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Third Eye Candy Aug 2013
stone ground mustard Venus burns. She's not concerned that constant falling
and orbits, elliptical - are the same thing.
Her eyes are deaf. My eyes adapt to the pattern
that rattles the chain of events.
my Spartan theories dangle in dubiousness.
I find a trap, and call it Seattle... for i see cattle -
grazing a state of mind; north, north west of what God meant.
washing tons of pocket lint by hand.
chewing their cud
in the dark. meanwhile - outside the ranch...
My eyes refract. ***** and un-***** in the black lacquer that came -
with the oblique miracle. they sustain things that would sunder a doll-eyed bovine
to ever breach The Fence.
my hardened arteries jangle like numinous. I pine and snap ruinous barbs from Death's
prattle... for i see battle, razing the Grace of Time
more at war, than at our best. more -
bereft of what Reason defends.  
tossing guns at bullets
by telekinesis.

[ undefined ]


i come from where i've never been. you were there. and ewe were there; fleeced and bleating
in the snow that fell as soon as shearing ceased. i recall, you were never there. but remember
passing you by... shilling an ocean roar you swore you'd plucked from a Seashell -
salvaged from the divine dry sockets of Poseidon's skull.
you were hawking your unawares. i played a flute made of question marks and glass drum skins.
i went where my stride was inclined, and never where i went to.
i never arrived by approaching the destination. only by always being somewhere else
till i got there. i came from where i'd never been and -
ain't been Nowhere since.

but i'm sure i pass
through There

ever since.
Victor Thorn May 2015
I.

If you don’t leave my house
I’ll ******* **** you.

II.

I’ll ******* **** you
if you don’t leave my house.

III.

I’ll bash your skull in
with this baseball bat
if you don’t leave now.

IV.

No, you don’t live here; please leave.
Don’t make me **** you.

V.

No, you don’t have ***.
Call the cops, Andrew.
You have until the count of ten
to leave, or else I’m going to use this
bat.

VI.

You don’t legally live here; you don’t
pay rent, nor is your name on the lease.
Quit telling me you’re ready to die.

VII.

Quit closing the door.
Get off of me! I want to **** you.

IX.

Quit screaming that I kidnapped you.
I found you here, hunched over
naked
in my closet. Stay right there,
put your clothes on.

X.

If you don’t stop struggling,
they’re going to **** you.

XI.

They’re going to **** you
if you don’t stop struggling.
ryn Dec 2015
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•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will  dwindle within minutes•no words
could match  such  beauty that deals  in infinites •
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ si  nk ing unse~en beyo nd the thr eshold• the mi ~ghty ~~
~ ~  s  un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~
~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the     ~ ~
~~  ~ gua  rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s  tars  ~
      ~   ~*****  le with s peckle s of g old •       ~ ~
        ~   ~      ~ ~ b~idding  farewell t o         ~  ~       ~
~             ~t he su ~n's
~       ~~~
~            ~~         ~  ~     ~
~~ ~                   ~ ~               ~


*ruling sceptre•
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Third Eye Candy Jan 2021
As all the pollywogs woggle in the ***** galore
Resplendent in all dawn, as the rising star
Of an off-world dominion. delivers sparrows to sunshine
Hoisting wisteria to the throne of the senses…
Wafting in semaphore, so periwinkle
There are no eyes that may behold
the totality of its gossamer expanse.
the sheer sprawl of a most holy congregation-
of dizzy miracles, draped in ivy and morning dew
deliciously rampant with unbridled blithering
bathing in the rays of a faceless yellow
teeming with butterflies
cocooning no more.

All this in an
open door.
Wait for the Dew, says your Later Bud-Mates
Then tap their Bells for a Ruby-Stone Drink
Though Jug's be met and Harness mug their Fates
Pour the River-Wine to Sweeten the *****...???
Is such your Desire to be Labelled that Name
And fawn Nerdy Morals for Tickets accept
Then late be to Cure this Cobblepot Game
Bake the World's Surprise for Excellence except
Yet neigh between us Two Tagged Tossers beat
Let alone your Lords pull your Strings sever
Till such Lord as your Prove master his Feat
And gag that Sentinel calling your Punter.
Though Girls would be Girls call your Flat incorrupt
Which Tag you own of True *** be enough.
#tomdaley1994 #tomdaleytv
Oh beloved Hyacinth, my sparkling youth so fine
More brilliant than all objects that shine
Fit for erecting a sacrificial shrine
Let my whole self be only thine

Harken all of you to Apollo’s Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh citizens of Sparta, offer me your finest *****
In my arms his amorous body will never shrink
Never will he be placed on peril’s brink
His glorious soul under my care will never stink

Harken all of you to Apollo’s Serenade for Hyacinth!


Oh beloved Hyacinth, you will learn a lot in my guidance
For any man of the arts, this is the greatest chance
In music & sports, you’ll surely enhance
You can have the future the power to glance

Harken all of you to Apollo’s Serenade for Hyacinth!


Oh gods & goddesses, behold Hyacinth evolve better
His charming countenance will turn brighter
His adorable assemblage will go stronger
If you give him to me and no other

Harken all of you to Apollo’s Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh beloved Hyacinth, in my lap you’ll have the greatest nourishment
I will keep you away from any predicament
My healing powers will safeguard you from ailment
Never will your body & soul be in torment

Harken all of you to Apollo’s Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh mortals & immortals, you will never regret
Hyacinth will flourish if you make me your bet
From me so many he’ll know & get
To you I’ll unveil his being’s greatest secret!

-02/12/2015
(Dumarao)
*Hopelessly Immortal Collection
My Poem No. 335
Starkle, starkle, little *****,
Who the hell are you I think.
I'm not under what you call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
But the drunker I stand here the longer I get.
So just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.
zebra Nov 2019
Ive been straight all my life
but then you
you shot me
with your eye ball
blue river bullets
like a double barrel pistol
my heart and groin the target
all flutter eyelids
a catastrophic wound
crumbling a male mystique

girl boy smells of lavender
needs her daddy

and big adolescent eyes say
desperate gurl
hold me
danger danger
**** me

im drowning
in your pretty *** eyes
doing gender
girly-girl-boy

imagine that
swallowing me
swallowing you
with wrap around kisses
being born
Third Eye Candy Oct 2012
venus sparkles in the ink feast of heaven, a yellow albino with a crown of white nettles, seething in magnetic storms. a singular *****.
the moon glows. pouring egg whites and phantasms over the earth, perched in oblivion's diamonds like a haunted brouche. it's gorgeous.
high above, clouds clench black velvet and cold fronts. they scrunch into ice crumbs and wrinkles. white streaks skate a blade of wind shear
into a swipe of a tiger's claw. while far underneath, the sodium lights of the suburbs, brawl.

you live in a house of pure things. where the dust has settled arguments. where harm has come to none;
but all have fallen. your house is a living thing,
dying to show you the Door...

and you know this.
Contradiction
Let me start this crucifixion
****** living backwards
Back masking long lasting
Hidden Agenda
For Propaganda
My visions like the Colors of Panda
Black and white wrong to right
Still battling sable Can't hold the Fight
12 rounds Strong I can't give up
Looking down at the corrupt
Which jayz and ricky tell the truth
But they sticky?
riding with Guns following the Luminous One
Lucifer the bearer of the Light
Caught a ***** of the Spotlight
Foot was In inches In
To fortune and fame but enticed to Sin
How can I win? The game.that's designed
For them to Win to When no Pretend
No surrender I can attest
I'm for World Peace no Ron Artest
I might be arrested for telling the truth
Secretive fiber optics
Phone tapping to give the news Hot Topics
Lock a ***** up Pens making Profits
Politics I drop it knowledge
Hidden on the Plain
I'm tryna tare down the R and R domain
That's Rockefeller and Rothschild
Took many shots but still I smile
Lost in the wild young Ghetto Child
hell on Earth demons catching Mirth
The meek shall inherit
I ain't coming to be a Hero far from.Zero
Violent Hero all you haters can duck sick my Bicho *******
Now ya know I don't play **** the radio airplay
Now Radio stations whatcha got to say
Parlay
In the Streets is where sense my Heartbeat
I feed the Need hungerin for Change
Excursion Money never Splurgin
Game tight like a ******
The Devil is a lie that's why I'm urging
For ya to know the truth
The rap game done took a turn
Hells fire consuming Earth soon to Burn
Left to rubbles uh
JeanlBouwer Apr 2010
With eyes, so cold and dead
Lays this beauty, still in my bed
“I love you”, I said
To recipication, it never led

Eyes, evidence of betrayal and neglect
Life removed, he carried no regret
New love doomed, the stage was set
With open arms, this was met

All signs, disguised by veil
How can this, ever fail?
Without a compass, the ship set sail
The truest union, it was hailed

An infringement of self, on that day
With ego bruised, I showed her the way
Life, without her, better they say
Why, in fetal position do I still lay?

With time past, open the hart
As prepared, for new start
Prescriptions written, on cupids dart
A love planned, like a chart

I caught myself, in her stare
A ***** of passion, in her glare
Eyes so soft, I took the dare
All caution, into thin air
Qasid Ali Apr 2016
Treacherous Love
Acidiferous love
Billion faces of love
Adulterous love


The love starting in a *****
The love ending in a blink


Aligerous love
Anserous love
The Lethal weapon of love
Poisonous love



Armiferous love
Astriferous love
Sacred prayer of love
Blasphemous love



Treacherous Love
Poisonous love
Delusions of love
Asperous Love...
Third Eye Candy Nov 2012
these are gems
your tongue kissed in a fit of pink.
your luminous dark, weaving sharp cotton to photons as swiftly as first love.
you are remarkable. so mark.
these are the feathers of dead wings, staring at the sun through the ashes of Icarus
unharmed.

a blindfold of petulance between the deep and the blue
aloft.

this is the air that we breathe, you and i
the construct, struck dumb by the fierce knowing of a soul
the ponderous gaiety of lithe thoughts
that shimmer-*****
in the bleak fears
just cause.

an Earthless
poised in random
sky

but now
adorned.
Sa Sa Ra Nov 2012
And at least here truly,
I can say, suggest and or;

***** a slight reminder,
Your worth, as much as all;

Beings here creatures great,
and small depend on this Earth;

I tell here more truly even to me,
much of the dearly you do clearly;

Truly again very much more than all of this!!!
Ur trending babe!!!

I just want them too truly
To know they are as and more
Dearly too when we are all as my
3 here re see Eve'd as I already knew
U had come too re a shore the lonely sailor
With One One Another Ahoy!!!

~The Promise Be Shore Surely!!!~~

~Love of my life baby girl V~~Star'Sis!!
Come Darling Coming!!!
Still and More
Shall be!!
Mote
It
B
!
.
.
Air All Was As Crisp Still Clear
Moon o'V very bright fully too

Towards the Dead of Line's
'tween be of a day by
Tip Tipper of Nite
locally See Sea's
longitudinally
onward thee
tracking
surely
so..
x
\/
x
\/
x
\/
.
.
X
Then the waters did part as quick
As Glass Shattered into that house

Midwife Be Thy Holy Need
Pop Quickly Spotting
Pop On Top One
Pop on Top
too lil' me
seeing
see
E
Y
E
Then just as sudden as the quick
The winds did there kick kick blew

As Blackly Be But Stars
Dimmer Too For
This Moon Of
Wooing
Thee
BE

I
N

Too All Mighty's
So whispy of whispering's
Windy's Clouds Streak
Speak's Thy Sky's
Here's Holy
Hearing
Love
Is
.
.
O
N
L
Y
By Moon So Overly Fleet Flew
Fastly Flying All Heavenly Hands
Took Competent Handling of All Decks

Twas not this no not the one for a mutiny
All the Blood Bearing Beings before had overly
So much of scutiny too Wards of The Captain Too
They felt as his captive's Too A Madness Of Missions

*more: Coming ha ha Guess Guess!! Bless Bless!


http://hellopoetry.com/poem/ur-trending-babe/
Connor Nov 2018
The metro station caged the slumbering metropolis
From this dingy mid-March town fridged in January wind
A ******* clad explorer marches in mellow strides
All the way to you
To back the lover's whisper spoken by static selfies
With fleshy whiffs, a borrowed jacket and a gawky face
Blind to but maybe fiddly pepples on the ground.

Down at a backstreet diner, its locked out doorstep,
A hygge cover made for two,
Humming low is the city's nocturnal remains' dubstep
Coming from an illuminating exit,
Luring the busy hands and buckled excitement, whereto ----

Whereto the vacant main street glides them
With the at ease traffic,
Down loops of everextending branches
I followed you
To the roundabout between
two surrounding glassware towers
Where gleaming sparks ***** on each other's windows
Divining themselves by lighting up pavements, entrance signs
and glooming heavens.

Corridors, lawned with clutters from refurbishments,
Lead to glassrooms of suspended business meetings,
And that cozy cavern,
Where you flump into a swivel chair.
Your inhibited expression unwinds
As my curious caress explores
The damp torso slumping deeper into the pliable seat.
And a devoted twitch of ecstasy, blossom unexpectedly
On your face,
Which already shied itself away from its audience,
Doubtlessly, for way too many times ----
A candid sight I could only cache from you,
Because I intend to see it again, your effortless reaction.
The sarcoma-like lump left uncut at the bottom,
Wrinkled like wind waves in a Ukiyo-e drawing.
I scoop the saline ripple, so you can taste it beforehand.
Our bodies started gravitating
onto each other or all over the place.
And lips, they startlingly perched,
out of wills, like magnets
For the very first time.

I've been feeling patient.
And I love taking my time with you
Heavy Hearted Sep 24
It seems that I have now become
Part of the cyber crowd,
The digital Audience, now a member
we read the words aloud.

I guess it's sort of flattering
To be considered, just,
Groups consist of individuals-
Statutes, bits of dust.

What signifies the differences
Like similie's as metaphor?
Weak wavering words, written wickedly  
Alliterate yet metaphorically abhorre

well, now knowing it's your birthday
Suprise's Celebration for
In 39 years, will you live it out?
From ***** to **** to *****



For Jason John Valhayes- wrote this this morning in the AM  before Facebook informed me it's actually your BIRTHDAY today too ***? There's my psychic ability acting up again how absolutely queeeeeeeeeeer of me!
Sadie Brock Mar 2013
Up and down,
spin around,
flitter in the sky.
Sing a song,
dancing long,
And when night comes, you cry.
Now the stars *****'ling
and the Earth no inkling
of your once beloved song.
Sun rise again
from where 'twas lain.
Now hear joy thro' hours long.
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
from dusk till dawn
there will be no two
or more than three
pairs of drops would shown
so let me note this down
and then tight to point it out
that this kind of game shall last
when i poem you up so fast
though i know that my rhyme
may not sound so good*  to your calm ears
hence, i am quite sure,,  you would not quit by your eyes
for you might get lose
on the  time you have got to move
your pen from one place that had not been done
with a seen scene clues.
Mean what i say
if i were you, try to look at your ink
and have a guts to throw your turn so you'LL have a bright shrink
Quick! don't waste time, don't dream a blind bout to less your waist
line

hold the cry of lies, roll my dice as you feel my arms
on this sheet of blank curve so sheer!
Come to think of it and then read my lips...
SET A WAY OUT FOR THAT GUILT
THERE IS ONE MORE TRY!
NEXT TIME, BE WISE LIKE A CLERK
IN A FOUGHT THAT BROUGHT
US ON THE TOP OF THOSE HILLS SO BREEZE
FALL NOT, WHILE I BRACE YOUR SELF.
WE TOOK A SEAT AS WE GET TIRED
AND MET HER IN A MID OF OUR WALKED
NEAR TO THE FLAT FORM LAND
AS SHE JOINED IN A #PLAY OF JOURN
AS I DARE...WHO WINS TAKES THE BOLD PEN
WHICH IS FULL OF GLANCE
THAT ***** MUCH MORE THAN HIGH GRADE PRICE
AND SO IT WAS A DEAL TO CLAIM THAT PRIZE
gone once,
twice thrice
but hey, what a heck
would you mind not to void your O
cause my X will win this tic tac toe
come on, fight for our #
can't you see? If you do,
A trick of our own
shall hide the mark when she goes wrong.
You know what, if you knew her much as i did
you'LL find Anne how sharp she is
now that we're on, the two of us might not give a chance
to draw a new phase if we won't win next game flows
two to none, raise to three...
her seal crave to win that pride all at once.
I can not go back to drop that counts!
real talk...i do not want to miss a thing!
you are my brand new O
you are so dear to me!
we must beat that X
for there is no y does it like  u
yet we are one verb flew like a free bird
who aimed that goal
on our tic tac toe
thee thy thou
thus the last ought
now tied at two.
Seems it was her fault
looks like she does not pick
the right place as if she is not our foe.
This is the hour of truth
no time for her to beat our
"no hint two way-reach rank trace"
O X O
X O X
O X X
At last we won, with out my help
Anne failed,  Gem has
the badge now
on my ***** pen
I am blessed to have you Gem.
God Gave Me You
i can now shout out loud
verse to verse
through this kind of mind game
that brings out the hype
on us once we get jive.
SOON
PRIEST
OR JUDGE
SHOULD SAY
YOU MAY
KISS THE BRIDE
MOON WILL LIGHTS OUR NIGHT
ON THE DAY WE'LL WED
AS YOU AND I GOES TO BED
GEM MY LOVE, YOU ARE MY WILD CARD!
THAT CAME IN TO MY LIFE!
AND NOW YOU ARE MY WIFE!
**THANKS BE TO GOD OUR LORD!
a true to life poem of mine
Gem is the girl in my poem---
" *** "
Third Eye Candy Apr 2013
these are gems
your tongue kissed in a fit of pink.
your luminous dark, weaving sharp cotton to photons as swiftly as first love.
you are remarkable. so mark.
these are the feathers of dead wings, staring at the sun through the ashes of Icarus
unharmed.

a blindfold of petulance between the deep and the blue
aloft.

this is the air that we breathe, you and i
the construct, struck dumb by the fierce knowing of a soul
the ponderous gaiety of lithe thoughts
that shimmer-*****
in the bleak fears
just cause.

an Earthless
poised in random
sky

but now
adorned.
Pastell dichter Jan 2017
Wanting to be a different person is hard because I want to be a ***** with blond hair and blue eyes and to have a big strong boyfriend.
But I also want tattoos and pale skin and to shave the sides of my head and dress in button ups and ties and to have a deep voice.
Or I could be tall and thin with long hair and a skirt and a cute voice and big sweaters and a little fluff.
But I also want to be a boy with a broken heart to mend and wear makeup and to fix myself.
But
I'm none of these
I'm a person who wants more
I want to be different
But I'm just me
And I'm getting better at liking just me
Shades31 Mar 2016
As I gazed up at the clear night sky,
And listened to her lullaby
To calm the kid, before he'll cry.
As soft, she is, as a butterfly.

And the moon is round, and bright, and full
Which makes her look, oh more beautiful
As she paints his dreams so colourful.
Her voice echoes, so wonderful.

And the stars just stare - they do no *****'.
I know this for sure - I did not blink.
But you see, I did not ever think
That I'd get to, of this sweet water drink.

And when she looked at me, I could but smile
As we sat like that for quite a while.
She's been there for me through every trial
And can read me like I'm an open file.

As she lay her son into his bed,
She kissed him gently on his head.
"Sweet dreams, my child", is what she said,
Then she set aside the book she read.

Then she walked to me, embraced me so,
And allowed herself to against me flow
Like the soft, warm sun to melt the snow
Of my frozen heart - she did not let go.

But she held me tight, and I her, too.
"My dear, sweet husband, I love you"
Something for sure, that I definitely I knew
As she fell into me, like a drop of dew...
Sadie Brock Mar 2013
A single *****'ling star,
is all that's left of hope.
A tenuous gold thread,
all that's left of light's rope.

And then, a voice. I heard
echoes through the night.
Oh creature of shadows,
do you bring the newest light?

An answer I expected,
but no such one received.
Instead, there was only silence.
And me, of hope bereaved.

But back it came,
it's likeness as a child.
An offered hand
and a smile pure and mild.

And as I stood, the light
wrapped round me like a vine.
Now sorrow is banished from me,
and happiness is mine.
Harry Roberts Feb 2019
I remember the last time we ******,
It was hateful and thick with unspoken words,
I remember meeting him and thinking nothing,
But I guess nothing became something for you.

Maybe I'm bitter but jealousy died,
**** on that ***** I hope he's a ride,
You know I don't hate you I hate that you lied,
I would have taken my leave while retaining my pride.

But you didn't respect me enough
To tell me you found a new love
It would've been **** but I'd have picked myself up
I found out by seeing you deep in him... ****.

I could've cried for a day but I didn't,
I took my stuff and waved good riddance,
I could've disappeared for a year and hidden,
I wouldn't give in to weakness... that is forbidden.

I've seen you together in town,
You're a team and i cannot frown,
Swam from my feeling 'cause I cannot drown,
I'll find my one or I will be found.
Harry Roberts - Moving on (good bye)
Faye Sep 2021
146
Don’t pull on your sleeves
Don’t let them see you swallow
There’s someone looking at you
Do you make a sound when you move?
Something to make someone notice,
All the little things you do?

Should I eat?
No. That makes a noise,
Noise could disturb the others
But they’re talking loudly,
And they probably wouldn’t hear you,
But don’t, just in case they do.

Don’t be a bother.
Should I even be sitting here?
I’m taking up space,
Someone else’s much needed,
Required to work, place.

Put on your vest,
Put back on your mask?
No. That would look weird,
But then at least they wouldn’t be able to see my face
And I could move it around without them looking,
But if I cover my face, they’ll look and stare and think
Who’s the *****, covering her face?
Is she ill?

Get up, you’ve seen this before,
Not even three weeks before,
Ignore them, they won’t remember
They’ll talk and laugh and talk
And you’ll be made a fool.
You’ll show vulnerability.
Go, go now, when it’s still okay.
Would they think now,
That I can’t handle the content?

They stared as I walked in,
Did I hear them whisper as I rose?
****, the teacher’s still standing in the hallway
This film-inspired shirt was a mistake.
Does he know who I am now?

This class is filled with all the *******
I don’t like, or know.
I need air. I can’t focus.
Go now, so you’ll be home early,
But that will **** them off,
If you suddenly appear.

Don’t cry.
Don’t pant, it looks ridiculous.
You’re so ******* unfit,
You’ve only gone down two
Flights of stairs,
You’re pathetic.

Don’t think about the fact
That you just spent two hellish hours
Waiting for this class,
And are now leaving.
Don’t think, just walk.
Just walk.

You’ve made yourself
Quite the target,
Wearing that bright red vest,
Their eyes will follow you
Surely, as you  walk down the street
Take it off, and hide it in your bag
Hide your shirt with your jacket,
You’re not standing out.
Why are my shoes so loud?

Don’t look straight ahead,
Do something with your hands
Don’t just let them hang by your sides
That looks stupid
Don’t fidget.
Don’t meet eyes.
Almost there,
Music on, volume way up,
Drown out the thoughts,
You’re a desert baby,
And your mind’s overcome by the drought
In the silence my mind’s empty.
I wrote this when I was close to having an anxiety attack. I thought it'd allow people to see what social anxiety is like.
solEmn oaSis Jul 2022
( episode 2 )
tic tac toe

from dusk till dawn
there will be no two
or more than three
pairs of drops would shown
so let me note this down
and then tight to point it out
that this kind of game shall last
when i poem you up so fast
though i know that my rhyme
may not sound so good*  to your calm ears
hence, i am quite sure,,  you would not quit by your eyes
for you might get lose
on the  time you have got to move
your pen from one place that had not been done
with a seen scene clues.
Mean what i say
if i were you, try to look at your ink
and have a guts to throw your turn so you'LL have a bright shrink
Quick! don't waste time, don't dream a blind bout to less your waist
line
hold the cry of lies, roll my dice as you feel my arms
on this sheet of blank curve so sheer!
Come to think of it and then read my lips...
SET A WAY OUT FOR THAT GUILT
THERE IS ONE MORE TRY!
NEXT TIME, BE WISE LIKE A CLERK
IN A FOUGHT THAT BROUGHT
US ON THE TOP OF THOSE HILLS SO BREEZE
FALL NOT, WHILE I BRACE YOUR SELF.
WE TOOK A SEAT AS WE GET TIRED
AND MET HER IN A MID OF OUR WALKED
NEAR TO THE FLAT FORM LAND
AS SHE JOINED IN A #PLAY OF JOURN
AS I DARE...WHO WINS TAKES THE BOLD PEN
WHICH IS FULL OF GLANCE
THAT ***** MUCH MORE THAN HIGH GRADE PRICE
AND SO IT WAS A DEAL TO CLAIM THAT PRIZE
gone once,
twice thrice
but hey, what a heck
would you mind not to void your O
cause my X will win this tic tac toe
come on, fight for our #
can't you see? If you do,
A trick of our own
shall hide the mark when she goes wrong.
You know what, if you knew her much as i did
you'LL find Anne how sharp she is
now that we're on, the two of us might not give a chance
to draw a new phase if we won't win next game flows
two to none, raise to three...
her seal crave to win that pride all at once.
I can not go back to drop that counts!
real talk...i do not want to miss a thing!
you are my brand new O
you are so dear to me!
we must beat that X
for there is no y does it like  u
yet we are one verb flew like a free bird
who aimed that goal
on our tic tac toe
thee thy thou
thus the last ought
now tied at two.
Seems it was her fault
looks like she does not pick
the right place as if she is not our foe.
This is the hour of truth
no time for her to beat our
"no hint two way-reach rank trace"
O X O
X O X
O X X
At last we won, with out my help
Anne failed,  Gem has
the badge now
on my ***** pen
I am blessed to have you Gem.
God Gave Me You
i can now shout out loud
verse to verse
through this kind of mind game
that brings out the hype
on us once we get jive.
SOON
PRIEST
OR JUDGE
SHOULD SAY
YOU MAY
KISS THE BRIDE
MOON WILL LIGHTS OUR NIGHT
ON THE DAY WE'LL WED
AS YOU AND I GOES TO BED
GEM MY LOVE, YOU ARE MY WILD CARD!
THAT CAME IN TO MY LIFE!
AND NOW YOU ARE MY WIFE!
**THANKS BE TO GOD OUR LORD!


a true to life poem of mine
Gem is the girl in my poem---
" *** "
a time to repost now
way back December 2015
here in hello poetry
Haddie Brenner Jan 2017
Cling, cling, cling.
Flop, flop, flop.
Ding, ding, ding.
Drop, drop, drop.
The screen blinks,
My brain drivels.
The colours *****,
My cells shrivel.
Cling, cling, cling.
Drop, drop, drop.
Why can't I stop, stop, stop.
Though through my life success I seethe

I often wonder...

Does man inspire? Or do they breathe

of breaths asunder?

The tests of mortal fears are fierce...

Let us then be kind,

and hasten not to knife and pierce

the soft heart or mind.

For deep behind my *****'ling eye:

The dark demons sing...

A song you never hear me cry

of The Lingering...

I speak not of a course of powers

meaningless in will.

I speak in bold, of forceful powers:

Powers that can ****.

Look around at our existence.

Many feel the sting

on mind and heart, through long persistence

of The Lingering...

The agony of gloom and woe

suffered in the dark-

and trepidation's overflow

leaves a grisly mark...

So, take a great and noble caring

to entreat the mind,

taking courage, always daring

to be warm and kind.

To have compassion in the strife:

What aid that can bring-

to one of us who go through life

in The Lingering!
Eleete j Muir Aug 2018
Momentarily we all are
As none is upon the
Spheric frozen cogs of time;
Now trow thou understanding
And ***** infinite conception,
Wishing, supernal creature-
Thrice fallen, expunging
Salvations scars deeper
Than the eternal hurt
Redeeming Gods altar;
The eventual solatium
Of oscillate lucifuguos death
Declaring defeat bearing the
Cross of extension for life's
End will never reveal
Peace to lost souls.


ELEETE J MUIR
Lawrence Hall Dec 2020
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                          A Little Child Lacing Her Shoes

                                  For Sarah, of course

She is as proud, as she can be, and I -
I too am proud, watching her twist her tongue
In thought – the rabbit pops into its hole
To emerge on the other side – hello!

She is as proud as she can be, but I
Am a little bit sad as she stands up now
Dancing in place to make the heel-lights *****
Then giggling, “Catch me, Daddy!” as she runs away

And I play-chase, knowing that all too soon
There won’t be little lights for me to follow
A poem is itself.
Orakhal Feb 2021
is thought awake

or just a picture to a wakeful state

failing us
into the risk of knowing

the take of leave

a leaf that wanes
on the wither of a stowing breeze

carried to her seed
on the heel of a fickles mind
by the seek of his grounded harrow

a meadows hang
on the tenants tell tales wonder

advent on the shimmy
of her seasons *****

a braze on the heat
of a weathers mulling think
Charles Sturies Jul 2018
He seems to see dreams as delusions
Not day dreamy allusions.
He has, I believe, always had a dream
Of being a major league baseball player.
He also, near as i can tell, has a dream
Of seeing a time to come, when all
People will be ethical, patriotic and
With little or no medical problems.
He's a good person, often trying to be,
A loyal Vietnam vet and friend, who
Wrestles with unpleasant PTSD
Problems so you can see why
He'd have the second dream.
His dreams and schemes
Make me think
I"m a stinky *****
Lacking to be a schlink,
Since I don't have a dream
Like him of seeing
Everyone with a DVD player for example,
Watching 'good' Movies, at least
Like he shows us here
In other words, it seems he has a dream like that
Because of his enjoyed
Hobby of watching DVDs He's
Selected with us.
Oh Ariel, do you think you can hide from me…
By changing your body’s sexuality?
What a shame? What a timidity?

However, I like the way you transformed your body
Your bulging biceps & chocolate abs attract me
Lol! My raging enmity turned into salivating *******!

Hihihi! An octopus being seduced by a fish? So funny!
It’s the greatest abnormality under the sea!
A very big insult to my superiority!

But anyway, come to my tentacles you hot ***** so ****
Hihihi! Feel the loving embrace of your ex-mortal enemy
Aha! Ex-enemy!... Yes! ‘Coz I’m now an admirer of thee!

Oh I forget…I’m still a clumsy bulky lady
Unable to match the strong muscles of thee
Hihihi! So now watch me as I change too my entity…

Hahaha! Here I am, lo! Now a male like thee!
My tentacles’ muscles are no longer flimsy!
I can hug you now so tightly!

Witness oh Triton, as I **** with your fruity
Hahaha! Gotcha! Oh Ariel, your warm flesh is tasty
Struggle more! It tickles me! Oh so yummy!

Away Flounder! Don’t disturb! We’re ******’ busy!
Away Sebastian! We’re doing our business privately!
Hahaha! That’s it, Flotsam & Jetsam! Banish the animosity!

Now come, oh hottie Ariel…let’s go into serene secrecy…
To my private room in this corner of the sea
Where it’s only you and me!

Ah!...This is the Seduction of Ursula! Heavenly gay joviality
A kiss of vascularity on your muscularity
Oh Ariel! You’ve just broken my virginity!

-02/13/2015
(Dumarao)
*Disney Characters *** Change Collection
My Poem No. 336

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