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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I got a letter from the devil

(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will 
Seeking and freaking through my pages 
It's been ages since the impression was gone 
Sloppy wording crawl under my hide 
Notification triggers my finger and thumb 
Bang! The evil one exists
With a second-hand letter 
It believes, it should never be forgotten

Numb as Novocaine can be 
I watch and interpret the riddles in every line 
Living and breathing art, 
I'm echoing the same nightmare 
How dare, the devil seeks to be fed! 
Screaming and remembering 
--the demons that linger in its head 
Too much to read, 
I have major troubles with your disease 
Lunacy of the universe 
Open Obituary, you are a curse
Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine 
It's a calling, unbearable to describe 
Take from me, after I am deceased 
Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star 

Lies to 
Greets to 

My eye twitch 
My soul hurts 

I'm not feeling well 
Take care, 
Leave me the HEll alone


Copyright © SKAT A

Details | Free verse | |


Now they say that girls are made of sugar
And spice, but good girls finish last my friend.
For there is one truth for all women kind,
Come hell or high water we will fight
For our right to indulge ourselves in 
The need for perfections greatest
Confections, COOKIES!!!
Yes we will take down that cookie
Puppet clown, dressed in blue,
For there is no fiercer monster known
To man, then a women who’s cookie
Faddish is left unsatisfied.
Peanut butter to chocolate chip,
Just pass the milk and watch out dude,
For women shall be the first to dip.
Call us the two fisted women of the 
Raw dough generation, we don’t 
Really care, just pass grandma’s old 
Cookie jar.
Roll me down the bakery sweet, 
No fragrance smells finer then freshly
Baked what ladies, COOKIES.
Sugar me sweet it’s the ladies favorite
Treat, by the bucket or truck load it can’t
Be beat, frosted or plain, it matters not,
But without Milk its sacrilege that is
No doubt!!
Now chocolate maybe the vise five to
Seven days a month, but cookies rule
As the male race drools, because honey
There is no doubt women will take you
Don’t for what, lets all say it ladies around
The world, all together now, SAY WHAT
By the way did I tell you my favorite
Food in the world, of course it’s very
Obvious, COOKIES!!

And to all women

Copyright © cherl dunn

Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet 18 Parody

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.

Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine 
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.

Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.

Copyright © Jeremy Lin

Details | Free verse | |

Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.

Copyright © Captain Dan

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Acrostic | |


Cookies are addictive!
OoOoH! Here's one to snatch!
Okay...where's the chocolate chips?
Kraving too many of these treats
I want some now! But...I might get beeefy...
Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp
Should I take another cookie?

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

Details | Free verse | |


It's America’s favorite sandwich spread,
No doubt,
When you ask any kid or adult, what 
They would like in there lunch box.
Natural response good old fashioned P.B. 
And J.
White bread, wheat, whole grain,
It really doesn't matter as long as
 It's creamy or chunky style.
Jiffy to general label just put that
On the table and watch them smile.
Forget about cutting off the crust,
Or any of that fancy stuff.
Just keep your fingers out of the way,
When it comes to feeding a bunch of
Hunger kids just stand clear
Until the inner hunger beast is satisfied.
Then mom can bring in her
Essential tools for clean up detail.
It's been prepared so many ways,
Toasted, fried or even baked,
 Assorted mixtures, layered textures
Some people even put bananas
Or mayo with it.
Myself call it a personal choice,
I like it regular please no extras.
America’s favorite sandwich it's
Stood the test of time.
By the way it's on my shopping list
 Again Peanut Butter and Jelly,
I wonder why?


Copyright © cherl dunn

Details | Free verse | |



White kernels of hot popping yummy flavoring,
Cooked in golden butter drippings, lightly sprinkled
To taste with salty perfections gentle touch,
At the kitchen cooks discretion.
The crunchy and munchy treat, to pass
Around at any family social gatherings
Fill up them empty bowls both large
And small heap them full to the very
Tippy-top, nothing will be left behind,
Trust me, for its POPCORN!!
Bucket me, bag me, but for heaven’s sake
Don’t deny me this mouthwatering feast
To the senses.
The comfort food of the ages, forget those
Old bags of stale potato chips or the dusty shelved
Candy bars, sold at the local quickie mart.
I’ll grab me instead that old fashioned jiffy pop,
Light up that gas stove of wonders, and let it perform
Its delectable miracle.
Slowly it heats up, with a sizzles crack, crackling,
Sliding it back and forth, over the low flame
Of salivating, you can hear each tender morsel
Deliciousness forming, within this silver cone
Of desire.
With anticipations childhood like frenzy,
No adult can resist,  as you delicately open
This steaming hot package, of pleasures drooling
Lust, its fragrance fills your raw senses,
Exposing that inner need for what,
Pop, pop, popping corn.
White kernels of hot popping yummy flavoring,
Cooked in golden butter drippings, lightly sprinkled
To taste with salty perfections gentle touch,
At the kitchen cooks discretion.
The crunchy and munchy treat, to pass
Around at any family social gatherings
Fill up them empty bowls both large
And small heap them full to the very
Tippy-top, nothing will be left behind,
Trust me, for its POPCORN!!


Copyright © cherl dunn

Details | Epic | |

God Sleeps

God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams

He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring

As he is bitten his tears of hope cry

I was happy to run and my mothers paws

God must be sleeping now as the addict waits for her trick

She opens the car door and wonders where did I turn

Her Father drank and beat her Mother

I was happy kicking cans and hiding and seeking

God must be sleeping now as the mother stands the line

Waiting her chance to speak and get the dole

Her children screaming and no food or goodies

I was happy playing with dolls and doctor was my downfall

Allah must be sleeping as the Taliban beat the solo women

She cries  for pity as the men strike her with the club

She wears the burqa and prays for America

I was happy playing in the fields with my brother

God must be sleeping as the old woman has her pocketbook snatched

Her social security money gone as the food she will eat

Sitting on the ground thinking and praying and no answer

She was happier even when her husband lay dying and alone

God must be sleeping as the Earth quakes and tsunami

The wave crashes over the homes of the unsuspecting

The wife being torn from her husbands arms never seen again

To death came to part and the happiness too

God slept on the seventh day as he was tired

The people constantly praying for his wonders

His world in ruins as mankind molest his children

He was happier when he walked the gardens of Eden

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

No Sin Thus Remains

Making it clear thus you have been purified
This side of the fence thus you stand in defense
You have been remade thus light has sterilized
The rarity of this clarity His will presents

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Even Though There Be Haters

Appearing timid yet forever I will resist
Kindness as a weakness yet true strength is
Dark forces this day a dove keeps at bay
My blood drains because Ye Almighty reigns   

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Burlesque | |

So I am Here

Ok so now that I am here, what do I do? Do I keep going. Do I fly around. Am I sure I am here. Everything is still the same except that, this, and maybe a little bit of that too but I am sure that is normal with life though. So I am searching for the question to the answer of my first question. Yes I am. So now normalities. What is normal? Blue is normal to us under a bright light, green shines better. Which one is real? Choose one. Let us say both. Both is not an option. Let us opt out. Done. Now if we can opt out of the question, why have'nt you?

Copyright © greg bell

Details | Rhyme | |

If history was food part 3

Wg Said the GRACE
And Robbie BURNS the BACON,

And Thomas ask for MORE
Mr KIPLING  baked the cakes
And Jude laid down the law
And Lionel MESSI had to clean up
With Hoover>

Copyright © Michael Ward

Details | Epic | |

Chicken and Waffles

Chicken and waffles happens to be a favorite Southern dish,
even in Harlem, New York, and Atlanta, Georgia.
This delicious dish has been around since
African-American music
was born,
especially when Ike and Tina Turner had been at that diner.
Chicken and waffles consist of pieces of fried chicken
(breast leg, wing, and/or thigh) and some homemade
waffles with maple syrup.
And when a person eats chicken and waffles,
it's as if he or she's gone to the South, especially
that of North Carolina and South Carolina.
No wonder why chicken and waffles became the most
favorite southern dish.
I ought to eat some chicken and waffles one day and
I hope that the chicken and waffles dish were to stay our
favorite meal because if it does, that would be great.
I wish chicken and waffles were served and sold at
every restaurant and diner in America, especially in Florida.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey

Details | Epic | |


****** nigga niga
Who would have thought?
It’s the 21st century 
Who could have bought?
The price of the black man’s dignity

Chicken yes chicken
Commonly associated with black commonality
An ignorant stereotype of racist originality
But that’s not the problem

Laughing hard at me 
Slurring and chanting nigga…
Still at me
Because she has a black friend
And the friend lets her call him names…..Damn

The ease of her laughter
The lack of cognition
And reflection in her tone
Speaking without and iota of consideration
Got me thinking

What a world we live in
Where the colour of your skin 
Speaks louder than your words or thoughts
Still I love CHICKEN

Copyright © ken carlson

Details | Ghazal | |


I once told a lie 
as I looked her in the eyes
I just smashed a bowl

CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts

Copyright © Laura Valledy

Details | Haiku | |

first class nature

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

Copyright © Edward McCormick

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Unto The Valleys Garden

Feeling the loss because of a transgression
Dwelling in darkness home base the light
Not promise forgot make your confession
Though you may feel low sail to great height 

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Free verse | |

in a nut shell

       ''A nut, what else but''?.

        Peter Dome.copyright2012.

Copyright © Peter Dome

Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide when I pulled on the slide
On the airplanes opening door partition
I had took the time without being sublime
To explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition 
Maybe he had thought it pure jest his bulging eyes processed
As his parachute opened He wore a look of derision
His body had spun His look registered stunned, 
Like this was some kind of unreasonable decision
It was expected of the youngest born before Thanksgiving morn
To bring back from the nearest forest 
A bird
After a mighty and fierce war With piles of blood spilled galore 
He registered a look that I mistook 
As if my demands were patently absurd
After the last desperate howl of the game but defeated fowl 
He would drag the beast back to where we were living 
And as hard as he was able slam it down on the dinner table
And holler loudly, 
"To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!

Copyright © Donald Reith

Details | Burlesque | |

I Raced with a Comet

Darkness spreads around the room as the lights dim, my friends are here and the room is pitch black. Begin the show. Eyes open preparing for what many call death but its life. This is considered living and not to be mistaken with death. Those new to it will not know how to think what about what just happened. Cold chills and sweat pants are in the seat.  Room still dark and people disappear to a known place only described by the dead. No time is wasted because time never began. As the entities push thru the black matter the after burners kick on and the room brightens. The room is now full. The thought of the friends i had filled the room and was too much to handle time to make a dash. The pressure is intense. I believe my wallet was lost years ago but no use in looking for it now. The chain broke at the same time I needed it to work. Gone. Seemed like forever. I created forever and now we are there. What if you were the person who taken the last key to starting the end of the world?

Copyright © greg bell

Details | Ballad | |


It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside, the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs

Details | Free verse | |

The Grace To Grow

The Grace To Grow

Through peril in its intact 
We have every reason by which to over react
The Grace to grow;
Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego

Through our hard stance with fate
We lock our doors & protect out faith
In long lines at the store lest I emplore
Shades of trim left for me to begin

In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars
The Grace to grow
From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again
We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among

Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies
The cedar as a way of illumination
Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation?
The Grace to grow

Copyright © Mario Vitale

Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*


Copyright © Brittany Andrews

Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Epigram | |

Energy Of He

Water bearer’s drippings of dew
Still nourishment for just a few

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

Details | Senryu | |

When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife

Copyright © Steven Henderson

Details | Epic | |

Food for Thought

Our word usage should be thoroughly examined when explaining or even teaching

Whats being said to others more than likely can be misleading

"The truth is hidden between the eyes, but its the mouth that tells the lies"

Wisdom like speech is imperative when it comes to raising youths to men

Being that the woman follow the men by their characteristic behavior

In scripture The Creator said, "Believe in Him, I AM the only one there is no other savior"

Copyright © Kamal Al-Adil