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abuse, grief, internet, rude, scary,
Beware of weirdos lurking the internet
Let them in your life at your own risk
It’s the playground of psychopaths
Wolves in sheep’s clothing
And social outcasts
Heed my words
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on October 21, 2018
animals, art, black african american, brother, business, computer-internet, cowboy-western, daughter, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, father, fear, food, children, funeral, history, hope, god, spring, water, god, spring, water,
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
caregiving, childhood, computer-internet, death, family, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, love, passion, people, philosophy, time,
Dear Soap Bubble,
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
adventure, computer-internet, death, fantasy, war,
A grotesque gamer gobbles gummies grunting gleefully at his game.
Sounds of slaughter spewing from the surround sound speakers.
The cunning commando combats a clearing 'cross countless cretins.
Validating his victory only after violently vanquishing the virtual villains.
art, black african american, childhood, computer-internet, death, food, funny, history, lost, lost,
God of light conquer my fear from within
An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth
Like a lost carriage we take our flight away
Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
We look humbly then often deeper then ever before
In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?
art, brother, business, computer-internet, death, faith, fear, funeral, funny,
We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil
We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion
A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim
Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
For the kingdom of God is at hand!
Through a choiced drama
Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!
computer-internet, confusion, dedication, depression, food, funeral, funny, loss, lost love, love, romance, sad, longing, art, art,
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more stormy and less temperate.
Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May,
And summer's temper hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot your sweat does shine,
And often is your beauty dimmed;
And every handsome man you do decline,
by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed.
Part 2 Variation
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art as stormy and as cold
And do leave me longing for May
And winter’s temper too long showed
Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY
art, black african american, childhood, computer-internet, death, dedication, faith, history, me,
When all of lifes moments come undone promise
In chasing after such a pipe dream
She then waited for me at ocean's side to hide
Inside alone wanting for warm words
To hide the pain to fan its flame yet still in the game
The interpretation of a dream
She waited inside for a kiss;
So very sorry that I had missed,
From a great distance the ocean waves sometimes
Draw back the curtains with a warm smile
The interpretation of a dream to walk the mile
The family was soon drawn together
She let me know how she felt inside,
On Summer's glade of twilight night
With lines drawn in the sand
Keep your slate clean when to understand
We each possess a certain quality.
childhood, computer-internet, death, dedication, faith, food, funny, evil,
Shades Of Grey
A peril of sort left my job moved up North
In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass
Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol
Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.
adventure, allegory, caregiving, computer-internet, confusion, death, health,
Soup tv, soup dot.com, soup everywhere. Nice spoon, no bowl. Talking weird
cause somethings are weird. Suddenly printer works...little else on me does...
there is no clue to my problem...well at least I got free tv for a day...only in
America- $4 for phone, $5 for TV, or get combo deal for $9!! It gets way weirder,
and it'll take some time to relate. Wow. bye, later, tom
business, caregiving, computer-internet, confusion, death, dedication, devotion
Let us take another road.
The boundary was not clear
between crime and pardon
between disease and murder.
The cleft in the ravines
had hidden the rifles and landmines
when we were busy in worshipping
the rock face with folded hands
to deliver us from fear and future.
There was no ending, no beginning
of disturbing the beehive
to drink the moon in night,
hear the blues of stars
and swim in dark light.
Where was the heaven ?
Enough of nothing was not something ?
The cure of curse was not in any hands,
polity of clouds was decaying very fast
they were raining fire on the grass.
computer-internet, death, devotion, passion,
if i'm watching a mango grow ripe
and i'm sucking on a pipe
if i was smoking crack and pot and as much as i've got
doesn't that make me a crack pot?
(c)copywrite 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
childhood, computer-internet, dedication, devotion, education, faith
You said you were grief,
the marbled tears will not flow.
Was it not much softer
to accept the life
as a design of death?
You needed the continuity of the sorrow.
Why were you seeking the ending ?
The visible effect was mirage,
the guilt of genocide.
We emptied our tatoos
on the road,
driving the emotions to insanity
Everything moved towards
the precipice, rejecting the sky.
Sorrow was part of joy, my adversary.
I wished to separate
the fear from the cells.
The pain of perennial setbacks chipped away the ladders.
I stood there at the level
of death, demanding rocks.
angst, brother, computer-internet, sorry, sympathy, wedding,
It all started with a single tear.
You might have been far from it,
You might have been near,
But tears turn to puddles fast,
Congregrating, to streams, at last,
From a multitude of streams, a river flows''
to a tidal bore
I DO MY DUTY,all zo
computer-internet, daughter, death, education, family, father, food,
She is yellow tonight, grinning
as she reflects the day. Her breath
Splashes against me, needles of silver
Inject my skin. Casting shadows and trapping thought,
in punctured sails.
Petals dissolve; gather as pulp at the base
Of my heart. Burgundy lines solid flesh.
Empty beats crackle and echo through
my hollow bones. Chalk that spends itself
in continual lines.
Thought, in tatters hanging from my brain,
Is dry. Scorched by the flickering tongue
Of the sun. Flames that fed on the fertile
Fabric, spun from raw emotion.
Devoured the spark,
animal, death, internet,
Barnaby the Koala was 70 years old.
He sat in a tree, and knowledge he sold.
Barnaby the Kolala was wise as can be.
His ways were particularly unique.
Barnaby the Koala's days were ending.
His last words: "My wise nature was always pretending".
Barnaby the Koala was a huge liar.
He looked on the internet for his "knowledge" he did aquire.