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Biscuits
You needn’t care of what I seek,
My father taught me, he was wise:
“No matter how you look and speak,
Become the sun each day you rise.”
Do I annoy you by my spunk,
The way I handle every slight?
Why do you fill your head with junk?
As President? Well I just might.
My faith is day, my passion night,
But you don’t know me, you despise
How much I love, with whom I cite,
And wonder next time when I’ll rise.
You hate me for my looks & strength,
Of different hair & skin & nose.
You think about my life, it’s length.
All the above, our Maker chose.
Don’t think about my happiness,
I feel I’ve won the lottery.
Without a dime, in God I’m blessed,
My plate is full, His gifts to me.
I am a Mardi Gras delight,
Confetti floating from the skies.
The crowd will dance with me all night,
And like balloons in air, I’ll rise.
Do I hear gunshots, go to jail,
Is that the life you think I lead?
With all the wisdom as my bail,
I will remind that slaves were freed.
The ghettos and the jungles show
It’s of diversity we’ve come.
You plant us anywhere, we’ll grow,
We won’t go back where we came from.
You lie awake, of me you shake,
I’ve got the gist of your surmise.
What do I cook as biscuits bake?
It won’t be long now ‘till I rise.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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My missing half
I despise myself for not being somebody you could love. For you enslaved my heart before I could even tell you how I felt. It's not your memory I miss, it was your embrace. My broken heart still beats but the scars remain. Slowly tearing over thoughts of the past.i thought we were each others peace in the chaos around us. Apparently I was nothing more than a host for your parasitic mind. That's the problem with being strong, people often look for ways to break you. My shadow remains a constant reminder of the soul you stripped from me. While you took my money, my love, my soul, and my heart. Given another chance, I would love you again forever more.
Written by Jomamma97
(Frank Statile)
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She Breathes
She breathes
Her breath is life
With each lung full
A heart beats strongly
In the emotions of love
A soul laments
Where passion dwelled
Seeing through eyes of fire
The truth of love
Imagining her lover
The shaping of moments
Between connecting beings
Her heart feels more alive
Finding a smile that was lost
Welling up with happiness
The beautiful entity of love
Touching her senses
Electrical shivers
This is why she breathes
To share her heart and soul
Her breath is life
With each lung full
A heart beats strongly
In the emotions of love
A soul laments
Where passion dwelled
Seeing through eyes of fire
The truth of love
Imagining her lover
The shaping of moments
Between connecting beings
Her heart feels more alive
Finding a smile that was lost
Welling up with happiness
The beautiful entity of love
Touching her senses
Electrical shivers
This is why she breathes
To share her heart and soul
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Anonymous
The temple of the mind
i
Our structured manifestation
Here first letter revelation
Such bears no sound,
A zero point all-expansion
Silent carrier of vibration
Purporting unbound,
ii
Atziluth wand of a King Yod Tejas noble
Yetzirah cup of a Queen He' Vayu to fly
Briah sword of a Knight Vau Apas global
Assiah coin of a Knave He' Prithivi abide,
iii
Material fruits among astral leaves
Falling from the archetypal stems
Formed from all spirited seeds,
iv
One fundamental point--in kind
Crosses each octave line--rhyme,
Across every fifth surface--mind
Into hither fourth volume--shine,
v
1/1 Kether in a supernal fire uni born
2/1 Tiferith as an ethical air dual reform
3/1 Yesod into an astral water triform
4/1 Malkuth each material earth reborn,
vi
The natural is but the dense aspect of the spiritual...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Me myself and I
Oh you think you fell from the sky
You can no longer make me cry
You thought I was your tool
Because you been such a fool
You think you were so cool
Trying to throw me in that pool
How could you be so cruel
I love myself more than you
I love myself and that is why
Its time to say bye bye
I need no other to satisfy
I just need me myself and I
You can no longer make me cry
You thought I was your tool
Because you been such a fool
You think you were so cool
Trying to throw me in that pool
How could you be so cruel
I love myself more than you
I love myself and that is why
Its time to say bye bye
I need no other to satisfy
I just need me myself and I
Written by Selosa67
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We Are Done, Penelope
Penelope
walked in the spacious bedroom
slowly.
At its center
she stood facing Ulysses
who laid on his bed
across her
curled up and shaking.
He rolled up off the bed
and ran to her.
Down on his knees he went
before her.
He grasped around her waist
and held her tight
pressing
the side of his face
on her tender belly.
"We are done, Penelope!"
he mumbled
"Those pretenders to my throne
bought off the troops
and turned them against me!"...
Time after time
had Penelope favored him
with the look
that gifted him with confidence and cunning.
Not anymore!
Bored to death and tired of
his game
she wiggled out of his grasping hands.
"I told you, didn't I?
Go fight Troy along the other
good for nothing Greeks
and leave the Pretenders to me!
But, no, not you!
You stayed glued to Ithaca... You stayed glued to me",
she scolded him
walking out of the spacious bedroom
slowly.
walked in the spacious bedroom
slowly.
At its center
she stood facing Ulysses
who laid on his bed
across her
curled up and shaking.
He rolled up off the bed
and ran to her.
Down on his knees he went
before her.
He grasped around her waist
and held her tight
pressing
the side of his face
on her tender belly.
"We are done, Penelope!"
he mumbled
"Those pretenders to my throne
bought off the troops
and turned them against me!"...
Time after time
had Penelope favored him
with the look
that gifted him with confidence and cunning.
Not anymore!
Bored to death and tired of
his game
she wiggled out of his grasping hands.
"I told you, didn't I?
Go fight Troy along the other
good for nothing Greeks
and leave the Pretenders to me!
But, no, not you!
You stayed glued to Ithaca... You stayed glued to me",
she scolded him
walking out of the spacious bedroom
slowly.
Written by takis1917
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Two Naked Poets
Within my nakedness implied
By words I whisper as I sit astride,
Entreat the heart for you to hold
The list of doubts to heal from & be whole.
The part I make myself most bare
Is put my trust in you & hope you care
Of all else that takes precedence
From these to try and finally make more sense.
You know yourself the risk I take;
It was with me you placed your trust to make,
And ever since that fateful day
Locked doors are flung aside to show the way.
'Twas early on when we first met
You told your story and then made a bet;
Of drink, abuse & suicide,
That keeping nothing from me I'd decide.
And in a flash I knew right then
I'd want to stay, & be more than your friend.
Each day I've been & stood my ground,
You've helped with answers to my story found.
Though we must sleep in separate beds
Denuded each of us from final threads,
We never judge our covered books
Instead we open wide to anxious looks.
To think of me a lover strong
Who often struggles when she gets it wrong,
But just like me you understand;
We do much more, two poets, hearts in hand.
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B
Syllabic line count per stanza: 8/10/8/10
April 28 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
By words I whisper as I sit astride,
Entreat the heart for you to hold
The list of doubts to heal from & be whole.
The part I make myself most bare
Is put my trust in you & hope you care
Of all else that takes precedence
From these to try and finally make more sense.
You know yourself the risk I take;
It was with me you placed your trust to make,
And ever since that fateful day
Locked doors are flung aside to show the way.
'Twas early on when we first met
You told your story and then made a bet;
Of drink, abuse & suicide,
That keeping nothing from me I'd decide.
And in a flash I knew right then
I'd want to stay, & be more than your friend.
Each day I've been & stood my ground,
You've helped with answers to my story found.
Though we must sleep in separate beds
Denuded each of us from final threads,
We never judge our covered books
Instead we open wide to anxious looks.
To think of me a lover strong
Who often struggles when she gets it wrong,
But just like me you understand;
We do much more, two poets, hearts in hand.
Rhyme scheme: A/A/B/B
Syllabic line count per stanza: 8/10/8/10
April 28 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Twerk- City Girls ft queen kawaii (remastered)
I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her...
Throw that, bounce that, twerk that...
Do it baby, move it baby, suck up on that clot until that pussy got a hickie baby...
Watch big could a bought a range rover...
Change little but I spent some change on it...
Nigga mad imma put the gang on em...
They'll die bout me, they'll bang on me..
Then this ass poked out, no frame on it...
Itty bitty pretty I'm the realest in this city
Only fucking with the thugs...
Gotta nigga worth a billi'...
Showing love only talk about bad shit when you hear me..
Smooth like a g5 we ain't never doing quickies..
Throw that, bounce that, twerk that...
Do it baby, move it baby, suck up on that clot until that pussy got a hickie baby...
Watch big could a bought a range rover...
Change little but I spent some change on it...
Nigga mad imma put the gang on em...
They'll die bout me, they'll bang on me..
Then this ass poked out, no frame on it...
Itty bitty pretty I'm the realest in this city
Only fucking with the thugs...
Gotta nigga worth a billi'...
Showing love only talk about bad shit when you hear me..
Smooth like a g5 we ain't never doing quickies..
Written by BeautyQueen00
(Queen Kawaii)
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Emotion vs Logic
Emotion is Logic’s failsafe
from flying too far gone
Black and white make so little sense
What of all the beauty of gray?
Variations, completely atypical
revealed when focused upon
with eyes open and heart free.
from flying too far gone
Black and white make so little sense
What of all the beauty of gray?
Variations, completely atypical
revealed when focused upon
with eyes open and heart free.
Written by inechoingsilence
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