Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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I Hate Fudge
I Hate Fudge
by Ted L Glines
Chocolate fudge makes me cringe
with anxiety. Molasses fudge
will half kill me.
I hate fudge.
I have spent most of my life
in a valient fight
to rid the world of evil fudge,
one piece at a time.
In this imperfect world
full of fudge-lovers,
I am the last of
the Anti-Fudge Knights,
struggling against the growing tide
of sweet-tooths on one side
and fudge-makers on the other.
An impossible battle
but someone has got to do it.
Oh Nooooooooooooooooo ...
Wally World is opening a whole display
of fudges from around the globe,
a conspiracy of chocolate and molasses
and walnut pieces.
This looks like a job for Fudge-Killer
(Tah Tahhhhh! ! !) to the RESCUE! ! !
poem by Ted L Glines
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The big cat and the fudge
I was walking to school one day
When a huge cat stepped in my way
I offered the large cat some fudge
And asked if it would kindly budge
The cat took the fudge happily
And came along to school with me
Teachers and students watched in awe
As I held the cat by its paw
It went to all lessons with me
To Art and English and PE
But when we both arrived back home
My mother said, “HE HAS TO GO! ”
The cat and I went separate ways
I never saw that cat again
Sometimes I lay fudge on our front step
And as you might or not have guessed,
Every night it vanishes
poem by Monique Sapla
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I Am Your Don Quixote
I am your Don Quixote
But there is no armor for this heart
No protection from your eyes
There is no armor for this heart
Vulnerable I battle with your smile
There is no armor for this heart
From your beauty I cannot hide
There is no armor for this heart
Exposed I am tangled in only lies
There is no armor for this heart
Empty as every windmill that I find
There is no armor for this heart
I lay awake with open eyes
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Super Bowl Sundae
We be the untraditional metaphorically medicinal
2nafishypoo decibal peaks be my ritual
one condition though, Im layin law like the municipal
lyrics habitual, wit puffin buddha,
get your crew and Imma do the opposite of peace
and go to war so go prepare your boys for floor show
eatin every morsel, Im your corporal, rather resourceful
rippin rappers from their dome piece to their torso
no remorse for imitators, my crew be innovators
paying homage as well as returnin favors
learnin flavors from the path pavers
but now Ozomatli be makin new hits from past data
Super Bowl Sundae
This is Super Bowl Sundae(repeat)
Im Chali 2nafish, aint no twist in my posture
lickin shots cuz a brotha gots to get my propers,
shrimp and lobsters on my dock like a mobster
givin shouts in states to sustain my stature
altered chemically, aint no gimmick behind
the way that Im designin my rhyme
line for line youll find in your neighborhood
theres a flavor flood, whether youre a ghetto star
or if your name is mud
we speak the truth rather courageously
and I act rather contagiously
when the stage is free, the rage in me is contained
now the got me, Chali 2nafish and Ozomatli
Super Bowl Sundae
This is Super Bowl Sundae(repeat)
song performed by by Ozomatli
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Hello! This Is Spam!
just trying to find a reader, and reviewer, for my epic masterpieces, they grab you by the boo-boo, or at least try to. please feel free to trounce me in the press of accolades soon to come, i hope!
poem by Tommy Lee Rage
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Will It Get Better?
why do i try to prove myself to you?
everything is never what you want.
what the hell that about!
i don't know why.
but, what do i got to prove to you?
i should be trying to prove to myself,
so why am i paying attention to your comments.
it don't make sense, that i spend most of my time
thinking of them.
it just brings me down.
is that what you want?
it seem to make you happy.
does it matters what the fudge i want! ! ! ! ! !
fudge no, it never did! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
cuz to you I'm always in it for something.
did it ever occur to you i want something more.
fudge no! ! ! ! !
to you that asking on way to much.
what is it going to take?
to have back the life i had.
yet being left in with people who are never happy.
is that so much to ask?
yeah i guess it is.
I'm still stuck in a world that,
messed up and lonely.
will it ever get better.
i have no ideal.
10-14-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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Mickey and Me
I want to see
Mickey...
It was cool...
Him and I went
swimming...
Mickey and I went
shopping...
He bought a
hat...
And I bought a
shirt...
We both shared
a sundae...
A nice big sundae!
So...it’s just
Mickey and me.
poem by Lisa Parks
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They, astounded at the flash of the armor, and the swiftness of the charge, and attacked by showers of arrows and missiles, half naked as they were, never stopped to resist but gave way.
You Are Deserving Of The Best
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I did not appear here expecting forgiveness.
I came to you wanting to,
Show my respect.
I take full responsibility,
For the neglect I had shown...
When then I left.
Please,
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I want to reveal to you,
My immaturity has gone.
I came back to town to let you know...
No matter what has happened,
Between us...
I want you to hear me say,
It was me...
Not you,
Who had been the one wrong!
I've been wanting to tell you that,
For so very long.
Turn around and look at me.
Please?
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
If I have to deliver it on my knees,
I will.
Only happiness in your life,
I wish for you to seek and fulfill.
I've come to you to express my respect.
And to let you know,
You are deserving of the best...
Of what life has to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bury Me With Chocolates
Bury me with chocolates,
The kind I love so well.
Send dark and bitter candy wreaths
With leaves of caramel.
Chocolate chip tears upon my cheeks,
White chocolate pillows filled with creams
To soothe me in my final sleep
And sweeten all my heavenly dreams.
Place one lone lovely chocolate rose
With petals curling in my hand.
Heap gold foil coins in random piles,
Egyptian-like, and oh so grand.
Please do not toast me with champagne,
A rich hot chocolate will do,
Laced with a touch of cinnamon
And then perhaps marshmallows too.
But if you plan a conflagration
To send me warmly to my rest,
Do not forget I’ve always loved
A sticky, hot fudge Sundae best.
poem by Raynette Eitel
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Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.
quote by Paul Tillich
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I was a bit of a big mouth my whole life. I'm a person who expresses themselves with a lot of openness.
quote by Anne Heche
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Loath and Fear
If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.
poem by Norman Santos
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A Reflection
At one time I was blind
Blinded by the person in the mirror
The person in the mirror
Was someone I didn't like
A person that was full of anger
Anger which know one could stop
A person who was dishonest
A person who lied to themselves
A person who lied, cheated and stole
This person scared me
Yet the reflection I seen
Was me
How could this be me?
I didn't like this person I was looking at
That person couldn't of been me
Yet it was time to face the facts
This was me
This is who I'am
Now I know I had to change
If I didn't like this person
Then who would like this person?
poem by Ashley Olson
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Political art expresses the cliches you agree with, unlike propaganda, which expresses the cliches you don't.
quote by Brad Holland
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kilwin’schocolate
Kilwin’smakes original fudge recipes,
it allstarted in 1948 with Don and Katy.
Donand Katy Kilwin started hand-crafting fudge
on amarble table is where their business had begun.
Addingmore flavors as the years went on,
topselling is chocolate it’s their #1.
Number1 best seller, but try their signature
TurtleFudge and Mackinac Island Fudge both
originalrecipes they are proud of.
Alsotry their ice-cream in all sorts of flavors,
likeGeorgia Peach, Lake Worth, and Key Lime Pie,
I liketheir caramel apples, you should give them a try.
Eventhe milk chocolate truffles with coconut or pecan,
itmelts in your mouth, it doesn’t last very long.
Sostop by Kiliwin’s today and have a
turtleor a truffle with nuts inside,
enjoyit with some hot coffee right outside.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November13,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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In every man there is an instinctive and passionate reaction if his person or liberty is attacked.
quote by Arthur Keith
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Born To Be Beautiful Defended
I know people went on their rant
about my poem “Born to Be Beautiful”,
now I take a stand.
Well let me say and defend,
I write first hand my unknown friend.
Who gave you the right to decide
for a person whose tired of the fight.
The fight to look skinny and to fit in,
tired of going to the health center and the gym.
Tired of the media and the fake looking ads,
of some of the skinny models on Prozac.
Now, tell me, tell me,
have you ever been attacked?
Attacked for being fat?
Now “fat” is the “protection”
for a lot of souls,
who knowingly incarnate
with fat as their goal.
Now you tell me can you
control karma too?
Are you God/Goddess who thinks it through?
I don’t think so, because there’s more written in the skies,
Accept everyone’s karma
and say “no” to an “eye for an eye”.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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