Don’t memorize things, Einstein said,
if it’s easy to look up instead!
I’ve got taped to my cell
what I still don’t know well:
My own number! Why clutter my head?
This is a true story. From the quote below, I’d say Einstein’s “got my number!”
“Never memorize something that you can look up.”
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
There once were two people online
Through e-mail their lives intertwined
They swore in each letter
That they'd get together
Neither one knowing what they would find
So one day when both had the chance
To see under what circumstance
They would think of each other
Be it friend, be it lover
Either way it'd be one heck of a dance
So the one went to the other's town
To see which emotion is found
But they must grow a bond
Before taking love on
Even buildings are built from the ground
The first day they soaked up some sun
Followed by dinner and fun
There was no stopping
Their bar-to-bar hopping
both drunk by the time they were done
They ended up at his hotel
"One more drink", she had said, "that sounds swell".
But the kissing, caressing
Led to them undressing
Ignoring their White Zinfindel
They woke the next morning perplexed
The ache in their heads had them vexed
They both had enjoyed
What they tried to avoid
Neither knowing what they should do next
So neither one spoke of last night
And both were nervous and uptight
But it would be a shame
to be pointing the blame
at what at the time seemed so right
But knowing it couldn't be ignored
They talked and their feelings were poured
They both felt confused
And a little bit used
But it was something they both could afford
When the trip came to an end
They enjoyed the time they did spend
With a kiss and a sigh
they both said goodbye
And to this day remain closest friends
Copyright © Moose Polk
Another good soldier is down.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
His name is Diego.
He is from Key Largo.
His soul is now heaven bound.
Copyright © Jerry Stevenson
Remember, my sweet Valentine,
the moment you said you'd be mine.
A rug by the fire,
we shared our desire
and pledged that our hearts should entwine.
For Poet Destroyer's Valentine Competition.
Copyright © Charles Clive
As I sit here and wonder where did it all go,
Why did I hurry to get here is something I do not know.
My life has pased by so quickly just a blink of the eye,
Can't remember all the things I've done or the reasons why.
What was the purpose of this it all seems so insane,
I'm left with nothing but emptiness am I to be the blame .
Where are my friends and family am I the only one left,
I guess because of what I've done this is what I get.
This isn't what I was looking for not what I imagined at all,
There is nothing I can say or do and theirs nobody I can call.
Will it ever become clear to me why don't I understand ,
Is this that wonderful plan was that God has made for man?
The path I chose to follow always seemed to take so long,
I'm begining to believe that just maybe that I was wrong.
Thinking about all the things in my life that have come to past,
Down deep I have always known that they were never meant to last.
So this is what it is like to reach this old age of mine ,
I'm starting to see that it was never really about time.
Waiting seems to be all there is for me to do these days ,
Untill the time that light shines bright showing me my way.
Feeling much better now that I have come to see,
That there was a plan and it was made especially for me.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER
its make s you cry
make you lie
feel like you won't die
it has a beat
that gets underneat
ITS FOR YOUNG AND OLD
BLACK SOUL MUSIC IS GOLD
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr
We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or skin,
Nor love or hate, nor loss or gain
Nor opportunities nor whence we come. So much is true.
But as much as this truth I hold as true as sunlight,
I know that painful times will time to time alight
When with bitter phlegm you curse
The earth where you breathed first
And wish your day of birth were scratched by He with might.
I know. Same feelings have plagued my adult soul
And the wish for better home to make each day whole
Has been dashed by shameful news,
Where Hope, seeing Hitler, and 94’s Hutus,
Needs to hide its youth to stall the death toll.
But amidst pain, hate and bottled despair rife
There’s the rare love, innocent and hardly grasping to life.
For here, we can give our all
When we choose to keep you from a fall.
We really do it: humble, loving…just like the Lord’s life.
Yes, it’s easier to perceive the weeds in one’s garden
For the pastures beyond gleam in our myopia, hiding their burden.
And seeing that weed can cast a shadow
On all that’s sweet, but cause much ado
About the bitter parts, and it day by day your heart will harden.
Think of the evening breeze on the night grill,
Feeding the flames of a delicious family fish meal.
Think of hitting the unadulterated
Lands of hills where ancient rivers percolated
And happy goats skip, and cattle graze and one can feel
Life whizzing through rustling leaves of dancing old tree or reed,
Playing the music our ancestors learned to read,
Making your lungs touch their purpose,
Dazzling your eyes like a Jabbawockeez pose,
The music we’ve forgotten as we focus on some RSS feed.
Think of the youths wise with tradition re-enacting solemnly
The dances and music handed down from before when Ptolemy
Phrased ancient philosophical data,
To the time of the expansive empire of Sundiatta
Beads stomping the dust frantically in musical poetry.
Picture the pure darkness which crowds the silent night air,
Unveiling the marvellous dotted and scattered there
In the moonlit heavenly canvas,
Watching us from light years past,
And we fascinated by the sparkling magic they share.
So to sum it all up, I know it cannot be perfect,
And sometimes I rant and make massive graffiti of its defects,
But this home my parents chose
Still draws my spirit close,
For the bond is deeper, far deeper than human senses can detect.
Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh
Though Aunt was a senior citizen
She liked hanging out with younger men.
Ole maid dated a lot,
Guys’ nicknames she forgot;
And choked on desserts using her pen.
Andrea Dietrich's Write with the Wit of Twain
"You can't depend on your judgment
when your imagination is out of focus."
Copyright © nette onclaud
Took heaven to help me to see
That with her I wanted to be
I first felt love’s glow
And this I still know
We kissed under coconut tree
Copyright © Martin Kloess
You drove the ball high
It flew and touched the sky
I heard, “FORE!"
And ducked therefore
But the ball hit my thigh
Some of the things mom never knew happened;-)
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma
There once was a memory man
Who remembered all that he can
So he wrote in a book
Which was gone when he looked
Now he's doubting his memory span
Copyright © James Fraser
Started taking Vitamin B-12 for my memory
Reminding me of the B-29, a question for Jeopardy
A bomber during history's dark time
World War II, a disgusting crime
We must all be sure so as not repeat this treachery
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison
THERE ONCE WAS A LASS FROM MANHATTAN
SHE WORE PETTICOATS MADE OF RED SATIN
FOR PLAYBOY SHE MODELED NUDE
‘TIL HER LIFE WAS VIOLENTLY SUBDUED
AND HER NAME WAS DOROTHY STRATTEN
Copyright © Warner Baxter