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ALFREDO III DIZON

FRIENDLY COMPETITION
Who is in the Chair
That he always Care
Nobody want to Dare
You must be EQUAL
To avoid SQUALL

We are all MEMBERS
This group are all CENTERS
So we must be always in EPICENTER
It is really hard to CHOOSE
Who is the BEST
But there is nothing to LOOSE
This is a QUEST
All are GUEST

Want all to SHOW
To have a GLOW
It is like a SNOW
Howl like a COW
When your POEM
Becomes an EMBLEM

It is a PRESTIGE
And makes a VESTIGE
We are all INTRIGUE
And many style of VOGUE

Do not be M...
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Robert Oliva

Thelonious Reborn As the Dee Oh Double G
◦	Thelonius Reborn as the Dee Oh Double Gee

	◦	 If we rhyme metaphorically , reach back historically, spit out new styles  just like Miles, compose tunes that Trane, John Coltrane, would b proud to compile, or like the Bird, Charlie Parker, bravely brake rules, take take take, the music apart, do u honor Darwinian progress? Do u demand excellent art? Then u might might b from Hip- Hop,  yeah. that's where many geniuses start.
	◦	 It's simple, it's like nature, there is no fakers, take Kanye...
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Ndiritu Mwangi

MY FRIEND
I'd rather take a stroll 
to the green riverside and sit
under the shade of a mūringa tree
watching the swallows dip into the waters
while listening to some roots and culture
reminding me of the days when home 
was not a dream but a reality

I'd rather talk about your struggle
with the perception they take on poverty
or the distaste they show to single mothers
maybe we can discuss the alcohol addiction
or the way they teach kids to dismiss my diction
just because I speak with an acc...
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davidwright1973@mail.com

It ain’t nothing like a good reason
Poem #2,686 It ain’t nothing like a good reason 

It ain’t nothing like a good reason, to use as an excuse, to do some things in your life, you know, should not be getting done. But for that almighty motive and justified grounds, which pulled you away from sanity, to dump you into a realm of excuses and just be causes. Looking back over whatever instance, do to that initial purpose distortion, most would claim, they’d do again, what in the first place, should've never been attempted. So as you...
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ALFREDO III DIZON

BONG BONG
WHO IS BONGBONG MARCOS?

Many are ignorant about him for all the luxury in life. A Bilionaire son a silverspoon feed. People are all making unfair judgment about him.
  For he does not completed a degree in an EXLUSIVE  school of thougth for ARISTOCRATS, for well known families of descendants. IT IS A MUST IT SHOULD BE.

  YOU REALLY DO NOT NOW WHO IS BONGBONG. ONLY THE NEGATIVE ASPECT. Yes it is proven all the facts stood there all the data and records showed.
   Gone are the days of GOLD...
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ALFREDO III DIZON

SEE YOU SEE ME
SEE YOU SEE ME

I SEE YOU
YOU SEE ME
I SMILE YOU
YOU SMILE ME
I GREET YOU

WOW AT FIRST
JUST EYES MET
JUST A SOUL
JUST A FRIEND
JUST A PAL

WE GOT A GLANCE
AGAIN AT THE ELEVATOR
IT SEEMS THE OPERATOR
TEASES US AND STUCKED
IN THE CASE

THE MOMENT WE STARE
IT SEEMS WE DO NOT CARE
A SMALL TALK
A CHERISH TO GROW

MY HEARTS FLOW
AND MY EYES GLOW
WHAT A FEELING
LEAD TO A CEILING
WE CHANGE VIEWS

WE TALK A LOT
EVERYTIME I RIDE
IN THAT CRIB
I WAITED A MINUTE
WAITING FO...
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FreeGift

PRAY FOR ME
Another day will come
Pray for me
That I will find peace

Another day will go
Still pray for me
That I will live in peace

Everything will pass away
But God's words will never
Pray for me with His words

Another storm will come
I may not be with you another second
And if you love me
Just pray for me

Hey...
I am a sinner living at the mercies of God
I am afraid of life after death
The most terrifying question ever on earth...
Where will you be after death?
Hey brother
This...
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FreeGift

MY ETERNAL
I love you as a thief
Who stole my heart
And doesn't wanna let me go

And until the sunrise to dusk
I will lean on your very existence 
To love and to protect my ego from letting you go

Flowers are the very symbol of long lasting affairs
But deep inside your soul, the quarrels and get-backs are our elastic magnet

And now, the peace of mind of having you till gray... is rare my eternal.
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Mohammad Ali Aznabi

Mother And Philanthropy
Mother is the creator, preserver, protector, and nourisher
Her loving affection is the best and purest in the depth of nature.
Her patience, dedication, forgiveness, and kindness go beyond the limit
She is the visible form of the Most Loving God to be no doubt a little bit.
Mother is the best teacher in all stages of life we pass
Her love builds our life and makes the way to advance,
She is the truest inspiration, and her smiling words are strength
She mingles in us subconsciously with ou...
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Mohammad Ali Aznabi

Most Gracious Sweet Mother
Mother’s embrace is the greatest heaven
Where lies the sweetest bloomed garden.
Where flows the nectar-stream profoundly
That is beyond comparison and felt divine.

The smiling face of my mother is a unique treasure
Where I find my superb spontaneous pleasure.
Her soft soothing eyes can melt me instantly
She is the source of my ecstasy sincerely.

Mother’s love is selfless, pure, and quite divine
God’s touch I find here -She is my real Shrine.
She never thinks of her pleasure more th...
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Mohammad Ali Aznabi

Serene Lustre of Nature
M y tears of love and pain motivate me
Y earnings of pure heart create supreme glee.

D ays and nights do revolve with light and darkness
E ndless thirst always leads me towards success.
E ternal desires arouse wave in deep mind
P rofound love in my deep absorption I find.
E cstasy rises in natural feelings
S ource of my imagination in it springs-
T idal waves of muse enkindle my wings.

M ornings, twilights and quiet nights do offer me
O des of rhythmic emotions boundless and free....
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kmmuldro

Pie In The Sky
Sizzling bacon, spicy pepperoni, and crumbled sweet Italian sausage 
talk about the meating of the minds

Herbaceous San Marzano tomato sauce ladled over a bronze crust 
In concentric circles the only time I would love to be 
going in circles 

Can we talk about the medley of cheeses?
mozzarella, romano, provolone, and parmesan shredded not powdered 
When I take a bite I truly smile without a photographer telling me to say “Cheese”

And what style am I going with? Brooklyn which is bi...
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Erchiolano

Neo-Post-AD: Roses and Thorns.
Power, more than ever has to be scrutinised and challenged for the sake of a tenable democracy. There are  more vigilantes ready to rise; more snipers, assassins and all-round cleaners with buckets and spades; not for the beaches but heading towards the infernal underworld. 

There is no longer a cosy spot for glaucoma, only for a mordant dentistry in favour of fangs. There is a new world of vampirism rising. Some are zombies at heart. Some are slaves to their passions, lust and perversity. An...
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kmmuldro

Keyboard Worrier
Why do you spend so much time behind the keyboard?

Could the key be that you’re bored?

You don’t amount to much during a face to face conversation 

When you’re behind that keyboard there is no conservation 

You unleash and let it go like when a husband loses the argument against his wife

Dealing with real people, real topics, in real time, but your statements has no real substance 

Like a quadriplegic you have no legs to stand on, no stance
So
You promote Cancel Culture but i...
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Erchiolano

Neo-Post-AD: Masochism.
In spite of all the vagaries, vicissitudes and vagrancy, life spins, swallows and spits you out; and you take your turn in the regurgitation over and over again. So where's the fun? So where's the give and take? Is it to be considered pitiful? I have to say: you have no idea. You have to say: neither do I.

There is a flavour and fragrance that defy all expectations; and if you desire to partake you'll need to get in line with every other lost soul.

Have we all spoken out of turn? Is the wo...
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Annette Tarpley

TIME FOR YOU…
In a world of confusion and hurried affairs…I will make time for you
Oceans apart and deprived of touch, your kisses were the nectar of dew

I miss your voice with its husky tone, whispering love sonnets in my ear
In my mind reliving captured moments, from my cheek trails a fallen tear

My soft skin, is like a porcelain doll, in contrast, against your weathered hues
Remembering the warmth, your body emitted, dissipates my fickle blues

There is plenty of time for you, in my dreams, as w...
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kmmuldro

Jeanology (Warning Erotica)
Like a pressure cooker you’re trying to  hold it all together 

I need you to know I feel pressured trying to hold in the lust that’s cooking 

I get mesmerized Perusing the contours, lines of your coke bottle figure

Like a coke head gets mesmerized when their nose touches lines of coke

No I don’t wanna bounce a quarter off of that derrière I wanna bounce by balls off of it

So in retrospect if my balls were the quarter I guess I would be a quarter pounder sliding my beef in between...
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Erchiolano

Neo-Post-AD: Unknown Caller.
Nine thirty-one: time for a hot cross bun and a gun-toting adventure; smuggle cocaine in the hollow heels of my black shoes; clench my teeth, stretch my lips (into a creepy grin) and expose my gums to the sunlight. 

I'm on edge. On the edge of darkness where the slimy things creep and the slobbering dogs eat excrement. What is it that you don't understand? Horseradish soup? Life - plain and simple - playing hard to get? I'll not be pigeonholed; where's the fun in that?

How many steps to th...
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bahri hela

Colors I have seen
An image  like a dream
Full of life taste of creme
***
Shape of a lovely ball 
Green but not tall
Admired by all

Tufts of hair
I can swear
So lovely, if you care
***
White fish very glad
Red color of the blood
Black eye protect the land
***
The mixture of red and white 
Made the green color a light
Enlightens the space around 
Of a lovely ground 

HB Poems
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davidwright1973@mail.com

Friendless child
Poem #2,684 Friendless child

Who has love for the Friendless child? The one who’s Father for whatever reason is gone and for the same, indescribable set of circumstances, his mother while present, chooses to choose a substance over him. So while she is indeed present, in the meantime, as far as his reality is concerned, she’s really no longer there. In this boys home, the refrigerator stays empty so much and so often, that he began storing his book bag inside, so the roaches could no longer c...
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