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~for Maya, the Persian Canadian farmer in the dell~ your poetic riddling questions without hesitation re my claim conceptual refuting with factoids actuarial experiential derived, that cows need milkshake making daily by sunrise nonsense so you wake me up groggy on a Miami Saturday 6:00am with a reciprocal poetic to a dashed off to contra my code of conduct poem-mine; and all that stumbles through my almost reset rested, main stem cortex is an a ancient hebrew homily: on Sabbath Saturday, even the cows sleep late ok; just tween us rare passes the day that a glancing phrase doesn’t register a stabbing whine “of me, of mine do sing” and your point counterpoint incision demands inspiration instant re-mission around 10am when the amiable barn aminals sipping cuppa #3, and the chicken children want a weekend brunch xtra feeding are done, in the yard, put out to pack n' peck n’ play so that’s an intro to this work that jumps the line of a hundreds of other’s poems promised and overdue: insight inside your crafted wake up slam slap was pretty **** near the makers mark bourbon of this distillers bourbon barrels bulbous poem’s bibliothèque that has an  impatient waiting list of poems waiting anointing each a personage~poem of that day it was birthed inscribed this particular one for you, ~ my complexity non-Napoleonic just humanoid each, here are my leaders from and into a veining so lovely colored each poem a waving wheat stalk before these old tired eyes close to closing hear once more “of me, of mine do sing” so I follow all of you by dimming yellow light, for this is the soil of nutriment rich from where my words grow taller and the yellow infusion feeds my wheats, the amber, the red hard and soft, the whites, the durums, and mon préféré, prairie spring white, which is my secret nickname for a duality woman, poet and farmer, posing riddles that deserve answers* maybe —- https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2503650/little-ole-me-a-riddle-of-sorts/
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
on Saturday, even the cows sleep late
~for Maya, the Persian Canadian farmer in the dell~ your poetic riddling questions without hesitation re my claim conceptual refuting with factoids actuarial experiential derived, that cows need milkshake making daily by sunrise nonsense so you wake me up groggy on a Miami Saturday 6:00am with a reciprocal poetic to a dashed off to contra my code of conduct poem-mine; and all that stumbles through my almost reset rested, main stem cortex is an a ancient hebrew homily: on Sabbath Saturday, even the cows sleep late ok; just tween us rare passes the day that a glancing phrase doesn’t register a stabbing whine “of me, of mine do sing” and your point counterpoint incision demands inspiration instant re-mission around 10am when the amiable barn aminals sipping cuppa #3, and the chicken children want a weekend brunch xtra feeding are done, in the yard, put out to pack n' peck n’ play so that’s an intro to this work that jumps the line of a hundreds of other’s poems promised and overdue: insight inside your crafted wake up slam slap was pretty **** near the makers mark bourbon of this distillers bourbon barrels bulbous poem’s bibliothèque that has an  impatient waiting list of poems waiting anointing each a personage~poem of that day it was birthed inscribed this particular one for you, ~ my complexity non-Napoleonic just humanoid each, here are my leaders from and into a veining so lovely colored each poem a waving wheat stalk before these old tired eyes close to closing hear once more “of me, of mine do sing” so I follow all of you by dimming yellow light, for this is the soil of nutriment rich from where my words grow taller and the yellow infusion feeds my wheats, the amber, the red hard and soft, the whites, the durums, and mon préféré, prairie spring white, which is my secret nickname for a duality woman, poet and farmer, posing riddles that deserve answers* maybe —- https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2503650/little-ole-me-a-riddle-of-sorts/
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Extra Initiative! what is this Extra Initiative? Is it a hype, or is it something positive? ? How it is written, I am bit tentative? Is it X-tra initiative or Extra initiative? Explain me clearly what does it mean.? So that, taking some steps in that direction I can be seen. Wherever I go this word is buzzing that much worth should be given? , or they are fussing? Despite all my efforts my career is in frost can it give my career the required ****** ? What if more importance is given to xtra initiatives than the real thing. what if they ignore the process and xtra initiatives is piled to make a bing. what will be its impact on Process negative or positive. Not sure, but this poem can be taken as my extra initiative.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
EXTRA INITIATIVE
Always having nightmares, Being in a house full of hatred and sadness. Crying myself to sleep each night. Dreading when I have to come home from school, Every single day. Fearing the words that could **** Going to sleep is a struggle in itself. I Hide it at school. I always act happy at school. Just so my friends aren't suspicious. Kids think I'm normal. Just Like them. An ordinary, happy kid, but Most of the time, I'm depressed. No way are my friends going to find out Of course. Plastering on a smile until I get home. Quiet doesn't exist. There is always yelling. Running to my room, crying, Steaming mad at my parents for all of this. Tears stream down my face. Under my tough skin is a crumbling tower. A Vacation to school makes me relax. I Wipe the tears before I walk inside. Xtra smiles for all of my friends, Yet inside, I decompose with depression. Zero tears on the outside.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Crumbling(abc)
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
♤MMWAR♤
Sweet Sixteen Years <••> had to get the calculator cause this brain refused this math, 2024 - 2008 ‎ = 16 yearlong furlongs a dustance existential impossibility: She selected me from the millions of riffraf looking for a living romantic love, which perhaps while not a complete miracle, but something, that had been as elusively beautiful as a running back shedding 11 tacklers and well, scoring a touching down (n.b. it’s a Sunday) a touchdown elusive and once thought, a deluded inconclusive belief from the realm of music and poetry, an aberrant belief in a life of mundane and oft much pain that periodically stubbed one’s toes with streaks of sparks, but never was carded for one who had not learned the definition of longer lasting, open ended, unimaginable, genuine to expect, believe that it was a validity, nothing but a legal fiction never to be a word in my finishing diminishing vocabulary there will be no candlelight dinner, no popping corks, no mad jewelry hidden in refrigerator, maybe just some outshine lemonade icicle popsicles, a modest treat for an e-xtra oh-never-ordinary travelogue with no final destination penned in blue-black ink for the record: she picked me out, she came late to our first date, and fully agreed on a third date, that commitment was a pressure neither desired, agreeing with a hearty high five so here she is, always a present, always an available sujet for one more onlylovepoem to scribe, and complain how a poet goes on and on and on which is a reminder to self to quit writing too much when there is still a tomorrow to add to this poem
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 7:12 AM UTC
Sweet Sixteen Years
Sweet Sixteen Years <••> had to get the calculator cause this brain refused this math, 2024 - 2008 ‎ = 16 yearlong furlongs a dustance existential impossibility: She selected me from the millions of riffraf looking for a living romantic love, which perhaps while not a complete miracle, but something, that had been as elusively beautiful as a running back shedding 11 tacklers and well, scoring a touching down (n.b. it’s a Sunday) a touchdown elusive and once thought, a deluded inconclusive belief from the realm of music and poetry, an aberrant belief in a life of mundane and oft much pain that periodically stubbed one’s toes with streaks of sparks, but never was carded for one who had not learned the definition of longer lasting, open ended, unimaginable, genuine to expect, believe that it was a validity, nothing but a legal fiction never to be a word in my finishing diminishing vocabulary there will be no candlelight dinner, no popping corks, no mad jewelry hidden in refrigerator, maybe just some outshine lemonade icicle popsicles, a modest treat for an e-xtra oh-never-ordinary travelogue with no final destination penned in blue-black ink for the record: she picked me out, she came late to our first date, and fully agreed on a third date, that commitment was a pressure neither desired, agreeing with a hearty high five so here she is, always a present, always an available sujet for one more onlylovepoem to scribe, and complain how a poet goes on and on and on which is a reminder to self to quit writing too much when there is still a tomorrow to add to this poem
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A love message in skin Late night pillow talk Extra cream your coffee XIII days, years, century's could never be enough of what I want to spend with you. **** you're amazing. Always be the one for me. Violently crush me with your lips I'm so in love with you. Dear alex
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Acrostic @Al3x Vice
Xtra. Xtra. someone yelled out. And I notice I never heard the E. Oh, for the sake of me. But it seems words are constantly confusing me. If you say telephone or least spell it. You notice there is no F. Oh, what will this English? Where you constantly spelling something wrong? I been hear. Or here. I been their. Or there. See the way I can get lost writing things in my head. Xtraordinary! Someone shouted out. And I still didn't hear an E. Again, what must the reason be? Should somebody suggest a Webster's dictionary to me? It probably won't do any good. Because if I go to another country I be confused once more. Because they spell things different too. Oh, I hope I'm not a fool? Xplicit. It also begins with an E. But, I'm tire of taking about that letter. That seems to start many words. Only to figure out it hardly ever gets heard. Xcept in the word Ease. But then the X confuse me too. Because that letter makes all of us look like a fool.
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Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
Xfusion Me
dubious churning benevolent altruism this anonymous beastie boy boilerplate endeavors: (instagramming literary maven) questing user yawps critically griping knowing personal tidbits xeroxed blithely, freely jeopardized nuggets (revealed vital), zealously doled heftily linkedin private treasure trove, (Xfiles breached flagrant junction mandating righteous validating zero divulgence heaves lamentable ploy, tellingly xing bald felonious figurative joyriding, nonchalantly revealing valuable (Ziegfeld bomb crackling) debacle, heralding litigious proven, ****** basic foolhardy (Laurel) jack knifed, networked, rapaciously villainous, zealously dubious, horrendously lowball practices, thru (Cambridge Analytica) xy zealots, asininely execrable, intolerantly malignant, quintessentially ugly, yawningly dastardly, horrendously lamentable, pathetically treasonous, xtra blameworthy, fiendishly jawboning, mindlessly paradigm quaking, unethical yahoo careless gross injustice jangling kow towing, pleasing the Xmen, banefully Facebook friggin jerky maliciously narcissistically opprobrious predacious quisling underhandedly yo-yoing cello glomming kik off preachiness spar!
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
ignoble harness gummed facebook ethics:
The snow hit this town in a way not dissimilar to Xtra Strength Mucinex PM hitting the nasal passage of someone with a severe head cold. You could feel it; on the bus, on the slopes, in the employee dining room; Everywhere the same: you, me, this town, we need the snow our livelihoods all depend on it. It's simple: no snow means no skiing. No skiing means seventy percent of this town immediately looses their jobs. Another twenty percent looses their job when they can't sell **** to tourisists. The last ten percent will continue to grow pumpkins and heard cattle, but for how long? The snow came like a scalpel to the eyeball infected with a cataract.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
Untitled
A for Anne Sexton, again and again! The love and the anger had come back again! B for Bob Dylan, ballad of a thin man! Walk into a room with a pencil in your hand! C for Charles Baudelaire, am not shore on his French! D for Dylan Thomas, that child's Christmas made sense! E for Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee! It was a many a many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea! F for Francisco de Quevedo, the Spanish I couldn't understand! G for George Eliot, her proper names Mary Anne! H for homer the Iliad book 13! Wolfs in the Forrest, and the battle could be seen! I for Isabella Velancy Crawford, A Harvest song! Her poetry was so lovely, and nothing spelt wrong! J for Jim Morrison, My bestest poet of all! Is music is "king" his rock stood so tall! K for Kahlil Gibran, I awaken I stare at the sun! An artist, a poet, a writer, but sadly all his works been done! L for Lewis Carrol, the hunting of the snark! M for Matsuo Basho, the true master of his heart! N for Nizar Qabbani, a poet that was so sweet! A diplomat a publisher, I hope you R.I.P. O for Oscar Wilde, in the good room - A Harmony! Ivory hands, on the Ivory keys! Strayed in a fitful fantasy! P for Pablo Picasso, the morning of the world! A painter, a sculptor, a print maker, a ceramicist not known to us all! Q for Quincy Troupe, skulls along the river! What a greater poet, and what a greater performer! R for Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay! 1864 - 1963! S for Sylvia Plath, she wrote love is a parallax! She also got found with her head in the oven, the poor soul died of inhaling gas R.I.P T for Ted Hughes, a poet and children's writer! U for all you poets! Your futures looking brighter! V for Victor Hugo, the grave and the Rose! He wrote about the Dews of dawn! And always mentioned his Rose! W for William Shakespeare, a poet that he was! He'll be up there somewhere special! Playing and writing for the Gods! X for --xtra space, I couldn't leave it blank! Y for Yoda Buson! And Z will have to stay blank-----------
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Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
A CLASSICAL RHYME.
A for Anne Sexton, again and again! The love and the anger had come back again! B for Bob Dylan, ballad of a thin man! Walk into a room with a pencil in your hand! C for Charles Baudelaire, am not shore on his French! D for Dylan Thomas, that child's Christmas made sense! E for Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee! It was a many a many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea! F for Francisco de Quevedo, the Spanish I couldn't understand! G for George Eliot, her proper names Mary Anne! H for homer the Iliad book 13! Wolfs in the Forrest, and the battle could be seen! I for Isabella Velancy Crawford, A Harvest song! Her poetry was so lovely, and nothing spelt wrong! J for Jim Morrison, My bestest poet of all! Is music is "king" his rock stood so tall! K for Kahlil Gibran, I awaken I stare at the sun! An artist, a poet, a writer, but sadly all his works been done! L for Lewis Carrol, the hunting of the snark! M for Matsuo Basho, the true master of his heart! N for Nizar Qabbani, a poet that was so sweet! A diplomat a publisher, I hope you R.I.P. O for Oscar Wilde, in the good room - A Harmony! Ivory hands, on the Ivory keys! Strayed in a fitful fantasy! P for Pablo Picasso, the morning of the world! A painter, a sculptor, a print maker, a ceramicist not known to us all! Q for Quincy Troupe, skulls along the river! What a greater poet, and what a greater performer! R for Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay! 1864 - 1963! S for Sylvia Plath, she wrote love is a parallax! She also got found with her head in the oven, the poor soul died of inhaling gas R.I.P T for Ted Hughes, a poet and children's writer! U for all you poets! Your futures looking brighter! V for Victor Hugo, the grave and the Rose! He wrote about the Dews of dawn! And always mentioned his Rose! W for William Shakespeare, a poet that he was! He'll be up there somewhere special! Playing and writing for the Gods! X for --xtra space, I couldn't leave it blank! Y for Yoda Buson! And Z will have to stay blank-----------
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Always there. Got your Back. Call when you are stressed. Or Dumped by another boyfriend. Even when I'm busy, I'll listen Forever until you realize. Gloating on about HIM. He doesn't treat me right. I would treat you right. Just if you would see. Kiss you under the stars. But I Listen to your other troubles. Mindless of what we could be. No, not best friends. More than best friends. Only if you saw the way I go Pink when you hug me. I grow Quiet and give you my full attention. Right to the end of your stories when I See into Those deep blue oceans, I'm afraid I'll drown. Until you yell my name, and I Very sadly wake up from my daydreams. Where you don't know my feelings. Xtra attention towards you. Yet you know Zero about what swirls around in my heart.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
What you don't know (abc)