Tess The Labrador
Elevator floor numbers are going to ground floor,
elevator door opens with Mr. Call and Tess the Labrador.
Tess begins to sway quick to the East,
I think it’s a ghost she wants to meet.
Mr. Call motions her to walk to the left,
they walk by the inter coastal which is to the West.
Now Tess is a rescue dog who Mr. and Mrs. Call saved,
they adopted her in Illinois and she has been with them till this day.
She is a little older now but her eyes still can see,
she is still very strong with lots of energy.
Tess is of many different breeds,
she is short and stalky, but still has good knees.
She has a little white on her chest,
she likes Allen’s dog Madison the best.
Tess will be the last dog out for a dog the night,
Mr. Call doesn’t mind he gets along with Tess just fine.
Written By Suzae Chevalier On December 24,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Tess The Labrador
Elevator floor numbers are going to ground floor,
elevator door opens with Mr. Call and Tess the Labrador.
Tess begins to sway quick to the East,
I think it’s a ghost she wants to meet.
Mr. Call motions her to walk to the left,
they walk by the inter coastal which is to the West.
Now Tess is a rescue dog who Mr. and Mrs. Call saved,
they adopted her in Illinois and she has been with them till this day.
She is a little older now but her eyes still can see,
she is still very strong with lots of energy.
Tess is of many different breeds,
she is short and stalky, but still has good knees.
She has a little white on her chest,
she likes Allen’s dog Madison the best.
Tess will be the last dog out for a dog the night,
Mr. Call doesn’t mind he gets along with Tess just fine.
Written By Suzae Chevalier On December 24,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Roly-Poly Lover
I have a roly-poly lover
and her name is Two Ton Tess.
When she hugs me,
she squeezes me half to death.
It is like getting a hug
from a giant grizzly bear.
Her muscles are as big as Popeye’s
with the spinach she devours.
When friends ask me why I date a sumo wrestler
I simply reply. She is my Two Ton Tess,
my big, big lass.
Last week she stopped a locomotion
as she bent over on the tracks.
When the conductor asked what she was doing.
Tess quickly replied
I lost a penny somewhere and I was looking for it there.
She had the reputation
of being the strongest girl around
and I will vouch for that.
She was and she still is
and when she put her arms around my neck
if feels as if I am on the end of a hangman’s noose.
However, I love her,
my roly-poly lover,
my sweet Two Ton Tess.
poem by David Harris
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The Karate Kid [trailer 2]
Jaden Smith, Jackie Chan, Taraji P. Henson, Tess Liu
from The Karate Kid (2010)
Submitted by Alex
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An Early Morning Greeting From Her(e)
an early morning greeting from her thru tx mssging
though abbreviated
is still long and she asks that i as the philosopher
poet share
to her some of my insights for the day
i have nothing to say really,
tess, silence is wisdom too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man Up
Simon Pegg, Lake Bell, Olivia Williams, Ophelia Lovibond, Henry Lloyd-Hughes, Rory Kinnear, Sharon Horgan, Dean-Charles Chapman, Ken Stott
by Tess Morris from Man Up (2015)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Infini
Daniel MacPherson, Grace Huang, Luke Hemsworth, Bren Foster, Luke Ford, Dwaine Stevenson, Louisa Mignone, Tess Haubrich, Harry Pavlidis
from Infini (2015)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Puncture
Chris Evans, Michael Biehn, Vinessa Shaw, Kate Burton, Brett Cullen, Marshall Bell, Jesse L. Martin, Jennifer Blanc, Roxanna Hope, Austin Stowell, Tess Parker
from Puncture (2011)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Joyful Madison
JOYFUL MADISON
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes really well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her dog friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder sounds.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer,
especially when her friend Little Loui is really near,
along with Tashi whose been a friend for many years.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Dedicated to all Poets
Silence must be heard
Orator is standing up on stage
To share his ode of love
Of poetry –
License or non license;
She or he skewer
And capture my imagination.
Words with chameleon meaning;
Like a dagger that pierces the heart and soul.
Let the mind flow
Like a song sang harmoniously
On stage, or without –
So as the poetry -
Written in pen with rhythm;
Themes of joy or melancholy –
Whatever your mind says
Write it in the pages of your
Rhetoric aces.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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Memory of Tikling Island
On a mystical night,
In the Island of Tikling,
He strummed his guitar,
And sung his lullaby.
His voice magical carried by,
The summer wind.
As I lay in my cozy bed,
He strummed his guitar once more,
While the other poured fermented drink.
I like a bird,
With a broken wing,
A traveler,
Lay in silence,
Listening to his lullaby,
Until my tired eyes,
Hushed me to sleep.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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Poetry Schmoetry
POETRY SCHMOETRY
Poetry schmoetry
Refuse of the mind
Soap box egos wanting pats
Offering boring lines
Everything that you could feel
Has burned a hole elsewhere
In someone’s psyche
Battered raw
Detonating mines
Poetry schmoetry
Think you’re smart, do you?
Boil it down and all you have
Is mediocre wines
poem by Tess Fielders
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Aisle Of Plenty
I dont belong here, said old tessa out loud.
Easy, love, theres the safe way home.
- thankful for her fine fair discount, tess co-operates
Still alone in o-hell-o
- see the deadly nightshade grow
English ribs of beef cut down to 47p lb
Peek freans family assorted from 17 1/2 to 12
Fairy liquid giant - slashed from 20p to 17 1/2
Table jellys at 4p each
Anchor butter down to 11p for a 1/2
Birds eye dairy cream sponge on offer this week.
Its scrambled eggs.
song performed by by Genesis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vanquish
Teardrops of last winter years
Is a graves wine
To a hurting heart.
Each dropped of tears -
Is a cleansing balm
To a broken soul.
Let it dropped - until -
Your soul is healed
From the mires
Of broken dreams.
Tears is a vanquish
Of today’s sorrow
But an appointment
Of tomorrows duty.
Sigh! So cry like a baby
For morrow
Is a fine day.
You’ll forget
All your sorrow.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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Joyful Madison
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes real well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder all around.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Little Sam So Sweet
LITTLE SAM SO SWEET
Mrs. Levine who is tall and quite lean,
has the cutest little dog you have ever seen,
Sam is a little Yorkie who is tiny and short,
sits in Mrs. Levine’s purse like a sweet mini tort.
Sam the little Yorkie has very silky black hair,
he will not wear a jacket and it’s not that he doesn’t care,
just to him he doesn’t need any extra fashion flair.
Sam will walk real quick with Mrs. Levine
gliding in front of her he prances with his small feet.
His eyes are hidden from hairs so long,
he doesn’t mind he still gets along-
gets along with Tashi the Shih Tzu dog,
they walk happily together in the early morning fog.
Then one night they almost got caught in the rain,
it was O.K. they went inside the condo to play.
Now if you see Sam with Mrs. Levine,
say “Hi” and give Little Sam a little dog treat.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Mentor
From this day on
You inspired me to be a poet,
Here I unleashed my thoughts.
They rang bravely
Predestined to be
Hemmed like a woven cloth.
You and I like a seed,
Scattered to bloom
Like the lily in the field,
To be the strength of
A divided world.
Some will catch us
And will enjoy our petals
To be looked at,
Or admired
Or be tossed back again
In the wind,
And will float in the river,
Valleys and oceans.
But the important thing is
Your thoughts have inspired somebody.
Until once again
A youth will come to his senses
He will pass by
And need a mentor
To be inspired
By a man who will
Create strong courage in his young mind.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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Attempted Escape.
Each morning Tess waited nervously
for the nursing officer to arrive on
the locked ward, and spot on time
each morning he came with his small
black briefcase and went to his office
on the locked ward of the asylum, and
after a few minutes she was allowed
in for her daily requested interview.
She sat in the chair opposite him, he
fresh from the sane world, sat there
with his brushed teeth and groomed
hair, intent look behind his glasses.
When can I get out of his ward and
home? she asked him each morning;
when we consider you are ready and
safe to be let out, he replied each day
with the same calm voice, the same
deep tones. And off she'd go to begin
another day with those whom she
considered mad or seemingly dead.
Every day at the same time they would
bring along the meals from the kitchen;
they would unlock the double doors,
bring in the trays of meals from a trolley,
leave the doors unattended for the time
it took to bring in the trays, and then
locked the doors again. Tess waited and
watched every time they came timing
by the clock on the wall how long it took
and how long the doors were unlocked.
This day she waited; time ticked slowly,
as she stood in her dressing gown by the
doorway to the bedrooms and watched
as they unlocked the thick double doors.
She waited until they unlocked the doors
and entered with the first of the trays,
then she ran like one possessed, out of
the doors and along the corridors and
heard the commotion behind her as she
ran, and the shouting and screaming and
calls, and the thundering footsteps behind
and then two burly male nurses tackled
her to the ground and held her there
beneath their mass and smelly breath,
seeing the lights on the ceiling flicker on
and off, not far away a woman screamed,
nearby she heard a man's rough cough.
poem by Terry Collett
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Little Africa
I saw little Africa in your face,
Bold and handsome in your case.
I saw a door of hope,
A light that will bring greatness.
I saw a timid smile,
Earthly yet with great courage.
I saw a paradigm of self-reliance
Robust with stardust in your eyes.
I saw little Africa a dawn of hope.
A hero for all, at the end of day.
You are the future of tomorrow,
A wisdom for those who are forgotten.
Timid smile, yet with sparkling eyes.
I saw wisdom coiled beneath your head.
Grace and strength be upon your brow.
Heaven may bless your hearts desire.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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Conversations of Tess and her light and my darkness
i
Come to the light
And let yourself be known
Shine
ii
I live in the dark
I glow there
I am not visible
In your light
iii
Do take pride
About light
I will take
Darkness
iv
I have seen your light
It still looks dark to me
v
No, go out
See the light
And be uplifted
vi
Ah, I bask in the light
Of my poetry
There is enough moonlight
For me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beyond Border
Beyond borders is a possibility
Of Love or hate.
A song bird sings
A lullaby resonate.
Indifference amplified,
With love harmony is unified.
Life with zest in the nest
As lovers inclined to each other,
And in surrender,
They suggest.
Racism is litigation
Need to change in how we view another,
Look at the inner core of a man
And beyond skin deep.
Love your brother as yourself,
Look at the heart
Not the color,
You might see a valuable friend.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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