To ‘Shrimpsei’ and his disingenuous forums:
It’s about those Moronic quorums.
Google ‘Pete’ and his last name of kin —
The Fiji author of my video, upload grin.
TPTB are pissing me off!
Laughing and spitting with their cough
Related to each other, interbreeding kinds
He too is responsible for reading our minds.
Hey! It’s a short poem ranting about unfinished business.
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Pete’s stupid project – great honor delays
Warrior felon – an islander plays
His constant lying and cheating to us
A banker’s folly – more snags, hissing cuss
The voice of a frog and fat like a toad
Worldwide connection, their Masonic code
Woe the world, His kingdom come
My Anger-geddon blasts greediness scum
A poem of eight lines with AB end rhymes.
Author’s note: Well, the time is past 01:39AM on Saturday, 01/05/2008. And after zapping my worries away and shocking my system awake, I decided to play around with the presentation of my blogsite from blue to brown. I couldn’t get my customized CSS to make my blogsite work as before and decided to go with the default of larger fonts with more bar items which I feel are too spaced far apart. As some of you may know, this particular poem mixes unfinished business with impatient spiritualism.
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Right shoulder is shot from sleeping a lot.
Rusty hinges pop, snap, crackle and flop
Lifeless. With tingling, angered nerves mingling
To deck my clenched jaws with its unseen laws —
To attack my neck and leaving a wreck —
An energy drain from overwork sprain.
Gave them my right arm with credit card charm
As their right hand fan of Dark masters’ clan
From the beginning of my birth spinning
To carry the weight with angelic trait
Shots through the heart as trusted friends part
Their separate ways towards better days
Author’s note: A poem (of two, six-lined stanzas with ten syllables with internal and external rhymes per lines) about being tired from cleaning the windows and blinds on Sun. 9/23/07 and Mon. 09/24/07 – inside and out and about sick from waiting patiently — for nothing! Reminded me of having profound weakness of whole arm last year, too.
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Why you deny us three times, Pete?
You sold us out with vile deceit.
No score and seven years, you cheat!
You made us wait by gnashing teeth.
Fed up nails pierced our hands and feet.
You crowned our minds with thorn-filled beat.
Our ‘ragging’ thought is your defeat.
We sold your soul to hell bound heat.
A poem testifying of eight lines with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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Red Van:
A dirty red van almost hit us.
Lost behind a big rig? I guess!
Pulled out upon our progress
Stopped to our right before a mess
All three of us were under stress,
Followed us one-quarter mile, yes
Slow down to see license plate press
Shall I follow him to impress?
Hawaiian islands sticker plus
American flag sticker dress
His exit left, us right digress
Big Rig:
A big rig truck pulls out like bus
Near Chevron gas station profess
Slows us down in tight fisted cuss
Utility Truck:
Another right – a red cone puss
Behind left rear taillight by wus
PG&E blue truck transgress
Parked Vehicle:
Another rumbling engine plus
Around dinner times exit thus
Sounds like a Mustang nonetheless
Four more ‘neighborly’ occurrences today around 01:45PM to 01:55PM.
Author’s note: Our Mercedes-Benz E430 has that standard GPS system installed. That should tell them where we are located each time we use that particular vehicle.
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A final poem in response to a poem entitled ‘A Rushing Back’ by a ‘JB’.
I flushed you back to your watery ways.
Love is greater than whatever I paid.
I failed to continue. I was afraid.
Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
I could not express my truth. As I gaze
into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
The event horizon has become my shade
against the darkness in the coming days.
Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
my thought of being alone has fled away.
I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
and found your reality in my mind.
My thoughts of you were never far behind.
Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
Our true love has been compliantly blind.
Two poems of Italian octaves with ten syllables.
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A Rushing Back
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
It’s been a while since I’ve
felt your touch —
heard your voice —
saw your smile.
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
I thought it was real.
I thought it was you —
holding onto me so tight.
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
Please don’t wake me!
I’m finally alive again
I need you– don’t go
you feel so real
you feel so right
oh baby it’s got to be true
cause in my dreams
I’m rushing back to you.
Please don’t wake me…
In my dreams I am alive again.
I feel your touch.
I hear your voice.
I taste your smile.
It’s seems so right.
It feels so real. It’s got to be true….
because…. in my dreams
I’m rushing back to you
A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’
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A thirteenth poem to JB of Florida in response to five more poems of his to me…
Who is that fine guy with softest brown eyes?
Through the windows of his soul, she could see.
True love pulls into the driveway at night.
New hopes arise where parking is free.
What has she done for him to thank her more?
Gut feelings allowed her belief in him.
Cut to the chase with a place in his heart.
But the price is going out on a limb.
When did they first meet as good friends online?
Pen for poems and flowers for her worked.
Amen to both hearts as the busy days
begins to grow, learn and heal where love lurked.
Where is his woman? He prayed to the Lord.
There she is waiting for him to come and
share what lovers do under the covers.
Prepare the handmaid with His guiding hand.
Why live alone without the love from a
guy who serves an unknown purpose? And yet
by being open and honest he will
try to love his woman with no regrets.
How is this project a worthy new phase?
Now is a new time of planting His seeds.
Plow through the high walls that set us apart.
Vow to start together with loving needs.
First attempt at combining lento and five W’s (with a ‘How’ question)…
P.S. I know you people are gauging my reaction to daily events… psyche!
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God give me more love
for my tender wife Cecil.
Give me patience that lovers keep.
Give me strength to love when sad.
Give me happiness over sorrow.
God give me the will
never to disappoint her.
Give me the skills I need
to earn for her the happiness she deserves.
Give me the charms to delight her body,
enlighten me to stir her soul.
Lord Jesus give me
the love of Cecil
and I’ll ask you
for nothing more.
A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’
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We started out as flirting friends
And got to know each others hearts
Helped each others pain to mend
The love that grew overwhelmed me
Still amazes me when I consider it
No matter how busy my day may get
I think of you but for a moment and
Love for you overwhelms me
A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’
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A poem from a JB to Flynn.
The time we’re together is special and sweet
My heart skips and jumps
Each time we both chat online.
Your eyes like the oceans,
Your lips like a rose,
Your beauty is forever,
It always shows.
Our love growing stronger,
Each night and each day
Together forever,
Is where we will stay
Author’s note: A discovery made around 04:22PM (Pacific Time) on Saturday, 06/16/2007 from my one of my many Yahoo! Messenger archives with date stamps between 11:44:22 AM and 11:47:15 AM.
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Begone! Oh, Love from my cold heart.
Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.
Smile of beauty sweetly betrayed.
Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.
Charm by magic crossly cheated.
Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.
A thief of hearts bravely deceived.
Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.
Men for love or money entrapped.
Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.
First attempt at ghazal and dark (with of fine example of being damned)…
Author’s personal note: I still HATE you all!
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