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Gord

2020-10-06 02:11 pm
Make a face, disappointed,
Hopefully it stays that way,
One appreciates a boys wit.

What is pain but pain,
To call a spade a spade,
Our nature trail is grey.
They say save whales,
Scream of the rape of males,
even in the face of change.

Change my name,
Change my state,
Changing shapes on the screen again.

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Gord

2020-09-22 04:26 pm
Some composers write bland forever,
Passionate sellers, mechanical components,
Bad poem after bad poem;
Best service as archers than soldiers,
Philanthropists of the moment, 
Amateur poet of farmers knowledge,
Larger wage, cannabis smoker;
Boxer of drama, reading poems and novels,
Softer and lower, he sees darkness;

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Gord

2020-09-08 02:23 pm
I stayed at the Cambridge,
Apples on the table, bliss,
They can replace it.
I am brave and amazing,
Plus I stayed at the Cambridge,
Framed paintings of swiss,
Along with playthings,
Replaced daily.

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Gord

2020-08-26 12:57 pm
In defense, elected one,
My experiment, my estimates,
Defend the world,
Descended of.

He thinks of them vulgar,
His second son, Gordon.
Smacked on his buttocks,
Told: Invent the world,
Which will never come,
With medicine life crumbles.

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Gord

2020-08-17 11:55 am
Chord dissonant,
World lissome, and handsome,
Magnificent.

Is this it? Chortle ignorant,
A turn with the guns, cannons,
Munificence.

Fishermen old,
Where is yours? 
A thirst of knowledge,
fyords and comments.
Participant bored,
Answers of nonsense,
Can a parrot talk,
conjugate or long?

What color am I?
It asks with a song,
Replies loathsome,
Bandied to a swan.
Grey says the voices,
Not what you are,
But of your choices,
Monsieur. 

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Gord

2020-07-24 11:56 am
Comments on a blog,
On and on, continuous,
Could this be but bots?
How can hate be a ball?
All along, perspicuous,
Archaic in its tongue.
Accompany a structured song,
Another composition common,
A company not lacking lustre,
Just backing something wrong.

I adjust warm muffins,
Until the tops come off.
Butter, cinnamon,
I adjust my jaw,
Until flavortown,
I judge my ignorance,
Could this be god?

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Gord

2020-05-14 08:21 am
I write of hands,
God replies back,
In comic sans.

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Gord

2020-04-21 07:02 am
On and on,
Although my hands, they shake,
Play with plants, on steaks,
How am I to find my place?
How am I to file down pane,
File down pain, or file alone again?

My violin is made from wood and string,
My heart is filled from blood for simple things,
Like dimples and rings,
Like a simpleton's dreams.

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Gord

2020-03-28 02:32 pm
He asks with sorrow for another bottle,
Liquor is his rowboat, antique throttle,
Paddles and gives him thoughts frantic.
Adjacent his attitude, pavement coffins,
Adjudicating placement to favor coffers,
A judge can save him, about fifty dollars,
Then send Jim and Mary a judgement against.

If one pulls a rope far enough, can they pull past the end?
One fulfills prose full of love, do they look past themselves?
One trills hopeful of the mode, whether semi or tonal in sound,
Want unlike need, if one pulls a rope, can we find what we see?

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Gord

2020-03-12 06:39 am
Wishing to find the guardrails of life,
Leaning against as he sleeps too tightly,
Dreams too deeply, too often: Nightly.

Gut or balls, what does it take to fight?
Is it twice as woke to never, and lie,
Guarded and cross, who takes your rights?
How about the lefts? Right.

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Gord

2020-02-13 04:33 am
Who was I to write down?
Key turns loud, however,
The key turns around.
Free me of my bounds,
I can free you of yours,
My art, part astounding,
Mostly aster pounding,
Hoping for brighter pink.

Who am I to press down?
Pestle grinds slow,
A Mind grinds slower,
Eventual beach polluted,
The key turns around, 
It says:
"Free me of these clownfish,
acting clownish and catfish.
Art is only partly a mish,
Mostly is unequalled feeling."
His art, part niche,
Part for seating,
Parts for kings, rich,
Parts for heathens.
Parts to reason other parts,
Written partly to see them.

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Gord

2020-02-12 07:31 am
However you write your novel,
Heroes with their giants toppled, 
Macabre, of work with shovels,
Endeavors for Turk or Zionism.
Write of your heart problems,
Can they be solved, by starch and auburn?
Your not in danger,
Neither is your offspring.

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Gord

2020-02-04 02:02 pm
What can be said of a murderer?
That he murdered? Who says?
Is he a murderer himself?
What can be said of a mayor,
That he favours? Who says,
Probably the favoured themselves.

So what can be said?
Of purchases and retreats,
Of those who sit in seats,
Simply judging those without.
What can be said,
Is it they are not discrete,
Prejudice lacking feeling.

So forge me a document,
Implore me to destroy it.
For it contains denouement,
If destiny is to employ it,
It will be my dog to walk.

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Gord

2020-01-30 08:02 am
A trial by nonsense, to no ends,
Sweet Rolland, give me your hand,
Give me your head,
On my shoulders rests another mans.

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