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Details | Couplet | |

The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.

Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.

Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…

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She'll be loved, a modest, pure and golden Love, but hers is lust . . A teenage dream of youth today Refraining from true trust; Explosive social tendencies to Decide her right from wrong, Human instincts not so human But a technologic song- It shall hum to her desire, In another whom she'll cross; Mechanic works inside her brain, Must force her soul a loss. Such a choice yet to be made, Though no pain inside shall pass. Due to social tendencies, Yes, due to social tendencies . . His heartache be her last

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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....

Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Details | I do not know? | |

Kristin Listen!

Hello my friend,
Hope all is well
This is your bud,
'Ol tom bell
You might wish
To read this poem
"Bad Day at the Eyedoctors"
A true tom tale
And shows what a fool I be
So check it out,
And you'll see!

Details | I do not know? | |


My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu

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Big City, Big Shot Fool (Me)

A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They seemed out to prove
Smart I was not.

Big Furniture Market,
High Point, N.C.,
Invited out to dinner,
By big shot vendor....
Oh...whoop, whoop, yea!

Of course, my stuffy boss
was there,
In the next chair
At this odd restaurant...
"The Factory" it's name,
After that night,
I was never looked at the same....

Big shot, Big City....
Big Fool....
It wasn't pretty....

The menu did start
Entrees priced more
Than my annual salary
And I'm confused
There's a boiler next to me!

So this Big City Buyer,
In his $99.00 suit
Ordered a shrimp cocktail,
Oh, what a hoot!

Lights flashing....
Like Studio 54
I had no idea
What I was in for!

Got my shrimp cocktail,
Oh, I do love my shrimp!
But the lemon wedge,
Was wrapped up
My mind now a' crimp

In this decorative yellow stuff,
All fit with a bow....
How do I open it, I wondered...
I wanted to know...

But I'm a Big Shot NYC Buyer,
Sure, I've seen it all....
How dare these dumb hicks...
Have such a gall!!

I took my fork,
I took my knike....
I started trying to open
This thing like....
It meant my very life!

I was struggling,
And sweating,
And frustrated and mad
Got some of the weirdest looks
I ever have had...

These Carolina Hicks...
Out to make a fool of me...
Slowly I realized
Everyone looking at me...

My boss's eyes swollen
In shame
How dumb his young buyer
Should be in a cornfield
And call himself "Town Crier"

Eventually I learned....
This stuff was called
Ridiculous I thought...
No cheddar or swiss
Like this had I ever bought...

In silence I remained
Through the rest of my meal....
To me the biggest embarrassment
To me the biggest deal....

Big City Hot Shot Buyer...
Dumb as a farm hand.....
Put in a Manhattan restaurant...
Without but a strand....
Of what was, what wasn't
Of how, and of why...
All I wanted to do
Is to crawl under a rock
And die!

(This is true!!!)

Details | Free verse | |

In her Eyes

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.

Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.

How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.

Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.

She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.

Suddenly her husband came home, 
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.

Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.

Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Details | Senryu | |


Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 

Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

Details | Concrete | |



I am a bag of flesh and soul.
I am a figment of young and old.
I am a body of love and lust.
I am neither found nor lost.


I am A mix of cold and warmth.
I am a reflection of light and darkness.
I am a slight of linger and touch.
I am an apprentice and a master.


I am a mold of perfection and Flaws.
I am a Race of black and white.
I am a shroud of mystery and simplicity.
I am a produce of day and night.


I am a moment of confusion and clarity.
I am an agent of envy and admiration.
I am a mad man cladded in sanity.
I am a man of Justice and Corruption.


I am evolution and extinction.
I am he who shall emerge and extinguish.
I am a pillar of the life that glitters distinction.
I am a man in many for all to relinquish.

Written and edited by
Oyewole Abidemi En-classique.
Copyright protection upheld.

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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Details | Light Poetry | |

Star Trek Rules

Star Trek Rules!

It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear. 

Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives! 
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!

Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.

And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives. 

Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.

The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.

And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!

As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!

By Mike and Carol Eastman… 

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My Alien Friend

Look in to the sky above
When the night is clear
You will see something special
That is flying in the air

It looks like a space ship
Or could it truly be
An alien from outer space
That wants to come meet me

When I was a little girl
It did happen to me
An alien landed on my roof
So I went up to see

He talked a funny language
And looked a bit silly too
But I could tell he was a friend
And a friend good and true

He took me into outer space
So we could see a star
It was his home planet
We had flown quite far

There we could fly
And I had magic powers
I flew around the countryside
And played there for hours

Then it was time to go
Although this place was great
My mum and dad would worry
As it was getting late

He flew me to my bedroom
And said a long goodbye
I promised I would not be sad
But couldn’t help but cry

He said you can always see me
Just look into the sky
So this is not forever
So please don’t say goodbye

Its then that I awoke
Had it been a dream?
Was everything all imagined?
And not what I had seen?

And then I looked into the sky
And saw a streak of light
And a space ship in the distance
Fly off into the night

And behind a dim smoke trail
I could just make out what it had to say
“Don’t miss me just look up in the sky
I’m never far away”

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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

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Hello There Carrot Top

Because of a jackknifed tractor-trailer up ahead, vehicles on this highway has been stopped cold dead. The radio traffic report came on a little late. That is the reason for my ignominious fate. I had to use the highway to get to the liquor store. I ran out of beer, so I had to get some more. Therefore, I will be stuck here for quite some time. The way some people drive seems like a big crime. Wait a minute! I see a female that is sublime. She is in a little foreign job a few cars from me. This attractive redhead appears as cute as can be. Hello there carrot top! Yes, I am talking to you! Why don’t you come over here and have yourself a brew?

Details | Narrative | |

Black Pearl Pirate Ship versus Hurricane Bertha

Black Pearl Pirate Ship versus Hurricane Bertha
August 9th 2014.

Liverpool was a mighty port
New Brighton stood by Perch Rock Fort
The Black Pearl sat on Wirral sands and stone
And against Hurricane Bertha stood alone
Bertha howled and shrieked anew
A massive wind that blew and blew
Waves and tides lashed at Black Pearl 
But could not unseat this ungainly girl
Her wood and flotsam together held 
As the hurricane's fury unfurled
And threw at her all that it had 
But could not wrest Pearl from her pad
Earlier Pearls had sadly succumbed
To other winds and tides and storms
But this Black Pearl finally won
And Wirral's wonder remained undone
Noddy and his motley crew
Had taken precautions and had paid their due
And now as calm is once more restored
Everyone can get on board
Fix her up for all the kids to see
(From 2 years old to seventy)

Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest

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Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

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:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Heaven's Ghetto::::::::::::

slip n' slide white moon space cadets glide in the shine illustrious orb

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Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring

                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens

                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank


                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard

Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All

Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.


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Poetry Soup Bowl

<                                    Pallets  profusely pulsating
                                      Over organic originals
                                      Emotions enormously emerge
                                      Through trident times
                                      Relic  rejoice recant
                                      Yes yearn yourself

                                      Solid structure's sanction
                                      Open  optional opinions
                                      Understudy understand unity's
                                      Poetry's passionate's pulse

                                      Because beauty bestows
                                      Over oversights objection
                                      Widespread whispers wanted
                                      Leaving lasting longevity

Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
Poetic Picture Of Poetry Soup
G.L. All

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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate

                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes

                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night

                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it

                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark

                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back

                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate

Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All


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' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )


            His  MoonBee

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Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less

Details | Pantoum | |

Hey I Want To Play Too

<                                     office assistant she plays the role
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       foremen walk in's to her no matter
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       office assistant she plays the role

Entry For
Frank Herrera's
Sounds And Smells Contest
G.L. All

Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.

Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.

Details | Couplet | |

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams

         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      







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Vacation Work in Florida

We are going on vacation today.
Leaving for nine days to play,
At least one of us is, I say.
Me, I have to do list on display.

I don’t mind it at all, you see.
To help someone out in degree,
I love to fix everything that is me.
A workaholic is really my plea.

I get to see stepdaughter that I adore.
While we go to many places, I am sure.
New sights, faces, visiting galore,
Different choices, scenes, are my cure.

Vacations are always way to short.
I would never be happy at a resort.
I enjoy giving by gallon or quart.
Fixing things will never be distort.

I never enjoyed vacations ever at all.
But to be with my loved ones, is a ball.
My working on vacation is a call.
Rest for me will be after my fall.

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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 

Details | Free verse | |

I'm Learning

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Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All

Details | Limerick | |

Super Bowl Sunday

Statistical Sunday that starts fights
Along with bringing many delights
One simple cowhide ball
So called centralized thrall
Bringing outward competitive rights

Written for

Sponsor Royal Trevino 

Details | Haiku | |

first class nature

passive high sun shade flawless predatory eyes a happy hour dive!

Details | Rhyme | |


This is the best beer I've ever had. 
Yes, The best beer I've ever had. 
No beer is really bad, but 
This is the best beer I’ve ever had. 
Beer’s invention was accidental I’m told. 
Something about stored grain and mold. 
Before the Sphinx, beer was made and sold; 
And at times, more valuable than gold. 
Drank my first beer while serving Uncle Sam.
Got drunk on ‘33' in Saigon, Vietnam. 
By 19, I was a soldier becoming a man; 
So, I drank ‘til I didn’t give a damn. 
Since then, I’ve travelled the world all around; 
And tasted each brew that I’ve found. 
Most are named for people, animals or towns; 
And are glorious shades of gold, red or brown. 

There are pilsners, lagers and ales
Swilled from bottles, cans, mugs…even pails.
If you want to get drunk, you can’t fail.
Drink too much, you may end up in jail.
Drank Stegmaier in old Scranton town. 
Folks bragged it was the "best around“. 
I tried their Golden, their Porter, their Brown; 
And I must say, their judgement is sound. 

In Ireland, the Guinness is Stout. 
‘Tis a brew those Micks can’t live without. 
In the pubs, they all sing and shout; 
Until, eventually, they're all drunken louts.

In old Germany, there are too many to choose. 
Every Berg and Stein make their own brews. 
I tried each one on the Rhine river cruise. 
So many to taste.  How could I lose? 

I enjoyed Sapporo in Tokyo, Japan;
Served by a Geisha at the wave of my hand.
The Singh Hai in Bangkok was grand,
As was the Ninkasi in ancient Tehran.

Tried a lager called Foster’s down under. 
Drank too many.  My head pounded like thunder. 
They say Foster's once laid Dundee asunder; 
But they love it… though you may wonder. 
Enjoyed Red Stripe on Jamaican shores 
And each one tasted like more. 
A local beauty I was hoping to score; 
But next morning, my head was so sore. 
Henry Hudson’s serves Budweiser Light.
It’s weak, so you can drink it all night.
Yes, it takes quite a bit to get “tight”;
But it’s cheap and that makes it alright.   

Yes, beer is a beverage so grand, 
One of God's greatest gifts to man. 
When life gets too tough to stand,  
Just open a chilled bottle or can. 

This is the best beer I’ve ever had. 
When I arrived I was down and quite sad; 
After just two or three, life isn't so bad. 
This is the best beer I’ve ever had. 
Yes, the best beer I've ever had. 

Details | I do not know? | |


Sure it can live
No it cant feel
Something gives when the cream is real

Details | I do not know? | |


poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 

Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark

Details | Free verse | |

Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Let's Have A Party

<                                       wedding's party together
                                         leave space missing attendents
                                         brides grooms best man maids honor
                                         forget not thy rings

                                         petals strewn on red carpet 
                                         notable winks for moms dads
                                         confetti strewn high in air
                                         board open carriage

Entry For 
Dr's Ram Mehta's 
Wedding Rehearsal
Dodoitsu Contest  
GL All

Written by Katherine Stella

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Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home

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The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.

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When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather

Details | Ballad | |


Men were given total dominion
over all living things, and when
they subdued their enemy:
they were granted immortality!

Beside every great warrior of old, 
there was a strong woman of humility,
who gave him a victorious  sword;
and helped him change the course of history! 

Emperess Theodora was one of them to show adversity;
when Noka's revolt broke out:  she decided to stay,
while her hushand, Justinian, fled the city;
what an admirable act of feminity!

Beside every great warrior of old,
there seems to be a look of invincibility,
a defying moment to obtain glory;
and the cost for a golden crown is well-known!

Be the warrior of modern times, treatened by fear and fragility, 
seek out the man you were destined to be;
trust that woman who posseses internal beauty,
and beside this warrior, her courage will guide you with dignity!

Details | Tyburn | |

sunset slumber





raced to beach, parked corvette, sunset glows!
stretched out on soft blanket;allset--doze.

Dr. Ram's  Tyburn contest

Details | Pantoum | |

Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls

Details | Light Poetry | |

Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!

Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman

Details | Rhyme | |

June Bugs

It’s dusk in Texas in May 
Keeping the June Bugs at bay 
Citronella works in a way 
Creepy-crawlies more dense in the day 

Reading Kafka but only halfway 
Focus not with it today 
As the candle attracts other array 
Wish they’d get out of the way 

Reflecting on what I have done 
"Metamorphosis" not accession 
Possibly carved out more than a pun 
For others to enjoy modest fun 

Glad not to have invented the gun 
Or to have met Attila the Hun 
Had my short day in the sun 
Did nothing to force me to run 

Still have more than a quarter 
And weary of being a boarder 
Must get out from the eye of my warder 
Honestly don’t wish to court her 

My first stint here close to the border 
And my stay getting shorter and shorter 
Too many creatures for sorter 
There I will find a "Castle" of High Order

Details | Free verse | |

Endless Tree

            Endless Tree

It seemed to be an oak with tan and dark bark
The climb aloft began by moonlight with certain ease
So many branches, almost like steps, falling in the dark
Footfalls from me to up above
A red round sun met up with me at day break
I refused to stop my journey skyward
For hours I ascended to the heavens
By daylight it was obvious to see, this was not an oak
Soft leather boots pulled me up and through
Thick leaves and appendages like arms, bending at the end
Held on to me as I held on to them
And we became each other’s friend
Perhaps half way up by now, I guessed 
I had to rest as legs and strength gave out
No doubt the tree might feel the same
If only it knew how
It grew in front of me as I looked down
Bad weather changes came
After three days climbing upon more climbing
Foreign tree, rooted in the ground, elevated by wind and rain
I continued skyward having nothing better to do
About a half mile further up and on
I perceived a protrusion or perhaps a hole
A lack of sleep had drained me to the core
I took my time and it took me but slower
Beef jerky and a flask of juice were all I had
My soul was also nourished in the loft
As green yellow birds built their homes
Insects ran about up there waiting to be eaten
And the wholeness of the tree kept company 
Kept us all alert up there
No doubt by now, the tree was in its element
I finally made my way to the giant hole or room
Looking above, the timber went on for miles in the sky
The tree had held a reservation for me to sleep
So I did as it requested as its guest
Crawled right in and settled down
To take a little slumber in the lumber 
Before proceeding      

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A Korean drink called Tsongsul
Translates as “Feces Wine”
Not listed in the guide books
But locals say it’s fine
We asked a local vendor
“Could I make this at home?”
The vendor said “it’s possible
I make my very own
I bake poop in my oven
250 for 30 minutes
I use mine and my kids poop
So there’s a little of us that’s in it
Cat bones give it flavor
Ash tree calms your nerve
Soaked in a pit with alcohol
Three months and then I serve
It’s a brown and quite clear liquid
That doesn’t smell at all
Perfected over centuries
And sold in my road-side stall”
Now I didn’t say we drank it
Or described its earthy taste
But leave it to Koreans
To not waste even waste

Anyone for drinks?

Details | Haiku | |

DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.

Details | Limerick | |

Quit Wasting My Time { Edit }

<                               One by one they'll shall roll on and come
                                 Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
                                 Echoes  are acknowledge
                                 Cast across thy arched bridge
                                 Haste makes waste even for everyone

Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All

Details | Rhyme | |

John the Savage

John the Savage was overwhelmed with consternation. This “Brave New World” of London was not like the reservation. Nobody cared about their final fates as they frolicked with numerous promiscuous mates. His mother Linda died, and nobody cared. This was another factor that left him scared. Here was the total degeneration of morality. In a secluded lighthouse, he sought to be solitary. Based on the novel “Brave New World” by the late Aldous Huxley

Details | I do not know? | |


nice clothes
nice shoes
couple of girls
but i got a main boo

nice car
on 22's
lift kit on it
it's another 4in boost

hop out
see my homies
it ain't my forte
but all them smoking

big whip
car full
been drinkin since 1
n yet we still partying

fitted cap
yankee logo
girls say im fly
now they reaching for my "you know"

wake up
a hurricane went through the house
thanks mr Hugo

team liqour
super sick
i know i was texting
but dont remember this chick

she mad
im laughing
she says im an asshole anyways
i say i'm sorry but it was just another drunk day

Details | ABC | |

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  

Details | Verse | |

Carnival contest

Wild rides,
Bright costumes allure,
Like Broadway,
In hard times,
Distorted laughter echoes, 
A cheap treat for all.

Gaudy lights,
Masks with painted smiles,
In the dark,
A house of many faces,
Screams of sheer delight.

By sabina
written 8/15/11
contest: Carnival

Details | Monorhyme | |

Yodas Warning

Wish I, future could not see.
Sad I am, for what will be.
Tell you, I won’t to any degree.
Days these are, troubling to me,
Heed time, bold be, resist plea.
Changes see I, you not be free.
Jedis’ wisdom, tells just to flee.
Too win one day, falter not thee.
Honesty must keep, fall not on knee.
Afraid be, before soul is esprit.
For granted, take all things, we.
In woods standing tall like tree,
Spreading our lives in hurry,
Flowing, care without, Waves Sea,
Beyond thyself, watch for tragedy.
For benevolent Jedi, mindful of evil be.

Details | Couplet | |

Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.

Details | Free verse | |

Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in

Details | Free verse | |

Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.

Details | Couplet | |

Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...

Details | Free verse | |

Operating At Zero G

     Operating at Zero G

As cosmos coalesces with the universe
Lights out at space station four
Meteor storm exaggerated its orbit
Plunged it into brilliant dark
Surgeon lost his grip on scalpel and will to cut
As he floated from the operation
Down the hall with nothing on his mind
Patients convalesce and wave good-bye
Touched only by a will to live in space
Astronauts knew not what to do
They too spun away 
And prayed for better weather    

Details | Concrete | |

India-The Land Of Festivals

India is a land full of festivities,
Lots of relaxation to the Indians surely it gives-
Most of these are ceremony leaves -
Some are due to great men's deeds.

All direction does it cheer-East,West,North,South,
It fills with sweets every big and small mouth,
The year begins with the New Year,
Every 'life' remains busy sending cards to nears and dears.

The 26th January follows-the day of our constitution,
The Gandhi Jayanti makes us realise the power of his non-violence vision.
The Saraswati Puja Specially for the students,
During which they pray for the result in the forthcoming examinations.

15th August is the day of glory,
The Indians on the graves of sacrifice respect garlands of flory.
5th September is celebrated as the Teachers's day,
This is the day when wisdom feels proud and gay.

The Ganesh Chaturthi,The Durga puja comes with the chill in the Autumn sky,

Joy seems unlimited ,time seems to fly;
Like the enjoyment a child gets on seeing a muticoloured butterfly;
Near and dear ones return home in flights-
When the sky is rent with dazzling 'Diwali Lights'.

Soon after a month-the festival X-mas fills us with lot of fun,
It comes when the weather cools the hot sun.

These are some and there's many others-
Which make our mind light as a feather.
The written festivals are some of the noted-
But there are so many that they can't be jotted. 

Details | Ballad | |

Night's a groovy lady

Orange lights shine from street lamps, 
orange lights shine on what is paved,
Something about the tail end of our conversation 
left me feeling slightly vague. 

This car has 
Translucent windows, 
like a submarine out at sea, 
the current swallows red headlights
while exhaling shiny, tipped waves 

Looking through the rearview mirror, 
The night was staring back at me. 
She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady
Ripe with her purity. 

Reading the white lights of the city, 
I place a book mark for a rainy day. 
gliding towards the illuminated tunnel 

(traffic sounds)

Into Bustling traffic, 
and faster paced people,     
I never considered cigarettes, 
until I washed up,
 onto this flickering scene.  

Sirens sound, 
Traffic skates, 
strangers smile and frown. 

got myself a traveling circus, 
of people I call friends. 

Funny how little flares of imagination 
send us shooting to the stars-

(party sounds)

like banging of pots and pans
The ruckus in the room, 
has me bouncing off the walls

Police Officers, 
neon green tuxedos-  
Penny Lane.  
we are all just here tonight, dancing, 
along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life.  

we are all just here tonight dancing- 
like sunlight touching diamonds, 
we are dancing   

Funny how little flares of imagination, 
send us all stringing along.

Details | Quatrain | |

All The Way Live


                                      So we're on the brink of a new weekend;
                                       And I'm ready for the guests to arrive.
                                          Come Friday everything will begin;
                                                  Let's go all the way live.

                                                     ©2014 Honestly JT

Details | Rhyme | |

Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip

Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 

Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.

Details | Rhyme | |

Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman

Details | Imagism | |


I’d rather be found,
on top a mountain
to see a landscape,
no artist could paint.

I'd rather be seen 
in clear blue water,
warmed by the equator,
no pool can imitate.

I want to sail oceans,
me against Poseidon.
to fly like Icarus,
and sore into the blue.

But I am Tantalus,
trapped by my own chains,
my wings are burning,
and I drown.

Details | Verse | |

Love it

I love it when you're kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs
Passion slowly increasing
breathing deeper
Gaining momentum for the moment 
that draws nearer
Now you're whisperin in my ear
Temperature's rising
moaning, grinding
my body to the rhythm of each 
Enjoying kisses with your tongue on 
my neck
While creating secrets between us 
that manifest
into beautiful stories of lust and 
Unafraid to confess 
Rivers flow
The scent of the pheremones 
The beat that the song's on
Tuned in to your passion 
I’m feeling it’s time to make this happen
Finally releasing fear and stress
through pure emotion and love 
Freedom from hurt and distress
I love it when you’re kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs...

Details | Light Poetry | |

Drinking from the Baby Bottle

Holidays come and holidays go, but the grocery store is a war zone.
You got to get there fast… or Honey you’re just plain out of luck!
My diabetic hubby drinks caffeine free diet soda and what luck…
You know the ones he takes to work... Only the little bottles are left…
I knew I was truly sunk when the 3rd store was just the same.
So as lunch came around, my manly man’s manly sized lunch came out.
But everyone became quiet and laughed as the baby sized bottle came out.
Everyone was laughing as my hubby drank it down.
Then he held it up and said “In your diapers” as everyone laughed around.
And to everyone’s surprise he pulled another one out from his lunch…
This time there was applause as he drank that sucker down.
Today was his day to entertain.
Tomorrow it’ll be someone else’s to claim.
Thank goodness his sense of humor… is worthy of acclaim…

Details | ekphrasis | |

American Gothic { Picture Poems}

After noticing a small white house
this painter decided that it would look
fancy if someone would live in it too
so using his sister Nan and his dentist 
Dr. Byron Mckeeby this colonial print 
is mimicking 19th century Americana
And to think that they were never even standing
in front of the house they had been painted separatley

Grant Wood 1930
Americian Gothic

The Art Institute Of Chicago

Entry For Brian Strand's Ekphrasis

Details | Blank verse | |

Adventure In The Outdoors

Paddling, struggling, striving,
We're canoeing and living.
Camping, hiking, sleeping,
We'll be journeying and dreaming.
Eating, singing, lifting,
We are having an adventuring.
Paddling, leaving, packing,
We're going and floating.
Arriving, accomplishing, celebrating,
We'll be returning, our homecoming.
Remembering, wishing, thinking,
We will be having lasting memories.

Details | Verse | |

Hail and Ice

It Hails
Beautifying Winter
My Nails
Ice in the Center

Oh no
Damn what nonsense
And Yes
Have the License

So Lead
With cars To 
roads of speed
And trees
What snowflake
and Breeze

Oh So cold
Ice in the winter
I'm so bold
Out in the Center

& Outdoors
Tremble like that
Icy Floors
With Classmate

There fall flakes
and I fetch them
Whatever takes
I may catch them

So come on everyone
Freeze your blood
To this wintry one
And Snowflake ton

Details | Lyric | |

Lies Become Life

These are my scars
And I know they haven't gotten me far
But it's complicated
And this is who I am to be

They say everything happens for a reason
Well I have two cents worth a dime
To say nothing good about that line

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

This is how I choose it to be
It's the closest I am drowning to be free
And just leave me and let me see

Theres only one way to get it all away
I will stop at nothing and think it all off
Just play that beat and watch me hit the wall

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

I won't let you down
And hit the floor
There's apart of me thinking,
I can't do this anymore

I'm truly convinced
That telling you this lie
Will make it the truth in my life

I wont let us down
I'll keep my guard around
And watch my head hit the door
Am bound to fall down
My tears hit the floor
As I lay down
I know I ain't coming back for more

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

Details | Rhyme | |

may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)

Details | Terza Rima | |


Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.

Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.

Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.

Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.

Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!

While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved; 
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.

Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent, 
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.

Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light; 
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and's a virtue which diminishes their pride. 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Sonnet | |

Gone Too Far

That’s not my elephant, officer, though she is pink.
She is right in front of your vehicle sir, I think.
Not too big, but not too small, her name is Ella.
I would say she likes to carry her pink umbrella.
I bet those second graders can see her just fine.
Yes, officer, I bet that they never drank any wine.
So to say, she is not there, will start some fights.
So remember that my faith is in the bill of rights.
She dances so fine around, around over the lot.
Upon tips of her toes, she cannot smoke pot.
However, she can eat spaghetti, with meatballs hot,
She loves to slurp, and swing the noodles in trot.
Don’t you see her now, over on top of that car?
Well, sir, you’re under arrest, you’ve gone too far.

Written for

Sponsor Matt Caliri 
Contest Name That's Not My Elephant 

Details | Didactic | |

Advice For Women Regarding Men

            Advice For Women Regarding Men

Check your man to see if he has teeth
If he has more than one and lots of money
He’s the one
The same goes for hair
If he has one strand, he is your man, so reel him in 
A solid posterior and nice biceps are good for exercise and sex
The best thing about a man is not his size
It is his eyes, (or is it wallet?)
The man with a car trumps a bicycle rider every time when dating 
Beware of men who love their mothers way too much
Momma’s boys are toys that have no gender
If you have a man, keep him from fire hydrants
Never let him talk to strangers or girls with names 
Make him lift the toilet seat
Tell him it builds muscles and that he’s sweet
Walk him on the pavement by a leash, not on the lawn
Men will pee on anything that breaths or lives in nature
Remember, men are masturbators
With other nasty habits, too numerous here to mention
So give your man a beer.  That is my best advice
Check him daily for fleas and ticks and lice
Before you kiss good night 

Details | Verse | |

Taking A Magic Carpet Ride

Come one come all hurry do not hide
 I want you to come along on a magic carpet ride
 Cap in hand, sit don't stand
 We'll whisk away to our favorite land
Andrea Dietrich sit for a spell
 I will tell you now my magic tale
 Of days of adventure on foreign sands
 Left in wonder to what is at hand
Open our imaginations and figure out how to steer
 And then how to fly this rug or buy some beer

Ruth Courtney- Magic Carpet Ride Contest

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light. "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze. "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like, "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.

Details | Ballad | |













Details | Haiku | |

The Concert~

under summer sun
rocking melodies rumble
bottles lay empty

Details | Alliteration | |

Morning Mousie

‘Morning, mousie in the housie
Puss’s got the munchies
For yummy little crunchies –
You’d best be on your way

Rev ‘em up, your little pawses,
Cat’s relentless, never pauses
It’s just his nature and that’s because he’s
Been cravin’ mousie-pie all day

Little mouse, I’ve got a hunch
Puss-cat thinks your name is lunch
He’ll reduce you to a furry bunch
Of gristle, bones and clay

So, little rodent, if you’re smart
You’ll get yourself a good head-start
Pussie’s got his feline heart
Set on eating after play

Details | Rhyme | |


Take me by the hand
Come with me to this far away land.
Where life as we know it comes to an end.let

We journey back in time
To a place that lives only in our minds.
Where the light shines so bright that it blinds.

The feelings of love ignite.
Let your mind lose control and take flight.
Begin this journey with me to Wonderland.

We travel hand in hand,
Without judgement, together we unite,
Without fear, we join for just one night.

The feeling of peace in the air,
Forget about worries,
Life without care.
Let the music take you there.
Move your feet to the rythym of the beat
Lose control for just one night.

Journey with me through Wonderland
A place never to forget.
Wonderland lives on tonight.
In my dreams, 
I close my eyes and look towards the light.

Details | Lyric | |

You're Such a Tease (Revised)

It was late at night 
And out of the corner of my eyes
I could see your body going to the beat
Swaying back and fourth grinding to the heat

All the eyes where on you stripping you down 
With drinks in their hands starring at your curvy ass
You’re just throwing it around and teasing them on
they look like horn dog puppies following you round

you’ve got that motion
you’re such a tease
moving like a snake tongue in the breeze
cause’ your looking for one to fill the fire

They couldn’t keep up ‘cause they were drunk
guys lining up and dancing around up on the balcony looking down
everyone was trying to steel a feel
a flashing mirrored ball made it surreal

each time a guy tried you just shook your finger no
you’d smile and grin wearing that short body skin  
Licking your lips and throwing your hips 
you new what you were doing just playing the game.

you’ve got that motion
you’re such a tease
moving like a snake tongue in the breeze
cause’ your looking for one to fill the fire

Details | Rhyme | |

It's Friday

<                                         Is It Friday Yet ?
                                            Yea ~ You Bet

                                            Just Got Paid
                                            Now Want To Get Laid

                                            7 ~ 3
                                            Good Golly

                                            Boss On  Ass
                                            Like Sharpel Of Glass

                                            Phones Ringing Off Wall
                                            Everybody And Their Mother Calls

                                            Fix This Fix That
                                            Phone I just Want To Splat

                                            Tic Tock Tic Tock
                                            Goes Slow On Dam  Clock 

                                           Thursday  -  Monday
                                           All I want To Say

                                            Is It Friday Yet
                                            And No I Can't Afford A Dreamy Jet

                                            So As The Saying Goes
                                            I'll Just Keep Crossing My Fingers And Toes

Entry For
Joe Flach's
In Other Words Contest

My Inspiration 
Is It Friday Yet ?  LOL
G.L. All

Details | Grook | |

I'm A Chump

<                                        emphasis of labor day

                                        symbolic's end of summer

                                        picnics and parades display

                                     American workers get chummier

Details | Couplet | |

I do not know what tomorrow will bring

I do not know what tomorrow will bring
But today, oh today, just let us sing

Songs of life and all its creative potential
We are spirits born of something truly transcendental 

In the world, not as one, together we all live
We feel the pain, we feel the joy; we take and we give

Some are bad, some are worse, but we share the same soul
To see past form, the transparency of life, some strive for this goal

We are alive, not then and there, but here and now
But perception blinds us; only seeing what it will allow

We have so much more locked deep inside
We mustn’t be afraid, we have nothing to hide

For all hopes and sins are shared; part of the human condition
If we do not strive to grow, we will fight a war of endless attrition

Arrested development; so much potential gone unnoticed
We live in our habits and regret moments missed

If we go inside and nurture that strength
We can be calm in the storm, no matter the length

Discover what brings this out of you
Because it’s through action that makes this true

Details | Rhyme | |

Our politicians

Our Politicians
They speak like politicians
And hold a great ambition.
They think they are right
And same speech they recite.
They always gather for a bite
Deciding who should start the fight.
All have their own stations
To be the victims of cremation.
They gather their own crowd
Who cheer and clap to any sound.
They think they are right
Only here for a bite.
They speak like Aristo
And act like Montecristo!
They smoke big cigars
And all drive tinted cars.
They dress in glitter
And all have Twitter.
They act so polite
But hardly can write.
Always in action
Only during the election.
To make a collection
Or a connection.
O What a time you feel like 
Committing a crime.

For a brief background about this poem, pls, read the poem (Beirut).

Details | Free verse | |


these are not desperate times, these are times for contribution 
you are devoid of current circumstance 
and lacking in any forward motion 
if you are looking for more than less 
take any leftover position 
and turn it toward your command 
that is your accomplishment now 
that is your stand 

Details | Free verse | |


Two young ones brought together into an orbit left to spin.
They fought recklessly forever wanting to be right and to win.
Two young children growing up secretly holding in the night.
While every one knew they circled endlessly in their plight.
Never leaving orbit like sharks they did swim.
Both fighting the attraction, while waiting for it to end.
They left, came back, and left, forever, yet again.
With time they slowly grew up, held tight in the spin.
Then one finally woke up and knew his way that day.
Stopping the childish games, he found he couldn’t circle and stay.
Finally, he left the circle and went to her straight away.
But his frustrations made him bite the other badly as he walked away.
Then he left vowing to never come back to this bend.
But the wind breathed ” Go Back. Go Back. Don’t let her get away again.”
“Go back. Go back. You must make her yours today.”
But she was still caught in the spin and the same old ways.
But her circle now looked to others to add to the spin.
So he sat down to wait as her circle went on again.
But the spin didn’t include him as number one any more.
He knew any moment the circle would lose it’s hold and there would be dawn.
When she realized he’d stopped spinning, and was trying to hold her close.
They would be together if they learned to dance this time back and forth.
They would be together if her, he could quietly hold.
It would take more than presents, only patience and a heart of love and gold.
She would have to forgive, to make things right again.
But his leaving words had quite a bite, and held them still apart.
So they went back to spinning as he slowly sought her heart.
The one he had broken and so deeply torn apart.

Details | Free verse | |

The Guardian of the Morning Light

The Guardian of the Morning Light,
Creeps out of his little space warm and soft.
No one will waste that precious morning light.
Our little fur ball will see to that.
Oh ye of little sleep… 
Give up the covers or ye will weep.
The door becomes his drums, 
To announce the morning rays of the sun.
He wakes the dogs up to whine and pace, 
Eventually they will lick our face.
The window curtains will begin to part till they…
Shower our faces and eyes with light… not soft.
Then the bed begins to shake…
As everyone begins the climb to our face.
But the secret weapons are about to come in.
The kitty has awoken the little children.
Cold feet assail us as they climb in place.
The dreams of a cuddle are now replaced…
But tomorrow will be another day
If I could only find a place to keep him at bay.
ZZZ’s are the treasure of days gone by…
But the future is richer with all these guys.

Now, if only, the Guardian of Light will be polite
And give us one more minute of sleepy respite…

Details | Rhyme | |

come home (last verse)

its to late to squash this beef
I got my heat
I creep across the street
to delete this creep

he use to be my man before this beef evolved
it's funny how friendship dissolve

My quick attempt to get the draw he saw
as I drew he drew a Mexican stand off

And I know I should have squooze
but instead I froze
visions of us riding big wheels at 4 years old

flooded my mind
the same  time tears flooded my eyes
thinking we could be the cause of each others demise

baffled by this irony as I looked in his eyes
together we escaped death more than a dozen times

as I stood there frozen 
over come with emotion
watching the rest of the scene play out in slow motion

his hammer tapped the bullet followed by an explosion
I felt an intense pain as my flesh tore open

I dropped with a thud before the blood start rolling
two shots escaped from the weapon I was holding

his chest caught them both
I heard him gag and choke
he's holding on but he's close
to the end of his rope

me Im cold,scared and shaking knowing there's no hope
dam ! even in this beef we will still die close
and as I felt death approach to claim us both
a angel came and sang the closing notes

                                 the last vers from come home

Details | Free verse | |

Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.

Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Motivation

Here and there life is everywhere 

Listen the noise what the birds are making there

Just open your visions and set the missions

Feel near as happiness here

Details | Sonnet | |

Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Milroy Farm

Milroy Farm
William L. Moore
William McCracken Milroy

Sitting in my Deer stand
Upon my Uncles land
Feel the simple breeze
As it whispers through the trees

Waiting for the Deer
Not a single hint of fear
Hear the leaves rustle
In all of the bustle

As they encroach
The closer they approach
It’s really really strange
As they cross the range

As you hear the gun go CRACK
I may have hit his back
He stumbles gently away
And falls where he may lay

I must wait until he dies
Let alone through the cries
I am through with the season
Since I have accomplished my reason

Uncle Bill I thought of you when
I wrote this and wanted to make
Sure that you got it
William Lewis Moore

Details | Verse | |

Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 


Details | Rhyme | |

KiddieKat Crawl

Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"

Details | Free verse | |

nothing ever will

touched your name
tapped a keypad
and frog-like-lilly-leaps
found me
fly-like with
after so strong a bound

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Vacation Play ... '

Calypso, Bèlè, Limbo,  Reggae
And a Pool Boy, Called Lonny Ray
Margarita and Coolers, by The Bay
All With Umbrellas at Seaside Café’

Like Caribbean Pirates, Taking A Chance
Shaking Our Lala, Wining-Dance
Vacation Adventure, Love-Romance
Worth Every Penny of Check-Advance

Barbados, Tobago, Jamaica, Fun
Songs, Soca, Sand, Surf and Sun
Float To The Bar, in Another Run
Frozen Daiquiri, Screwdrivers, Coke and Rum

Xylophone, Steel Guitar, Cymbals, Steel Drums
Almost, Made Us, Want To Be Beach Bums
When Asked, Were We Happy, We Did Come ? …
… Yeah Mon,   Yeah Mon,   Yeah Mon,   Yeah Mon !

Details | Free verse | |


If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind.
Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time.
You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind.
The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind.
We would travel the world in blissful sin.
You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine
Like diamonds and jade. 
And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home.
So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while
You’d be the man. 
Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me,
Your girl, I’d never recognize your game. 
And you’d win.
My soul would end and we’d form into one,
Blind to misery and in fear of the gun.
Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search
Of a past nowhere to be found.
trapped in a life I never chose,
Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose.
Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.

Details | Verse | |

Fill Er' Up - Holiday Office Party Ideas

Fill Er' Up - Holiday Office Party Ideas

   To give out Scratch Off 's,

     To give out Gift Cards,  

      will please them fine.

 Just put these items in a Pinata, 

    and have a swinging time!

   Then comes musical chairs,
        and singing Karaoke;
    and you can even tell some
        hilarious little  jokees !

       Now play the game,

 "Are You Smarter than a 5Th Grader."
   It can make your party so much better!
      Yet, it's your choice, but choose a 
competition where all can have a voice.

   Now, you have some choices here,
   to make your party more hearty!

         Copyright McCuen 2008

Details | Etheree | |

Panic Delete

Is strong
Grips your soul
Tingles your skin
Embeds in your mind
Though it can be beaten
If you confront it head on
You must do it with a true friend
That has not the same terror as you
Only then may you be freed from nightmare

Details | Imagism | |

Omlet - or - The Taming of the Screwball

      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
      cast of characters:
      Julius Caesar
      A Roman Teenaged Kid
      A Roman Guard
      A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
      A bunch of Roman Senators
   Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
   "Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
   "Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
   Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
   Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
   "Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
   Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
   "Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
© Ron Wilson

Details | Free verse | |

Festi and Fireworks

Zurrieq Festa our destination
Driving off late into the night
Over terrible roads, chasing islanders
All worth it to see the sight.

The church golden and brightly lit
Shining out for all to see
Bunting and stalls lining the streets
Everywhere people, excitement is building
Bands lining up to be heard as they march.

Suddenly it's midnight!

Melodic sounds keep time with fireworks
Each display more impressive than the last
Whirling and twirling freely on posts
Physics at the base of their design
As beauty shines through in the colours and patterns
Hands clapping, people cheering, part of the moment.

Details | Couplet | |

Putrefying Overthrow

I plan my murderous ways deep within my mind.
She is ruthless and demeaning and so unkind.
Telling no-one of my prearranged scheme today,
No-one that can discuss this deed in anyway,
She is uncanny, mysteriously, skulking in house.
I despise her fortitude making me her mortal louse.
She deserves this death a thousand times more.
She has traveled from this place and that store.
Shopping and traveling with a hunger unknown.
She is destroying my castle and taking my throne.
A widow stumbling upon me, not once but twice,
Her planned arrangement, slightly at any price,
Our merger won by nature’s fortitude and design.
Coupled in society we had lived in life so fine.
She was about to meet the end, my perfect crime.
Our unity really forbidden, calibrated in time.
This murder will never be traced back to me.
No-one knew she existed, a complete mystery.
Poison my choice for destruction for my lady.
An agonizing painful death for Mrs. O’Grady,
She was a female that held a gratified divider.
My prey and murdered victim was a spider

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Susan Burch 
Contest Name Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts 

Details | ABC | |



As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.

By Tom Zart


Details | ABC | |

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

Details | Narrative | |

A Town Made Of Happy


When you’re feeling low and don’t know where to go.
   I know a place where love just grows and grows and grows.
A place called Sappy Mountain in the town of Get And Go.
    Troubles there just melt away like the morning snow.
Smiling faces greet you with the morning light.
    Happy songs are all they play morning noon and night.
They have a sign outside their town.
     This town they say was built by clowns.
There are funny looking cars of every size and shape.
    Houses painted candy colors make up this great escape.
It truly takes your breath away, it’s such an awesome place.
    A smile is all you ever see it’s painted on their face.
Of all the cities in the world this one takes the cake.
    It’s full of love and happiness and none of it is fake.
So if you’re ever down our way won’t you come on in.
    I’m sure you’ll love the stay at our Magic Inn.
Only happy people reside there, come but leave your care.
    No money here will be found only love that people share.
Two hugs and a handshake is the price you pay here for a meal.
    And with the tip it still adds up to quite an awesome deal. 
Come on down and bring a friend.
    For Happy is the way of life it’s not some passing trend.

Details | Quatrain | |

Tall Tales

With muse in hand I must come up with great stories
That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption
free verse sonnet haiku or just stopping on by
I'm sure that there's something you may find very interesting

Tribute To Writers Here At

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's
Poulter's Measure
GL All

Details | Free verse | |

Days Gone By

    She stands upon the castle tower,
long ebon locks caught by a playful wind.
Green eyes gaze across the court yard,
at the first fingers of dawn touching the horizon.
She espies two small clouds of dust,
one from the east and the other from the west,
growing larger as they draw near the castle.
Even now she can see her two suitors approach.
One ,wearing all black,a void
stealing all the light ,
as a thief might take the rays of the sun.
She smiles ,and the other,
Dressed in the purest silver,
agleam in the suns rays.
The Black Knight will ask for her hand.
 He will stay out with the boys at the pub drinking,
then wenching,beat her,and never treat her as a lady.
The Silver Knight will ask for her hand.
He will hold open doors for her,
bring flowers to her,show kindness,
and treat her like a princess.
Once again she smiles ,
this is no decision.
She will choose her Silver prince,
to be treated as a lady ,as any woman would wish.
She runs to the stairs leading down,her last thoughts
why would any woman not wish to be treated as a lady?
Why would any man mistreat one of God's greatest gifts?

                               Where have the days of chivalry gone.          

Details | Quatrain | |


Conjure me a time when I 
Was happy to believe
‘fore rules and complications
Filled with smog my birthday eve
Set the table ring the bell
For all to take their place
And time machine with me back to
The edge of memories long erased
Serve me up on paper plates
And help the candles blow
Soothe the hunger pains with joyous
Innocence we used to know
Tell of bedtime stories
Grant a blow afar for wishes kissed
Pray a blessing on the ones 
Whose presence we so sorely miss
Whistle in remembrance as
We take our turns to reminisce
Though life is short we take the time
To sympathize oblivious
Eventful is the journey next
Forever onto future realms
Unknown to each and all of us
The light that overwhelms

Details | I do not know? | |

Camping grounds

Here lay the cabins, neatly lined in a row. Here lies the forest, surrounding us head to toe as we roast marshmallows and giggle as we eat smores, telling old horror stories passed down from generation to generation. The camp bells blare early in the morning all around the camp grounds signaling us off into the lake, the lake, the lake, the lake. Sounding us off into the dazzling lake.

Details | Narrative | |

Rainbow People Let the Gods Fight Their Own War

(To My Proud Daughters of a Man-made World)
We shift shapes and shades all day long
Happy or sad we cleanse our souls with a song. 
Together we sat giving company, counting crows,
The rhythm of our lives echoed in the shore.
We are the rainbow people known to all;
We answered the world to its beck and call.
Then came the fateful day, mighty and dark
We set out on a mission - a journey to embark.
We dreamt of a butterfly dream, soulful and bright
But the passage to heaven was out of sight.
Our glorious land was ravaged by the gods,
We lost our sight and calculated the odds.
Hunger and stupor became our hosts
We were defeated, but all is not lost.
The wind fails to favor our sail, our spirits encumber
In the land of lost we were outnumbered. 
The soul shifts in the endless tyranny of life
Wicked wisdom cuts us through like a knife. 
The golden gate was rusty, the eyes wander for shade 
We marked the silver lining with our rotten blade.
So long my sweet angels I bid thee well
We spread to prosper but I cannot tell.
We are the sisters of a mother’s womb
Until the day we rest on a solitary tomb.
We burned the sacred books to get rid of the cold,
To the world that is yet to come – We are the mold.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Distance From the Liberty Bell

To the right of the screen, we see another ad. This place in Pennsylvania is pushing something bad. Seeing so many folks playing at this house makes me sad. They say it is twenty-five minutes from the Liberty Bell. For most people, it is a twenty-five minute drive to hell. When those patrons go and wager at a machine or table game, the end result is usually empty pockets and shame. Do those gullible individuals think they will all hit a jackpot? They should keep dreaming; for the house will take all they’ve got. The place started as a track for betting on horses. Now there is a casino to take even more of player resources. A few gamblers may get lucky, but the majority of them won’t. If you cannot afford to lose what you’ve got, then don’t.

Details | Free verse | |

The gentleman

The world turns 
under the kick-me-off shoes 
of a man in summer-rolled, khaki pants 
and turned up sleeves 
that allow gentle 
hands to settle 
in pockets with no money 
Hands that pass through disheveled hair 
to rest below a well worn smile 
on the only shadow of his day. . . 

. . .his chin

Details | Couplet | |

Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.

Details | Personification | |

Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

Details | Quatrain | |


young buck, half buck, maybe two buck duo
maybe troubled like infamous Dutch painter
maybe a whole gang'a bucks that you know 
shakin' cans for markin' their container

a mark of art - some meaty graffiti
you see it's in the eye of the beholder
some show as crass trash junkin' thinkin'
some show as true talent a bit bolder

tag lines, Graffito, in muraled center-city
socio-arterial politico feigned angry, witty
truth's not pristine, it's dirty and gritty
walled-up feelings sprayed out upon the city

been runnin' the rails since the rails converged
been runnin' in streets since ancient antiquity
been runnin' since peoples opinions diverged
been runnin' thoughout civilization's calligraphy

there's been ugly crap - there's been beauty
there's been lies lined up on concrete walls
there's been tags behind corner cops on duty
there's graffiti hanging in the MoMA art halls

ever'body's got som'thin' they wanna say
ever'body wants their ideas to have weight
ever'body really wants to have their own way
ever'body's clean-slatein' with urge to create

Bomb the wall with eight cans o' Rustoleum
like Jef Aérosol, Avoid pi, and Cha in Barcelona
Bomb it good t' let 'em know where you're from
picture your mind floatin' with that aérosol aroma

so, is it some peoples art of expression
or is it an eyesore with no merit to us
that conversation is a never-ending question
really depends on tags you put on it, I guess

© Dave Lego 2013-01-14

Details | Monorhyme | |

Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun

Tribute To Poe

Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest

Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …

Details | Free verse | |

The Road Unknown

Lustre pictured way; known and unknown new.
Intertwined branching and long straight view.
Branching been my way to married from crazy youth.
Long straight road takes my mind; find its truth.

Grasses and thorns created fears and hesitations.
For branching one's safe, no troubles and desperation.
Crowded lions might be waiting; devour my lone spirit.
Afraid not to reach home; rest with merit.

With fear I walked the road, trials been gladly faced.
The difference been discovered, hesitations been erased.
Firm thorns all bow down, gave their praises .
I who been afraid, again walked the way of thorns and grasses.

Details | Blank verse | |


Twenty-four hours of pure silence
Time devoid of human speech and sound
When a word is not uttered
A day in the world of profound dumbness
The tongue, the teeth and lips
Observe a break of twenty-fours hours
 The ears hear 
The rhythm of the air, water and fire
And enjoy the lyrics of the birds
With the rhythmical dance of the trees and plants
Gossips, rumors and curses took flight
Deceit lies and tongue wagging expelled
Splits and spits of the tongues avoided
World’s day of quietude and tranquility
A day of inner communication
When the deep calls to the deep
And people transits the limits of spoken words
Into perceptions and intuitions 
Birthing profound thoughts and ideas 
As each make contact with the inner person
A day without speech
How beautiful, how priceless!
Oh! How I long for that day!!

Details | Couplet | |

It's The Beauty Inside That Counts

Beautiful people
Under God's steeple

Just reach out
Stomp Holler Shout

Let one know
They're Loved So

Inspirations Aspirations
Show Em Representation

Tell Em their doing a great job
Never call them a big fat slob

Lend them your ear
Help wipe their tears

Illuminate their thoughts
Help them with their sought

Open new doors
Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors

Spare a dime
For you commuted no crime

Break bread if you must
For in God we trust

So beautiful people shine on
Come join all in this Heavenly bond

Details | Couplet | |

Get A Rope

Gun slinger
    Matt Zinger

Dressed in black
     Didn't come back

High Noon
    Was Doomed

Quick Draw

Got A Rope
   Hung that dope

Undertaker Called
    Dead Body Hauled

Poured the whisky
     From Junction 60

Dead Man's Trail
  Where slingers failed

Details | Concrete | |

The Quill

                                                Page Seeking Life                   
                                         Blank                      Exploring           
                                    This                      Peace 
                                  Beyond                        The
                               Alone                    World
                             Travel      Joy      Unknown
                            Night      The     Letting      
                            And       Feel        Others
                          Day        To            See
                          You                Using
                             Like      Silvery    
                             Just  Quill


Details | ABC | |

Think About It You Can Count On

Think about it you can count on your mom and dad to take care of you,but is both 
parents there
The bus driver is supposed to pick you up for school but what if he didn't come

Waking up tomorrow but tomorrow isn't promised today

Cars to stop at a red light but some intoxicated, high, insane person might not 
want to stop

What I'm saying is don't count on anyone but yourself

Details | Narrative | |


I wandered around for years
in odds and ends
not knowing what to do with myself
unchartered territory just waiting for me
to discover
undecided in which way to go
open road to freedom
impulsive escape driven 
by extremes in nature
erratic in behavior
in the spur of the moment running away
from the mundane routine of existence.

A change of pace from everyday rat race
always in a hurry to get ahead
on the highway of life
searching for a new scenic route
through small towns and quaint little shops
worth exploring along side streets
with windows rolled down
music blasting out loud
enjoying the view of the countryside
a smile on my face feeling free
from the city lights of shades drawn in boredom.

Details | Couplet | |

A Winters Walk

A winter’s walk may sound cold and unexciting.
Would you believe it can be so warm and inviting?
Indeed the beauty that is seen can warm you inside.
Not just the bright scene of snow, bringing pride.
Take the fresh smells that surround season’s glory.
Each step that you take brings forward a story.
Remembering childhood play, snowball fights you won.
Sled riding with friends to see who could be number one,
When your spirit and mind recalls adventures of past,
Angels shall fly overhead and fulfill your soul fast.
Let’s bundle ourselves go for a walk along this lane.
Knowing sweet hot cocoa waits, within our domain.

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name A Winter Couplet  

my choice topic
2)a winter's walk
  Couplet--- Acrostic

Details | Free verse | |

jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet

Details | Ode | |

Nigerian Africa

 From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome! To the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
Den of fiercest lions and colourful gazelles
Ours is the blazing sun, golden in the horizon
Rains in seasons in the rainforest
Wildest plantations, lush vegetations

The mighty oaks, cedars, and irokos
Our is the heights, the pinnacles
Kilimanjaro, a supral-archectrural piece
Olumo, a refuge, a fortess and a stronghold
The towering Zuma rocks, Idanre hills, and the Mambilia plateau

Ours is the depth, the length
The Nile, the Niger, aquatic splendour
The riches of the earth depth, oil diamond and gold

To us belong the ageless heritages, a living culture
The talking drums, the festivals and the dances
Ours are fashion and style, regal and noble, 
Batik, adire, kente, Ankara and aso-oke
And flowing African milk, palmwine, burukutu
Ogogoro, kunnu, fura de nunu.

And to us the millennium bestowed
Welcome to Africa, the motherland Nigeria. 

Details | Haiku | |

The Snare~

Roma  lassies dance
charming the robust to feast~
pickpockets count gold

Details | Free verse | |

The Summer Scene

Glistening skin,
Rays beating me from pale to bronze,
Slathering sun serum to push away,
Every beaming UV ray,
Rising earlier to start my day,
Humble me,
Find bliss by water,
Cruise from music to music,
Shower me with the beats,
Summertime is how we live.

Details | Sestina | |


When a teen disobeys,
innocence becomes insolance,
but malice is caused by exernal influence;
banners with explicit sexual indulgence,
conversations with obscene words
and gestures that can offend passerbys.

There are signs that can detect
any danger, watch the sexy way they dress:
tight clothing and that glamorous look
so irrisistable and provoking; and it
may not go unnoticed, and some teasers
even approve of it...adding to their lustful taste.

Even before modern times left their indecent mark,
these teens had a plan to run from home,
hop on train or bus and head for the big cities; 
and on those thriving sidewalks, the predators 
wait and they know how despair can turn into need,
an urgent need to eat and sleep.

Beautiful children, why do you constantly disobey,
and refuse to listen to your parents and elders,
who were raised in kindness, respect and dignity? 
Innocent children, before that delusional fantasy
steals away more irreplaceable dreams...ask yourselves:
shouldn't a dream, such as yours, be trashed? 

Unpack your back-packs and stay in a wam environment,
before silly thoughts become your biggest fear
and you will follow them to their destructive end...
not ever feeling any absence of the parental heart,
where there is a happy home you don't consider 
the greatest place to nurture love with loving cheer. 

When a teen disobeys,
love loses its profound defination...
as its pure essence is taken away by the rampant indignation
of an embittered truant: cursing, mocking justice,
stealing to feed bad habits, and in doing so they allow grief
to overcome joy, and replace it with a tragic death.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

      Was  He


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks

Details | Free verse | |

Catch the Drift

Steal a bit of me.
Because I'm handing out precious treasures 
In return for love.

Don't believe, 
Just carry on
Through the pain
The confusion,
And the rain that burns in your eyes. 

I get lonelier
And emptier,
I think. 
But emptier still.
There's no magic eraser
To wipe out my unknown existence
And the scars.
And the screams,
There's no magic eraser.

Drift like a corpse
In the sea that's the world
Till you sink to the bottom
Or get devoured by the monsters
Flesh-hungry monsters.
There's no magic wind
Coming to take you to the sky
Where those angels look down and smirk.

So carry on. 
Move on. 
Till you get your strength. 
Hold on to this.
There's beauty the in abyss too,
Barren as it is.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry



                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked

Tribute To Halloween   

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Standing in Cairo market
streets bustling
horns honking
ball throwing
heat simmering
the melting pot.
in between
ancient and modern
sellers market
wares and bargain
prices over jewels and silks
fruits and vegetables.
Something about Cairo
City Triumphant.

Sipping espresso at a near
by cafe in the 
center of the bazaar.
Camels traded and sold
tips given by the owners.
Fine linens and silks
bangles and jangles of silver
copper, and gold jewelry.
Ceramics and glass jars
of all shapes and sizes.
Beautiful intricate artisanship,
music floats from the
music shops.

21st century effectual Pharaohs walk the
streets admiring the wares.
Where I have Paris on the Nile it
still runs cool to the touch.
Ancient Gates remain.
Cities of the Dead still hold their
legends with no refrain.
I see a silk scarf I have to 
have a bangle or two and
some espresso for the road.
The jewel of the orient
holds her beauty well.

Details | Ballade | |

Hidden Knives

You look, but do not see.  In your desire,
   You miss the depth of distance in my face.
My form you unabashedly admire --
   Black leather fitted tightly, free of lace.
You follow close behind me, keeping pace,
   Not knowing that your sentiments I lack --
Not knowing I would place you on the rack,
   And bring to light your silent, inner drives.
The darkness deepens; you should hurry back --
   For in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Weird whispers in an alleyway inspire.
   You reach with hypothetical embrace,
A madman's shadow, seeking to acquire;
   But in my hand I hold a can of mace --
For pretty words are fair and fit to chase,
   Yet words alone are empty, cold, and slack --
And so I tense, and wait for the attack.
   Through watchful solitude each soul survives,
But in my mental armor is a crack;
   So in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Perhaps you deal in danger -- death for hire --
   To see my spirit gone without a trace;
Or do you sense the hidden gypsy-fire
   That makes my heartbeat pulse and pound and race?
Perhaps your soul is full of peace and grace,
   An angel off the pure and beaten track.
Perhaps I am your prey -- a luscious snack --
   The hunted meat defeated, though it strives,
That you would carve to pieces for your sack --
   Perhaps you also carry hidden knives.

So close -- I hear a train's resounding clack,
   And see thick darkness looming from its stack
Like smoky words that hint at secret lives,
   And speak of something just beyond the black --
Would we be safe without these hidden knives?

Details | I do not know? | |

the dark gift

come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast, 
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
 a child of the darkness, drink of the beast, 
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds, 
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
 the dark girt.

Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream

From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes

Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug

So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice

Details | Prose Poetry | |


July 31, 2011

Been caught in a scam
Should I have just ran
Try to be good
For God as we should
Always to get bit
Just take another hit
Never knowing why
But continue to try
To live with the strife
Just wanted a wife
Will we ever just fit in the groove
Or should we just move
On the Golden list
I do not jist
Or just change my name
To fit and stay in the game
Never, never win
So I will just give in

Details | Blank verse | |

nice poets

Nice Poets
From the US poetry community 
there is silence about this new war
they feel indignity 
something must be done even if they 
know the sins of their own country. 
It is easier to be morally right
about others 
There is this bitter taste of poetry that
remains unwritten, to be
ostracized and rejected for writing 
what bothers them about the sureness 
of the righteous. 
There is a Russian TV station, in English, 
has been blocked in USA. 
One truth is enough, alternative truths
are too cumbersome.
Shoot first and ask questions later,   
the sheriff mentality rules ok.
And those who think it is a sham will
be hunted down to the end of the world. 
So what can an American poet do but
to write about the snow in Nebraska 

Details | Rhyme | |


I'm a big tree and a vast forest,
I shade the undercarriage,
I'm a kid slash florist.
I live to raid any broken marriage.

This is a stick up, give me the goods,
Wonder, get lost and stolen,
This is a trick yet you hide in the woods.
My technique must be golden.

Leak so i can crush your existence and steal your being,
Why does everyone sprint?
I take everything from anything I'm seeing.
Even as soon as they catch my scent.

I feel huge, it takes two blinks to contain my image,
I play on fields that scare,
I play with real lives and call it scrimmage.
Life is a game of chess, check mate, you stare.

Details | Light Poetry | |


its not love its lust
having you i must
it hot
i need it a lot
turns me on
mabe am wrong
its  got me reeling

Details | Free verse | |

Old Granny Goodness

Old Granny had a big brown kitten, which was the love of her life.
Old Granny’s eyes were failing, of that there was no doubt.
She swore her cat was a gentle Persian, a sweet little cat.
Now everyone loved Old Granny and so tolerated how it did act.
We didn’t have the heart to tell her how wild it was,  you know.

Like the time it jumped thru her screen window going after a bird.
Or how it tore up another screen to get to a squirrel up in a tree.
Or how it climbed the preacher’s leg to get his bowl of ice cream.
The chicken coup was violated by another fateful event.
But granny wouldn’t listen, because she loved that crazy thing.

She said it was a kitten, but it had very Huge, great big paws
And as it grew that sleek, short haired, big thing, truthfully began to roar.
It eventually laid in wait for anything that would cross it’s path…
Oh my goodness Granny… Goodness! Goodness! Goodness!
That’s a mountain lion and NOT a cat!

From that day forward we called her Old Granny Goodness…
For the trouble she could find, Oh My Goodness
Everybody loved her, she was the talk and entertainment of our town.
But a more loving and dear soul, will never be found.

Details | Ballad | |

Songs of Louis Capart

Songs of Louis
-by Bob Atkinson

simple phrases

although messages
pass me by

deep within the
voice of sentiment

moves a heart toward

driving again down a

ample farms of crops

to Dijon up from

could have been just
any place

City of Light still

six story limit
gives up an aura

possibilities for

room for sidewalk
dining tables

Treff am Rex written
on pages

a story told of
feckless craving

someday bright
screen will show

how heart's desire
grows and grows

Capart's voice
transcends my mind

could be from any
decade past

language used to
paint the sun

drives in toward all
meanings of

past good times or
future fun

satisfaction sipping
a coffee cup

successful endeavor
or busted run

no matter, has all
been fun

no matter now, all
will wait

for this album to
run its pace

settled feelings of
quiet grace

all bodes well, no
wild cast rage

thank you Capart for
morning mood

of my time within
mind's groove

language meaning
escapes my thought

yet this feeling
ever locks

me into awareness of

allowed this morning
from reaction

to words describing
your desire

to entertain with
heart filled fire

Details | Blank verse | |


Crickets chime,
Nightlit clouded water shines.
Raindrops lightly pour on me,
Who knows what tomorrow will be.
Sleep in a cabin,
Sit round a fire.
Talk like we'll never tire.
Voice of the darkness
Singing within silence.

Details | Verse | |

way of life

I exhale with joy, love is running swiftly in my veins, I've walked the plank of 
infatuation and received my golden wings of prosperity.

I have rebounded from the highest peak of tribulations, my emotions are scared and 
bruised it seems all hope is lost the battle is not mine to lose.

i'm gaining fast on wisdom i now know how to seek when no one is there, my needs 
have been dissected from my wants still my earthly treasures taunt me with greed.

I am standing on my own two feet this is my life indeed

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Forgotten Love Found

Forgotten Love Found
March 31, 2011

I thought she was lost
I did not know at what cost
She did not want me
So she let me be free
But now I have no more fear
For now she has returned here
Do I really know to see?
That she really does need and want me
For now I will think and just sit
This is her chance to prove it
I will truly be very strong
And she must show me that I was wrong
Should I let go of the slack
She must show me she wants me back
Will she really come and show 
If so my heart will have such a glow
As the sun is so hot and bright in the sky
I will lose all my fears and know why
I want to hold her so bad
And by doing so I will never again be sad
All my love I will give to her now
The amount she will never know how
We will make love for the first time
It will be so exciting and so extremely fine
I hope she will want me forever
If to be we will always be together
We will have to be till the end
This is the best time we can begin

Details | Free verse | |

Mayhem in the Mourning

Sleepy, I walked down the senior hallway
The last door on the left seemed miles away
But I was determined to make it
It was 7:26 in the morning, assignment due 7:30
My hands were sweating bullets
Felt as if every senior had their eyes on me
Assignment in hand, I started my journey
Nerd, jocks, cheerleaders all bunched together in one walk-way
You would think I was a running back, of some sort
Dodging the potential mayhem
Judy with the big booty was being so loud
Laughing and screaming with her friends
Drew and the crew obnoxious as usual,
Were going over plays, at least it looked like it
Trampling any victim in their path
The Nerd Bird flocking in e=mc2
Calculate who will have a date in time for prom
Starting with Judy, my hands were no match
The sound waves catapulted me into the lockers
Side to side I juked, spun, and jumped
Like a magnet bouncing off the rhinoceros crew
For the Nerds, I only had to say one thing…
“I already have a date for prom…”
That sent them into a mathematical frenzy
Looking at their watches they said, “Prom is exactly
218 days 13 hours 27 minutes and 10 seconds away…
There is no way you have your date!”
While they babbled on I was on the move
The last mayhem was upon me: The hall monitor
He already saw my awesome display of athleticism
But didn’t find it amusing, He was one of those guys…
If you dropped a piece of paper on the floor, detention
I just distracted him by saying, “I didn’t have breakfast…”
We both didn’t know where that came from 
So I just kept waking while he was still confused
Stumbled into class, discrediting my previous display 
And turned in my homework assignment

Details | Prose Poetry | |


The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty

Act 1, Scene 1

King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?

King Henry VIII: O voluptuous lips that have kissed mine,
when roses spurred to greatness,
is your trust in me flimsy or fortified?

Queens Katherine: Why are you asking me this,
beloved husband, if the promise
of that young virgin was more than true?
I have desired your strong arms around me,
to dispel my fears and doubts on many moonless and frightening nights...
when the northern wind ruthlessly entered in the chambers,
and blew out all the candles that were more aromatic than columbines!
O dearest love, which need I didn't provide you by touch? 

King Henry VIII: No, sweeheart everything you offered me,
but lust for another woman led me astray...
leaving your marital bed and sneaking away!

Queen Katherine: O dishonorable husband, what made you so unfaithful...
if I made you the vessel of these dreams,
to transport me on soft waves like cherubs' wings?  

King Henry VIII: Not enough passion in love-making, insensible wife...
permitting your guilt prevent the pleasure 
I sought in every embrace and intimate feeling,
to boost this amorous ego without ending!

Queen Katherine: How dare you say that, unmeritous husband...
while your attention was focused on a mistress?

King Henry VIII: How can you blame me, uncaring wife...
making me escape and causing me to cheat?

Queen Katherine: This marriage took place under the eyes of the  Almighty,
and you solemnly swore to honor me,
to love me, to strengthen me and to spend a lifetime
of joys, of hopes and sorrows through love and fidelity!

Details | Limerick | |


some fellow the white coats call spade
perceived a great fortune be made
as a new day arose
drew great birds on his toes
escaping  the white coats dismayed

Details | Blank verse | |

accident prone

Accident Prone Pilot.
The ship was going up river to unload
containers full of scooters and tractors;   
rain upland water level higher than usual. 
There is an overpass across the river and
the ship´s bridge and communication mast 
collided with it. It took a month to repair 
damage to the ship and she was ready to 
sail down the river, out to deep sea again. 
There had been no rain for rain for a month 
water level was lower than usual. 
Going under the bridge was a piece of cake, 
nervous pilot and anxious captain smiled, 
but then the ship shuddered and got stuck in 
the mud.

Details | Free verse | |

God Save The Minute Men

The squelching heat has of no effect
on the air-conditioned Minute Men
as they survey the desert land.
Keeping ever vigilant 
against the alien brown skins
that endlessly cross their borders. 
These pressed khaki pant militias
devoutly scour the arid passageways
equipped with bottled water,
binoculars, and cell phones.
Guarding the roads
to the ancient canyons of the Navajo 
and the Peabody Mining Company.
Or through the Mexican Missions 
that predate California.
Territory good Anglo American's 
recently inherited
from the parents of rape and murder.
God bless America
and God save the Minute Men.

Dean Walker

Details | Senryu | |

Bloody Lunge

Black queen’s bloody blade
Six pawns at his feet laid.... 
Knights lunge to evade

Details | Narrative | |


Strive not for strife
But confront conflict on all fronts
When it strides past your ride
Dispense with all disputes
Spare not your fangs
When fear rears its ugly head:
When it rains; have a free cold bath
If sun shines, dry your clothes
At the reign of darkness
Find the inner light 
That lights your path undimmed
If the flood flows
Swim afloat on lifebuoy
And if fire rages and smoke rises
Expect the afterglow
When horde of odds assail like bandits
Never retreat, nor surrender
Turn around, turn aside, 
Never ever turn in nor turn back
Enjoy the war.

Details | Free verse | |

eve of festivity

dusk closes today with a black curtain 
whisky,grog,we can contain none 
sweet saliver of silence: 
the snail hardly noticed as it climbs, 
its december! 

the scattered pieces of this golden dish 
bond together  under the chanderlier 
over the dinning table 
like veins and arteries 
flowing through my heart 

the whistling winds  blow 
seeds to my nursery bed 
to blossom into this charming tree, 
one plumule stems branches of surprise 
like diamond stars of the skies: 
my open palm of many fingers 

Details | Lyric | |

A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind

Details | Ode | |

If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.

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you grim
there'r strong wind
your hair toss turn
to kept it stern 
its very long and thin
you uses

Details | I do not know? | |

Each Day

Oh to live each day as if it were your last!
To ignore the future, embrace the present and forget the past.

Such nervous creatures we are, always asking if we've done enough.
Such duplicity we share deep in our hearts; the cowards bluff and the tough... well they're tough.

No life is perfect, no one pristine
Which makes this all perfect, waking from a dream

All the knowledge we yearn for, we already know; it's just been forgotten as we're mislead by forces that do not have the common good at heart.

You are good enough, I am good enough, we are good enough.

Details | Rhyme | |

Don't Push Me

from toys to boys
came such a life of joy

playing cowboys and indians
and robbing those trains

nearly drove our mother insane

from jumping mound hills
to wiping out and taking spills

that ice pack sure had some nice chills

from pulling hair
to tugging on each other's underwear

just me and my little brother in a world of dare

so when it comes to that old saying
of two peas in a pod

I tend to thank my god above
for my little brother who I used to love 

playing our games like push and shove

Tribute To
My Little Brother 

Also Entry For
Nathan Leccese's
Two Peas In A Pod Contest

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The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show

Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 

Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest

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The "Joy" of Fire and Brimstone

Satan brings you "joy"
Until you die in his arms
Of fire and brimstone

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What's in a kiss; how many there-be...?
"So many, it boggles the mind's reality…"
A kiss can be a greeting- “of body and soul-!"
It's an unspoken language, telling more than “what's told.”
It is sometimes “a spark-,” to light one's flame…
Or often “self-flattery” to play one's game.

There's the "kiss of friendship-,"
The "kiss of guile…,"
The "kiss of SINCERITY,"
The "kiss of style…,"
There's the "kiss of Life” and the "kiss of Death!"
There's the "kiss that steals one's breath away…”
And one “that prays it will last all day!”
There's the "kiss that frees the soul…"
Also one that 'detours from one's goal…!'
There's the kiss of a parent, the “kiss of a child…,”
The “kiss of curiosity- running wild…!”
The kiss of respect; and a kiss of shame…, 
A kiss of honor- and “a kiss to tame…!”
There's a kiss of the reserved-, perceived amorous, the same;
A kiss of "the insecure-," to win their ball game!
There's a "kiss of the stagnant;" the "kiss of the free…!”
Also a "kiss of those secure-,” as the best there can be…

Yet what's in a kiss-, that's the question still…?
Maybe, it's how we perceive it to be-,
A reflection of “our state-of-mind…!”
But; there's the kiss of harmony…
A kiss that divides…
A kiss that is honest…
And a kiss that hides….
There's a kiss of the clever…
A kiss of the mundane…
There's “a kiss like a symphony-,” with rapturous refrain…!
There’s a plane where “Mercy and Truth meet intimately in bliss;”
In the plumbline-address, where “Righteousness and Peace kiss!”
Yet "still-n-all-," maybe the question should be-,
Not "what's in a kiss!”  But “what’s in the Kisser-, you see…”

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Once upon a time of grand pleasure
There was a child with thoughts of pure fun
Days danced from one to another
How wonderful it felt to be young

To capture secret snow forts
on toboggans of imagination
To cross vast fishing streams
in the canoes of creation
To race through open fields
at the silent speed of light
To dig for buried treasure
and catch fireflies at night

Those places that we visited 
were at the heart of time and space
They may be gone at the present
Yet, they can never be erased

The ballgame in the corner lot
that spectacular catch you made
The birthday of your special gift
when all your wished were repaid

The years when certain music
was inspiring and brand new
When books became a vacation
getting lost with; "you know who."

Let's visit that time in the present
not retreat to the past
Let's do something that's pleasant
for life rushes by too fast

Now - is the time to discover
what a wonder life can be
Having pure fun with another
by releasing the child in; "me."

Details | I do not know? | |


That Lil green monster thAt seeps in my skin 
Making me trip on whats to begin 
Thoughts race and create words I'd never speak 
A new vocabulary evolves from the simplest of minds 
It's only cuz I'm exploring cuz still we tend to speak lies 
 it's the Lil canon that explodes the truth 
Just look around cuz society is living proof
You need too look this way 
Talk that way, and make sure everyone is pleased... 
That green monster is the revolution of change rolled into an outfit of his own n reeks of creative uniqueness. 
This is a piece of your generation living in mine.... 
That little green monster for me is the key to open the other 90% of my mind... 
I am at a stand still looking, observing, and dividing the journeys into groups
The intellectuals, the artists, the explorers,the lost souls, the ill prepared...
 But It is an unknown definition which society branded illegal because the greatest moments came from the 
monster himself. 
Viva la revolution... Creativity can not be silenced it is lit and passed to all.. 

Details | ABC | |

Harmony in Marriage (ABC poem)

Anxious brides carry doubt,
Each female,
Greets him intoxicated,
Joining kingdoms love,
Men now obedient,
Pre qualify responses,
Staying tomorrow united,
Victorious women,
Xerox yearlong zeal.

I am sure this will strike up some controversy,,for sure...Maybe and then again maybe not !!!

ABC poem for contest.

Details | ABC | |


America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

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This is the man that I am

No need for a detective because I have few mysteries

Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind

I put my life into words for the whole world to read

I hope you enjoy what you see

A South Korean English teacher by night

An avid writer by day

A helpless romantic somewhere in between

The smile and joy from my students is priceless

Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well

I feel that everything in my life is finally going well

From my writings you may find that hard to tell

Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables

To convey happy emotions and attract more followers

You are getting my life through my eyes

I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things

I write what I have seen and how it has effected me

My adventures and journeys have been vast

Come with me on this ride

Together we can both be pleasantly surprised

With what I will write

This is the the man that I am

Find more of my writings and poems at

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A handsome but tattered looking boy
Light complexioned kid
Innocently looking harmless
“My belle dey cry
Hungry dey kill me o
Make una settle me now
Wuse, one chance, one chance
Driver, wait make dem
Dash me money for food”
Echoed his voice to my ear

I was a morning passenger
In a rush to see a friend
Other passengers laughed it off
The kid is very funny
Morning comic relief they thought.

The little kid,
One out of many
A Non-Nigerian, Chadian origin
Oh! Oh! I see, they all said
But what about Nigerians
Don’t we beg too?

Poverty has only one name
Colour, age, sex, origin
Counts not here,
When it calls,
We answer the register in unison.

For many little kids
And many old ones out there
Time to stop begging beckons.

Details | Free verse | |

Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes

First one
  No gun

Communication is the key

Second asking
   Sun's basking

For no light World would be cold lonely and dark

Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Who I Am---Who Am I

I am the uniter of the divided
Also the decision fo the undecided
I am also the dividend
Between the people who want to live and not meet their end
From the people who tend to offend, and not befriend
These are not real people, for they are only pretend
It's the truth they bend
These people try to ascend
By making others descend,
But you can only descend
By doing this, so to make yourself ascend
Help others ascend.
So who am I?
Am I as beautiful as a butterfly or a firefly?
Or am I an unnoticed person who gets passed as a passerby?
So I can't justify that I have the answer to the question: Who am I?
So I testify that I crucified the stereotype of the question: Who am I?
Even though I'm not a stereotype, there are people who I mystify
But I still can't identify the answer to this three word question: Who am I?
I purify, modify, and amplify the question: Who am I?
Who I am is the person trying to find the answer to the question: Who am I?

Details | Rhyme | |

Battle my brilliance.

Battle my brilliance,
Show me if my Constance is actual,
Let me know if your defense has resilience.
Because i keep feeling I'm going lateral.

Drop below zero, make me swallow glacial frost,
Please show me who's really right,
Challenge me, destroy me no matter the cost.
Because i feel like Ive already won the fight.

Tribal rhythm beats within my temple,
The evidence is shown through my hearts beat,
My tunes rhythm is changing yet simple.
Try to listen and you'll hear a sharp screech.
Only i can decipher my symbol.

Everything i touch is affected,
In a place below atoms that you don't think is real,
Even if evidence was found i wouldn't be detected.
Because i affect a part of the world one can only feel.

Details | Sonnet | |

thirsty cars

Thirsty Cars 


Those steep, tiring hills going home, I had been in town 

bought a new kitchen sink, the second one in forty years, 

nothing lasts, that’s how traders make their ill-gotten 

gains. My car was exhausted trailing smoke, to lighten 

its burden I alighted walked in front as it followed me 

slowly. On a flat stretch it teasingly overtook and drove 

in front of me and down a track into a deep ravine where 

feral donkeys live and run unlicensed garages I wasn’t in 

the mood to play “follow the leader,” so I walked home 

past wayside bars where cars guzzled Brazilian cane fuel 

and flashed their indicators, I ignored this depravity and 

hasted away. Midnight, when my car pulled up outside, 

it had lost the kitchen-sink and was splattered in manure 

of the long eared members of the horse family. 

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' In Knighthood Realm ... ' (Medieval # 8)

I saw a Band of Royal Knights
upon their mighty Steeds
Coat of Arms,  A-gleaming
Herald Heroic Deeds...

One is Valor, One is Truth
Chivalry and Might
Another, Honor, Loyalty
Justice and Light

Charity and Chastity
and Faith, Their Golden Spurs
Those Bold, Polished Lords
Oh! Such Handsome Sirs!

Their Pennants were the Ladies
Once Damsels in Distress
Banners were the Orphans,
Now Kith and Kin to Crest

Their Swords and Shields on Battlefields
Unsheathed for Innocence
in Fealty to a Crown
Obey or be brought Down...

I saw a Band of Royal Knights
They rode upon their Quest,
that the Noble Creed of Men Henceforth...
be their Shining Armor Best

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Misdeeds were put here as a test for mankind
And to many race down the wrong path.
Greed, hate, lust and perversion are satin’s tools
In his workshops of corruption and wrath.

Rape, robbery, murder, and assault
Are committed by the dishonest night and day.
Thank God for those who line up to protect
The principles of justice, honor and fair play.

Where would we be without valiant policemen
Who patrol our neighborhoods and streets?
Risking their life and limb on the line
Arresting thieves, killers, drug dealers, perverts and cheats.

To many officers become victims of divorce
Products of occupational danger and strain.
Never knowing when they say good by
 If it’s their day to be crippled or slain.

It takes a brave soul to become a good cop
Risking everything for little praise and pay.
It’s true that some may abuse their badge
But for the majority we gratefully pray.

By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On Tjhe Web

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Mans Man

Man’s Man

April 18, 2011
To the gay population in the world

He is quite a man
And he will make his stand
For he will always stay
In his mind his own way
To most in the world it is a sin
But to him it is his place to begin
He is not sappy
He is continually always happy
For the love he has to give
Makes his life so great to live
In life we always change things and arrange
To most in life they think we are strange
We will sit and feel the simple breeze
Knowing ??????’s heart is at ease
In this world we will not desist
For millions of others exist
We must always give them their own space
Since they will always win their race
And they exist in their own place
Which is full of God’s wonderful grace

Written for a friend of mine
Who will always be a friend
Regardless of his lifestyle
William Lewis Moore

Details | Free verse | |


A heart can bleed an evil deed

Yet in nature lie dormant after the fall
A return to fear after all
The climatic edge toward their own demise
Still a word to the wise

A sin will always find you out
This ought to give the sinner something to bitch & pout
To light a flame in shouts of anguish after the fall

Barbed wire fences social advances & no it alls
Search for words left unaided in its time
The curb of enthusiasm and the sublime
In anguish the soul longs for rest

In being cursed with fear to never have rest

In anguish the appease of the blind

We live for vile excess

Still a challenge to be free is a quest for time...
To travel alone amidst darkened caverns with portals of instant doom
We have relatives that beg of you to clean your room
This does nothing to stregnthen the heart

To light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Vengence is mine the Lord will repay
Giving papal homage in which to bow the knee to pray
In papal square thwart in fear

An ego scream to shed a single tear
Yet no need to fear in which to hide
Along the garb of social compromise
A word from the wise

I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
Yet not having her in my arms was driving me totally insane!
Cursed be the man or woman who will take no heed
To revere a sovereign Lord in which took the blows

The blood soaked sweat on his brow in timeless appease of want
No where to lie his head in homage toward the dead
Cursed is the one who will not be blessed
Our blessed Lord once again is putting you to the ultimate test

An eagle will fly through the sky in sense of direction
A hero's reflection in never second guessing
A heart that is fixed on the natural will never succeed so take heed!
Cursed is every man that hangs on the tree

Please let this be me?

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To Gooney Birds

Shifting palm trees in sandy beach sunshine
Guard an immortal violet-blue lagoon
Gooney birds beg and dance all in a line
When they land it’s like watching a cartoon

As the ship is being refueled at pier
Steaks and beer on the beach with these strange birds
An island oasis it would appear
What I observed was truly beyond words 

Sailors in various degrees of dress
Being chased and attacked by vicious foul
While steaks burned with cold beer we couldn’t care less
By sunset my shipmates began to howl

A bizarre lay over as you have read
We left at sunrise all with aching head

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Yuppie Dragons and Paper Mountains

Climb mountains! 
Slay Dragons! 
That's what I did 
When I was a kid 
Now it's too much 
All this grownup stuff 
Business-like murder 
          under the guise of merger 
Micro-second chattel battles 
          waged on computer panels 
Flash before my eyes 
In a plate glass high-rise 


all my mountains are made of paper, and 
all my dragons wear ties

Details | Imagism | |

An Innocent Dream

Last night I saw a dream-
I was in the midst of a brown gleam;
The spot was like a land of cream;
Lakes and ponds were full with it -upto the brim.

Beautiful blossoms were everywhere,
The fragrance were for everyone to share ,
The snow flakes seemed most fair,
It seemed that Nature has created them with great care.

Chocolate creams made up the seesaw,
There was cno one to guide me under law,
There was no signs of fears and flaws,
And there was a cream cat with snow white claws.

What a dream it was just like the beauty of a rose-
But all were shattered when the light of dawn fell on the tip of my nose.

Details | ABC | |


Reverend King, one of the most influential black leaders
To ever march for civil rights and justice
Was born to a minister and a teacher of school.
Educated to where he earned his P.H.D.
Becoming a pastor marching against what was unfair and cruel.

Leading a boycott to protest bus segregation
He gained national prominence in 1955 and 56.
As he preached and marched for freedom for all
He was jailed, threatened, spat on, and beaten
As for peaceful demonstration he would call.

Marching to Washington, D.C. in 1963
He was one of the leaders of faith
Voicing concern for the plight of the poor.
Soon there after, he was killed by a sniper
In Memphis, supporting workers rights and more.

King dedicated one of his books to his children
Praising God and praying for mankind’s future
With words for all to prayerfully remember.
To be judged, not by color, but by character
Shunning violence never to surrender.

Dr. King will be remembered down through history 
As a man whose mission in life was the enrichment of others.
“A Soldier For The Lord” with goodness of heart
Risking everything for man’s freedom and equality. 
From his legacy of self-sacrifice we must refuse to part.  

By Tom Zart

Details | Free verse | |

To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door

Details | ABC | |


Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.

By Tom Zart


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Annual No Pants Subway Ride

8th Annual “No Pants Subway Ride”

It’s been brought to my attention
There’s a brief one-day suspension
Of the requirement to wear your pants and ride
It’s an improv-based experiment
To show there’s no embarrassment
And pants or not, you have no need to hide

So this Saturday, the 10th of Jan
Be you woman or a man
A lovely pair of drawers will hit the spot
Ignore the snickers and the stares
Act as if you had no cares
And ride the train as if you just forgot

There’ll be thousands round the world
That will leave their pants unfurled
And ride the train or metro casually
You can join them brave and bold
Sans pants as you’ve been told
Or once on board, just drop them gradually

If you are among the masses
Please show no bare assess
Wear some drawers in regal dignity
If you ride the train this weekend
Remember, no fair peekin’
If I see you, pretend you don’t see me!


If you want some ideas on what to wear or not to wear and you are not easily offended, check out the No Pants website from last year.  There are pictures from the DC Metro as well as from trains and subways around the world.

Details | Free verse | |

Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 

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Interlocking antlers of stags

Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
 the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
 The raging seas hurled him high a wave 
crashed over him as he clung on to a piece 
of driftwood almost tearing him clean.
Majestic mountains on the horizon ...........
shimmering in a haze of heat ...................
An abundance of rain and rich fertile soil
The  peeling  of  the  bells swelled heavily
The  women's crowns   , veils and pointed
headdresses trailing fur trimmed mantles
A young knight on a white horse the squire
dropped from his perch on the ramparts.
The steward came in with a covered platter
then used a knife to shave thin slices of lime

Details | Rhyme | |

Hot Damn

Lordy, lordy, oh what do I see? A royal flush has popped up on the screen for me. An ace, queen, jack, ten, and a king. I would never have imagined such a thing. Each one of those cards is of the same suit. All of them are in spades to boot. Four thousand coins is what I’m being paid. Sweetheart, for the rest of the night, we have it made. I’ll push the cash out button and take the ticket. There was a golden apple in the tree, and I picked it. On my face right now, do you see a frown? Let’s go get the money and paint the town.

Details | Free verse | |

High School First Day

It's wonderful being a freshman

looking at all the people above me

lowly lowly lowly

Don't you like to look up at them all?

They're all nicely shaped

sexy sexy sexy

I know, I'm totally nuts,

but I think I'm not the only one

nutsen nutsen nutsen

I feel like a small piece of a big puzzle,

helluva a cliche

but don't you know it's the truth

they talk to you like you're a slave

gofer gofer gofer

I think I'm going insane

so many lovely things to see and places to go

lookit lookit lookit

so many people that care for once

so many things to do that I hate

grr grr grr

I think I'm going insane

Half of them I know

half of them I've never seen

who who who?

Oh the many guys

sexy sexy sexy

and yet so out of reach!

I wonder where next to go,

with all the people

oh I'm so ready.

Details | Senryu | |

Summer Pool

Summer Pool
Bikini time fun;
hanging ten by the cool pool,
grinning men enjoy.

Summer Season Senryu

Details | Etheree | |


let me 
be precise~
I am the chief!
Your every wish
now lies within my grasp.
There will be no gradual
lessening of your temptation.
But feel free to keep this thought in mind~
I would never abandon you cheaply!

Details | ABC | |


World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart

Details | Alliteration | |


Ok I have never heard of alliterations…….. And was wondering if words like 
abbey, acme, and acne would go along with alliterations …  and just maybe the 
meaty mossy messy mold at the mucky muddy murky waters of the slightly 
slippery sloppy backwaters were on the right track of this choicely choosy classy 
way of expressing earthlings eating elephants in the early evening with a 
beautiful sunset easily edging ending a really nice time and how do they all 
come together and not torture the toddler that is tougher than the trader tracking 
the tractor up the tower with the trainer  trotting with the trooper right behind 
looking for the treasure and the traitor trekking with the trucker loosing his 
trousers while trolling in the backwater. , I thought even if it isn't it is different.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Vacation, Almost, Not For Me

After careful thought
Alot of consideration
I've decided to dedicate
My one and only vacation

First stop is helping Roger
For he is in despair
He lost his only son in Iraq
But his belongings are everywhere

Then I'm off to Redding
A lady there had the heart of my best friend
I need to give her something of his
Reminding her there a new beginning to every end

Trinity Falls has beauty 
I've never seen before
I'll stop here for a day
To keep my butt from getting sore

From there I travel the coast
Shelter Cove is where I'll land
Hand delivering a job
To a client in basking on the ocean sand

Down to Vegas 
My son I need to see
He calls just to say I Love You
Can you bring some boxes to me

Somewhere in the desert
I will set old items on fire
Forever discarding the memories I've kept
For the man my heart desires

Then, helping my parents
We've got water to move
Our orchard is growing
And more building permits to approve

I'll see ya all in a while
I better get my butt in gear
I'll write as I travel
For loniless is my only fear

Details | Free verse | |

The Gap

the generations are diverse
as different as can be
generation gaps exist 
in every family tree
Grandma had the radio
Hitler and two wars
"sacrifice" and "stay in line"
the first co-ed bars
My Mama saw Vietnam
Woodstock and the moon
television..  birth control
and phones in every room
Now generation x is here
and hero's don't exist
but we have the Internet 
and fancy e-mail lists
the millennial's have seen so many things
Katrina and face-book
you scoff - but know our purple hair
invite those second looks
each generation changes things
not always for the best
but heart to heart and hand to hand
we give the gap a rest

Details | Free verse | |

Those Were The Days

with muse in hand
I'll take you on a walk to remember

do you remember 
when you used to be able to 
keep your windows and doors unlocked
and got to enjoy the night breeze's while you slept

do you remember
when you were able to
walk to your local corner store
and not get jacked

do you remember
when soda and cigarettes
were 50 cents a pack and 25 cents a can
and suddenly you had friends
you've never knew you had before

do you remember
when you could ride a city bus for a dime 
and go downtown and look at christmas displays
without getting knocked off feet

do you remember
when gas was only a nickle a gallon
so family's could take a nice
summer vaction without noise and traffic

do you remember
when kids walked to school safely
and never had to worry
who was lurking behind them

do you remember
sitting at the soda shopp
just dancing and twisting
the night away without having rumbles

do you remember
when boys were boys
and girls were girls
well on this walk to remember
I'm sure there still out there
but got lost along the way

Tribute To Youth
And The Oldies

Also Entry For
Constance La France's
A Walk To Remember Contest

Details | Senryu | |


trusting confidence
a conversation prayed ~
darkest clouds relieve

Details | ABC | |



Broken hearted and busted by the woman I trusted
When she fooled with the bachelor next door.
He’s tall, good looking and works out with weights
Living off income from family before.

She claims it is I who must shoulder the blame
For her ongoing need for a another.
I worked to much and played to little
Though she still loves me like a brother.

So here I dwell in my sportsman’s camper
Parked at a rest stop just outside of town.
She got the house, child support and alimony
Which will last till I’m dead in the ground.

What was I thinking of when I married her
I must have been blinded by lust.
Thank heaven I’m free of her wicked ways
To search for my angel of trust.

I pray for a women to love me again
Though I’m stripped of my worldly wealth.
Lost in the haze of tears and sorrow
As my sadness overwhelms my health.

They say all is fair in politics and love
So prepare for the unexpected.
There’s nothing worse than to give of yourself
To wake up and find you’re rejected.

By Tom Zart

Details | Rhyme | |

Time To Get Up

Tick tock tick tock
Out window with that clock
Each and every frigging day
Tells me to get out of hay

Brushing teeth
Breath smelling so sweet
Another dam hole in sock
Oh how I hate that clock

Blue jean entire
God I'm really tired
Clean sand bugers out of eyes
In rush to say goodbye's

Gas light engine on again
This crisis is such a sin
Scrounging pockets for a buck
Pulling out lint what such luck

Morning greetings from the boss
When all I wanted to do was stay in bed and toss
Paper work piling up
No coffee to fill my cup

Tic tock tick tock
Come on hurry up dam clock
For shopping still has to be done
And let me tell you it's no fun

Kids husband dogs and cats
Drive me nuts like a pack of rats
What can one do
But not to come unglued

So I want to give a big thanks
To my alarm clock that doesn't play pranks
And gets me up and out that door
So I can pay for those things I truely adore

Details | Couplet | |

Important Of Music In Our Lifes

Important of music in or lifes
Helps sooths termoils of daily strifes

Flow and temple of boasted notes
Rythem and rhyme that continues to float

A song from an lonesome heart
Ignited by an passionate start

Fantasy of wanting to belong
In or named in just one song

Spirits can be held on high
And can almost make you cry

So tread on your walk of life
And enjoy the melody that cuts like a knife

Details | Verse | |

Why do I expect?

Would you like to pay me something?
Would you like to say something?
Why do you expect from me?
And why do I expect from you?
What do you know about me?
And what do I know about you?
Why do you mind if I want to share?
And why do I mind if you like me care?
What is your relation to me?
And why I would like to know?
Why do you work so fast?
And why do I work slow?
Why do you have a different taste?
And why do I like you most?
Yesterday, when you was a child,
Yesterday, when I was mild,
You and I play together,
We never bother what was the weather.
Today when I feel my hunger,
Why do you play a game so danger?
You never asked me a question, 
When we were child not having a fashion,
Why do you love a particular colour?
Why a caste is my failure?
We play together when childhood was faith,
You believe in religion, tradition is a myth.
You do not understand me what opinion differs,
We need to live together why you do not bother.
Today is a God Gift and tomorrow is hope.
Happiness and sorrow are a life rope. 
A person can rise up or can suicide for it,
Pace and encouragement counts if we are fit

Details | ABC | |



The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart

Details | Blank verse | |


Behold we toiled
Soiling our skins
expending our strength
Breaking our bones
Sweating like covers of hot pots
Toiling, soiling, expending,breaking and sweating
Yet all was vanity and yet would be
Where God toils not with us

Details | Light Poetry | |

A New Friend

A New Friend
April 13, 2011

I felt as if I was crazed
For I was totally amazed
That I have a new friend
I know she will be there till the end
And for her I am writing this
Our relationship will not go amiss
She looks so fine
Like a sweet tasting young wine
To me her eyes are such a blue
They have the most beautiful hue
Should you dare? 
Run your fingers through that beautiful long hair
For what I write
Comes straight from with in my heart
And when it takes flight
The words flow from the very start
My poems all follow a story
Always have their glory
Life is always quite so sublime
But our poetic words and phrases will last the tests of Time

Details | Couplet | |

Daisy Mae

My name is daisy
And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy

Yellow is my domain
Don't it want to drive you just a little insane

I am a world traveler
Dressed in many coated furs

I love to lounge by valleys and creeks
Even mountain tops at their highest peaks

Don't mind my matted hair
May be parted but its still has golden flare

Been stepped on one to many times
But I bounce back every time

Members of family had heads chopped off
By farmers who want to lower their crops

I love to play splish splash with the rain
Makes my fragrance drive one insane

I can even tell  if you like butter
By holding me under chin like there's no other

So stop by and just pluck me up
For I just want to be somebody's butter cup

Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’

Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….

Details | Dodoitsu | |


Today, tomorrow seems quick.
All moving faster, so thick,
A new change I do predict.
End times, not afflict.

Future I predict today.
Not end of days, I do say.
Too all hopefuls on this way,
For this they do pray.

I predict a new race found.
They have always been around.
Spreading outward like a sound.
We rejoice or bound.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "CRYSTAL BALL" 

Details | Free verse | |

The Dancing Girl

Grossed in her worry sorry situation.
Not letting her man worry.
She heard life is a dance.
She dance her life out.

Easy worry, she gets worried.
She danced as fast as she can.
To live the rest to live. 
When she danced, the world stood still.

The world saw a restless dancer.
The world saw a woman who never gives up.
The ‘dancermenia’, the dance maestro. 
She danced and danced and danced.

The Dancing Girl,
dancing with shields of hope.
Dancing to win the crowd.
She danced to kill her worry.

She danced her sorrows out.
She danced her worries out.
She got her freedom in dance. 
She got her wisdom while dancing. 

She danced in her happiness.
She danced in her joy.
She danced in her blessing.
And got all she desires.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Flight of Fancy

We were lionhearted
We imagined bullets, pinecones
Swords, sticks
We couldn't be cut
By any sharpened edge
We were invulnerable
Our heels wrapped in Nikes
Climbing hills, Everest
No concern for when
We will talk about-
"When we were young"
Only concern
For our King's men dying
And the fair lady weeping

Details | Verse | |

Unshackled Cycle of Sensual Songs

The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows  unhinged white double doors
wide stairs tall fellow with a strong chin.
She came up to him and cleverly kissed
Fifties beatnik style polo necks corduroy
Feline  supermodels prowl  the catwalk
where  fun  and happiness are the rule.
Colorful passion ,friendship + intimacy.
Sharing wonderfully warm magical elixir
See roomfuls of  naked women bathing.
A tribute to your beauty  be immortalized
feel  fantastically  alive  Queen Goddess.
Permission to kiss every inch of the body
Girlfriends dancing , whirling + stomping.
Plush velvet sofas lead light lampshades
Playing  pieces of  music body of  a cello.
Tea-pots  doilies  darling babies parties
Fix the favorite feeling fabulous pleasure 
Keep  the  juice  alive  flavour  rhapsody.
Remember  your  gloriousness  leisure.
Angelfish pillows, enjoy  the nice things.

Details | Verse | |


Lifting eyes I see a vision.
Senses feel cool crisp mountain air.
I know not my mortal mission.
Though this glory I hereby share.
Rising peak of Heavens highlands,
Paradise, our ecstasy withstands.

written for
Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name New Contest: Another, Nature Verse 

Details | Ballad | |


Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll

Details | I do not know? | |

Friendship Brings Sunshine

You know, when the sky is grey,
You should go somewhere today
And bring the sunshine by going for a bike ride
To a friend's house.

If it rains as you're riding in exhaustion and pain,
Don't slow down,
Cause at the end there's happiness to gain.

Laughing with a friend or two,
Is perfect for the things around you.
Having fun will make the sun
Bring a line along those clouds.

Then it'll shine through.
This all happens because of that mood.
Friendship will always bring a rope to cheerfulness.

And I truly agree,
Because this often happens to me.

Details | Senryu | |

No More Fakes on Stage

why would realistic
politicians hire someone
to fake reality

no more fakes on stage
we want real peolple with real
answers to problems

Details | Free verse | |

So Good For Me

I moved on much later, but that's alright.
I've struggled through for as long as I can.
And, now, I've finally got my place,
my own personal space,
where it's for me and me alone.
I can think there and ponder
the long route to my destination,
which happens to be that little place,
but oh it was worth it.

Details | ABC | |

the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.

Details | Free verse | |

Home Grown Pirates

Boxed in
and filled with sand
like a dry ocean
the towering
creosote soaked pillions
take the form 
of an old shipwreck
with riggings, planks
and a captain's wheel.
Paid by the commons
for the children to enjoy.
"Aye scalawags all aboard,"
shouts a portly 
pint size scoundrel.
Hence heed the call 
and came skipping
from his yard
none other than
six year old Suleiman.
"Halt boy,
There are no black pirates"
says the patched eye 
little thug
within ear shot 
of his parents.
Keeping the world of thievery
squarely in the domain
of whitey.

Details | Quatrain | |


The ball has three holes
And it is round
When it rolls down the lane
It makes a strange sound
Don't go too fast
But don't go too slow
Don't stand straight up
You need to get low
Keep your body going
At an easy pace
And put that ball
Right into place
Look at your spot
And find your mark
You know it's harder
To bowl in the dark
Once you know
How to keep score
The time goes fast
And you want to bowl more
So take a hint
From a good bowling fan
You'll like the game
If you're a girl or a man

Details | Free verse | |

(Jack) Griffin

The ocean waves are active,
The breeze is nice and brisk,
The children play in the sand,
Towers and parapets with moat.

I am surprised that no one has noticed
My footprints in the sand.

Leaving the moving acres of tan and foaming water
I stand at a stop with two other folks,
Paying me no mind, they stand quietly.
The autobus approaches and the eager attendees tense.

They enter and I follow,
The conductor demands no toll from me.

To Baker and 72nd we approach,
A man pulls the stop line,
The carrier pulls to a stop and the man erects
I follow him off as it is my stop as well.

I stand ready to cross the street, and as I cross
The behemoth lurches forward and strikes me.

I bounce off of its front, landing painfully on the curb.
Bleeding from several wounds acquired from the crash, 

I stand.

The city streets are buzzing,
The air is rank with fumes and smoke,
The denizens are busy scurrying about,
In bowlers, and two-piece suits with coat.

I am surprised that not one of them has noticed
The blood trailing my steps.

I call out, to no response,
To no aid, and no hope.
I continue forward and call again,
A man huddled in the corner of a building,
Freezing, like the heart of a cruel mistress.

He tensed when I cried out for help.
He heard me.

I approach the shivering man,
I inquire to his state, he quivers and remains silent.
I know you can hear me, I need help!
I grab his shoulder and pull him over to face me.

My arms fall limp to my side, in awe
The man staring up at me is a reflection.

I turn to flee, mixed feelings of doubt and terror
How could it possibly be? How can he be me?
As I amble forward the air becomes sharp and cold.
Bleeding and shivering, I fall to the ground amidst the crowd.

Fading, the day becomes night at 1:42pm.
The streets suddenly become deathly quiet.

Just another day in the city.

Details | Quatrain | |


It's coming soon
That time of year
For diving deep
And seeing clear
For finding things
You might have lost
From having fun 
At your instructor's cost
It's time again 
for that first Sunday noon
And being sunburned
In the early June
Then trying to find
Some large mouth bass
While taking pictures of
My friend's bare ass
You find your dive buddy
Gasping for air
From laughing so hard
Because you're not there
You want so much
To be on that boat
If only you knew
It would stay afloat
So, if you'd like
To come along
I'm sure with us
We'll make you belong
Come on and bring
Your diving gear
And stay with us
The entire year

Details | Rhyme | |


Took my truck to Albany last week,
Lost my fan belts,had a flat on the street.
Went to New York,the big apple at last,
Crossed the toll bridge,they took my pass.
Went to Minnesota,clear to the end.
Can't find a load,you are laid over my friend.
Went to Louisiana,trying to get home you see,
Only to find out,I was bound for Milwakee.
I quit making plans now that I find,
When not making plans,I get great home time.

Details | Free verse | |

Halloween Party?

I don't know where we all live, but if concievable, how about a Hallowen dress up
Party?  Kids, spouses, maybe s even music.  Maybe a prize for best constume. 
And some of my "schtick!"  Let me know

Details | Light Poetry | |


in wide 
moves side 
by side
its hot and stop
button at the top
mind run
you can put ton
cloths get done
it was my desire
to have a

Details | Rhyme | |


We're going to the Casino,
Just to have some fun.
But all our hard earned money,
Takes off on the run.
The glitter of the dancing lights,
Busy bustle of the crowd.
There's no angry fights,
People aren't too loud.
Ringing of the slot machine,
As you pass along the aisle,
Folks at gaming tables,
Are not in single file.
People save their money,
For one night on the town,
When their through their evening,
The magic let's them down.
Some folk  feel quite lucky,
Others really are,
As they head to the parking lot,
And drive away in their old car.

Details | Dramatic monologue | |



Details | Rhyme | |


Im in a jam
Dont no what to do
Im at a crossroad 
and cant decide whos who

I know who i love
I know who i despise
I know what god wants
but i need to see through his eyes

Im at a crossroad and cant see ahead
I wonder if lifes easier when your dead
Ithink things through both day and night 
im at a crossroads of a mighty fight.

Who do i associate myself with?
Where do i go for support?
Who are my real friends?
Whos love comes up short?

Im in a pickle and time is running out
Im in a crossroad that involves a lot of doubt

Details | Free verse | |


  On the BEAM to OBERON       
On the BEAM to OBERON 
Chapter 22 CHEPH111 


Charlockandroidone7 listed the crew members nammes 

MarYlin Mist: she was the captain and the pilot of the "Amaryllis Two" 

STOKKER: He is a MECH a human mechanic and the co-pilot. 

IOLA MATRON: She is patterned after love. 

Falcon Lady: a yerd woman she is extra crew member. 

Martian BOY: He was on MARS living in the caverns. 

The Miner: He walked with a left limp: he smiles a left side smile. 

The miner stowed his gear and tried to smile at the charlax android 

The CHARLOCKandroidone7 just nodded his head and laughed The Miner was 
so surprised. 

That's the CHARLAX android he was too short to be of any use so they sent me 
to finish the mission 

I'm much taller than that Japanese freak. He was a Honda motor in an English 

The Miner was satisfied then that the android was intelligent.When the stokker 
damps this thing again we leave at hypertext speed to OBERON THREE and 
then we will shuttlebeam on the FASTERTHANLIGHT@ and take in all the sites 
on CHEPH111 the third planet from the sun of the OBERON system. We will 
leave the MISTY WAY and be in HYPERNATION space for almost 300 earth years 
but do not worry MINER the affects and defects of a hypertext transfer do not effect 
humans and how was YOUR week gentle reader? 
 On the BEAM to OBERON 

Details | Ballad | |

' Legendary ... ' ( Part 4 (of) 4)

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 

Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key 
Alas’ … The Happenstance of Harm, at the Bower, twas’ Done Most Foully !
Alas’ … The Happenstance of Alarm, Maid twas’ Undone for Shameful Villainy!

 * * *  The Maid so Afraid, for The Earl Waylaid – Her, to His Infamy
He Ravaged and Damaged The Maid … and Took Her Innocency …

And She, in Her Distress and Mental-Regress and Misery
Sat Horrified-Aloof, Sitting in Soiled Proof, of Her Plundered Chastity
There Could Nay be Gathered, Her Tattered-Wits twere’ Shattered, even for Modesty
As The Earl snidely Chuckled, and Boastingly Buckled His Belt, Smirking Heinously

Yea, The Earl had Sated His Dissipated Lust and Gloated – Gleefully
Went Back to The Masque-Ball and Unmasked and Called and Mocked Maliciously
Impugned Beth, to One and All, of Her Downfall from Grace to Impropriety
The Earl Made Sure … The Stunned Knight Would Overhear, The Indecency …

But Much to The Earl’s Chagrin and also Akin to Cowardice and Incredulity
… The Knight Spoke Nay a Word, Only The Hissing of His Sword, Struck Accordingly
The Last Look, The Earl Saw Was … Rage and The Fraught-Gaze of  Insanity !
Yea, The Knight, Smote The Gloat off The Face of the Vile Earl, Most Deservedly …

* * *

Thence, The Knight, in Their Sight, Became Legend That Night as He Fought Mightily
He Escaped Royal Guards, His Heart was Beating Hard, as He made it to The Bowery
And by the Window, He could see by Melted Tallow, a piece of cloth hung Raggedly
caught Wherefore Beth … had jumped to Her Death … and Lay Below Crookedly …

* * *

Now, Tis’ Sad To Recite … They Hung The Poor Knight,  tis’ Further Travesty
For The Earl, tho’ Highborn, wast’ a Cur to Be Scorned … a Monstrosity !
Alas’ …  and Aghast, the hope of Lovers Together at Last, Turned into Tragedy
Fie’ and Fain, lest’ we Forget, this be A Story and yet… couldst’ be Reality …

Yea, Fie’ and Fain, lest’ We Forget, …  Why The Earl, His End Met … 

                        … This Too Was Vanity …   Eccl. 1: 14

‘ … Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ! ‘

                               The End

Details | Lyric | |

The Smelly Smoke

Scrubbing the surface to clear the scratches,
To remove the waste things and ugly flashes.
To keep room tidy to stack the things in place,
To care for ventilation to shinning a room face.

Spray the air-freshener and used perfume,
Washed up the clothes and put a side broom.
Clear the glasses and shine the photo frames,
Changed a new lamp shade for a nice gleam.

Curtains and wall paper matched with a colour,
Ceiling and surface has a laminated floor.
Replaced new paint on the window and the doors,
Sitting in a chair and watching tele in lore.

A fruit bowl was scenting sweetness in the Air,
A neighbour came and smoking Cigar what is fair?
I tried very hard to remove the smelly smoke,
I lost my weekend and it is hard to talk.

Details | Rhyme | |


Stayed at a hotel
in Tucson Arizona
darkness lit the hallway
the only place I could afford to stay
each night I would pray
that the next day
would not come
I was stuck, abandoned
hungry no food around
wondering when death would come
no way out
next door people would shout
at their crying babies
no one with any money
and empty bellies
no solutions 
just empty notions
dark and abandoned
at a hotel
in Tucson Arizona

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sizing Up the Enemy

Before commiting to battle,
A wise warrior reviews the odds,
Determines the likelyhood of success,
And judges accordingly...

In my younger, gang years,
I at times deviated from this basic logic...
Such as the time I and fellow member,
Barry Bernstein (knicknamed "Noodles the Shiv")
Not for his propensity to sit Shiva,,
But for his propensity to be the first
To introduce his gravity-knife,
Into the melee, taking it to a whole new level,
Generally one the opposition declined to accept,

Well, we had been taken by two new "blind" dates
to a movie on Long Island, and afterwards to a nearbly pizzeria,

Our typical garb in those days was leather jackets,
With cut off denim jacket adorned with chains and iron crosses,
A sort of motorcycless Hells Angel's Wanna-Be,

Well we were bothering no one,
But a nearby table with 7 or 8 "greasers",
Were taking great joy at insulting my long hair,
Referencing me to some sort of Indian,
With some "impolite" remarks about Barry's nose...

We listened to this for a while,
Until one remark set me off,
Wisdom, odds, all went out the window,
I removed my garrison belt,
(We, the "Gors", required everyone to
carry switchblades or gravity knives,
with gattison belt buckles sharpened
to razor status)
I wrapped the belt around my hand,
And slowly walked over to their table,
Brain dead, perhaps, but a good
Premonition of a Clint Eastwood movie,

"You got something to say?"
I spat out threateningly.
They sat in shock, silent,
"You wanna take me on?"
Another moment of hard looks, by me.
And they shuffled out, mumbling.

I went back to my pizza...
suddenly aware of my insanity...
This there town,
not mine...
The nearest Gors were 25 miles away.
There were no cell phones then.

Slowly, a crowd was gathering outside,
They had reinforcements they didn't even need,
I saw pipes, chains, baseball bats,
Trash cans, they were only short
a Battleship...
We were dead!

At last, one of the girl's mothers pulled up
in her stationwagon, to take us home,
I suggested to Barry we walk slowly to the car,
As though we were prepared to fight.
We got into the station wagon just as
Garbage cans, lids, and other projectiles
flew our way...
The mother said, "Gee, I wonder what's
wrong with those kids?"
I was never so happy to see a brain-dead
parent before.
It was the "Great Gors Escape"
And this tale is unadorned.

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Diving in April
It's sure to please
If you're like me
You're about to freeze
Diving in April
be sure to bring some towels
For those long boat rides
And the wind that howls
Dicing in April
Don't forget your hood
For if you do
It will not feel so good
Diving in April
The hot tub at its best
Just make sure
You include your favorite guest
Diving in April
You'll need a few to go
Because it's cold down there
When it's 48 below
Diving in April
and meeting new friends
Knowing for the season
You'll know them to the end
Diving in April
Starting a new year
Keep diving with us
No matter what you hear

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Pictionary Visions

It's a game with shapes to describe words that we all play.
But verbs that shall serve as verses is what we'd like to say.

They can't hold us down.
They can't hold us back.

Every time we shall rise.
Every time we shall have another smirk on our face.
Every time we will continue to move on.

There will be no quit.
There shall be no surrender.
You will not be a witness to my demise.
You will be surprised by the ambition that I embody.

There will be plenty tears for the many years,
that I did not accomplish that which I intended to.
There will be many bruises on many body parts,
in particular my heart that has turned from red to a darker hue.

The many days I'll over work body, mind and soul to fill up my glass.
The many nights that sleep was sacrificed for a goal that some say is out of my grasp.

With my head held high, with my tears dried, I shall clench a fist for all to see.

We didn't stop when they told us to.
They didn't dry our tears when we needed them to.

They couldn't hold us down.
They couldn't hold us back.

Every time we rose.
Every time we had another smirk on our faces.
Every time we continued to move on.

With teary eyes I’ll live long enough to see my vision.
Thanks to the precision of my decisions to fill in all the gaps,
I’ll embody it all, as our actions play Pictionary,
maybe then they'll understand our...ambition... through these Pictionary Visions

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Up and Down

Corruption and irresponsibility,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A heart has got a coronary disease.

A partial selection, 
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A plant fruit will die in its childhood.

A Sensibility and intelligence,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
Progress is flying as a balloon.

Immaturity and Impatience,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A body suffers with High blood pressure.

A Heart feels beauty, 
Mind accepts politeness,
Appreciation praises naturally,
A body dreams Love.

Quality and performance,
Maintains a system,
A progressive nature,
Delivers satisfaction and prosperity.

A person can sleep,
Smoothness maintains a system,
Cooperation builds a chain,
Supply grows as air flows in the rain.

Everyone likes the tides,
Up and down,
New challenges gain further directions,
A business motivates in Life.

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if demanded meet.

The unaltered Dropped gone Dead﷯﷯
﷯﷯Taught me Touch﷯﷯
﷯﷯And your Delicate White Skin.﷯﷯
﷯﷯He Could say, Hello, to things﷯﷯
﷯﷯Like Bumpkin, He can Dance, Alone.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Lowly worm Climbing through by think and feeling,﷯﷯
﷯﷯Like Wind, Wandering aimless, through the House,﷯﷯
﷯﷯I am something less, Your Versace Hobo, Designer Dressed,﷯﷯
﷯﷯For alley Beds and Psycho Vietnam-Vet Parties.﷯﷯
﷯﷯A Fetish for you, I Know, But seriously﷯﷯
﷯﷯I’m gonna Have to shave sometime this Week.﷯﷯
﷯﷯(And Can’t I at least wear my New Jacket for Christmas?)﷯﷯
﷯﷯Another Hour of Raggedy Homeless Sex, ﷯﷯
﷯﷯Pure Sensuous Form of Green eyes cloudy with Silver,﷯﷯
﷯﷯The Gravel of Your Heart, Made of petrified Kittens left in the Box,﷯﷯
﷯﷯Forgotten and Under the Tree,﷯﷯
﷯﷯While Even the Wind creaks by you Slowly, Yes,﷯﷯
﷯﷯The Flowers Of Your’ Bringing Are Fangs.﷯﷯
﷯﷯And Still,﷯﷯
﷯﷯﷯﷯The Warm Comes﷯﷯
﷯﷯Without Sound.﷯﷯

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The Excursionists

the excursionists
visiting the lake of green
did they find haiku?

Details | I do not know? | |

Soup Convention update

Start with intro (Soup Executive)
Poetry readings.
(If on Long Island)- my band will play (Classic rock)
"Roast" on a pre-selected candidate.
Poetry reading/and/or/ discussion.
Gambling(Horse Race game)
Last call cocktails.
Vote and declare
King and Queen Poets for the
I'll provide plaques.

If wanted, we can have the entire event videotaped.
I feel we ought to ackowledge Soup Pesonnel- so
therefore I will get them tokens' of appreiation.
And copies of video will be available to who ever wants 
to purchase.

Come On Folks-We Need at Least 100 People!!!!!!!!  SIGN UP NOW!!!!!
Any suggestions, additions. deletions, comments, please email 
Spouses, girfriends, even hooker's welcome,

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Souper-Men/Souper Woman-Convention Idea

I think we should ask the Soup people about this convention-where to have- how 
much each would need to contribute.  This could be a big promotional coup for 
the Soup people-even if they charge us , say $20 per head to attend- and more 
for site...etc...And perhaps I can get my old band together for entertainment- I'd 
even do some of my stand-up and comedy gratis.  and maybe 
vote for a couple of categories of poetry- romantic, humourous-sad-life-loss- 
and "Grand Master Poet"  Please advise me of your thoughts!  Thank you, and 
God bless you all!!        tom bell

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When you wake up in the morning

When you wake up in the morning and start your daily tasks. What is the first 
thing you want to accomplish  for  today?  Are you thinking about yesterday and 
the things you didn’t do?  If your mind is on  yesterday for  what you haven’t 
finished  or the many troubles  and unfinished plans that went  along the way.  
You can  diminish that thought  and make your plans what did not get finished 
yesterday. And start anew. Do you have too many daily tasks to do?  Why not do 
them one at a time when you  make a plan on the most important things and 
don’t ask where can I begin. And how to do things right and to know I can win. 
Don’t find  yourself in a hurry and take it nice and slow.  Why not do the things 
right and try not to worry and do not rush the time for today is here now  so make 
a plan for your day ahead  and do not dread the things you have to do. For 
yesterday is gone plan the hear and now. Listen what I am telling  you  take this 
day and make a vow and you will know what to do when you wake up in the 

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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 

… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

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My Proposed Blog/Bio- Comments Appreciated

My name is Tom Bear Bell.  I was born in 1950 in a cold climate far up north.  Of 
mixed blood (half Eskimo/ half Polar Bear) ; I am proud to say I was the first of my 
breed (Innuit  Whos clothes don't fit); to enroll in N.A.S.A. (North Arctic Snow 
Association).  At a very early age I displayed a remarkable talent for ice-water 
swimming and snow ball throwing.  I'm a graduate of the C.C.C.P. Institute (Cold 
Cold Clammy Polarbears).  I currently live in Iceland, but to me, it seems a bit too 
warm, so I might move back north.  My hobbies include grabbing fish from open 
ice holes, and sliding on my backside.  I also enjoy panic attacks (you should 
see their eyes when I attack!!), and being sutured.  I'm well respected as a 
talented master of the tarraddle (Yet another $10 word!!!)  I'm 8 foot, nine inches 
tall, (when I'm not too lazy to stand up.), with a white, somewhat hoary 
complection.  My religion is Histopathology, where I am considered an "elder".  
My goal in life is to create the world's first wide bodied twelve blade disposable 
razor.  I was married once, but during an extended famine, I was forced to devour 
my spouse.  I have 3 Cubs, but they're currently in Chicago.  My email address is; 
Wasteland Ice Polar Trade Post- box 12, which is 6 miles north of thw north pole.  
I hope to hear from you'se soon, however, no animal rug lovers please!!!.

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My Hollywood Photographer

For my son Paul
I'm so proud of you
Growing up in a small little town
Now look at what you do.

You walk the Red Carpet
Party with all the bands
Never miss an awards show
Backstage passes always in your hands

You've met all the movie stars
Multiple web sites to sell your art
Yet you've never forgotten all of us
Thanks for keeping your precious heart

I did good when you hugged me
I held back all my tears
I didn't want to let go
A mom always has fears

If you can retire at 30
Like you happily said
You can achieve what I could not
Laying in a perfectly made bed

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go up there 
bang in the air
 say out loud
get way from the crowd
with specail friends
bring the year in
with a toot
do sing ring

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Soup Convention?

Anyone interested in getting together at a "Soup Convention"- hopefully with Soup 
executives, for a night of fun and reverie?????

Details | I do not know? | |

The Resistance

Lucid development in the mainstream,
Completely erratic and lazy,
Idiotic to the point where we know no best,
Sing for the moment and get it off your chest,
Roar of the thunder in a clash of clouds,
Smothered in lies with the orchestra sound,
Mix it up right to get instant light,
Which might direct hope, into the correct fight,
Unleashed like the never before,
Here comes the truth, right out the door.

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Who is enemy?

A person who loves you,
And feels jealous,
When you ignore him,
And finds opportunity,
To complain against it.

A person who praises you,
Actually seeking affairs,
His kind and polite behaviour,
That is trying to win your heart,
So he can get a kind service,
His offer has a meaning.

A person who feels pride,
And he courages you to do something,
Actually he is turning his experience,
He wants to return something back,
That he fails to gain it,
That’s why we need advice.

A person who whispers,
Actually he is delivering information,
A person is bad, be aware,
He works as a mirror reflects on us,
A person can learn for improvements,
That’s why a man learns through mistakes.

A person who is smudger?
Actually he works as an enemy,
He always trying to fire something,
His motive is only to ruin others,
He feels joy to put others in crisis,
He drags knife in someone’s back.

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Tin Can Navy

To the Signalmen of the Watch

She is cool gray steel, slicing darkest sea.
Crewed by crazed youngsters, both man and woman.
Quiet and deadly, in following seas, free.
No light above, but the Moon and Orion.

Coffee, cigarette, red night lights aglow, 
I, reading Conrad, lookouts are all set.
Only sounds of the sea and radio, 
always watchful for contacts to be met.

She patrols her night box for rouge raiders.
Giant turbines in her belly turn with snap.
The night cook prepares mid watch cheese sliders.
Chaplain says night prayer, Boats plays taps.

She was built for fast work anytime or place.
I sit on watch, red light bathing my face. 

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From Distant Shores

      Evening arrives
waves caress the shoreline
  We wait here while 
        those on distant shores
  live, play and work
Sunlight gives way
         to moonlight
                         light to darkness
provides liberation and
           a brief respite from toil
News from distant shores
takes time to reach us
    before it does 
we will have become
       ready to receive it
our eyes open once more
we can see through  a brick
        wall in time
From distant shores come
    tales of hope and 
                  tales of desolation
The sorrow we hear of 
is the sorrow we feel
    the orb which rules
the night 
Keeps shining..........

Details | Concrete | |

Bullet In The Chamber

Nobody can prevent,all you can do for crying out loud 
is join in its allowed.Allah ain't laughing.Ha Ha He
He.Every single signal of communication..Dangerous
like a bullet in the chamber.I am on am to fm
stereo;From digital,antenna,sattelite,also created HD
radio;I control ohms to make people say um.Day until
p.m.Each day I am if I wasn't why would I say I am.I have
no direction;I use every english word that I have
constructed.I use these commands at my selection.
Which gives my govt. the U.S.A. & I the biggest
erection.Never final. People should do a bowel
movement. I never throw in the white towel.I am after
the crown.All I ask is for is to form an original
thought. I faught and fought for a form of
thought.The f curse word is derived from forming.I wil get
laid,now a days,to hatch an egg.Unity= YoU aNd  I
Tea;whY not add lemon plus milk; and also "Equal"
and/or "Splenda".Its slpendid that I precisely select
the price of products."Equals" I did and still do.Is
dictatorship all right with you? I ma(ke it h)appen  I keep using a cue of clues to 
lead you; to lueryou to whom is the #1 world leader. This sole controllers' soul is 
sold on dvd's and cd's around the globe. I am used, misused, and abused.I 
mention a mansion. I am so intelligent. I will pop a tent. Earth is my brain. Every 
day before I wake I feel the power, I have explained I need a interview to show the 
world my inner view. The world will maintain on how I feel. I control mother nature 
so I wander maybe people could show me a sign of life, I take over the tv screen 
and the reality scene. I will reproduce the same as before during this era of 
errors until I am confronted. The world is insane, and I will reproduct at random 
who fills the shoes of who did it before. But who cares, and/or who would take 
action. All people do is believe and watch what I work hard to do. I am a ghost/ 
holy spirited person. This present tense. Is the future that I am physically in. My 
supervision controlled environment. I am the creature that makes the future.

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The Mighty Gors!

surely the name was far more scary,
than ever we would be,
this puddy-footing gang
that included me

oh we looked kind'a scary
in our regalia absurd
but if you did challenge us,
in our pants, you'd likely find a turd

black leather, denim cut offs
chains and iron crosses wild
we hid behind this persona
because really we were quite mild

but that was then, and now is now
though I still sometimes think,
and wonder how,
we survived in a wild world
we did not understand,
and even thought, 
we were pretty grand.

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Noisy Neighbor

chocolate covered nut,
was my neighbor
and crazy as a loon
banged on his pots and pans
each night
while howling at the moon

disturb me once more, I thought
and I will teach you well
with noise so horrific
you'd rather be in h_ll!

he did not heed my warning,
and howled on night and day
so I set my alarm for 3AM
sure I'd get my say

I pointed mighty amplifiers
out my windows old
I opened up said windows,
I did not fear the cold

so it's noise you want? I muttered
so angry and so sick,
pushed down my organ's "on" button,
and gladly heard it click

now my mighty organ would rumble
with sounds so awful you would run
discordant notes I blasted
volume pedal pushed  full gun

the roar was long and frightful
my own ears began to bleed,
but I'd teach this momma mucker
what he must surely need

so my windows, they did shatter
as did his and others' too
but I kept my keys depressed
I even used a shoe

now a sound this bad, I understand
can waken up the dead
so sure enough I rumbled on
pain swelling in my head

and there among the mists of night,
a thing most to dread
so eerie- scary and more
appeared the ghost
of my long lost love
my most beautiful Lenore

she did not look so pleased
and in her hand she held
a pot to brain my noggin',
until from it silence was finally bled

I gasped, I chocked, I whimpered
frightened out of my very wits
and if you checked my underwear
you surely would find ____z

so i stopped, and she was gone
my neighbor still banging gong, gong, gong!
only now when he does this
I smile and join along
I sit and howl, and drivel
banging gong, gong, gong, gong, gong!!!

Details | Rhyme | |

Whistling Tires

When I bent and reached there down, 
The tire made a hissing sound; 

Each puncture made a blow, 
Releasing air and letting it flow; 

Now look who got that simple gift, 
Some flat tires, did so swift; 

See the car I'm standing near? 
Has whistling tires that I hear!

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I am a man
I have three speeds
Fast, medium, and slow
Fast is great
Medium is fine
Slow is undesirable
and broken

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Running Colors

In a city of gun wielding, drug dealing and heathens.
Home of the pity where murder offers mysterious reasons.
In a neighborhood of red, a man of blue unknowingly walks through.
Where vendettas are settled with berettas.
Trained are these creeds, to perform the evil deeds.
Of avenging their comrades, who have fallen in these streets.
Strolling down the sidewalk.
Reality sets in, within the time of a gun cock.
On this block three reds look on to make him dead.
Cringing at the truth, this soul of blue sences the dread.
From out of their eyes, knives do fly.
If looks could kill, this man would die.
So here begins the primal fear.
The chruning of the bowels and that ringing in the ear.
The violance can never end.
Life and death, here, come full circle again.
Feelings of instinct complete his fear.
As this man of blue fights back the running of the tears.
Beginning a sprint with the occasional squint back.
To see if the attackers are still on track.
Around a corridor, and over a fence.
Over a car door, and around with no sence.
Down an alley way.
This is his last chance to live another day.
The reds are closing in.
With his legs about to give in.
Nearly in tears, he pleas with God.
Swearing, daring never to sin again.
For his fight is almost dead.
Disrupting the peace, he bursts onto the street.
Spotting a police car on the usual beat.
A serious glance the officer offers the nearly delirious man.
But nothing more, just a smile as vile as one can.
Casually driving away.
Leaving a returng of that churning feeling as he turns to face the other way.
And out a sound rang.

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I Want

I want so much to be
part of the great big  plan
though I'm not sure I see
Or know or understand

I want to teach the children
to believe that dreams come true
to learn from where they've been
And give thier all in all they do

I want to wish upon a star
and gaze into the night
to see each planet near and far
And know the worlds alright

I want to travel here and there
learning about people as I go
to camp outdoors, see a fair
And let my appreciation grow

I want to learn what the world can teach
I want to know everything
I want it all within my reach
I want all the world can bring

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Getting Somewhere (2005)

No more buses no more trains
No more freezing and waiting in the snow and rain
The blazing sun used to melt my face
Having your own car is having your own space
No more sitting next to Mr pong
Finally getting somewhere lets hope its lasts long 

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My Shadow

When I were coming back,
From local library,
A bell was ringing,
In a church, on a street.

Few minutes were left, 
A prayer was in action.
The old ladies were mentioning,
They had a cold morning,
And checking the heating system. 

When a lady hand shacked me,
She was delighted to met my warm hands,
The father had a payer for peace,
Asian Earthquake, Human rights agencies,
And all for sick and needy persons,

Father was blessing and serving,
A piece of breed as a body of Christ,
Red Wine as blood of Christ.
Everyone tastes from one vessel.
I was delighted to see all.

When my turn came,
Father stopped his service,
And asked me, Are you Christian?
I said, No,
He normally blessed me.

He didn’t involve me to share.
To eat a body of Christ
Or to suck his blood,
I was thinking about almighty God,
That is belief, God is one,
And we all are brothers and sisters,
But I was thinking about that distinction.
A saw of a shadow of my untouchability. 

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Big Black Lie

As time drug on, as it always does at stop lights, 
a longhaired rustic man banged on my window.
I thought he looked homeless with his long scruffy beard, 
but he really drove the bus parked right next to me. 

Hesitantly cracking a sliver in the window
just to make his voice audible, I heard him say,
“Hey Lady, a huge snake just crawled in the front of your truck.”
I sneered and told him he was crazy. 

As I sat there pondering over the logic to a snake 
crawling into a vehicle in the middle of the city,
I gained more confidence that I had nothing to fear.
Of course I called Animal Control just to be safe.

I sat in the parking lot as my vehicle was inspected, 
expecting to prove the bum wrong. I found out real quickly
that mangled and wrapped tightly around the engine
was a five-foot pregnant black snake.

Two days later I saw the driver of that bus
parked near the front of my school.
As I smiled and waved with thanks
he just shook his head in disgust and looked away.


Details | Sonnet | |

Hotel Street

Memories of a lonely sailor on liberty.

A swift flash of the wrist, "Eight ball corner."
Fresh brew, another cigarette, "Who's next?"
A little chalk, another new comer
Long drink, a fast break, the balls write the text

"Hey! Jam a couple quarters in the box!"
"Play some rhythm and blues for my soul."
Choose my prey from the alone, like a fox
"Rack ‘em up sucker, open your billfold."

”Another for my new friend. What's your name?"
Beer's good, game on the tube, bartender is nice
Passing the time by being in the game
Four ball in the side, "Gonna bank it twice."

A night on Hotel Street, in paradise
The most safe harbor for those of despise

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A Cocky

A cracker and a cocky,
They are playing hockey,
A cracker is no longer,
A cocky licking a finger.

A cocky bought a hen,
But hen has no brain,
A cocky is searching egg,
Without cock a hen is fig.

A cocky loaded a pony,
But he was little funny,
He eats much and walks slow,
Always weeps when seeing a crow.

A cocky bought a pig,
That was only a dirty rag,
He always wants something to eat,
Otherwise has a fence defeat.

A cocky thinking to buy a cow,
He managed a land what how,
He also brought a Saxon dog,
He will be guard to everything log.

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its old but gold
a pass time thing
thats hadn't change
been around  from
town they put checker down
and get set to you can bet
better yet
its a

Details | I do not know? | |


my life was dull,boring and a choir. 
From the state I was born I no longer adored

I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her 
happiness was still haunted.

Born from the parents of regal perception,
all through her life she maintained a honest connection

There was still something else that she long for, 
her dreams,ambitions and goals,
she didn't long for any more

The wild side of her heart began to long for a new start, a new adventure
She constantly maintained her strength,looking for a sign to be sent to her

Filled with depression,sadness and anxiety-
forcing her to live life as a perfect society

She'll take the leap,go for the chance.lose control-
without a second glance 

Back home Friends and family mocked her,told her she'd never succeed
She paid no attention,continued her desire...her internal need

Now This daddy's girl sets out in the big city
she's got too much pride to except any pity

she gets bumps and bruises along the way
but her stanched determination won't let her sway

She's been hustled,conned, and just made a fool of
never lost site that it was really the journey she love
At times broke,down and out and even no lights
under the sign of the bull,she wont give up the fight

I'll take on this city and it abuses she said
defeat is not an option,get that notion out of your head.

Think mom and dad will be proud of the life i lead
invisible war wounds of the city is what she'll bleed

Is there no one I can trust,lean on in this time of hour
Hell No,man up,show you have strength like fist of power   

 This story will end up good, not like others you've heard
for certain only my success will be the last word

I won't reveal the whole story, just know that I win
I betcha they wont forget me....but rather remember me till the end.

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get a life

well, here i am at the grocery
store looking at some
good food that i could
possibly cook for a friend,.

i wonder if this is what 
my friends mean,
when they say........
get a life.

i am scared at the grocery
at 3 am and everyone
even the night employees
look like a vampire would 

i hurry up near the frozen
food and find frozen
 biscuits with my
frozen breakfast

slowly i look around
and pull my cart up to
the cashier and dump 
all my goods on the

now, i am loading
my car, by myself,
and wishing that
someone would 
come over and cook
these things for 

hey guys is this a 
i thought i would 
be more exciting.

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Broken and torn into two,
lost in a unhappy darkness that traps me deep inside,
homeless  broken,
my eternity is lost in willingness to live,
so accepting of this hatred,
confusing  twisting this reality has become,
my shadow in life and possibly death,
the crossroads are here do I turn right or left ?
one so smooth with a tight turn,
the other cliffs off into a endless fall into crimson light,
down the path I travel as darkness falls,
eternity awaits as hatred lost in crimson light awaits,
happiness turns to avenge my faith,
trusting a hopeless romantics trials,
in crimson fury as the heart burns deeply,
the light returns in a shadowy meadow,
as the sun cast on our now icy corpses,
warmth now returns,
as rest now follows,
after a life of endless lust,
a eternity of harsh trials,
death takes over and eternity now follows. 

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Chapter Fourteen: Cheph111 : Martian BOY

  Chapter Fourteen: Cheph111 : Martian BOY 
STOKKER looked up from his study of the prints you knoe MarYlin there was a 
cave off in the distance not very far and eye noticed some movement there mabe 
a Martian BOY he laughed clearly he was joking but MarYlin Mist the pilot of 
the "Amaryliss Two" was off the path and walking hurridly to the caverns. 
CharlaXAndroidOne was in dismay WAIT let us all go we can eat later he cried 
out The Matron Iola was laughing as she caught up to the crew now a crowd in 
the desert bunched up. She said OH androidone you do not rally eat that 
synthetic body of yours is made almost complete tell me how it is done? The 
stuffins just enter my belly and slide the rest of the way out of me not unlike the 
real CharlaX7 who still resides on Earth in this MISTY WAY system on the planet 
Newtonia in the city of Bostonia we had left behind so far away.STOP. THE 
STOKKER said LOOK. and they all saw the BOY. He had strang joker hair all red 
and green and shiney like algea and he was pointing his blaster at them and 
smiling ;;;;;Please come back gentle reader and finish the story of the little 
Martian Boy while Charlax7 works on a different poem. 

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Houston 2001

In this city of failed dreams
there lies a knowledge of paths
that lead in every direction that the
curious mind would want to venture.
Gold cross of resurrection in
the very midst of chaos.
Medicinal cures and healing hands
closely entwined with the
methamphetamines and promiscuous
fornication of the night.
While Picasso and Renoir
inspire a youth's ambitions,
gang wars steal innocence
by the handful.

A wide range of choices means
48 hours to contemplate
which sin to commit first.
Million dollar homes and
candy-apple red ferraris
create a facade of happiness
as they silently consummate
the adultery and addictions
that make them feel complete.

A Montrose prostitute brushes past
a local evangelist, laughing aloud
as she recalls that he 
was last week's meal ticket.
A depressed father wonders
"Why me God?", thinking of
yesterday's amputation, as he
stares out the hospital 
window, seeing the unaffected
world below.

A cute young girl driving 
a Lexus, in one hand a cell phone,
a drink in the other, is unaware
of the cursing man in the
beat-up Pinto behind her.
He fingers the pistol lying
in the passenger seat, as
he daydreams of
pointing it at the slow
b_tch ahead of him and
blowing her brains out.

My own reality comes back to me
and I realize that none of this
matters to me.
It's merely an observation
of the Hell I drove through

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Closer to a Grillionaire

There is a man who made a cool  Mill'..          

    all because of a Foreman Grill.     

Now, I hear through the grape-vine air      

this man is closer to a Grillionaire !

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Liberty Down

To lonely sailors

Lines of polyester, a sawbuck fare
My mates, a little tea, my plight set
Smokey guitars scream over bands of hair
Cheap, watered bourbon, endless cigarette

Round perch, watching the watchers, colored lights
Elbow nudge; take the wooden pipe, past on
Back in line, another drink, eye the sites
A new view, another hit, a bad con

Munchies, chili dogs and fries, the night's end
Walking, searching for the ride back to ship
Suspended in a party with no kin
Back in my rack, open eyes slowly slip

A night of liberty, nowhere to go
These times put a lonely sailor down low

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Assignment for Ms. Burroughs

The Poet
On the cruise ship was an unknown poet,
His style so hot, that none could approach it.
Not the smartest guy, don’t be quick to judge,
Doesn’t read much, writing is what he loves.
His lyrics are of experience and truth;
Life has been hard since the days of his youth.
The poet has a broad structure and voice,
Blessed with deftness and the power of choice.
Wanting to do things his way is a must;
Sometimes this starts controversy- a fuss.
His britches baggy get not too saggy.
He wears a cruel curse, the looks of daddy.
It’s hard to be him self, around wealth,
But he loves him self, can be no one else.
Tries to live life in the slow, paced lane,
But doing wrong calls the strong poet’s name.
To him life is a big mystery case,
Is it money or love that he should chase?
He wonders why life is such a hard task,
Is there a price, to receive paradise?
The poet is a curious young man,
But is it wrong to want to understand? 
He wants to be useful in his lifetime,
So he does his best, to write with finesse.
God Bless.

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The last day.........
To fulfill
No tears to spill
Be it as it may

When you give all.........
All that you can
But it begins to fall..........
The failure of a good man

To see it through.........
The heart begins to bleed
No end in sight too..........
Can I find..........
The things you need...........
The things you pay no mind

The last day..........
So many things fail
but only fail
blaming others
The final nail..........
The final day

The last day...........
All I have to give..........
To give all I can
The failings of a good man
The words he wanted to say

Small kind things............
crushed underfoot
The hurt it brings
The heart to bleed..............
The small kind things you need

To see it through.........
To the last day...........
They do not see the way
They cannot see........
What is true

The last day.............
The head held high
I did try
Tried to find another way
On the final day

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Scandalous Thoughts

A party in 1863
A girl about to wonder
A young naïve unruly thing
Scandalously ponders.

Weaving in and out of sight of contemplations weary light
A sort of fun majestic flight that sooths the hungry appetite

Allowing such a naughty thing
Would surely be a bandit
Too much fun would spoil the rules
An exercise too candid.

She sings and starts a merry dance to wondrous a circumstance
It’s miracle a dazzling trance to tempting to a rigid stance

Imagine old and grumpy men
All standing in a circle
Too proud to take a lady’s hand
Would surely be a Mir’cle

Beyond the real she soon collides within a societal divide
To let the morays soon subside a feeling they won’t soon deny

They gasp in their deliverance
To see a lady sway
Too devious to behold
Too hard to look away

But now is not the time for this a memory they would soon dismiss
This sort of ‘havior can’t exist you’ll have to settle for a kiss.

So there you have it as it was
Before we all were born
Today a girl can dance all day
And barely be adorned.

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Soup Kitchen

I presented my idea of a PoetrySoup convention to the Soup people- they thought 
it was a good idea...We, Soup members, would bear the costs, but I think I have 
a plan (if held on Long Island, N.Y.) that would make those costs reasonable.  I 
just need a show of hands on who would be interested.  We spend a lot of time 
together...why not face to face once in awhile?  Maybe every other year or so...I 
suspect it'd be a blast...if on L.I.- I'll provide the band (free), and if so desired, will
do a stand-up comedy routine. (no tossing tomatoes, please!)  So email me at, and lets see if can open our first "Soup Kitchen"
     Imagine all that talent in one room!!!   I might even have it video-taped!!
                                Best regards, tom bell

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The Descriptions

You always think,
I am a child,
I need more training,
To sell your product,
To understand,
The nature of your product,
When you put an idea,
In my human computer,
And tried to search,
The matching of your qualities,
You were surprised,
To read my abilities,
The descriptions of my nature.
The efficiency of living,
And opened various different files,
To alter barriers,
To add new accelerations,
You were compelled to say,
I am an able man,
I am no longer a child.

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Rolling Thunder (Redondilla)

The rumbling sound flashes pass
Heads held high like soldiers in mass
Handles straight as a new lamp pole
These bikers are now on the roll

Soft wind caressing their faces
Holding on, ladies with laces
Gliding with a natural flow
As they go with a rumbling glow

Corners and curbs their hogs traverse
Rolling thunder with such a burst
Riding the shores this afternoon
Coming to your town one day soon

Comments:   The Redondilla is a Spanish form of poetry.  It has four lines with 
eight syllables in each line.  The rhyme scheme varies from aabb, abab, to abba. 
This poem is about the rumbling bikers passing through town.  It’s such a great 
sight to see as they maneuver their bikes in their special way. It's dedicated to 
the rumbling hogs of thunder with non-grumbling, mumbling riders!

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Dartboard Dummy

Mr. Dartboard Dummy,
Oh, yes, that be me...
Hung the dartboard on the room's door,
One that opened out,
Toss a dart, when someone enters,
You will hear a shout!!
We never even thought of it,
And tossed our darts real hard...
Luckily our dummy luck held up,
Or we'd be handing out  a new 
funeral card..
That's just a small example
of the stupidity,
That comes to me so naturally,
Like the Christmas sign
we'd hung for years,
In our living room....
10 years later we bothered
to read it,
"Season's Greenthings" it
did declare.....
Yeah, I'm dumb as spit!

Or the time I had to pee
real bad,
But my cousin was in the tub,
Brilliant Tom Bell had a
great solution,
Just pee out the house's rear door,
And I was smirking with my wisdom,
Till I realized I did ignore...

Our next door neighbor's lawn chaise,
Her sunning as I peed,
She was watching me in amazement...
Oh, what a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb creed!

I can only imagine all the
Brain dead things I never
was aware I was guilty of,
As I was doing them publicly....
But I wouldn't leave the house for three
weeks after that....
Something no one could possibly help not miss...
And only behind locked, darkened
bathroom doors,
Would I there after piss!

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Object in my phrase

She never realised the depth of my heart.
Until I didn’t offer my wishes as a chart.
As long as she enjoyed my taste of kind,
She developed my gesturing in her find.

Days and nights, a winter and summer,
She was passing it away as a dreamer,
Everyday she builds a dream to lock herself,
She fights to enjoy it with automatic self.

She expects nobody will come to interrupt,
Until her needs doesn’t offer her a joy gift.
She thinks to take bath in a cheerful pond,
She has her aim and objectives of a life bond.

She explains as sun grows and never delays,
She likes glamour as sunshine grows and displays.
I like to play as I am young, heat is my subject,
I chose very carefully that nobody can reject.

I like to play with fire; I love to fly in smoke,
I like to fly in air where nobody using a break,
My feelings and thoughts charged me always,
Enjoyment is my aim love is object in my phrase.

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My first Love

Years ago,
When first time,
You were smiled at me.
I were smiled also and heard,
You has asked to your nephew, ‘
Who is your neighour?
Your point was very clear,
That was my time.
I never forget,
Those moments,
That I spent in your waiting.
I always realised you,
When I embraced to my wife,
I ever think,
You were my first love. 

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My Image

Allow this stranger of another species to become me. how i dare not breathe 
because of my own me. Of all the things that i believe. Of all the things i conceive. 
I'd pick you. Through my journey's. all my paths what forth can i not adhere to. I 
stick with my past. For they seem to last. an won't let this stop me. this has not 
yet  opt to me. Let me go i want to breathe, the air you breathe. the way you walk, 
talk in your sense, know your time of gesture. I am what you want me to be. I can't 
be what anybody else see's. Im just your foreshadow. What the outside sees 
before the inside does. Help me get me out of here. Oh i can't im stuck until you 
die away and remember you are beautiful. Inside and out. Im your mother. Im 
your Mirror Image.

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Doesn't Matter

What do you think?
I also have desires,
Doesn’t matter, I am poor,
You are rich.

What do you think?
I amn’t alive for needs,
Doesn’t matter, I can’t afford,
Or you can afford them.

What do you think?
Growth is only your destination,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy maintain,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Respect and honour is only your wealth,
Doesn’t matter, you can easy claim,
And it is hard for me.

What do you think?
Thought comes only in your mind,
It is a matter, you can’t befool me,
Contribution is also my aim.

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One Night Stand

I am so freakin confused
But I am not amused.

I met this guy,
Thought he was fly,

One thing led to another,
We did the do,

And he ate me too.
It was whatever,

No complaints here,
But comes the day after.

Don't hear from him,
But heard from my ex Tim.

Called to talk about his glory,
But he's another story.

The anticipation of this phone call,
Is worst then loosing money at the mall,

Money can be earned back,
But him not calling, makes you feel like you were bad in the sack.

I'm a big girl,
Rejection won't make me hurl.

It's been two weeks,
And I've been sitting on my butt cheeks,

Waiting for that call,
That never came at all.

Then it hits me,
I'm free!

Why try a relationship so fast,
Knowing it won't last.

He and I go our seperate ways in a few,
So he can't be my boo.

So I guess it was for the best,
And I should let this go to rest,

After all,..............................
I just had my first One Night Stand.

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In My Shoes

I am the kid that doesn’t exist
Some would consider me a doormat
This poem is kind of different because
It has a different format.
Do you know how it feels to be me?
Do you know what I mean when I say “See Me”?
Do you know how it feels to be rejected?
Do you know how it feels to always be disrespected?
Do you know how it feels to be disregarded?
Do you know how it feels to be treated like you are retarded?
Do you know how it feels to be alone?
Do you know how it feels to always be on your own?
Do you know how it feels to have a life you don’t want?
Do you know how it feels when friends and family put up a front?
Do you know how it feels to always get hurt?
Do you know how it feels to be considered a jerk?
Do you know how it feels to not want to live?
Do you know how it feels to give with nothing to give?
Do you know how it feels to have a bad day everyday?
Do you know how it feels to be mistreated in every way?
If you don’t here are some clues
Answer yes to all these questions 
And you would have walked in my shoes.

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friday night fights

Go on drinking, without thinking,
about the bout you'll soon be in,
and begin to fathom the random way,
in which the day can blur,
into a trance, perchance and lead you, and bleed you,
throw you out, give you gout, as you worry about,
a thousand chances in the sand , 
when you could have been,
should have been, out like a light, 
before fall of night, 
and worry about the fury,
your head will feel, make your squeal,
crying, dying but then flying,
into a place you never have been,
drained of all your sin, 
waiting to begin,
again the same way Friday night,
without fright, 
to start another fight.

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looking at the water
i look at this leaf
as it gets hotter
wonder what's underneth

like the leaf falls from the trees
i fall now on my own
as i go now to my knees
the time of life is shown

people say the today of life
is nothing but a strain
i am way too stifled
right now to complain

so as i walk 
i see the leaf
and as i talk
about what's beneth

i sit and i wonder
about what is worth
as i feel the thunder
that was delt with my birth

sorry it burns
the way that it does
no wonder the urns
called my name cuse

it all hurts so badly
and i dont want to leave
but just like the leaf sadly
ive got somthing to achieve

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Glorious wind,
pushes me far
Bleached  canvas sail
Navigate by star

This mysterious force
keeps me on course
Wind blow
Pushes me so

Wind on water
Ripple on sea
for all to see
Wind come to me


Wind push me far
Do not fail
Taut rigging
Set spar


Wind come to me
Gentle breeze
Gentle sea


Where I want to go
Follow  your star
You know it so

Follow star
take me far


Compass heading
Come to me
This holy grail


Navigate by star
Wind come to me
Blow me far
Follow this trail


Deck of teak
Sail of white
New islands I seek
Sea bright
Sands of white

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Boat People

To those who keep the seas free

They place themselves board tiny boats at sea,
floating alone, hoping for savior's mast.
Their homes overran by threshing V.C.
We approached, fearful faces were made fast.

Their hungry eyes looking upward for trust,
one by one we hauled them aboard, swing and hoist.
There were women, children, and old men, we must!
A tent city constructed, their tears moist.

We sank their boat when they were safe aboard.
Grenades to the hull and below she sank.
We sailed them to Hong Kong, for free room and board.
Leaving them, we knew for freedom they thank.

People seek out freedom from oppression.
My shipmates and I survive a lesson.

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MarYlin cracked the atmosphereic dome just long enough to let STOKKER store 
the PACK the suits was easy on and sealed only at the neck if you study long you 
study wrong the secret was developed by Charles Beau Ford at the Doctor Hice 
laboratory in 2001 in the rocket scientry department where charlaxandroidone 
was borne. SHe helped the matron and insisted that charlaxone get dressed but 
neglected to seal his neck he would have been so confused since he could 
breathe on Mars as well as STOKKER seemed to do they suited up and hit the 
dirt and started down the footprints of the STOKKER he was carefully 
backtracking to the house so they could and would discovere food and hospitality 
from the woman and the man who were living there on Mars the dead planet of 
the solar system one the MISTY WAY.

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Crawling Down the Social Ladder

When I was born,
And for the first 5 years,
We lived in Brooklyn,
"King's County" you should know,

Then we moved to "Queen's"
Yup, "Queen's County" 
A small step down the royal ladder,
One that hardly seemed to matter

Next, I went to "Nassau County",
As if on a royal cruise,
Maybe a royal vacation,
Didn't seem like much to lose...

And now I'm in "Dutchess County"
And I'm startin' to see a pattern,
When will end?
When I finally reach Saturn??

So let's take the logical steps ahead,
At least those until I'm dead....
I guess by all rights,
Next will be "Earlville" in my sights,

Followed by "Knight'sbridge" I
would tempt to guess,
You see where I'm heading?
This surely is a mess...

Next "Serf-town" I would predict,
Any lower, and I'll be sick!!

But we haven't ended our descent,
Cause from there, to "Leper'sLand"
I went.....

I'm not even go on any further,
Cause the thought becomes too scary,
But if I had to venture a guess,
Sometype of slimy worm, I'd think...
would be Mother Nature's last jest!!!

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Just a Knight-time Thought....

During the course of my travel
upon such paradisical space
our mother earth....
I ponder the agenda of Kings
and other royal representatives
their motives,their character behaviors
how easy it is for them to expand,or
unfortunately,to diminish border states
without understanding how these same
policy views,in effect,have a direct
correlation to the populace state of mind

At the same time we expand borders
we at the same time diminish 
expansion of mind
pooling thought process's 
within' a single caulderon
without extracting the different flavors
because we still maintain those borders
in our mind.....

So,in essence,we continue
with the inner conflicts
battleling the border states
created in our own mind...

Expansion without seclusion
could be a possible solution....

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That he deserves

She was frightened,
When she heard,
He has another love affair,
Also she has a child.

She has decided,
Not to see him again,
She thought, he is a cheater,
He isn’t a good lover and a father.

When someone told her,
He is a good person,
She cried loudly and objected him,
Someone’s goodness not proves,
He is a good father or a lover.

If a person is a good friend,
If a person is a good person,
Why is he not a good father,
Or a lover that he deserves?

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Chapter 6IXteen 
Eating at the house on MARS 
MarYlin Mist made CharlaX7 remove his suit and gave it to the BOY and then she 
let BOY leave the seal open at the neck and placed a HAIR locket on it for 
effect “that hair red and green affect makes you look like an American Vampire” 
BOY this was IOLA the Matron speaking as STOKKER led them back to the 
HOUSE where the Nordic Family 
lived. Earth like in it's structure with an air-lock@ manufactured in Hong Kong 
back on the third planet NEWTONIA in the STAR SYSTEM MISTY WAY in the city of 
Bostonia is where the warehouse of importance lay and as they entered the 
airlock even BOY went along with no apprehension or even useless worry for in a 
Chapter Poem Story my poetical license is in effect and BOY even though he is a 
Martian had no problem with the atmospheric effect of the Nordic Home. Let's 
Eat. Gentle reader come back please to read the newest Chapter Seventeen. 

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Respectable Part

A person is doing well that is remarkable. 
A person is doing well that is appreciable.
A person is doing hard that is arguable,
A person is doing hard that is charitable.

A person wants to do that is easy to eat,
A person wants to do that isn’t his defeat.
A person wants to do that is important,
A person wants to do that is understandable hint.

A person cares for them those are his benefit,
A person cares for them those makes a profit,
A person cares for them those have loving heart,
A person cares for them those have respectable part.

A person doesn’t like who are selfish,
A person doesn’t like who cares not dress,
A person doesn’t like who are in temper,
A person likes them who prefer to live simple.

It is very easy to condemn a person,
It is very easy to blame a person,
It is very easy to offer a replacement
It is very hard to work for betterment.

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New Recruits

Across the brow and onto gray steel
with awkward salute, for duty I board
Smiles around deck from self perceived Salts peel
Soft the ensign flutters, "Welcome Aboard!"

Below deck I'm pointed to rack and home
A coffin by design, my gear is stowed
Adorned dungarees and white hat, I roam
Hatches and passageways deceive below

An opening, and alas sunlight peeks
Topside, above the bridge, to meet my mates
Every man sighs and gives pause 'fore they speak
The salt air and bright sun make my heart awake

A new sailor aboard with awe and glee
I enter with trust, a new life, the sea.

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In Da Middel a' Da Nite

I awake, in Da Middel a' da nite
Wantin' something, not sure what
Could be milk, could be brew,
Than I realize, It is you,
Dis ting I'z need, iz need real bad

never realized, what I'd had
And I hope to get, what I need
Cause I'm a German, you get my speed?
We get what we want, one way or other,
Cause a German wish is a German Deed!

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Somebody pimped my "crib"',
Now they done broke my rib,
I "axed" you to be nice,
Butt all's you got is brain mice,
I'm a gonna shut this town on down,
And move around like no one's clown,
I'm in my "hood",
And it is berry good,
So don't mess with me,
Or my "homies" you'll see.

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Forty Feet Of Henchmen

They stomp the ground
They curse out loud
They wear knickers
Old fashioned style
They tend horses
When money forces
Them into a productive endeavour
Ask them if they enjoy this,
They'd say, "Oh my God, Never!!!"

These foul souls pollute
the world
They and their secretive society,
Seems the only time they appear human,
Is when they've lost their sobriety

They're the hemorrhoids
of the human race,
Abusers, users, accusers,
They fulfill no useful role
And if it was up to them,
You'd be six feet inside the hole

Henchman, henchman,
Where are your golden words?
Henchmen, henchmen...
Your "truth" naught but turds

You stand twenty deep,
So forty feet you do keep
Time you left this peaceful valley
Or our forces we will rally,

And smite you to the ground,
While hearing your pleading sound,
So leave, and leave right now,
Or your end, by God, we vow!!

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Burnt Verse: Silhouettes I

A brine-eyed dog struts through my yard Snuffling the pavement cracks Its partner circles under guard Behind its owners' absent backs

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Political Louses!

We have plenty of land and
Quite a few houses
A peach orchard in the desert
And stopped by political louses

We own the water
All the acres too
Here comes the government
Trying to take dreams from you

They bring in statutes
Quoting some crap
Years of causing us misery
That's not a mishap

We'll build our dream,
Accomplish every goal
Then the government will see
What it's costs them to get outta the hole

Paving a path
For others to follow
Protect what you own
Politicians words they will swallow