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Poetry ~

@peacewriter51

Forever not yours

I will always love you from afar.

You will never know my face,

In my darkest dream, you are my star

My mind is blank, and my heart a racing.

In dreams, you love me,

My soul is yours, I’d dream a lifetime,

I’d dream for more…

Yet in real life,

you will never see me I live in the house of shadows,

I bathe in mystery.

From the darkness of my mind,

I admire your bright light,

You who shine on the tallest mountains,

through the deepest seas

You light all my thoughts, emotions, and

black memories.

Forever in love,

Forever not yours,

Of you,

my heart dreams

Only you,

it adores

@peacewriter51
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Facebook Dating Site ~

“STARTING OVER AGAIN!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Facebook Fiddling* Can Burn Up All The Money In Your Accounts!” Augu

“Oh, JOY! MY ACCOUNT(s) IS (are) (pause! get ready!) CLEAN!

Give me all your money idiots πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

ALL MY MONEY! I’ve been ‘scammed!’ Now, I glean:

From experience that I should NEVER ‘FIDDLE’ around – on Facebook!

I gave ‘them’ INFORMATION! and ‘they’ done took-A [SPECIAL] LOOK!

THEY TOOK! A LOOK! at-me! (pause)

I-guess! “a patsy” THEY did see,

AND – every account I HAD (had, had, had)

Is-gone! I guess THE GANGS, found me [to be] a silly lad,

With a pitifully, sympathetic HEART,

Which – simply LOVES to SIMPLY part,

With, for instance, a little cash for lovely, lonely “CINDY LU LU,”

From Nigeria!”

Yup! CINDY’S “a gang” too,

And She-got maybe-$10? PLUS – all My Account Info,

AND – every account connected with me,

Yeah, baby! Don’t-cha know!

NEVER DOUBT! These “gangs” are extremely so-phis-ti-cated;

They’ve had a lot of practice, AND THEY’VE (also) CONGREGATED,

Together – to clean accounts – from NAIVE-folks like me!

So, ANYWAY! Thank God! Now, I’m clean, with-no-mo-ney!

CLEAN! CLEAN! minus a “mill” or more in those accounts!

I wonder! Whether! They’re insured? if-not! I may not have “an ounce,”

Of wherewithal, sweet wherewithal – to now- NOW draw -up-on!

I (and-others with accounts related!) HAVE-LOST-WEIGHT,

Thanks-to-this-Facebook-Con!

fin β™₯

  • – The Internet Gangs out there will FIDDLE with you AND fiddle, as “Your Roman Accounts” BURN! and ALL OF US are susceptible! THESE GANGS are SO clever! “They” have drained accounts from some of the most talented and sophisticated people, AROUND THE WORLD. It’s THEIR JOB!**

** – to get YOUR money! They ARE “that” good! πŸ™‚ – Yipes! $$$$$$$

While finding true love online can be exciting, it’s important to be cautious, especially when it comes to Facebook’s new dating site. Scammers and fake profiles can easily infiltrate the platform, leaving unsuspecting users vulnerable to financial fraud and identity theft. As the above poem illustrates, these “gangs” are highly sophisticated and can clean out accounts without a second thought. So, if you decide to try out Facebook dating, make sure you take the necessary steps to protect yourself. Stick to chatting within the app and never give out personal information or money to someone you haven’t met in person. Stay safe, and happy swiping!
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death

POET

The New Ezekiel – Emma Lazarus

What can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried

By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?

Is this the House of Israel, whose pride

Is as a tale that’s told, an ancient song?

Are these ignoble relics all that live

Of psalmist, priest, and prophet?

Can the breath

Of very heaven bid these bones revive,

Open the graves and clothe the ribs of death?

Yea, Prophesy, the Lord hath said.

Again

Say to the wind,

Come forth and breathe afresh,

Even that they may live upon these slain,

And bone to bone shall leap, and flesh to flesh.

The Spirit is not dead, proclaim the word,

Where lay dead bones, a host of armed men stand!

I open your graves, my people, saith the Lord,

And I shall place you living in your land.

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FAMOUS POET πŸ’₯

A Prayer in Darkness – G. K. Chesterton

This much, O heavenβ€”if I should brood or rave,

Pity me not; but let the world be fed,

Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,

Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.

If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,

Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,

In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,

The shining silence of the scorn of God.

Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,

If I must travail in a night of wrath,

Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,

Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.

Men say the sun was darkened: yet I had Thought it beat brightly, even onβ€”Calvary:

And He that hung upon the Torturing Tree

Heard all the crickets singing, and was glad.

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POEM

i will never be a poem, beautifully written and composed i will never be a song, remembered and euphonious i will never be a novel, coherent and captivating

i will forever be the unwritten thought the half finished story the long forgotten melody

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Famous Poems

Sonnet LXVII: On Passing over a Dreary Tract – Charlotte Smith

Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky,

Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;

While only beings as forlorn as I,

Court the chill horrors of the howling blast.

Even round yon crumbling walls, in search of food,

The ravenous Owl foregoes his evening flight,

And in his cave, within the deepest wood,

The Fox eludes the tempest of the night.

But to my heart congenial is the gloom

Which hides me from a World I wish to shun;

That scene where

Ruin saps the mouldering tomb,

Suits with the sadness of a wretch undone.

Nor is the deepest shade, the keenest air,

Black as my fate, or cold as my despair.

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FAMOUS POET

Sonnet LXVI: The Night-Flood Rakes – Charlotte Smith

The night-flood rakes upon the stony shore;

Along the rugged cliffs and chalky caves

Mourns the hoarse

Ocean, seeming to deplore

All that are buried in his restless wavesβ€”

Mined by corrosive tides, the hollow rock

Falls prone, and rushing from its turfy height,

Shakes the broad beach with long-resounding shock,

Loud thundering on the ear of sullen Night;

Above the desolate and stormy deep,

Gleams the wan Moon, by floating mist oppress;

Yet here while youth, and health, and labour sleep,

Alone I wanderβ€”Calm untroubled rest,

“Nature’s soft nurse,” deserts the sigh-swollen breast,

And shuns the eyes, that only wake to weep!