it smell rose or
Lily .
The old lady asked
The sparrow
How ease
Was for you to taste
Peanut and not
The butter.
Butterflies replied
Tadpoles can't fly.
She never meant roses
She meant alike Ghost
nosferatu .
Life taste like
Maid if milk
Is condensed.
Life tastes like wine
When are soccers are red.
Scottish Church Zcottcon.
Life is easy winds and chair.
We Brooke
Seek and hence.
Hence of fence
Clocks flocks
Grapes 🍇 vine
Rush a soul rest
Sunshine today.
Lfament paper.
Lqcent
Lacquers.
Leave and lie
Lwing.
Nosferatu.
Crescent presario.lyme lyme no more
Rain rain couch.
Is his hand frozen and not feasted or ******.
Lbrooke.
Lamenting lights
Saved Dave.
Lucui lucui
Ls femme de.
Lerie aritum.
His chest 🧰
Like 🦈
Elite flights.
Pippi cotton
Shirt.
Eyes of blue
Isabelle.
In the plight ofiss Carrie
He took chance
To mingle with a
Empty box.
He was the
Bailee.
And the plight of Miss Carrie was worsening.
Miss Carrie
Was flair woman 👠
With no tic tac  tickets .
Miss Carrie was  of a miniature
Featured woman .
She wore mostly blue.
He was watching as in the
He could ***** at any moment.

He was the bailee.
He took chances on Lily his daughter but she everything she
Tricked him .

He was in closet watching me every single moment which disturbed
Miss Carrie conditions.
Our sister Miss Angela lead us every very moment except Miss Riya
Who finched on every single grape we ate  
Miss Carrie was carrying away by her suing thoughts one day she would nathe.
Said Miss Blue heaven Jasmin.
Russian rouble
Lopard Serennials
Mr Mosta tried to take **** 📼 instinct on his late wife Poppy and now his daughter Lily.
passenger train journey and nestes  
Lark crust
Salted peanuts biscuits.
Russian man and woman.
stew by herwin.
Were nested.
Holce nest forests.
srew and Racula.

swaerk.

Cris Carter Gayle.
Dracula bram.
Dracula tark and I used the black ink cartridge filter.
serw and I am going through deep water 🌊. Landscape and my beloved castle wife .
Dracula sklein and my beloved mother.
Nestle waters.Milk cartoons .
Life is just a journey
We all are sailors.
Never tear a notebooks page.
The panic art of black note.
Church Street was Black as clouds
As well I want my darling
To romance
And sailor drape crape forester
Lampshire cxon
Sew the black mittens and jacket of office gust busy as usual we will you
And the bird Penny trail mail 📬 💌.
Two laughter together.
Hyenas come
Dogs crawl.
Dracula Sabbath
Bat Arches.
Church of Christ.
Stew respect। Demands
Attorney.
We will you.
Bogle and Dunnie.


MSN.
Cottcon, DraculaStein,crent.

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