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Sunday, February 26, 2017

Sabrina Sonnet

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Not having you near; a thorn in my mind
Hurting and swelling into painful screams
Memories of your kisses; my sweet wine
Your smile, your dancing are always my dreams
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Your sparkling laughter, your voice with no fear
Your scents that envelop my thoughts, my skin
You make me ecstatic when I’m in tears
Away from you makes me feel like a sin
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Grabbing your hands and your waist, secures my soul
Touching your lips, your love is heaven above
Your stare, your glare, your hair—a true love show
Away from you makes me long for your hugs
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Kissing and holding you is all I need
Time makes our great dreams come true when we meet

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Perpetual Downcast Adoration

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She left leaving the room empty
to go breathe the desolate air of the ocean.
A colleague of deep blue with the golden sky
which does not happen often.
He went home leaving his head empty
to go breathe the infamous smokes of the liberalist faction.
Yellow and red lights reflect an image of a place where
isolation is only a ration.
"Hurry, Hurry," he thinks, "before my love is rotten"
An old man whistles away to a song once forgotten.
"Hurry, Hurry," he says, "before my love forgets you."
An old woman weeps away to a song she once knew.
She left leaving their place empty
to go sing the songs of the deep blue and golden hues.
He went home leaving his head empty
to go whistle a song known only to a few.
"Hurry, Hurry," he thought, "before my love becomes a sad song"
An old man and a weeping woman in unison sing a song.


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Monday, February 20, 2017

Narcissistic Junkie

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You 
Out to be cool 
You 
Drinking whisky and singing like a fool 
You 
Prowling late and sinning with haste 
You 
Reading secular pages and emitting bigotry 
You 
Feel the ire by berating the humble 
You 
Light the fire and walking on a wire 
You 
Come here with fate and sing the sin anthem 
You 
Only love yourself and like nothing else 
You 
Think your standards are sublime and extend hate



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Friday, February 17, 2017

Making Love At Her Parents'

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Hush, we make love, we make love,
we make love.
Shhhhhh, we’re in love, we’re in love,
just a couple of doves.

Squeak!
We stop the love.

Listening to the empty air,
the house crackling,
the others breathing.

Imagining what the others think,
while a ring in my ears disguises
their snooping.

We take position and wait.

Again we continue our love disguised
in deep sleep position.

Hush.



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Saturday, February 4, 2017

Is it dunch or linner?

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What do you think? Is it dunch or linner? You know, the meal in between lunch and dinner? I mean there is a brunch, which is the meal between breakfast and lunch. 

So, dunch or linner? Many say that it should be linner because the way brunch is structured. B and R in brunch are the B and R for breakfast, since it’s the first meal of the day, and the rest is u-n-c-h taken from the last four letters of the word lunch; thus, we get the word brunch. 

The same structure would apply to the meal between lunch and dinner. L would be taken from lunch, since it’s before dinner, and the rest is i-n-n-e-r taken from the word dinner. However, the word brunch takes the first two letters from the first meal of the day. So, would linner instead be luinner. I mean, what the heck! 

I guess it doesn't really matter, but dunch just sounds so cool and goofy! I would have to vote for dunch over linner or even luinner. It just sounds better: “I’m hungry, let’s go get some dunch!” 

What would you call it? Dunch or linner? We can agree that we are willing to throw away the idea of calling it luinner. Seriously!