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Details | Rhyme | |


Though fully dressed for a wedding I could not resist the buffet, Fine lipstick wore off for a refill Of dessert from a laden tray. Soon, full tummy began to roll Up, down like the hall’s throbbing light My rear needed to drop a bomb; Restraining the urge,’ not tonight!’ As bridesmaid, I pulled the doves’ cage While they zoomed off, my eyes sensed it Before rushing to the girl’s loo, My gown streaked with birds’ deposit! Everyone Poops Contest of Roy Jerden 7/30/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud

Details | Romanticism | |

Bird, Honey ,Bee

The birds and the bees are not dreams
For I baptize myself into love
As my spirit enters the ocean
My breath blows in the wind
Romanticism in the spring
Bring yourself to me
Excitement in our hearts
Our fairy tale is a charm
Hanky-panky in the pond
Passion in the birds
Honey in the bees
Cuddling is our touch
Watery lips, so smooth
Relationship is our bond
Kissing is our key
Lovemaking in our soul
Energy fill the earth
Combine , the birds and the bees
As I accept this ring
Yes indeed


Copyright © Delilah Ventura

Details | I do not know? | |

Homo Sapiens

"I stabbed a faggot 
in the knees", he whispered.

I wanted him
for bait

To catch some
bigger faggots,
from a pile of

Growing stubble heads
and high-heeled masculinity

They twist,
so I unhook them
to sea [see].

Copyright © Ammy Avocet

Details | Free verse | |

Blood flows like Champaign on a Wedding Day

The poetry I write seems harsh
it seems sad and powerful,
sings songs and pslams to the sorrowful soul,
sung its song in the past of sorrow in all.

The poet's blood flows like champaign
on a wedding day of young couples in love.
Champaign that flows like rivers and streams
in the green plains of Mid West America,
and the poet writes about the land and the bird
that sings afar in a tall, old oak tree
thick at barch with experience and age.

The soul burns and cries out to be freed,
yet sits and reads poetry till the crack of dawn
in an old apartment house on the second floor,
and the rats run along the walls, and the cockroaches
in cerial boxes,
with shotgun in lape and cocked, ready to fire,
one in the chamber.
Whiskey in the lungs,
and whiskey on the ground,
in the hand
and upon the feet
of a sorrowful soul, filled with pain
and age, age full of tender love that never was discovered
by any naive soul.

One time the clock ticks and tocks,
echoes rings in an empty mind,
that echoes the sorrowed mind and tortures the pale soul.
One pull of the trigger,
and the sound of an explosion of faint silence
and a smile on a face of a dead man is shown in the light,
and watch the blood flow on the white pannel wall,
flowing like champaign on a beautiful wedding day.

Two weddings and a funeral...


Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Free verse | |

Two Doves

~*~ Two Doves ~*~

Perched atop a bird of paradise tree

Two doves sing merrily

Recounting every flight

And every plight they have ever endured

Never looking back on their sorrows

Soaring new heights tomorrow

Caught up in a most extravagant breeze 

Atop a million trees

Two doves cuddling in their nest of eternal harmony!

Written by Gwendolen Rix
July 2014

Especially for Kevin and Rita 

Copyright © Gwendolen Rix

Details | Free verse | |

You Know I Did Love You

…on a Sunday morn, against the ever watchful
and furtive glances of bird feeders, who enjoy
the occasional, yet so gentle breeze; 
the vibrant façade of this kirk and voices of hummingbirds,
in the rays of my morning orb, you suddenly appear

before me, with echoes of our yesteryears;
your sad, sad face reminds me of happy, happy times 
that you once etched in my heart; now you came, with desire 
of wanting me back, I know, for I can feel it
as I listen to your whisper to the wind “I still love you!”

“Great, just great! You know I did love you, 
but it is too late now Honey!” my eyes silently answer;
…the vibrant façade of this kirk and voices of hummingbirds 
have already intertwined, with resounding wishes 
and marching of bird feeders, to part our ways, for eternity.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

Details | ABC | |

Never Stop

You can ask me to paint the sky,
A much different shade than blue
Perhaps, a yellow pink or orange color might 
Be the choice to suit you.

You can tell me to change animals from winged to footed;
Or flipper to fingers at hand.
Insist that I move continents into a long, continuous, elongated band.

All of these things I think I might achieve,
I think – I believe, I might could do, 
Before I could ever possibly, even slightly, 
Ever stop loving you.

Copyright © Wendydawn Brindley