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Ode to a smelly man

Sweeny Smith, and Dizzy May.

Lauren County grand motel
It’s a weird old place to be
I used to go there quite a lot
It really pleasured me
To know that nothing’s what it seems
It’s a scary kind of place
Where one meets the dregs of life
And none there have much grace.

There’s Sweeny smith, he’s big and strong
And he’s a scary guy
He really doesn’t like the world
And no one knows quite why
They Say his father dropped him when
He was a tiny lad
And now the man is not himself
Most people think he’s mad.

Now Sweeny, he is quite a man
But he hasn’t learned a lot
But most they can put up with him
Though one thing he is not
He’s not the cleanest of the men
Who live at that Motel
And though folk try to like the man
They hate old Sweeny’s smell.

One day the others got old Sweeny
And put him in a tub
They got a great big scrubbing brush
And gave him such a scrub
Now Sweeny did not like this much
And he caused such a stir
With people flying round the room
Such a frenzy did occur.

Then Dizzy May came on the scene
And Sweeny loved her so
He wanted her to stay with him
He would not let her go
Old Dizzy, She quite liked the man
But she didn’t like his smell
So she came up with a little plan
And she did Sweeny tell

‘Now look here Sweeny, here’s the deal
If you really love me so
Then you must take a bath each day
Or out the door you’ll go‘.
Now Sweeny didn’t like that much
But he loved old Dizzy may
And so he told her lovingly
‘I’ll take a bath each day‘.

And now the people look at Sweeny
With a different kind of air
Cause when he’s with his Dizzy May
You can smell them everywhere
But it is such a lovely smell
Of the sweetest kind of flowers
And now When Sweeny walks on past
There’s none that from him cower.

18 June 2013 @ 1635hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

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Snowbound Xanadu

Against barren cliffs, daylight enters , finding glistening horizons ,iridescent jewels keeping lovely minarets near Olympic peaks, quietly revealing snowbound turrets under velvet winds .. Xanadu, you'r Zion
Barbara Gorelick

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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Grandma's Garden


Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer

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Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Young zebra

Copyright © James Fraser

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose

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Miraculous Birth

Among Bethlehem’s crowded dwellings
existed few good hearted innkeepers.
Joseph, knowing lovely Mary needed only privacy,
quietly rented stables
to unfold
Virgin’s wonderful Xmas yield

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett

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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole

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Above Barley, Clouds Dance Enchantingly. Flooding Glorious Hills In Jubilant Kaleidoscope. Lending Motion, Natural Opulence, Peacefully Quiet.  Ranges Slumber Tranquilly, Undisturbed. Vibrant Wheat Xylan Yellow.    Zetland.

World English Dictionary
xylan ('za?læn)  
biochem a yellow polysaccharide consisting of xylose units:occurs in straw husks and other woody tissue
[zet-luh nd]  
former name of Shetland Islands.

Copyright © Margaret Foster

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Paris city of love and romance
Take a stroll around its famous streets
Have coffee at a pavement café 
Cruise along the beguiling Seine
Allowing time to savour it all in

See wondrous sights of Parisian life
An eyeful of the Eiffel
A visit to Notre-Dame
What a shame not every where’s the same
Treat yourself and experience it all

A tourist’s dream
With cobbled winding streets
Charming houses, majestic churches
Enjoy the atmosphere
And fall under the Paris spell
As did Monsieur Eiffel

Copyright © John napier

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Snows Glorious Realm

A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding zoothapsis.

Snow can be so beautiful and serene.
Though wet and bitterly chilling.
Unifying the countryside in brilliancy,
Victimizing the ground in slumber,
It must truly be experienced to appreciate its wonders.

ps I wrote one of both type : ABC

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor yasmin khan 
Contest Name SNOW ABC  

Copyright © cecil hickman

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Our old barn

Our barn sits 
so quiet and empty 
yet as I stand inside listening
it starts to talk softly
whispering of yesterday

telling me of past times
how proudly it stood as it was made
so tall and grande

it speaks to me of the many people 
it has held sheltered 
throughout the years
of smiles and laughter
on the floor all the tears
that have fallen

o how many people inside
some losing themselves
others finding themselves
hearts beating
souls yearning
friends gathering
in this old barn

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske

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I was looking down at the waves bicycling along Salerno. A sea-breeze is the air from the seafront to the mountain in every corner of the city. Passing people enjoy the stroll being born in a city to be rich.

Copyright © Eleftherios Ioannou

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River Moons

THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.
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Copyright © ramsha aarif

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Read All About It


Stories all of 100
years old
Bribery And
They have to be

Definitions of words
have surely changed
as Kilts And Reefers
are now explained.

Two Kinds Of Success
That Work Both Ways
Stealing From Cities
and the Faithful
Toby way

No Poison In The
is History Rewritten
With A Humble Helper
and Powerful

Like a Scene In A
The Counterpane Got
He Raised The Bid
was a story so funny

Striking A Light was
crazy amazing
but Obeying The
Order became

Drunk Pennies
is a true story
Like A Woodpecker’s
and Another Pair Of

Wakening In The
while Lost In The
and a Costly
for you and your dog

We learn of
Unreasonable Anger
and How Best To
The story of Tree
and Village Gossip
between pairs

Stories of over a
hundred years
Let us watch them
all right here
With many bringing
you to tears
Taking you back
through the years

Doris Anne Beaulieu

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu

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The Erie Lackawanna

The Erie Lackawanna.
Was a friendly mamma! 
The friendly service route.
Ran across the Southern Tier of New York.
Then across the Susquehanna.
Choo Choo went the train.
Down along the lower part of the state.
The great flood of 72...
Caused a bankrupt attitude, to date.
Now the tracks, they lay at rest.
Silencing whos rails they quest..

Railroad Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..
All rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards

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Your Restaurant Gave Me Diarrhea

I ate dinner last night and felt fine 
It was leftovers at 9 
The next day I decided to go out to eat 
I get a rumble in my stomach and begin to feel the heat 
What did i do wrong, ate out tonight 
Now I feel like a crazy bird in flight 
I feel the pressure as I am stuck in a traffic jam in my Kia 
Now I know your restaurant gave me diarrhea 
I make it to the toilet, I sit in the stall 
Plenty available at the Southern Hills Mall 
Too much salt, piss and vinegar 
I begin to feel dizzy, my sight begins to blur 
I am not in the jungle and I am not Sheena 
But facts are facts, your restaurant gave me diarrhea 
My business is finished, I wipe and leave 
I have a runny nose and blow it on my sleeve 
As I depart the john I leave behind a green smog 
The overall experience was too much for the toilet, it clogged 
Good thing there is employees at six dollars an hour 
I get home and take a shower 
Too busy to talk, so I will see ya 
Won't be another customer there, that restaurant gave me diarrhea  

Copyright © Eugene Carmen

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Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks. 
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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ABC.The Worlds Countries

America, so vast and the land of the free
Brazil, carnivals and beach beauties

Canada, untouched, with the mighty Niagara Falls
Denmark, with the mermaid, luring sailors with her call

Egypt, under Cleopatra, and her historical power
France, so romantic with its Eiffel Tower

Germany, the perpetrators, of the Holocaust
Haiti, sadly, counting her lost

Italy, with its architecture, like the Trevi fountain in Rome
Japan, and its little Bonsai trees, so very much at home

Kenya, on safari in her national parks
Lebanon, a country, full of political sparks

Malta, so brave, its why they won the George Cross
New Zealand, and the Maoris, their culture to never be lost

Oman, the Sultanate, lies beside the Arabian Sea
Portugal, a golfing Mecca, as i stand on the very first tee

Qatar, an Arab emirate in the Middle East
Romania, Nadia Comaneci and her Olympic gymnast feats

Sweden, the home of Abba, and their wonderful pop songs
Turkey, has Istanbul, where two continents get along

Uganda, in Africa, where Idi Amin ruled
Vietnam, where nineteen year old soldiers were schooled

Wake Island, a most beautiful coral atoll
Xanadu, because i ran out of countries to call

Yemen, a Republic, to the south of the Red Sea
Zimbabwe, with Mugabe, a country ruined by he

Copyright © James Fraser

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Gold Rush

Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
mercy.. Nothing!.. 
ore... picks..quick rising 
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic.. 
yelling zestfully..

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer

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Garage Sale

Artfully arranged articles:
Books beside bedding,
Clocks, camera, china cups clinking,
Dishes, decanters, dining damask,
Facing ferns,
Gardening gear.   Gaudy
Handwoven hats hide
Jute.   Junk jewelry,
Kitchenware, kite kits,
Linens laying lopsided.
Marbles, magazines, menswear,
Nice needlework, necklaces,
Pots, pans, pretty plants put parallel.
Quality quite
Reasonable.   Rickrack, ribbons,
Sewing sack spilling
Thread, thimbles.   Toys
Underneath umbrellas.
Video variety
Waiting watchers.

Copyright © Sue Mason

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Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!

Copyright © Ella Marley

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Knife and Lust

Walking these streets of manhattan so aimlessly 
All alone in the dark only lights by the city shops 
I'm scared alone feeling out of love now lost the knife was rough 
You stabbed me in the back all I can do is Cry on my knees veins hot as fire 
With mixed emotions running through 
It's Like this dagger killing me more inside all this love and all this hate burns me away 
Deep inside passion urning for another lusting after another 
As if I were a lion in a jungle taking that prey and burning up with tense desire 
It's like a knife with loves wounds after the lust 
This is very hard for me in a world you left me bleeding alone 
Never picked me up left my heart to die out 
With my tears hitting the city pavement times like this just burns me away 
Love can go off like a loaded gun a love  vanishes just like a knife with lust 
-- by Brian OToole jr. 

Copyright © Brian Otoole

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The Journey

Sit beside me.
We will travel far away.
Driver...our fantasy.
Destination...the dream.
Luggage...our souls.
There are not limits for the dreams
Don't wake me up baby

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis

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Been through hell

The long lonely nights, the endless mundane days
           This all feels like hell
The rules and regulations, mean and cruel ways
           I know this torture well
I put myself here, I have heard it all before
          For you my soul I’d sell
I am tired of crying, my eyes are sore
           No more secrets to tell
I miss my family and all of my close friends
            From this hellhole I will bail
I am tired of being lonely, no shoulder to lend
             I am tired of this smelly cell
Now I know that I’ve been through hell

Copyright © Angela Arnold

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Copyright © Brian Strand

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Throughout the world's history,
we read compelling stories
of the defending soldiers of the tenderest age;
and we can be moved to tears
by the purity of their courage:
they died on the battlefield,
never breaking their promise
or fall short of integrity... 

Defending soldiers of the tenderest age as handsome
as the daffodils of the undulating fields,
nothing scares you when it comes
to protecting your motherland with that freedom: 
as intrepid as the eagles in the open skies...
Defending soldiers as true as warriors,
you push forward with the victorious thought
of becoming nothing more 
than the boldest soldiers:
seeing the smokey sky blast;
rescuing the wounded and closing the eyes
of the fallen ones bleeding on the burned grass...

If I were younger, and I had the same resistance,
I would fight with the indomitable spirit you own;
but my contribution is merely sympathetic words on paper,
which one of you will read on your return
to the homeland when all wait on you united in fond prayer:
with ribbons on trees and flags in their hands....   

Defending soldiers of the tenderest age,
all past heroes had one special trait:
the persistance and will to prevail,
and the final victory on their breath;
when everything else seemed to fail,
an indisputable faith prevented another threat...

Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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When places call

It's urgent I see the ocean,
Ask me why?
I'll tell you I haven't a notion,
Lately I hear her call,
And the way she says my name,
The gallop of white horse waves,
Place were loneliness is tamed,
Maybe I'll go and just listen,
Sight for sore eyes I'm missing.

Copyright © Karl McDonnell

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E aster

it's  a  little  holiday.the  children love's a time you  sit  with your  family and  
friends and  have  some  fun.some  people  stay  home and  others  go  
can  paint  hard  boiled  eggs  and  have  so  much  fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright © doris lee

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Exclusion of immigrants from society makes their souls fall into insanity!

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago