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Details | Prose Poetry | |


So I walked into my local supermarket
to buy my weekly shipment of Kit Kat bars,
Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
and Ovaltine powder mix.

As I shake off the snow on my fake Timberland boots,
my skin,
coated in frozen animation,
thaws into warmth’s teardrops from
the supermarket’s 75 degree vents.

This moist sense of happiness was quickly interrupted
when I heard Wilson Phillips, “Hold On”
over the PA system.

Thankfully, the cutlery isle was just to my left. 
So, now, I had plans!

But, before I could commit felony’s song,
I saw her.

A Portuguese goddess
with a strut that can ruin a man’s dignity.

She had Autobahn curves,
dark brown curls of hair & visuals,
and thick flesh meat that even Vegans would envy.

Her face lacked Maybelline coated misapprehension.
Thank God!
Cause I never did like clowns.

After staring longingly at her,
like a crack head with impulsive eyes upon a broken/unlabeled bag of baby powder,
she breezed past my stifled posture and clocked in to work.

She didn’t even get a chance to smell my $500 cologne called “Piece of Me”.

So with new-found urges to grab all my groceries,
like a burglar who really has to pee,
I rush to express checkout. 

There she is.

Her register beeps in coupon lady’s rhapsody,
while my register needs a cleanup on Isle 9.

Now it’s my turn.

With girlish inner-screams of boy-band intensity,
I say, “Hi”.

She scans my apples, while I scan her melons.
The melons that the customer ahead of me didn’t want…
…they were on sale.

Go fig.

As if she read my mind,
she asks,
“Are you feeling warm now?”

“All I want is to be the heat in your moment”,
which I almost said.

But, “Now I am”, is uttered.

As she smiled with seductive demure,
she handed me my receipt
with her phone number on back.

As I left the market,
I began to get cold again.

These winds of change
became gusts of numbness.

I locked myself out of my heart.

I turned around to go back inside.

Only to discover, 
she didn’t have the key.

© Drake J. Eszes

Details | Limerick | |

Tim And His Kelly Green Mustang

I have a friend by the name of Tim, He keeps in shape when frequents the gym. His Kelly green Mustang he drove And smack'd it into a cove. The witches got him and ate one of his limbs! Dorian Petersen aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October,5,2014

Details | Narrative | |

And The Road Begins?

Mornings are dreadful time in life unless waking beside gorgeous woman hopefully 
a not married one  husbans can be such a downer.
And when ya wake to a warm beautiful creature by your side.
And the first thought that comes to your mind is i wonder whats for breakfest.

Then ya probaly cant read the menu to start with and desserve 
to have a oversized weight lifter re arrange your ribs.

Im a southern man once means several things  non of which means im normal.
And this morning finds my yerning for a trip and widespread  mischief.
My amigo had vanished after are trip south of the boarder I remember saying 
to myself as i watched him  running naked across the dessert  being chased 
by the flying monkeys  he was surley seeing after his consumption of a foreign substance 

There goes a fine american.

I would have ran after him  but  but i didnt want thoose things to turn there attention to me 
I herd they had a thing for southern  actscents.
And theres nothing  worse than a bunch of horney flying monkeys trust me 
Ive delt with this problem  befor.

and being it was happy hour i knew my slightly insane amigo would understand 
in all his naked glory.
Besides  I left him some sneakers  and a sixpack.
And kept his credit card for safe keeping.

Naked men have no place to keep credit cards and I figured he was in no state to handle 

So as i sit  behind  the wheel  ready to to get lost in the madness of fast food and
  the ant hill of insanity that is wall mart i turn my thoughts to vegas.
For where would a lost nude slightly insane person  run to and feel at home.

I had turn the music up to drown out the sound of whoever was in the trunk.
I figured if i had put sombody in there  in a drunken moment.
It had to be for a good reason.

And so with slightly hungover mindset are road begins.
and so with that do the games also.
And i figured hanging around with a cops wife wasnt the smartest idea.
That and im allergic to bullets.

My muse and 16 year old spirtiual advisor had phoned me to say that.
I probaly needed to Invest in the spirt of Jack Daniels  today.
And hey she had went to church more than once  so who was I to argue.

With a five five spitfire by the name of tinker.
so with A unknown companion in the trunk not helping my hangover i was off
to the races  Untill next time kiddies. 
Adios and im off to find my amigo.

Details | I do not know? | |


I have a wandering mind
my lines as I draw them
over the grid as I steer them
through intersections
I veer them
perspectives I see
when I peer them...
detecting truth
in the dots as I hear them

A gentle Awe
the sound of pause
soft sings from my pen
when the lines are drawn
and my mind goes wandering...

About U
My artful perception.

56 signed.The Declaration...

Details | Free verse | |

My Sudoku Life

And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.

Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.

Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.

So they can welcome me with open arms.

Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.

They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.


This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.

Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.

But, I could never fit in.

For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.

Timing would always be off.

An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…

They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.

For they’ll just calculate,
my sum with rusty protractor.

This Zero, into a fraction...

© Drake J. Eszes

Details | Lyric | |

Beer Pong Balls

-Sing along to Jingle Bells-

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!

Drinking Michelobe... Sipping on some Jack...
We just made two cups... Give us the balls back!
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Guys can finger cups... Girls know they can blow...
I'm hall of fame, In this game, cause I drink like a pro


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!

A day or two ago... Drinking Miller Light...
I had won eight games, and then got in a fight...
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
We ran out of beer... Had to get some more...
If I'm alive, then I can drive, let's all go to the store!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!

Details | Monorhyme | |

Sexy Nun

Sister, sister sitting there so sweet
Looking so virtuous, acting discreet.
Any male would eagerly bow at your feet
You have no idea of your allure, you're without conceit
Are you offering up a trick or a treat?
Only then will this Halloween finally be complete
Ready your answers to God when you do meet
For nuns of your stature are becoming obsolete!

For my girlfriend who dressed up as a sexy nun.

Details | Rhyme | |

Roses For PD

A journey southbound
There lives a Queen,not yet crowned
Knock on the door to her poetry Kingdom
Her servant leads me into this paradise of wisdom

This is where she rules
A warm and cozy place with dim lights
I ask with a voice of a fool`s:
"Will You except these roses,me dear Queen..?!?"
"..coz you are the nicest,wisest and best looking Queen I`ve ever seen! "

So here they are,my bouquet of red roses
She is pounded these days,red rose overdoses
My intuition tells me she likes it though
She is ready to be taken over to the Castle of Bordoux

February 12th 2012

* repost of the poem "Roses For PD" Hope you enjoy it:)

Details | Narrative | |

Reporting Live across the World

Reporting live on the soup, with Americas MOST. WANTED. POETS.
 Standing here with our host John, 
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and on the run.
Switching over to you John,. "Thank you P.D., lets give thanks to all the 
P.M.W. tipsters, and our lovely F.B.I. agent Andrea Dietrich (Andy) & U.S. 
Marshal Shirley Harrison (S.H.)

Capturing 1 infamous fugitive Nikko Palmario, a comment crusader going contest crazy. 
Christopher Brantley, still at large U.S. Marshall (S.H.) says, "This brilliant fugitive leaves no 
trace." A dangerous poet posting comments longer than his poetry. Leaving a distinction of 
excellence in any short form.  P.M.W.tipsters Demand to be brought down to poetic justice.
P.M.W. Tip, led Marshall (S.H.) to the most notorious blond bombshell on the soup.
Captured on her vacation Linda Marie Bariana, lost control of her blond moment.
Paralyzing her laptop with sand. Covering to other crimes with to much poetry rhyme.
Her # 1 crime, entering a dark poet contest, to bad for this SWEET HEART who shines.         
Wanted in all nations Lynette Chachere a realistic poetic criminal against reality & dreams.
F.B.I.(Andy) Says"Our sweet Lynn, carries a weapons against all Enigma wonders."
A shameful crime to bring down a poets spirit with an intervene of her intense poetry.
F.B.I. Most wanted poetic lunatics, Billy the Kidster, with a Mental Poet Disorder.
A maniac on the rampage, a poet who lost it, with a crime slamming himself.
F.B.I. Most wanted viscous fugitive Christopher D. Aechtner, alias Vomiticus Grammaticus.
This former Canadian elusive bad boy, topping the hot list, a harmless poetic threat. 
Dakarai Cobbs, a 30 year old soups spot robbing thug. F.B.I.(Andy) Says "We offer 1 million
For the capture of this accused space invader aka the Sonnet man.
A poetic gang banger posting out of control, with a drive by of 130 hits in less than a month
Nathan Dilts, at large with the biggest search in poet history. 
A terrorizing poet implanting each poet with frightening thoughts and images so twisted.         
Making his followers absorb his evil poetic plots, while connecting center of dots.
F.B.I.(Andy) Says he is a mastermind with explosive & twisted thoughts.
Marshall (S.H.)Says "there is nothing we won't do to take his Poet License away.
  ((sorry no room for the Poet Destroyer))
Back to you P.D. "thank you John, there you have it soupers a few top criminal poets."
Reporting live on the soup P.D., all across the world enjoying our poetry security

Details | Light Poetry | |

Retired Romance 1st of sequence- " IKE " and Jane "

...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.

When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when I can,
She said to push that walker a lil' faster.

She had her a "lectric wheel chair,
I just had my old walker and me,
she was pretty fast for a blue hair...
"till I crashed into her I.V. tree...

Well, they fitted my leg with plaster,
and I kinda forgot what I was after...
"till one day,
she wheeled in to see me,
Yep.  Said she'd come ta free me!

Now we sit together,
cozy up and talk about the weather.
We compare wrinkled tatoos,
and guess what they are,
we may share a shot of booze,
we don't go too awful far...

We keep our orthepedic shoes
under the same bed,
and I retired as a walker stalker,
meals on wheels keeps us fed
and we keep our teeth...
in the very same locker.

("Nite Nite, Darlin.")

                                            Composed and Written by-
                                                   Robert A. Dufresne

Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.

Details | Ode | |

Ode to Trevor

We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.

We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.

Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.

So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.

Details | Rhyme | |

Apple toffee coffee.

Sitting through this gloomy day 
I sit and stare and wait.
My mind begins to wonder still
with whats to come to date.

I sniff the air like a pack of wolves
in search of scent and smell.
My eye's scan round this dismal room
but its only me I tell.

So lets try something new this time
and hope its better yet,
I laugh at this my crazy mind,
I think he wants a bet.

Come on now this could be fun
you might just find a mate.
Let your fingers be your guide
and hope its not to late.

Well here we are the game at last,
he thinks he stands a chance.
What is it then this stench we have?
Or can you guess without a glance?

He tastes the air and fills his lungs
and shouts its apple toffee,
but he lacks a tongue to taste it all,
I plainly say its coffee.

Details | Rhyme | |


Carolyn Devonshire
Sunny day golden locks
Friends till the end or in hock
Cheery jewels and holly socks

Entertain us with your verse
Until they take us away in a hearse

Poetess the mostest and a lovely hostess
Holiday with a snowflake princess

Thank you for my lovely cheering wishes
Surprised me into a better day!!

Details | Free verse | |

The Birth

Your presence within my sphere
Is utterly enlightening and true
It is nice to realize the blessings of life
Are the very words you engrave on my heart

I trust your heart is filled with gladness
Supported with positivity and gain
Terrestrial rains sh*t glitter at me
As bursts of chuckles saturate my brain

I am moved by a humorous plight
Of words flying like heroine-addicted chickens
Clucking and pecking at Charles Dickens

I have become this nonsensical buffoon
As my pride rises like an off-brown balloon
Only to deflate in a fit of guffaws and mirth

Ever since you appeared on this earth
There was an unexpected birth

Details | Verse | |


I'm stuck in a puddle of mud,
unable to make a quick decision...
whom should I choose from among 
others who have been so noble and kind?
More than a name comes to mind:
Linda, Carrie, Deborah, Catie, Rhoda, Danielle, Charmaine and Karen... 
please don't be envious if I choose Carolyn!
You all are beautiful sweethearts, and I wouldn't sell you for a song!

After my day closes in, I check my soup mail...and there they are
those wonderful names flashing on my computer's screen,
and dazzling like precious gems in a crown! Many more should be
mentioned, highly praised and underlined with a marker:
Andrea, Emy, Joyce, Constance, Iolanda, Elaine, Laura and Carol.
One thing I can attest, nobody is greater than the other,
because they all have captured me as I have caught butterflies
with features so distinct and feminine as heroines of modern times!

Carolyn, be dazzled and feel proud, if not hysterically happy;
and if my choosing is fair, why should there be any contention,
or envy among them...I am pretty sure that they have secret admirers,
who in the same manner of awe and respect, constantly worship them! 
Cheer up ladies, I have mentioned you all in my praise poem,
but only one gets this special rose...I hope they will send yours today!
I love you all as I love Carolyn for her honesty and graciousness,
then why don't you congratulate her and deepen your admiration?

My praise poem is dedicated to Carolyn Devonshire
living in Florida, USA

Details | Free verse | |

" IKE and JANE " --Sequence 3 "Old Geezer's Garden"

The name's Ike .
Some a you met me and my wife Jane,
We got us a good life, can't complain.

To the kids, I'm an old geezer round here,
I think it's funny , they don't mean no harm,
I likes ta watch em, and have me a beer,
Work in the yard; Jane calls it my 'lil farm .

I been around a long time,
But ya know, it's still me inside this old shell,
This old body shell is wrinkled and baldin'
gray haired and achin'; I really gave it hell.
Though ya know, inside, ...I'm still really alive!
Funny...I always think I'm about thirty five !

Anyway i'm gettin off track. 
Sometimes I gotta find somethin ta git me goin',
so I head out to the yard and start ta hoein'.
Ya see I got me a 'lil garden,
sometimes, I spreads manure in,
   ...(beggin' your pardon)

You see ,in a special sorta way
each plant needs good care.
Some stay outside 'n grow on the rungs.
Some shoots I wants in the green house,
ta help 'em grow and tend to the young.
Guess them plants is like people,
Some praise God under the sky'
some prays ta Him under a steeple.

This ole garden been through alot.
She been through four hurricanes in her lifetime,
and one year,...a twister just missed her.
I've always liked it out here.
it's a special place to me,..very dear.
We sometimes walk out here, me and the Mrs.
We smile and call it "the old geezer's garden".
Then we get us in a few hugs and kisses.

My old garden been around 
a long long time, but she's still alive!
Some folks ask me how old it is,..
and I tell 'em...oh..'bout ...thirty five...

see you folks next time.   " nite nite darlin."

Details | Rhyme | |

Speak Up

Either from constricted throat or hesitated poise, I find that creepy silence a deafening noise! Like bees it buzzes in the core of my frazzled mind Speak up, my dear, if you can be so kind! See, like a red red rose withering to gray, I find myself fading day after day Left out to wonder what your mind may do, I blush like a virgin nun, but tingle blue If eyes only had a big, fat mouth We’d be married with children and a fine, nice house But love, eyes can only do so much! If I feel mine water, I will hide it with a punch! For cat’s sake—snap out of this frustrating state! Look alive, help us both feel great! I promise if I wither like that tearful rose I will spray you with my not-so-silent hose!

Details | Free verse | |

Chemo Fun

Sitting in the backseat ~ yackety
she drives like
    crackers ~ wackedy
speeding to the movies?
we can’t be late?
Driver ahead asleep at the
panic stop she makes ~ 5 seatbelts lock
But the 
backlash! ........... flying wig
plops smack in my lap . . . .
Screaming fits of laughter all around.
Late to the movies after all,
    not nearly as good.

Dedicated to my friend, Kate.
Breast cancer survivor.

Details | I do not know? | |

' Friend To Friend ... '

               A Friend:
One, Who Helps You Get Out Of A Jam

               A Partner:
… Is Usually In The  Jam With You

                   A Pal:
Is The One, Who Usually Gets You In The Jam

           An Acquaintance:
Someone, Who Heard About The Jam

                 A Buddy:
Says … Its Your Own Jam Fault …

Details | I do not know? | |


Dark side warning darling...

Only sum go to the world so cold
& old the song, then along came
a girl bolder then older and she
roooolled, mother lucker.eYes.
She did.

Tart darts in hearts so smart it
tore the flesh to death & the stench
drenches you, it sent a message
in tune and I saw that ... fame.
On fire and in flames.

Flat notes on the dark side keys
ride on the sharp knifes blade
but I swayed. Played in the sky
with the dead from inside and
we rolled.eYes, we did sucker...
cum'hear and give us a kiss.
I'm up at 3am.two.SO...pucker up.

Aunti came said a dude was near
Christ the name and boy did I
hear. That note. Vote don't joke
and play sphear for a better day,
cheer dear it's me, Sue.per duper
slant in the pants and I Pen.Too.

Dashes slashes spikes and pikes
in peaks and streaks on a grid,
lines in chime and colored rhymes
and Yeah, she's a too kid.

in black. Kitty Cat.Qi.Negro is back.
Dark Energy And Ready.
are you read;ng...

MEOW.M&M. I met the Kool.Aid man.
On the HiCs

~an experiment with a new 'form'
for me, kinda.  INspired by a fave
artist, Eminem.  YES, I like him.

Details | Light Poetry | |

' El Toro - Rojo '

Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado

He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas

He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza

He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’

He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…

La Viva’… Arriva’  … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo

Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung

I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !

La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo

… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo 
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …

He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo …   …  Was Mexican !

La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o

for Ruben Ortellao... 
I Don't Really Know 
What Your Branch of Humanity is... 
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like 
This Whimsical Poem...  
Oh... And Thank You For Your 
Most Generous Comments... 
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet... 
I've Read Several of Yours 
and I Love Them Too...)

 (P.S.  Excuse the Spelling... 
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)

Details | Quatrain | |


I have entered many poetry contests
to display my amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  

When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!

I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!

And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

The Arizona Heat ---Tagged!!!

The heat of summer makes her brain gelatin
The Arizona sun turns her into a skeleton
Time and space she does not put to waste
Really, this poet lady is one of great taste

Iced tea and lemonade in the Arizona sunlight
Create an atmosphere for her that’s just right
Ink just drying on her newly crafted poem
Always ready to rate on the pole of totem

Tall she stands with stature in poet's land
Only doing right waving her magic wand
Leading other poets to higher heights
Lovely readings are on her poetic site

Everyone should look in her poetic bag
What? Jill Martin, you are now tagged!

Comments:  Okay Jill, I was tagged by Tamiviolet Manchas.  As a result, I have to 
pass the tag along.   Your name is on the top of the list.  Your poetry is just 
wonderful!  Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag 
that poet with a poem.  Man, this is so much fun!  Chau!

Details | Narrative | |

Super Soupers

I love this place,
it puts a smile on my face.

Super Soupers, writing away,
making me smile, and wanting to stay.

New soupers, joining everyday,
a super place for poets to play.

Old friends, new friends,
all joining in.

We are so blessed,
this is as good as it can get.

Details | Verse | |


Katherine Stella likes to play

Off she goes to CRIPPLE CREEK to ESCAPE
And enjoy some COUNTRY BLISS
While she tries to get over THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS



I tagged Lynn Marie

Thanks Katherine Stella
Now I can say
Lynn Marie you've been tagged today.

Thanks Katherine for the loan of your poem titles.

Details | Senryu | |

The Mighty Hulk

He is turning green…
Someone just made him real mad—
Keep the man happy!

Details | I do not know? | |

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 2

Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”

A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom” 
Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”

A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”

Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart” 
With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”

The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”

Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”

Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”

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Tamiviolet Is This Really You?

Tamiviolet, Tamiviolet
I must say my dear
I read your poem 'Oh,Yes' today.
I thought I can't believe it
How did poetrysoup slip up
To allow someone to put
A poem like yours, on their Internet
I am a widow 
And your words truly did shock me
But when you involved your own daughter
I just about lost it, yes sir ree
I hadn't picked up on this side of you
In the poems of yours I'd read
And here on world wide internet
You bragged about the part your daughter played
Now I feel it is up to me,
To inform the whole world today
Tamiviolet as of right now,
You have just been tagged.

                            Cile Beer

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 | Free verse | |

A Cake For All My Friends - For Ever And Ever

                         I want to bake a cake for all my friends
                            A cake that will tell you what I feel
           The first to be mixed in is understanding and compassion
                         Afterwards, a tablespoon of faithfulness
                                      A pound of sorrow
                           One kilogram of sweet delights
                                        A little laughter
                                        Just a few tears
                           A cup of patience and a lot of smiles
                               Then I put up a good thought
                                and some words of comfort
                           Eight to ten warm hugs and a kiss
                                        Share a secret
                 Mix everything together and make a friendships cake
             Bake at 25 degrees in sunshine for ever and ever with love
                  Finally, I rub a lot of sun cream with UV - filter on

A-L Andresen

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My Shadow Friend

My best friend is amazing
She always stays in step
And when I’m in a good mood
She’s always full of pep

My best friend follows me around
Everywhere I go
She even follows me to town
So that I’m not alone

The only trips she won’t embark
Are the ones when it gets too late
My shadow doesn’t like the dark
That’s one thing that she hates

So she only comes out in the day
When sunshine does come near
But if the clouds do roll in
My friend will disappear!

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The Bandit Kings! (a golf poem)

Written in Scottish dialect.

Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a lie!

Me, ah’m Rabbie, the bard o’ the course;
Ah’m lucky tae score yin point.
Ah feenish the game an’ come in fur a jar,
ma boadies awa’ oot o’ joint.

Jack, Bernard and John, coont up the scores, 
Tae see which yin o’ them’s won.
Me ah look doon at ma pitifu’ caird.
"Nae guid wi’ a hunner an’ one."

Bernard says, "Jack what have you scored?"
In his posh Yorkshire dialect tone;
Jack’s lingo is great at a rugby club bash
But no’ sae guid oan the phone.

The Caverley Poond is played doon the last,
The lowest net score scoops the lot:
They’ve aw hit great drives right doon the middle;
Noo they wait for a shoat frae the Scot!

Ah dinna let them doon, ah’ve duffed ma ba’,
It’s flown fifty yairds, nae mair;
Ah tak’ oot ma five wid an’ gie it a heave
An’ they aw begin tae stare!

The ba’ flies superbly, as tho’ it had wings
An’ sails richt intae the hole!
Ah’m happy ah’ve taken these bandits doon,
At last ah’ve achieved ma first goal!

The moral o’ this tale is keep yer sporran zipped up
Dinna let them see a wee groat:
They’ll hatch oot a plan tae help themselves
Tae aw the shillin’s ye’ve goat!		

Details | Sestina | |


We're grouped together ready to party 
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two, possibly looking for sex. 
I certainly wasn't looking for sex, 
no women allowed in this lad’s party.
Tam who’s just arrived is getting a drink,
he’s our mate and first team footballing coach.
Back from a wedding rehearsal; full dress.
So he’ll be glad; being back amongst the men.
We arrive at a pub heaving with men;
just a handful of the opposite sex. 
God knows who came up with this shit address.
It isn’t lively enough to party.
We agree that we’ll get back on the coach,
however, Tam bought us all one more drink.

At the next pub I get the lads a drink,
‘Okay,’ I say to them, ‘It’s my round, men,’
and hand three pints of lager to the coach.
My thoughts absentmindedly turn to sex,
when I look towards a crowded hen party
and see a girl in a skimpy red dress.

‘Check out the girl, in the little red dress,’
I say to Liam, passing him his drink.
‘I’d love to get an invite to that party.’
‘Aye well, you, me, and the rest of the men;
thoaght you wurny interested in sex?’
he says, as we watch her approach the coach.
It’s half past two; the last round’s on the coach. 
He’s fondling the girl, his hands up her dress.
‘Jesus man, go outside if you want sex,’
I say, ‘It’s your round; last orders for drink.
I’ll be up there with the rest of the men.’
The bar closes; it’s the end of the party.

I board the coach with the rest of the men.
It was a good party, plenty to drink,
and Tam’s having sex wearing the red dress.

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Medieval Camelot

I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by, on his famous unerring walks.

A knight so very gallant, that he would bow to: every fashion of maiden, high or low.
So fierce his life could not be taken, no matter how sharp the blade, they did throw.
A musical quality followed him everywhere, and his livery was absolutely divine.
He would have been the perfect knight, except for one minor, itty bitty, tiny flaw…

What was his name, you may ask, and what led to such glory and illustrious fame?
He was Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, and yes, you can guess, what earned him that name.
You see, an evil witch, he once did fight, and yes… he absolutely won, most verily.
But before the witch became undone, she sprinkled a curse upon his own, to be.

Whenever others are about, you guessed it, yet again; he had sparkle farts, my friend.
Do not laugh; he was to all, a dearest friend. Tho the trouble caused, was rampant, in the end.
You see, in that time the villages were all made with beautifully made, thatched roofs…
He flew betwixt and between, yet, an occasional spark now airborne, did veer off, poof!

So for the most part he walked in town, though the wheat fields were often, set off.
At least the castle was made of stone, though many a tapestry did not survive, well off.
Indeed, a water bucket brigade, became put at his disposal, simply all the time, amen!
And nobody did tickle him, for fames from both ends, became quite rampant then.

Laughter did, yes, the same… But hiccups brought utter flame throwing despair, to all. 
Still he was a beloved knight, so the round table was set to keep his back, to the wall.
The knights all stuck together, thru thick and thin, and yes, even thru his sparkle farts.
But with great sadness: of why such a fierce warrior, could be forgot, I now impart.

You see, his name Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, did not ring, minstrels romantic thoughts.
Historians, thought his references, just crude, forgettable laughable jokes, The Sots!
But know, when Camelot finally fell, and even he could not stop that inevitable tide.
He flew away, to the great blue North, they say, where with snow and ice, he abides.

Now, young and old, do not be sad… For the moral of this fable holds: 
All he did was: for his friends and the Greater Good… He cared not for Glory or Gold.

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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?

Details | Free verse | |

My Pedicure

I make the appointment all excited
for my feet look like my dads, uninviting.

I anxiously wait until the day of my arrival,
expecting...who-ha’s...claps...and grins.

None of this sort grabs me, instead it is
pick out color...pick out color...and then she turns with chagrin.

That is okay...I am still excited...I try to crawl into the big chair,
but I am only five feet, and she’s practically shoveling me in.

I have on a dress you know...hello...can I have towel?
Oh my gosh, the sky is falling...I did not pick out my color!

And, so we begin, she really is my friend.
This is my favorite place to be, and I love her best of all.

But, she turns on the water, and oh...I want to smack her.
My feet are going to ignite from the heat!

I just want to sit here; I do not want the chair to go off like a rocket,
massaging every ounce of my being, things falling out of my pocket.

I came here to relax, my feet are burning, and my voice is quivering.
Good gosh woman, turn this thing off!

Things finally settle down...we begin to talk around.
How’s your daughter...How is your mother?...Can I have some rice from the kitchen?

She laughs at me...I smile at her...
Oh, no, I forgot to pick out my color!

Her husband comes by.
I say...sure, I will give it a try!

I admire my jellybean toes and pay her the dough.
We hug, she laughs at me, and tells me luv ya!

"Humor Me" Contest

©Holly P. Moore
   October 2012

Details | ABC | |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Details | Acrostic | |

Easter EGG, Abecedarian: with egg shape-

                       April Aroma...
                     Beckons Beauty.
                   Come Children!!!....
                 Daisies Daffodil.........
                Fun Filled Freedom.......
                  Giddy Giggly Games...
                    How ya' Hangin'???
                       Just Jolly Joey!

              HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!

Details | Epitaph | |

Silly Epitaph 16

In loving memory of Jones,
The best duck I've known.
My pet and friend since I was four.
For a bird, he was dear;
I wish he was here
So that he and I could do more.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Positive mental attitude

I’m one hell of a guy
You should give me a try
I’m the kind you 
Could take home to mother
I can fix anything
With a nail and some string
And I really am
Quite a good lover

I’m a nice king of fellah
And I’d like to tell ya
I’m nothing at all
Like my brother
I am clever and smart
And I have a good heart
And you’ll find I’m
An excellent lover

I’m a wonderful bloke
Now this isn’t a joke
I’m a man quite unlike
Any other
I am sweet I am kind
And I’m certain you’ll find
I am such
An incredible lover

So if you feel that way
And you want me to play
Just ring up 
And give me a call
I’ll be with you tout suite
For I’m dying to meet
And I’m certain that 
You'll have a ball

Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

Details | Rhyme | |

Text Me Back


Oh Allie!
Where thou art hath the wind blown thee?
Lost forever in an endless sea
How still I hath ridden through texts and letters
Waiting for thy reply - no word shall render
If thy health is but a dying willow on the meddled earth
I should like to tend thee through silliness and mirth 
However, if thou heart is ever set against mine texts
My mind shall go nuts and the poetry vexed!
Text me back, thy sweet Allie-roo
And I shall be forever in debt to you!!!

Your melodramatic, weirdo friend,

Laura Elizabeth Breanderthong

Details | Ballade | |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Details | Light Poetry | |


                               NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
                               Rx *7563287      BEC 11/11/11      
Seems to me,
what you need 
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction

Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:

      ( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )

Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain 

Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains 

-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy 
attempting to read while operating machines... 
will cause you to drive lousy.

Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry Soup High School

There are times here on Soup it feels just like that..
And that is not a bad thing as I will soon chat..
We have class clowns that keep the smiles wide..
Way back in the class is Dave with his green hair he wants to hide..
In my homeroom sits a sultry Destroyer with rebel ties..
Another chair holds a Dreamweaver with ocean eyes..
The front row holds the sweet Nikko and lovely Wilma at the top of their class..
Then there is the flirty Sweetheart writing love notes that she will soon pass..
And don't forget our friend Chris whose small assignment is now as long
as War and Peace..
Ahh now if you're  searching for me I'm in the nurse's office , seems the
jealous boyfriends wouldn't let me be...

Written by "Me"
for Chris's Contest...

Details | Rhyme | |

The Yorkshireman

Now ma mate Geoff's a Yorkshireman,
A Doncaster lad, born n bred,
Full o' fun but thick in t'ead,
Now ah can say this wi'out insultin',
'cos e's me mate an we gerron great,
Ah calls 'im rotten when we're in t'shop,
an 'e gi's it back, n thinks 'e's on top.
I'm a Lancashire lad, born n bred,
'e sez ahm same, thick in t'ead,
Insults we chuck alt' time at each other,
But Ah loves 'im like 'e were me brother.
Anyone comes wi' insult for 'im
As ter get past me an' that would be grim.
Ah banter is fun an' nowt else tha' see,
Ah jabs at 'im an' e' jabs at me.
So don't get t' thinkin' as Roses War's still on,
When we as a go, it's just fer ah fun.  

© Dave Timperley 2012

Details | Clerihew | |

A Humpty Dumpty Verse

A Humpty Dumpty man 
Became a couple, then a tribe;
And now, we know
The Humpty Dumpty people.

At first, a Humpty Dumpty verse
My only universe
But now, because the rhyme
We live in Humpty Dumpty`s Time.

At first, it  was no rhythm 
When verses drumming their feet
But now, we know
This song became a hit.

Details | Limerick | |

Portrait of Jill

Written on October 3, 2010

There once was a lady named Jill
Who laughed and laughed until
She rolled on the floor
Could laugh no more
And soon became very still...

Until a laugh bigger than ever
Arose and lasted forever.
Jill's laugh is never quite done
Because her thoughts are fun
And her smiling mind - very clever.

Gail's note: Inspired by my friend Jill
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection

Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.

Details | Narrative | |


A goodnight kiss ,
To d dawn of day  So  sunny,
Missing the sunny posture,
Calling it smiling osmosis,
Yay smiles I uphold from within,
Even wen heat of. The  sun can b  So   annoying,
They call it vitamin A,
Whichever letter its beta,
I meet friends @ d long run,
Although I was indoor alone,
Waiting for d nightfall to show,
Thinking  to b a man of my  own,
Its hard. 2b although,
Its was a good day if you followed,
D roles of words without rhyming tones,
Few touches you  know,
Beautiful faces ve meet in sonorous voices,
Call it d phone conversations,
I know you know,
Goodnight kisses to friends who contributed,
Call it a rehash of insanity,
Who cares that's  an entity,
Without empty credibility,
Night kisses to enemies not friends,
Call d previous an irony!
You re rite chum,
Smiling luv kisses,
To our night sleep,
We all sleep like babies,

Details | Free verse | |

More important than life itself

On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football

The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity

The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred

Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid

Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match

What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg

Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s

Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill

Bottom of the league
Fines galore
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league

Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud 
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.

Details | Ode | |

Love feast

Love feast             by Steven Hudson

I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.

Details | Limerick | |

Say it's so, Joe

There once was a fellow named Joe
To the Soup, he was comrade and foe
            At times he would blog
            Then poets would flog
Yet, he always would leave us aglow

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Happy Birthday II revisited

So, It is your Birthday,Huh!
This isn't really anything that
We want to get out, now
Is it?
We don't want them to start
Talking about you behind
Your back and telling all your
Friends' your business, now do we?
So, let us not try to make such
A big deal about this and I won't
Tell anybody either!
After all, this is your Birthday...
Not mind....


Details | Free verse | |

Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed

Details | I do not know? | |

MY neice Angela

Youe are so funny
always making me laugh out loud
Makes the day sunny
You stand out in a croud
Even though your only five three
always crazy and insain
You are care free
An never show your pain
My best friend since birth
My kids buddy and aunt
Best little person on earth
You think we ingnore you but we can't

Details | Limerick | |

Mothers Day

Mothers are the best 
They are like a test
They are very loving 
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.

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To : AMY & YOU

For one moment I thought you new me.
no not just yet!
i really have no time to explain
i like the mystery you can not see
did you know to me you and everyone else
are a mystery
come on Amy every one here is a mystery
every thing i write  is not about me
for all you know i like horses to

come clean,  most say
clean to what i am just like every one else
a face with a question mark
but thanks for the write
it was very nice to know you think about me.
also tell Billy your friend i said hi

a special friend i want you to make of me
besides we are on the same poetry team
we will just ask everyone else 
what they think of me

i tried to change my name 
give you guys a clue
all i got was soup mail
telling me to change it back to P.D.
now AMY i will leave you with one fact about me
my friends call me the 


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    

Tribute To Football

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My Senior Moments

                  May I help you sir, she said to me, as I walked in the door.
                   I hung my head, embarrass red, What was I in here for? 
                   Did You remember paper towels?  NO, as I head off to the store.

                   The Red Sox Won, the Red Sox  Won, Curt Shilling was the star.
                   My radio is calling me to the Post-Game Show: If I Could Find My Car.
                   I can’t remember: Did I park in LOT Yellow ABC, or was it Purple PQR.

                   Soft Sweet Voice, made my Heart Rejoice; I can’t think of Her name.
                  My memory :  waning years:  reflections, recollections of YOUR Fame.
                  An earned Laurel Wreath  is given YOU in the POETRY Olympic Game.

                           Inspired  and  Dedicated  to  "Sue Mason".. By whathisname

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Give-Me-Chocolate Footle

   ~ all mine!


Details | Free verse | |


I am sorry,
I am very sorry,
This is for my daughter
I mean my young, beautiful pet.

That was it, the voice of my friend
Who now prides himself
Of another daughter across the street
Only God knows how many of such
I mean those susceptible to his carrot.

Indeed, very young
Full of life to live
Looking innocently attractive
Until he crept into her life.

Her Aunt’s door left ajar
She fell like a pack of card.
He dazzles her Aunt with intermittent gifts
He branded the girl “My daughter”
My innocent friend became a father
And dangles before his daughter a lanky carrot.

As times tickles away,
The daughter not only eats the golden carrot
But she swallows it gently with exactitude

Yet, her Aunt saw no changes
When carrots thickens her sister’s hips
And her flat buttocks getting curved roundly
While her chest pointer getting shaped
Her Aunt still blinded with gifts of “Suya and bread”.

Here comes this day knocking
As my friend’s daughter
Vomits and coughs repeatedly,
She feigned to be well before her Aunt.

“Nothing, I’m okay”
She smiled to her friends
And pretends to all
But grim only at her father

The act got caught short
Not for too long,
Now we all know,
That she has swallowed her father’s carrot
And it got stucked in her throat.

When?, Where?, Who?, her Aunt queried
Three months ago, she retorted
My . . . My . . . My . . . father, she replied.
Before eyes got blinked,
My friend’s was out of town
In search of another daughter.

Alayande Stephen T.
4th August, 2007

Spiced up for my good friend Tope and his daughter.
It all happened on my visit to Abuja.

Suya- An Hausa language (from Nigeria) for roasted meat.

Details | Cinquain | |


Funny, Intelligent
Girl Charming Voice
There For The Homies
Cute, Not In That Way

Details | Ballade | |

Lisa Maree

Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world

Lisa Maree

Lisa Maree, you baffle me
You just don’t seem to care
You throw your money all around
And people who won’t share
Will try to take you for a ride
And you can’t always see
What some folk try to do to you
You’ve too much trust in thee.

Lisa Maree, it’s plain to see
That you’re a special girl
Though sometimes you go off on one
And mind goes in a whirl
Your heart is gold, pure solid gold
You’re as soft as heated honey
You have a sense of humor too
You even think 'you’re' funny.

Some might find you hard to take
These fickle kinds of folk
Will run you down for being you
And treat you like a joke
But fickle folk don’t mean a thing
You’re far above the rest
When you are helping someone out
That’s when you’re at your best.

23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs

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To Phyllis Babcock from kashinath

Phyllis!Phyllis! Help me outta this! Tell me how to write and please you? P.D. has ordered 'Write on Phyllis, you must oblige or will perish!':) So I googled your name 'Phyllis', you from Canada,your name from Greece. I know you are kind and tender, all these made your pen much sweeter. Oh,yes!Tell me how is Aaron, your bundle of joy,little grandson! For him all my blessings and love, cell phone ringing,my time is up. Tell me one thing just secretly, has P.D.ordered you too,like me? =============000============= :)Obviously PD didn't order me:))) Placement:1st ;(January 2012) Contest:Gift Exchange Sponsor:Poet Destroyer(Irma) By:kashinath karmakar

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !

                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer

  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol

Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL

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Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 

Details | Limerick | |


I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!

Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!

All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!

I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn:  good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!

Details | Light Poetry | |

Me without You

Me without you is a motionless sail boat,
A kid being out doors in the winter without a coat.
A basketball star without ever having any coach.
Can you picture trying to fly a plane with no engine?
A mother of three trying to feed her children with no kitchen?
Do you notice some of the things that are missing?
Baby you are a puzzle, with a piece missing. 
Without the E in ME, is everything! 
Nothing is complete if there is no YOU AND ME.
That is like trying to serve a turkey with no wings on Thanksgivings.
I am the key you turn in your ignition, I kindle your love intentions.
Oh, what sweet reminiscing, like a pastry treats with frosting.
I bet that put a smile on your face, like a kid winning his first race.
 As I were your Hostess Twinkie and you were my creamed that filled me.
You are the only one that completes me, that how our love flow so swiftly.
As a little girl twirling around in her favorite dress, I think I will keep you because you fit me best.
There is no such thing as a Me without you, because simply no one could ever compare to you.
That is like a sneaker with no lace, you are surly to fall on your face.
But don’t worry I will be right there to catch you with grace.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Kiss And Tell

<        Heart skips beat
               From boy I meet

                    Palms did sweat
                         Forehead wet

                               Caught me under tree
                                   Lips were placed on thee

                                                    Tomboy no more
                                                           Dresses galore

                                                                 Him 12 and me just 11
                                                                     Match made from Heaven

                                                                           Something went wrong
                                                                                With our love song

                                                                                     Denny O'Neil 
                                                                                       Did like to squeal  

Just Hate It 
When They 
Kiss And Tell 

Story is this was my first love intrest
When we moved into our new house
instead of me wanting to beat him up
we instead played football and other sports 
along with his other 4 brothers I always had 
to be the quarterback tho because I had the 
strongest throwing arm of the block

Details | Terza Rima | |


Anyone who thought that I follishly picked a rabbit, a cat,
a sheep, a bird or frog as an animal for my impersonating:
must have the wrong would be a big insult!

How would anyone see me becoming one of those?
Has anyone thought of me as a ferocious lion instead?
I would be the king of the jungle, but it could get worse!

I will be demanding obedience and loyalty from every small and big animal
that I have recorded in this book and as their leader I'll be just and pliant,
but wouldn't they envy me for my pretty lioness queen so gentle and beautiful?

Only lions have the ability to lead, solving the issues of justice, equality and fairness;
others may not seek the powerful ivory scepter I'll be holding in my claws,
and from this throne made of straw...they'll admire my sovereignty and mighteness!

Who's laughing in the noisy trees, where lots of monkees devour ripe bananas?
Who's shaking the brenches to make them fall and and land where I stand?
Don't they see the crown I'm wearing which intimitates the elephants and giraffes?

Nobody should be afraid of a docile lion that would turn ferocious...
if the jealous ones continued to ignore me and flashed looks of contention,
and although I am a self-appointed king, I can be kind, not atrocious!

Entered in Kristen Bruni's contest,
" If I Was Animal What Would I Be? "
written by Andrew Crisci

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Musings from a Meter Maid

A meter maid I’ve never been
But Deb’s convinced me I have sinned
So now I write this verse for her
With hopes her wrath I won’t incur

“Defrost” is said as de’ frost here
The South is different, it’s so clear
Sur-re’-al sometimes sounds sur-eel’
But what means more is how I feel

About a poem and what it says
If written by a serf or prez
My meter’s time is running out
This WAS a strain, beyond a doubt

*LOL :)  Entry for the Meter Contest
Iambic Pentameter

Details | I do not know? | |

How to Read your Pal's mind

Getting confused between the two
Wondering what they think about you
Who thinks you are trustworthy friend 
And who thinks that you will bring his friendship to an end  
Although you can’t say what they are thinking by how they pretend
But it can help you to some extent
Like Old Phil, he’s looking at the clock
Maybe he is waiting for his daughter to take a walk
And his daughter is looking at her father
Wondering how to get rid of this walking disaster
Now comes stage two, the tricky part
How to be sure that you predictions are right, you thought
Just see their body language and the way the speak
If it is a smile or a squeal or a squeak
Smile means best friends
Squeal means they’re tensed
Squeak means of you they are afraid
My technique works like I said
The third and the final part is the trickiest of all
Do it right, or fail and fall
You have to know how to react
Otherwise they will win in their act
If in an angry or spoilt mood
You should run and hit the road
Staying near that person may be hazardous to health
And as you know “Health is wealth”
If sad or disheartened, wish him well
Let him not experience Earthly hell
Make his mood better, worse do not
Then he will be angry, and you will have thought
If only you had listened to me
You wouldn’t suffer this pain and agony
If someone’s afraid just reassure him
That you are a human, not a Kraken
Go near him and talk with him you may
But never a loud or unpleasant word you shall say
The fear is coming down, it’s still not gone
Just one pint of pressure can make it go all wrong
If someone needs your help but he cannot speak it out
Go to him and tell him to blabber it very loud
Then tell him what you can try to do
If you cannot, just make up a point or two
He’s your friend, your help he needs
By helping him, your friendship will germinate, just like a seed
Though difficult at first trust slowly builds
Even deeper than the oceans, or higher than the hills
If someone wants to no longer be your friend
You should bring the friendship to an end
Pleading just heats up the argument
Just keep touch with him to an extent
And when opportunities rise and they will
Your enmity, you can kill
By impressing him to the full extent
And making sure that his heart is content
You can bring your friendship back
Then ask what quality’s you lack
Then just work to make the bad things better
They will come in handy later
So now I told you what to and what not to do
Reading minds is what I taught you!

Details | Limerick | |

Who Let The Dogs Out ? { The DogGone Dog Contest}

<                              tell me now   Who ! Who ! ~  Let The Dogs Out ?
                                bet Carolyn pulling them by snouts ......
                                fleas ...  ticks....  she started to itch /////
                                screaming  sons of  a  ....... b .i...t...c....h
                                poor neighbor's dog now takes different route
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
The DogGone Dog Contest
G.L. All

Details | Free verse | |

Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....

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Facebook is a perpetual party
where you can be honest
without taking a drink
and you don't have to smell
that awful perfume
or make small talk.
You can go take a nap
without insulting anyone
and you don't have to
run to the bathroom to
wash your hands every time
you shake hands for fear
of catching the flu.
You don't have to dress up
in the latest fashion, 
and nobody will notice
that you are a nerd
unless they happen
to read your postings.
Nobody will know that
you are a closet conservative
because you don't have
to answer any questions
about yourself.
You don't have to mingle
or say “Don't touch me!”
Maybe that is why
I might be getting

Details | I do not know? | |


tap tap…
Settle up
I do believe
A Dr…
has engaged
the sun.
of time
Draw a space
of One… but
Yes.terd.ays gone?

It’s me dear
Model t
Rear seat
driving me
crank shaft
belts a craft
ranks par for
a party.
Ever Tsu.
thoughts of a
Oh Dear…
A Storm
I do hope
In it’s
Simply starts
to simplify me…

as I ramble
I might just be…
a ;plAce talking
your way.
Are we lost?

Details | Limerick | |

Poetry Soupers Limerick

There was a group of Soupers
Quite gracious about bloopers
They give you the “views”
And chase away blues
Me thinks they are real troopers!!! :)

Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

Details | Couplet | |

Are You Smiling

Spring,Sprang,Sprung You stepped in elephant tung Chip,clip,clasp Oh how I did laugh Fling,flang,flung I fell in the elephant tung Chip,clip,clasp Now you did laugh Now if it was just for a bit you heard The joy from within my silly little words I hope that upon your face A big smile has been placed

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The Maid of Honour's Speech

I know the Maid of Honour’s duties do not include a speech,
But looking at the perfect Bride, a vision in gold... and peach,
I couldn’t let the moment pass, without the chance to say,
How perfect for each other you are, on this your wedding day.

We’ve been friends forever, in school you were a brat,
But now you’re older, more mature and getting rather fat!
I know you really hate me; the proof is in the dress,
This thing you chose to put me in, it really is a mess!

Bows and ruffles everywhere, however could you think,
That a mature twenty eight year old could pull off vivid pink?
I know your gown is hideous, but even with that said,
There’s still no reason why the other bridesmaids are in red.

It’s clear to all that your wish for me was just to look a show,
And as it is your special day, I thought I’d let it go.
You’d always seemed to find it hard to find the perfect man,
You sat and watched all of your friends find theirs and formed a plan.

You tried it on with who they’d found until you had a date.
And so you lost a fair few friends? You’d found yourself a mate!
And in the groom you’ve found a man who over flows with love,
And through the trials that lie ahead, he’ll help you rise above.

With hugs and kisses he’ll shower you and have a few to spare,
In fact I saw him earlier, canoodling with Claire!
Honey, don’t react like that, he’s a jerk, I know it’s true,
But remember that you first hooked up, at our engagement do.

A leopard cannot change its spots, or so the proverb says,
And you told me you only married him for money anyway!
But then again you always were a shallow two-faced cow,
And why on earth should you decide to change your ways right now?

So ladies and gentlemen please join me, raise a glass,
To the spiteful two-faced Bride, and her two-timing Ass!

Details | Free verse | |






Details | Haiku | |


Laps up cool water
Lifts up head
Get off the toilet!

Details | Couplet | |

Pet Sit Panics

<                                             Dam Dog !

                                               What a hog !

                                               Ate Cousins Dope !

                                               And Started To Choke !

                                                Starry Eyes !

                                                Wobbly Thighs !

                                                To Vet !

                                               250 Dollars I Bet !


                                               More Test !

                                               They Suggest !

                                                Hell No !

                                               Let's See How It Goes !

                                               Just Needs Sleep !

                                              And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep !

Entry For
Sharon Tideswell
Pet Sit Panic's Contest




Details | Lyric | |


You’ll never know how much you speak to me I just can’t fathom the beauty that I see Your heart goes out in everything you do Your mind spews rain of music so true I am lost in the light of your unimpeachable words Everything around me, in me, feels so damn absurd I futilely try and fight a battle never won And realize that I am already gone Ooooh I am mesmerized Oh, I can’t be surprised That I am mesmerized You can see it in my eyes Am I blushing? Am I rushing this through? Are you laughing? Oh damn, he knows it’s true I am mesmerized Oh, I can’t be surprised Oh so mesmerized He can see it in my eyes Knowing you’re far from mine You’re words still stop all time Because you’re so damn sublime You’re simply out of this world So just get out of my mind! Oh! I’m mesmerized…. If there was a way inside your mind There still wouldn’t be me to find You’re moving so blasted fast And I just can’t reach the mask Man, it seems so useless, to try and make you see That I want you beyond all reason, knowing it can never be As you thrill the crowd, as you kiss the girl I’ll just stare at your pictures, wishing I was her Ooooh I am mesmerized Oh, I can’t be surprised That I am mesmerized You can see it in my eyes Am I blushing? Am I rushing this through? Are you laughing? Oh damn, he knows it’s true I am mesmerized Oh, I can’t be surprised Oh so mesmerized He can see it in my eyes Knowing you’re far from mine You’re words still stop all time Because you’re so damn sublime You’re simply out of this world So just get out of my mind! So lost, so gone, this war was never won Mesmerized
* Dedicated to the singer Anthony Snape, And...a secret person that no one shall know about! Muahahaha! (except Becca)

Details | Couplet | |

Spritual Gangster

You don’t want to miss this
But don’t be confused this aint Christmas
You’ve gotta get real my brotha and kiss this
I’m a spiritual criminal with lipstick

If you’re lucky you just might make my hit list
Coz I’m a murderer killing *****es ego’s with fake riffs
If you’re a moral criminal and do the minimal you can’t hit this
We must stand together my brother to beat this

Pleasure - pain, generosity - blame, loss - gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed 

I’ll mind punch you in the heart and give you a soul diss
Aint no big brotha gonna hold me and frisk this
You’re not lost or all alone coz my arrows fire straight and can’t miss
Things aint changed and love can still fix this

Pleasure pain, Generosity blame, loss gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed 
Love -love- love is all you need

Details | Quintain (English) | |

An Irish Caterwaul

Out a place, surely, a kitten in pants
hung out to dry for heaven’s sake,
men wander about like little ants
professin’ knowledge, make no mistake,
there’s a tale pussy footin’ in the wake.

As men lie, ‘tis their ears grow pointed,
and their teeth are sharpened to fangs.
Sure and begorrah, they’re not anointed   
these foolish followers o’ evil gangs,
hooked they be, and so, they hang.

So, reel in yer tail divils, take off false skin
yer kittenish ways will get ye naught.
Pray to the laurd God for kinder kin
they’d that will lave ye as they aught
and would na lave ye hangin’ caught…

*Sure and begorrah/ sure and by God
**Irish Dialect
Poet: D. Guzzi  8/4/11

Details | Lyric | |


I really love myself,
I'll do bad and good things,
I'll make things easier,
I'd like to face my problems.
I can change my life in an easier way,
Now I'm sitting here like a rocking chair.
I really know, How to make all this.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can do this all things,
In a different ways.
Go! go! go! go!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Funny person in everyday,
I make many person happy in a day,
I've wanted to have more friends,
Like many people live in our earth.
Everyday is a happy day,
Like everyone do this to their self,
I've wanted to have more friends,
Like many people live in our earth.

Details | Limerick | |

Brokeback hillock

Two cowboys were out on the range
When one said “I feel rather strange”
Said the other “come here
If you feel a bit queer
And I’ll just see what I can arrange”

Details | Rhyme | |

Tin Ribs

Well good golly her name is Holly and she has a lot of front
The first time that she met me, named me granddad elephant
Called her nanny, nanny coffee pot so she would have the set
Very forward is our Holly and I hardly know her yet

I gave her a nickname as a tease, just for a jest
Tin ribs what I call her so skinny not a pest
Likes Hannah Montana, club penguin and doing make up with sis
Dancing, high school musical and sweet and sour chicken is bliss

Loves pasta, reads Jacqueline Wilson, likes pink
Shooting basketball hoops after school is a must I think
Hates doing homework can’t stand candy floss
I even bet she thinks she’s the boss

Just a little tin ribs with much time to grow
Granddad elephant is glad we met don’t you know
See you soon Holly till then just take care 
Try doing some homework it seems only fair

Eat lots of candy floss to help you fill out
Then one day maybe I’ll be able to shout
No tin ribs any more but grand daughter elephant instead 
Perhaps not though its just  a tease in my head

Details | Alliteration | |


Bubbling bacon
basks on the bright blaze
blobs blow up, 
burning beautifically on coal beds

The bark below bothers me
as I lay back taking the bite:
the branch bears the burden
of my tired bones

*Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

A Letter To My First Crush

A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH My Dearest Kevin My hands shake nervously as I write this letter The fountain pen drips the ink in heart-shapes Pieces of my heart as it reach out to you I just want you to know that loving you isn’t easy My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mill @ Boon collection Have'nt prepared me To deal with a player like you I heard it through the grapevine, That you are heartbreaker and womanizer With only one thing on your adolescence mind My grandmother always told me, that Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free My grandma is a wise woman More like a heroine in my eyes I am the heroine of my life More like a Nancy Drew without a clue on how to love you I am never satisfy, I am curious And mysterious However I am very chary Kind of gal ^ I do believe that I am in love with you today However, I might hate you tomorrow Because you never know with a secret admirer To the man I love today They are nothing more than I can say. I will wait for your reply my love

Details | Personification | |



I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
To eat....
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
Thing out....
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
Was gone...
         With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?


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.

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 | Free verse | |

My Mexican Jerky

He makes me laugh when I’m about to cry.

He is very different than I am; but that’s what makes him, him.

He makes no sense to me sometimes.   

He admits that he’s full of himself.

He doesn’t know how much I care about him. 

He calls me his angel.

He also lives in New Mexico.

He has never seen me face to face.

He has seen me in pictures, and said I’m beautiful. 

He is indescribable.  

He is my best friend.

He is my Mexican Jerky.

I love him.

Details | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09

Details | Rhyme | |

The White Pumpkin

Thank you, Ma’am, for the pumpkin.
I am not distressed in the least.
Though it’s not of my preference,
It’ll suffice for a Halloween feast.

Mother Nature could have mixed up her seeds.
That could explain why the color is bland.
One might think Jack Frost didn’t finish his work,
Or, Autumn is making a political stand.

I am so glad you came with this pumpkin.
Come on in Ma’am, and stay for awhile.
No, I don’t mind it isn’t bright orange,
Though it isn’t the most popular style.

Please, have a seat as good company should,
And quit the uncertainties filling your mind.
Don’t doubt my plan for sweet pumpkin pie,
As giving me this ugly, white pumpkin was kind.

Details | Free verse | |

marking my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.

i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.

i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 


i had
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.

then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.

i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good

yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.

i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.


Details | Light Poetry | |


I often think okay I am not that old. I am a pretty cool grandma.. I grew up where mom was the lover, protector and most of all the boss.. I never would have thought to slam a door in my mothers face.. She  would have broken it down and beat me with door frame that fell off…but that was way way back when.. You know the time where no one had a cell phone and didn’t care.. No one had computer at home …we did have a typewriter but I am the only one that used it.. We had a small record player and I had vinyl records ..oh how I could rock with Elvis, now I don’t understand the names of groups let alone what they are saying … probably better off not knowing.  We wore jeans back then but they were not the staple in our closets, now the are a must have for $100.00 wow I could have bought a whole fall wardrobe for that and a coat..
Food has changed the rule at our house was if Mom put it on the table we ate it or went hungry.. Now every one has to have a special meal.. and manners those are a thing of the pass, I rarely hear a teenager or anyone else say yes sir or no sir.. It is a thing of the past and people don’t speak like that anymore.. Stop talking now means ok lets see who can talk the loudest and longest.  My mom had a look that said you had better shut up right now or I am going to kill you.. She wouldn’t kill us but she sure would make us pay ..  We went to church on Sunday or Monday if mom said so..
I am sure my granddaddy often thought what is wrong with this generation they will never survive.. But the most of us have and now we think this of the next generations to come.. But I really realized how old I was today when my 16 year old grandson, walked on my new mopped kitchen floor and when I said the floor is wet.. He very calmly replied not to  bad.. Laughing as I finish this life has definitely changed.. but 50 years from now he will probably be thinking the same thing I am … where is this generation going to go?????????

Details | Ballad | |

One Year

10/18/2007         To Krista,    love, Karen

When good things try to scare us with things we don’t deserve
Sometimes we still believe our lies and never find the nerve
To proudly stand and take the coin
That proves our lies were wrong
The months and days all in a row
The minutes took so long…
But here we are, one year has gone
And Krista never drank
The kids were kids
And all day long
Well, Krista never drank
We met again at Kingston Creek
That Saturday in June
We shared a common trait…
Who knew?
The two of us were doomed
Around the rooms for many years
And couldn’t find a friend
Imagine that.  Both in AA
The ‘clicks’ were smaller then
So Krista shared and so did I
About our sad dilemma
We both were gorgeous, smart and funny
But couldn’t find a frienda
The whole thing was hysterical
When we shared it with each other
We laughed the laugh 
Of those who laugh, and go on to recover
Laughter is the medicine that heals your every wound
I thank you Krista for being my friend
And getting me here by noon.

Details | Limerick | |

The Legend of Smelly Nelly

Smelly Nelly was quite a charming girl,
She wore her hair in braids instead of curls,
Bathing several times per day in the Jewish way,
Yet many scoffed and sniffed,
exclaiming she smelt like manure in hay,
Nelly used expensive oils and attars,
some came from lands very far,
Her raiments were made of the finest silks
but people still told her she smelt
like days old milk,
They shunned and booed her,
talking behind her back,
hoping and praying she would have a heart attack,
The gripe they harbored had nothing to do with
Nelly's smell, it was because her family owned
several oil wells,
Neverthelss, she brought her own lunch which made
her naysayers feel as if they were incompetent bunches,
The farce of living as the Joneses do, never appealed to
Nelly because she knew the value of a dollar,
So while folks snickered and stared, corking their noses
causing her despair,
She sat and ate her snicker doodle sandwiches with her
little pinky waving in the air,
Smelly Nelly they chanted everyday, but she shrugged
her shoulders and continued on her merry way,
Cartier, Chanel and Youth Dew were always in her backpack,
but she knew it was hard for critics to understand her modest lifestyle,
They all rumoured that she lacked!
Afterall, she rather "enjoyed" their ignorance,
watching them treat her as if she were a rotten as mere happenstance,
But Nelly soon conquered her critics by blossoming into a
lovely swan, forgetting about the negativity, and meanness,
leaving the penny section to stew in their own mess......

Details | Limerick | |


Eh, pal what are your chances of winning?
Ah, you could have banked all this saving
for an early retirement...
to cherish that sentiment!
When you're completely broke, start cringing!

Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Day of Birth

Dear dead properties, L-o-L
Now back to earth and for what it’s worth
A new year is a laudable blessing commencing rebirth
Advance in life and don’t come back, kidding 
Just don’t retreat or look back
Sweet sixteen I’m glad you’re that
On your back, me support thou sat
Feliz cumpleaños, and good luck
Love, a hungry acquaintance 

Details | Lyric | |

Chief Goat! (For Emman)

Hey Hey! 
Who's the greatest goat of all?
Hey Hey!
Who stands over six feet tall?
Oh Oh!
Who's the biggest, buffest dude?
Oh Oh!
Who has grass as favorite food?

Hey, hail Chief Goat!
Chief Goat he's the one!
All hail Chief Goat!
'Cause he's a lot of fun!

Hey Hey!
Who's the goat that plays football?
Hey Hey!
Who goes running for that ball?
Oh Oh!
Who can't help but win this game?
Oh Oh?
It's Emman the one and same!

Hey, hail Chief Goat!
Chief Goat's super fast
All hail Chief Goat!
'Cause he sure ain't the last!


We love you Emman!

Details | Couplet | |


It's a final sale, no exchanges, no refund; grab anything that you like...
all items sell for a dollar or less, even grandfather's four-wheel bike.

Over forty two years I have collected transistor radios, vinyl records, ceramics dolls
and plates with famous faces on them...oh, Debbie from The Wizard of Oz enthralls!

I am making room for new furniture, and must get rid of them...
it's sad to give them away when they offered much excitement! 

In those boxes and crates, you'll find many commodities...
soap bars, bathing towels, curtains shower and perfumes.

Take a look at some funny clothes that I wore in my teens: tight blue jeans,
wool sweaters, cowboy's shirts, boots and hats, trying to look like sexy Elvis!  

Browse and find that item you couldn't it Marylin Monroe's furry shawl? 
If the final sale is not complete by early evening, I will draw a winner to take it all!

Details | Narrative | |


Curry. Cumin. Saffron.
Mmmm, the hallways always smell of spice,
her seventy-year-old body perfecting the rhythm of movement
from icebox to oven in her efficiency kitchenette.
Tangerine wall paint cracks and mixes carelessly 
with bits of spice yet lingering in the air; it
follows her, this aroma that eats the eater, 
dancing around her skirts
like faeries honoring their faerie queen.
She knows this, and smiles at the sliver of sun peeking through her window.

Down the corridor
people begin their ritual of recognition, then sniffing,
and finally a smile that reveals anticipation. 
No one goes hungry inside Apartment A6 and everyone has seconds.  
Lunch and dinner, breakfast too 
if a body is moving about as dawn surfaces. 
Though small, her main floor seems to expand
beyond the boundaries of walls,
everyone cross-legged and eager to devour dishes 
few could pronounce and none could forget.

A legend among the two hundred desperate palates;
today, however, souls wander lost through the hallways 
because the lucky have snaked their way into heaven
and left the masses to a barren, tasteless fate.
As the onions, okra and potatoes, flavored
with a hint of saffron and even less ginger,
entice bodies five deep and ten across,
our greedy fingers and mouths offer no thoughts of others
going without while dripping sauce falls onto our legs
and Berndi seems content with the pleasure she’s wrought.

Details | Rhyme | |

Old Men

They used to frighten me
To be around old men
With their backs all bent
Their faces harsh to see
Time's ugly scars etched in
Freckled skin worn so thin.

Their white and thinning hair
And their extra large ears
They look sort of queer
With their bald heads a glare
And canes they use to stand
Held in old bony hands.

So, I spoke to one one day
And then while listening
With eyes a glistening
I was in utter dismay!
To hear the things he'd done
Of his battles lost and won!

We became real good friends
That wise old man and I
And long did I cry
When he met his end
Now, I'm no longer scared
Of old men everywhere!

It's a proper thing anyhow
That I no longer fear
When old men draw near
Because I live with one now
But we never speak, you see
Since that old man.... is me!

                          Timothy I. Brumley

Details | Senryu | |

The A-Team

Here comes Santa Claus
The Easter Bunny’s with him
Great! Tooth Fairy too!

Details | Personification | |

My eX-gIRL fRIEND We Are Getting Married

This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......

My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
           Of Picture's
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
Them together  
And then She ask Me 
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
         With Tea'


Details | Rhyme | |

Friday Night

It’s Friday night; party time,
And I’m ready to get jacked up;
Mix some mega cocktails,
In my hot pink solo cup;

I’m down to play some quarters,
But beer pong is my sport;
And trust me, when this nights over,
I won’t be walking without support;

This week has been exhausting,
I’m ready to drink it all away;
Wash away my sorrows,
‘til I slur every word I say;

I’m ready to shut this work week down,
By partying with my friends;
And hopefully the sun will be rising,
By the time that this night ends!

Details | Grook | |

The Doggone Dog Contest

               My Pet

They say that a pet resembles its master,
but I don't believe that it's true.
       When I walk with my dog, 
he always walks faster.
       When I eat a sandwich, 
my dog eats a shoe.
       My dog often scratches his head with his feet,
but, I use my hands, instead.
       I tend to roll in bed when I sleep.
My dog rolls in anything dead.
    I've never pooped in a clearing, or park;
       I've never chewed on a bone;
When a squirrel climbs a tree, I don't stare up and bark -   
			I'd rather just leave it alone.
But I don't get fed, and watered, and rubbed,
	and I don't get treats when I pee.
And I'm not, as quickly, forgiven and loved,
	when someone gets angry with me.
They say that a pet is just like its master,
but I haven't seen any proof yet.
        Personally, I think that would be a disaster.
Instead, I wish I was more like my pet.

Details | Acrostic | |


Connecting with loved ones will help you 
Overcome obstacles and experience happiness. 
Nothing is more powerful than love.
Take the time, slow down
Enjoy those smiles, giggles, practical jokes
Noises the dogs make when they play
Thankful for life every second, of every day, in every way

Details | Ballade | |

joyce said

She took a long look at me 
said "My legs were tight like yours
Now they're wobbly, gross fat"
never knew a 75 year old thought about that...

But thats what Joyce said.

When a car whizzed by a sign
marked 35 
As it passed
she yelled out 'Smart ass!'
and said "You'd better drive faster 
If you wanna catch her!"

In regards to her second husband
when he proposed
"I've never bedded a fat man before
but here goes..."
and he couldn't help but love her cuz
no one says it 
like Joyce said.

When she was walking 
behind me 
she said " I can tell you're hungry"
asked her how, she said "Your butt told me".

One night before I went off to my bed
she said...

"You may know thousands of people
but you should count your friends on your hands..."
I can.

I love her cuz 
that's what 
Joyce said.

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 | Rhyme | |

Happy New Year

Happy New Year
The curtains are closed, everybody’s sleeping in.
They all had a busy day, bringing this Christmas in.
They have shopped and cooked and drunk alcohol all day.
There is no energy left for another day of play.

The roads are quiet, the shops are all closed.
Those up and about really look half dozed.
I feel sorry in a way for all those that celebrated
They look quite knacked now, their wallets very deflated

There is just time, to recover a little bit.
It’s few days before, they all restart living it.
The shopping, eating, drinking all through the  day.
Welcoming the New Year in, with kisses and horseplay.

I wish you all well, with the strength to get through it.
Happy New Year, to all of you that will do it.
I hope you have strength to get though that night.
But remember the New Year doesn't start after after midnight. 

Save some strength and resilience you need to carry on.
Another year must pass, before the next one.
A  new year and none will know whatever it may bring
Be prepared to pay the piper, if the fat lady starts to sings


Details | Free verse | |


They talk and talk
Running in circles
Trying to make sense
Of what they have, between the two of them.

They both have a lot of baggage, I suppose
Old wounds that haven’t entirely healed
Memories that tug at them when they indulge in reminiscence
Tears they have never shed, anger they have never expressed.

They are a bit like wary children,
Meeting for the first time across a playpen
Wanting to play, but cautious too
Awkward and shy, not sure what will happen
If he isn’t good at peek-a-boo
Doesn’t like to color the flowers pink and blue
And many such things which she likes to do.

Or worse yet, what if he is mean and a bully?
Pulls her pigtails and makes her cry
Destroys her drawing, draws a mustache on her pretty butterfly?
So she is cautious, and quiet as a mouse
Peering at him through her lashes, too shy to tell him to come close.

He, on the other hand, tries to look bored and impressive
And like he has done this a million times
Like he knows a lot, lot more than he actually does
The alphabet, the spelling of his name, songs and rhymes.

He has met girls before; and thought they were silly
Squealed too much, wore clothes that were too frilly.
This girl was no different; she wore a pink bow and carried a dumb doll
But there was something about her, which made him think girls weren’t so bad after all.

She, on the other hand, had never talked to a boy before
Nor had she ever wanted to
Boys were aliens to her, those loud sweaty things
Who eat their nose boogies, and always have something naughty to do.
But this boy, with his big floppy bunny ears;
Something in his voice and his laugh, too
Made her want to sit next to him, and pat his hand when he got a boo-boo.

So they sit, on far ends of the playpen, sneaking peeks at each other,
Making up their minds to ask the other to play together
And changing their minds the next instant-
Maybe it’s not a good idea to be so blatant.

Maybe they will become friends, before the bell rings, before the day is over
Or maybe they will be strangers forever.
However it turns out, they will be okay
Because that is children’s way-
They always end up finding someone with whom to play.

Neither of them knows how they feel about each other
Or if anything at all
All they know is that they want the other to stick about
At least long enough for them to figure it out.

So that is the story, of two grown-up children
Trying to make life happen
Reaching out for something that looks golden
But then again
Even if it they end up mistaken,
They’ll eventually find the right person
Somewhere in this big wide playpen.

Details | Free verse | |


Thin, hand tossed, or pan.
Pepperoni pizza?
Join me if you can.
Dine-in, buffet, or on the run,
pizza for lunch is so much fun.
Taco pizza will hit the spot.
This pizza kitchen sure is hot!
Yes, dessert pizza made just right.
Chocolate chip pizza is such a delight.
Extra meat and light on the sauce.
Join me for pizza at a low cost.
On a diet?
That's okay.
Veggie pizza fixed your way.
Some like it hot and some like it cold,
but I like mine spicy and bold.
Order to go or dine with grace.
Join me at the pizza place.

Details | Dodoitsu | |

How Funky Is Your Chicken (Dodoitsu)

The rooster began to dance
It was raising quite a sweat
Barnyard pals joined in the fun
All funky chickened

Details | Free verse | |

Smile anyway

It is better to love and lost Well, you have heard the saying                                               but what I was trying to say is to never love at all                                                             that would be sad and that would make a clown frown                                                       while searching for words to make you smile                                                                     Is that a trick question you are the one judging                                                                with that poetry police and destroying going on                                                             What thinketh a poet and you did not know it                                                                    it is all fun and games until you have won                                                                    Who made this a contest anyway needless to say                                                              I am going to give you a peace of my mind pardon pun or not                                   whether I win this contest or not I think                                                                          You should know You have already have one                                                                And by the way I hope you find all you are looking for                                                     love you like a sis and this I would have no one miss                                                        Jesus loves you  Thanks for sharing always                        *                            *                           - scientist find blue iceberg/ A blue iceberg is visible after the ice from above the water melts, causing the smooth portion of ice from below the water to overturn. The rare blue ice is formed from the compression of pure snow, which then develops into glacial ice.

Details | Cowboy | |


Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!

Details | Ode | |

The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.

Details | Light Poetry | |


Time to pull off the coats
Push the heavy suits to the back
Open the windows and turn off the heat
Sprint time is here, fire up the grill
Sit on the deck, enjoy and chill
Listen to the birds as they conversate and sing
Time for light colors and showing off the bling
Turn up the c-d, it's time for spring

Details | Couplet | |

Internet romance questions

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Do you enjoy a glass of wine or a few beers?

What makes you who you are?
What would you wish on a shooting star?

How would you describe yourself if I was blind?
What is the one thing always on your mind?

What is your worst attribute or flaw?
Do you drink from the glass or use a straw?

What is the number one quality you are looking for?
Would you drink milk from a dairy or must it be from the store?

Water from a bottle or out of the tap?
Do you like our president or is he full of **ap?

Well some were deep some were not,
But here is a list of questions I forgot.

Details | Personification | |

Crabby Tabby

The way that you’re crying,
You sound like you’re dying…
You can’t get enough of that food!

And then, when I feed you,
You say, “I don’t need you!”
And you’re in another bad mood!

Stop trying to bite me!
I think that you might be…
A little too cruel and crabby!

No matter what I say, 
I’ll adore you anyway!
You’ll always be my love, Tabby!

Details | I do not know? | |

We all know this one

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I,m in love with a girl 
That will never trade
Even if for a million dollars
But for a billion dollars
I would have to think about that one 
say yes if this make you smile today

Details | Rhyme | |

We Have A Giggles

He came to live with us a short while ago
Quiet and shy and not over slow
Quite tight with his wallet but that soon would change
And now so outgoing it really is strange

He goes out to college and green gym as well
And is always quick and eager to tell
How his day has gone how he can’t cook a thing
Then falling asleep faster than a microwave ping

His name is Giles and he just wanted to stay
And after a while he at last got his way
He made a friend of poppy our little jack
She talks to him each morning its really good crack

We call him giggles a really nice lad
Don’t think that it is in him to be bad
He likes going day trips to any where
As long as he’s out he just doesn’t care

He loves watching wrestling on the TV on Wednesday night
And watching DVD’s with bobby who is his mate alright
But finally after all I have said 
I really think giggles is happiest in bed

Details | Rhyme | |


There are fairies at the bottom of my garden I told the woman next door. They are cute, they are small They come when I call. I leave food out for them at night. There are fairies at the bottom of my garden I told the men in white. They are pink, they are green They like strawberries and cream. I watch them dance around fires at night There are fairies at the bottom of my garden I told the walls in my cell. They are gentle, they are meek, They play hide and seek. Their voices stay with me at night. There were fairies at the bottom of my garden I told my other self. They were soft they were sweet, They visited me as a treat. And I ate them for supper last night!

Details | ABC | |

A Glurmy Gleepcious Glorp

I plurm and glorp with every breath
My existence defies and deifies death

I splurp and glomph amongst your days
Indistinguishable from mud and haze
I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze
with unctuous vim I sleam through your days
and go about my large gorptious ways

Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey
leaving glossful drippings to mark my way
and make your life gang aft agley
as I spream and slorl in spurious ways
and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze
I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways

‘Til you come undone
And my sporphing’s won!

My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze
My job is done, I’ve gronked your days!

Details | Tetractys | |

The Flower Boy

Stands there
As flowers
Are placed in his
Ginger hair, the yellow and purple, blend

He smiles and poses for the camera
Glad to become
The ginger

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The gift of friendship arises,to be built on step by step the good feelings that can`t be bought,spinning off lines cant be prepped just watching you and skin bonding every meet, puts a lovely feeling around me,you and Col a friendly treat. Our crowd that bonds together,is something to behold for it`s value is far greater,than a mountain made of gold it costs nothing for politeness,nor to give a helping hand nor to have a word when one is down, and head is in the sand. The crack we have between us, is really so unique i cannot complete this poem Trish,without a mention of ya beak ;) nor the hamsters wheel,or tids slanty eyes, but whatever goes around, we are all the loving kinda guys.

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My Last Nerve

O why O why do you make me mad
take away my help that's all I had
you are not going make me sad
That was my last nerve, That was my last nerve 

There is only so much that I can do
I am only one person and that is true
this is who I am and I'm not you
That was my last nerve, That was my last nerve 

While I don't mind doing what needs to be done
just give me a break to relax and have fun
I'm going to take my time and not being to run
That was my last nerve, That was my last nerve 

You were given many chances to correct your mistake
this is my own choice that I did have to make
all that I needed was a little bit of a break
That was my last nerve, That was my last nerve 

What you are doing to me you know is insane 
so if I decide to leave I don’t want to hear you complain
I never was given any help and that's why 
it is time for me to say goodbye
That was my last nerve, That was my last nerve 
That was my last nerve, That was my last nerve

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Joanna davis 

A smile can bring a breath of fresh air
to a heart that’s been broken
or a soul in despair

A smile needs no sound
Sometimes your mouth will open
and you teeth shine out

A smile is infectious
just look and see...
I think you’ve just caught
that crater from me!

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Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!

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Lovers Tiff

Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie
Your demands will be the death of me
I’ve done my best now let me rest
You’ve drained my body physically 
You’ve worn me out I’ve had enough
I can’t keep on performing 
Let's take a break, relax, unwind
Continue in the morning

Okay, come on, let’s do it
We’ve had our little tiff
I’ve had myself a rest, and
Now I’m getting rather stiff
So get up to the bedroom
We’ll continue with this caper
But you can do the pasting, and
I will hang the paper

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Dinner Party and Guess Whose Invited

A cannon waiting to explode hold my heart within chambered walls
I stood right beside the feast but couldnt bear to sit 
I wined and I dined but I stand 
Holding my mischief in my right hand puffing and dragging in the other one
I smell its swirl robust and ripe ready off the vine
He is the reason why people like me drink 
Sober is for the agoraphobics but in my adventures I do gather ouside
In the garden by the psychadelic frog ribbitting the tunes of Marley
Dressed like Jimmy, sat down on the lily-pad guitar
Strummed slowly and for in my hurt one moment I began to sing and laugh
Dry and chuckled I'm always the last one to choke
Hang on a word too many while I drink the swirl sip my curiosity 
Unleash uncage inhabit my new prey while I fake pretend pray no incarceration

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Walking with you all the way, because I missed you night and day. 
Holding your hand to help guide the way, in the light of the moon? 
Sunshine brightening our lives whispering ways, hold my hand, 
I want to be with you, up lift your soul in oh so many crazes. 
Hold you in my arms and remembering when our lives took us, 
Each to two separate places, what am I to do now? Eyes so clear, 
Pull your likeness... 
Closer to me now and cling to you at closed in spaces? 
Whisper in your ear that I have no grievances to spare, so come to me, 
Come to me now, I want you to be here, love me now, I have a life to share. 
The effects are rollin over our bodies, like it can’t decide, 
Caught in between here and taking you out to be the ride of your life. 

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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!

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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…

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Linda Marie The Sweetheart Of P.S.

<                                            Sweetheart

                                          Where shall I start

                                              Linda  Marie

                                         You'll surely agree

                                            Travels  around

                                           Soup    land   town

                                     North  South  East  and  West

                                 Your poetry she  will taste and test

                                        Never leaves smitten notes

                                    Or even some nasty blog quotes

                                  She packs you in her traveling suitcase

                                     You know the one dressed in lace

                                          Wether stateside or abroad

                                          This woman is not a fraud

                                         Only kindness and senserity

                               If I was a guy even would ask her to marry me  { LOL }

                                          But for now will be forever friends

                                   Like A shining armor I will always's defend 

                                             This sweetheart of poetry soup

                            Who makes me not to want to fly from this coupe



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Volleyball was the only game we played so well,
that's what we did on long, warm summer evenings,
putting all the effort to win and that took a strong will...
but disappointment often showed on our worn-out faces. 

The aggressive girls smirked everytime they missed a hit,
I laughed hard to get them mad, but one of them was sly:
her name was Lisa and she found the perfect target...
I remember teasing her when she refused to comply.

What surprised me was her challenging looks full of vengeance,
" I will make you pay for this, idiot! " she kept on yelling,
but I continued laughing and having fun, thinking she was bluffing...
then Lisa threw the ball aiming at me, it hit me right in the face.

Ah, that was no friendly game, it was fierce competation!
And realizng how foolish I was, I ignored the sharp pain
and continued playing with the intention of winning,
I saw Lisa madly staring at me while she was recharging.

The pony-tail girls started to move quicker, the boys followed their belligerent grit,
volleyball was a game that either team wanted to win so badly:  cheat
or fair didn't matter, because nobody would have accepted a defeat...
unfortunately, the time was up and we all fell on the grass restoring our friendship.

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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs

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Thursday's Advice To My Friend

Get some rest my friend,
Like me.
Breeze through tomorrow,
Then, it's the weekend baby!

wrote 1-21-10
in a text to my friend, Tralanya

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Politicians will do anything to get elected on this coming November second:
from fierce attacks on integrity, sensitivity, character and morality...
and lie they will to win at the polls, promising all streets of glittering gold;
good folks, before you choose those candidates, be aware of reality. 

Every media is swamped with ads with messages that convicinvigly say,
" I approve of this message." Should we endorse and trust them?
The Mayor wants to be the Governor, and the Governor President...
anyone can run for any of these prestigious offices on that lucky day.

In their vibrant words truly convincing...all you hear is changes for the better:
less taxes, more jobs, drug-free streets, pristine cities and minimal crime,
but how can they afford all these expenses, if not on the hard-working tax-payer? 
If they constantly swear: their promise is a promise that dwindles with time.

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Me Sister Bren

Dear Sister, this is for you, again you win
Artist of the year, and sexiest friend
Such an adorable person, so I rate you a ten
Tony is an imposter; I’m your real kin 
See the doctor loathe me because I had muscles of men
But anyway, tell the mama I’ll never see again 
“Thank you Katherine for conceiving… me sister Bren”

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Chicken Fillets or Bigger Boobs as I Now Know

ooOO~~Chicken Fillets~~OOoo I went out with my friend, just the other day We decided to have a drink before going to the play I told her that she looked nice but more pert than before She shrugged her shoulder together and bumped her breasts up more What do you think, do they suit me? She asked me rather coy I think they look ok but you ought to ask a boy Well she said with a smile, I like to look my best I told her to be careful she’d overstretch her vest. “Chicken fillets” she said as she sipped her gin No I’m ok I replied, I‘ve already eaten in. No its chicken fillets, she looked down at her pert breasts What battered or bread crumbed, I like chicken supreme best. She laughed out loud and nudged me “I mean inside my bra” That’s why my breasts look pert, that’s where the fillets are. I was aghast this is new to me that I must admit I offered to get her a carrier bag to put them in for a bit Sniggering she said to me, “They are to make my boobs look big” Well I know I missed my formative years but this I didn’t twig. Chicken fillets in your top won’t they start to smell “No you dolt they are silicone that’s why they work so well” Another lesson learnt in this girlie life of mine Not only that its put me off chicken fillets for a very very long time.

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The Note

The Note
Back in the dusty toe
Of the library cove
Was where we would go
Not with any books in tow
Just the need to let love grow
With you I would lose all control

Every once and 
a while we
Would leave each 
other sensual love notes.

Years later I went back 
After my divorce just
To satisfy my curiosity 
That was about 
To make me choke.

Back in the corner of the cove
In our old Grey’s Anatomy Book
Was where I saw my latest love note,

You left your name 
Your email address
And you’re handsome 
Picture for an 
Old bloke.

My heart leaped for joy
When I saw your note.

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This Your Birthday

Ok! so you are not exactly
A spring chicken and you
Don't hear so good anymore
But, it is still your Birthday Day
You are not on a social decline
You are merely probably just
Rembering a little more
Than usual and if you haven't
Lost your mind or memory by now
Then you are one more day secure'
And the Lord is giving you credit
For just one more day
And think, that is remarkable
In itself!


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Familiar Faces

I wake in the mornings
Just what do i see,
Many children sleeping
They are all around me.

There are some in the girl's room
They are in the boy's room too,
On the floor of the living room
You'll even find a few.

Each meal is in shifts
The children are the same,
Their always at the house
You know them by name.

Parent often driving frantic
Looking for their children in places,
They need to relax and think
Start at the house of familia faces.

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There Once Was a Man

There once was a man called O'leary Through lack of sleep his eyes were all bleary He tried counting sheep So he could get some sleep But now O'leary is not only bleary but weary
22/06/2012 Thanks Terry

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Smileys on colorful balloons
give you a good laugh as summer days
spent on sand dunes!
Debbie, you celebrate 
your birthday today: never dislike or hate  
yourself for another wrinkle,
instead listen to those sentimental tunes...
someone will winkle!

Smileys on colorful balloons will float around
you as planets spin around the golden sun;
don't reveal your real age to us as you step down...
to give your beautiful crown to a younger one!

A big hug and a unique present
are especially for you, Debbie; 
my hug is warmer than sunshine,
and red fermenting wine!
I couldn't refrain from shouting out,"
" Happy Birthday, Debbie! "
After the bash party has ended, 
lay down as your favorite star twinkles...
make that wish by saying it aloud,
" Magical cream, erase all my wrinkles! "

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The Qualities That a True Friend Must Have

What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.

A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.

A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.

Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams,  a true friend can always read.

A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you’ve done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don’t
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.

Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.

A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.

Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.

The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.

The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –

Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.

Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don’t.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.

Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah’s Friendship be shared with you too.


Miriam / Mariam Mababaya

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Casey's Her Name

Her nose is so big
She can't even eat a fig
Her teeth are so buck
Bugs Bunny is even jealous
Her ass is so wide
They put a patent on it for Big Mack Trucks
She acts the part
Then spits out a fart
She'll act your friend
Then her bipolar kicks in
She hates her life
Cause she'll never be a wife
Don't let her in 
Cause she'll ruin your life
Casey's her name 
Drama is her game

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Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.

We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.

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Oh, when will be Spring in Alexandria

Oh, when will be Spring in Alexandria, 
The Chrysanths crave for company
The sea breeze brings a melody,
The day that will be spring in Alexandria. 
The flowers are going to bloom, 
Proud like the star-dressed Daffodil 
Dancing on the windy top of the hill, 
The day the flowers will bloom. 
Their scent will be carried away,
with the Cherry-pie giggling jingle 
covering all paths with a lilac glow,
the day the scent will be carried away. 
The bumblebee will stop her dance, 
On the Everlasting tiny yellow petal 
Dreaming memoirs of the coming Fall, 
The day the bumblebee will not dance. 
There is a secret Garden in Alexandria, 
Not in the deep sea, or in the library
And no other town can be as flowery 
As the secret garden of Alexandria.

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We, the Students

                                                   We, the Students

The classroom may seem to you,
As a place very serious,
But there are monkeys,
The ones most mischievous.

We, the students, are there in disguise,
We may appear very serene and wise,
But to this coin, there is another side,
Which all neglect; try to avoid.

Angels in white dress,
Above the head a golden ring,
From inside, with horns and tails,
We're a devil- like thing.

Heads are stable, faces with smile,
Legs are busy kicking all the while.
Behind the book, the head one hides,
And is busy talking with the one besides.

The teacher turns to the board to write,
The students start their chalk fight,
When, about the scientific progress is told,
Various paper planes, in our hand, we hold.

When is taught the history of mankind,
The delicious food is dreamed of by our mind,
Busy is the pencil and the pen,
Renovating faces of great men.

When, the knowledge, the teacher feed,
Jokes, beneath our desk, we read,
Very skillfully all this is done,
Nothing is noticed by anyone!

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Miss Otis Regrets she's unable to lunch today

    “Miss Otis Regrets she’s unable To Lunch Today”

He tried to dance a tango; but she preferred a waltz;
He served a new fandango; but she cures her meats in salts.

When the lady got her stockings; in some kind of bunch;
The fellow took them off for her; and served them up for lunch.

So he rolled it in a wrapper; something made of corn;
It was very neat and dapper; thus a Southwest dish was born.

Did the fellow get too quip; and the lady took an issue;
And the man was troubled at the toilet; because there was no tissue.

When her nose got out of joint; conversations were a mess;
So he suggested that they stop; and give that crap a rest.

He said I’ll see you latter; she asked him to hang on;
She reminded him of Dark Vader; when just like that was gone.

Perhaps he lacks respect; maybe she’s too pent;
Maybe he’s to brazen; perhaps she likes to vent.

It was such a load of do-do and it smelled like methane gas;
I guess that’s how it goes my friends; when youngsters have such sass.

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Will you ever be a poet

Did you ever have a lover
with long red hair?
For long red hair
seems too unfair.

Did you ever have a lover
and then another lover?
For there's added gain
if you feel no pain.

Did you ever have a lover
who loved your eyes
and never ever lied,
and let you cry?
Whatever was the trouble.

You'll never have a lover.
if you have no time for others
for love needs care,
say,what is here.

Here and there are many lovely people
who live with their lives with scruples;
if you're scruple free,
then let it be.

Oh,let it be is fine,
Except for the divine.
I want to be involved
For I can't please all the folk,
Who touch me with their talk.
My heart has melted down...
and now I've grown a world
completely on my own.

Were you ever quite alone
Like a toad under a stone?
Did you ever hear a groan
as you wrote your poem?

For you'll never write a poem
that makes me laugh..
Because my feet are in the shower
but my body's in the bath.
My head is on the shelf...
and I've lost all of my teeth...
Yet you will love me
What allure!
so clear..

Evermore and evermore
You'll be standing on the shore
Watching the horizon,
wondering what she lies on.

Oh,you'll never be a poet,
Unless you learn your notes..
They take you to the limit.....
Love.whatever is it?

Evermore ,evermore...
The words seem like a roar...
I love your heart's deep core.
Ever more and ever more.

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Shout it from the fooftops,
Yet keep it close inside,
A smile that lately never stops,
A smile a thousand faces wide.

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The Thought Counts

I wanted to give you twenty
My mom said, "Too much."
I wanted to give you twenty
Mom said, "Ten is enough."

I wanted to give you twenty
You were finally twelve
I wanted to give you twenty
In my mom's purse I could no longer delve

I wanted to give you twenty
Only got ten bucks
I wanted to give you twenty
darn. awe. shucks

Inspired by a card given to my son for his birthday

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Davids Funeral Instructions

The world is a quieter place today Not peaceful, just quieter they say David, my stitches does not believe He thinks I have something hidden up my sleeve But to be honest I won’t really say. He says I am loud For this I am proud He has given instructions for his death... I will carry them out Just give me the shout Remember I cant’ talk, I am not deaf. So I will move on Things must be done A party I must now prepare Here’s your invite, try as I might, You David Williams, you have to be there. There will be no black, you have asked that Nor cut flowers will I ever send A cardboard box I will send for you my dear friend.. I just found in lying in the lane. I emptied it out, wiped it on out, so I think I can use it again. David just jump on in We’ll put you in the bin The party starts as soon as the truck leaves… Never mind about the will We will all love you still And can spread stories far and wide but not grieve… Believe it or not, This is all that I’ve got, My chin hurts and is splitting at the sides… So I’ll finish up Before I run out of luck And the damn stitches decide to divide. When this peace ends I will find my true friends, We will party on down to the end… We will celebrate life, not death as you asked. We’ll get together have a blast, the party will rock on as the truck away rolls, We will do justice to you trying not to be blue, we promise to be happy souls
Don’t go just yet xx © ~GG~

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....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.

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Oh What Fun

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Entry For
Nikko Palmario's
Life Without  U & Me
G.L. All




Hate Cleaning Up 
After Someone Else's Spills  LOL  

GL ALL IN Contest

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Think About It

A little nonsense
Can be fun,
As long as it 
Doesn't hurt anyone.

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Accepted Orange Peanut

I will be the orange peanut of your heart! 
The shell of all limits shall break apart!
In unity of marriage we shall work together!
Peanut and human, together forevaaah!

-Dedicated to my best friend, Rebecca Larkin, 
Always, your very nutty friend, 

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' Knock - Knock Jokes ... ( Quirky, Yes )

Aahhhh, The Quirky/Idiosyncrasies of MoonBee

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Icky …
Icky Who ?
… Never Mind, I’ll Come Back Later …

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Juan …
Juan Who ?
I Don’t Know, What Do You Have In Mind ?

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Hula …
Hula Who ?
Yes, When I Was Young …

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
   Toodle …
Toodle Who ?
  … Ok

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
   Bye-Bye …
Bye-Bye Who ?
Look Lucy, We Found Ricky !

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
      Nu …
Nu Who ?
Well, If You Know Who, Why You Ask ?

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Woo …
Woo Who ?
… Ok, Who’s In Trouble ?

(The Obvious-Obvious, One)

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Who …
Who Who ?
Late Night, Huh ?

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Yu …
Not Me !
Yeah … Yu !

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Yu ! …
You Who ?!
… Hi …

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Yu !
Naaaaa, Naaaaa Interested !

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Boo …
Boo Who ?
Wait, I’m Not A Bill Collector !

                               Knock, Knock …
                      Who… who oo ‘s  There ?
                                  Sue …
                           Su suu sue, Who ?
            (but then Door Opens, With A Crash
               Double-Barrel, Points Out, Blasts
     The Knocker Runs Fast, as Voice Shouts Out Rash
“ … Sue That ! and Don’t Come Back Talking ‘bout Whiplash”
          And The Man Sits Back Down, To Finish His Glass

                                 - - - - - - - - - - - -

              Oh, Darn, I’m Out Of Egg-Nog and Jack D
               Now, How Can I Make My Moonlight-Tea
             Well, It’s Back To The Market, For MoonBee
                                       He He He ! …

                            Have A Great Day, Y’all …


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Alien Encounter

The likelihood of seeing,
a non terrestrial, intelligent, thinking being,
greeting you with a friendly wave,
and announcing that his name is Dave,
and asking you to take him to your leader.
Is about as possible as hearing,
that the day is actually nearing,
when equality and fairness,
replace the general, couldn't care less
attitude, which today is prevalent,
and which is really quite malevolent.
What do you think dear reader?

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Moulting - for you

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light

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The Saint Is In The House

Their was a clammer
   On the chimney
Movement about, 
I couldn't believe it
Some-one just knocked
         Santa out
Old Saint Nick was out
       Like a light
So, as to say
Merry Christmas to all
And to all good night
The burglars' were hood's
Santa hung out carrying a bag
      Poor Saint Nick
They took everything He had
      No tinny tinney reindeer
        No toy's for the kid's
And they took his wallet
       They also took his
 What you ma call it
   O'h, yes they did
They also took one
Of his tinny reindeer
  Rudolph did hide
He hide some where inside
He didn't have his money
But he still had his pride'
He did know that it was 
So, he did had to slide
Their were so many children
Those poor little soul's
They could not be denied
If not for the sake of anything'
He will just have to see you outside
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Awsome Fourth of July
Because that is what it will be
The next time that those
            Hoods' come by
And all the little children
They shouldn't have to cry
The next time I see them
They will get pepper in their eye
I am sorry I lost those toy's
They were all that we had
What else can go wrong
And it is kind of sad
But that is what happens
When Santa goe's bad
Santa was had and mad



The following weekend their was a add in the paper for one tinney Reindeer.....

Another add said: Reinder for ransome; Santa need not answer.....

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I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food, 
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room 
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz

Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free

If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable

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TheFortune Cookie

I finished my Chinese meal all at once
 and stared at the cookies like some sort of dunce.
When I read my fortune I did not understand
 from the small piece of paper, I held in my hand.
It said that my next days wouldn't be "fun",
 and that my plight was to live like Attila the Hun;
I wasn't real comfortable about eating alone
 but, I paid off the bill and went straight to the phone.
I placed my phone call from the diner's phone booth
 in search for my date for lunch, my friend Ruth.
I asked for my tea when I stood to get up
 but, I was so worried I couldn't finish my cup!
I ran out the door and I searched through the lot,
 but, Ruth and her car, at the diner...were not!
It then started raining, and I got a good douse,
 then it quickly dawned on me to check out her house.

I arrived in an hour at her tiny white lodge,
 and saw that her car wasn't in her garage!
I spied in each window, but all I could see
 was an empty abode, 'cept her cat...Mr. "T".
I then got quite worried with a pang of fright,
 but, I went home anyway and called it a night.
The next day was worse, I was at my wits end!
 I just couldn't believe I had lost my good friend!
Ruth was the type to confirm a lunch date,
 she would not have left me hanging like this, at any rate.
I searched the grocery store, and mall like some jerk;
 'til I thought I had better go and check out her work.
I still was puzzled about my being a barbarian
 as I strolled to where Ruth worked as a librarian.
Well, they hadn't seen her...she had three days off,
 something about her having a bad cough.
So, day two was futile...I had all but given up;
 I chased her with whiskey...cup after cup.
Day three went much better, it put Ruth within reach
 I remembered when ill, Ruth would visit the beach.
I drove for three hours and arrived at the sand;
 to find Ruth still coughing, but so nicely tanned.
With my hands in my pockets, I felt great and so free;
 I'd finally found Ruth...and still had her fortune cookie!
I remembered I'd taken one on the day of our date,
 so I gave it to wasn't too late.
I knelt down beside her, and felt the warmth of the sun;
 and recalled my strange fortune about Attila the Hun;
out of my pocket, I held the slip in my hand;
 I re-read it again...and I began to understand;
well, I couldn't stop laughing whilst down on one knee,
 for I had gone three whole quite, "Ruthlessly"!

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During Summer, exactly at eight o'clock
Fred's chiming ice cream  truck 
came down my busy block...
it was time to do the Playboy's Rock!

I began the chorus of a very funny song with perfect rhyme,
" The shortest ones in front of the yellow line,
then the tallest ones behind those with cheeks of color wine; 
each one of you must name a favorite ice cream that costs a dime! "

" Ah, Ah " was their reply to my request,
 I replied with a bitter, disappointed voice,
" That's how you react being a guest?
Once you refuse to name it, no second chance! "

" To get your free ice cream, kiss me as the Beauty kissed the Beast! "
and say, " Thank you! Aren't you a boy so charming and sweet? "
Come on pretty girls, sing the Playboy's Rock...the same way Elvis
sang, " Jailhouse Rock! " swinging frantically his skinny feet!

9/ 9/ 2012

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What Did The Three Legged Dog Say To The Two Legged Cat

What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?

What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as 
if they were from a war zone.

All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call 
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.

Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws.  It’s a pleasure to meet you. 
Same here 2Blue.

Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be.  Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I, 
to say whose whole?  Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.

Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of 

So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my 
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.

What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story?  Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it 
short. I was in the dark in 2007,  sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The 
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.

While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites

I agree, we all learned our lessons in life.  Something’s are good, and some aren’t so 

3 Paw, see you around.  2 Blue, I’ll be in town.

Dr. “G”

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I got haters

i realky hate my life and all the fake people in it                                                                                                 People are hella fake just a bunch of haters trying to see the drama they can create thats exactly why i wana get out of this state because im surrounded a bunch fakes who hate                                                       
People always got to talk down just like cowards they do it when im not around.No matter what I do someone always has something to say and me and my buisness people talk about every single day thats what makes me wanna just get away Cowards and fakes are what they are I shine like a star why there over there hating and wont make it far.

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Geeky Boys and Busty Girls

In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids

After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one

They called their club the meeting 
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast 
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different 
Is not so bad and can be fun

They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different 
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same

The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found

Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged 
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
Were proud for each that day

The moral of this story 
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important 
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like 
The kids 
From Cleveland high that day

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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

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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.

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Six wonderful people very bright and young 
shared a cramped apartment...
is that because they couldn't afford the rent,
or they loved to have fun?

What a hilarious circus, if they had teamed up!
They got angry, but still apologized and made up;
they seemed to have many problems,
some more complex than the others.

Rachael was very pretty and cool,
Phoebe was so naive and not too witty,
Lisa was refined and very beautiful,
Joey was a womanizer extremely funny,
Chandler was the sarcastic guy who loved sensual Monica,
and Ross was the nice dude who was embarrassed by Erotica.   

These talented actors have entertained us
for long years fascinating us with their charms;
they were a close family rather than good friends who struggled...
they must have felt deep sadness when the final episode was aired.   

Written by Andrew crisci
for Michael Falotico's contest,
" Ryhme Me An Old TV Show "
Chosen show: Friends

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Ghostwriter madly in love

Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand 
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all

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Fox Paulistinha

He grabbed and tore my jeans as I came in
Then raced over, pretty much, everything
Then showed me his teeth as I sat down
And growled hard, I wouldn’t even frown.
So he placed his toys on my feet
Brought his bowl and pretended to eat
Then jumped to my side
Placed his head on my thigh
Closing his eyes with a sigh
After a long attempt to bite his tail,
And since everything else had failed.

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Me, Myself and I

I had a conversation today
And I really can’t tell you why
It was just between the three of us
Just Me, Myself and I

I asked the question to Me and Myself
About what I can not say
The answer that Me and Myself gave
I was wandering about all day

I and Me once said to Myself
“How ridiculous you do sound”
I talks to Me and Me to Myself
We’re the craziest people around!

During this conversation today
One thing I did find out why
How the three of us could have such a good chat
With just Me, Myself and I.

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" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make the perfect batter for Ricky's birthday cake? "

" If no one volunteers, turn off your iPods and put them away
and come to the kitchen to give a hand...isn't it somebody's birthday? 
It would be nice to see one use the mixer, the other greasing the pan...
how many of your friends have you invited? I hope not more than ten! "

And giggling they exchange words, thinking I don't hear their whispering; 
I was a teen once and know how they think, but today they won't be laughing!
Hurry, bake the yellow cake...we have only two hours left, they'll be coming soon!
" Mary set the table, everything must look fantastic! No, don't lick the spoon!  

The door suddenly opens...twenty five teens come into view and say, " Surprise! "
Hundred of small balloons are released from their hands...their thrill rises.
" Good Heavens! Who are these kids with faces painted like circus clowns? "
Have you asked them to attend this party? Where are the real guests? "

Silence filled the aroma-filled kitchen as they looked downward with embarrassment,
" Are they here to crush your birthday party, Ricky...if they are they will get
a taste of my dough roller right now! " No, mom...they want to throw my birthday cake into my face! " " Have they told you so? Wait here, Ricky...I'll think of a trick."

" Hi, cuties...are you ready to have a cake fight? " Yeah, " was their answer.
" Let's do you want to hear a big mommy's laughter when your eyes will burn? " 
The smallest one in the group yelled, " The birthday cake had better taste good
or your red face will turn yellow! " " Little rascal, you'll churn like butter! "

In a second the whole house became a battleground... they hurled cupcakes,
cookies and candies, but they had forgotten about the cake in the oven.
Smoke came out of their ears and noses... mom laughed when they ran
outside as if they had seen a real ghost, " Run for your lives before my dog attacks! "  

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A Cheerful Note (For Once!)

Who needs to take a girl to Paris
And jump at her command,
When you have a friend of fourteen years
To accompany you to Disneyland?

No metaphors today my friends,
Just simple, happy rhyme,
Three weeks today until I leave,
And I can't help grinning all the time!

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Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe

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Brand New Day

Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don''s the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.

Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged

Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret

Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life

One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile

A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.

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I'm A Chump

<                                        emphasis of labor day

                                        symbolic's end of summer

                                        picnics and parades display

                                     American workers get chummier

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How blessed I am that you are in my life
Not a day goes by when I do not think of you
You make everything alright
To you I do not have to prove myself
For you know me
I love you

How blessed I am that you are in my life
How honoured I am to be a part of yours
Memories made and shared
With you the one I love
My friend, my lover, my queen
'Til the end

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Quickie You

You are quick
And so spunky  
You are witty 
You are a goof-off (everyday) 
You are silly and crazy  
You are whiny and wary 
You are childlike and canny  
You are a show-off (in a good way) 
You are pretty 
And quite tidy  
You are slick!  

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Dream Cake

Good night dream cake…a taste of you is all I crave
Stave off this want and find your way to my lips
Sweet dream cake

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Friend, I know, I’ve let this place go
but there’s still room for you,
Erase that frown and please sit down,
My visitors are few.

I’ve many chums, each feeling glum,
Many notes I’ve been sending,
Sadness can chill like an old gas bill
So its warmth I’m lending.

The hospital is awfully full
with preemies needing hats
Then I began to knit afghans,
The hospice values that.

Most Friday morns, despite big corns,
with rescued dogs I run,
Afternoons I still sing off tune
at nursing homes... for fun.

Yes, laundry piles, the floor is vile,
The dust is far too thick,
But tea is hot in my best pot
And I can move things quick.

You see, my dear, it’s not in here
That I keep my heart,
And I confess my home’s a mess
BECAUSE I do my part.

About this poem

This is friendly, tongue in cheek rebuttal to Debbie Guzzi's funny poem, 'Hard Hearted Hannah and the Clutter Bug." I just couldn't resist and Debbie gave me a thumbs up to give it a go... Check out her poem, too! 

*Debbie, There ya go, sister-friend! Hope you enjoyed it. ;-) Thanks for the inspiration! Your witty write I can ALSO relate to as I've been in homes that have made me long for a five minutes with a sponge and a bottle of mr. clean!

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A Sand Box Experiment

Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,

Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !

The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,

Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !

Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !

Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,

The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/

Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,

Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,

Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !

Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/

She didn't even know where to begin/

For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !

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...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

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Escape the Baldness

This is so random....O_O
But gimmee a break--its two in the morning. 

Upon dark cloaks billowing in the wind, 
We come across Death in all matters of sin,
 Kidnapped in a magic white truck,
 Driven into the night,
 Can’t escape the baldness and the fright!
Drag our hearts to the land we long to see,
Make the best for you…and mostly me,
 Chords that lick the life outah me
I'd only wish that we were free and full, 
Far away from the shiny bald skull....
Life’s exiting shrill in the silent lull…
Of tomorrow

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You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.


              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*

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Being left handed, bowling was hard
My first time playing
Should've practiced in the yard
Drew my arm back and let the ball go
I was turned the wrong way, Oh boy, Oh no
Nobody was hit, thankfully
That one night of bowling did it for me

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The Monster

A young boy was told a good night,
a good night to sleep right and tight.
But crawling in the sheets of his bed,
in the corner he found three eyes
glowing red.
A malicious monster crawled into light,
a frantic and most disgusting of sights!
It had hairy long legs and sharp claws,
and guarded itself as though ready
to brawl.
It was giant and vicious with fangs.
It hopped with springy legs that sprang.
The startled young boy gave a loud shout
when the foam started bubbling from
its big ugly mouth.
The monster shrieked a high pitched noise,
for it was startled by the shout of the boy.
And back and forth, they did scream
an orchestrated cacophony, streaming
of screams.
And then the boy saw that it was scared
as it curled in a corner, shaking in despair.
He became curious and called out to it,
"What is you and where do you come from
and how be it?"
The monster perked up its frightened head
looking over the boy sitting on the edge of his bed.
And it said, "I am George and I live in the night
I am sad because everyone screams in fright
at my sight."
The young boy's head dropped in guilt
and looked at the grief that he had built.
George now didn't look so scary,
it was just a big creature who was maybe
a little hairy.
The boy said, "Would you like to play with me?"
George had a smile that beamed with glee.
Together they laid in the blankets and sheets
shaking up stories of ghouls, ghosts, goblins
and beasts.
They laughed through the hours of the night,
and the boy hugged George closely and tight.

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Joanna Davis

Bulging bags, a half eaten bun
Scribbled postcards penned on the run
Victoria station, just two stops away
From the end of another short holiday
Summers over, time to return 
To cooking and cleaning, the list goes on and on
Souvenirs a plenty; a mug of the queen
Galleries and gardens, no sight left unseen
Last hugs and kisses, watering eyes
No time for tears, or long goodbyes
Days we’ll long remember, You and I
Funny how quickly, the time’s flown by
I’ll write you; I promise, a letter each day
Until it’s your turn to come over, and stay

Details | I do not know? | |

The hamster, the mouse and a little boy named Bubba

Once upon a time there was a little boy,
who had a bedroom filled with lots of toys.
But, of all he had he loved one thing better,
his little hamster he named Digger.
Now, Digger loved his little hamster home.
He has his own toys, but he was still alone.
Bubba would take Digger out each and every day.
Until his best friend Lucas would come over to play.
Digger wished he has a best friend of his own.
He had plenty of room in his little hamster home.
Then one night by the light of the moon.
There came a little stranger into Bubba's room.
Digger looked him up and down and lifted his nose to smell.
"You look like me," he said, "but your grey and have a long tail."
"My name is Charlie," he replied "and I'm a mouse."
"My family has made a home underneath your house."
Charlie jumped on Diggers cage and looked down the tunnel hole.
"Grab my tail, I'll pull you up and sight seeing we will go."
Charlie came for Digger when it was dark at night.
Then, bring him back before the morning light.
They played their game for many nights until they heard
Momma yell.
"There is a mouse in the house and it has a long grey tail!"
Charlie came to say goodbye, "We are moving down the rode."
"Papa say's when Momma's yell it is time to go."
Sadly, Digger watched Bubba and Lucas for many days.
He missed Charlie and the games they played.
Bubba noticed Digger was sad and knew just what to do.
"I have a surprise," Bubba said "Just for you."
When Bubba opened up the cage and stuck in his tiny hand.
Out crawled a little brown hamster who said, 
"I'm George will you be my best friend?"

Details | Rhyme | |

Run the Extra Mile

It was an awesome therapy session today
I got a kick outtah your clever puns – you always make me smile
You made my day, good sir – you definitely made my day
I gottah run and finish some tasks– you always motivate me to run the extra mile 

You are so sincere and sympathetic…
You are reliable and I am kindah pathetic… 
Our conversations are absolutely therapeutic 
You are compassionate and openhearted…
On the other hand, I am irresponsible and complicated  

It was a somewhat stressful day, but at least I finished my test 
I must admit – you made me laugh and made me feel a lot better than before
You brighten up my day, man! – You always encourage me to try my best
I gottah type up a poem or two – you always listen to me…you give me options and more

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Troll Inspired Community

I have to ask the question of old, how did the trolls move west?
How did they sneak across the ocean, and to the old Midwest?
How did the Trolls come our way, then into our basement to sleep?
Covered wagons, or out of the dark how did they slowly creep?

Perhaps it was the cavemen who led them here on a frozen ocean bridge?
Or were they disguised as Vikings instead, enjoying a little pillage?
I believe they came to see how the Midwest Whale Herding is being done.
They can’t resist a bronco binge of riding with our whale herdsmen.

But then, I might ask what inspired those dragons, to also come along?
Maybe the trolls rode them over, while singing their merry songs.
It seems the dragons have found the caves nearby, and decided to stay.
Thank goodness the trolls didn’t invite them into my basement, that day.

But those caves had all sort of critters, which now all seem rather put out.
The other day, they came down the hill to my garden, in a really big huff.
It looks like they all have plans, for to my garden they came right away.
And it does get kind of smoky… where a dragon decides to lay.

I say, why not let them stay? For if my hubby can have trolls in the basement… 
Why not have all these friends? It’ll be OK and such, for we can all be decent…
Gnomes protecting my garden, and dwarfs mining the hillside, and other stuff…
Bears are in our stream and garage that now has bats in the belfry, a fancy touch?

Ye old whales are a tourist attraction in our lake, as is swimming with the dolphins. 
The Bait N Tackle shop’s selling food for the whales, dragons, and all, so much fun!
Dragons make an occasional fly by, for the tourists doing somersaults, such hams…
Life’s become so fun and exciting… certainly this can’t be too much to have…

Trolls were useful to get the gargoyles into public office to lead the way.
Gargoyles make great policemen and one became The Mayor just the other day.
Our community is fastly growing, as I spied an elf within the woods, it’s true.
We’ll be more popular than Six Flags… when the Elvin campground opens soon.

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Short Poem Long Grass

This morning I sat down for a while to write
some words based on what I was thinking,
when life's reality came to bite,
as my coffee, I was drinking.

'How long are you gonna sit on your fat ass? '
My darling wife enquired.
'Get out and cut the flaming grass!
Your input is required! '

Details | Ode | |

Ode To Brenda

Brenda is pretty, Brenda is sweet
She’s not very big, in fact she’s petite.

Brenda’s creative, now that’s a surprise
She has a good wit and has opened my eyes.

She’s cruel to a point,, my blunder she extols,
The trouble I have with some toilet rolls.

They roll from my waistband and not from the holder
Tyrone only noticed when he looked over my shoulder.

The last time I saw her she was just a scrubber
Now what example is that, and her a grandmother.

her husband walked into the room, her bottom he could see
Sticking up in the air, but where was she?

He rushed to the oven, the door open wide 
And there was Brenda kneeling inside.

Brenda my love he cried ... I’m sorry whatever
Take your head out the oven and I’ll make it better.

What are talking about she cried and removed her head,
The scrubbing brush in hand she looked at him and said.

This is the cupboard I’m giving a scrub
The ovens electric and it would do no good.

Thanks goodness for that he said in relief,
The meters being read and I don’t want the grief.

The cupboard is clean for when the grandson arrives
We need somewhere to put him, so we can survive.  
GG 2012

Details | Lyric | |

if only

let me set your mind right
let me take you out tonight
girl let me show you a good time

"if only"

if only you let me
show you how I can be
I could be that guy you need
I could be the one to set you free...

"if only"
if only

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Like a Boss

LOL (Laugh out loud) xD
I love your effort
Kangaroo hops 
Easy and hard hits 

A little better than before

BAM (Be a man) o.o
Owning the Hockey Game
sssssslither like a snake
Sam! You're like a boss - Ooh! Like a boss
(hey man...sorry for my loss)

Details | Haiku | |


Forget our never
Know the truth of our present
Hold to our future

Details | Sestina | |


Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest; 
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry! 

On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!

Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking  
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling! 
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!

Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty 
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me 
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!  
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | ABC | |

Sugarland Express(The Honeywagon's Replacement)

It all happened so fast
No one had time to react
What to do now that the Honeywagon is gone
Do we really want this day to dawn
Reality hits, how could Charlie be so heartless
He tells the females, welcome to the Sugarland express
Miss Bette never did not experience the previous ride
Now she wonders with her grief who can she confide
Please don't approach me, I don't want to give Charlie any distress
I do want to lose my turn to cruise to the gate in the Sugarcenter Express
Now that there is a new Alpha Female
I call her Gabby, but her real name is Gabrielle
The guys still are enforced with the same regulations
Sit in back and feel that unimportant sensation
I heard a guy tried to ride in the front seat
He was told move to the back and feel the defeat
A guy riding up front, what thoughtlessness
This is not a Beefcake Cruise, it is the Sugarland Express
A female had some gifts, today was her birthday, guys see it as junk
Too many gifts, two guys were forced to ride in the trunk
I have signed up, do I have what it takes to be a guest
Just once, please I beg, for my turn to ride in the Sugarland Express
At this point it don't matter, something is certainly laggin'
I miss the DVD player and all the other amenities in the Honeywagon
I just had to get that off my chest
Please sign up, I have still another three months before my turn to ride in the 
Sugarland Express
But soon I heard Charlie will offer Nintendo Wii to play on the way to the gate
So if you want that ride, don't be late
Ah, a new female all she has to do is ask for a seat
I feel this saga will never be complete

Details | Couplet | |

Two Women at a Window, ca.1670

It's another mild day and the sky glows white
The air is still and cool as the midday light

Admirers giggle, perhaps at a young caller
One hunches over, the other stands taller

They don't look wealthy, yet they don't look poor
Perhaps trusted servants, but what can't they ignore?

They've taken jolly notice, as if on a whim
Of a miming youth who should be pruning a limb

Posted at the window the younger one peers
At this croaking lad, flattered by what she hears

Hunching near the potato patch across the way
He waves in a fluster with a few word words to say

He's glances side to side, behind the wall, stepping back
Emerging again from a passageway's crack

Between the tool shed and the gardener's house
He sneaks with the startle and twitch of a mouse

She remains calm, though tickled by his manner
For he might as well wear a bright purple banner

The older woman chuckles in faint squeaks
Hidden by the shutter around which she peeks

The younger one looks quite near seventeen
With floating white sleeves rolled up yet clean

Her girlish neckline, cut wide and low,
Displays to her suitor how well she can sew

Her hair is tucked with a bow on one side
Her grin is reserved with her eyes opened wide

Could her silly boy still have his pruners in hand? 
Is he skilled with the saw and tilling the land?

Two women at a window, quite content
Is this how many of their moments this day are spent?

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Universal Greetings

Saying ‘hello’ around the world
is more than a vocal projection
It’s a movement of lips, swaying of hips,
and at times complete physical expression

Saying ‘hello’ in Asia,
calls for your best leaf of tea
While Europeans make do
with much less conventionally!

For Africans and Caribbean’s alike,
the cordiality of our 'say'...
could make ‘hello’ in the morning,
last until well past midday!

Details | I do not know? | |

Anna Lou Bagolbol

           Anna Lou Bagolbol

Often times she suffers the consequences,
Not to be with us in times of sadness,
Her sole problems are kept in the darkness,
She never tells us even if it is quite obvious.

She is quite impressive,
She's so creative, sometimes naive;
Always smiles to everybody,
Never frowns even if her problems are so heavy.

Optimistic always in life,
Dreams a lot about her paradise,
Her dream family, What she's like,
To be a mother and a loving wife.

She doesn't get mad,
Instead other impressions of them makes them so bad,
She doesn't really like to fight,
But she can be a fighter with her mighty armor just like a knight.

She may be tackles sometimes,
But she's nice like her existence,
She might be so cuddly,
Beautiful, lovely, so pretty.

She hops while she's walking,
That's a part of her poise and attitude,
She dances when she's standing,
And speaks with her mouth wide open.

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I need tah tell yer lotsah shtuff But ferst—I need tah learn how tah spell Sorry all yer grammer buffs Fer puttin’ you threw hell! :D

Details | I do not know? | |






Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Wolf and The Fox ... '

A Wolf and A Fox 
Roamed A Southern Wood
Most Folks, Who Caught A Glimpse
Said, ‘They’s Up To No Good ! ‘ …

But, Few Brave Enough To Follow
Their Trail, Into The Night
Past The Thickets and The Holler’
And Thru The Swamp, Saw A Sight …

The Wolf and The Fox
Swam A River, By Moonshine
Jumped Across A Dam
To Escape A Tracker’s Line …

And There On The Wildlife Side
Wolf, Was Kicking His Heels, To Fox’s Trot !
Dancing ‘Round in Circles, With Glee
‘Bout Huntin’, and What They Got …

There Was Smoked Ham In A Hole
Crawdads, Catfish-Creole and Plump Lil’ Critters
They Were Herding Buffalo-Wings and Other Fowl-Things
And Frog-Legs, and Hot-Water, Corn-Pong-Fritters …

( now, Fox, had tried a Vegetarian-Dinner
but … It Just Wasn’t In ‘er ! )
and Wolf  Howled, Com’ On ! As The Moonshine Shone
on Fresh, Collard-Greens, Not Too Bitter

So, Rancher and Farmer, Don’t Be Alarmed
If You See The Wolf and A Fox
Just Leave ‘em Alone … They Mean You No Harm …
(Unless You Got An Ox – 
‘cause Oxtails is a Favorite of Fox !)

A Wolf and A Fox
Roamed A Southern Wood
Now, Those Who Run In Their Circles
Finally Understood …

Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Writers Tail liaT sretirW ehT

The Writers Tail liaT sretirW ehT
by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, November 28, 2012 at 12:22pm ·
The Writers Tail
the poor writer can not post a poem anywhere to be recognized himself as a poet unless he writes a longish Devels tail complete with hooks and forks and splitting hoofs and tines in tomes you realize these publishers drink large amounts of alcoholic beverages and seek people to turn down they love to see someone saying homeless poems the frown and then the delete button when will they come to some conclusion that the ether thinking is the faulty mind life is better lived poor and sober how can any one help others to be someone iff they are drunk feet upp on the ottoman ice clinking against the windows and the glasses always half full and half empty ready at any moment to delete all details of any poor peoples emails so you want to post in this magazine afraid knot click delete delete the extra page is missing the long appendage added on is gone they removed all of the appendix index we told you to send an attachment means a file a doc or a document eye tried to attach my soul to my heart but there just is no space is taken up one old woman no pets allowed someday every item that eye write will flash before my eye it will be broadcast on heavens wifi for all the angels there to read each dot and t is crossed there no time lost to read eye will post my items on the heavens wifi for all eternity you stupid people who cant publish me make photostatic copies of my work and glue them to the bottoms of your shoes and stomp them in the dirt you walk back and forth on your thrown rug down on the floor until you cannot see the words and then you toss them into doors threw cracks and howl with glee cause Johnny cannot read me YOU CARACKED MY READING GLASSES BROKE MY TEETH  AND MADE ME GASP FOR BREATH TO BREATHE now little Johnny cannot read. Three shoelaces to make two shoes how many feet does little Johhny use. This tale hath a tail like the INcan Comet of Destruction can you see it in the sky it will be there the day we die. HOT ROCKS FALLING FROM THE SKY the day before the world turned green and died. Here is the cannonical mathmatical equation now. Take the INfinite lights in the sky what they really seem to be and move them to the end of time try to see them falling down. Tumble to the sea my lasting problems will never get ahold of me to hurt me whan they tumble to the sea eye will be set free whan my lasting problems thay tumble to the sea

Details | Classicism | |

what is family

Blood doesn't always make you family to me its loyalty and respect if I need you right beside me is where you'll be To me blood is not a big deal,To me it matters whos real and whos around when im up or when i fallen to the ground thats how i feel for me always ready to chill and for me will kill the people who always been there before and are here still

Details | Free verse | |


my friend asked
"what does idk mean"
i said
"i don't know"
and she said
"D@#m!omg no one knows!"

Details | Blank verse | |

Lifesaver ~ Pack of 10, Different Colors!

Silly smiles drawn
in the sand
finger. prints.
from sea to sun
goofy friend
turns my frown
upside down
a ... dancing ...

Can you say Shakespeare?
Daffy me

Details | I do not know? | |

A Duel

"A Duel"
By Rachel Heffington

Long ago in a valley green,
Where a thriving hamlet once had been
Was a rubb-ly castle, hidden well
By maples tall, in a shady dell.
The penants, fluttery once, and gay,
Now hung in shreds- a faded gray;
The tower was crumbly, the dias leaked,
And in the dungeon the mouses squeaked.
Now, Squire Cliff and Baron Bim,
(Both plum full of peppery vim)
Engaged in a duel on the weedy lawn
As the edge of night gave way to dawn.
The Baron, (insulted) and the Squire (quite red
With anger) their stout hearts quivered with dread.
None wanted to fight, they dallied and stalled,
"3 Paces!" which words their courage dulled.
But neither would give it up as a joke-
"What we need s'for Bim (th'old Baron) to choke!"
The sun had climbed higher, now quite in the sky,
They drew swords and poised, "Hark! Where comes that cry?!?!"
Repeated! And from the dell came a maid,
With basket and blanket, their arms she stayed-
"Kind Squire! Good Baron! You mustn't fast!
Come, bury the hatchet, enjoy this repast!
Reluctant, but grateful, each laid down his arms,
Exploring instead, a beef-pasty's charms.
They kissed and made up o'er a cup o' darjeeling,
And surely there was quite a brotherly feeling.
And so the adage shall henceforth be,
"All's well that ends with a cup of tea!" 

Details | Verse | |

Breakfast Love

Breakfast begins with out a care
 Waffles and applesauce
 Thats what love is
 This mourning here with you
 I just reminisced 
Our first kiss
 And this mourning
 It's applesauce to you
 And just because
 I hit life's pause
 I now give sauce
 And it's because 
Of the things you do

Details | Rhyme | |

It's An Owl

Remember the nights we drove home in the dark
Kitchen fitting all day really wasn’t a lark
As we drove home we would see many a fowl
And you always shouted I think it’s an owl

A pigeon a crow a pheasant or a bat
Was always an owl and that was just that
It became a joke we used to stay awake
It also helped the boredom to break

Every journey home no matter how late
You always saw six thousand owls old mate
It was never discussed what type they were
It was just an owl even if it had fur

They were great days the two of us on the road
Working together and sharing the load
Having a laugh, the long drive a howl
Every half mile when you spotted an owl 

Details | Rhyme | |

Zipperella the Cross Dresser

Rubber lover, Zipperella, 
is not a brother or a fella. 
He has false tits and kitten heels, 
not a chest and ankles made of steel 

His spiky rubber bag is old, 
cleverly patched with a Marigold. 
It’s been so long since he wore cotton, 
and only zips, never a button 

Zippy is a Tube commuter, 
six foot tall in his Transmuters. 
Lots of people stop and stare, 
even more when he had pink hair. 

Being a girl was such hard work, 
every day another jerk! 
Better to dye it back to brown, 
play his fetish lifestyle down. 

A little less attention is better, 
when all he wants is bread n butter 
Down to his local corner shop, 
in skin tight leggings and a belly top. 

He could blend if he wore a sweater, 
or maybe brown corduroys would be better. 
That’s what a woman would ask, 
it had happened in ZIppy's past. 

He’d had a wife who he'd loved dearly, 
but she couldn't understand him...clearly. 
Take off that dress, put on some trousers! 
What about mother, think of the neighbors! 

It went on like that for years, 
lots of heartache, floods of tears. 
Even though she was his lover, 
he felt like they didn't know each other. 

Then on a bight and sunny morning, 
came the last, the ultimate warning, 
‘Zippy, I want you as a man; 
you’re turning me into a lesbian!’ 

He was forced to wisely choose, 
the rubber-wear would surly loose. 
He had made his vowels for life, 
how could he just leave his (darling) wife? 

The only decent thing to do, 
was to be loyal, to be true. 
But then depression set right in, 
when all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin! 

Time stood still for a couple of years, 
lots more heart ache, stress and fears. 
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life, 
more than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife. 

This could not go on forever, 
he needed a friend not a jealous lover. 
Maybe she didn't’t like his feminine side, 
but Zippy loved dear Zipperella with pride. 

So one sad day they said goodbye, 
with no questioning or reasoning why. 
It was how it was meant to be, 
she was free, and so was SHE! 

Alone again but not as much, 
much more honest, much more in trust. 
For Zipperella loves all things feminine, 
now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him. 

(Author Notes
fella: man 
Marigold: washing up gloves 
Tube: london underground 
Transmuters: a brand of boots with frankenstein style heels with big studs)

Details | Free verse | |


Mya, if you were a ladybug, I wouldn't step on you.
I'd scoop you from your flowery perch and make my home your roost.
You could bask in morning sunlight streaming from outside.
I would feed you watermelon and an apple slice. 
And you could keep me company when no one else is there.
Or be another set of ears to hear my little prayers.
Mya, if you were a ladybug, I wouldn't step on you.
I'd watch over you day and night in hopes that you would to.

Details | Acrostic | |


To all wo crave turkey...good appetite and good health!
Utilize your skills in creating charm in a bright dining room. 
Round up the best ideas for success, ask if you need help.
Kidding yourself is absurd, get all the help from friends.
Enamor yourself with dinnerware and silverware that match.
Yearn for an athmosphere so warm, cheerful and elegant.
Allow kindness when dealing with kids who spill apple cider.
Nobody should be privileged to say Grace but the host. 
Dance afterward with everyone in the decorated living room.
Papa can smoke his cigar, if it doesn't bother the guests.
Unity should be stronger on this day when all thank the Lord.
Major issues about noises, caused by children, should be ignored.
Pretend that Thanksgiving Day is the last one they'll ever see.
Keyboard should play Hymns of thanks, not songs they all like.
Inside the fireplace, the red log crackles reminiscing Thansgivings past.
Nag not when the dog chases the cat under the table...laugh!
Parents should be soft, not harsh...let Thansksgiving be a fun day!
Inside the fireplace the log crackles...reminishing of Thanksgivings past.
Endure the screams and the fights a little child is an angel.
Say the final prayer of gratitude as everyone bows their heads.

Details | Limerick | |

I Fell In Love

I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.

My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.

My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.

Details | Epigram | |

Nothing Will Stop Us (:

Best friends forever.
That's all I need!
F*** ecstasy and f*** weed.
I just need my friend
'til the very end.
When we're old and gray,
and it's our very last day,
I want to hold your hand,
and use my last breath to say,
"You are my

Details | Rhyme | |


We are all friends
Sitting around the fire,
Passing the weed
Tellin' stories we admire.

Nothing was wrong,
It all seemed right,
Laughing and smoking
Until the night turned bright.

We did not want to sleep,
We did not want to leave,
This moment will live on forever,
Getting high on New Year's Eve.

Details | Free verse | |

The world is mad

lying in wait, 
skulking along alleys 
hiding in shadows 
amongst bums and homeless
the moon is bright
shining silver on the 
rain soaked street 

waiting to see the world 
walk passed;
like a horse wearing blinders
they don't know 
what is around them 
they don't know 
what's behind them 

a shadowy man 
stepping out from the
dark corners of the alley
could come up 
and wrap both hands 
around a person's 
swanlike neck

as soft as a caress
of a lover, 
they wouldn't know 
the difference
they are blinded 
by what is only in front 
of them 

but at the same time 
they can't see what is 
passed the very 
tip of their noses
they seem to thrive in 
negativity; where as i 
love to wake up and 
smell the roses

lying in wait 
in the alley and 
shadows of the big city 
breathing softly 
no one notices 
i am inivisible here

i cannot be bothered
unless i make a scene 
which i plan to do 
with a friend and me 

we have music 
its a stereo that we
blast to full 
and we begin dancing 
like mad women 
again, this goes unnoticed 
by those that are blinded 

by others they walk about
wandering over 
we are human-
curious by nature...

we make fools of ourselves, 
grabbing the hands 
of random strangers,
screaming "Dance!" into 
random faces; 
some comply to our demands 
others runaway 
...apparently frightened that 
we really are mad 

who knows, 
we could very well be 
the world lives and thrives 
in madness 
full to the brim with
women born children and
grandchildren who 
wont admit their 

the world is mad....
accept, live, and breathe it. 
the world is mad.

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My Bumble Bee Friend

Sitting on the green grass
A cute little bumble bee
Approached my spot
Sat and began spying me

I kept his gaze
We were eye to eye
or is it eye to eyes?
Either way, this contest we did try

Not One movement
This starring game
Even though we know
It quite lame

No buzzing around
Not a single shake
But i sat in the grass
While he sat on a stake

But in this moment
That we did stare
A new feeling came
I began to care

This little bumble bee
Did catch my heart
But as i went to hold him
He left, he dart

As my heart dropped
The love i did lack
Came whizzing by
He did come back

Landing on a flower
I did dare to hold
This cute bumble bee
So fuzzy and bold

And when my hand reached
To catch the bumble be stud
He stayed in my hands
My new bumble bee bud

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Friends c:

Theeeeere's a Monkey on my face and on my eyes and on my nose
a' there's a Monkey on my chest and on my clothes !
a' there's a Monkey huggin' me
and there's a Monkey up a tree
and Monkeys are my bestest friends, thought you should knows

Details | I do not know? | |

Dedicated To My Friend

Never talk to strangers I did it one day I was just walking around When this dude said hey I didn't know who he was But I responded in kind Then he tagged along with me Not that I would really mind I took him to my friends Then we started to hang out Even when I wasn't there He seemed to hang about A goofy person he is Although a friend is what he can be No matter what happens He's a best friend to me

Details | I do not know? | |

Did You Know Love Was In An Accident

Did you know, Love was in an accident?

What! When? Where? Wow!  My, my. Tell me it’s a lie.
Can we pause for a moment of silence, focusing on love? Hold on there, love not gone. It’s real, but love wasn’t killed.

When did it happen? It was yesterday evening, I’m believing. It happen, when love was leaving. Everything seem peaceful, it was a lovely day, so they say.

Where was love? In a quite restaurant enjoying a delicious meal. And in came the unreal.  Love was taken by surprise; no one thought love would survive.

Wow!  All were speechless, love seem so powerless. As if someone had stolen all the joy. I am telling you what I know, but I suppose there is more.

I had warned love to be very careful. Always check out your company.  Don’t be in a hurry; look in all directions before proceeding, and definitely no speeding.

Poor love.  Made an illegal turn, and ran head on into trouble. Had a concussion and saw double. Forgot the basic rules of the game; avoid some situations, its okay to be ashame.

I believe love will learn to yield the right of way, on the next given day. It really didn’t have to be this way.

Innocent bystanders saw what happen to love. They said a few kind words while looking above. Someone dialed 1-800-Broken-Heart. It didn’t take long, the crew arrived and love was still alive.

Love is in therapy and recovering from love-gitis. They said it could have been worst; thank God there was no Funeral Hurst.

Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, especially in tender moments, warm occasions and special situations.

Thank you love, live long and always remember, sometimes things go wrong.
Have A Lovely Day…
Dr. “G”

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Canada Dry

Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
Hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover  yet slighty buzzed  madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass skirt
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.

But in in canada there was nothing  to greet us there but cold 
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.

Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada  it's really dam cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers 

And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.

No bar would go untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.

I was a religeous man and i needed to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist  Jim beam  And my old stand by spirt Gin 

It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but 
we still somehow  walked and functioned in disquise of 
semi normal human beings  but nothing was further from the truth

we were writters once ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry

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Tri Lingual

Wii Wii senor~
French speaking Spanish
Spanish speaking English
English speaking High-TEC


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I cannot wait in quicksand

Dear lover you don't know yourself,
yet I'm blinded with awe
and we come together,
but you let me tumble
to other rocks
that surface the shore.
Dear love you said so yourself,
but perhaps it was merely
Dear friend who tells tales to tare the tale he tells,
because my will tethers easily
and I sway so wholly,
that another already holds my pen
by the end of this poem.

I cannot wait in quicksand,
my legs wont wade merrily.

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I was a mean-spirited, remorseless boy
when it came to get revenge
with the boldest outrage...
Joey never suspected foul play from me!

We were the cruelest classmates,
bullying on the weak and skinny ones;
emptying out their pockets and confiscate
their money as if we were the Internal Revenue...
where would we get that without another avenue?
We looked at them laughing, but our laughter was deliberate!

A question remained, " Who was going to be the treasurer? "
Joey stared at me with envy trying to say, " It's me! "
I stared at him in the same way wishing it were me!
" Andy, let me handle the treasure since I like math! "
And with confidence he promised, " Not a dime will be missing! "
" I have to trust you on that, talk silly! "
But he shouted, "  You couldn't keep a secret! 
Your mom will wonder where you've gotten all that money, thinking
you have done something stupid and illegal like robbing or stealing! "
" Okay, " I snarled, " You got  your grizzly bear! "

Morning came as I plotted against him planning every step
with astuteness, " My plan can't fail! " I told myself...
Joey came running to me as a runner in a marathon,"
" Where did you get those Fila sneakers and  Perry America jacket? "
" My dad bought me those...he wanted to reward for my good grades! "
" You cheating, bastard...if it weren't for me, you would fail them all! "
" We are supposed to give the money back to those poor kids! "
I shouted with a vexed voice...but he replied laughing, " No, I never will, punk! "

It was a week before graduation, we took the final test,
how much I wanted Joey to feel the stamina of my wrist
by remembering what he did with the stolen money!
The air in the classroom was as solemn as a church's silence,
Joey sat next to me and copied the answers as I checked them them in each box.
" Fool, you are going to fail this test...this is  my revenge! " I uttered...
" What was that? " The wrong answer? " He asked me without malice. 
" Yes, change it to All Of The Above " I answered confidentially. 
Many more wrong answers I gave him until I put my pencil down and sighed.
" Thanks, Andy for the answers...I hate summer school: you are simply the best! "    

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Dr. Pepper Special (Epulaeryu)

Just like a peppered doctor
Its caffeine perks souls
Like electric it’s a jolt
Awaken the nerves
Taste buds sizzling
Doctor Pep—

© Spencej 9/12/06
© All Rights Reserved

The Epulaeryu poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven 
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first has seven syllables, second line five, 
third line seven, fourth line five, fifth line five, sixth line three, and seventh line only 
one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The Epulaeryu poetic form 
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Each line has one thought relating to the meal, 
and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and 
feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph 

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Everytime I'm Sad

I want to say you're silly and perhaps a little mad
Infact, you're effing cuckoo because everytime I'm sad
You always make me laugh til I pee my girlie knickers
I believe the sense in you comes in waves and flickers
And everytime I fall you're as constant as the ground
You walk me to the edge to say 'its a frikkin long way down' 
You pull me back to safety as the rocks begin to crumble 
But giggle like a doofus when I trip and stumble 
Your humour has no boundaries, you're just as sick as I 
You make me want to put cocktail sticks in my eyes 
You rip my lack of boobies, love my sheer vulgarity
You send me filthy pictures of parts I shouldn't see
You do all this because you just love to see me laugh
At the risk of sounding cheesy you're the best mate one could have

That's why I keep this secret, 
This tiny bit of truth,
That everytime
I'm sad and whine
It's because I can't have you 

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The British Gingah

I have this friend you see
He lives across the Atlantic Sea
Somewhere in England
Over grass, and mountains, and sand

He visits this country I call home
At camp, with open land to roam
We-my best friend and I-walk up to him to say hi
And he jumps right into conversation, not the least bit shy

For the next ten days we all hang together
Other friends we hung with too, but mainly the British ginger
So hilarious and animated, his “woo” sounding like a dying cat on crack
Eventually we started pretending to be his claque

Laughter rings about even though the end of the camp is near
We all enjoyed the time that we’ve spent here
We smile and say our goodbyes until the next year
When we all meet up again, right here

Details | I do not know? | |

Lost in the Mail

I wish to spend one day with you 
but frenetic fears prevail
All the things I'd love to do
but they would only fail
for I am only mirrored  lights
of other days and other nights
and I could never make it right
my heart is sick and pale
I write a ballad and a dance
I sing about a lost romance
but we would never have a chance
and so I just E-Mail.

Details | Rhyme | |


Henry called his wife from a crowded bar,
and with the sweetest tone told her,
" Honey, I have to work overtime tonight...
don't stay up late and turn off the light. "

Jane responded with worry in her voice and caressing her hair,
"Eat your dessert and drink all of the coffee and try to stay awake;
when coming home, don't speed...slow down by the frozen lake! "
" One more thing, don't leave your cell phone in the locker! "

" Okay, sweetheart...I'll be fine and I'll drive safely. "
Then he hung up and continued the conversation with Lily...
the pretty bartender who stared at him and burst into laughter
saying, " Your wife believes you? Won't she check your pay stub after? "

Henry replied, " No, she won't!" Then laughing remarked," She's too trustworthy...
not suspecting I am cheating on her, she's not the jealous type as you are Lily. "

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The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

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Perhaps that inexpensive gift was another deterrant
to set an example to keep me from telling lies,
like the michievous Pinocchio did many times,
and as I stared at that toy, he become a real friend.

There he was with that long nose which never shrunk,
but grew and grew every time he lied to his old dad...
and the company he kept earned him a grave reprimand:
skipping school to go to places frequented by a punk.

Not realizing I was standing in harm's way, I ran
like him and followed the loud merry-making clan
that promised all children a fun world non-existent...
any other kid would have joined them in an instant.

I should have left him under my six feet tall Christmas Tree,
to never have let temptation overwhelm me with curiousity...
to resemble him and disobey my parents' heartfelt wishes without concern;
and what did my disobedience teach me? Lost years that can't ever return!   

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Love SickLove

My lover really makes me sick!
I swear this is no mean trick
to get you to read anther line,
take more of your valuable time.

But my love really makes me shout
All these tiny little spots come out
My body heaves and rolls about
once again those spots come out.
Over arms, legs and body too...
I’m in despair, what can I do?

'LEAVE HIM!!' Is that what I heard you say?
Real life’s never quite that way
If it were really quite so simple
Your nose wouldn’t have that ENORMOUS Pimple!!

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Hansen! Yer It!!

I was tagged by that guy
the crazy culinary king
the one who makes drool
run down my chin ... ; )

So now it’s my turn [oh goodie!]
to pass on the tag
to an unsuspecting soul
and leave him holding the bag.

Now poets can be a silly bunch
not deep nor grave nor brilliant so much.
Give em a game and cut em loose
and you’ll find ‘stupid’ is often our muse.

And ... so ...
Eenie meenie minee doo doo
oh dear my dear could it be yoo hoo?
I tag Hansen, that guy in Brown
he’ll do ya fine, he’s such a clown!

Yer up, Mark!!

Love ya!  j

Details | I do not know? | |

The Cat

     Hello ma'am!
My name is Sam.
     I am a cat,
As you see, I'm on your mat.
     Please help me - I am a stray.
Can I have a bed in which to lay?
     I can help you with your late time napping,
I can purr so you can sleep when you're camping!
     Ma'am you're so kind,
That you don't mind.

Details | Limerick | |


I once had a big fury bunny,
He was sweet and yes, he was funny.
He would hop all day,
and then I would say,
Let’s go to the park where it's sunny.

Details | Rhyme | |

Quip's What Pinkee Would Say

1. I nee some bo, bo paper!

2. Kiss my

3. Liar, Liar sock's on fire!

4. Life is hope
    I need some Pope
    Hope is man folks....

5. Mercy Said No...No ischeca-duta in bed....
    Isch-cha-denta a pillow to night
    So daddy, Isheah-denta-ooo and I love you too.

6. I didn't Isch-cha-duae to day'
    But for my own sake I will pray this way

7. Mercy said no Ish-chu-de to night
    Cause I said so
    A pillow to sleep on my bed
    And a Gorilla in my head
    I am kind of scared
    That Gorilla might Ischeh-duta-eat me'
    Look under my bed Uncle Gary


Every little girl want's to Isch-cah-duta some-time's......   :-)'s.....Kiss>kiss

Details | I do not know? | |

The Best Christmas

I had so much fun to be with you!
You were wearing shirts in all color blue.
We threw crumpled paper like we’re six graders,
We ran and shouted like those elephant wailers.

Remembering 18th when we played those wooden chairs?
We grabbed white candies and buckled upstairs.
With your crazy dance moves over a yellowish folded paper,
You grouped yourselves absurdly like those itchy black scrapers.

You moved insanely with a green tomato on your face,
We sang together though we were so out of our pace.
We ate and chatted like it’s going to be our last.
Time was though unfair because it was ever too fast.

I’ll treasure that day because it was the best,
Our Christmas was dear compare to the rest.
Remember 18 because it was a magical scene,
Our greatest happiness is a treasure unseen.

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Spring Brings Peace

Give me a season....give me a start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent

We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower! 

I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!

And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime

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The Princesses

The smooth floor. 
The melody playing.
My heels.
The beauty.
The man of my dreams, right in front of me.
Does he see me no..
The best friend next to me holds my hand. We wait for the news.
It's me.
I am the princess.
You cant tear me down.

Details | I do not know? | |

Don't Belong in the Cat Pack

Out with some friends,
They're talking about men,
I'm thinking about business,
Music and what I'll write with this pen,

Someone mentions the Kardashians,
I just think “The Karsmashians?,
They love reality T.V.,
I' d rather see Me, Myself, and Irene,

They talk about bars and clubs,
all the drunken nights and men invites,
Id rather be at home with my man,
my loves already in high demand,
Watching movies kickin back,
Guess I don't belong with the cat pack

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You can have fun with friends
Everyday from the start to end

But without anyone
You really can't have fun

And when it's time to say goodbye
You will surely say 'oh my'

Oh what fun I had today
It's so fun to play

Details | I do not know? | |

A Painkiller for my Friend

Sunny and funny. Do they go together? Maybe. 
Zebras, as you know, do not wear z bras. Monkeys DO NOT 
love bananas. Unicorns can have 2 horns, and dagons can breath
ice. So why be sad? SO much to do, So much to be. So many people to 
cheer up. So give them a koala, for everyone loves them. 

Details | Limerick | |

Gal Pal Sal

I once had a friend named Sally
Who loved the Fresno Valley.
Her desire to travel
Soon did unravel
A wee one dubbed Callie O'Malley.

Details | Rhyme | |

face book

i saw your face at face book
the beauty that you borrowed has has indeed  given you a new look
sexy eyes and curved face like a restaurant cook
wow that is a girl any one can now hook
tell me what was the name you just took
that name i guess i've seen in a book!
any way i even did try to poke
into your wall,i must say i adore your look

Details | Rhyme | |

my level of insanity

tell me what is normal,
and i won't act the part,
screaming in the night,
to lift a heavy heart,
hear the song of friends,
they sing it in your ear,
telling you again,
that fear is what you fear,
so smile little heart,
and dance out in the rain,
will the awesome colors,
make you dance in vain?

make sense to you? it does to me. bwahahahaha

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Flashlight-Battery, Baby ... ' (or Shine On Jared Pickett)

The Girls Have All Agreed
On Some Things, All Women Need:
A Supply Source For Our Vanity
… and The Eveready-Flashlight-Battery …

Going Down A ‘Random’ Road
In The Deep of Night, When Life Has Slowed
Down … or Car Comes To A Stop
We Need An Energizer or Copper-Top …

In The Deep of Night, Trying To See
And Feel Safe, Thru Our Ambiguity
When We Need More Than Flicker-Flattery
… Give Us A Flashlight Battery …

… Your Flashlight Smile
Your Flashlight Style
Your Flashlight Confidence
Your Flashlight Manliness

Your Flashlight Ego
Is A Flashlight Hero
… and The Flashlight Form, Most With It
Is The Flashlight, Jared Pickett …

… Incorrigible, Adorable, Really More Than Capable
Hot, Poetry-Soup Staple And Palpable
With Appetites, Insatiable
Your Poetry is Quite Potent-Pleasurable

So, Flash On, Big Screen Valentino !
Lead On, With Lines of A Lothario
Casanova, Would Be Your Acolyte
( ‘Cause Even A Lady Needs A Flashlight )

Flash On, In Sensual-Satisfactory !
Give A Taste of Testosterone-Trajectory
No Girl Can Stand Before A Man, In All His Glory
This Is Factory-Tag… and It’s Man-datory

If Dura-Cell, I Got A Place For You
So, You Can  Keep Doing, What Cha’ Do
And Power-Up, Like You’ve Alluded
‘Cause This Doll, Needs Batteries Included …

And Pour Me A Real-Strong Daiquiri
Put On Favorite CD, Slow-Dance, Track For Me
And Come Here, You Copper-Top-Skinned Honey
And Beat That Drum … You Energizer-Bunny

To:     Jared Pickett … The Flashlight
         and The Romeo Of Poet-Writes
This One’s An Original – Just For You Kiddo …

                 Your Poet-Pal,
                       The MoonBee

Details | Cinquain | |

Poetry Soup {Cinquain}

                                                   appetite dish
                                            limerick cinquain freeverse
                                        mind challenging boggling fun

Tribute To All 
At  The Soup

Details | ABC | |

A funky poem on my friend

The lightening thunders,

The fierceful winds,

Blend together & sings…

When the hunk walks all his way,

With the stylish steps & he’s “CHINMAY”…   

Always poses with his ‘Colgate’ smile,

Lifts his collar & says that’s his style… B-)

The roses’ eyes slowly leaks,

When seen his pinky cheeks…  (With jealous  )

He’s a 24×7 chatterbox,

No fullstop for his naughty talks..  

People yell that he’s a big mischeif,

But his heart’s truely a tender leaf…   :D

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I go tempted severally
As my heart skipped
To ask my inner mind
Does it worth all these?

Was still trapped for five hours
On my sojourn to her school
It was the collapse of two trailers
Indeed, they collapsed all the route
We came out intermittently
Trekking around with no particular way
Our clothes became coloured, of dust
We were wet from head to toe 
It was not of rain but of sweat
Does it worth it? I sighed

Stories fly fast in our bus
Oh! Our destination
We shall get to by 2am
Was scared to the marrow
Some scared us less 
They voted for 12 midnight 
Why would I believe them? 
For we were all still in the trap 
Am I jinxed not to see her today?

Alayande Stephen T.
20th November 2007

Details | Light Poetry | |

Daffy Definitions by POETRYSOUP ( Part4 )

Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP Family, Thank-YOU very Much YOUR POETRYSOUP brother...HG
School Lunch --- Kid Munch --- Dane Ann
Sleepy --- Snooze Buffoon --- Dane Ann
Stink --- Lizard Gizzard --- Dane Ann
Stunned --- Dazed Amazement --- Dane Ann
Terrific --- Amazing Marvels --- Dane Ann
Tunnel --- Traffic Funnel --- Dane Ann
Undulate --- Love Ripple --- Dane Ann
Vicious --- Violent Victory --- Dane Ann
Violent --- Brutal Bruiser --- Dane Ann
Wink --- Glitter Glimpse --- Dane Ann
Will --- Desire Aspire --- Dane Ann
Righteous Indignation --- Wasting Your Love's Patience --- John Moses Freeman
Ketchup --- Flavor Master --- Dane Ann
Kindness --- Kindling Care --- Dane Ann
Layer --- Endless Clucking --- Dane Ann
LOVE --- Perky Permanence --- Dane Ann
Moonshine --- Booze Punch --- Dane Ann
Mundane --- Earth's Reign --- Dane Ann
Necessary --- Vital Vittles --- Dane Ann
Opulent --- Lavish Living --- Dane Ann
Psychiatrist --- Mind Baker --- Dane Ann
Quick --- Speedy Deed --- Dane Ann
Rebellious --- Rowdy Ranting --- Dane Ann
Travel Center --- Tour Allure --- Robert A. Dufresne
POT --- Metal Kettle --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vegetarian --- Hungry Humanitarian --- Robert A Dufresne
Jam --- Toast Host --- Robert A. Dufresne
Opaque --- Solid State --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (1) --- Family Tree Spree --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (2) --- Kin Sin --- Robert A. Dufresne
Undulation --- Vexing Vibration --- Robert A Dufresne
Quick --- Time Flick --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vortex --- Whimsical Whirlpool --- Robert A. Dufresne
Query --- Quizzical Quest --- Robert A. Dufresne
Subway --- Electro Metro --- Robert A. Dufresne
Yea --- N'ary a Nay --- Robert A Dufresne
Chrazy Caos --- A Mell of a Hess ---Robert A. Dufresne
Kite --- Light WRIGHT --- Robert A. Dufresne
Chaos --- Naught Of Christ --- John Moses Freeman
Exoressions --- Word Whisperer --- Rhoda Galgiani
Kitty Kats --- Furry LOVE --- Rhoda Galgiani
Single --- Poetic Peace --- Rhoda Galgiani
Compact --- Edited Epic --- Karen O'leary

Details | I do not know? | |

Time changes, lorries don't

Here I am to tell you a story
of an old and broken lorry
and it's friend, the old garage,
they were both heroes once.

Back by decades it happened once
that some guy bought a garage.
Believe me was the man surprised,
when he saw a lorry inside.

The lorry wasn't in the deal,
but there it was and it was his.
So the man soon decided,
that with that car he wants to ride with.

He popped the hood, made sure it worked,
turned on the engine and went to work.
He did the same each workday morning,
until one he got a mysterious warning.

It was strange and it was yellow,
it said the garage was being hollowed.
Of course the owner didn't like it,
so he sued the city hall and by god, he won.

The town had evil plans before,
they were going to build a shopping mall.
But since the little garage had stayed,
all nice old building stayed there and smiled.

Overnight the city loved him,
the people smiled and gave them gifts,
it lasted for some weeks
and that was it.

They all forgot the nice old man,
his big blue truck and the sad garage.
Now the city plans a scyscraper
and guess whose garage is again on the papers.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Sign of the Times " IKE and JANE" Sequence 4

The name's Ike. Some of ya know me so hello to you.
may I be so bold 
as to pick on you folks
where the weather is so cold?
You know, to talk to you a spell,
while I get a notion to rub on some lotion,
and watch the pretty blue ocean swell.
Would that be considered a sin,
if I told you it's warm here?
Would that be rubbing it in?
Me and the Mrs.,we ain't got much money
so our entertainment is light.
So if I told you it's warm and sunny,
would that be all right?
Jane and me, we watch that weather channel,
so we can watch those shivering people,
shoveling snow and wearing heavy flannel.
Now I don't mean to instigate,
No sir! Far be it from me!
But I now live in a southern state,
and let's see.. the temp. is seventy three.
If it drops any lower still
I'll have to put my shirt on
or I may catch me a chill!
My darlin' wife, could you get my hearin' aid?
Helps me hear the surf better, ya know.
What? Yes, thanks, I'd go for a lemonade.
Well folks we gotta go..
gonna head for the pool...
but we'll see you again real soon ,
on that there weather show.
Now me and the Mrs., we don't know sign,
so wave at us, won't ya.....
with your whole hand...this time?

heh heh, nite nite folks.
We really do love y'all.
    -Ike and Jane

Details | Blank verse | |


Our journey got paused 
I insisted to the passengers
Let’s sleep on our way
We got to the Ibadan garage 1.05am
Then, we move on ‘morrow morning 
Dissenting voices echoed diverse views
I offered to alight at the park
Couldn’t put my life at risk
Some of my co-travelers concurred
We paused at Abuja Park of Ibadan
For its of it good to be late than be a late.

Alayande Stephen T.
21st November, 2007

It was written at the Abuja Garage in 
Iwo Road, Ibadan on my way to her in Ado-Ekiti.

Details | Blank verse | |


Again, I got it wrong
She wasn’t bathing nor making up
She was of her natural look
Holding a Bible with her phone  
Coming straight from a vigil
Forget not, it was 7.15am

Not too tall as I envisaged
A bit lighter in body colour 
Her facial beauty was not magical
Her smile was same as that on phone
While her eye lashes speaks for itself
But her teeth-gap is of instant special effect
In all, she is of an average beauty.

Alayande Stephen T.
23rd November, 2007

On my way to Ikare

Details | Narrative | |

Don't Go Near The River

Don’t go near the river a tree has fallen down
The flow is blocked and it caused a dam if you fall in you could drown
But to us children this an invitation was
A big happening in our lives we had to see the cause
Of course we would not climb down to the tree
From high upon the bank we would satisfy our curiosity

Down Milfort Avenue we all trouped 
The excitement mounting with-in our group
The boys were there first of course
Down at the roots torn from the ground with such force
You girls they shouted stay away it was their find
Just go home play with your dolls and leave our tree behind
Well did you ever hear such rot 
We will soon show that lot

Mother’s warning soon forgot down we went to the spot
Those roots from up high did not seem so tall
But now down beside them we were made to feel small
Like gaint arms they were all slimy and wet
But we girls would conquer this climb you bet 
I never was brave and from the start
My legs were shaking and in my heart
I knew I should back down and risk being the fool
But pride would not let me so I tried to act cool

The others had climbed over and to the far side had gone
Knowing I was frightened they egged me on
Up I went onto that tree trunk
Looking down to the river below my heart sunk
What would I do if I fell in I had never learned to swim
Well it happened and into water I fell for my sins
Plunged to the bottom then up I floated gasping for air 
Again the depths called the water my death would share
With bravery someone dived in to save me from my watery grave
Trailed to the bank and with the water pumped out my life was saved

A neighbor heard the commotion and running came
Then into her house to recover my legs some strength to gain
For the walk back home to face Mum my misbehavior to declare
I really was a sorry sight but I did not care
Jumper and tartan skirt soggy the red dye running down my thighs
Perhaps she would think it was blood I had better start to cry

Water filled the fur lined leather boots which slopped and weighed a ton
My dad had worked for hours to pay for them and look what had I done
So sorry I was for myself but punishment I had to accept 
My friends there with me for support they stayed and yet
When Mum’s face through that front door appeared
They drifted away the blame they feared
In I was hauled and asked to explain
Why I had ignored her orders given so plain

Details | I do not know? | |


I just realised how common a disease
Insanity and madness really are
It's spreading throughout this small island
Taking over all these good friends of ours

It doesn't matter what the colour or class 
Doesn't matter the race or creed
It attacks black, brown, red and yellow
All mixes and everything in between

Colleen has it, so does Marcia
Roxanne, Gary and Venice
So many sickos, so many psychos
It must be something in the breeze

Anyway sign off time now
A pair of sickheads to take home
But some last advice before I go
Don't let the sickhead sickness take hold :p

Details | Narrative | |

Ralph Zimmer Acrostic Poetry

ralph my great poetic friend 
after the puff of smoke ends 
last man standing will be you, 
provider of poetic words so true 
having great thoughts, not blue! 
zimmer has a philosophical blend 
in his poetry he has started a trend, 
man of excellent Acrostic poetic flow 
ahhh, the reader smiles with a glow, 
even after closing his acrostic page 
one remembers his poetic great taste, 
friends his poetic words are very kind 
openness displays in his rhyming lines, 
every syllable count is very great 
he always write with amazing faith, 
riding the poetic highlights today 
He sits on the “Dock of the Bay!” 

Details | I do not know? | |

Me and My Beanie

Me and my Beanie. 
We're pretty tight, we are. 
Always on my head; my constant companion.

If I could wear it in school, I would.
But I can't. 
So I take it with me, 
in my bag.

Me and my Beanie. 
Though I've had many, 
none can compare, 
to my current Beanie. 

Dark, blue-ish grey, 
with a little light grey stripe,
along the rim.

This is my Beanie.

Keeping my head, hair, and ears
and stylish.

Me and My Beanie.

Details | Free verse | |


                    The internet is a wonder full thing,
                     though there are dangers that lurk with in.
                     In details Iwill not go
                      please take my word so.
                     The chats sites are many,
                      though ms.n is number one for me
                      Ican chat as long as the others agree.
                      But when it goes wrong and the connection is gone,
                      it feels like apart is missing from me.
                      Icarnt say what happend the other night,
                       all i know is the computer went on strike.
                     My connection is not the fastest I know ,
                     but why at that time did it have to be so slow.
                     For what seemed like years I was getting close to tears,
                    till the connection was back on,
                    you were gone.
                    lost in cyber space I lost the race,
                    that night my computer won.      

Details | Rhyme | |


Just being healthy, happy, grateful and alive...
makes me want to let it out with pride:
it's a joyful scream deafening my ear:
welcoming, without restraint, the New Year! 

Which merry song do you have in mind?
Come nearer and hum it with hope inside...
forgetting the troubles, hardships and lost dreams of old,
delight in the gleeful feeling....even braving the bitter cold!

It's five minutes to midnight as the festive crowds swing
under the huge ball of thousand lights that keeps shining...
overwhelming the spectators that deeply sigh,
somewhat a little nostalgic to leave all behind! 

Let's finally pop the champagne' loud cork
under snowflakes and dazzling delights
of glittering decorations and delirious smiles,
but where's found another city like New York?

Details | Blank verse | |

Get Told

I've had to grow up
and down and back again,
but its nice hearing
the new that everyone knows.
You can never be too old,
especially when you still get told.

Details | I do not know? | |

Rain-A fellow souper

A four letter name
But who is she???


Rain is...
And maybe just a bit crazy but she is still a souper friend and i love her all the same.
Thanks rain for being a friend. And this is just how i percieve you sorry if it is 
inaccurate. Hope you like it though!

Details | Narrative | |

The Waffle House Way!

Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped? 
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane, 
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different  “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors, 
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes, 
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out, 
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
 “The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
 It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.

Details | Quatrain | |

Journey to the Center of My Mind

You scared me with the owl thing,
I wet myself and cried.
You supported me as Weebleking;
I'm glad you're on my side.

When the English man was in my head,
You did not scream and flee.
You grabbed him by his whiskered lip,
And stayed right here with me.

I told you of the mystery men,
Who always follow me;
You did not scoff and mock my words,
You offered sympathy.

And when I dubbed you Willowart,
You did not blow a fuse;
You took it all in gracious stride,
And proclaimed it happy news.

The kind of friend you've been to me,
I could not hope for more.
You've stuck with me through waves and troughs;
Past every rocky shore.

For years I've never given thanks,
Which was definitely rude.
So here today I send you this,
To show my gratitude!

I hope you've liked the trip so far,
Following my wandering brain,
I'll let you rest here for a bit,
Then off we'll go again.

Details | Free verse | |

She's gone At Last

Leapy         Froggy                   heart
		                        Sleepy       s   l  o  p  p  y          feet

				Quick witted
Fast footed

Irresistible Rose radiant under the midday sun
Indomitable Lioness hungry in the wild
Inconspicuous Chameleon patched on a plant

She’s gone 
With her heart of gold
Feet of clay and her darting eyes

Gone like a chaff
Before the gathering storm
Like smoke merging within thin air

My African diamond 
Beautiful than the black night
Gone beyond reach, before my eyes

Details | Quatrain | |


Constance holds the key to freedom,
she'll never sit down and die of boredom;
all the free things we don't think of or see,
are there for everyone to experience and enjoy.

Employers buy our time to give them service;
if nothing is for free what's happened to your awareness?
The air we breath, the sunlight we feel, and the fragrant flowers we smell...
weren't these also given by God to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden?

Look around there many more for us to discover...
the incessant waterfalls and rivers still supply their water,
and without them the earth would be an arid desert;
and in this wasteland, only spiders can try to cheat death.

Constance holds the key to freedom, inspiring us timelessly, 
and the beauty of her revelation is that we can pursue it adequately;
she doesn't boast as the rich do, humbleness is her inborn virtue...
welcome her suggestions and begin living your day as busy folks do.

Inspired by Constance's Blog MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | I do not know? | |

Seeing from Upstairs and Downstairs.......

She is on downstairs worrying about her man
He is on upstairs busy with other girls
To her he is the perfect lover
To him she is just the one among the many

Her world rolls around his thoughts
Her days are colorful like rainbows
Her world was such a tiny one
she never knew she lived in illusions

His world is big enough
To hold all the pretty girls
He never cried for losing one
When he lose one he gets two other new ones  

She never tried to cheat her man 
Even in her wild dreams she was a virgin
He is smart enough to convince everyone
He doesn't have any other girls

She is very innocent and faithful
She thinks his man is faithful too
Every minutes in his life is joyful
Every time he had someone with him

She prayed hard for his well being
She thanked God for giving him
He prayed everyday for more fresh girls
He thanked God for hearing his prayer

Her world is so small
It can hardly hold her and her man alone
She never saw the outside world
I wish she can see what's really happening...

Details | Ballade | |



             A friend of mine the other day
             stepped inside my brain
             No one has heard from my friend since
              A mystery that will remain.

             I opened up the cellar door
             to feel the surging heat
             I looked below and there behold
            was my missing friend at my feet.

            He beckoned me to follow him
             down a dark and dismal path
            I took the lead because of my greed
              and no sooner felt the wrath.

            The wrath I felt was my own wrath
             for I had fallen into my brain
             No one has heard from me since
              A mystery that will remain!

Details | I do not know? | |

Dog Chase

He's catching up..
Gotta go faster,
My little legs,
My little legs,
I feel like an ice dancer,
Hopefully mom doesn't see this,
She'll start laughing,
Freddy is on my tail,
He's going to snipe me..
The bush! The bush!,
Haha, Freddy,
Your in for a twist,
He's walking away,
Thinks Im done,
Not so fast...
Over the stick and through the grass,
To prance on Freddy I go!

Details | Free verse | |

i choose life and ice cream

life sucks
so does death
so ill pick the one with ice cream
and best friends

Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are You Looking At Me

Why are you looking at me?

When I see it, it sees me. Sometimes, I smile.  It smiles back at me. If I scratch my head, it does the same. Is there no shame?

If I get up in the middle of the night and turn on the light, it’s looking at me.  Never saying anything.  Just watching me. I am not a prisoner, but it always has it eyes on me. Sometime it imitates me, when I smile, it smiles.

I have tried to sneak up on it without making a noise. It looks at me, as if to say “you silly dilly”. Sometimes its humiliating, it acts like my twin and always wins.
I am not sure? 

 Am I the only one with this problem?  No one is willing to admit it, maybe they are unclear. Many are comfortable with this situation, with hesitation and reservation.
This has been happening to me, as far back as I can see. 

There has to be an answer in some form or manner. Now! How can you pretend to do nothing, and admit you see no harm.  Stop pulling my arm.  

Enough is enough, why are you always watching me?  I have no privacy in your presence .  What are you going to do about this dilemma?

The next time, I come in this room, and you stare at me in a strange way, this will be your last day!      

 Say what? This is what mirrors do to you. … 
Please accept my apology, I imagine you’ll never,  ever speak to me.
Dr. “G”

Details | I do not know? | |


Happy Birthday GROVE STREET E-N-T"

with the most~
"Quid pro quo per buck"
let me say ~
happy happy birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
"lyricvixen LYRICAL Toast"
and "VIP Clientèle HOT"
as to say to you ~
i hope you have a ~
happy happy birthday~
that only a
like you can do ~
happy happy birthday ~
to a

Happy Happy birthday Tati"

with the most~
let me say ~
happy happy birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
as to say to you ~
I hope you have a ~
happy happy birthday~
that only a
"GIRL IN A PINK Bi·ki·ni"
like you can do ~
happy happy birthday ~
as "HOT-O-licious"
as "Tati, GOOD GIRL YOU"


Details | Rhyme | |

Dinner for Two

The best part of the day
is when we get to play
in the kitchen.

Rarin’ to go
hunger is so
deep we’re itchin’

to turn up the heat
whip up the sweet
tangy sauces

While it comes to a boil
pour on the oil
Salad tosses.

Strip outer layers
from tubers and taters
then steam ‘em

Pound the filets
sizzle and braise
to perfection

Juice freshly squeezed
down on our knees
in thanksgiving

Abundantly fed
we head off to bed…
for dessert…….

Details | Free verse | |


Do young boys start thinking of girls
with imperfect make-up and pretty clothes
who look like Barbie in every sense of the word? 
I used to look at them and laugh,
thinking they were going to a party
rather than attract the opposite sex!

That's the time when girls were a fantasy,
filling up this head with unrealistic thoughts...
to have been the handsome Prince Charming,
and offer them anything on a silver platter;
and growing up I realized how silly I was...
I had little to offer, still carrying their books to school!

Somebody should have pinched me and told me
that at such age chasing girls was a game of hide-and-seek,
or a dance around-the-rosy to sing nursery rhymes;
even my teacher loved my greasy hair with that combed-back hairdo,
tight jeans and a plain t-shirt as handsome Travolta would wear...
only made me famous for an afternoon on the dance floor!

Those were the most exciting times for a naive boy like me
charming them with that look of lover to make them fall in love with me,
it worked, but after dancing they started giggling...whispering something
that made me appreciate the ingenuity that girls had at the age of twelve;
and would it had happened today, I probably would have gotten many kisses,
remembering their smiles, but not saying, " That's the time when girls were a fantasy! "

Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" ...At This Age "

Details | I do not know? | |

Alert - Evil Has Escaped

Alert -Evil Has Escaped

May I have your attention please!  May I have your attention please! 
Early sunrise, yesterday eternity, evil escaped. Its real and it’s a big deal. It was given life twice for a hideous crime that doesn’t rhyme.

Be careful and keep in mind, there is no shame in evil’s game. Evil comes in many disguises, and has been known to change your life without a fight.

As we speak, evil was just seen at 33rd and Good Hope Street.  Two victims in a dispute suffered great mental, physical and spiritual pain. My, my,  another two claimed.

You ask, is there an M O, for this evil. The answer is, for sure. We must not allow it any more.  Just last week, two friends in school were fooled.

  Evil does what evil does best; it attacks your sanity, when you had little rest.
It has no respect for age, gender, sex, religion or nationality. 

Selfish and extremely dangerous. If seen, please notify the nearest Office of Goodness and Mercy.  Or contact Goodness directly at

As a result of your call, evil was arrested and picked out of a profile. Judge ‘Tired Of’, selected a jury who is mean and furious.

After the evidence was brought in, evil was told to raise it right hand and be sworn in. Evil refuse to tell the truth, arguing it was against my belief.  The judge said don’t worry, you want get any relief this day, not even a brief stay.

As a result of it crimes, Evil was banished from the face of this earth. And given two hours before sunset to remove itself from the minds and hearts of humanity, or face a deadly calamity.

Friends, it’s within your will to let peace be still.
Dr. “G”

Details | Rhyme | |

Welcoming Frankenstorm

Welcome, my hodgepodge, vicious friend,
no need to breathe at my window.
In less than a day you intend
to shatter it with a raged blow.

No cause to slobber like a brute
turning fall bright leaves into boats,
nor drive my maples to uproot
daring them to morph into floats.

Mind your manners please, you’re my guest,
throwing rubbish around is rude
(and childish at the very best).
Do your best to contain your mood.

Details | Light Poetry | |

oh no

Come chase me across the world,
 Every port of call, 
Soar through the night,
 Lets get away from it all.
Bed rooms down the hall.
 Now I don't want to discuss business
 I really don't mind the risk'es
Lets set new bounds
 Lets let the pilot pound
 The door will stay sound
So how have you been misses
 Ready to have love hurled
 In my arms be curled
 And unfurle forgiveness
 Hey get the door, I'll have a witness

Details | Personification | |


You’re a devil in disguise
Yeah, your cruelty I despise
That fur coat is just your guise
I can see it in your eyes

With a snobby little hiss
You will snub away my kiss
Like a shadowy abyss
You will steal away my bliss

I can feel your icy glare
In the shadows as you stare
Reach to pet you, I don’t dare
For your patience is so rare

But tomorrow’s a new day
Maybe it’ll be okay
My bad luck will go astray
And together we will play

Details | Free verse | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 4-

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...

Open up my pane and seep in my pain
I weeped too long without you
Open up my pane and let me hear the train
So we can learn to see where our train tracks you won't see us blue 
Or stick to each other like wood glue 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...

Just watch the beautiful skies
As the sunset descends below the hills,
I can feel your hands, shaking from the cold and the chills 
I'll keep you warm
Just stay with me forevermore
So we can watch the birds soar
In the sun-drenched skies...
We'll never wave out goodbyes...
Just not yet...
So don't doubt and don't be upset
Or uptight, baby
Cause I'll hold you with passion and make you experience ecstasy 
We'll be abiding next to sea...
Meanwhile, we'll live our normal lives and look forward to vacation time
When that time comes, I bet it would be absolutely sublime 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...

Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...

I just wanted to say I love you so
I wanna see your sunlit, gracious glow...
Just so that you know...
You can cover up my nakedness 
And replace it with happiness 
You can cover up my shamefulness

Details | Free verse | |

Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!

Details | I do not know? | |

When Bodda Boom ! Met - Bodda Bing !!!

Years had passed still I had every bit of reason to grasp/

That true essence of what he said/
Yet there was many thought's inside my head ?
Like the time I drove my big wheel into the yellow Ollie !
I was speechless in thought and deed

Still I never bothered to take heed/

All I wanted to do was just speed !
That's how Bodda Boom met with Bodda Bing !!!
You all know what I mean ?
I even could hear that sweet little bird sing/

Bodda used to be a good friend until when
Bing came strolling into the town/
Many thought the freekin guy was such a clown
So nobody wanted him around/

Today Bing resides right next to The Jersey Shore
Last I knew he lived with a whore ?
Yet who knew/
About that two timer Boom/

He's the spitting image of Jessy James/
Then with his face I'd like to rearrange !
How could he do that to such a beautiful lady !
She's better off settling for Wavy Gravey !

So it was back to the past,
We had every reason to grasp/
That day when Bodda Bing met up with Bodda Boom !
Yet who knew ?

Details | Light Poetry | |

Just Posting

They say if you post poems,
to put your name below 'em,
for praise or for blame
or just to show 'em...
that you had time to waste
on something so sans taste.
Not all of them are that way,
just this one here, for today.
This is not an Ode,
I didn't go down that road.
I have no story to tell,
I'm just ringing my bell.

But you know, I still had fun,
my thanks to all of you,
keep writing ... gotta run.

Details | Lyric | |

A Trip To Heaven

At times, the world demands too much
And more than I can give
So then I close my eyes and dream
A special place I'd like to live
There's calmness, peace and warmth in the air.

Details | Free verse | |

Treasured Keyboard

This blackened keyboard
Can tell many stories!
A few of great love...
But many more about my woes!
For I have opened,
My entire soul to it!
For I have typed and pounded...
Out so much about me!
That is why, every now and then,
I pick you up, outta of loveliness...
And dust you off... real good!
Making sure I've wiped,
Cleanly free, my finger prints... 
Or the ashes and coffee too!
That I've spill over anguished 
Feelings about you!
Because if this keyboard...
Does like so many, former friends,
That turned their backs on me...
It certainly could tell,
Far too many... of my treasured,
Secrets and stories, 
I've revealed to none but only you!.
I mean after all,
The tears I've shed...
Your voiceless keys,
Are sure to make me weep!
For you're a friend
I must always worry about keeping!
I betcha thought,
This poem was.... 
About none other than you?

Details | Ottava rima | |


Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, 
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got pinched by burdock,
distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent;
I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength.   

My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior,
and I admired him for displaying  humor without repulsion, 
or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men
on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness.
Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up,
and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb;
we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals,
while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner. 

Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro,
drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello;
and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down.
After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone,
dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home;
we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love.    
And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown,
trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome?

Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered,
our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows,
as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass;
and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs.
Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous;
and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired...
staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own,
remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dear Rhoda

Long Island- my old home.  Thanks for the words.  tom bell

Details | Free verse | |


Is it early in the day?
Is my fingers faster than my heart
Or my heart beats faster than yours
Are my eyes running ahead of my, your legs?
Is this a contagious disease or plague of two?
Are these common symptoms 
or an isolated case?
Are you immuned against the ancient poisoned arrow?
Am I the only one who has caught the bug?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you see what I see?
Have you found a cure so quick,
Whereas, I think what ails us is eternal?
Is your timepiece + or -?
Is it early in the day?
To make little wishes and see them 
To think that this is for real
To believe that this our little thing
Will see us all the way and outlast both of us
is it early in the day?

Details | I do not know? | |

How "Mary Nagy" Became "Maggie"

I don't know how it happened. 
I'll never understand.
When I got married and changed my name
I was in wonderland! 

My maiden name was ''Gasiewicz''.
Say that one ten times fast! 
So when I became ''Nagy''
I thought...some peace at last! 

It seems an easy name...
I'm simply ''Mary Nagy''.
But somehow through the years...
they've turned me into ''Maggie''.

I have to laugh about it.
It happens all the time.
I guess it is just natural
when two names seem to rhyme.

I get it in my daily life...
''Hello, How are you Maggie? ''
I just chuckle to myself
and say ''I'm Mary Nagy''.

I didn't think I'd get that 
mistake here on the net.
But, yep, It's happening again...
''Hi, I'm Maggie. Have we met? ''

Details | Blank verse | |

the ship officer and a lady

The ship officer and the Lady 

As I waited for my ship to dock at the onion pier,
a clerk came and handed me a bag of garlic for
the ship, I told him I had not ordered any and
showed him my three silver rings on my uniform.
He smirked and said I must have borrowed it to
impress the gullible, I shrank inside the uniform 
and could not see my hands and feet. 
Met a lady who was waiting for the ship too, she
was the wife of the chief engineer, and together
we strolled to the end of the dock, where 
I resentfully threw the bag of garlic into the sea
where it swelled, became a life boat that slowly 
drifted away. Back at the spot where the ship was
supposed to dock we’re told the ship had come 
and gone. The lady sat on a pollard crying, took
her wedding ring off and threw it into the water,
I, who had taken Lasix 40, peed into the same sea 
and its water turned pink. “Truly, this man is
a saint someone whispered”. Confident again 
I swelled in the uniform and could see my hands 
and feet . The clerk asked forgiveness and kissed 
the onyx ring on my left index finger and gave me 
another bag of garlic.      

Details | Free verse | |

Between Friends

They were in love and they hated each other. They couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Falling in love was a new experience. It changed the way they looked at the world and the way they looked at themselves. It brought with it the intense agony and ecstasy; the hedonism that are part of being in love. They didn’t want to fall in love but they couldn’t help themselves. It was something out of their control. They had once been best friends but now, because of the woman they loved, they hated each other.

Details | Rhyme | |

I Took Some Time With God

I Took Some Time To Spend With God…

I took some time to spend with God alone.
I asked for his blessing in my life and home!

I took some time to tell him that I love him!
I know that he listened and I can trust him!

It seems like yesterday I was a young boy.
There were many things I wanted to enjoy!

I enjoyed prayer with my lord and friend!
I felt his joy and peace within!

I didn’t realize how busy life would be…
I thought less of God,..  And more of me!

I’m thankful that I know a God who cares!
He’s never too busy for a moment to share!

He has blessed and renewed my mind!
He’s always so patient, loving and kind!

Thank you Jesus for the time we have together!
I’m looking forward to being with you forever!

You are the one that I will daily seek!
I need your direction each day of the week!

All praise and honor to you. is what I give!
I won’t forget you each day I shall live!

You’ve blessed and strengthened my life today!
You’re the truth, the life, and the way!

I shall sing of your praises with pure delight!
I know now that things in my life will be alright!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

Road Trip

Drove across the state
To go on a date
Found her online
Her picture looked fine
Knock on her door
My mind starts to soar!

Details | I do not know? | |

She stopped me, and I did refuse

It was euphoria that wouldn't break

It was encouragement that didn't shake

A disastrous example of why I'm still awake

It was you baby,
You swimming in the lake

I wanted your fucking babies, 
But your head was listening to my break

I know I don't know how to stop dancing

Just like you can do things that make me seem romantic

Just like I never show my face to an animal who told me I shouldn't chance it

Just like drum and base and you on top is utterly enchantin'

I'd live forever just to see you come off of your clamor

I'd eat an entire steak house to show you how to dam it

Details | I do not know? | |

Why Won't You Read My Poetry?

I printed all my poems out and put them in a book.
I've placed it on the table in the hopes you'll take a look.

You know you'll find my soul there beneath the cover page.
You'll read about my pleasures, my heartaches and my rage.

I know you don't like poetry and this I understand
but how can you not want to peek into my ''wonderland''? 

If you would take a minute and peruse a page or two
I think you'd be suprised to read the thoughts I have of you.

I've tried to make it easy and I know you see it there.
I'll wait it out and hope you see these things I need to share.

I suppose I know the answer is in where I place my book.
I'll put it in the bathroom......then you're sure to take a look! 

Details | I do not know? | |

Summer Fun

Written 9/5/2012

It's 8 in the morning,
I've got a play date with my bike,
Love to go down the hill so fast,
Doing tricks, I sure do dig this ride,
Arms off the handle, wind in my face,
I satisfy life's moments with fun embrace,
Friends and I are playing bus driver,
The bike just let off 4 passengers at the stop, 
Now it goes much faster,
Gotta pick a few more up, 
If a car comes, in seconds, my obstacle course would be a disaster.
All clear, the competition starts
“You waddle like a duck when you peddle uphill”
“Whatever, jerk, don't tease me, I'm a girl”
“Come on, chickenbutt”
“Shut up, monkeylover”
He beat me, but that's ok,
I'll beat him on this next trick,
I just never want that clock to tick.

Details | Free verse | |

The Wicked Fence (1)

As I kneel
I spy

To your body
I can eye

Twenty-five feet away
You are making
My day

I crawl along the
Picket fence
Soft grass under my knees
My heart pounding at what
It feels
To what my two eyes

Lying there by your pool
A sight for any man to drool

Naked you are
A beauty by far

Breast and thighs
For my peeping eyes

This view so great
Oh if only you were
My mate

Your body all tan
And tight
This I will remember
Later tonight

To fence end I crawl
Quickly I depart
So swiftly
I almost fall

Over and over for the next
My mind on neighbor
I lust
I think

I’m glad no one saw me crawling there
This must have been quite a sight
But the burden I must bear

Down at the corner store
You I see
But clothes
You now wore

As my eyes
Ran over your body
And breast

You smiled
Tilted your head
To me you coyly said
Grass stains come out
With a little bleach

Details | Couplet | |

A Card For You

I was looking for a card for you,
one day in the Wal-Mart store.
Along beside me was my husband,
He almost began to snore.
I tried and tried to find the one,
that could tell you how I feel.
None could thank you for all you've done.
Not one of them seemed real.
I still persisted for quite a spell,
My husband now isles away.
How long I lingered I cannot tell.
But probably most of the day,
When it comes to you, a card won't do,
that I should have learned.
No poem written old or new,
Is good enough ,where you're concerned.

Details | I do not know? | |

"Foo-Foo" Words

If it takes fancy language
to make your eyes delight
you may not want to read this
or hey, maybe you might! ? 

I don't use words like ''Fabulous! ''
or ''That's simply divine! ''
I might say ''Hey, I like that! ''
or ''Wow, now that is FINE! ''

You'll never see a ''Thou'' here
and you'll never spot a ''Thee''
I can't pronounce the big words.
They're not my cup of tea! 

I may say ''What the heck was that? ''
or ''Woohoo! I feel good! ''
I see no sense in ''foo-foo'' words
if they're not understood.

Details | Light Poetry | |


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

Details | Free verse | |

lonely hearts.

Five feet eight,
eyes brown,
this man is
looking, for
of town.
red hair,
or brunette,
have I described,
you yet.
A sense of humor,
is a must,
You can be adventures too,
ready to drop, every thing.
at the drop of a hat,
have I wet, your appetite yet.
If you ,are interested in me,
then send a photo, and I
will see.
May be we were ,
meant to be
get in touch and ;
meet me.

Details | Free verse | |

I Want Eat Much

Please, do not withdraw your love
From me

For I am feeble 

I’m weak

I’ll take my portion of rice crispers

Listen to them crackle and pop,

I want complain

I’ll eaten for breakfast and

Please, do not withdraw your love
From me

I want to eat much

I Promise

Maybe a half slice of toast

1 piece of bacon

I’ll stand side the creek with

My rubber boots on

With fingers half clutched to

Catch you a batch of fish

“Since fish is your favor”

Mine ya! Bear hands I will hook

Catch you fresh trout with my
Bear hands..

I want eat much

I’ll just stand around and go snap
Cracker pop..

Waiting on my potion of rice

Please, I’m standing here waiting

With my water wings held tightly
In my hands.. 

Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty Queen or Garden Gnome?

You say that you can picture me sitting in my chair.
What is it that you picture when you look from over there? 
Do you envision beauty or an ugly, wrinkled hag? 
Does my skin give off a glow or do my wrinkles sag? 

It's strange to think you picture someone you've never seen.
I could be short and squatty or maybe tall and lean.
What is the face that's given to represent this poem? 
Is it of a beauty queen or just a garden gnome? 

Details | Couplet | |

The Girl's Night Out

Happy hour, two for one,
This is how we have our fun,
Make up sorted, dresses new,
Shoes supplied by Jimmy Choo,
Perfect perfume, perfect tan,
Now all we need's the perfect man.
Hit the town at half past seven,
Then hit the floor around eleven,
Dance to music thumping loud,
Lose yourself within the crowd,
Let your worries swirl away,
Forget the work of yesterday,
Forget the things you have to buy,
Forget harsh words that made you cry,
Remember how you felt when you,
Were eighteen and all this was new.
Drink on now 'til we turn back time,
Our vodka fuelled dance feels sublime,
Those dancing feet stamp out the stress,
And each girl feels a dream princess,
For one night only we can star,
In our own film, here in this bar.

Details | Couplet | |

Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see

Tribute To Love

Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest

Details | Burlesque | |

Mike The Golfer

Mike had some time  to play a game of golf
so he and a friend went for the great tee off

Mike set that little ball right on top of the tee
he thought a hole in one this surely would be

He drew the club back to take a great swing
but all of a sudden man he felt a great sting

He fell to the ground and he knew right away
something was wrong and he could not play

one more round of golf the pain was to great
just get me to the hospital before it's to late

Now the moral of this story Mike listen this day
get a pair of high top boots before you go play  

Dedicated to my friend Mike 
he broke his ankle while playing golf

Details | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang

Details | Acrostic | |


once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane

Details | I do not know? | |


Spectacles, tests tickle, a wallet and a watch...
"never leave your house, without such...
Remember the rhyme, little sister of mine..."

This was said,
when we grew up.
What I read, in my head
is that a test tickles...
On the wall et,
that egg is fickle.
Did it fall? Did you watch?
And I never left my house
without such...
things as my eyes.

"A test tickles"...
"An egg is fickle and
a cat was jumping the mood!"
Was she rude?
Did the cow say wow?
Or did he think it crude?

A spectacle? Yes,
through fret and pickles...
A test....
An egg is fickle
when the pieman tickles,
the spoon... is it noon? Yet.
Where are my glasses?
Oh... just on my head.
Is that the test?
What brother said?

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !

Details | Lyric | |

Front Porch Stepp

I'm sitting on my front porch stepp
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 

Some even stop just to talk to me
Others drive by thinking I don't see
Some on the phone just like they're at home
All of them so scared to be alone

I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 

If I had my way I'd just 
Make them smile
Just to make them happy each, and every mile
Just to make their journey seem, worth their while

I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by 
People driving by

Details | Quatrain | |

Calling Mimunna Mimunna

******Calling All Poet's*********

Mimunna is a switch/bate scham on the internet that has infiltrated our rank's......
Poet's, write and give her your love. Poet's take the floor and express your love
via E-mail!!!!!!! Get the write-up, up! Kiss>Kiss>Kiss-up!

*****She is at( Let her know we care!!!!!


Mimunna, Mimunna
I know that you love me
But, tell me is it me
          Or maybe
       My money
That you are trying
             To free
You wrote me on the internet
Told me that I was a catch
But, you are nothing to me
Not even an even match
I told you that I love you
      But, who love's who more
Are you a real person
       Or are you just
An inter-net whore
A whore on the internet
Writing me back
Seeing if I will fall for you
Maybe give you some scratch
Baby, your'e Scheme is kind
            Of wack
Sure, you can write me
           On the internet
And that is true
So, remember that
Their is just a little bit
More than just loving you
And that is this simply
This thing called {Poetry)
So, don't be a stranger
Check me out on Poetry Soup


Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS

Details | Quatrain | |

Bon Voyage, Joan

Bon Voyage, Joan

I wish you had a laptop
to take with you on your cruise.
So you could write and say to us
“Good Morning.  How are yous?”

It was not very long ago 
that we had never met.
But, quickly we have come to know
our friendship is a great asset.

Reciprocating a kindly word, 
we introduced our pets.
To others that might seem absurd,
we have done so with no regrets.

Whether walking in the forest
or down those country roads
We know and love a fun brunette
although she chases toads.

(To keep her “Bear” 
from eating them…
She does so with great care.
No frogs allowed; he is her gem.)

But you do not have a laptop,
to take with you on your cruise.
So go have fun, sing; dance ‘til you drop. 
We shall wait to hear cruise news.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 18, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain
Dedicated to our friend named Joan.  Bon voyage!  
(But come home soon even if it is too cold…)  LOL

Details | I do not know? | |

Windows and Boxes

Then and now,
my favorite thing to do
has always been
looking through windows,
looking in boxes.

I can still recall
that day.
Ten years old,
my first Pokémon.

My friends were my Pokémon,
my emotions were calculated through damage multipliers.
It was the life.

Now, my old friends gather
under my bed,
yet do not age.
But I have aged so much.

Stuck with humans present, I cry for those digital friends,
whom I could love without judgment,
whose overall reliability was a tangible number
in that Game Boy window,
where the only drama I felt
came in pixilated, perfectly perpendicular text boxes.

Humans are so flawed,
but not those Pocket Monsters,
whose margins of error were always measured
in a perfectly percentaged probability.

I know amazing people
who volunteer, serve, love.
they are deluded, imperfect.

I had a creature with low power, basic moves, and that always lost.
but It

Details | Rhyme | |

Tinker And Me

A spit fire and one crazy chick.
One of a kind twisted the mind.
A first class tease drop ya to your knees 
Sometimes  makes ya question if both arent sick.

We found each other and sparks did fly.
I a said im wreckless drunk and crazy
She wrapped thoose arms around me and said 
well  so am i.

Takes a shot straight and hits like a man.
we had a hell of a first night.
Joking I  said  hey wanna knock over a seven eleven 
to which she said sure whats the plan.

On the way to mexico she slaped my face saying you aint
so tuff.
Such a devilish angle.
forget sweet and soft she  preffers it nice and ruff.

If i was to wonder I belive  she'd set me on fire.
she can problay  kill me fast but she'd torture me slow.
and for that kinda dedication i have to admire.

Placed my hand apon her knees she grapped it and put it
between her thighs.
I have to admit that bad girl makes more than my 
blood pressure rise.

Cops said not since Bonny and Clyde a happier couple
did they ever see.
It's such a shame they wanna imprison tinker and me.

Ya know on the run when ya stop in every state  
Wrestle ya probaly wont get far.
Had to sperate us when they relized were doing
more than snugglin in back of a cop car.

From   Americas most wanted to Dateline NBC
Seems Americas newest fun lovin criminals 
is Tinker and me.

Details | Free verse | |

Message Received

The juice in my cup tastes sweeter
When my mind is frolicking
And my toes are curling
At the sound of the voice
In the colors 
Of your words.

Details | I do not know? | |


The Princess in her tower tall
With oaken door and granite wall
Sat sobbing at the window high
“Will someone save me” she did sigh
“Fear not young maid,“ a voice did shout
“For I am here, to get you out;
I have a cunning plan, so sly
To free you from your tower high
I’ll dress as does a man who’s poor
Then knock upon the outer door
And when the guard doth then unlock
I’ll beat his head in with this rock”
“Kind Prince” she said from up above
“You’re someone, I could truly love
But your attempt will be in vain
To rescue me you’ll need a crane
Although your planning may seem sound
I weigh three hundred and twenty pounds” 
The prince then pondered hard and long
And wondered where he’d gone so wrong
He yearned to be a Royal hubby
But not to one who’s quite so chubby.

 © John W Fenn   03-12-2008

Details | Limerick | |

the poet who broke my heart DB, LB

Me myself and I,
Whoever we are,
You are the poet who broke my heart,
You wrote words of love,
You fitted me perfectly like a glove,
And I really pulled myself in,
Falling for myself, what a silly billy I have been,
Falling for my own words my own feelings,
But what a great lover you, I mean I was,

To the other poet who broke my heart,
You wrote words of undying love,
In a way I somehow connect to you,
With the iron taste on my lips,
Dame girl you’re my drug I can’t resist, 
Capsizing my heart like a failed attempt suicide,
You brought me down to me knees,
But it’s time to give up my sweet drug,
I no longer love you,
The poet who broke my heart,

giggles now that was fun,
thank you skat for doing this contest,
this is all made up because LB is a wicked poet,

Details | Quatrain | |


When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.

Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"

The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?

They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate, 
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.

Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.

Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds; 
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.

On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!

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Show Me Your England, Ashton

Show Me Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

He Took Me To New London Bridge
He Took Me To The Tower
And The House Of Lords And The Privileged
As Big Ben Chimed The Hour

He Took Me To Piccadilly Square
… Rode On The River Thames
England, Is Extraordinaire
And I’m Glad I Saw It With Him

… To The Palace Of Buckingham
Then Again To Parliament
At Hyde Park, We Had Tea And Jam
Then A Pub, For Refreshment

But Of The Sights, That He Chose
The Best Is; I Saw The Queen!
The Next Day, When I Arose…
Why… It Had Been A Dream… So…

Show Me, Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

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Rhoda's Twin Moons Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Join each other as time goes by
Providing light to guide the night
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

From a place so nice it’s named twice
Like birthday cake with blending spice   
The Big Apple has sparkling lights
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Happy birthday to you Rhoda
Drink lemonade and not soda
Celebrate your day as you write
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for our New York Poetess, Rhoda.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 

Details | Burlesque | |

The Gift

Ted went to the crowded mall and braved the hustle and bustle,
to find the perfect gift to fit his best friend he called Russell.
Russell then received his present on office party day.
But saw a depressed coworker, and gave his present to Jane.
Jane was taken by surprise and almost opened it there.
-but instead she chose to share the spirit and gave it to Claire.
Claire's car had too many boxes to fit another inside,
and so she offered this package to her roommate Clyde.
Clyde had little money left and one more on his list,
So he passed it on and watched as it was opened up by Kit.
Kit said it was thoughtful, but knew who would like it best,
-So she rewrapped it and Christmas morning, 
gave it to her fiancée...


Details | ABC | |

The Honeywagon Has Returned

Boy, do I have some exciting news!!
This tidbit of info has taken away my Blues
It was such a long day, I was glad when it was adjourned
I go outside and see the Honeywagon has returned
I call everyone to give them the scoop
Eveyone wants to be a snoop
The crowd gathers to take a look see
And there it is a surround sound system and to enjoy the DVD
It used to seat seven, now it seats nine
Brand new custom made rims with a perfect shine
As it is started you can hear the Lag Pipes roar
There are new additions behind each door
Now a stewardess has been hired for the passenger's comfort and concern
Ah Yes!!  The Honeywagon has returned
Now there are tasty treats when you ride
A hot tub exists under a floor panel that slides
So what does he have to eat on the way
Sodas and Publix Deli trays, that's just for starters
To make the cut is getting harder and harder
Once again my hopes and dreams are shattered, when will I learn
I know I should just be grateful, the Honeywagon has returned

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Here you are again.
Hi, HELLO, friend.
What is the news ?
Short and like a fuse.
Only love to send.
Death, rape, crime and offend.
What again was your name ?
Just call me - "INSANE".
A wayward brother of CAIN.
Tell me more bliss.
My girlfriend gave me a kiss.
What in the world do you miss ?
*A moment of peace and the snake hiss*

2006 from Scribble ?????
search: POEWHIT


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Another Saturday Night

Author’s Note:
Close friends often speak to each other in a language of their own making that outsiders 
can’t understand.. This is a look at a situation that created one such language between 
me and my best friend in high school. Nothing more, nothing less.

That Damn dinosaur-
Burning the bacon, again!
Smoking up the bathroom...

Combustible toilet spread,
Hot Damn! regurgitation,
Lettuce boat, left behind...

Jelly oozing from the ceiling,
with Banana-berry holding it up
Stupid football hole...

Ta-ta-vision, laughing station,
Spewing crescent dough from nostrils,
Favored flavored burger darts?

Did I mention the Damn dinosaur?

Burning chicken wings!
Porn on the sinking hangers,
Decimated delivery guy...

Spirits, in the room (and on the table)
a shower curtain ring on plywood-
Dance to random Ouija phrases...

Ramen numerals besieging Boo-
Cat’s claws in the wall,
Curling kitty hair-do, crazy!

Smokin’ smoggies under-table,
Birdies fly out over glass?
Tapping on their tail feathers...

Where the hell is that Damn dinosaur?

Details | I do not know? | |

Upside-down side-up

Smiling, laughing, happy
It is nice not to be sad
Lonely frown turned upside-down
It’s great not being mad

A joke shared with a special friend
That makes you both laugh aloud
Brightens up those rainy days
Shining right through any cloud

Choosing how it is you feel
Is all up to you
Either live being perky
Or die feeling blue

Being cheerful and merry
Is what I choose to be
Spreading laughter with good times
To all I may see

Details | I do not know? | |


i tried to stop your calcium intake so that you would never grow
i wanted you to shrink so that i could keep you in my pocket
and you could gnaw through the fabric and plunge onto my toes.

i would walk you everywhere that i go. you would see all that i see
eventually, you would be so small, you would crawl into my ear
and scratch through my skull. 

you could infiltrate my thoughts and penetrate my nervous system.
and then maybe you could feel all that i feel and realise that’s it's you.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Imperfections Thats Just Me

I'm a girl of imperfection, that's just who i am.

Sometimes I give up doing things when i don't think i can.

I'm a horrible liar but i sometimes still try.

They say my give away is something in my eyes.

They tell me I'm to passive and that i need to stand my ground.

Yet when i become a brat(altered for site)....

nobody wants me around.

I am Sagatarious and as stubborn as can be.

I bet on number 9 cus false hopes tell me it's lucky.

My number never wins but i play it anyway.

The dreamer inside me is waiting for that day.

I use bad grammer and stumble on my words.

Sometimes i talk so's hard to be heard.

Some friends call me pokey cus i move at my own pace.

I will get there eventually cus my life is not a race.

I'm a girl of imperfection...that's never gonna change.

Even when you know me, you'll still think i am strange.

Sometimes I'm frustrating and even annoy myself.

I take things for granted and I envy others wealth.

I love the smell of roses but i think Daisy's are the best.

Sometimes I eat the pettles and throw out all the rest.

I love to drive when theres more then just me.

Slug bug gets boring with just the car seat.

I have been known to snore when i sleep.

Bad dreams cause me to grind my teeth.

I was once told I was laughing hard in my sleep.

Still today i wish to remember that dream.

Forgotten forever like a stranger passing by.

The one that made me laugh without saying hi.

Occasionally im clumsey and I'm often being rushed.

Be careful with feelings are easily crushed.

I'm modest about my feelings so you would probrably never know.

But if you lie, cheat, or steal from me their sure to one day show.

I consider myself a passive woman...never lookin for a fight.

I was raised to use my words to stand up for what is right.


Details | Ballad | |

Warehouse 317

320 has a great bunch working there
They show a lot pride they really care
I personally don't consider any of this work, to me it's all fun
Sweat already pouring from the Warehouse heat and the morning sun
Daine and Nathaniel welcome to a great team
We cover one another on tasks in Warehouse 317
We have the mother of all mothers coming our way soon
Enough fun coming to make you wanna bark at the moon
I am looking forward to the thirty thousand guests 
So let's wipe the sweat from our brows and make it look effortless
Monique is going to miss out on this great adventure, Zena is now the one caught in between
Local Purchase stop pulling your hair out, what a great place called Warehouse 317
There is Hezakiah handling the turn ins
He has to be careful and watch the NSN's
Glen handles the Turretts and parts to the shops
Without Wonda and Michael, the production stops
Gabrielle is the Goddess of the Hazmat
Shipping is now on cruise control with Doug there, but we all wear so many different hats
Jerry is the main director of this sometimes circus scene
Under our wonderful big top at Warehouse 317
A manager is only as good as her or his people allow them to be
I am thankful for all who I work with and my extended family 
I love where I work and I am so happy to come there every day
All this fun and very good pay
DRMO is handled by Elsa and Fred
This is where all the useless parts are sent
The Carpenter Shop has Jason
That is where they do the packaging and craten'
Tom runs the show at Container Ops
David is in charge of the Turrett Shop
The mechanics have the vehicles coming in and going out at a tremendous rate
The Shop Clerks keep the ordering and parts requirements up to date
Vehicles to be shipped, Motor Pool is on the scene
But it all starts at my favorite place, Warehouse 317
I am sorry if I missed anyone such as Tammy at Safety, or Miss Lilly at PBO
Overall the operations are under the direction of Rick and Joe
The Front Office Personnel answer the phone
Without them, there would be nobody home
The shipboard stuff handled by Wholesale
Shop's parts handled by Retail
I personally want to thank everyone for all they do
This place could not do what it does without me or you
So I am not trying to be rude or mean
But I must end the saga now, come visit us at Warehouse 317

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Never attempting of striking it rich,
whenever my cravings give me another itch,
I'm used to a quite and simple life:
enjoying good food and sharing a coldl glass of wine 
when relatives and friends drop by;
why be someone you weren't meant to be?
Any millionaire around the globe,
sipping champagne desiring what I love?

With my beach cap pulled down, 
so that my short hair doesn't sizzle and change color,
as my light skin turns to a golden tan;
yes, I thank God for a breeze cooler than a fan!
Whole afternoons are spend on this pristine beach,
with a waterfront that a Californian will envy,
to melt away that old cliche' of vanity;
come down here...the East Coast is a wonderful shore! 

Low class, middle class and the upper one,
all share this unquenchable feeling,
to lay on the salty sand and begin to dream;
Am I talking non-sense or tackling the zest for living...
that this society has been unawarely denying??

Striking it rich is a temporary fancy,
imagining the possessions money will buy,
and many untaught temptations will materialize;
some will die by snorting deadly coke,
others squandering it on mistresses and hookers...
God, how the human spirit is corrupt  and consumed by lurid
and unhealthy desires that once were out of reach!  
And hopefully someone will ponder this,
to wake up to this gruesome, and parlous reality
and spend his or her fortunes wisely! 

What good people will do for the betterment of the deprived ones?
First give them love from the heart, then help them financially...
that's the smart way caring, of planning to strike it rich;
what's the use of looking at your glittering gold,
and not giveit  away to help anyone whose thirst and hunger
show in the sunken eyes...waiting for someone to feed their bellies!

If I ever stroke it rich, I wouldn't be here enjoying this sunshine, 
but I'll get out there and search for the needy and helpless ones,
and stop the selfishness and madness that money provides;
if I share my good fortune with them, others will follow my example,
and a real change will take poverty everywhere in our world!
Follow me, and search for everyone give them back their precious life!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | I do not know? | |

My Alter Ego


In my eyes as a child my dreams forever grow,
I can catch the talons of an eagle and slay the meanest foe,
Drop to the peak of the mountain top and set my Princess free,
Dive the depths of the ocean and bring her back the sea,
To quince her thirst and cleanse her soul,
In the name of  my  friend, Ebie Sybie So.
I can slap my baby sisters and for all my parents know,
It wasn’t me who did it, It was Ebie Sybie So,
I remember this one most frightening  time, 
When the twins teamed up and beat my behind,
Ebie wasn’t there and it got real scary, 
‘Cause my sister had two friends, Redeye and Kerry,
Redeye and Kerry must have assisted the twins, 
You see they were Cindy’s two imaginary friends,
Out numbered but not out classed,
I cried to my mother hoping she’d beat their ass,
As I went to my mother with tears in my eyes,
The twins got smart and started to cry,
Mom came a running like a mother cat,
You see the twins were the youngest spoiled little brats,
What did you do to my darling little twins, tell me now, I want to know,
 But Mom it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
Well as time went by, it was half past nine,
When my mother took the switch and beat my behind,
She said, that wasn’t nice, what you did, you know,
But Mom, it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
My mom said, when I lie, my lips begin to grow,
Like the nose of the puppet  Pinocchio,
In my eyes, it wasn’t a lie,
And besides Cindy had two friends, Kerry and Redeye.
Back in the bathroom, in the mirror I stare,
What happened to you Ebie, don’t you even care?
The silence was deafening  as my tears began to flow,
It wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.

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Poetry Soup Group

Poetry Soup Group

This is quite a group, 
the people at Poetry Soup.

They make me feel 
like a part of their troop.

No matter how much bad 
poetry I enter in their contests 
they still encourage 
me to write until I poop!

The State of the 
group at Poetry Soup
Is that it’s a great 
place to regroup,
Eat soup and write 
poetry late at night,
When you can’t 
seem to sleep.

It’s a great group of people,
Good company to keep.
They make me want to
Leap for joy each time
I log on to Poetry Soup!

Details | I do not know? | |

Rehab With a Twist

I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO,

You'd rather be at the crib with Mike,
Party at eight, gonna get so high,
Youre a well known smooth talking ladies man,
Your secret crush, cybroman stan,
always brough Jack D. to school,
a few times had to call the man Dr. Drew,

I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO,

They would't let you take the medics wheel,
all cracked out, trying to do a deal,
white coat dude had to ask why you here,
You explained you'd been attacked by a dear,
Rubbing alcohol was all you found,
to ease the pain and mellow you down,

I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,

You say you dont wanna drink again,
dont want to loose your FB friends,
refusing to spend 2 months,
away from your gym boys and your cybroman love,
whatever helps you sleep,
at night that booze must go bye bye,

I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO

Parody of Amy Winehouse's Hit Rehab

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I, Do You See Me?


It’s been quite

Some time

Since someone


Do you see me?

I am Here

My beautiful


Genuine smile

Smiling at

The world

Beside me

Don’t you

See my

Chiseled calves

And voluptuous


A mile high

I may be over


But my Bosom


And Skips

To a

Funky beat

With a tip-toe

Skip, Hop & dance

That only I know

My eyes

Liquid blue

Eyes stare

At magic

In the


My skin




An Irish


From my



My limbs

Covered from

Head to toe

With Wisps

Of Blonde hair

From my



Like my


And French


My heart


By Wine

My Blood



Passion for


My fingertips

Reminiscent of

God’s great earth

The Goddess



Laced with



From my

Writing pen

A kaleidoscope

Into my

Soul within

My voice

An accent

Slung with



And love

So if you

See me


Down the


On just

An ordinary



Stop to

Smell the


May the



And lulling

Pass your



Your day

Do a little

Hop, skip & jump

And feel


In your


Make sure

To Smile

My way

Don’t forget

For I am





For someone

To see me

Heather Mirassou

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She has the same laugh
and the same past
Does not see the masks i wear
protective nurturer that is my sister

She has the same frown crease 
to a lesser extent
Both strong minded
like two hurricanes meeting
but in the eye of the storm
stubborn angry unconditional love

She has the same star sign
but we posses different traits
i taught her songs silliness and swear words
She makes me proud

Often told "your so like linsey"
"No" I say with my familiar frown breaking into a matter of fact smile
"Shes just like me"
Im sure she has the same reply

Details | I do not know? | |


Whilst I hover here
wondering if i'll be sick
The hazy details of the nights debauchery
Become clearer with every retch, 
And nothing. 

Who took that photo with the silly face?
I really thought id be able to pace
Myself this time;
But its shouldnt's and never agains
all morning in the loo. 

The bad techno and overplayed hits 
Still echop through my pounding head, 
Recently obliterated by that dionysian nectar.

The midday sun now pours through my iris
Ill adjusted to to anything mut multicoloured strobes. 
Another hopeful attempt to spew hits me,
Only to be met with dissapointment.

Cralwing from the linoleum jail,
I call a friend to reminisce 
And hes the same as me, only he pulled and barely rememebers. 
And so i enter the platic prison 
for a last attempt to purge, but nothings there. 

Looking in the mirror telles me to pull myself together, 
A sparkling alka-seltzer cocktail takes the edge off
And I remember that hangovers only last a day, 
whilst forgotten memories lie in obscurity forever.

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If you read my poem - Comfort - these next two might make more sense.  I have to 
say that the three poems make a good trilogy of chemo side effects.

My New Best Friend

My new best friend
Who stops you ere’ you go again
Who’s there at your bitter end

Mdailey	5/21/11

Imodium – Friend and Foe

Friendships come and friendships go
Imodium, just so you know
It binds you up and tightly so
So you never get to go
But get to go is normal – no?
And normal means you have to flow
Cause things build up and pressures grow
Well, pretty soon you’re bound to blow

So here I sit, relief I beg
I’m sitting on a powder keg!

Exaggerate? I guess I tend
But it worked out well in the end 

Mdailey	5/18/11

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Dire Straits met Rosie in her kitchen, wearing only a pair of Spandex boxer shorts.

As friends, they had gone to Hammond, IN  to see the UFO Convention.  There they
were amazed by exhibits about lunar craters and wormholes, as well as how some 
scientists  advocated using nuclear waste as a new type of rocket fuel.

Afterward, they went to wine and dine at Tid-Bits, a bar and grill where Dire had once 
did a gig as a DJ.  

Tonight, however, Rosie was bothered  by insomnia.  Whatever medicine she took to try
to alleviate it just left her drifting in pain.

When Dire came in, he reminded her of her appointment the next day with two vacuum 
salesmen.  "Perhaps it's your nervousness about that meeting that is keeping you awake", he 

"You may be right Dire, and the running around today didn't help any.  I'll call them to 
reschedule the appointment."

They sat down on the sofa to watch some TV, and Rosie nodded off to sleep during a 
commercial for the new Listerine soaked tissue.

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we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission


n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end

Details | Light Poetry | |


Hey honey
Have I told you
That I really
Really love you
If I didn't
Then their is provably
A really really
Very good reason


Details | Rhyme | |

Wabba Ubba

wabba ubba my cousin bubba
just playing and do some rubba dubba

hop in and join me in this bigga tubba
Obba kayba ready for my rubba

waita tilla the kids hear about our
new wabba ubba bubba clubba

hubba bubba fat albert my chubba 
youa bringa youra little yellow subba

youra going to sink our tubba
with all that blubba

hey hey hey watch out whatcha saybba
old weird Harold will dubba on that rubba 

while mushmouth and russell wait at the clubba
for dumb donald to finish that other tubba

Causea me lovesa all my chubbas 
givin fat albert thosea nicea rubba dubbas

Tribute To Fat Albert 
The Cosby Kids

Fat Albert Mushmouth Dumb Donald 
Russell Weird Harold Bill Rudy Buck 
Mudfoot The Brown Hornet Legal Eagle 


Details | Free verse | |


Waking up with fifteen warm strangers.
One with a cold, another with your clothes on.
Missing your toothbrush and your wife:
remembering that one of them is on the other side of the room.

Waking up in fifteen long minutes.
Finding your friends, remembering why you're here.
Leading up to an argument in the lounge:
but only about your jumper, and who's making coffee for the guests.

Waking up with fifteen coffee mugs.
One from the fridge, another full of sour wine.
Missing your mouth and the milkman:
relieved to know that one of them's still active at this late hour.

Waking up with fifteen best friends.
Black coffee. Lots of sugar makes amends.
Already planning the next visit to the house.
But only if it's summer, and who's going to do the guest list for a change? 

Details | Free verse | |


In my sixteens I used to go to Rockaway Park
on the A train made famous by Armstrong's song,
it had rides, small restaurants and a clean beach...
there I got golden brown with lots of cappertone.
I looked more handsome in a tan that boys envied,
and flexing my sexy body, I seduced many girls.

Back then in the late sixties, gals who whistled
to get a boy's attention was considered rude,
had they lived today, it would have been quite normal...
has any woman winked at you when you walked 
on the boardwalk or lay on a beach towel?
Don't be embarrassed because lifestyles change... 
and we must change, if we ought to fit in!

Sometimes romance or flirting didn't come that easily,
with a long face I hopped on the train and viewed 
the Jamaica Bay with its wild life unfolding before me...
the quietest place for a teenager who loved Nature;
and while many sunsets saw me spell-bound,
I hated to go back and live the mundane life, 
but at least I had gotten an adorable tan and looked hot! 

My completion is ruddy as Adam's was...what a healthy, attractive color!
It wont take much sunblock to get darker than those California guys...
what about the pretty girls seen on Baywatch? Pamela looks great in summer.
And crossing my fingers, I wish for one like that to excite my nights!

Details | ABC | |

Follow the Rules

For your safety and convenience, these rules are applied 
If you agree to follow them, welcome to the ultimate ride 
Ladies in front, men in back 
To keep the honey wagon clean, there will be no drinks or snacks 
You too could arrive to the parking lot in a ride that's so cool 
Just do one simple thing, follow the rules 
The honey wagon leaves promptly at three 
It cannot wait the driver is always in a hurry 
Sometimes the driver may not be here 
It is your sole responsibility to get to the gate, in the rules it is stated clear 
Everyone must disembark at the designated stop 
If you don't like it, get out and walk 
A dvd player will soon be installed for a movie on the way 
Soon all passangers will wonder, What's the movie today? 
Don't fall asleep, you may start to droole 
To avoid any chaos, you must follow the rules

Details | Free verse | |

Two: Babel On

The eclectic neglected feel so disrespected you know I wrecked it where ever I step -ed and you would, dismiss it? I'm brain fried a drain dried step up to my main eye in the middle of my seeing stones I see your tone, its mellowdrone Neglected eclectic you seem so collective it seems so effortless the celebrated, all frustrated because they can't get any more wasted or useless I won't waste it on you, another thought I know I can't break through your drought I know I can't prove to you, it's rotten that doing the right thing is toughest often I guess I'm neglected, come from the collective and consciousness is overrated for the freest all sleep naked.

Details | Light Poetry | |


to be in her arms is the only thing keeping me here to exist, her hair flowing in the wind, she slowly spins around, moving so elegantly not with the slightest sound, looking in my eyes hers suddenly spark, stumbling back and trip over bark, closing in closer i see shes sober, traveling to the bar eating mars candy bars, sniffing the air and pulls back, she slumps near the rack, nothing much to see then she has to pee

Details | Kimo | |

New Year Money

Pots full of collard greens and blackeyed peas
Are surely Superstition's
Tastiest traditions.

Details | Free verse | |

We burst into laughter

We all burst in to laughter at once rolling on the soft carpet with joy

I know I can always count on you, to be there for me when I need you
To hug me, when I need it
To make me smile, when I'm sad
To have a last minute sleepover, when I need a night to cry 
To take me to the movies when, my boyfriend breaks up with me
To talk on the phone for hours, when I need to complain about things
To go shopping with when I'm bored, to give me lunch when I forget mine
To play soccer with me, when I need to let out anger... even though you hate soccer
To listen to all of my millions of poems over the phone when we are supposed to be doing homework
To give me the answers to homework in the morning, because I was writing poetry instead
To kick anyone's butt who hurts me in anyway, especially those no good ex boyfriends
To know when I need to be alone, but always be there with a box of tissues and silly string just in case
And I hope you know... I am right there to do all those things for you, just like any real friend would
Because we are sisters, and we've got each others backs, even when the world is crashing down on us.

Dedicated to my three best friends, my true sisters, Alli, Abby, and Sarah.  I love you girls forever, through 
thick and thin, i know our friendship will never truly end.

Details | Free verse | |

How Do You Price a Smile?

Is it $1.99?
Or Mastercard's priceless?
I don't know....
But it's one way to grow...
To share a smile
No price too much...
Shows you have,
That human touch.

Details | Narrative | |


Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold! 

Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races, 
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?    

Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree, 
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."  

Getting into the Christmas spirit, 
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance; 
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

My Santa

I kinda gazed upon my santa
Picture today

Early in the morning

He truly looked divine

I feel I would be right in my
Comfort  zone

With my santa

But like most people like me

Have to take time to think on

My Santa has a great smile

The hair white long

Beard the same

Rosy  cheeks

Witty,fun and funny

I called him this morning the only

Thing I got was santa answering

It said
“Well the fish has quit biting to
Cold to go”

I’m in the woods cutting fire 

So,you know what to do

LOL...My santa my comfort


Oh, how I love my santa

Details | Limerick | |

Ruby, It Ain't Tuesday...

My dear darling Rube,
Just think, if you were
smokin' a doob
The poetic miles you could cross...
Yet your talent is there,
And I know just how rare
And I know that you care,
And now for words, I am at a  loss. 

Thanks, your fan, tom

Details | Quatrain | |


                                                  SMOKEY AND ME

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat,
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped his net,

That he had formed around our house,
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were his family.

From babyhood he was my ken,
He always slept with me,
We played for hours in the yard,
Beneath the old Oak tree.

We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree,
Played in my sand box too,
Imagine my surprise to find,
He used it for a loo.

Kitty cat and little girl,
Fought jungle wars, climbed trees,
And then we sailed the Seven Seas,
Buccaneers were we.

We'd hide behind the sofa,
The curtains or in the hall,
And wait in ambush for our prey,
We really had a ball.

My sister's boyfriend happened by,
One night as we were hiding,
I yelled,"Chaarge!" and Smokey leaped,
The boy knocked off the siding,

On the book case in the hall,
As Smokey climbed his leg,
And we were sent to bed that night,
'thout supper though I begged.

Incarcerated pirates we,
The game continued on,
We'd wait until they were asleep,
Then eat til it was gone.

Then we'd escape into the night,
With valuables they cherished,
We'd be away by early light,
Leaving the guard embarrassed.

                                                    Judy Ball

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a person called Dy

As the bus drove us to school 
& the talkative Dy continued to talk 
Never stopping, always bragging 
Holding the book, never studying 
Always would like to stand as bus 12 drove by 
She always laughs & smiles
Hitting the book on the chair, a million times
If the book would talk he would say: oh God burn me now 
Better than hell 
She continues to talk, looking at the Indians in a bus
Smiling & waving goodbye
As she plays with me the basketball & 
Hits a millions people’s head
She always buys 4 chips a day 
& eats a gum to calm her down 
She never accepts a joke
She always goes sad, & looks at the windows sun 
She swear she’d never forgive me for life
So I asked: does this include not talking ever?
She always brings her phone to school
& listens to the stupidest song ever made
Oh my cells are bored from this 
She always makes me laugh & 
Sometimes she makes me cry  
She loved a song for 2 continuous years 
Why is she so sensitive?
And I thought I’m the one 
Who complained I?!


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It is me 

Don't you see

I could of gone on any site

But God's timing made it right

It is friendship I have found

A kindred spirit in the written word

Encouragement and praise

Truly, an inspiration to me

It must be His plan

To show me wisdom of fellow man

To open my eyes and open my heart

To a new art

He created a poet, so new

And placed me among you

If  the Lord had a master plan

I truly, hope he is my biggest fan

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 ….

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Two A.M. Poem

I told a stranger about you last night
in a dim place
where people only need to know
the name of
what bottle they're drinking
no others really matter
all are seeking the same
its a cure
a temporary fix
after all  
who wants to be lonely tonite
the old gal I'm talking to
fancies me
I wish she'd quit rubbing my leg
she keeps buying me 
my tonic
mixed by a vixen who's shirt is too tight
she is sucking in my words
like a vampire
I told her all 
the passion and romance
all your talents
the beauty you have
how I let you down
and how you did it
without me
she ask questions
and I 
indulge in a full highlight
of your life
its 2am
the vixen behind the bar
turns the lights on
we know our time is up
the old gal and I
look in each others eyes
and she says,
I wish I was twenty years younger
you deserve better
than what you got 

Details | I do not know? | |


My poor dead frog
what has happened to you?
Jumping happily and eating
swimming the waters deep
you laughed and loved
dodged the cars and children
leapt on your lily-pads, smiled
you were complete
then I found you, free as 2-D
smashed and dried
lying stiffly in unmoving hands
on the pavement where I placed you
Snap! My camera says
You are dead but immortalised

Details | Rhyme | |

My dog is a scientist

My dog is a scientist
And thought I never see
I think he has a lab set up
Right underneath me

I sometimes see him reading
The paper on the floor
Mums says it’s all in my head
But I never can ignore

At night I hear noises
And see lights from below
He’s making something special
I really want to know

Then one day I heard a noise
Coming from outside
It was giant space ship
And my dog was there inside

He didn’t see me watching
But I don’t think that he thought
That anyone was watching
Or that he would get caught

The next morning I woke up
Lying in my bed
Had I been dreaming
Was it all in my head?

And then I saw the clue
That would give him away
His reading glasses on his head
As he slept that day

I gently woke him up
And showed the glasses there
He looked a little startled
I told him I didn’t care

He told me all dogs are scientists
And live on earth in disguise
And work on secret projects
As dogs are very wise

So next time look at your dog
Take a closer look
For it probably is a scientist
Reading that mechanical book!

Details | Limerick | |

Not My Way

A friend is what I am by night and day,
Regardless of what other people say,
Oh, the good thing you must note, 
Is that peace and love I sought,
So sleep well, I take not your wife away! 

Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Art Of Dancing ... ' (Part 1 of 2)

‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
If You’re Breathing – You Ain’t Still
Check Your Heartbeat and It Will …

Dance … Into A Fantasy
Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come and Do A Dance With Me

Dancing … is Good Exercise
Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life
Dancing … is A Natural High
You Can Do It … If You Try …

… Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet
Get ‘em Moving to The Beat
Back, Arms, Hands, Hips
Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip

Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce
Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce
Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast
Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz !

Dancing … is A Form of Joy
Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy
Keep The Music, Playing Please
Honey … Just Look At Your Knee !

When I Dance … I Come Alive !
Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive
Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle
Tango, or Step – Side to Side

Innocent – Interaction
Expression – Satisfaction
Set-it-in Motion … You and I
… Aaw, Just Look At That Guy

Oh ! … I See You’re Moving Now !
… thought You Didn’t Know How ?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! …
You Dance ‘bout as Good as Me ! …

Supper-Club, or in My Room
At Your House … or Under The Moon
If I Hear A Real-Good Tune …
You Will Know, I’m Dancing Soon

… Dance … Into A Fantasy
         Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee

Posted for:  Jared Pickett, ‘Cause I Know
       He Loves To Dance… (Smile)


Details | I do not know? | |

I'll Miss You

I'll miss you at night,
and even through the day,
I'll miss you when I read a book,
and sometimes when I see a play,
I'll miss you whenever I can't think of what to say,
I'll miss you because you're sweet,
and always full of joy,
I'll miss the way you inspire me to write a funny poem,
I'll miss you when you're gone,
and not here anymore,
Most of all I'll miss you a lot,
and that's what this poem is for

Details | I do not know? | |

Say it, not spray it

(This is a fictional poem)

My cousin spits lots of saliva when he talks.
If you're near him, you'll slip on the floor when you walk.
If he's standing on dirt, he turns it to mud.
If he talks too long, he causes a flood.
People are getting tired of being covered with spit.
I'll kick his ___ if he doesn't learn to say it, not spray it.

Details | I do not know? | |

Meeting You

I saw a small photograph of you
Being intrigued I wanted to write
What would I say what would I do
To make this appealing without any hype 

What can I offer, will you think “who”?
And say out loud “go fly a kite” 
I have to think hard, this is all new
I have to be cleaver with all my might?

I’ll introduce myself…without further ado? 
Where is that bright bulb of light?
I’m nervous, my lips are turning blue
Something is happening did something ignite?

I could always take her out for a brew
I see it; I see it to my delight
Just be myself and I’ll pull through
Be clever, honest and polite

Don’t say things that aren’t true
I can't breath my face is white
Be sincere through and through
Hopefully she won’t think I’m a fright
And let me take her out for that brew.

Details | Ballad | |

Beer Money, Wine Taste

If you could read my mind you'd know that I'd never talk
And if I could stretch a mile you'd know that I'd never walk
But I've got to get up to go to work to my nine to five
To keep the pace in this rat race I have to survive
But this minimum wage pay will never help me out Lord
So I need more cause I want more than I can afford

Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes
With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo

I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face
Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait
But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste
Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste
So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace
With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste         (Chorus)

But my money and my patience's short, the line is long 
And when things start looking right in life what's left is wrong
I need extra strength this and I need fast relief that
Someone call western union hurry cause I need some cash
To pay my debts and all my bills, I'm planning to buy a lot
Because I'm always wanting something that I just don't got

Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes
With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo

I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face
Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait
But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste
Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste
So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace
With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste         (Chorus)

I need designer hats and jeans,
A limousine on the scene
To keep up with the Jones;
I need some precious stones.
I want to be in the spotlight
In restaurants day and night
With the means to these ends nonstop;
I wanna be filthy rich so I can shop.


Details | Acrostic | |

Home Improvement ... (acrostic)

Here I am

Pals to
May be
Not just
This temporary accomodation.

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The perfect dessert for me.
For it has the perfect texture , so consistent throughout.
It's gelatinous yet doughy body that is so sweet to the soul , tongue and mouth.
So beautiful and understating  just like the  perfect spouse.
But Pardon my manners If sometimes I wish to touch you with my hands and skip even using the spoon or  fork.
Skip from I got to wait till you're done, to I can't wait to have some  more.
Have had memories of you and I since back when grandmamma wasn’t so old,
and all I had to do was worry about what my abuelitos and parents told me.
When I finally saw you , suga it was like a dream come true.
Even if I was heavier than I should’ve been at 8 ,I would always take care of you.
And please listen to what I say because it’s only natural that as a former fat boy my words would also carry much weight.
There are so many types of you.
 I've had the worst and the one's in between worse and in between.
But I've matured enough to expand my sense of taste and have acquired more than one sweet tooth.
But to only find out they don't even compare to you.

With your culinary curves it's almost as If I dishonored you with my failed homemade homages.
But can you blame my senses if I feel cozy around you?
Even though my comfort is  only due to your confection,
you will always have my attention due to the enjoyment I feel in your presence,
For that I'' always say please and thank you.
With that cherry on top I just can't wait.
And I’ll see you, I’ll be picking you up at my abuelitas at eight.
I'll my bring my taste buds and you bring yourself.
But don't you worry about left over crumbs,
because I always clean my plate.

Details | Narrative | |


is the name of my wild
and incorrigible cat...
down the stairs she scurries
to keep intruders off my door; 
and she, with her sharps claws,
challenges the most vicious dogs,
who would like a match
on my newly carpeted floor...
without letting me breaking up the fight!  

eat your food and grow strong,
they will be back with their groan,
but your meows won't do much;
let me teach you how to win a fight
and keep them off for good...
more faith you must have in me!
come here and jump in my lap;
Faberette...there's  no need for fright!

They haven't bothered you for a week now,
they must have sensed a change indeed;
and like friendly dogs they play and crawl,
instead of pulling off your spotted fur!
And cautiously you mingle with them with minimal fear...
can cats and dogs in friendship suceed?
But a word of caution I should make you aware of,
not all of them can change
and remain tame for long...
Faberette, be slicker than they are!

on my leather couch lies
under a warm blanket...
I pat her, and her feline eyes
flash the warmest glow; and I couldn't be
more proud of this wonderful pet,
keeping me company and share moments of joy!
And on her birthday, I even buy her a kitten toy!
O Faberette,
my adorable cat!


Details | I do not know? | |


Fate. A strange key
there on the board
do you see.the door.

"F8.two explore..."

Blue seas, know more.
~You said hi to me?
Counted your binary.too
Know hex
nod the mask
Know dec
count the glass and...
the cards.two
~yes. "dos amigo...."
~little kitten
Eight spoke to you.

One.Trip in the chip
set! How fun.d;
Can you giggle.with me...
Wiggle in the
Dance in the pixel.ease
;p my little smiley...
I come.and O!Please!

It's Me...
at the knees.


Details | I do not know? | |

if heaven only knew?

how i norma jay felt about you;thered be no earthly struggles or wars on higher 
plains;theyd be nothing but angels galloping in and out of the rain of a cloudy 
dispelled sky;if heaven only knew my international poetry ladys name;but they 
sang it out loudly and broadcastingly,then they came to shout it out on our 
land;just the same was it you! they stated in a live reframe;who is the one norma 
jays loves so truley,she has wrote it in her own blood,sweat and her rendered 
weeping tear stains;if heaven only knew!how i felt about you;life would'nt be so 
tough at now would of it,they the members there should of 
rearange her brokened harp toward a different view;mr delrick;hum!

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state of silence

when an ambitious hand 
and a rushing mouth 
cast a canopy of ramblings 
or utter distress 
and anxiety spoills the ground,
the state of silence
 from she we think is a fool
 is an answer to wisdom 
and a conquerer of might
for where does the slow movement of a cat leads the ratty rat?

Details | Free verse | |


Cute mispronunciations
And fit characteristics
From young loved ones
And close family and friends
Stick with some for life
Like familiar stones
Embedded in earth

Details | Sonnet | |

New Year Tag - Spenserian Sonnet

T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!

Comment:  I was tagged by Katherine Stella.  Hello Lynn, this is especially for 
you.  Happy New Year!  Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you 
enjoy to tag.  NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows: 
ABABBCBCCDCDEE.  The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four 
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the 
main idea or proposing an alternative view.  Isn’t this fun!!!

Details | Free verse | |

Rhoda not Rhonda

Rhoda not Rhonda
like the Rhoda from Mary Tyler Moore
but even more like Rhoda from "Rhoda"
any way Rhoda wrote a poem
i said Rhoda wrote a poem not Rhoda poem
"Who's Rhoda Rhoda Poem?"
NO! i said; Rhoda wrote a poem
"Rhoda Rhoda Poem. that's catchie"
never mind

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Please Note

Please email all challenge response to, as well as 
posting,  thanks

Details | I do not know? | |

Your Little Brown Car

The first time I saw you,
In that little brown car,
To be honest,
I didn't think it would get you very far.
But you were just so proud,
And I didn't want to be mean,
The fact of the matter is,
I just didn't like the dumb thing.
It wasn't 'cuz it was a Toyota,
Or the fact that it was old,
But you were driving way too fast...
Or so I was told.
Then one day you showed up,
And said the car had rolled.
It really freaked me out,
And it really made me think,
What if something happened, and he was gone in a blink?
Then finally I realized,
That you would be alright,
'cuz I hoped and prayed to God,
To watch you every night.
You started leaving your car,
So you could stay a little longer,
Then I began to like your "Turd-mobile"
And my love for you grew stronger.
You started coming every day,
The funniest thing though I thought,
Was that parts of your car fell in my driveway,
And now half your car I've got.
But then you sold your little car,
It's down by Maplewood Lake,
And now I miss seeing your car,
In the morning when I wait,
for the bus to come and pick me up,
And take me to the school.
But now that we're apart,
That little car is locked up,
In a small room in my heart.
I'd do anything to have it,
In my driveway again someday,
And to have you love me once again,
In the very same way.

Details | I do not know? | |


A Question of Chi…
I see. A man once known to me,
By the name of G.
His Madness,
On my Path.notes,
So float in my mind.
Playful and kind,
His voice on the wind…
Passed his Way on April's day.
I read the headline say...
With an ache and a chill,
I read, his heart was still…
S’okay, my mind say…
His voice has come this way….
Soke. A Do.

"...I left you my Lotus, Lion.Ness..."

What do I ride and who do I see.
Spyder come by to sit with me.
Gord.So guard I'll be. the Wind,
In the Guardian Sea.
Are you courting insanity...
Or is that just Me?

Details | Rhyme | |

Could it be? Was the question

Could it be? Not to sound too poetic
That I’m alone, unwanted and pathetic

Well if we sum all the facts in our hand
Then we may find near the answer we’ll land

Well I am as we speak writing poetry
Something that should be left to Pete Doherty

Or maybe a libertine of days gone by
For they understood romance would not die

Could it be? Was the question asked
Thus my self worth is diminishing fast

You see I feel a shadow of my forma
And I’ll try see if I can inform ya

My phone rarely bleeps or dose shudder
For my life has seen much more colour

It was much more red, yellow, green too
If I’m honest now it’s much more blue

They used to say I was “man about town”
Always a wink, a smile. No frown

The tail is classic, once a light burning bright
And now it has faded I give up the fight

Hang on! Bleep, bleep check inbox
Reads: Phil get to the party tonight rocks.

Details | Free verse | |


“Wait! Wait!! Wait now Driver !!!
Your passengers still dey down
Which kain Driver be dis sef?
Those ladies never enter abi?”
Passengers stood up echoing angrily
Some hitting hard at the snail-like Marcoppolo
Alas! The man behind the wheel paused.

The left passengers rushed in 
All ranging with anger
Alhaja’s fury got to the crescendo
She was fell twice before hooking up
To the cat-walking moving house.

Pacing up and down inside it
The man still raining abuses on all we 
And the one who conducts him joined   
The Alhajas, they harassed to our chagrin.
Unto the ears of the Boss of the Man
Behind the wheel she beckons
“ He must pay dearly for this”
She echoes, trying not to sob.

At the very park of the vehicle in Zaria
The Alhajis . . . we and others complained
That a slow mad man was wheeling our lives
We want him no more to wheel our lives 
There comes the change of the Driver
As we all laughed and giggled to Kaduna.

Alayande Stephen. T
21st of July, 2006

Details | Light Poetry | |

Pork Chop's Bleu's

Pork Chop sat at the table
Cornbread joined him too…
Waiting for Tee-Lee to pick Cecile,
So all could entertain with their muse…
Tee-Lee began to pick Cecile, 
Cornbread caught up with his muse ~
Pork Chop stood up on his heels…
All whirled in time to Cecile’s tunes;
And wailed to the Pork Chop bleu’s…

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Elevator Ride

Walking down a long corridor
In the hosiptal on the first floor
Just going to visit a friend
Hoping for him its not the end

A person in gray in same hallway
Coming from the opposite
Side, enter the elevator
With us he abides

Going up he ask us
I am planning on that
When my eyes clear
I see that EMS shirt he wears

Just making small  converstion
He ask if we are all right
I say yes, why are you
Looking for customers tonight

(Sorta of Rhyme)

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Details | Rhyme | |

Is it You or Me

Maggie my friend, I'm back again
My squirrels are frozen in their den,
I must not be as you say,
Or they'd not be frozen in today.
If I shined I'd go to New York
And peddle it for more than a buck.
But I’d then have taxes to pay
And my shine would surely go away
So I took another track
To try and get off of your back
But I lost my way, for you see
 The sun was in my eyes 
And the winds kept pushing me

I’ll take a stand here and now
Michaela Payne, You’re tagged I vow.

			Cile Beer

Details | Free verse | |

If I could.

 I would climb the highest mountain,for you
 if you asked me to.
 I would swim the ocean for you,
 if only I could.
That sounds all well and good,
there is some thing I have not told you.
A mountain I can not climb,
I hate looking down,
an ocean I can not swim,
water is definitely not my thing.
I would build a house for you but
I can not promise it will stand,
when it comes to do it yourself
I have two left hands.
How about I sing for you
not a good idea,
my voice is so high
I could shatter your glass from here.
There must be some thing I can do
to show how I feel about you.
I will dedicate this poem to you,
now that is some thing I can do.

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imma triplethreat

ima triplethreat
im clamin the flame
and during ice age
i was the comet that came
))))HIT IT(((

Details | Blank verse | |

Just wanted to, you know, get to know you.

There's this girl that I only known for like three days.

"She's a good catch bro, I mean she will give you some play."

Yeah that's what my friends say.

But I heard so much about her, but we really never met.

until one night I saw her and I was hooked, just like that.

But I'm not the type of dude that just talk to a girl to get in they pants.

I just wanted to get to know shorty, you understand what I'm sayin'?

So our 2nd meetin' we start to talk.

A little flirtin' back to back, I knew it was a good start.

So I was like, "Look ma. lets be real."

She said, "What do you mean?"

I said, "I know you feelin' me a little, I don't know why but you seem like a girl that 
really need a nice guy."

She smiled and said, "Sure you right, but you just met me um last night? Dang I 
sometimes do that on dudes."

I smiled and said "Dang, what you mean? I'm goin' tell you now I'm nowhere near 
like any other dudes."

She laughed and said, "Oh true, but hms what you tryin' do?"

I said, "I'm tryin' you know, get to know you."

Details | Heroic Couplets | |


Mush and Bush are bosom friends
Former borrows, latter lends
Bush-Mush, Mush-Bush
The alliance, awkward and abstruse -
To everyone
The pair both confuse and amuse
The former stalwart, latter a dwarf
Former tickles, latter laughs

Bushy with Mushy flirts and blurts:
“I dump my dollar in dictator’s dustbin
He is military ruler, my king-pin
For him I’m ready to commit any sin
you understand what I mean.
“Mushy, use my dollar for proxy war in J & K
And with it you can in power stay
Mushy, I love you, I love you
My dictator friends are but few
Mugabe is not a guy like you
A paranoid in my view
See how often against me poison he spew
My exchequer is for you to plunder
And commit blunder after blunder
Please keep AL Qaeda under check
For that take from me blank check
Capture that vagabond waif Osama
And in return
take from me whole Oklahama
Seven eleven is burning blob on my skin
Mushy, you understand what I mean.

Mushy mumbles and himself humbles:
Bushy, I love you, I love you
I have faithful friends but few
Our friendship is most uncanny
I assure you honey
Your exchequer is my pocket money
As a kid, my father never gave me so much money
As you’ve given me, my honey
Bushy I love you. I love you
I have no lucrative friend save you
You are my best friend in my view
Our friendship will go down in history
As an unsolved mystery.   

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Best Friends Forever

You are my best friend,
Until the very end.
We acted liked cake and ice cream,
So thick and so thin.
In Autumn, we played together,
Until the leaves off the tree began to decay.
We also keep in touch. And our houses weren't far away.
We both went to same school and classes,
But our love for our classmates never lasted.
No one can come between you and me. 
Because we are friends until infinity.
Nothing can separate me from your love you showed.
Now, that you aren't here,
There are debts that I must owe. 
Just wish that the good times were still here,
And we can still laugh and spread some cheer

Details | Bio | |

How to Pay Your Bills (Part Two)

'And if I did find, that I....
Were soon to become, 
An enemy of her's...
I'd seek Osama's deepest cave,
And say, "Move over, dear cuz!!!"...
She has been,
Through it all,
And she don't "Sheet"!!...
And abides no fool,
Or their gall,
She takes no prisoners,
This I swear...
So don't get her angry,
Don't think to challenge her,
Or out of your chest...
Your heart she'll tear,
So no matter how brave you are,
Or how much you might wish,
Someday to be,
Or someday aspire to dare...
Don't make the mistake,
Of thinking you haven't a care...
Because you'll find yourself,
And in a blinding flash,
You'll find yourself,
Under the gun...
Yes!!!  It's a drunkard's dream...
If I ever did see one!!!"

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The Gothic Perfumer

The dear old heart had an infectious laugh.
He'd capture the hearts of many a fair
maiden with his Baroque style and charm.
Like the magician uncle in the Narnia
books he'd be mixing and brewing potions
till the wee hours of the morning.
Fine port,Ramstein + Greek music blaring 
from the stereo.
White fluffy dogs + white cat matched the
Maestro's own Riccoco coiffure.
His guest waiting list was as long as
the red logie carpet.
Admiring female fans would always try to
take  over his lab to sharpen it.
Till someone once said "Dear Sir would
you ever find the right partner and 
settle down?"
With a twinkle in his eye and a little
Smile he said "Of course!"and gave a
little Buddha bow.

Details | I do not know? | |

Doggone blue

I’m so lonesome, ever since, you went away
Every morning, I look out, the skies are grey
There’s no sunshine, here to warm me, and
I’m chilled right to the core
I don’t know if, I can take this any more

This old house is, just one big, empty space
I’m so restless, and I feel, so out of place
There’s no loving, when I wake up, from
A long and sleepless night
It’s so peaceful, and lord that just aint right

Think I’ll go out, and find me, a new best friend
Maybe this one, will stay, to the very end
We’ll go walking , every morning, and
At night we’ll cuddle up
So tomorrow, gonna buy me a pup

Details | Rhyme | |

My Fickle Love

You nuzzle up to me, rub on my leg.
I pay no attention as you cry and beg.

I look away, continue my chore.
You come back again, crying still more.

Sometimes you want me.
Sometimes you care less.
My head is 'a spinnin
From all this distress.

When I want to hold you
You run like the devil.
Will we ever get 
On a good friendship level?

That is my story.
It had to be told.
My love's a hungry kitty cat
Sitting by his empty bowl.

Once his little belly's fat
He's happy and content.
He'll look my way, then walk away
He's quite a snotty gent!

Details | I do not know? | |

A Wall et

One little line, two little lines,
three the Lions, four....

"... he wanted four more..."
"... In the green room,
under the floor ..."
"... where's the cornerstone,
to the wall..."

Get a pen. And paper too.
Draw these lines, like I teach you.
Then take some dimes,
Start. "On the One",
Slide them over
To the points on
the sun.One to One.
Can you run?

Forty years and forty knots,
I came to be from a game of dots.
So I took the dimes, drew the lines
and remembered the game once more.
A game of mind, taught in rhyme,
and the last dot left,
is the door.
4T For. and more....

"little mint for your tea... dear"
CIAO as in 'hello? write hear?'

Details | I do not know? | |


to be silly and true
to be the only times when around you.
to feel no worry
no sadness coming through.
only happiness and giddiness
to be absolutely silly and not care.
waltzing through the crowded places
singing the Doom song.
who knows what is to be
can't hide my emotions when your near.
either in my thinky place or yours
craziness how things work out.
never to be expected
who would have thought?

Details | Narrative | |

I Hold No Fear

Tomorrow comes and oh God how it goes!
Do I care, why should I lend all of my spares? 
I’ll never know what tomorrow holds!
“Oh my”, how could I, what is it that I need to do?
Blessed by God, sure he loves me but what about you?
Why today and why tonight I really don’t care! 
I know that I love me no matter what my eyes can see!
Take it all but hold the very last thought that we share! 
My God, My God how I hope you all know what it is that you truly believe!
“Oh my”, capture and redeem my mind!
Complete my being that lives alive inside of me!
God you love me, these eyes have no doubt with that which they can see!
“God”, you know you have done all of this to me! 
Oh how you have loved these things that I can see!
Sheltered, protected, yet, condemned by that which I know you believe!
If I could, I think that I would, but oh God how I do stand here!
Come and get me with all of that, which I know you believe! 
Please God, just come take my all of me! 
I am still here my Lord and I hold no fear!
Tomorrow, hmm just another day for me to believe!
Oh well! Guess I’ll just have to see it through!
Ask me anything and I will tell you! 
I think we all know what it is that we should do!
Escaping the reality of what really should be, 
Oh God, I am so very here do you know what tomorrow will be? 
I’m still here my Lord and I am holding absolutely no fear!
Each morning the Sun rises to approach a brand new day. 
No doubt that I do love me!
Embraced with the thought that you have come just for me, 
I’m engulfed with this moment that I have finally achieved.
Oh my, I know that I could because I am coming to you. 
Where are you my Lord I just need to be so very near!
God you do love me! Oh how I knew that you always would! 
I’ve walked so many miles with you each and every single day, 
And I am still right here my Lord and I hold no fear!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Man That Buys Tampons

So many men won't do it.
They have to hide their head.
If they must go...please let God know
he'd like to be struck dead.

Of course the store is crowded
It has to be that way...
How could this trip get any worse? 
'Hey there! ' The neighbors say.

But if you only saw yourself
through other women's eyes, 
you'd see a thoughtful, caring man
that fills their heart with sighs.

When a man can go buy tampons
and not care if he's seen, 
he must be a true sweetheart....
or else SHE' S REALLY MEAN! 

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who needs a map

on one on-ramp, off another,
     getting lost is our fetish.
left turn instead of right, 
     makes the night go faster.
Who needs a map when you've got a full tank of gas!

four brand new tires on a gravel road,
     getting lost is our forte.
toll booths, 
     even more confusion.
Who needs a map when you've got a full tank of gas!

address of the restaurant,
     right exit wrong turn.
one way streets,
     we always need the other direction.
Who needs a map when you've got a full tank of gas!

first date jitters,
     two wrong turns made us miss the first two songs.
wedding night,
     never should have listened to drinking family members.

Getting lost is when we get along the best!!!

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Toothie's Wild Turkey

It always seemed year after year
When Thanksgivin’ time came near—
That Toothie, our ol’ grouch coosie
Fixed chow that was a doozie.

And every year he just swore
Would be better that before—
‘Course it always was just jerky
And not tasty wild turkey!

This year Toothie was diffident—
Swore it would be different—
Got mouths waterin’ fer drumsticks
And no more of his dumb tricks.

And sure ‘nuff on that turkey day,
It was roastin’ right away—
Though it sure looked long and skinny—
We wouldn’t whine or whinny.

Though it did seem to have long ears,
None of us had any fears—
And we belched as was our habit
Though we knew it was jack rabbit!

That feast turned out to be our best
On a campfire I would guess—
Ol’ Toothie sure enough came through
With his roasted ‘turkey’ stew.

So it would be a year again
Till that coosie was our friend—
When he promised again the bird
And we took him on his word! 

Details | I do not know? | |

Funny bunny and teddy bear

Funny bunny was a nosy one
Always out looking for fun
Never staying in his nest
He's always searching for a quest
Little funny bunny was lost in the woods
He was playing not watching like he should
He hears a noise just up ahead
He's kind of scared and filled with dread 
As he sits and waits to see what there
He sees the tail of a teddy bear
Starting to hop quickly as he could
He stops to wonder if teddy's good 
That little funny bunny was scared 
Not sure he dared talk to teddy bear
By the time teddy bear walked on passed
Funny bunny decided to go home at last
Funny bunny knew he was through with his quest
Time to go home and snuggle with the rest
Cheryl L MacDonald

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Sam Kinison

(Dedicated to Sam Kinison who died in a car crash on April 10, 1992.)

Kinison was short and he was loud.
When he raised his voice, he'd always draw a crowd.
A teenager was responsible for his death.
I can't believe what the boy said as Kinison took his final breath.
He said "My _______ truck"' that was all he cared about.
Kinison's voice was silenced forever, we would never again hear him shout.
He may have been loud but he had a good heart and he was generous.
He was a very funny man who loved to entertain us.

Details | I do not know? | |

Maybe I'm A Cornball

My friends call me a cornball.
They think I'm such a nut
just because I speak my mind 
and say it from my gut.

If I'm happy I will tell them
'Oh man, life sure is great! '
But when I'm sad I make a point
to just communicate.

My heart has been an open book
for as long as I could speak.
I feel the need to 'get it out'.
Does that make me a geek? 

Go ahead, call me a cornball.
That's good enough for me.
I just can't hide my feelings
but, that's what makes me... ME! 

Details | Ballad | |

Bubba Spent the Night

Our son asked can a friend stay over
He just moved here from dover
The friend says tonight's Friday, usually we have pig's innards
He says my name is Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones, after he stutters out his 
name, it's time for dinner
But you can call me Bubba, he seems very polite
I pray no nightmares as Bubba spends the night
I tell him we are having Makerel Cakes and Mac and Cheese
He says I will take four cakes and two helpings if you please
Boy you sure do have an appetite
I tell my son our budget won't allow Bubba to ever again spend the night
Soon dinner is over and Bubba still wants to eat
I grab a funnel and melted bacon fat and tell him to have a seat
He says we eat fatback soup sometimes on a weekday
He tells me the doctor tells his whole family, that sometime their arteries will turn 
to clay
bubba says I don't eat for calories, I eat for taste
I tell Bubba, if you keep eating like that you will become hazardous waste
He laughs and cheers in delight
This all happened when Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones spent the night
At 2 am he asks for a snack
I give him a sleeve of Ritz crackers and a pound of Monterey Jack
I hand him a jar of Grey Puopon
He says after I eat this, there may be trouble in your john
He smiles and asks for a Diet Coke
I try to watch my health, I don't drink or smoke
Eight more hours, then our budget will be alright
He asks when is the next time I can spend the night

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Great Photo Tag Show!!!

Taking photographs is really great
 Ideally this snapper has such taste
  Moved between Oakland and DC
   So that’s the way it’s gonna be 
    By diving into his poetic blog
     Will undo your writer’s clog
      Read his lines and you will find
       Every syllable is truly refined
        With words of hope for the soul
         Leaves the reader with stories untold
          Yes, William poetry also has zest 
           Now he is being put to the real test
            Hello my friend William Jones
             We are here to pick some bones
              You better raise the white flag
               Because you have just been tagged!

Comments:  Okay Bill, I was tagged by Carol Brown.  As a result, I have to pass 
the tag along.   Your name is on the top of the list.  Your poetry is just wonderful!  
Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag that poet with 
a poem.  Man, aren’t we having fun!  Chau!

Details | Quatrain | |

Raise a Glass for Cheer

To you my friends, I raise this glass
of love, good will and cheer.
For, may we meet again, for laughs,
at this same place next year.

Fear not the passing on my friends,
should you, not then, appear.
For, we will fill a glass for you
at your setting every year.

For, if you show in spite of death,
to raise a glass for cheer,
well my good friends, I say to you,
“you won’t catch me here, next year!”

Details | Couplet | |

Heads Up!

    You just don't play well with others,
had no sisters,had no brothers.
Also you have seven heads.......
in shades of blues and pinks and reds.

  Makes you rather hard to pair,
with someone nice  for you to share,
     life and love and poetry.

  Good thing all my heads agree...
that they like you ,
                  yes they do.....
     (except for maybe one or two)

Details | I do not know? | |

Demeter Dear

Am I early?
Curly whirly Sue...
Created me and
The Redhead too.

Sunshine the line,
Her fingers typed,
EnterWine d eLight.
Return to fLight.
On the Right Time.
Founded.The Kind Time.
Love on.Time.

".....Demeter is easily confused with Gaia or Rhea, and with Cybele. The goddess's
epithets reveal the span of her functions in Greek life. Demeter and Kore ("the maiden")
are usually invoked as to theO ('"The Two Goddesses"),..."

G.oodeeS GoodSea
a.s what it can be!
m.atter. only
e.ver changes....


W.hirly bird...
E.arly birdy...
L.ittle BaTMitten.Kitten?
C.atches the worm... but she never ate it.
O.phi, you see, said wait til Three.
M.erry, this Maiden...
e.nergized.... ;)

Like in a code of MorshMores...
~DeMeter is THREE.d;

Gratitude, the Attitude, for Healing our Waters. Inner, Earthly too.

Details | I do not know? | |


(This is a fictional poem)

You're making a peanut butter sandwich with sardines.
That's one of the grossest things I've ever seen.
Now you're putting marshmallows and gravy on it too.
I'm going to call the funny farm on you.

Details | Free verse | |


Revelation crept in slowly
Followed by agitation strongly
Adapted into confusion truly
But with no execution cheaply

Alhaja dusted the air loudly
An Alhaji committed on her lap touchery
With no sense of remorse mildly
For the Aboki confessed openly 
The passengers court drilled him thoroughly
An attaché got attached to a lap proudly.

More dust were thrown up funnily
As I became an accused unknowingly 
Minds became agitated seriously
As we all laugh over it unconsciously.

Alayande Stephen. T
21st of July, 2006

Details | I do not know? | |

A Good Friend

Finding a good friend is hard,
A good friend is a friend that is loyal,
That will be there when you need them the most,
A friend that is willing to share secrets,
A friend that will help you through tough problems,
A friend that you can help when they need you,
A friend that you can depend on,
A friend who you can trust,
But last of all you have to be a good friend to have one

Details | Rhyme | |

Why I Put Pen To Paper (A Poet's Prayer)

Some of my poems may bring a tear to your eye
And some of them may make you cry
But that is why I write
To help family and friends get through the night
And to keep them company 
Until the first rays of the daylight

Some of my poems are funny
But isn't that better than the ones that make your nose runny?!
However--I don't have any about the Easter Bunny...

Most of my poems are about The Man who died on Calvary
Who bled and died upon the tree
So we can live with Him in Heaven for all Eternity

But regardless--have a nice Resurrection Day!
That is all I have to say to you today
'Cept for I hope one day with your company--
I hope to have a payday...Hey what can I say?!

Anyway--that is why I put pen to paper
To tell everyone about My Lord and Saviour

Nighty Night Night--before you go to sleep tonight
Why don't you get on your knees to pray?
Now rest your weary head and go to bed
Turn off the light...
And sweet dreams--'fore you know it--
It will be daylight!

The Desk of Pamela
The Poet Who Knows It!!!

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Ryerson, You Rascal ... '

     Silver-Glint, Smart-Gentleman
Graciously-Handsome, (Good-Lookin’)
       An Eyesight-Satisfaction
   Sight-For-Sore-Eyes Attraction
Real Sweet, and Sense of Humor Too
Like Bud-Light, This Tribute’s For You
Down In The Delta, Spoutin’ Poetry Better
Than An Alligator, Trying To Keep His Leather
And Just As Tough, When He’s Had Enough
‘ like That Nosy Neighbor, Talking ‘bout His Stuff ’
    He’s gonna put Her in a Scary Movie Too
                And When He Do…
 Wish I Could See It, On His Porch-Preview
    (  … Ryerson, You Rascal, You ! …)

 Hey, Buddy, Pal (smile)  From Poet-Gal
     Just Because, You're You ....


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To those of you who showed concern, thanks, but it was merely an attempt at 
humor; how some would be glad to shut me up....thanks again, tom

Details | Rhyme | |

Swag, Lag, Gag OH! Tag!

Maggie, Maggie, my dear friend
Read my last poem and the truth is out
All the kind words you did say 
Were for naught upon this day
I strained my brain now it is blank
I am straining and straining 
Just to come up with Thanks
Now let me see, what is the games name?
Swag, lag, jag, oh yeah tag
Now what word is there that rhynes with tag?
Oh Yes, Mag, I just tagged ya Mag.

What, Wow, I just work up! 

It's Margaret Okubo!
Now what should I do? 
I'll just say I tagged you
And apologize too.

                    Cile Beer

Details | Etheree | |

Etheree Who?

Not Who.
Yes, Etheree!
A poetry form.
Are you sure? She's Foreign?
What country is she from then?
No Not foreign. A poem Type.
Oh I can't type either. She can type?
I'll call you back when Etheree leaves then!

Details | Rhyme | |

Little Boy Blue

When Little Boy Blue
Didn't tend the sheep
He was under the haystack
With Little Bo Peep
And when the cows
Were in the corn
He totally forgot
To blow his horn

Details | Couplet | |

Turkey Time (for Don Meikle)

White meat or dark, or in between
I don't care, just so it's lean                                                                           
My personal favorite is the wings                            
And gravy made with those gibbly things                    
I also like the" parson's nose"
Not many people would serve you those                                             
Mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie
That's mighty good eatin' my, oh, my
With family and friends gathered round
We say a prayer, then all chow down
There's so many cakes and pies and such
It' just soooooo easy to eat too much
As the last left-over is put away
I thank everyone for a wonderful day
We should honor the dead, celebrate the living
Don't you wish every day could be...

Details | Rhyme | |

Another Birthday

Another birthday's come around this year.
Edging closer to middle age, I fear.

You've got the glasses for your reading.
I wonder where all this is leading.

Soon you'll be in the rocking chair,
Losing much of your graying hair.

The granny dresses you wear some days
Will soon be appropriate for always.

No more cookies for you to eat.
They'll go to your hips with a single treat.

You'll be begging to take a rest,
And also endure the dreaded stress test.

Now for a more serious line or two.
I wish a happy birthday just for you.

Good health and spirits I pray you possess,
For you deserve nothing less.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Test Tickles...

Hey you... is this, your shoe?

One little riddle, two little riddle,
three the riddles, For...

five little riddles, six little riddles,
then seven said,
eight more...

I was about to stop,
look through this door,
til the ninth little riddle
said, Come. 2 the dance floor...

Get your watch. On.
Time to play, Long.
My name you say...
Did you think it wrong?

One day I cried,
thought I had died and
Called my dad to the door.
"What's my name...
this is insane...
Tell me father. More."

With your name?
You can bet,
It's been One,
and the same.

We brought you here,
as baby then, without your jade
you lost back when,
time was slow and a wind was low,
to the ground. It flew...
Through the balcony
and over the sound....
I watched you.
Saw your expression too.
Saw that sight inside of you.
We changed your name.
Started the game, with codes
on a lovely Summer day.

"Do you remember girl,
how to play?"

A test.Tickles...

Details | I do not know? | |

You're living high on the hog

(This is a fictional poem)

You are a jerk and you have a lot of nerve.
You got food poisoning which is what you deserved.
You stole twenty eggs out of my hen house.
You did it because you are a cheap louse.

The eggs turned out to be rotten and you regretted eating that food.
When you had your stomach pumped, you sued.
That damn judge awarded you a quarter of a million dollars.
He found me in contempt of court when I cussed and hollered.

I had to sell my farm and give you the money.
When I get my hands on that judge, he won't think it's so funny.
You're wearing great clothes because Armoni is your tailor.
You're living high on the hog while I'm living in an old abandoned trailer.

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A dumb officemate landed a promotion but not me,
it's alright, it was not based on good looks anyway.

I am grossly underpaid but come to think of it it's okay,
I cannot be relying on this damn oil company's charity.

I wrote many songs that no one buys even for a dime,
perhaps, like Van Gogh, I was born ahead of my time.

Got into karate and my opponent broke my collarbone,
well, even the great Ali's jaw was busted by Ken Norton.

It did not hurt a bit at all, not amounting to a scratch,
although it was like a kick landing right on the crotch.

A woman turned me down but it was clearly her loss,
crazy not falling for a guy who looked like Tom Cruise.

I admit my poems stink, sorely lacking any meaning,
but Joe's are even worse, not amounting to anything! 

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The Art Of Growing Old

As the days become shorter and cooler,
   And my age climbs a little farther up the ruler.
Life has taken on a new and wonderful meaning.
   I’ve finally reached a point in life that many take to be demeaning
I am an official member of the Old Timers Club,
   It’s an elite and prestigious hub.
There is just one rule to join in this niche,
   You have to be as old as a rock and still able to scratch your own itch.
No dues are charged we just gossip a lot, 
   About what’s wrong with so and so and the ailments we’ve got.
How many medications you’re on or what new thing the doctors have removed,
   And what side effects they have and whether they’re F.D.A. approved.
Sometimes we reminisce about family till someone starts to cry.
   Then we just sit there rocking thinking on days gone by.
There is one true saying, if you live long enough you too will grow old.
   So far it’s not a crime but they’re working on that I’ve been told.
This exclusive club is known for its heartache and pain,
   But a lot of love is shown as long as you remain.
It’s something we’ve earned and we have the scars to show.
   That growing old is not always the best way to go.
As long as we’re able to gather or talk,
    And know that some one still cares whether we can stand and walk.
I guess maybe it’s support this thing we seek.
    Cause growing old alone truly makes life reek.
I think loneliness is the worse fear of all,
    Just waiting out your days and longing for somebody to come by or even just 
The young act like old age is a contagious disease,
   They might catch it if you happen to sneeze.
I remember when depends was a state of mind,
    Not something you wore around your old behind.
With that little thought I think I’ll close for now.
     That’s about all I think they’ll allow

Details | I do not know? | |


I don't go out fishing
With Bill any more.
We've  reached a decision
To close out that door.
Why hang out with someone
With so little class,
Who loves to be out there,
But won't spring for gas?
A jerk who keeps chompin'
On some cheap cigar;
And smokes like a chimney
When he's in your car;
Who's got to be "Captain,"
When you are afloat,
And always gets seasick
Inside of your boat;
Who bangs on the deck
Just as you get a bite,
Then drinks all your beer
And insists that you fight;
Who spills all the coffee
And sits on your hat;
Would you go out fishing
With someone like that?
Of course not. You haven't,
And you never will.
You won't tolerate him,
...and neither will Bill!

Details | Rhyme | |

Angels & Angles

Angels & angles
there on the wall
the flickering lights
there in the hall
whispering voices
"Again..." they call

~honey wake up~
Dance in the ball

Seaing them...
Angels in the angle
there on the wall...

~dream again~

The park
Fire in pond
Sitting with thought
Under my mind
in the wind
your name

Pop said Flame
and Indian Sang
did you walk the gates
when we called you Then
~I gave thanks
~Left the Lotus there
~Kissed the stone
I know you could hear

It's your name.

~wake up~
Dance in the ball
The see of blue ones
You left in the hall
It's the flickering angles
In the angels you called...

Details | Ode | |

Ode to the Rapper

You, my friend, are milky white

You are the best rapper there ever will be, despite

You are a musician from Mammoth Inc.

And the music is funnier when you drink

You consider yourself "The Good Reverend"

However, never shall you be a Godsend

You are nevertheless extremely old

And with the ladies you aren't quite bold

My advice would be: stay away from cops

And likewise tobacco shops

Yet, My friend, You are the best

And I would have to say, I am truly blessed

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Joseph's Merry Christmas Poetic Tag

It’s now dawn and the sky is ocean blue
Bringing to mind a poet who is so true
Writing with pen and ink in every round 
With a Christmas name as Carol Brown

Around the corner moving in a rush
Teaching away with her poetic thrust
There in the flakes was Tamiviolet
Words flowing like a story booklet

On a platform was Vince Suzadail
Being hailed by many for setting a trail
Out came the sun with Jean Marchese
Painting picture so cool and breezy

Feet getting weary there was Karen O’Leary
So cheery while reciting a poetic theory
Wearing fancy socks was James Baylock
Standing on a rock just teaching his flock

Heading home for warmth of the fireplace
Thinking of the next journey I will face 
Do I hear jingles and slay bells in the air?
Oh my, it’s my friend Santa we are a pair! 

Merry Christmas!

Comments:  I was tagged by Kathy, and as a result I have to pass the tag along.
I have randomly tagged the first six poets in my head.  I really enjoy reading their 
poetry.  Now, they can tag other poets they enjoy reading. Have a great day!

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My Cat

My cat 
has lots of hair
F  A  T
and time
to do nothing,
but sleep in the sun
and torment the dog
because he is
the Head of the house
and he finds it 

But, of course,
I love him,
the weight of him
against me in the night
the sound
of his "motor running"
as the kids would say.
He brings such love
and warmth in those dark, 
lonely hours.
without warning,
he leaps away.

If you were to 
ask him why?
He would quite

"I was done"

Details | I do not know? | |


"Sticks and stones, may break the bones"
But Pixels always fix you.
Lighted licks, delightful flicks,
And sometimes, enchanted tones.

I counted them, their flickering flight.
I counted them, to include their light.
Our creation. MagicMotion.
In an ocean of A and D seas...

Mr.e, you said to me, I don't have voice.
But Miss Tree, came by at three
And on the clock, she said 'dos'.
"I'm the boss.... hear the bass"
My Name@ be.Ace.

Did you hear the music,
When you played that card?
Ambidextrous eyes...

"Lefty... when one is truly ambidextrous, the bridge isn't needed."

"Hard Drive" you say?
Try, 'dos' Amigo.

Details | I do not know? | |

That damn two cents!

(This is a fictional poem)

I had to pay two cents to the post office because of you.
Now opening a can of whoop ___ is what I'm going to have to do.
It really makes me mad because money doesn't grow on trees.
I would rather have had my privates cut off than to part with those two pennies.

You put a thirty-nine cent stamp on the envelope because you forgot that postage 
has been increased.
There should be a law against what you did because I would call the police.
When I cussed you out, you had the nerve to call me a creep.
Just because I didn't want to part with two cents, you said that I'm cheap.

Details | I do not know? | |


Quietly you're on my Mind.
Quiet often, your in my Rhyme.
Questioning my write of Time.
Howling, at the Moon in the Wind.
History, saying that it's Here again.
Hearing. The Story of when....

"...Compassion is the Law of Laws..."

"... com w/ ;passion ..."
is the Law without flaws.
Sexy claws and s!xty draws...
Nibble in the middle of a
Sizzlin' riddle...

Passion is the pass ...
AND it's on.
The oooooo in the song,
The love and it's

Come pass it on...
On the compass, we're One.

Details | Rhyme | |


Laughter in friendship
That is the key.
It brings people together 
Don't you agree?

You can laugh about anything
That's funny to you
Like the time that I laughed
At a tantrum you threw.

The main goal in life
Is to stay young at heart.
You can do this through laughter.
It is sort of an art.

Serious talks and crying
Are a part of friendship too.
You be there for me
And I'll be there for you.

Always remember
No matter what takes place:
A little bit of laughter
Can put a smile on your face.

Details | Rhyme | |

Ho, Hum

Well today it finally happened
The day I dreaded most
I just found a poet
Who could out poet me, oh woe

He just came to visit
To help check out my mind
And when he left he suggested
Where he thought I should go

I just couldn't stand it
I had to take the chance
And what I found has put me
In this bed for life

You say you can't believe me
You want to prove me wrong
Then got to Daniel Larson
And look up 'Going, Going, Gone'

Here let me give you a hint 
His poem is on page 66
Whoops sorry that's Route 66
I'll try once more 
His poem is on page 44
Whoops wrong again
That's Sonic Route 44
At last I think I have it you see
His poem is on page 3

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A Life Tray

A day is coming and passes away.
Memories are adding in a Life tray.
Few good or wrong and bad occasions,
Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons.

Fate is treating in a same defeating,
Unfortunate person is always waiting.
Working hard but admitting a mistake,
Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake.

One day will come I’ll be a fortunate,
I will tease my mate to reach at late.
Money will play a game to roll overcome,
When she‘ll love me I‘ll open a bear drum.

We’ll dance together to sing a song,
A day‘ll come brighter after a dark long.
Money has a life but life is nothing,
Opportunity is risk, achieving something.

Details | I do not know? | |


I share with you, what I know.
I learned away, my love did show.
In times dis-pare, Frustration stares.
Anger builds and minds are filled,
With thoughts... and like the wind,
Given room to begin again.

Pressure builds the blood flow fast,
The ride is on... hold steady your last,
Breath of air. Know your heart...
And what lives in there.

It feels quite right, insight to hear.
But know your heart...
Where you've been in there.
You'll face it straight.
Never hesitate, take time to know.
See yourSelf, head on to grow.

Navigate, express yourself,
Your heart will cause your move.

When the Winds are on, all things are.

~We've Reached.The Operator.
~One upon a Star.T

~All things.WANaFeASTAble!

Details | I do not know? | |


Will you come undone
with me? Touch me,
hear tenderly.
Reach the sky
while we fly...
To eternity...

~Reply to me.
It's your heart,
in the bend
I see ...

And I'm old school,
no fool.
Like to glide
in the midnight too.
Feel me inside
near you.
Around you,
I'm the sound in you.
That voice you hear
whispering truth...

Does it soothe you
To feel my eyes?
Move you
beyond your life
and compel you
to ask why...
You hear my voice,
near your ear.
Does your heart
give you choice...
my dear
Does your skin
Does your body
Do you breathe me,


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Off the Cuff- Another ad-lib from the Madman

Crazy is as crazy does.  I guess you get my drift.  I wander through a world of 
thought, my pace is not too swift.  I like soup and poetry too, If you're reading this, 
you do too.  I feel only fulfilled if I can create one smile, somewher upon this 
earth. sour pusses we know, we suffer from no dearth.  I may not be a great 
speller, and I may not be too bright, but one thing I know; how to use my sight.  I 
mean not eyes in this, I hope you understand, I'm just one little member in an 
awesome big ol' band.  There are things about I wonder, there are things that I 
adore, I better shut up now, you unederstand, I can not say more.

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A Friend Indeed

  No I have no social graces
but my world is an oasis
for the craziest of crazies
in the town

no I don't look like a model
but I always have a bottle
full of spirits and I'll help you
drink 'em down

I ain't got no cooth
or manners
and my life don't fit on 
but I welcome you if you 
should come around

That is if it is't Tuesday
for that really is my snooze day,
and on Weekends,well
I never can be found

Monday morning I'm at church
that may leave you in the lurch
and on Thursday I'm moonlighting
as a clown

any other time is fine except  Wednesday
after nine
and on Fridays when I try to get 

so you see that I am here
for you  anytime my dear,
with advice that you will
find is true and sound.

Details | I do not know? | |

Are U

Are you smokin', like me?
Jokin' with e.ternity,
Playing in.sanity...
Are you turnin'.that key?

ah!Chi!Sea,I do...see, you.

Sloppy Jos, little muse.ic
Your rhythm sticks...
In my mind. Am I blind?
Did I hear you see me?
Is this.... your bee?
You ARE, funny...
With milk and sugar,
In the morning...

Are you...
Courting in.sane.IT?
Or is that just me?

Details | I do not know? | |

He sucked at Pac-man

(This is a fictional poem)

When my cousin played Pac-man in the eighties, he really sucked.
He tried and tried to improve but he was out of luck.
He constantly got ate by the ghosts and it always made him cry.
He wet his pants in front of people and it embarrassed him so much that it made 
him want to die.
He stunk so bad at Pac-man that he couldn't even reach the first intermission.
One day when he lost, he got mad and made a bad decision.
He smashed the screen with a big rock nd he went to jail.
He seriously regretted it when they locked him in a cell.
After they put my cousin in the tank, things got even more grim.
He nearly tore the celldoor off when his cellmate threatened to rape him.
He recently bought a Pac-man machine of his own.
He doesn't like wetting his pants in front of people so he plays it all alone.

Details | I do not know? | |

Green and pissed off

(This is a fictional poem)

You put dye in my friend's water supply and turned his skin green.
I knew you were a low life but I didn't know you were that mean.
People laugh at him wherever he goes.
Children have rocks that they throw.
My friend got revenge by telling your wife about your girlfriend who is twenty-two.
Your wife beat you to a bloody pulp and then she pissed on you.
You've been talking about pulling another prank but I wouldn't if I were you.
Because if your wife finds out about your new girlfriend, it's untelling what she'll 

Details | Burlesque | |

Kim's Carnival of Care

She's a sweet young lady
Smart as a whip
Determined, and trustful too
As my ex-coworker
I got to know her through and through
We shared thousands of meals
And thousands of laughs
While this poor girl did all the work
I sat there, shameful, lazily like a jerk
Eating pretzels, reading my book
I'll never understand how she took
Such responsibility at such a young age
With school, and work, and more
Their's only one thing i'm sure of
This young lady I most adore
She's like the long wanted daughter
And best friend as well, you see
When I do something stupid (moi?)
She'll strongly chastise me
When she thinks I've been bibulous
(hey ,I snuck a $10 word in here!)
She'll ream my very soul
She's never very frivolous
She'll just dig me a new ___hole.(  ha ha ha..oooow, that hurts!)

So darling Kim I tell you
How proud you've made me be
A Master's degree is coming!!!
Oh wow and woop woop wee!

I trust you won't get too, too smart
For me to understand
With brains like your's I know for sure
You'll have the upper hand!!

All my love, all my respect...
Keep on truck'en kiddo!!
You're the best!!!

tom the tramp (pretzelman)

Details | I do not know? | |

He grabbed her hooters

(This is a fictional poem)

I warned her not to give him a ride on the back of her scooter.
As she gave him the ride, he grabbed her hooters.
This caused her to wreck her new bike.
Her scooter got damaged and this was something she didn't like.
She grabbed a hatchet and put another crack in his butt.
Then she used her stungun to fry his nuts.
He couldn't have sex for two weeks because he had no feeling down there.
He missed the chance to sleep with a model and he's mad because he thinks it 
was unfair.

Details | I do not know? | |


We call our teacher Biopimp,
He comes in after hours.
He walks with a ghetto limp,
And hes like Austin Powers.

We know about his secret life,
The way he turns the tables.
He pimps it out without a wife,
I think he knows Scott Savol.

Dedicated to Bill Lastowski

Details | I do not know? | |

Keep your eyes on the damn road!

(This is a fictional poem)

When we go cruising with your girlfriend, I don't like how you drive.
You always watch her big boobs instead of the road and we're lucky to be alive.
Keep your eyes on the damn road and not on her chest!
The cops keep pulling us over for wreckless driving and putting you under arrest.

You had to pay for a hog you hit last week and now we're going to have to eat a lot 
of pork.
At first you refused to pay for the hog and that farmer jabbed you in the nuts with a 
I just learned that you've been risking our lives because of kleenex tissue in a 
You just blessed out your girlfriend and she gave you a swift kick in the rear.

Details | I do not know? | |

Fake haters conversation

Hey y whats up girl did you see what happened to z
No what happened because i heard that d the wino knocked her up you know the 
one with a glass eye
no girl i didn't hear that one but thats not the one i'm talking about. she went and 
got this entire plastic surgery done and now she looks like the clown from the 
movie  from "It". Plus all of that plastic makes her smell like a wet dog.
Yo girl s stupid the she tripped over a cordless phone. Not only that she wears 
fake teeth.
Yo i'm telling you that i can't stand her. Next time i see her we are going to fight
Well here is your chance because here she comes and remember that I got your 
back girl
 hey z girl whats up? you know every time i see you your style is always of the 
hook. And your hair is always looking fly Right y
Right you look so natural and that perfume that you wear is hot. It fits you real 
good. You look really nice too

Details | Rhyme | |

What Took You So Long-? (Mixed Rhyme)

You mastered the art of my father;
He treats you like his younger brother,
Side by side, so happy together
Sailing with you, stead, of his daughter;
You caught big fish, for my sweet mother.

She always welcomes you with her holy kiss;
I’m in charge to cook your favorite dish,
Whilst you and father drinking ouzo, at ease;
‘Cos of you, I forgot to serve the fish---

From the sweat and blood of these men, 
Bound by a brotherly kiss;
Yet, I never have a peace
Of mind, so ere you leave again

I promised myself, you’ll be mine, only mine; 
God, forgive me, I planned to commit a sin, 
Of kissing my father’s friend that my heart’s bind; 
I just don’t want to send this man to the bin. 

Hence, when father was not around, 
I grabbed…kissed him, without a sound; 
He blushed, by my own surprise; 
And, his manly breath intertwined  
With mine; his eyes’ shine, 
And my heart no longer cries. 

Gosh, how sweet ‘twas, his lips; and, ‘cos of the heat
We did not hear my own father’s teasing psst… 
Too late to untangle our lips; we did it, 

The kissing, even when father’s around
From no where, he came without any sound;

He chided us not, for he wanted him 
To be with me, till his last days go dim.

He’s spoken over-used words:  “I love you!”
In a hushed voice, I said, “I love you, too!”

What took you so long…to say you love me?

Don’t you know, in waiting, how hard to be?

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Just Want To Write Part 1 Prose poetry

What do I write?  Do I complain about the weather?  Do talk about something I 
don't know anything about?  Do I make up some gibberish?  What is gibberish 
anyway?  I decided I needed to look this word up.  It says quote nonsense, 
rubbish, garbage, twaddle and claptrap unquote.  And what did I discover?  I 
thought I knew what nonsense meant but other than the above listed words it 
added ‘baloney, drivel, gobbledygook, hot air, noise, babble and jabber. Now 
how am I going to know which baloney I should use if I decide I want a 
sandwich?  How do I know which word to use,  baloney or boloney?  It seems 
boloney is a var. of  baloney. Does var mean variation?  Now I am afraid to order 
this kind of sandwich not knowing which variation they will give me.  I got into this 
much trouble with just the word baloney.  What will happen if I put in drivel or 
gobbledygook.  Lets try and see what kind of trouble I can get into. Gobbledygook 
means: nonsense, waffle, jargon, gibberish, mumbo jumbo, drivel.  Do I dare 
order a waffle after finding it listed under gobbledygook?

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We's Gotcha

Ma cowboys un me been ponderin a way
Tryin ta figgers ur chores fer tha day
We thunk, un we thunk, finally Jimbo sez
"Times cum fer us ta chooze sum ones ta tags"
Nows who ut cud be's air 'nother thin.
We's paces tha floor er work went undid
"Jist who's kin ut be's" asks Billy tha kid
Tha hawks thay war circlin', Tha buzzards war too
Wonderin what ut war wrong with er crew
Jist  bafor Cookie tha chuck bell did gong
I's finalies figgers oot what war wrong.
We's ain't never been oot un pub-lik much
So's I's takes oot my lariat an gives er a toss
Ut lans round Samuel, I's sez "youse tha boss
Ut air up ta youse what one we's does picks"
He ponders a spell, than cums oot un sez
"Whatch thinks bout er frien, Carol Brown."
I's sez "Doggies that air tha one"
"Gal frien we's loves ya"
Carol Brown --youse jist been tagged.

Details | Quatrain | |

What Ever Will I Do?

Where do I go now?
What can I do?
I wanted to write
But where are you?

I turned on my computer
And you were not there
All I found was empty
I just sat there and stared

I didn’t think I liked it
But now I’m sure I do
I don’t know how I’ll live
Without visiting you

I really didn’t notice
The first thing that I do
I get up in the morning 
I go straight to you

I find my list of poems
And then I start to write
I even catch myself
Looking there at night

No it’s not an addiction
It’s just the way it’s been
I seem to have found a place 
I feel like I fit in

Some may think it’s silly
Maybe obsession
I don’t care what they think
This is my confession

I want to see my poems
Filtered through the loop
I like to have the feedback 
From my friends at Poetry Soup

I wrote this poem this morning while the service was unavailable. This is just for 
fun and I guess I was really bored. LOL  

I want to say thank you to all that have commented on my work and made me feel 
like I fit in. Smiles from Lena "Lolita"

Details | Name | |


Marine blue smokey eyes.
Encompassing smile.
Liberterian of the inner voice.
Opiate for my azure soul.
Delightfully deranged.
Youthful in mind and spirit.

Details | I do not know? | |

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 3

That night, vibrant Effie Blake told me “You Don’t Have To Be A Star”
To see the beauty of this world or meet Troy Nelson, of the “Dead Star”
Ahh!!! My voice need to be heard, that I wrote “To You, Mr. Apolinar” 
It’s about quest of heart and mind, of being simply “Me And The Moon”
Stressed Michele Nold had a simple request, “Where is the Bath Room”
I didn’t entertain her, for I felt dizzy coming out from “The Lost Room”

Then, I overheard grin-faced Oshin Ifedayo saying, “She’s gone at Last”
Who’s who? The “Christians, Muslims, Jews…” “Heaven Waits For Us”
A place of peace, where we can write a sonnet, of being “Home, At Last” 

So, you can tag or be tagged, in our “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving”
I agreed, with Vince Suzadail Jr., that giving’s more of a “Human Being” 
Tammy Armstrong liked the ambience, but said, “Something’s Missing”

Some didn’t come; they’re busy surfing, ‘cos “The Deep Blue Is Rough”
Historian Charles Fuller sent them a note, “I Hear You In A Photograph”
Now, I see why dear Tatiyana Carney has “Lock Box And Photographs” 

Note: I tag the first person who read this….and the last one, too.
Thanks to K.S. for encouraging me to play
And also, to C.B., for the e-mails…love the message/photos.

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Cleaning the Clothes

 A cool breeze touches my skin
And I close my eyes
A memory washes over me
Through my hair
And I smile
Lingering there

Standing there, here by a pile of clothes
Under the evening sun gently swaying from the sky
Inside the breeze cascading off the lake 
And at long last I open my eyes
To the memory of first when
We washed our clothes
Here in the cooling
Touch of life

Do you close your eyes still and see it too
The early morning light whispering of the coming day
In tides of the sweet lullaby sighed from her lips
A loon out there in the mist
Singing as we talked
As we laughed

Laundry in the spring of summer
Two friends knee deep in cooling waters
Glimmering under the newly born sun
And still in the quiet of day I linger here
In the memory of that lesson
Born in a splash 
A laugh

“Colours first and separate from the whites,” said you
And I smiled with a rolling of my eyes
“Yuh, whatever,” said I with flicking splash
So it was that you splashed back with a lean look
“Right, colours first,” agreed I 
As the water ran down my face
“And?” said you with prod of your toe
I shrugged 
On came the splash
“Okay! Okay! Separate from the whites!” 
I grinned 
And you laughed
“You have to know how to do this
Especially in today’s society,” chided you to me
“Oh, really?” replied I with a playful splash to you
“Isn’t that a package deal when I have a . . .” 
But you never let me finish that thought
I laugh now in the memory of my sputtering cough
The fresh and thrilling chill of the water
And the look in your eyes 
Daring me to finish my sentence
But wisely I said nothing
Except to smile
“No one is going to do your laundry for you,” said you
I remember nodding as if in agreement
Very solemnly 
And again you splashed me
I said laughingly
“What was that for?!”
“You know what,” said you frostily 
“I totally agreed with you!”
“Uh, huh,” said you nodding as if you knew something

“Its about being independent,” finally said you 
After a long quiet moment
And I did not grin
Or smirk
But you splashed me anyway
Maybe just a little smirk
Afterwards as we hung our clothes out to dry
I remember thinking and saying playfully so 
“You know I do have a washing machine,
After all this is the age of technology . . ?”
I’m still not sure when it was that I found myself 
Wearing you shoe
But I remember thanking you
Yes, I remember that much
For sure . . . 

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She sat there spell bound
It's so hard to believe
Never has she been speechless 
It’s a miracle it seems

No one could comprehend
Why the sudden change
Half time was over
It was back to the game.

The  miracle suddenly disappeared
She was her same old self
Her mouth in full gear
No one could figure what had happened here

Then a wise old man
Stood up and said
If we can’t watch the game
Your commercials are dead

                             Cile Beer

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Inspiration from Miss Linda

You crack me up ,
Never let me down,
Some even say ,
You act like a clown.

Whenever you are around,
People carry on,
There can be no frown.

Now I don’t know,
If all that’s true, 
But I wanted to write ,
And give a big thank you.

Once and for all,
But not in the least,
You did not stall,
Or get eaten by the beast.

Where oh where do I go from here?
What oh what do we have to fear?

I know not ,
For I just write.
Bet Miss Linda Ann.
Would love flying a kite,

But who knows,
Could this be right?
Stay on your toes,
It’s almost midnight.

So time to stop,
And get to bed,
Have sweet dreams,
With sugar plums in your head.

One more thing, 
Before I go. 
Thank you miss Linda,
You inspired me, you know.

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Ruby's Breakfast

I should be a private eye,
and not one with a sty...
Cause I put 2 and 3 together,
Oh, I was being so very clever!

My Sherlock mind, it did deduce,
From clues she left,some too loose...
Just what her choice would be....
At least I could clearly see...

Not donuts and hot tea...
Bacon and eggs? easy....
Oatmeal?... Naw, but maybe a bit more close...
I know what your thinkin', "Oh, again,here he goes!!"
She said it every time...
Her choice always Cheerios!!!!

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My pen is dry
That's why I cry
And you breathe a sigh!

                    Cile Beer

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If he ever knows at all 
It means he does not  know
Knowing is a thing off the mind
Only of the minds of who cares to know.

I once met him who says he knows not
For all he thinks he knows was the unknown
In the land where the fear of the unknown is known
The land full of honey, milk  and tons of thorns

I never knew he knows not that he knew   
For whenever he is asked if this land was once blessed
All that he mouths to the crowd is that he knows not
But we knew that he was once a known coward unknowingly

Those who refuse to know of yesterday became the unknown
When the tons of thorns of today came knocking hard on them
We all chorused we don’t know if they are being fed with thorns
For they pretend not to know when our  land became sour.

Alayande Stephen T.
18th of April,2006

Meant for the cowards and the betrayals of our struggle.
Those who ought to speak out, but for the fear of the unknown
They sold the struggle and became prey for the known

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Money Grabber

Do you know how to use your brain?
Cost is only a pound just sit in a train.
Do you know what your fortune is?
Cost is only a pound to choose a fan.

Before to declare a name of your friend,
You need a gift cost is one pound a man.
You need a place reserve for a meeting,
Cost is only a Pound otherwise you are ban.

You need a glass of beer to talk to her,
Cost is a pound if you want to buy a can.
If you want to walk to enjoy a trip,
A pound for umbrella to secure you from rain.

You are very lucky we can’t offer more,
Come back again you are a person main.
We have a good service tell to your friend,
We used our mind for money grabber chain.

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Where is my Dart

I watched a nail biter
Game tonight
Was Texas Longhorns
And Oklahoma Cowboys
Naturally you know who I was for
After three over times 
The Cowboys won once more.

Go Cowboys Go

If you want to know 
Who my favorites are
It depends on who is playing. 

I am for Nebraska, K U and K state
Oklahoma Cowboys 
But the Texsas Longhorns do rate.

It makes it tough when they
Play one another
I just throw a dart 
Then hope for the other.

Go Big Red Go

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It's Funny

It's funny the way you walk
You past me by
You saw me there just now
But you pretend that you were blind

It's funny that you never talk to me
And it was as if I don't exist anymore
I thought we were used to talk so much
I guess you were not the one like before

It's funny that you ask me once to help you
But it was only for a while
The next day I said hi
But you did not say anything and walk by

It's funny the way you talk
You laughed at your friends when they joked
But you never laughed at mine
I felt like I want to blow

It's funny how you want to be famous
I was standing watching you struggle there
And if that one fine day comes
I can see your face everywhere

It's funny that we don't see each other
We liked to do things together
But things had changed lately
You just make things more harder

It's funny how we are so apart
Not to mention you ignore my messages i sent
I wonder if you still remembered all the things I'd done
But I guess you don't understand

It's funny that I don't care
I don't want to wait for you
I don't want myself to suffer because of this
And now, I don't like you

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Ode to Friendship

  Every friend should really be
just a little more like me
  I who always pass the test
for sympathy of those depressed
  Like a balm so cool and sweet
but I work best with the elite
  smiling at the passersby
waving gently,suave am I
  If I'm seen at Marde Gras
the Riviera or the Spa
  ask me for my autograph
(or better yet,just see my staff)
I'm always there to help you dear
  except at certain times of year
like holidays or early May
 and in the summer I'm away
But if you're looking for a loan
be sure to call me on the phone
 I'll send the number in the mail
when I get back from Macy's sale
 You're looking well,for old times sake
the greatest friendships always take
 looking after like a garden
excuse me dear,I beg your pardon
 but you are blocking all the sun
I simply must get this tan done
 if you will write it in a note
I'll read it later on the boat
 and do include your address dear
and tell me everything you hear
 I'll send a card fromZanzibar
to show you what a friend you are.

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                 Thursday its all go,
                 no time to chat,
                  Im sorry its so.
                  Got to do the sport run you see,
                   it all kicks off at three.
                     Baseball football and more,
                    all have to be there at four.
                   Then when done pick kids up,
                      oh what fun.
                    After working till later on,
                    when I come home you will be gone.
                     Thursday is o.k for some,
                    but if Im honest its not my number one.
                   Monday is the day for me ,
                   I think you will agree.
                    Poached eggs coffee galore,
                       only a few days till Im knocking on your door.
                        So its bye for now, till we meet on the net,
                        then I will make you smile you can bet.  

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My Last Match

down to one
how shall I use?
light a cig?
or fire for warmth?
well, I don't smoke,
and it's summer, and hot
so what do I do with...
this marvelous wonder I got?

don't answer too quickly,
cause I know what you'd say
I'm not gonna shove it,
in such a place that may,
not need it's warmth,
not need it's light...
but surely there...
it'd be out of sight!!

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  The table is decked for two.
   only people eating, me and you.
    The coffee aroma fills the room,
     it wont be long its ready soon.
    The eggs are on the go,
    soft, not too hard I know.
   The toast is browning nice and slow,
 nice and crispy way to go.
  Butter and marmalade too,
  any thing else for you.
 We sit and eat just us two,
and talk about all things new
whats happend in the last three weeks,
  why we could not speak.
I will tell you things you want to know,
this and that and so and so,
 You can tell me all about you,
any thing I will listen too.
 I have waited long for this,
  its some thing I would not miss.

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The Elemental Poet

Not all the time....

Make sense?
Nah, sometimes I'm dense....

Crude and rude?
Well, no, but no prude....

Do I expect to win?
Not unless the judge is kin...

Am I learning?
No, my brain is slowly draining....

Do you make good friends?
Damn Right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 1

I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”
Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”
When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”

The charming lady of the soup was no longer feeling bad or “Sideline”
After mending herself, thru helpful John Boak’s “Like The Best Wine”
I am not sure, if, playful Julie Bristow told her, the miracle of “Divine”

Thank God! Doret Cope sighed; she didn’t suffer from a “Stolen Love”
She enjoyed the work of Dawn Drickman’s “The Tiger And The Dove”
She is a good person, that I told her my secret, of having “Other Love”

At the party, Keith Bickerstaffe, without her luckless maid “Ophelia”
Was talking to Sir William Robinson, the great man behind “Mahalia”
I guessed she asked him why I wrote “O God, The Rat Has A Phobia”

Dancing flawlessly, to the nostalgic tune of Jeffrey Lee’s “Music”
Was my haiku mentor, she’s mesmerized by Mahalia’s “Light Magic”
But co-host, a certain Adam Piper was caught trapped, at “The Attic”

I did surprise all, even William Robinson, “When I Stop And Pray”
I interrupted my recitation, of own favorite “Cast Your Doubts Away”
‘Cos, I rather break my pen, but not a promise: “And To Thee, I Pray”

Epulaeryu chef Joseph Spence Sr. who “Makes The World Go Round”
Was explaining, his cooking, to sweet Elaine George, but “Spellbound”
By the strong romantic power, of yellow “Dried Rose On The Ground”

That got humble Daria Stone confused, of feeling “Unlocked, Not Free”
A beauteous Deborah Simpson smiled and asked him: “Sequester Me”
Joyful Karen O’Leary said, the handsome chef, will “Travel With Me”

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Flat foot

(This is a fictional poem)

When you ran over my foot with your tractor-trailor,
I started cussing just like a sailor.
I cried and cried because I'm a wimp.
My foot had to be amputated and now I walk like a chimp.
People point and laugh at me and it cuts like a sword.
You mashed my foot so flat that it looked like an ironing board.

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Indeed I Did

Do you wonder how I spend my time
While not working on my book?
I just sit back and at TV commercials I do look
I let them 'wash' away the gloom
With bright sparkling windows in the room.
Or let them decide what 'gas' I should buy
And then what 'anti acids' I need to try
Yesterday I took it upon myself to apply for a job
It isn't anything like 'One against the Mob'
No the one I applied for is much more gratifying than that one
Thanks to Geico, I have a chance to comfort my Caveman son
Can you imagine how he felt walking down the hall
And seeing his own picture in the poster on the wall
He called Geico and complained about what it was he saw
So seriously it affected him a psychiatrist he did call.
Now you understand why for this job I did ask
You surely can see I’m the Mother for this task
I’ll be there for you son just give Geico a call
They have my e-mail address 
I’m in cave c u all.

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Delete This File

Kissing me, like a bumble bee
Sipping the nectars of my soul
Peeling out the skin of my skin

Yet still you can not overcome
The warm twinkles in my eyes
‘Cause I have a way to erase

Sad memories you’ve instilled
In my heart, through this cross
Of yours, hanging on my chest

If, you wonder how I will do it
Come close to me and see how
I press this…“Delete this file”

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waiting on line.

   Im waiting on line ,
  Ive got plenty of time,
  the rest is up to you.
  are you ready too.
  The last week was hell,
  we both know too well.

   What with this and that ,
   we never got to chat,
   now another week is here,
    lets try again my dear,

   I have got so much to say ,
  Ican not wait another day,
   I hope you have time,
because I have run out of rhyme
  so all im asking of you,
  is please log on too.

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Gone hunting

(This is a fictional poem)

My friend and I went hunting but it wasn't fun. 
He accidentally blew off my balls with his gun.
He started laughing and I told him to shut up.
He took a dump behind a bush and a rattlesnake bit his butt.
He begged me to suck out the poison but I refused to suck his ___.
He needed someone to suck it and he needed it fast.
Someone agreed to suck his ___ if he'd pay him one hundred thousand dollars.
He agreed but you should've heard how much he cussed and hollered.
He had to sell his house and it makes him feel sick.
But he doesn't have it as bad as me, I'm a eunuch.
He has a big cardboard box that he lives in.
The two of us agreed never to go hunting again.

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Wacky Company

Here comes this wacky feeling again
when that face in my morning mirror

       looks amused, ready to burst out laughing
       when it peeps out and sees me peeping in;

               more or less that's about my self-esteem
               or the shortage of it, others' impressions

                         and views about me and the rest of humanity,
                         thanks, I'm still amused by my own company!

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Vegans And Vegaterians

Vegans and Vegaterians 
Half-baked lies and friendly flies , is what most poor people eat. 
Lemon drops and candy and choclate kisses aer too sweet. 
Eye eat MEAT.I like the burgers AND the dogs, 
sandwiches of all kinds , but BEEF is best for me. 
Chicken I have found elimanates from me, 
I place it on the ground,when eye am early bound for the Bus Sun Tran. 
The Chicken finds no place in me. 
It does not slide away; but drops from me almost perfectly, 
in the form of one hard cylinder. 
My brother always tells me , Chicken would be the main course 
iff he could have chicken every day. 
He is still a villager. 
I was never guilty of being part of my own family, 
whatever I had always belonged to me myself and eye, 
and now yew tew. 
Eye have to feed all four of me. 
It takes a lot of meat,and sometimes a little bread instead, 
to feed the whole of me. 
Eye am dead. 
That death is certain eye no longer fear. 
My own destruction will just aid me in my journey to the Heaven. 
Simple minds aer best,and ladies finery aer best, 
carrotts and celery and spinach is best, 
and corn and beans is the best substitute for the meat. 
Daniel in the Lions Den,was eating PUCE , a vegetable. 
He was a Vegan disdaining the King`s venison. 
He could not and would not face corruption. 
Astounded by the Revelation , the Book Of Daniel tells 
of nations , torn asunder by the sword, 
plundered by the soldiers eating meat. 
Not the Vegans or the Vegaterians. 
Non-pulsed is what I am when I am eating meat. 
Daniel of the Bible is a Vegan to all the Vegaterians. 
They have no meat , and no corruption. 

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What's One More

A little squirrel, a stranger
Came into my yard.
He was met with opposition
By the local boys.

He was hungry you could tell
And would not be denied
Each side took their places
And thus began the fight.

Three of them did chase him
Up and down the trees.
The fourth was busy eating
And scratching at his fleas.

"Hey you little rascals
Leave this guy alone
Can’t you tell he’s hungry
Look at his little bones.”

Yes, I thought you would scoot,
But I also feared
That our little stranger
Would up and disappear.

Come on little one
No need to be afraid
There is plenty food for all
If need I’ll keep you safe.

Ok, come on down you twirps,
Help your self to the seeds
There’s always room for one more
All I ask is Peace.

I don’t care how long it takes
I’ve nothing else to do.
I’ve made up my mind
The rest is up to you.

                        Cile Beer

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(This is a fictional poem)

Your girlfriend is pregnant and you believe that you're the dad.
But sex is something that you and she never had.
When I told you that she has to be cheating on me, you got pretty mad.
You believe she'd never be unfaithful and that's pretty bad.
You think a girl can get pregnant by receiving a french kiss.
You have the IQ of a dog and I don't believe this.

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I used to have a solid friend,
Whose name was Limestone Jim.
Although he never spoke a word,
I often had long talks with him.
Now, I could always find him
In his place, up on the hill,
And if only he had listened,
I am sure that he would be there, still.
I told him to be vigilant
Of dangers, around the clock.
He never showed an ounce of fear;
Old Limestone was a mighty rock.

I tried to warn him many times,
But he couldn't see things my way.
So they crushed him into gravel,
And spread him on the highway.  

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In thanks to all who have supported my contest!  It's been a wonderful time reading your
rhymes and I still, don't know how I will ever pick between them.  All brilliant as the
Poets You Are.  Thank you again my friends! :)

A song of Write.
Fresh as the sage
SO lovely in page
In the RAys of the sun
A Me come from
So FAAa aWay!S ......... you say?
Of the pen on the
Yes! Splendid! And so it shall Be
Come one and all to the!
Hear the call of my friend.and
Join us. :) as we play.

do little dear, a female hear,
Re a little bit of Meee, my o'my!
I'm upside down, FAl so much
how can I seeeee? SOL A lite
it is so bright! upside
in fliiiight, di, ri, fish, is what I
wish, as a dish for my TVeee
siT, be,li,Ve and so te.he

I LAF sofa!, so does he
se es me there! fe et in the air,
RA! I am myself. todaaay.
Play!..... In The Love.

Tune in and Write something. :)

I say, it is the day for writing
rhymes of time in song and
friends enjoy enjoy this
merry little tune. Write about
your bits and bytes flights
and sights from hear to the
Moon as we aim to be a joyous
chorus of hear we sing
in.and for a good deed.

~I call it a smile. Spread it.
Like a great ;pb&j

~Thanks to my love for the wiki~
In music, solfège (pronounced /'so?lf??/, also called solfeggio, sol-fa, or solfa) is a
pedagogical solmization technique for the teaching of sight-singing in which each note of
the score is sung to a special syllable, called a solfège syllable (or "sol-fa syllable").
The seven syllables normally used for this practice in English-speaking countries are: do,
re, mi, fa, sol, la, and ti (with a chromatic scale of ascending di, ri, fi, si, li and
descending te, le, se, me, ra).


Synoptic Optical Long-term Investigations of the Sun is (SOLIS)... just for fun. ;)

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I am biased
I will admit
In reason, rhyme
And wit

Ask me
If I dream
In love, color
And jest 

Tell me
If I lie
About time, money
And sex

Forgive me
If I believe
In myself, you
And caffeine

Help me
If you please
To ask, believe
And dream

I am biased
I will admit
In reason, rhyme
And wit

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relax your mind

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

boy im feelin you
im hungry for you
if you do it right
a sista, might cook for you

plz dont say a word
im takin over (yeah) "word"
ima take it slow
up and down
i grind real slow

you climbing up the stairs
until ive reached my peak
you plugged real deep
then you erupted me

creme filin, oozin
my mind im, losin
i like the way you take control
this feelin-taken over me

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we can do it all night

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

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kiss my wowsers

chauvinistic piglet
you and your niglets
can try it for free, 
my butt cheeks,
you can kiss it
im not finish
no thats not it
ima let them know
you aint about shhh
44 years of age
and still dont have shhh
get yo life together
before i call you mr it
lick between my cracks
and swollow my shhh 

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An Old Woman

Once upon a time there was an old woman
A really old woman I knew well
She had a daughter who was also an old woman
But the oldest only time could tell.

When they were together, whenever, whenever,
The youngest would always say...
You're sure an old woman, an old old woman
Then the eldest would always say...

Now listen here you, you old old woman,
I've lived a many a year,
I've earned my gray hairs, my battle stripes of life
You're catching up, you old woman, ya hear?

The two old women were as close as sisters,
Just as close as any two could be,
The oldest woman is my mother...
And the youngest one is me!

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Be Happy (Cinq Trois)

With whole heart, I wish to impart
warm feelings, from across the many miles
as I tickle your funny bone with voice.
Laughter? You haven’t a choice
So, my dearest friend, just smile!

I need to mention with good intention
that truly your happiness is my reward.
It is important that you show glee,
if not, it would disappoint me
and disappointment is nothing I can afford.

Cinq Trois - my own style again this time with a rhyme in line half way through 
and at the end. Then line 2 rhymes with 5 and line 3 rhyms with 4.

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Freddy The Fly Prepared To Fly-Die

Yes, Freddy the fly,
Just wanted to die,
No more Nicole Fly,
No more fly-eye sty,
What was there left 
for Freddy the Fly to do?
So Freddy bought a
Slightly used strip
Of fly-paper,
Not to read,
But to taper
And wear in hope of death
He longed for his last fly's breath
But it stuck to his fly hand
Now isn't that grand??!!
So all he got was the vapor.
So if Freddy waves to you,
With his hands all a'glue
Just nod to him there,
But don't you ever fly-dare,
To shake his fly-hand,
Or united you'll stand!!

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God Knows Who I Am

When I went to dress for Church today
I thought, what should I wear
I'm not a dress type person
So there's no worries there
I tried on a striped shirt
But it didn't go with my jeans
And the next one that I looked at 
Had a rip in the seam
I picked up this, I tried on that
The green one makes me show my fat
Halfway down my closet
A black tee shirt I see
It said 'Wrangler Bull Riders'
That's the one! It has to be!
It does go with my jeans. 

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Me and my friends

Me and my friends
Like to play outside.
We play duck, duck, goose;
Hide and seek,
and sometimes engine and caboose.
On different days of the week.

Me and my friends
Like to play inside.
Puzzles are great fun,
Video games too.
Inside we can't run.
There's still lots to do.

Me and my friends like to play
Inside or out, everyday.
Play is a verb.
That is so superb.

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Sharon's Tootsie Rolls

I kept them in the 'fridge
In hopes to keep them fresh
To send to my friend Sharon
Our minds, they seem to mesh

I prepared the envelope for me to mail
(kind'a odd, cause I know not where she lives)
I knew that I had promised, and I could not fail

But much to my great surprise
You should see my bulging eyes!
Some weasel had stolen Sharon's candy
I'd never be oh so randy

So I bought 2 bags more
And just to be real sure
I hid them where I'd never expect they'd be
I thought how clever I was, you see

I rose the next day
was amazed what I did see
To find my chocolate stained fingers
Oh no!! It can't be me!!!

Sleep walk, now sleep-eating?
Just how I could not figure
What's next, a frozen steak?

So once again I bought
More Tootsie Rolls, and fought
Any dream or thought
Of stealing once again

I tied my hands to the bed
Barricaded the 'fridge real well
I went to bed with crossed fingers
And slept just like the dead

Next morning I awoke
With bittersweet tootsie Roll breath
The 'fridge's door was ripped off
And I swore upon my death

I'd mail her money to buy
Her very favorite treat
And I'd be feeling better
And everyone I would meet

Would know I'm the candyman
Now, ain't that kind'a sweet?

My Tootsie Roll sleep-walks
Will plague me once again
I put tacks on the kitchen floor
In case I get a yen

Now my story's told
And Sharon's dental bills will rise
But when she sees her Tootsie Rolls..
There'll be quite a gleam in her eyes

You've heard enough, I fancy
And of this I am quite sure
I hope never to see more candy
And this ends my tale once more.

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(This is a fictional poem)

I'm going to be in this hospital for awhile.
I spiked a watermelon like Sergeant Carter did on Gomer Pyle.
I filled the watermelon with vodka and gave it to my obnoxious friend.
He gave it to his seven feet five brother and my life nearly came to an end.
His brother was president of a corporation and he sure was admired.
But when he went to work drunk, he got fired.
He beat the crap out of me and he wouldn't stop.
My blood was gushing, it had to be wiped up by a mop.
I lost so much blood that I nearly died.
Instead of taking it like a man, I wet my pants and cried.
You have no idea what that pain felt like.
That will be the last watermelon that I'll spike.

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I would rather be a frog ,

than a dog , you know ,

kiss me and i won't turn to wag my tail

I just won't become a prince

just the frog that i am

but not a dog


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Take That!

You say these things that get deep within
Assuming control of my mind and heart
Like feathers tickling the surface of my skin
With tingling sensations, my dreams then start

Reality fades to the background of thought
Dreams surface, coming into such a clear view
I’m ready and waiting to use all you have taught
What works on me, will now be worked on you

Be ready, oh dear one, for I am ready to burst
I hope you are ready, but regardless, you better be
It is you, who now, will hunger and thirst
While the pupil will be you, the teacher will be me

Aha, sit back, now how does that really feel?
I hope I can do to you what you always do to me
When you read my words, dreams will then seem real
The images within, will be all that you will see

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(This is a fictional poem)

When my friend watches TV and movies, he believes that everything is real.
He was eventually committed and now he's taking pills.
When he watched ET, he really believed that aliens had landed.
He watched reruns of Gilligan's Island and he thought they were really stranded.
After watching Star Wars, he got mad because it didn't work when he tried to use 
the force.
His wife had had all she could take so she got a divorce.
After watching Early Edition, he told his paperboy that he wanted his newspapers 
to start arriving a day early.
The paperboy told him that he needed help because he was squirrely.
When he met Brandon Routh, he told him that he wouldn't tell people that his 
secret identity is Clark Kent.
Routh called a mental institution and that's where my friend went.
I wonder if he'll ever realize that the stuff in TV shows is fake.
He may but there's no telling how long or how much medication it will take.

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Mystic Knights of the Sea

does anyone remember
the significance of
these words?

I'll give you just a hint...
look to the early fifties
when the king of all the fish
had conniving his favorite dish

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High Noon

my friend likes
to drink
morning, noon, and night
he ought'a see a shrink
to help him with his plight
at least that's what I think
you think I got it right?

drunk at noon, that must stink
why can't he see the light?
he's ever nearer to the brink
of falling out of sight
so I end with a little wink,
he's always higher than a kite

Details | I do not know? | |

A Happy Poem, we'll see! A Quiz Maybe

Happy , there was a time when I was happy,
I am not going to make this sappy,
But I have to write what comes to mind,
And hope it does it with a rhyme.

Now you know who you are ,
That this is meant for, 
And I am so happy to do this for you,
I feel so bubbly, what can I construe.
I know I know shall I make up a quiz
Ok it’s done, just don’t tell Liz.
Now she is someone very special to me
And quizzes she likes don’t you see.
Now where do I go from here 
And what will the answer be,
Has to be something happy,
That will set us free.

I feel so bravely in a brawny, brashly, 
Even boozy, bratty kind of way briefly.

Now what we are going to look for
Is something kind of green,
And can be found in the goofy, grizzly,
Gently rolling hills next to the grocery in Gatsby.

So I know that must have given it away,
So I have to be more careful in a certain way.
So now what can I tell you, 
and no it’s not blue,
I’ll bet the answer has come to you.
Ok it is small, 
wouldn’t say it is beautiful,
Maybe not even at all,
and we have to be careful,
Of what we say,
So we don’t  scare it away.
Ok this is too easy I am giving it away,
Maybe I should stop! Till another day.
Ok then Al my pal, Just to keep up morale,
Lets go look in the canal.
Doesn’t seem like a likely place,
But maybe there it hides it’s face. 
Look under the bridge and what do you see,
Hope it is not coming after me.
Well beautiful it is not, 
green monster a better word, 
Hope I don’t get caught,
This is getting absurd.
Now I need to stop,
cause I got away from the plot.
And if you are guessing,
A four leaf clover,
You are very clever,
Are you from Dover?
One last clue, just for you,
When you think of it’s name,
Think of a con, and don’t lep 
Reh, into the land.
Just keep this in mind 
all the clues that you have.
And, Al I hope you got a smile.

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Traversing the Channel

It's nice to have a friend,
one who ambles step by step with me
in this world which I live in.
One who walks the same path as me,
sees the same sights
through the same eyes.
Whole conversations conveyed
with just a look, a smile, a wink.
Who gets there first?
We both arrive at the same time
walking knee deep in our perversion.
Bringing forth chuckles and giggles
at the most innocent of happenings.
We few, minds alike,
a cocked eye brow is an entire thought process.
We enjoy our place
parading the ditches in this life.

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Be Happy

With whole heart, I wish to impart
warm feelings, from across the many miles
as I tickle your funny bone with voice.
Laughter? You haven’t a choice
So, my dearest friend, just smile!

I need to mention with good intention
that truly your happiness is my reward.
It is important that you show glee,
if not, it would disappoint me
and disappointment is nothing I can afford.

Details | I do not know? | |

When I call you

When I Call You...

When I call I don't want voicemail
and when I get it I want to YELL!

Damn heffa I wanted to speak!
'Bout all the stuff been going on this week.

How the bills keep flowing and the money keeps going.
How my daddy should have been rich.

How times are tough and life seems hard... you know what?


How that woman at work get on my damn nerves.
How I had to drop that zero to the curb.

How he won't stop calling!  Girl he ain't even balling!
He want me to let him back in.

How my tooth's been hurting.
How my neighbor's been flirting...

His stank girlfriend's scared I’m gone win

When I call you I don't want voicemail
and when I get it I sometimes YELL!

I leave a message.
Sometimes I don't.

You'll call back later.
Maybe you wont.

When I finish the message
I then press send.

You BETTA recognize how much I love to talk to my friend.