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by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: courage, for teens, heart, literature, magic, me, music, mythology, peace, scary, writing,

Jimmi cannibis

Jimmi cannabis sweeps,

toward deepening feet,

doesn't call a river to wash me out of the Sea,

I’m deepening the beat...

Jimmi Cannibis leaks-
lie’s of the beast,

jumps out a door when you can’t feel my heat,

wait in the warrior horde if you’d love to hear me speak,

and adore the geeks,

streaking like tweets-

lessoning like the little,

blessings by an unholy fiddle,

crosses to manage the middle,

oh yes,
danger could be yours too ya widow...




by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: love, kiss,

A Kiss of Sunshine

A kiss of sunshine, what a happy thought.
Translated it can be in many ways.
Quite obvious the ray that brings the rainbow,
After it has rained for dreary days.

A kind word can be a kiss of sunshine
For someone whom you know is feeling blue.
And if you spread sunshiny kisses freely,
You will soon find them coming back to you.

A kiss that is some sunshine for the soul
Is given from a love with pure intent
Such as a mother gives her sleeping child,
While rocking him in wholesome sweet content.

A kiss of sunshine sent out once a day
Can banish every gathering dark cloud.
So scatter these warm kisses while you may
And horde as many as you are allowed.



by Jeremy Street |
Categories: art, love,

Someone Call Up Wang Chang And His Brother Tang

Houston, We've Got A Thang....
Bang Bang, Rush It Through The House
Where's My Butt Hole Mouse ? How Mow Brown Cow
Black Cinderella, With Her Tic Track Fella Singing Acappella
Do We Have An Accord Take It To The Board I'll Be Your Lord Horde
Miss Piggy And His Ziggy, Stardust She's A Must With This Bust Bed Time 
Red Line Where's My *uckin Mouse Chorus Boris Blue Light Tender Thighs United Lies.

by Laura Leiser |
Categories: conflict,

Conceited Love

What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.



Written on 3/28/2017


by Abed Anthony |
Categories: society,

Society is now one

Society is now one
	
Polished horde,
Formed of two mighty
	The two tribes,
The bores and the bored!

Don’t do!
Just even try to do!
You’re mine as am yours!

We are two
In one of ours!

Love forever
Like of doven love!
One dies one not marry!

Don’t bore me my only one!!!
It is where you are as I speculate my ideas

by Swairik Das |
Categories: depression, loss, lost love, sadlost, lost,

Cursed

I lost my mien I lost my unity
To the shadow of tartarus 
Abided by the doom of iniquity
To the horde of vicious
Ached by the blamed chastity 
To the blood of befouled gravitas.

I lost my alias I lost my faith
To the detainment of my goof
Abetted by the aphotic myth
To the trait lacked in proof
Copped by the dummy world so lyth
To the wraiths of swallowed truth.

I lost my anima I lost my chaste
To the roguish sprite
Plied by paroles jest
To the hearsays that parroted bright
Retained by the sight lest
Where I lost my being I lost ardor ignite. 


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by James Long |
Categories: inspirational

~ (~) ~ Love is An Opportunity (Nonet #2) ~ (~) ~

Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes. Love is an opportunity. Time shared is never waisted. Open minds willing know. Death follows us all. Hope cries out loud. "Share it all!" "Horde not." "Love!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xLdpM01inM

by MC MC |
Categories: inspirationaldark, dark, power,

"Hold Onto Our Spirit-Gift Helmet"

 


            "Hold Onto Our Spirit-Gift Helmet"
            A spirit-gift helmet is in our mind
                placed there by Our Only Lord
                     never let go nor give-in - 
                        to the Devil's Horde
              tis not The Lord we must beware
              regarding Salvation way up there
             tis the Dark Prince and power of air
                 No longer fear the One we love
             for He does not wish for our despair
              tis the Dark Prince and power of air             

               Glory in Our Union with Our Lord  
                   

                        Copyright Mccuen 2008

by James Long |
Categories: inspirational

~ Love is An Opportunity (Nonet #2) ~

Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes. Love is an opportunity. Time shared is never waisted. Open minds willing know death follows us all. Hope cries out loud. "Share it all!" "Horde not." "Love!" Author notes
Nonet The nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second eight and so forth until the last line closes with one syllable. The subject can be anything the poet wishes and there is no mandatory rhyme scheme.

by James Horn |
Categories: religious,

Poetry Is Medicine

Poetry is medicine that was planted in the minds of us poets by none other than God Himself. Share that medicine and God is satisfied. Horde it for your own personal pleasure and you have created a selfish sin. For me to be a God beyond compare, all of my love you must learn to share and with all of your great ability, write poems on pages so others can see. There may be times of dismay, so you should write a poem each day which will help them up when they may fall and you have to be listening to hear God's call.

by James Long |
Categories: inspirational

~ (~) ~ Love is an Opportunity (Nonet #2) ~ (~) ~

Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes. Love is an opportunity. Time shared is never waisted. Open minds willing know death follows us all. Hope cries out loud. "Share it all!" "Horde not." "Love!" The nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second eight and so forth until the last line closes with one syllable. The subject can be anything the poet wishes and there is no mandatory rhyme scheme. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEub8DeD7wg&feature=related

by James Long |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 9th grade,

A Universal Nonet Palindrome Pure And Wanton And Free

"Dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes!"
"Love is pure and wanton and free!"  
"Time shared is never wasted!" 
"Time is "Open" fleeting!"
"Death follows us all!"
"God sings cries out!"
"Share this hope!" 
"Horde not!" 
"Love!" 
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"Love!" 
"Horde not!" 
"Share this hope!" 
"God sings cries out!" 
"Death follows us all!"  
"Time is "Open" fleeting!" 
"Time shared is never wasted!" 
"Love is pure and wanton and free!" 
"Dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes!"

by Eric Ashford |
Categories: poetry,

Things Found in a Dragons Nest


Teddy bear regrets left out in the rain for good. All that collects in a corner of a neglected home. A father’s tobacco tin where a Swiss army knife cut itself while dreaming. A novelty pen that when you turned it upside down, clothes fall off a lady inside it. A chrome implement for opening cans of worms. Found materials for building fledgling affairs. Old love-letters masquerading as moths. The dragon accumulates, it’s nest is a horde of collateral waste, but like all those of its kind it loves the lost, as I do.