Random Tongue Twister Poems (20)

my little no belgium..
I love you tender and sarcastic's..
you the present of my pastry..
let me escape you a message of foliage.
none,knows the direction of clouds,
skies are horizonless and flemish..
in a piece of hankerchief ,
you bable three misunderstandings,
and paris the mucker,only its grandeur..
my little no belgium ,
because so easy-cosy..
I climb up your montains of humility,
laughing your sleepersking..
in memoriam..
a winter sleepy day debarking at dawn,
my poor shanty handluggage along,
eternal migrant...all ways..
agressed by a suggestive smell of beer and factories..
a perfume of chichas and chaotic roadworks..
I found a reasonable mad house for daily inspiration..
my jolly no belgium,
national shower day every years'topic..
sellout governance,
man keen spirit..
poets go to no belgium..

Tiny blue planet
spinning in
space

Weep thou for
us

This human
race

In silence
so vast

We journey
through
time

In war and
hate

This cosmic
crime

The palace of
understanding

We have not
found

Our septer
is pride

And violence
our crown

Glide on
glide on

Tiny blue
planet

Show not
the stars

These hearts
of granite

Making love is more than sex.
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
to undress the soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It's a divine act.
of infinite joy
and make of the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where the desire flows like water from a hot bath
and words sound like poems
which the lips describe
and hands print
by anatomy
sliding like foams
exuding sexy odors
that numb the senses
intoning sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lascivious tremor
of total joy

It's hard to explain how I felt when you said be can be together now. I just wanted to say i loved you but you went away so easily. Anyways, thank you because the way you treated me made me stronger then before. I hope you would find someone smarter and better than me.

A New Page

After a while you learn the stark reality that
A partnership doesn’t always mean sanctuary
Begin to accept and understand through your suffering
With your head up high and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman, not the angst of a child
Accept that you really can and will endure
Plant your own field and adorn your own soul
Don’t wait in vein for a perennial bloom
Hope and forbearance is a road to journey today
Because yesterdays heartbroken ground is too rocky to stride
And future’s path is filled with apprehensive doubt
Truth is that no one is completely on your side
And blind trust leaves bitter disappointment
Austere reality, nothing is forever, so savour special moments
There is nothing we can’t endure, or heal our broken spirit
Happiness is a state of mind, which is mostly of our own volition
One day is another day nearer to our demise, wasted, can never be relived
Never compromise, comprehend you really do have worth
Life’s cruel blows teaches us a subtle difference
Between your hand being held and the grip of possession
And learning life has cruel abandonment and losses unfathomable
Questions that have no answers or reason that could possibly make logic
And equally, that beauty and happiness knows no bounds, momentarily
Kisses aren’t a price to pay for complacency and acceptance
Lethargy is not a state of mind even to contemplate
Understanding that life has its ups as well as downs
Move on, leave the world behind that lives fancifully only in dreams
Bittersweet memories will live deep inside and will always perpetuate
Turn another page in your book of life and make a new happier chapter
And once again breathe in the wonderfulness of a serene, tranquil heart



Patti Richards 2011

These words we have learnt the tools of are trade
We make up poems with lots of words, and are point of view.
Poems we tell, stories, creative writing is are point of view
Creative writing we do best, words we brings out from are heads.

Thinking of are next words that will rhyme like magic we make are Poems and words ryhme
A ? mark a dot a dash then theres are magical full stop without These tools are poems would not make sence

Creative writting is what we do best best.

A picture I paint
A glowing face
Eyes wide glowing smile
Smiling checks

A happy face
Hair neat and tidy
Body scrubbed and clean
A nice tidy suit maybe
Trousers t shirt and sneckers

Boxers or y fronts that's Ultimate ?
Is it fot the woman we prefar boxers or y fronts
we wear them for atraction to feel comfort or to be cool
or comfort and self want
We wear what comfotable

To hide what's in side
Termoil and haertache
Lonley ness
Somthing missing are sole mate

With ies tear strained control ed somtimes not
We put on are mask
On are daily grind we
Go through are daily grind we tread are road

THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THE PHOTO DID NOT LIE.
IN THIS AGE OF TECHNOLOGY THIS IT SELF HAS BECOME A LIE.
I LOOK AT MY PHOTO IN THE PC; I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THE STAR I WANT TO BE.
I MUST ALTER MY FACE TO REMOVE THE SCAR.TO MAKE THIS IMAGE LOOK LIKE A STAR
THE WRINKLES ARE MANY, IT LOOKS AS IF MANY PEOPLE HAVE LIVED IN THIS OLD HOUSE.
THIS IS NOT A PROBLEM; I CAN REMOVE ALL WITH THE CLICK OF A MOUSE.
MY HEAD IS BOLD BUT WITH ONE CLICK I CAN PUT ON A HAT.
MY BODY IS THIN NO MORE, CLICK I AM NOW FAT.

MY HAIR IS NONE BUT I HAVE MY FRIEND THE MOUSE, IT IS NOW BLACK.
TO SHOW MY BLACK HAIR I CAN REMOVE THE HAT.
I LOOK AT THE PHOTO IN THE PC.I AM NOW THE STAR I WANTED TO BE.
THEN I LOOK TO THE MIRROR ON THE BATHROOM WALL, DISMAY IT IS STILL THE OLD ME.

I PREFER THE IMAGE ON THE PC THIS PERSON I WOULD LIKE TO BE.
MY TEETH ARE STRAIGHT AND WHITE MY HAIR A SHINNING BLACK.
I CAN SEND THIS NEW IMAGE OF ME TO PEOPLE THROUGH MY PC.
NO ONE OUT THERE WILL EVER KNOW IT IS NOT THE TRUE ME.

YOU CAN BE WHAT EVER YOU WISH TO BE WITH A CAMERA AND A PC
MY EYES WERE BLUE BUT NOW ARE GREEN, WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TECHNOLOGY.

if 90bc people think you are roung then you are proplom are are roung .but that dose not mean there are right .c0mming from someione that could not even wrire his nane .had thather that would drink and play with them selfs sorry but what chace thid I have .but still I am a good man ...ps life long a prosper...spelling bad sorry

Happiness in your face. I see love in your heart.
Sweet tenderness, great depth, was born in us and fills my being. Lord Thy perfect will, be done, love only comes from God Of Thee beside from the past, with a smile in the future hopes