It was raining and all were feeling blue. Writer’s block wasn’t helping…
What was I to do? Suddenly… in popped the Possum of Possibilities!
Then a most peculiar thing, my mind had lots of ideas. Boy it did sing!
How did he do it? Do I really care? I wanted the fun, he makes everywhere.
He quickly grabbed our sleepy Dragon, who’d been spread out upon the couch.
And they soared above the rain clouds, grabbing rays of sunshine from above.
Well, do tell! Naturally, it was still raining, so he had hid them in his pouch.
Then he found Dragon’s selfie stick, when he got back, into our little house.
He then attached a ray of sunshine, where the camera would normally, be put.
Then, to protect it from the rain, to keep the little ray of sunshine, dry all day.
He put it under an umbrella, and for all in the house, did the exact same thing.
Now, we’ll all have fun, playing in the rain, as our little rays… light the way.
No more, Dragon flying around, trying to… fan those dark, rain clouds away.
He’s using that ray of sunshine, to get his summer tan, while adding his own…
Fire glow detailing to his scales. Looks rather smart. Don’t you think? Do tell!
Dragon is now splashing in the water puddles, and singing ‘Twist and Shout’!
His penguins are following, along behind, and dancing to 'Singing in The Rain'.
Indeed, we can’t seem to get the umbrellas and selfie sticks… from their…
little penguin flipper, hand thingies. Oh well! If you can't beat them, join them!
As ALL the town has done! Dragon’s the new Pied Piper of puddle jumping…
Newly found… Goes to show that. You can’t keep a good town down! Indeed!
We’ll be doing ‘Singing in the Rain’soon, instead of ‘Shakespeare in the Park’.
Grandpa Troll has now mastered the art of jumping into one water puddle…
And coming out another… later on… somewhere along… down the road!
His new lessons on how to do this… Have now begun… So TAKE THAT!
Mister Rain Cloud! Remember! You were the one to enter… Mayhem Falls!
Where even you can brighten the day, and where, even Mayhem can be fun…
Now, if only, I could get you to behave, and leave that Little ray of sunshine…
On MY selfie stick, ALONE! …What? He’s flirting? With me? Do tell!!!
Well, if he learns to smile a bit… He’ll be welcome to hang around!
After all… The Possum of Possibilities says he has more fun to bring!
If you come along…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
Like any family, mine’s the same, they leave Mama with the dirty Chores.
You’d think with Trolls, and Dragons, and such… There’d be magic galore!
But I concede defeat at Pooper Scooping Time, my sons taught everyone well.
You’d think just once, they wouldn’t run away, with such a humongous bombshell.
The Witch next door is out of town; she usually uses it to fertilize her yard.
Her magic does it in a minute flat, but she’s not here, as my yard becomes marred.
She flew on vacation with the first snowfall; in spring she’ll help my backyard.
In the meantime it’s just little old me… It’s like cleaning out a yucky stockyard.
So I gave a shovel to a grouchy old Dragon, since he’s so big and does so much.
But I came back fricasseed and charbroiled, my shovel totally melted, as such.
I put on my fire retardant suit, and I gave him a special spot where he can unload.
Apparently he didn’t like that either, as I dug out from under a humongous load.
Finally, raking it all up, I ask the dragon, to make cinders of the yucky stuff.
Instead he laughed as he huffed and puffed, blowing smoke at me, in a huff.
I smelled kinda bad as I went to the house, getting a cart to fill to the brim.
I’ll admit, getting mad at a dragon was never a good idea, to originally begin.
But I was pissed, as it looked like rain, and my mind was beginning to spin.
I filled the cart to overflowing, then tied it to the sleeping dragon’s… butt end.
When he woke up, he flew half way up to the moon, spreading it on the wind.
Unfortunately it was me, my yard, and my house, that finally got it again.
Who knows where that darned old cart now lies, as he came flying back alone.
I had learned my lesson that it would never be wise to lose my temper again.
So as the rain began to wash my folly away, I looked up and kissed the rain.
Sometimes it’s prudent, to just relax, and get in touch with the elements again.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
Saturday garage sale- moving to an old heritage apartment,
Years of collecting, but lots must go, even things of contentment.
Two china cabinets, one from Mom, one Grandma, they bring a smile,
Perhaps, I can somehow keep them in wall to wall old china cabinet style.
As I go through my many things and stuff, I say why did I ever get that,
Clothing gothic, retro and vintage lace, shoes, handbags, jewelery and hats.
A broken and battered old filing cabinet- it holds poetry written from my heart,
Need a new filing system for sure, should I sell them, NO we can never be apart.
Vases and vases, colorful and quite dusty in my window, quite useless,
Porcelain dishes from Grandma in my cupboards for years, lost in forgetfulness.
Old VHS movies, watched, outdated music and just loads, tons of stuff,
How does one say goodbye, garage sale Saturday, oh this will be so rough.
I think, I should hang on sign on myself, reading broken heart, for sale,
well suck it up as Grandma used to say and lets have a grand old garage sale.
September 8, 2012
Submitted to the contest, Any Couplet You Wish II
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Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2012
It came with a flash upon my back
Caught off guard, suspenders hanging
Madly rushing to find a place so safe
From around the bend with a honk
“Hey watch your steps” was a shout
Horn blowing while in passing
One disgruntled taxi driver glaring
Newspaper umbrella in ruins
Noisy rumbling above from a subway
Heading down the track, clank, clank, clank
Brown dog barking, woof, woof, looking back
Shelter at last, finally found a spot
The rain came down with a heavy shout
Caught shirtless and without shoes
Now sipping coffee listening the blues
Feeling brand new tasting some stew
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2006
Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky shoes...you annoy me when steady rain falls!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
So what's your status,
Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys?
- To rain and rain until we're glad it's
Not for you to own the day,
But eventually must fade away
Before the steady strugglings of the sun
Which must break through once they've begun
To tear apart your greyish gloom
And give the sunlight proper room
To push along those friendly, fluffy clouds
Through blue skies where you're not allowed.
So go thy way, ignoble cloud!
Carry off that misty shroud
Below which you have so confined us,
And let us put thy wet behind us
And revel in the newborn sun,
It's warmth welcome to everyone.
You overstay your station here
Far beyond what would appear
A decent spate of soft rainfall;
Your prescence doth begin to pall
When you hover close from day to day.
All caught beneath wish you away,
And confer on you non-gratis status,
O aggravating nimbostratus!
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2009
Something I've always wondered about
A subject near and dear to my heart
Why don't sheep shrink in the rain
It's puzzled me right from the start!
A theory that sometimes is bandied about
Maybe their wool is non-shrinking
Sounds quite a bit far fetched to me
Someone's jazzing me I'm thinking!
Quite plausible if you think about it though
But whether it's true or it's not
Sheep I've talked to don't give a rat's ass
Damn wool is making them hot!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
I walk on slick shine streets
in the night with my lover.
Freshly out of bed and ravenous
for other food, he pauses and
licks the tears and rain drops
from my face.
Rain in its many moods
quickens to sweep the earth and
Settles on the skin like a damp
kiss. Cold, warm, sweet, clean,
Is designer bottled water
merely rain drops from afar?
The dog romps through the rain,
in his perfect raincoat, oblivious
to the wet.
Blinking owlishly when a drop
should fall into his eye.
Mysterious primates of the forest
sit forlornly, beneath the
Forever patient as the skies
rupture with a torrential deluge.
Human-tender eyes reflect their
disgust and sadness at the wet,
messy coats they must wear.
The equine turn their haunches
to the storm to show their scorn
for nature’s tantrum.
Cats run for cover, sit
majestically removing the
wet rain from their person with a
Wild fowl dance across the circle
patterns of the pond’s face,
beating their wings and singing.
They frolic and dive celebrating
the sublime circumstance of
Man spends energy and money
to keep himself dry and safe
from the rain, darting from
doorway to doorway.
What does he fear? He won’t
melt if he gets soaked, he won’t
become ill or grow fins, and he
just might get clean.
Snow is rain in its wedding attire;
no two brides alike.
The rain drop falls into a rivulet
of other rain drops atop the
The rivulet runs into the creek,
the creek into a stream.
The stream rushes to the river
and the river falls into the sea.
The rain drops turn to salty tears
as the journey ends.
It is said that chickens, if left out
in the rain, will lift their heads up
to the sky and watch the rain
until they drown.
Butterflies and Bullets
Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
As I wait for death amid the calm.
I see through the window all of you.
No one can see me and the hearing is dying.
Ring in the New Year and my limbs reach for the warm.
Help me make one last stand.
I love the rain and your food for thought.
I wait patient , youthful and my sap stretched.
I long for your cool breeze and like a dog I bark in warning.
And as the axe falls I shudder and am diminished.
That door slammed angrily and while I wait the rain washes me.
No longer do I feel my age, I see your reflection and your sadness.
And as I slowly die I am placed on the stretcher and I drink my last drop.
But as I lay quivering.
You bathe and place me at the door.
I am no longer naked as you dress me.
A light blinks on and the glitter and charm works.
The clothing is your finest saved by generations and my balls are hung.
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2011
I know my supervisor thought I lied, the day I said.
The reason that I had been out was I was stuck in bed.
I tried explaining desperately the rain had been to blame.
He looked at me like I was nuts, it really was a shame.
I told him that the night before it had rained cats and dogs.
So much that by the morning time the flooding hit the bogs.
And seeing how my little house is near a swampy creek.
It wasn’t long before my house had sprung a great big leak.
His face got twisted when I said my house got washed away.
And pretty soon my house was floating on Big Hollow Bay.
I told him in great detail how the planks began to break.
And how I wound up floating in my bed in Big Bear Lake.
I finally was rescued by the firemen in town.
It took them many hours just to pull my bed in ground.
So like I said, I told him that the rain had been to blame.
Unfortunately, I don’t think that he believes my claim.
Copyright © Samia Ali Arroyo | Year Posted 2012
I looked upon the stars , When I gazed at your face.
I seen mars & flying cars I hope this vision don't fade.
I wonder why these butterflies want escape the base of my brain.
Sometimes I think that your love ain't the same.
Your smile turn to a cry like how the sunshine became sudden rain.
You bring my heart sudden pain why did you walk away .
All the trust you've gain just to erase.
Please don't change summer rain.
Please don't fade summer rain.
I need summer rain to make flowers grow .
And when the hours go past I laugh at all the things we could've had.
Or should've had.
Rain pours on the glass after an hour pass 12.
And all I can think about is how I needed your help.
I wondered what you see in myself.
Or did you heal my heart because I needed your help.
Summer rain you are so far away.
And Every time I complain you go further in the wind.
Some nights I pretend that we'll be one again.
Summer rain summer rain I hate that you faded away.
My heart has faded To gray ...
Without you My heart is Arizona & California in the summer days ...
You're so far away I prayed for your summer rain.
Copyright © Keorie McMillan | Year Posted 2015
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Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2012
Standing in line at Wally-world I suffered through this exchange of views.
The cashier asked the man in front of me, "Which of these will you choose?
Paper or plastic for you, sir?" and with a snarl he said, "Plastic will do for me!"
Then he proceeded to proclaim for all to hear, the plight of the forest tree!
"Don't you know that cuttin' down all them trees will leave the forests bare,
Deprivin' them poor hooty owls of a place to roost - now don't you really care?
Just think of them dwindlin' rain forests that supports monkeys, birds and such!
But them greedy companies keep cuttin' and sawin' - they're so outta touch!"
The gum-chewing cashier looked him dead in the eye and had this to say:
"My old man has been a lumberjack fer twenty years and works hard fer his pay!
I don't give a hoot about yer owls, yer rain forests or yer ring-tailed monkeys!
I ain't politically correct and you can relay that to all yer tree-huggin' junkies!"
I clutched my loaf of Wonder bread trying to look nonchalant, staring into space.
(We were in an express lane - he had two full carts, showing his lack of grace!)
Should this get out of hand I expected to hear, "Cleanup on Express Lane Five!"
I was beginning to wonder if both parties were apt to come out of this alive!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 in Susan Burch's "Paper Or Plastic" Contest - March 2012
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012
I remember it like it was yesterday and I think in fact it was
A beautiful spring morning that could not go wrong because
The sun it was shining brightly way up in the sky
So I thought I would cut the lawn or at least give it a try
The lawn mower was pristine clean as I took it from the shed
The extension lead I uncoiled and to the mower it led
I started on the back lawn to mow my way around
I listened to my IPod as I pushed the mower across the ground
The cloud began to gather the light began to fade
It was just as if I managed to walk into the shade
Now the wind began to rise blowing grass cuttings in the air
I looked up to heaven thinking this just isn’t fair
A rainy may day was about to ruin my big mowing plan
And as the heavens opened suddenly I ran
Gathering up the mower the extension cable to
Emptying the mower box in to the recycling bin it flew
Then back into the shed all the bits and pieces went
As I ran back in the rain in the garage door I leant
So my mowing day was over the rain was pounding down
Even with my IPod on I had a dreadful frown
A rainy May day washed away my plans to cut the lawn
Yet I know I’ll get another chance a dry May day will dawn
Till then the lawn will stay half cut at least until it’s dry
Then I will get the lawn mower out and have another try
Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012
“Guten Morgen”… or should I say “Good Morning”…
This is Punxsutawney Phil
Hailing you from Gobblers Knob
That’s my tiny hill!
Today, I am feeling like such a lucky ground hog…
I know that some of you may be weeping
But as for me I will soon be sleeping
Because, there’s going to be six more weeks of winter ~
You may say Phil what were you thinking!
Well, it was kind of hard to see here
With the rain turning to snow
It’s the day after the Super Bowl
Yet, somehow my shadow it did show;
You know I had to go,
Because, it frightened me so
Thus, back to bed I must go to hibernate
But not before my veggie shake…
By the way, the game was just great,
This is Phil signing off… Saying
“Haben Sie eine gute Nacht”
Meaning “Have a Good Night”
I’ve been up way too late!
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2015
I awoke this morning to the sound of heavy RAIN
Downstairs a lake had formed, oh what a PAIN
Off I went to fetch my mop and PAIL
Nonetheless, my spirit does not FAIL
I made a temporary gutter out of FOIL
(This weather will not take me as a FOOL)
Now I sit and dry my soaking FOOT
That’s black because I trod in flakes of SOOT
Which must have fallen from my stove’s air SLOT
At last the rain it has begun to SLOW
But, alas, it’s only been replaced by SNOW
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2009
A drought has been declared, no hose pipes can we use
There has been such light rain for two years, but I think it is a ruse.
The day the drought was declared the heavens opened up
They have not stopped precipitating; one certainly dare not look up.
The water flows as free as lager at a barbecue
Constantly pouring, persisting it down, and the same problems ensue.
We are drenched in all sorts as drains do rise, and rivers flood their banks
But the drought warnings still apply there are supposed empty water tanks.
The spring rain is falling not like tears on babies’ cheeks
But pouring and pouring constantly, and has been now for weeks.
Still the drought does linger but I think I know the ruse
They will put the bloody price up, and watch us blow a fuse.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
"The Sky is Calamotastrophing!"
Screamed little Jenny Lou!
And everyone panicked, running this way and that!
I just didn't know what to do!
Amidst all the commotion,
I quite calmy asked,
"What does calamotastrophing mean?"
But Jenny didn't reply back.
The sky was calamotastrophing
right on her head!
Boy I bet she wished that today
she never got out of bed!
There were huge chunks of white stuff
thumping on the ground!
I could even see a glimpse
of a spark come out of a cloud!
The sky thought it'd be funny too
if it dumped water on us as well!
And so we were drenched with water!
Jenny wasn't happy! I could tell!
"Why are you doing this?"
I yelled to the sky.
It answered back with a freezing glob of powder.
But soon, the sky stopped
calamotastrophing for good!
"I'm glad that's over!" I said aloud.
At least the word calamotastrophing I finally understood!
Copyright © Jacob Cra | Year Posted 2013
There's black storm clouds outside
and if they should let go
it won't be rain reigning down,
it will be the ice cold snow.
Ominous and black the clouds
that blanket the sky overhead
and if their flurries they let fly
I think I'll hide in bed.
Black clouds hover overhead,
threatening and dark.
Time to go find the shovel in case
Old Man Winter leaves his mark.
I do not mind the rain too much.
It has it's uses , true.
The snow has no appeal for me.
I'll be glad when winter's through.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
This was not my today's agenda,
Hankies for snuffles my addenda,
Here I rest, moribunda!
Wintry weather down under,
Suppose it is not so bad,
Bed rest to be had,
Not in the rat race,
Cosy bed today's place,
Definitely not my today's agenda,
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015
If there are 24 hours in a day
how can night exist?
What is the difference between a fog
and a very heavy mist?
What do we mean by a heavy wind?
How can rain give way to showers?
I’ve been told people work too long
but how can you have shorter hours?
We have heavy rain in the morning
light rain the rest of the day,
why don’t they just say we will have rain?
And who weighs it anyway.
The sun will break through in patches
said the weatherman sounding profound,
but there maybe thunder clouds overhead
and I thought they’d be on the ground.
Copyright © norman littleford | Year Posted 2012
Come... we are wet clothes
clung to bodies clung to storm
where the rain falls up.
Copyright © Brooks Lindberg | Year Posted 2014
Luck is not in my dictionary
So, my life, losses only carry
Of course I make a honest try
But, ignores it God in the Sky
When I well prepare for the exam
Fate changes that day's program
In case I buy my favorite fruit
My joy, all tiny worms loot
If I go to the doctor for consultation
He would have gone out of station
When to tell my deep love I at last plan
She becomes the wife of another man
In the terrace when I put the flour
Suddenly comes a heavy downpour
I bought for my relative honey bottle
With diabetes he is making a battle
I gave generously bread to a beggar
He took it not due to severe sugar
Next day he to me sadly lamented
For his unhappiness, I repented
Superb English poems I finely write
My mother has no English might
When I decide to see today TV
Work in the office will turn heavy
When I aim for promotion in career
Head Office cancels it for that year
When I take the rain coat cautiously
Sun will generate heat mercilessly
In case I take not the rain coat
For severe rain, weather will vote
When I love to become a friend
His hand, none will kindly extend
While hearing a song in the radio
My family will prefer only the video
When I go cheerfully to the theater
Gets then punctured my scooter
God does not like me a bit
He does only the opposite
So I love not to live longer
Then God makes me linger
For five decades this is happening
So my disappointment is deepening.
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Copyright © mv venkataraman | Year Posted 2012
It has been very dry because rain did not come here for a long time this year
So a bunch of us locals got together to discuss what the heck is going on around here
So, we thought it would be just a wonderful idea to get it from the horses mouth and
make it very clear
So yesterday when it did rain finally after so long an absence I captured a drop of rain to question so that we all might hear Just why rain avoided us so long, had we done anything to make it mad or did it not like us for some reason and decide not to appear
After several minutes of hard questions and not getting anywhere at all
The drop of rain seemed to cower and be smaller, shrinking with interogation fear
Well we thought we had it cornered as it kept shrinking with shame from each blast
upon its ear
Then all of a sudden something strange happened it just seemed to totally disappear
We don't know where it could have gone, for we had placed it under all the hot lights
so we could see it so very clear
So we put out an wide sweeping APB with a picture of a tear
Copyright © James Gooch | Year Posted 2011
I am bored with rain
Everyday, that I awake I'm drenched
How amusing it must be for the water
I feel that it is laughing as it pit-patters my nice clothes
My hat becomes drenched, almost to say "Let your bald spot show"
Well, Mr. Rain I am just sick of it
I'm going to invent something so incredible that I can't even think of it right now
But I will and rest assured your days of drenching me and my plans will be through
I guess for now I'll stick with my umbrella
So the jokes on you because I have a state of the art umbrella recently bought
It is the cream of the crop, exquisite in all of it's glorious details
It is so......wonderful.....how does one open it though?
Haha! You win the battle this time rain, but I'll win the war
As soon as I figure out this silly umbrella!
You know, I'm not bored with the rain anymore: I can't stand it!
Written By Robert Matthew Hunt a.k.a R.M. Hunt on
Copyright © Matt Hunt | Year Posted 2011
'Blame It On The Rain'
Well, I'm gonna' show you my redneck trainin',
An' I ain't gonna' have to do no strainin'
To pick you up an' throw you outta that door.
Well, I've had just about all that I can take
An' girl--you've gone an' made you a Big Mistake.
I'm gonna' use you to mop up all this floor...
I ain't takin' no more.
And I don't give a rat's ass where you come from
'Cause I know you and you ain't nothin' but scumb
Tryin' to act like you are real High Class.
You been callin' my man on the telephone;
Goin' to his house and won't leave him alone.
Brace yourself! I'm here to whoop your sorry ass...
I ain't takin' no more.
Now I ain't the type that likes to cuss and fight
But somethin' in me's just gotta make things right.
I ain't sayin' nothin' else--it's all the same...
So we can do this here or take it outside
Or I can take you down the road for a ride.
An' I don't care if you don't think you're to blame...
Just blame it on the Rain!!
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
I contemplate the deep blue sky
While lying in the sun baked grass
And wonder what it is about the summer
That makes me such a lazy ...
Let's start over ...
While lying here in the sun baked grass
I contemplate the deep blue sky
And wonder what it is about the summer
That makes me such a lazy guy
Where once were clouds in skies of gray
With rain and snow falling out of it
Bringing on fits of depression
And really making me feel like ...
Umm, scratch that...
Where once rain and snow did fall
From clouds in skies of gray
Bringing on fits of depression
And completely ruining my day
Okay, that will work.
Now resides the deepest blue
A gift to bring me luck ...
Maybe I better stop right there!
Now resides a sign of luck
A gift of the deepest blue
Made even better today
Cause I lay here next to you
For Francine's "Blue on Blue on Blue" Contest
Written and posted on 6-28-2011
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011
My car is really a boat.
I've tightened down the main mast,
And I'm swabbing the deck,
Staring at the plank,
Contemplating who to push.
In dreams, boats symbolize the body
As water does for life.
If my body carries a soul
And my boat skims across the water,
Shoving puddles aside and soaking
I MUST LAUGH
Or I will falter and sink
Into the muck
Like those who have not earned their right
Do not bury me among the pompous
Ocean of faces,
Just because I laugh
I remember walking among the sprayed
Sidewalks of Mastic Beach,
Laughing at myself
As no one was there
To laugh at me,
And since I know
How to laugh at myself,
I think I have earned the right
To laugh at you!
And if God can have a dark sense
Then so can I.
Copyright © Mike Frampton | Year Posted 2010
It's raining pitchforks I say,
Always in the middle of May,
O! The day in May,
When pitchforks come nay.
Copyright © Eitak Nella | Year Posted 2016
I'm hearing the laughter
of the new Spring rain
that we must shortly
wash our cars again.
And the moistening dirt
is laughing too
at the cold, wet mud
getting splashed on you!
Yes, and I believe
that the thunder's clap
is for the puddle
soaking into your lap.
And I hear the giggling
of the gathered drops
since we can't wear sandals
or our new flip flops.
And the grass, leaves and twigs
choking up every drain
chuckle at their mother's
Listen to their snickers
when eveything gets wet.
They hope to spoil Mother's hair;
for it is freshly set.
Oh, Mother Nature's clan
can sure be mean
while they are painting our world
a fresh and new spring green.
But they say they're sorry,
or did you not know-
when they present to us later
a freshly tied rainbow.
Copyright © Lisa Stoffer | Year Posted 2012