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Since I met you here, dear friend
I began to like this place a lot
at first sight it was eerie here
and the ground for me too hot

As I continued walking
upon untrodden paths
rotten fruit surrounding me
no bees or birds are singing

I wonder walking all alone
no sign of a living soul
all green softness disappeared,
and everywhere was stone

Wondering all the time, no shame
I found a clear chrystal ditch at last
if you will ask about the name
is that the present or in the past?

My head turning, my feet burning
they are to blurr my view
great bliss that pure water and some dew
wish that shall change my head from spinning

Then walking all the while with the same view
I see from far a green stip slowly coming
in seventh heaven am I, since it's a human being
I thank Thee on my naked knees, it is you my friend

I notice beauty yonder
the mockingbird and wren
have a duet together
I wonder since when

After I've met you, friend
I like this place a lot
it's not so eerie anymore
and God's blessings are on this spot


© Sylvia Frances Chan
      27th April 2013
Poetry not my Death
but my Living
not my End but my Beginning
SAID lady once to lover,
"None can rely upon
A love that lacks its proper food;
And if your love were gone
How could you sing those songs of love?
I should be blamed, young man.
O my dear, O my dear.

Have no lit candles in your room,'
That lovely lady said,
"That I at midnight by the clock
May creep into your bed,
For if I saw myself creep in
I think I should drop dead.'
O my dear, O my dear.

"I love a man in secret,
Dear chambermaid,' said she.
"I know that I must drop down dead
If he stop loving me,
Yet what could I but drop down dead
If I lost my chastity?
O my dear, O my dear.

"So you must lie beside him
And let him think me there.
And maybe we are all the same
Where no candles are,
And maybe we are all the same
That stip the body bare.'
O my dear, O my dear.
But no dogs barked, and midnights chimed,
And through the chime she'd say,
"That was a lucky thought of mine,
My lover.  looked so gay';
But heaved a sigh if the chambermaid
Looked half asleep all day.
O my dear, O my dear.

"No, not another song,' siid he,
"Because my lady came
A year ago for the first time
At midnight to my room,
And I must lie between the sheets
When the clock begins to chime.'
O my dear, O my d-ear.

"A laughing, crying, sacred song,
A leching song,' they said.
Did ever men hear such a song?
No, but that day they did.
Did ever man ride such a race?
No, not until he rode.
O my dear, O my dear.

But when his horse had put its hoof
Into a rabbit-hole
He dropped upon his head and died.
His lady saw it all
And dropped and died thereon, for she
Loved him with her soul.
O my dear, O my dear.
The chambermaid lived long, and took
Their graves into her charge,
And there two bushes planted
That when they had grown large
Seemed sprung from but a single root
So did their roses merge.
O my dear, O my dear.

When she was old and dying,
The priest came where she was;
She made a full confession.
Long looked he in her face,
And O he was a good man
And understood her case.
O my dear, O my dear.

He bade them take and bury her
Beside her lady's man,
And set a rose-tree on her grave,
And now none living can,
When they have plucked a rose there,
Know where its roots began.
O my dear, O my dear.
xavier gray Jan 2013
the leaves are the same color
as the paper in my pocket
the paper in my pocket
is ready to scatter all over
the big round things that
are bouncing on the pole
kate crash Apr 2010
with my head behind a cloud
thoughts ping pong around  
drown
drown
loserdom in a stip mall parking lot
kicks against the curb
three quarters and a fist
life a near miss
sweat steaming the distortions of the face
cops handy mans hookers and housewives
l.a., l.a. l.a. paved my brain
a candy bar and a bar and a heat wave
and a drawn on face
l.a., l.a. l.a. paved my brain
and a tic tac toe hopscotch foot tied race
l.a., l.a. l.a. paved my brain
to an anvil off the top of the capitol building beauty night line daytime sky sky orange high
touch me
somebody
reach out and ***** out my stutter heart time cvrime buy buy buy
not buy me anything
feel me something
feel
what?
who am i
satturday or Tuesday or Noday
cement
pavement
horse drawn nowhere
freeways
freeways
thunder

4/5/10
219pm
Ken Pepiton Jan 2021
re
It's all too trippy. ever and every. real really very verily.

Whatifery , that is, was that nearly killed the self-willed,
heretics, that did it and what was blamed,
what
was there
to just ify any reason to doubt that all things work, f'good;
friction and forces and all the ideas
we imagine in all, the set. Thattharity should have started with
one of those inverted quest ahead signs
the point with a hook
baitless, a warning for the un-a-wared,
betas are allowed
--stip stip ulate free will restraints
only if compliant with 7th gen Feynman second chance
Nandmazearrays.
Do overs are included, until sleep arrives.

The story is a single thread. Shredded.
Cut into tiny bits, time tic quanta,
so now it works, the thread
of thought, works
like magnetic legos.
It's all been better than ever for a while,
it's just beginning to soak in.

That old man said his side won and
****** If I don't believe
he knew befo he bet. re
the zone known as home stretch
I can't stop thinking, my mind is on an uncontrollable think fest, I can' stop thinking about the future, I can't stop thinking about where I'm headed, what I need to do next, I can't stip focusing on my plans

digger digger digger

I dig so fast my body gets in cramps, in cramps
I understand what it is to reach it, reach it,
I dig fast, I dig fast
so dig it, dig it
BLitZeD Feb 2016
I stand once more to lower this *****
Cut um off like a mower an rip
with a tight grip the pull string from the motor an ****/
Leave her like a ten  dollar blower, just lips/
down her throat like my knife but that's a lot slower and slits/
your all for show, just about the glam and glitz
you claim a life style that you wouldn't dare live/
you live in the Ritz, you couldn't even sit on the strip
a piece on the hip, lit like a candle so you forcefully stip
gave up all your money, payment for a feigns next hit/
Pooh Bear with the honey, honey your what happens if Eyore and Piglet had a kid.
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Flowing across the sunshine
The sunlit stip, the sunset step
My journey followed by wildflowers, paper towels
And hanging faces like wallflowers, looking at me perceptively
Indeed and the ingrates that degraded this community without
Peace in a handful of eternity
Plastic love with the support of strangers taking out the taste of achievement
Plastics and plasticine ***** that form pottery of the jaded times
Like a Xing Empire in it's prime, and the treason of the crouching tiger
Molding into transience like a hidden dragon
Gold touches the surface of the patina so supplementary
Oldness touches the simplicity of advice, like vice and virtue without happiness
Plastic love is like the abode of a plastic bag flying free in the air
Cedric McClester Jul 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Donald Trump can kiss my ***
I’m writing this to put him on blast
Cuz as our president he’s been miscast
Everyone should wear a mask
Here’s a true and salient fact
When it came to coronavirus
He was slow to act
Perhaps that explains why the deck’s been stacked

Write it down as part of this stip’
Despite him having lots of lip
He hasn’t provided any leadership
So on our radar he’s just a blip
He’s a poor excuse for a president
I’m not the only one who shares this sentiment
When it comes to dividing us he seems hell-bent
And no matter what I say he will not relent

Evidence is more than ample
That he refuses to lead by example
He’s too vain for us to sample
And find me one norm, that he hasn’t trampled
He’s unconditionally unqualified
And time after time we find that he’s lied
But where he hasn’t, we know that he’s tried
And none of what I’ve said can be denied.

Donald J. Trump is a clear disaster
He’s in bad need of prayer and a pastor
And should accept Jesus Christ as his master
Instead of cozying up to that Fox newscaster
But he is a hopeless narcissist
Whose own self image he can’t resist
And long age should have been dismissed
But all he’s gotten is a slap on the wrist







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.

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