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of love of war

the staff of a prophet, seen
fairness not imagine, sings
shouting out, obscenity
recognized, yet

in search of fame, seeking stance
the moment arises, seek
of voice of power, godsend
renown supremacy, yet

prophet not acknowledged, kept
desire of a great life, sought
skill of voice, articulate
hardly ever, cheek

no longer free, famous self
seldom bite snarls dogma, link
of country of faith, kinship
all that’s true, fair play

desired fame acknowledged, pent
the home front, covetousness
war or peace love or hate, just
yelp puppy love, nice
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Penned on September 28, 2014!

Dedicated to my love: Leonardo DiCaprio

For how many years have I loved you
I think it has to be about eighteen
We were both so young in those days
But I still longed to be your queen
With each film I fell more in love
With each role you reminded 
"This is what true talent is made of"
Beautiful Leonardo
How keenly I feel
How much I love you
Probably too much, but still
You have shown true beauty
You have shown true grace
You're a perfect specimen
Of the human race
You are of the greatest actors 
Of this generation and more
For there will never be another
That I so much adore

They are not rich.
They have no car
They have no fat.
They have no dream.

They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.

They are struggling for existence.

They have not any exceed of life 
Which is poison

They live with their old parents.

They have innocent smile and intuition.

They created their poor house as rich home.

They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

___I'm glad you do___

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

In the history, those days won’t soon be forgotten
‘till this time, your words still worth a fortune
They will go nowhere; they will be with me forever
Those nights we shared, they will grow in me as ever.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

As ever, you're the light I use to see
You're my savior, the one that set me free
You're an angel, that angel at the fore
You're a heroine, that heroine of the war.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

You set me free and still stay by me
You let me feel… the fresh of where I be
You succor to the battle you do not begin
You let me live… though you do not commit a sin.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

You're my light, the one I use to see
You're my savior, the one that set me free
You're an angel, that angel I met at the shore
You're that queen, my queen for sure.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

I'm glad about what you do
You make my heart brand new.
I'm proud of you
I'm glad you do...


For:Cyndi MacMillan "HO HEY: WRITE ME A PUB SONG & RAISE THE ROOF!"
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Chorus
Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal dose
ever since it was confirmed I rose
my deep loving of her no one knows
the feeling, branching from the two grows
her quick flight after my shows create woes
until the next, my soul stands on toes.

1Even in her absence, she exist in real apparition
my quest for the very best is nothing but her creation
she’s always in the fore-front, my music the only rival
the heart recognizes nothing else until her arrival
dancing with great joy and so much grace she happily commits
her love and beauty’s aroma, through my lyrics I vomit
meeting her expectations is the peak of every moment
it's worth the risk to damn any caution of a divestment
pure in her charm, subtle in her reach to my inner love seat
exhibits total submission to my fame through every beat
behind this glory is a being confined in a one horse town
you can please enter through a thousand places and change its gown
shaking your flesh even in long dress still makes things happen
and making my intuition and inspiration stay sharpened
all my life I’ve been a panda lost in the Sahara
now have a transformed dwelling with many a Jacaranda
every live performance is a chance to act like her macho
an addition of her love, keeps my stream completely stable.
Containing her lack of attention, that I’m not capable.

Chorus
Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal dose
ever since it was confirmed I rose
my deep loving of her no one knows
the feeling, branching from the two grows
her quick flight after my shows create woes
until the next, my soul stands on toes.

2So broken and down, my face and voice were just the only hope
she appeared to this lazy engine like a needed tow rope
my television appearances cause huge street bonfires
ignoring her sweet tweets makes my heart and head connived liars
giving good entertainment but to all others I forfeit
every cell in me, focuses down on her from four feet up
moves come with the same wonder if her affection is pre-owned
such premonition endangers my emotions to be stoned.
Oh love, the abstract distance between us is a forgery
letting you go, makes my ego commit a deadly treachery
a response to my well rehearsed hi will append my blessings
an invite upstage to face other fans, hope it won’t offend.
Our jamming tearing eyes taking both souls to planet mars
looking for a way for both hearts, in need of an overpass.
taking a European tour, missing her becomes revealing
her clicks on social media makes the whole day sweet evening
adding her karaoke, my microphone accepts the magic
trying to follow her up, the boomerang becomes epic
as far as Russian hands, relocating the heart of a Scouse
my sounds, her dances have intrigued me to want to be her spouse.

Chorus
Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal dose
ever since it was confirmed I rose
my deep loving of her no one knows
the feeling, branching from the two grows
her quick flight after my shows create woes
until the next, my soul stands on toes.

Superman
My superman
 He doesn't wear a long red cape or fly in the air
 he can't kill off evil villains with the power of a single glare
 But what he does have is rare and cannot be seen
 I can't see no wrong in him, he's hardly ever mean
 He has a heart so pure and a charm so sweet I think he's heaven sent
 All the girls get googly eyes but they can't have my MrClark Kent
 But ladies don't be discourage there's a superman out there waiting for you
God will give a man that will change the world from the earth to the moon

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  

There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise.. An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri..everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only legacy was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
His wife had said work was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a bird dog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly, Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight 

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

"Your first poem was an 
excellent poem....you are 
welcome...." Commented 
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep 
poem....you are welcome 
to poetry soup..." That 
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched 
my heart in a special way 
with your poem.....your 
new friend Leonora 
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said 
kithinji and so many 
special poets.
Hearty words from these 
unique poets spurred me 
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven 
where feelings and 
emotions are expressed 
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave 
where different forms of 
knowledge are 
exchanged like two 
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to 
meet these dazzling 
gems radiating warmth 
like the sun-a privilege it 
is connect to parts of the 
planet.
I believe we all will meet 
someday,not in the after 
life.
Leonora Galinta is an 
angel to meet,whom I 
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on 
her delicate and graceful 
natureSee her graceful 
carriage, feel her gentle 
hands and smiles as she 
exudes sweetnessI pray 
hand of time will 
backwards when that 
day appears as we walk 
in the woods leading to 
silent deep blue sea with 
gentle breeze 
whispering.....A prolific 
writer as well.
PD will I meet 
someday,love her 
amiable nature,full of 
grace and charmA 
prolific poetess.
Skat is lovely with her 
immeasurable words of 
encouragement.
Kithinji will I love to 
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi, 
stroll with Joe, hv a hike 
with
Sibanda, dine with Ralph 
and you.
Saying hi and hugs to 
Paz Samelo.
Meeting the soupers is 
making a happy family.
   Am gliding like the 
eagle,soaring higher as 
the day pass by         
you soupers are my 
strength.








Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
(Baron Of Ebullion)

COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!




Johnny...those crystal blue eyes...have never lied!

The day a nation...fell in commotion...I nearly died!

Momma...dropped her pie...and Daddy...he just cried!

Johnny...you never lied...a velvet touch of hide!


Johnny...you're a...Satur-day...special!

The moment...you kicked your heels...was special!

The time you...skipped a rock...'cross three ponds...was special!

Johnny...you never lied...and to me...you're...always special!


Johnny...you got me in your hook...and...forever...in your book!

The twinkle in your eye...the tickets...they all...forsook!

A smile...a flash...a feint...and then...a clever crook!

Johnny...Football...you're my bible...and...then my book!


Johnny...when those velvet hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...is only mine...just...one-a-kind!

Beads and lockets...please...just...one last time!

Johnny...you never lied...wow...an all-time high!


Johnny...you'll...lite a nation...another...good 'ol time!

Johnny...you'll...lite my heart...just...one more time!


ALTERNATE:


Johnny...and when...your tired 'ol hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...you gave...only to me...was...just unkind!

The smile...in the locket...please...look...one last time!

Johnny...you lied...not I...but if you want...just...one more time?

~Her Kindness~ 
(A Rondine) 


Her kindness just touched all people on Earth 
Her beguile smile could light up a whole room 
She loved everyone we all did assume 
Much loved from the first moment of her birth 
More than we knew then she was by all worth 
Were all much mistaken with her wedded groom 
Her kindness just touched 

Much loved from the first moment of her birth 
Her life was cut so short, most tragic doom 
My eyes fill with tears when I see her tomb 
Remember always her beauty and mirth 
Her kindness just touched



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2012 


January.27.2015

Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain

The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more

My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away

A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed

My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of

I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen 
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.

in the dream I had 
many appeared
extras plenty
but loved ones too

all had seen
that same dream
but only one got it
others had no clue

Verse 1:
Don't be shy,
I just wanna spend some time,
Make you mine,
Make it right,
Don't need to worry,
Girl, no one will ever compare,
To you,

Chorus:
Girl, The moon is close tonight,
Mother nature's on my side,
Let the clock move slow all night,
Come chill with me tonight,

I said the dj's on my side,
And he's playing our song all night,
We can dance all through the night,
Come chill with me tonight,

Verse 2:
Listen to the night,
Listen to the moving of the trees,
Their talking to me,
Controlling me,
They make me move,
As I watch the movement of the 
moon,

Chorus:
The moon is close tonight,
And it's shining on so bright,
And our love is worth the fight,
Come chill with me tonight,

Girl, the party's off tonight,
And their playing the disco right,
And the club won't be jumping 
tonight,
Come chill with me tonight,

I said the dj's on my side,
And he's playing our song all night,
We can dance all through the night,
Come chill with me tonight...

~Tribute to Patrick Swayze: A Great Actor~
 (Swap Quatrain)


 He stole many hearts for long time
 In 'Dirty Dancing' have a good time.
 With 'North 'n South' I couldn't part
 For long time, he stole many hearts.

 We watched him dancing and fighting
 He was a great actor, amazing!
 I'm so sad, his passing is grim
 Dancing and fighting we watched him.

 Forever remember his name
 And roles he played well the same.
 He'll live in my heart I do swear
 His name I'll recall forever.

 Now he's at rest, left us too soon
 Will be missed now that he's gone.
 'Cause he was great,one of the best
 Left us too soon,now he's at rest.



 Dorian Petersen Potter
 ak ladydp2000
 Copyright@2009



August28.2017


Author's notes: 

Well, this  summer, is very sad  for sure.
 Another great star that leaves our stage.So sad!
 I won't say much,I can't right now,but that I loved
 Patrick Swayze very much.I liked him he was such a 
 great actor, gent and man in my opinion.He stole my 
 heart in many movies, like Ghost,Dirty Dancing, but
 especially in North and South.He shall be missed for 
 sure.I'll miss him and that beautiful smile and grin
 of his.No more suffering, he's sleeping now.
 R.I.PPatrick! 
I'll always love him and remember him in my heart,
and thoughts forever.

 
( August /19/1952 -  September/ 14/2009 )

How popular and loved are you? 
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,                                    
or those who give you hugs when they see you                     
              
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,         
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted                                               
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,                         
how many can you call when you out of bread,                             
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark                                              
How many who actually follow you in real life,                                 
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,                                                      
how many who whatsapp you, 
facebook you without seeing your status updates?                        
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive   
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb 
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that  describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today 
                                                              
Your friends used to be, 
are posting picture of their families, 
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,               
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,                     
how lonely can it get?                
How lonely are you?                          
Maybe you don't need any of that, 
maybe all you need is family love,  
I may not be the smartest, 

but I have shoulders to give, 
I have tissues to wipe away your tears, 
because I am your family.
we are here for you

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby..
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy..
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

to a sweet navel of glutinous oracle
sticks the fairytale makeup
because the model caressed the tree
since the model recognizes the apple
as the model eats the grass
a carrot from Hollywood paradise
a green salad with organic smelly

Your eyes, your smile
Your love and dedication
You are beautiful

Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary 
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
stolen energy

Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need 
I'll call upon my superhero's 
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.

There you are
On the other side of the window
You look sad and scared
Wondering where your son is about to go

You tell me you miss me
And that you want me home
Then you smile
And tell me how much my little brother has grown

We catch up on lost times
As fast as we can
Because we both know
We'll probably never see each other again

You start crying
And I can see
That deep inside you're dying
You're blaming yourself
For not being the best mom
And I tell you
It was my choice to do wrong

It hurts me to see you blaming yourself
Because I know that deep inside
You wish you could help
Because you already have one son gone
And you're about to lose another one

The only thing you want right now
Are your two oldest children
Back with their little brother
And home with their loving mother

It's about time for you to go
We sit in silence
Wishing that we were on the same side of the window
That we could hug for one last time
Before I get sent away for my crime

You put your hand to the glass
And I start crying
I've hurt so many people and this is the last
Because it's not worth watching my whole life go
Behind the window

It is your smile;
Staring at me at every mile
It speaks to me for a while
And tells me that you are mine

It is your love;
Stirring all kind of sensation like a seductive glove 
Warming my heart as though on a stove
And this realization out shines a swimming dove

It is you, my one and only
Your presence comforting and soothing beautifully
Adorned with virtues gracefully
And happy ever after we will live admirably

Villanelle: French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
  
     Dedicated to the great French actor, Off Course!

French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
Must you invite high breeds to the Hebrides
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!

Starved Loch Ness Monster kept well out of view
For this Gourmet eats even monster breeds
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe

Medieval monarchs gulped innerns – rest threw
To the serfs lords ladies dogs and hybrids
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!

French Gourmand let Scots talk their tartans through
Venison loins he carved out for his needs
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe

Goths Visigoths Vikings Normans or Dieu*
Falstaff nose and paunch hide much actor’s deeds
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!

Eiffel Tower Louvre Versailles nothing new
Mountain Man kept apart Scylla Charibdis
French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe
To maggis shellfish wine said: I love you!

•	Dieu: God, but French pronunciation, please!
He might take exception.

© TWignesan – Paris,  2015

HELLO
Hello.Adele, It,s me
Could you please stop calling me all the time
I don't know about England
But in USA that is a crime

Hello.Adele 
You're in California dreaming
About us from long ago
But right now I'm the beach 
With my new girlfriend in Trinidad and Tobago

I know you're sorry and you're missing me 
And you keep calling cause you're feeling sad
But if my girlfriend sees and gets your number 
She will call you and curse you up real bad

Hello from ste madeleine in trinidad
I'm standing by my front gate
I know you miss me and its breaking your heart 
I know you're sorry but its much to late
Much to late

Hello Adele !! Could you please stop calling
I'm at "NAZ CUISINE " in Corinth junction 
I'm with my girlfriend and we're celebrating
THE west indies beating England

Hello from Trinidad and Tobago
This long distance charge is very high
So I'm just calling you adele 
To tell you goodbye goodbye

You had your chance but you blew it
Now you want another chance at it 
But if you don't stop calling 
I will call the police then you will deal with it

Hello.adeleAre you still there
Did you understand what I'm trying to say
If you keep harassing me 
I will change my number today

Hello.adele ?..It,s me"Why are you calling
it,s so early in the morning it's only quarter to four
I know you,re heart broken and You're hurting
But you have to understand I don't love you anymore

I know its hard to get over me
When you remember how we use to be
When you Trimble in my arms
In the moment of our ecstasy

Hello.adele...You call about a thousand times
At least I know how many times you tried
But it's time to put down the phone
How many times must I say goodbye

Hello.Adele..My girlfriend wants to talk to you 
She said after all these years why you still want to talk about everything
She said "if time heals all pains 
Why you're not healing

Hello.adeleNow you,re gone and get my girlfriend mad
Don't you know "Trinidadian women don't like no woman calling their man
Now she gone to buy a plane ticket
To come and kick your A** in England

Hello from 2nd street in Trinidad
I try to stop youAdeleyes i tried
I'm sorry Adele.but im changing my number
So this our final goodbyegoodbye
Time to say goodbye

(pronounced mik-fad'-yen)



I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause nothing rhymes with "Macfadyen"