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This poem is about Gossip
Far too many twists and turns
the sewage system burns and burns
From everywhere it flows anf flows
And goes where ever sewage goes
Gaping mouths spill ugly slosh
From the poor and from the posh
Beauty now is shown defiled
As the crap flows on for miles
It dirties all along the way
And sticks, collects, wont wash away
Befowling pure and virgin lands
staining pure and softest hands
They cannot hide its rancid scent
The smell remains, more waste is scent
It all collects and grows and grows
Pipes creaking, they increase their flows
And in one vat they light a fire
send it through a purifier
Filter till its water fit
And then they drink down all their sh**t
This is a random poem
I dont feel a strong sense of self but a strong sense of the rules
I know not what I want
but what others want of me
Indecisive, I sit and wait
I curl in fetal position
Hiding between crossed arms and sideways glances
Shrinking slowly, my voice extinguished
Laughter left behind a door
Pour myself into a measuring cup and come up short
Theres always another expectation and a huge misconception
I love to nurture whats been made
But am tempted to shout in RED letters
"I am just like everyone else"
Another random poem
With delicate fingers she wrapped my heart in a warm wool sweater
which was scented with lilacs and rose
then tied it with a pink satin ribbon
she kissed it thousands of times
and nurtured it well as I grew
A large part of the heart
that she so long has cared for
will always be inscribed with her name
Mother
More and more poetry and stories
An old women who was always poor died
she went to Heaven and found a large bag of gold with her name on it
Beside the bag was a bottle of tears so humungous
that it could have been an ocean
The lady learned that the bottle belonged to God
She asked God why they were there
He said, "For all the times you shortchanged yourself"
God grant me peace
I am asking you for peace
I am asking you to wrap your hands around me and give me peace
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
Let me sleep tonight in the calmness that peace brings
Let my soul be light with the song that peace sings
Let my heart rise and fly on peace's feathery wings
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
Let the storm in my eyes find its peace
Let the fire in my heart find peace
Let the green in my soul rest in peace
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
God grant me peace
I am asking you for peace
I am asking you to wrap your hands around me and give me peace
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
Something for certain
The nightengale will look the tiger in the eye
And sit on his head like a funny hat
The snake will bellydance all they way to Asia
and the elephant will tiptoe around him
The flamingo will become a vegetartian
And all the little shrimps that it isn't eating
will synchronize swim up the river
in a picture of Oprah Winfreys head
And everyone one will think that this poem is very weird
But what can I say?
Somethings are for certain!
Far too many twists and turns
the sewage system burns and burns
From everywhere it flows anf flows
And goes where ever sewage goes
Gaping mouths spill ugly slosh
From the poor and from the posh
Beauty now is shown defiled
As the crap flows on for miles
It dirties all along the way
And sticks, collects, wont wash away
Befowling pure and virgin lands
staining pure and softest hands
They cannot hide its rancid scent
The smell remains, more waste is scent
It all collects and grows and grows
Pipes creaking, they increase their flows
And in one vat they light a fire
send it through a purifier
Filter till its water fit
And then they drink down all their sh**t
This is a random poem
I dont feel a strong sense of self but a strong sense of the rules
I know not what I want
but what others want of me
Indecisive, I sit and wait
I curl in fetal position
Hiding between crossed arms and sideways glances
Shrinking slowly, my voice extinguished
Laughter left behind a door
Pour myself into a measuring cup and come up short
Theres always another expectation and a huge misconception
I love to nurture whats been made
But am tempted to shout in RED letters
"I am just like everyone else"
Another random poem
With delicate fingers she wrapped my heart in a warm wool sweater
which was scented with lilacs and rose
then tied it with a pink satin ribbon
she kissed it thousands of times
and nurtured it well as I grew
A large part of the heart
that she so long has cared for
will always be inscribed with her name
Mother
More and more poetry and stories
An old women who was always poor died
she went to Heaven and found a large bag of gold with her name on it
Beside the bag was a bottle of tears so humungous
that it could have been an ocean
The lady learned that the bottle belonged to God
She asked God why they were there
He said, "For all the times you shortchanged yourself"
God grant me peace
I am asking you for peace
I am asking you to wrap your hands around me and give me peace
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
Let me sleep tonight in the calmness that peace brings
Let my soul be light with the song that peace sings
Let my heart rise and fly on peace's feathery wings
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
Let the storm in my eyes find its peace
Let the fire in my heart find peace
Let the green in my soul rest in peace
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
God grant me peace
I am asking you for peace
I am asking you to wrap your hands around me and give me peace
sweet sweet peace
sweet sweet peace
Something for certain
The nightengale will look the tiger in the eye
And sit on his head like a funny hat
The snake will bellydance all they way to Asia
and the elephant will tiptoe around him
The flamingo will become a vegetartian
And all the little shrimps that it isn't eating
will synchronize swim up the river
in a picture of Oprah Winfreys head
And everyone one will think that this poem is very weird
But what can I say?
Somethings are for certain!