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"unimpaired" poems
thus by prosecutor charg-ed, with this crime so heinous~ed, the judge insisted on a super speedy trial, this, a special case-d "can't wait to hang this ***** be~deviler, got me a jail, second only to hell, if he thinks his hifalutin lawyers will get him de-roped!" I plead guilty to save the state some moola, avoid the expense of all the attendant hoopla, but in my tired defense, I said little but this, it was god who cursed me with this word-ly power! now I ain't saying I was naturally bad, but who are you to judge me so harshly , when all I did, with a tool god~given, was, tell people how beautiful they are, so close. never far, from bringing them forth to their fruition so my intentions were good, tho my goose is cooked, loonily, this I truthfully willingly confess, though just as bad, I was lazy, I was negligent, I am now hell-bent for many infractions, the greatest, chiefest of them all, was all the times, !!!!! ***read a poem much beloved by other's on this blue earth, weak from jealousy jealous, I never...reposted it! for their way much better than mine, and I was too selfish to praise them, so I expect I won't be too lonely in perdition, just another poet***                                                             !!!!!!!!                                                       addition *so children, teach your children well a poet's hell will slowly go by, if they fail to repost them hundreds of poems that mak'em gasp~laugh-just plain weep, for that will really **** (sorry lord) the one true judge wh gave us this wordy blessing, and is eagerly awaiting us special* sinners and that just might be my one true name… (Oh sinner~man! where are you gonna run too) [{(]})] p.s. this poem readily available to be reposted ('jes a 'gestion) even plagiarized elsewhere, but remember, when you, who stole it, somebody's a~watching whose vision is unimpaired. plus, I got new software invented by Ai trained teachers, so so, easy to find ya...
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
My True Name: "A way with words (and sentiments)"
thus by prosecutor charg-ed, with this crime so heinous~ed, the judge insisted on a super speedy trial, this, a special case-d "can't wait to hang this ***** be~deviler, got me a jail, second only to hell, if he thinks his hifalutin lawyers will get him de-roped!" I plead guilty to save the state some moola, avoid the expense of all the attendant hoopla, but in my tired defense, I said little but this, it was god who cursed me with this word-ly power! now I ain't saying I was naturally bad, but who are you to judge me so harshly , when all I did, with a tool god~given, was, tell people how beautiful they are, so close. never far, from bringing them forth to their fruition so my intentions were good, tho my goose is cooked, loonily, this I truthfully willingly confess, though just as bad, I was lazy, I was negligent, I am now hell-bent for many infractions, the greatest, chiefest of them all, was all the times, !!!!! ***read a poem much beloved by other's on this blue earth, weak from jealousy jealous, I never...reposted it! for their way much better than mine, and I was too selfish to praise them, so I expect I won't be too lonely in perdition, just another poet***                                                             !!!!!!!!                                                       addition *so children, teach your children well a poet's hell will slowly go by, if they fail to repost them hundreds of poems that mak'em gasp~laugh-just plain weep, for that will really **** (sorry lord) the one true judge wh gave us this wordy blessing, and is eagerly awaiting us special* sinners and that just might be my one true name… (Oh sinner~man! where are you gonna run too) [{(]})] p.s. this poem readily available to be reposted ('jes a 'gestion) even plagiarized elsewhere, but remember, when you, who stole it, somebody's a~watching whose vision is unimpaired. plus, I got new software invented by Ai trained teachers, so so, easy to find ya...
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Fragile heart of her's With all of his fake talks Still is unimpaired cause she loved Still loves,with all her heart Dreaming his action to reverse .
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
untamed heart
The firmest handshake I've ever felt Was that of a woman with Only three fingers left On her Hand. The biggest person I know Is about the same hight as His wheelchair. His life is a richer one Than mine will ever be. Because he makes it so. What worries do I have? Yet some days are heavy. I suppose being born Unimpaired and staying so Is an impairment at times In itself.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Wheelchair
On The Great Lawn of my mind, The city's biggest dance floor, Upon its cushions, stepping lightly, The spring breeze, feeling its way, Making, reawakening, a thousand acquaintances, Absent parent kissing each long-lost babe-blade of grass Breeze takes each blade of spring grass: Cajoles, asks not, With windy hands, guided missiles, gentle/firm push/pull engage/ disengages, open/closes Breeze makes each one Neck, caress their neighbor, A thousand pas de deuces of fresh faced green children. All in all a triumphant processional, Cloaked in robes of sky blue velvet, Crowned by the sun's burnt orange kisses. At the middle school dance, The walls are portrait painted with the shy ones, The ones-who-don't-know-how-to-ask. Passover's children Needy for a Moses. Student of the spring breezes, This silly earnest teacher/chaperone, Grand-pa-rent will: Cajole, ask not, With hands, guided missiles, gentle/firm push/pull engage/ disengages, open/closes Under his tutelage, Every boy and girl A dancer, a blade, Each a Passenger on the fuselage Of his Spring Ballroom breeze. These are my spring rites imagined, Visions of my sight unimpaired, Present and future clarified. Soon we will teach our own Little Princes and Princesses, The shelter of dancing, Feel the embrace of nature, Under the mantle of an A Capella choir of tree leaves, We will lie side by side, Skyward pointing, Sharing our spring-sprung imaginings, Performing each and all Upon the breeze to carry away, For all to gleeful applaud!
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Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
Spring Breezes (wherever your are blowin today)
On The Great Lawn of my mind, The city's biggest dance floor, Upon its cushions, stepping lightly, The spring breeze, feeling its way, Making, reawakening, a thousand acquaintances, Absent parent kissing each long-lost babe-blade of grass Breeze takes each blade of spring grass: Cajoles, asks not, With windy hands, guided missiles, gentle/firm push/pull engage/ disengages, open/closes Breeze makes each one Neck, caress their neighbor, A thousand pas de deuces of fresh faced green children. All in all a triumphant processional, Cloaked in robes of sky blue velvet, Crowned by the sun's burnt orange kisses. At the middle school dance, The walls are portrait painted with the shy ones, The ones-who-don't-know-how-to-ask. Passover's children Needy for a Moses. Student of the spring breezes, This silly earnest teacher/chaperone, Grand-pa-rent will: Cajole, ask not, With hands, guided missiles, gentle/firm push/pull engage/ disengages, open/closes Under his tutelage, Every boy and girl A dancer, a blade, Each a Passenger on the fuselage Of his Spring Ballroom breeze. These are my spring rites imagined, Visions of my sight unimpaired, Present and future clarified. Soon we will teach our own Little Princes and Princesses, The shelter of dancing, Feel the embrace of nature, Under the mantle of an A Capella choir of tree leaves, We will lie side by side, Skyward pointing, Sharing our spring-sprung imaginings, Performing each and all Upon the breeze to carry away, For all to gleeful applaud!
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Thank you for your hospitality Thank you for what we used to be Thank you for what you meant to me Thank you for setting me free Thank you for showing me finally What I can become... Reminding me of where I'm from For washing away the rain from my eyes When all I could do was lay down and cry For showing me that I am all I need That I can get up while my heart bleeds For all the advice that I should heed Thank you for the time we had Thank you for the good and the bad Thank you for teaching me to Look up Look up When all I see is the empty cup For holding my hand Making me understand that I am worth it... I was worth it... .. am I worth it? For all the moments that we shared for being someone who cared for holding me when I was scared for giving love, unimpaired I wish that I was more I wish I could belong I wish we weren't wrong... Wishing never got me anywhere I still can feel my heart tear Why does this life have to be so unfair Why look at me with teeth bared remember what we shared? remember when you cared? can't you see I'm scared? I will always hold you, in my heart Though I may never hold you, in my arms I pray you never fall to any harm Go, Live your life and I'll live mine and remember life, from another time and be missing you... missing you..
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
Missing you
“Walk right up to you, To the root of your throne And stare, expectant Cup in hand, thirst in soul Ready to drink, and just demand: I yell and raise the cup to you – ‘Forgive me!’ I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness Please grant me eyes true, And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired - ‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
U N T I T L E W O R T H Y
Provide web connections at the same time to all, At the same PC On the PC, at all times, An internet site to provide safe supply A nice guest And every plant of the field, so you do not need to worry about Visitors to meet best management of Creek, sand, and that the Cathedral Wildlife Scholarship of All Rich, Bob Cow Standard Design Park, recalls that he sits on the company's Sciences Center; angles angrily shouts to a crowded ballroom for a new radio, the modern shadows of John's economics, kids water colored water is and pigs in Bedford Hills; Mary's robot glasses, her famous smartphone running, she is ********** and deliberately showing her _penpe_ standing in the early light so the developer has the pleasure of seeing her; they are the Angels of The Planck Institute for Destruction's Program is stopped by a fool's kiss and touched without a mark; It fosters cheap prices to the distance of the shadow of the hairy hair raising up his own hands that are saved to swallow us up to condemnation, or instead of being negative or stubborn in their mourning; Down Nation at the same time to be unimpaired by the Connection Center Developer's Internet Connection to the PCI; All together now, than | 1, there is no connection to your PCI While the rest of the Sea Link is linked together; Boom, the federal PC provide links & Plug-ins to your computer's PC panels
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
The Planck Institute for Destruction
Weeks and days Spent in the haze Trying to find who I was When a man spoke in my ear With words calm and clear I would not find myself where I searched I was without not within I thought with a grin Which is why peace eluded me The truth unimpaired Spoke by one who cared Saved me from my own thoughts And though from Adam They know me not I hope they know The good they've brought Though it may not feel that way In these current darker days
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Speak the Truth
-A gush more like an abundance of beautiful characterization evolves from your peach filled spirit. Its a vibrant resonance of bittersweet, soft,cool,bold,direct enunciation your love is worthy but your love comes never second to irrelevant bull****. Your a woman of great power, massive abilities your words flow deep deep within the veins of your soul those of which are never familiar of holding grudges. The golden shimmered but supple sweetness of your complexion has the ability to magnetize many eyes minds and souls keeping people glued like admiring an art sculpture. Full lips absolute and unimpaired for the perfect man to endow appreciate and adore. Daredevil at hand never depending on another woman or man's hand. Spirit insignificant never to be compared nor related to another spirit that is not as lively as yours. Majestry is what I call your elegance, your aura a sweet epiphany fantasizing about you because you never limit yourself you are indeed the shit. Your strength is astounding, although we've grown you are the feminine work of art, a soulmate I will never lose in spirit, the feeling ia stagnant I must be near you your laugh will always be a symmetrical rescue to my mental state of mind.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Lee
Cut it around the bend, Eyes focused on the descent of time A droplet ascertaining life Dripping with momentous flow Unadulterated and unimpaired The form of a will occupies the air Cut it around the bend, There is nothing to the descent of time Covered with unsteady palms The warmth of these guilty hands Swelling red from where pain still stays Marked by the bitter pangs Of the memories that persist and fight to remain The feelings that soak in deep as much as they stain Covered with unsteady palms There is no warmth in these guilty hands Streaked and aligned amongst tiles A redden life will begin to grey Now parallel to a cold horizon Intoxicated by yet another day’s Reminder of priors and those yet to come Motions kept by the rise and setting of suns Streaked and aligned amongst tiles There’s nothing left of life but grey It’s all over. © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Procedure of Ending (Relapse)
) ) • ( ^^^ Unimpaired vision Clean I remember /// I remember my purity • Sitting quietly Seeing if it is possible that you might love Healing myself so you might love me /// I sit and try to love you I KNOW you'll love me when I do // This knowledge is the only god I know The only god I know ^^^
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Goodness gracious !
I look back at our late-night conversation, It was the first time I've heard your voice I knew I was the slightest bit of anxiety My fingers were a little cold And I might have felt it trembling But when you spoke, Your voice lit up the fireplace in the room And my hands began to grow warmer and warmer As your airy words go fluttering from the speaker to my ear I slowly felt cozy and the bit of alcohol from a while ago crawled back up My words were unimpaired and free The simple exchange of nonsensicality and infinite laughters When we said good night, I lay in bed looking at the ceiling But all I see is pitch black So I think about the look on your face As we laughed at your stupid stories and the pitter-pattering around your house I wondered about the future events If I pushed the green button again But I just stayed there, And waited 'Til I fell asleep
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
12:31 AM
Hey there stranger! Tis round about middle night. Très misterioso. Sleep a forgotten memory. I am writing this missive from hell. Don’t dismiss my missive. Don’t be so negative. Even the ****** are upbeat sometimes. I was taken aback too. The downhill happened before I knew it. Think of life as rolling snowballs. Individually, not so bad. It’s the avalanche that crushes you. OK, some days are disasters: dim to the brink of extinction, darkness and silence unimpaired, inertia and void as never seen before. But you can never tell. Downs have ups. My crushing depression was long ago replaced by mere unhappiness. A weak weakness transformed into strong weakness. That’s progress. I always fail, but every time I fail, I fail better. That’s improvement. Add a little honey and the gall tastes fine. Drink up. Enjoy. If you learn to suffer well, at least you are good at something. So don’t worry. I am at the peak of the abyss. There is no bottom. Dismally fine, I’ve never felt older. Words won’t do. Hush. Nothing of uninterest left to say. Just wanted to reassure you. All is as always. There’s no hope yet. Soon the sun will rise over the nothing new world. From the depths, I say hi. Optimistically bleak, Mike (or whatever sometimes speaks for him).
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Existential Avalanche
Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land You who rest amid the ocean Arise to his mountain His holy dwelling Shout your joy, exalt his name The Lord your God protected you Prayers were counted, cries were heard The wind spun, storm were scared Left your land unimpaired Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land Look around you’re the one who stand For you have made your God your stronghold Exalted the name of the Lord What scheme you have that you linger unharmed? What fence you have that enemies cannot pass through? Neighbours were astonished As you scare the hurricane away Victory! Shout by thee my blessed land You delight him with your praises He covered you with Mighty hands Victory! Shout by thee, You who rest in his arms Praises! Praises! The victor’s shout.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
The Victor’s Shout
It's all that I can know Telescope, microphone Camera eye in tow Atoms traveling Past the speed of light And still we're moving Into a entropy night A hundred billion Galaxies Each with a hundred billion stars First it bends my mind Then it sinks my heart Somewhere other than nowhere They are highly likely Out there Let my imagination Be unimpaired    There's more than we can know...
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
ALL THAT I CAN KNOW
<> a lump in my bed ———————— sheet covered, toe to head, alive or ? call it lumpen woman, though shapely, the thick coverlet says yay, let’s suppress! what lies sheet-deep, let everyone wanna guess? two arms snakily shoot/emerge, straight out, from besides ears, to aerate treasured tresses, blonde mane, lioness locks, somehow sun colored, of the rest, a-guessing kept, I man of reason, am’nt a speculator reasoning that when the world was 1st created, there was a holy hole in my side, missing a ribbing, leaving me needy for a plugging, a poultice covering, a bandage stitched, so my breathing unimpaired thus this how and why the lumpen woman is come into bed and body, to patch and complete, warm and stoke me, wake up us to freshly chilled spring atmospheres, and other supposed reasons to compose only love poetry Fri May 22 early morn bedecked bed isle of sheltering
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
a lump in my bed
(               ) (                                                       ) ( \/ /\ /    \ ++                                                       hey babe I see ya •• after the years have passed our little lives by And all we are  ...?                                                    ( none dare say ! ) // Futile useless memories Of the love that we begged for ( so piteously and shamefully ) •• After the flood of pain has carried the whole world away ! •• Still My love shall remain True and unimpaired • after the memories of the love we begged for Are washed away ••• We shall walk empty streets with vacant eyes And shall have no dreams Only the hazy smog filled skies Punctured by the cries of children Being tortured in countless alleyways ||| And every day shall seem like a long time •   • Still I will be there With a love both true and fine •• I will leave some food for you //// I will perhaps sing a joyful song /:/ I will still say ANYTIME YOU WANT TO YOU CAN BE FREE /:::/ I know you won't hear me But I will be there
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
love song
on the dating site I subscribe to poor like I am, but full of quality content to never be perverse thrilled you found me like the boys I used to run with down the railroad tracks free, unimpaired, undefined open to change, open to evolving slowly discovering me cutting wood or planting a garden listening to soft music keeping time to my footsteps.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
I wish you were...
Jetting out of the water on their tails, cackling at the birds that fly over head. Racing against mighty ships and small boats. Diving under them and back up again. Roaming the open sea unimpaired, Dolphins perform a ballet. Tricksters and noble creatures, they call to each other and flutter through the waves. Dancing over the swells, the elegant creatures swim in splendor, oh to see the Dolphin dance.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Dolphin Dance