A form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of language.
I love the glitter and scrollworks, too.
A fine thank you card from friends like you.
May your holidays be full of all the season’s delight!
Merry Christmas
On red sleigh flight
My deepest gratitude for all
you’ve done… Bless you!
always: You’re awesome, Sun!
Author’s note: This is the first time I used the blockquote feature for the messages contained inside this Christmas card and kept end rhyme as usual for these couplets.
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Happy ‘Fog-Day’, today: Lots of white cloudy, day!
No more sunshine for ‘FB’: Happy Birthday, to me!
How old can this get? To rant and rave, fret…
I won’t stop for nothing, until justice ‘THEY’ bring!
A recession today, for the U. S. of A!
Filed a claim through EDD: As a last hope for me!
I’m still in the hole: Thank Pete and pals mole!
Can’t help you! Dear ‘Sweetie! Love’s gone can’t you see!
Authors’ note: Two versions based on the melody to ‘Happy Birthday’.
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Been sick and tired the past few days,
Two days for Old Maw in hospital ways.
Allergic reaction, heart felt too.
Nothing but sniffling, I love you.
Angel Josie and her figurine
A note of get well, a happy scene
Unlike the twit and turd so afar
Ignore the in-laws, their faking scar.
Been sick and tired the past few days,
Waiting for nothing but vile banker ways.
Hating fat man Pete and his cronies swoon
Dark-skinned pirates to oil-based tune.
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As it stands, no word from ‘Pete’.
‘Oh, the Banjo’ and the burning ‘Bush’!
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
I cannot get through to EDD.
The lines are always busy.
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
I cannot find temporary job.
‘One Apple’ took a bite out of me.
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
The collection agencies call.
The BANKERS will not REPAY moi from now until 01/20/2009.
I no longer stand but fall on hard times.
I hate you Pete! WTF!???
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With a STROKE of her sword, the ‘Gignat’ fell
From grace of migranes and seizure spell!
Swollen right eye, a lawyer’s stress
No more frolicking in her yellow dress
Gone are the days of being on top
I made my list and have not forgot!
Remember sticking your butt in my face?
I’ve sent my messages through time and space.
She had to fall for her mother ‘Glogre’ sins
Grandpa’s knife and complaining kins
Disowned mother was sent far away!
Fake hugs and kisses, angels astray.
Shall I tell the world of your offense?
For sitting on sharpened, wooden fence?
That was a WARNING! Stop bragging on top!
I’m watching closely as a hidden ‘cop’.
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Testing sticky post.
Who has the most?
Me! I will boast!
Drink up, first toast.
Posts are not static.
Pages are erratic.
Short and sweet:
Keep it neat!
Say what you mean,
Mean what you say.
Be clean, not mean,
And play. Don’t stray.
Read more about me,
He, she, it or them.
Truths agree,
But lies condemn.
Sticky, posting,
Ranting more.
Picky hosting,
Time to snore.
Goodnight.
Author’s note: Just testing this sticky post and decided to create a short ‘poem’.
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As per Grandma Valeriana to her children and via Maw:
‘Turn your eyes away. Don’t look at them’.
Whenever you see someone possess something better than you,
don’t let jealousy set into your hearts.
Instead gaze downward and walk away.
Whenever you see something wrong with the other person,
don’t let hatred cloud your judgment.
Instead say nothing at all and pray.
Whenever you see anyone doing harm to self or others,
don’t let anger take over your soul.
Instead listen well and say:
I love you. ♥
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G-d dammit, ‘Pete’! Why do you cheat?
‘Oh!’ I said. ‘Be nice’ he said.
I’m working hard – his pyramid card.
Reptoids everywhere! Level and square!
Bad associations: freedom foundations.
Libya, Samoa, Iran, Iraq;
Paying off the lawyers’ back;
Scotland and England, New Zealand, too;
Dispositions rising and BK sue.
China, Hawaii, Japan, The Hague;
Nothing like deceitful, lying vague.
Indonesia, Bahrain and Mali, too;
Dagon it, ‘Pete’! Your Nigerian crew!
The list goes on… Nobody will hear.
Gun toting citizens to secession’s cheer!
Alas, the pawns smell like sewer rats.
Selling their lands with earmark fats!
Author’s note: I cannot seem to rhyme well nowadays. But there is more truth out there than the players are willing to disclose to the scrutiny of the public and by the well-paid, spin doctors of the media.
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Knife through our hearts, sound like they’re smart;
Blame their in-laws, misdeeds and flaws;
Throwing their darts, high heavens like fart.
Defend worldviews; smoke, gamble, booze;
Twist and turning; burn not learning;
Rant and raving; crave not saving.
B@$to$ B@t@ng@$ – the territorial kinds!
Continue on with your high-brow blinds!
You cannot suppress the ones with minds~
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Friends from high places
Friends from low spaces
And everyone else in between
Who is on my side?
The ones that chide,?
Those with pride
Or having died
Not knowing love?
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Received the red onyx of hand-held size;
As large as my heart of closed fist prize.
Open and closed; the lid like a mouth;
Thinking of my friend located due south.
It’s past 03:30AM and couldn’t sleep.
Tummy still aching from relative creeps!
Placed my left palm upon the cool rocky lid;
Connected to earth, underground; buzzed it did!
Author’s note: I guessed this evening that my surprise package contained something in orange color. I shook it up and down to get a feel and guessed incorrectly about it being the height of a salt lamp. But at least I got the color correct. It will be used to store my fake blings. Thanks.
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Crucifying them! Crucifying them! For not going our way!
Cousins and uncles and aunties to us betray!
In-laws are considered outsiders at best.
Fledglings like us have left their hive’s nest.
Crucifying them! Crucifying them! For not being like us!
Unwilling were they for calm, rational discuss.
A sad discovery of ‘BLOOD ONLY’ kinfolks;
Being nice to us clueless was only a hoax.
(Created ‘Crucify Nice’ on Sunday, July 06, 2008 12:06:49 PM)
Separate ways are the modern trend.
When unity of people comes to an end;
For family units and former friends;
No get together or relatives spend.
What will it take to make them go away?
Where sentiments run high and gossips stray?
Who will be the savior of humor and fun;
Of goodwill instead of hiding to run?
I am saddened that each has its own.
The old ones forget the children are grown.
Defrauded to move on with their lives;
Fallen angels and their mindset hives.
To create chaos out of nothing at all;
The fools believe in standing tall;
And worry without care to those who hurt;
Leaving behind laughter and bloodied dirt.
(Created ‘Separate Ways’ on Friday, June 27, 2008 4:05:51 PM)
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