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'The Supreme Sensations'

Spaghetti: "I'm the one that wiggles into the salads. When they
eat me, they really feel full.

Tomato " Spaghetti, I may be chubby, but I do shine here with
my friend lettuce, giving a lot of coloring to a delicious
salad".

Carrot "I really catch up on the orange color, but celery
adds some extra flavors when we join together".

Lettuce " My designed leaves add beauty to salads with all the
decorations".

Onions " I'm not favored in many salads, but along with a red
pepper we can really spice them up."

Celery "Many like to chop me up and dip me in a creamy sauce."

Pasta "My body has so many forms, curls, cylinders, oval faces in
between. When I enter the beauty salon, they soften me up
and then I can fill up a banquet..."

Potatoes "Well I make a match with most anything, yet when I
get mashed, I can really comfort hard eggs all together"

Eggs "After they boil me they can cut me into slices or ground
me down to fill in several salads".

Strawberry "I am usually the top of the iceberg, giving that
ultimate finishing".
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Posted: Feb 4
About this poem:
Who does not like a good made salad? Hope this humors up your day!
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Driving Down The Highway

Driving down the highway
Double yellow tracks, neither ends
The deserted landfill's flatness
Makes vegetation no mends
Faraway the mountain madness
Reaches hands to sadness
Loneliness takes over my thoughts
Lost behind were all friends
No dreams to conquer lots
No love to hug nightspots
Driving down the highway
Scenery of gray-bluish sky
The air flows evenly
Its aroma of an air-dry
Memories come peacefully
An atmosphere so wheezily
Deep inside, my heart beats
Yet it has no musical frequency
Life reveals its cheats
Those that stab you bleats
Driving down the highway
Speeding at times non-stop
To relentless brain fogs
No fragrance to smell crop
In this outpouring travelogs
Stretching at times your backlogs
To accommodate your seat
Can't heal the pain of the monologues
Triggers profound deceit
To an outpouring tear defeat
Driving down the highway
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Posted: Jan 17
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Israelis122

Your American Dream Was Stolen From You!

1. To all Americans and Foreigners
that had experienced U.S. Police Officers
stealing your own personal property from you
that went back starting too many decades ago,
and there was no proof of evidence
of criminal activity.
Write a book about it.

2. To you foreign-American diesel truck drivers
that had all your hard earned money
stolen from you by a Florida Highway Police Offices.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

3. Crooked High Way state patrol police officers
had been known decades ago for planting
drugs on the general public just to build a court case
against people.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

4. Don't be afraid to continue to live your hopes
and dreams if you live in America.
They have a Law Against Racism in China
and a law against stealing.
No country is as safe as Japan as what their internet web page said.



5. For you citizens foreign and American in the U.S.
if you have proof of evidence of what U.S. Policers Officers
had done you wrong in other words if you have
proof of evidence of Police Officers Mis-Conduct.
Write a book about it.

6. In the United States we have too many racist police officers
and too many racist judges that will side with
these racist police officers.
Something like this you should email your local news station.
Not just one but all of them.
Only if U have proof of evidence.
Write a book about it.

7. In past accounts here in the United States
I had experienced Chinese and Japanese
and others nations of peoples
complain to me about Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan
Police Officers.
Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan Racism are the main headers
and guiders of all racism being started and kept
alive in the U.S.



Foreign People have a way of either softening or hardening
the heart of their governments either for or to go against the
United States.
This will take time as their foreign-countries collect U.S.A.
news paper articles that show real proof of evidence.
Racism done to any people is a crime in and of itself.
U.S. Racist Police Officers Using black Americans and Muslims
as their target practice is wrong to.




The Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan FBI Kills Muslim Leader
years ago.
This is a very fast way to break a peace with other nations
United States!



Lots of our Muslim Neighbors are flocking more to China
instead of the U.S.A.

United States you had better be careful China and Japan
are gaining more nations little by little
to join their Military Super Power.
Outside of the U.S.A. to racism in any form
that ranges from A to Z isn't welcome to their countries.
China already has the Taliban and Islam.

As alcohol impairs a persons judgement to operate
a motor vehicle so does Hitler Racism impairs a police
officers judgement to operate his commonsense in his mind.
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Posted: Feb 2
About this poem:
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ReaderOfSouls

The Little House That Grew Into A Home

Pen me a future, pen me a life,
Write about cowboys, a man and a wife,
Make her a "looker" who's all "can do",
Build him rugged, with "want to".

Give me a family with lots of stay
That'll sure enough tough it- not move away
Cut out a herd for them to graze,
Manage this ranch in holistic ways.

Hang family pictures upon the wall
And sweat stained Stetsons in the hall,
Round-up boys with guns and knives
Show 'em the Lord to run their lives.

Move giggling girls in upstairs
Let them play dress-up and put on airs,
Then ride bareback in the rain
Racing up and down the lane.

Paint me white and trim me blue
Fix my roof and windows too
Ring a bell at dinner time,
Hang a rope for kids to climb.

Tend my garden, make it grow
Mount solar and watch me glow
Fence the yard and mow the grass,
Wave to neighbors as they pass.

Clutter my backroom with cowboy tack
A freezer of beef and spuds in a sack,
Add the smell of coffee perks
Line my shelves with classic works.

Fill me up with Christmas cheer
Pop a cork to start the year,
Ride a toboggan down my hill,
Drink hot cocoa to fight the chill.

Throw a party for the thrill of it
Gather friends, turn beef on a spit,
Choose pie or cake to top your plate,
Oh, such fun! I can hardly wait!

Tune a fiddle and start the dance
Then I'll have had another chance,
You'll then have your cowboy poem,
The Little House That Grew Into A Home.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
What fills a home. Mary asked me to post this for her.
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Simply a Flower

Please do not let your flowers be parched
These beautiful beauties have their distinctive characteristic in nature
Orchids can live up to 20 years, despite their difficulty of maintenance
The presence of them brings peace, bringing us closer to the divine.
Their majestic hues represent a multitude of things.
Purple is a color that is associated with dignity, admiration, and wealth.
Red is a symbol of love, passion, desire, and strength.
Friendship, grace, and joy are all associated with the color pink.
The blue-colored one is the rarest.
Difficult to achieve, but simply beautiful.
At the time of the Renaissance
The columbines had a connection with
The Holy Spirit and the Sorrows
Of The Virgin Mary
Also functions as a sign of
Fortitude, courage and endurance
Their bell-like shape can be seen dangling
They are unique in their own way.
Almost any color can be seen in their blooms
Peristia was frequently referred to
Like the dove orchid
Flowers with an intense marble
White color and purple spots
In the scriptures, the term flower
Is mentioned more that a hundred times
Specific types like Rose of Sharon,
Rose, and Lily of the Valley
These wild flowers were present
In Jesus's Sermon on the Mount
Still growing wild near the lake of Galilee
When orchids disappear
It is said to be a red flag
To an entire ecosystem
And endangers other plants and animals
You're familiar with the flower of Jesus?
The Passion flower
Scourging, crowning with thorns
What flower means heaven?
The iris flower
Goes back to Ancient Greece
It was the link between heaven and earth
The daffodil, beauty within
They are downwardly inclined flowers
Often associated with the resurrection
And the hope of new life
The flower of healing?
The lavender with its enthralling
Blue-violet hue revers
Healing, strength, and resilience
Cornflower, this dainty blue bloom
Holds a special meaning, blessing
Never ending beauties from our Creator
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Posted: Jan 26
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daradloff

Texas Roadhouse

This place is packed!
People waiting outside in the cold
People waiting inside stacked
This overcrowding is getting old!
Then my name is called out
I got a table
It's hard to hear as the people shout
I hope my waiter is able
We get the chicken fried steak
Cinnamon butter roll
Seems someone made a mistake
Taking home peanuts and more rolls was my goal
Seems the waiter is too busy with many other tables to serve
I play my trivia game and electronic golf on the table device
I just didn't have the nerve
I should have asked for more than rice
So I'll go home
Next week I'll be back
To Texas Roadhouse I will roam
To get the cheesy fries and the big ol' brownie I lack
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Posted: Jan 28
About this poem:
Using 50 dollars of gift cards, so the meal was free, next week I'll have seven dollars to put towards the next bill.
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lovecanbereal

Polar Bear

You may see him standing,
In the white glare of the Sunlight,
On wind-blasted panes of ice;-

A Winters' Sea compressed,
To float across the salty emptyness.

Now the Bear stands as a symbol;-
As solar light returns to white;-

Above a lattice artifice,
A crazed and crumbling edifice;-
The ice floes crashing to the sea,
From all the melting glaciers.


© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Nov 22
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Mizzy4

Mother Nature Speaks.

Lush forest trees are hacked down every day,
For human gain that shows me disrespect,
But toxic mindsets have a price to pay,
When climate change disasters take effect.

With soaring carbon gasses on the rise,
My tears fall on the earth as acid rain,
Loud storms on swelling oceans are my cries,
Wild forest fires my raging, burning pain.

It's not too late for man to save the globe,
But mankind is a greedy, selfish beast,
Reluctant when there's remedies to probe,
Before the population lies deceased.

The warnings that I give your world Take Heed !
My name is Mother Nature, yours is Greed.
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Posted: Sep 27
About this poem:
Mother Nature is unsettled.
Is the world in disbelief ?
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salamuna

To Flying Dutchman

Rain and wind in my face,
Thunder above the masts.
You happened to me
Like a storm to a ship.
I don't know what comes next...

Will I be broken by grief,
Or will I dissolve in my life.
I'm both scared and happy,
Like that ship,
Which is still alive

I don't have any regret
We have suddenly met
You was my best mistake
And I'm not afraid
To lose you now
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Posted: Jan 23
About this poem:
One more last 15 minutes of fame for Flying Dutchman
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Angeldancer

Pipe Dreams Woven

Golden letters swirl along, their magickal energies mingling
Dancing, twirling, pirouetting to the piper's melodies
On the breath of air that captivating one poised quill
Of the wordsmith as it stands poignantly to attention
Language clear and consicely woven to their new ability
Words weighted and whispers yearning to be heard
A sound that is half-spoken, softly sung, knowing that
What's been written has been done to the extremes of
The quill that screams as it stresses the powerful strain
Of Magic within its power, and all it needs is a finishing touch
Where the rhymes can speak for themselves, emphasizing, Hot
Too much?

As the piper concludes his Scottish tracks,
The words form a message saying 'God has got your back'
Diplomacy in the art of tact, security in knowing that
Mingling energies coinsided, work together, not trying to hide it
The words themselves know what to do, its about piecing together
Chips and part of the puzzles that fall on through
But as the feathered quill darts and trusts in the innate gift
That doesn't collect more dust, the enigmatic inspiration of
Introspection that pours through this stanza thus, has
Powered many that drink the potions of collected lust
And by the darkness of the sky itself, the piper has laid down
His pipes to respect the health of the listeners that do connect

To retain a sense of peace within the air from which,
The dead, they call, simply to encourage, uplift and help us all
The last position recalled on the listening ear,

But not everyone will hear the sound of the pipes far and wide, transported back to the days of depression, poverty and when times were hard
From the days when one could hear the music from their own
Backyard
From when one could rest easy and leave the window open for the music to drift in, and answers could be found in the silence from when spirit whispered memories bathed in love
Silent messages that came in on the wings of a white dove

That brought in the symbolism of peace and a trusted source
Of a lesson in life, not knowing the consequences of what was wrought, the pain and the hurt from that lesson was taught
And in the silence, the answers were sought, in that one memory, life was indeed, caught, but if it weren't for us listeners
Then it would've been all for naught
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Posted: Jan 11
About this poem:
just a story in itself, introspection
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