Worlds apart two women had nine births born.
The first set of nine cherished their mother.
She died happy in her old age,
The second set of nine fought about the way to pay for their sick mother’s health care.
They had access to money for... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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Take Back Control Of My Penis
My sexed lower mind desires to feel your small breasts.
It longs to see without clothes to cover you.
My money wants to convert you to please me your best.
Penis haunts me to chase and do.
If I pursue to touch... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 3 Views added 1 month ago
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MY APOLOGY
My eyes glanced at your cleavage by instinct, my apology.
I’m not a Messiah tight.
My uncontrolled eyes, I yelled at angrily.
My thinking brain knows what is right.
My eyes and loins do what is natural when beauty appears in the... – by THEODORE ARTHUR PINNOCK | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Hope, as I dip in suicide,
For why hope? For all my loves have died,
Patient, as my hopeful masturbating, passion time,
As I only twirl down into hell’s slime,
Suicidal bastard tasting passionate pain,
I highly hope with nothing to gain,
Into... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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There is a melancholy, delicate, beauty in Mrs. Spagna’s eyes,
Making her face portray a special beauty,
A beauty like the whipping waves upon the skies,
Those eyes are so warm, so... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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A butterfly, shinning in the sun, flew across my eyes,
Lost and lonely with its frame in confusion,
Like the sadness of a melancholy melody,
About a noncohesive woman with the loveliness of a... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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In England my sister lives,
Never did I see her smile or laugh,
Because we never met each other’s eyes,
England her home and mine is here,
But in me there’s a desire to see her,
I feel I need to see her cry or be happy,
She is my lost... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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Full my breast with glory,
For glory is the link to universal unity,
It turns my sadness to woundrous feeling of joy,
Whirls my body into free pastures,
And governs me form the
toil of this earthy hell.
By Theodore Arthur... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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It waves like a melancholy romance in cold air,
It has the power of a raven,
With the weakness of a gentle, dying flower,
It’s dried weed silhouette by the setting, red sun,
... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Let me not Burdon you anymore.
I have stripped you enough with kindness.
Free from my heavy hold,
You, prosper and unfold,
For my burden is just my burden,
Not yours to tear in the heart,
I am a poor, spoiled, selfish-burdened,
Take your toil... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Foul play somewhere, is freely taking its way,
As a man suffers in moldy decay,
Foulness grooms his battered skin,
As his body is free to pour foulness in,
The moldy man is a suffering, slimed snake,
Gasping to devour its victim,
The... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Sunshine upon that child’s frame,
As sadness shines it’s fearless game,
And two lovers cry of melancholy fears,
For the sunshine has beautified their tears.
For what is a child in the sunshine?
It’s two lovers in beautiful sadness,
Battling... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 1 View added 1 year ago
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The day wanned to the loneliness of space.
It slept in a petty door of time,
With tired walls enclosing this crude dreary day,
To be all alone,
Never grasping the food of togetherness,
Only that of extreme, haunting loneliness.
By Theodore... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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Tranquil in the misty time upon the sea,
She is soft, warm and enchanted,
Like a perfect star above the sea’s time,
A delicate piece in his hands,
She is as the sea,
Fulled the time,
A star of perfection in his mightiness,
She shines waving... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Intertwinning with the moon, the sun drifted way,
As her nudity skated below aster’s deathly light,
Murmurs babed the incoming darkness as she runs to an ultimate freedom.
Her frame swayed delicately as nighttime’s gloom came closer,
As nocturns... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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Come see the children in this bleeding universe,
Their damn hearts bleed of sorrow,
Their forlorning eyes are in fire of innocence,
See the young’s reaching hands,
Reach for death as an eagle of satan picks at their innocent minds,
I... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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Leaf, fall by my tears,
Sip them for there is an abundance of them falling too,
I invite you to drink my fears,
My tears are all of fears if dawning dew,
Dew that you can sip on,
Like a deer milky its tears fawn,
A shall fear forever in tears,... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 1 View added 1 year ago
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In the shade of Harlem the Character stormed by,
Through my bus window my eyes seemed saddened by
Children trampling in the decaying neighborhood,
As filthy skid row bums sipped their tasty suicide,
One, I filled my frame with more sorrow for,
... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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He walked to a deadly pond,
Sat upon a morbid rock to witness the hidden product of Mankind,
On Its surface laid crimes onto nature’s core,
Under it deteriating fish starve and smother... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Sue Findlay
Hope, as I dip in suicide,
For why hope? For all my loves have died,
Patient, as my hopeful masturbating, passion time,
As I only twirl down into hell’s slime,
Suicidal bastard tasting passionate pain,
I highly hope with... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 1 View added 1 year ago
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For Dawn Chiger & Anna Spagna
Desiring emotions are fearless to me,
I long for love to cling to my mind,
So, I can heart passions is blind,
... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Josephine Spagna
There is a melancholy, delicate, beauty in Mrs. Spagna’s eyes,
Making her face portray a special beauty,
A... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Dianne Cooper
A butterfly, shinning in the sun, flew across my eyes,
Lost and lonely with its frame in confusion,
Like the sadness of a... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For My Forgotten Sister Maria
In England my sister lives,
Never did I see her smile or laugh,
Because we never met each other’s eyes,
England her home and mine is here,
But in me there’s a... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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For Helena Afonso
Tender as a babe’s cheeks upon soft, summer flowers,
Helena, is a child in the beautiness of love,
Soft as the summer’s... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Tom Trzaskos
Come see the children in this bleeding universe,
Their damn hearts bleed of sorrow,
Their forlorning eyes are in fire of innocence,
See the young’s reaching hands,
Reach for death as an eagle of satan picks at their... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Margaret Stanford
All was calm in the nocturn’s time,
The wind blew softly as a delicate child’s smile,
I heard the crickets whistle and
Saw the night as melancholy children in the blowing... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Sue Anderson and Me
Set myself in the falling sun,
To dream of her in a garden,
As she will be to me until my existence is done,
In screaming downward, I whirl in her purity of innocence,
It is her that freshens the mind like a spring... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Ella Pinnock
Within all of me my mother shines,
She has interwoven emotions of human fragilities in tension,
A woman giving many children of love and rebellism,
As drive in her... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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For Margaret Sanford
Sad romance near a graveyard sunset,
Lonely love, sweet pain,
Time is agony, the heart yet,
Has cruelty of the hellish rain,
Love is sweet loneliness in the sun,
Sadly, tearing the heart until love’s toil is done,
... – by By Dr. Theodore Arthur Pinnock | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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