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Details | Free verse | |


Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."

Details | Rhyme | |


You call this poetry
I'm sorry I must confess
Your recent work
Why, it's a complete mess
Your rhymes aren't good
The story's not compelling
Where's this going
There's really no telling
You think it's clever
I don't mean to criticize
But your latest poem
Put a hurting on my eyes
Are you embarrassed
You didn't print your name
But this looks familiar
So I'll guess just the same
What's that you say..
Oh my, can that be true
No wonder I recognized it
The poet's me and not you

Contest: Linda's "A Poem Not Entered Into A Contest #13"
Date: 9-13-14
Poet: Lyric Man

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 | Rhyme | |

The Mad Hatters

Madness, the Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's complaint**, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness splices genes with fear. 
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer. 
Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears.

"Are you the ass? Or is it me? 
Have I ears and a nose? What do you see?"
"Hehawww," said Pinocchio's friends.
"Heeehaw," said Darwin* back again.

Round and round went Steven Hawkings*.
"Madness," said Lenore's raven* squawking.
"Madness," said Einstein* in a blink. 
"Reciprocate!," said the missing link.

Reference Poem Knock Knock by The Archaic Poet - topic madness

* Art by Salvador Dali
* Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth states
   if you know you are crazy than you must be sane.
* Timothy Leary explored LSD and other hallucinogenic drugs.
* Kellog [of cereal fame] proposed enema's as the cure to 
   all health ills, plus loads of sex!
* Darwin proposed man evolved from apes.
* Edgar Allen Poe was mad when he wrote The Raven.
* Einstein had aspergers syndrome a type of 
* Steven Hawkings is a wheelchair bound scientist who autism. 
   extrapolates on the edge of mathematical reality.

Details | I do not know? | |

Nasty girl

   There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at 
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they 
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. 
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to 
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god 
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I 
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how 
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the 
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because 
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to 
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. 
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. 
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your 
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got 
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty 
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are 
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy 
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.

Details | Rhyme | |

Honorable Mention

On entering this contest I have to admit
The fame it will bring me when I push "submit"
Is all that I'm after -  my name in bright lights
The kind of attention I earned with my writes.

I used to get noticed for walking in late
To school, then to jobs, and even for dates
My family picked up on my one loud defect
And thought they could fix me - no disrespect.

They told me that dinner would be served at five
When seven was really the time to arrive
Two hours they gave me to help cure the curse
But of course I found out and the problem got worse.

Right now I'm supposed to be cleaning my room
Instead, I am writing, ignoring the broom
My shrink says that tardiness is a cry for attention
I'll clean my room later for an honorable mention.

Details | Bio | |

All about Dan

So you want to get to know me, ok, well here goes. Most of it's in my poetry, but I may have left something out, who knows? For the last twenty years, I've been wearing Nike high tops that are black. They're alot easier to clean then white ones, that is a definite fact. My friends all seem to like me, and I greet them all with a big smile. I've met alot of them through a life of partying, but now thats been over for awhile. My favorite book is the bible, because whenever I read it I learn something new. My favorite movie I couldn't really tell you, since I have seen oh, quite a few. My favorite song is from Tim McGraw, it's "Live Like You Were Dying" In a funny kind of way it refreshes my soul, and I usually end up crying. Favorite singer I don't really have one, so I guess it would have to be myself. Because I just love it when I sing all the words, and don't need anyones help. My hair is a dirty blond thats straight,short and very fine. It doesn't have a single curl, and I know it's all still mine. My favorite shampoo is Pert, it leaves my hair so silky smooth. With the fine and thining hair that I have, it's the one I prefer to use. My favorite food is pizza, but fresh baked bread is my favorite smell. If I had a food I'd eat everyday, that is the one that would put me through hell. I have everything I need,with only a few things that I dislike. The only thing I want or really need, is the love of my loving wife.
Dan Kearley:5-25-12 Contest:All About ____???

Details | Light Poetry | |


This's the world of dreams  and 
Where I think ev'ry that reels,
After a thousands times,
would as same beliefs things 
besought me,
Is it a mere dream? 

Details | Haiku | |

It is now

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

Details | Light Poetry | |

AMY WINEHOUSE-Should have went to rehab

They tried to make you go to Rehab...
you said...
Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab...
you wouldn't 
 boo-hoo hot-mess

Details | Free verse | |

Bending Spoons


...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.

It depends on psi
if you 
are mutant 
X or Y 
a paranormal opportunity 
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .

Stare at the pattern 
on the handle
as you imagine 
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.

So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...

Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.

Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...

Details | Burlesque | |

Satan in my Bowels

Satan in my bowels
All I can say is 'ow'
Cringing and churning
My biscuits are burning
I’m praying for relief
Some sort of lanolin leaf
Wondering why I wasn’t born
Before the devil had horns 
Squatting in the bush
Mourning my tortured tush
Asking when trees portend
Charmin is our friend
So if you hear me cry
Shouting Jalapenos must die
Remember that camping is fun
Except when nature’s on the run

Details | Narrative | |

Call Me Gonzo

For thoose of you who may not know.
Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes 
it takes a madman to speak the truth so very clear.

I write for the broken vacant faces that have lost all hope.
To the dreamer who's well is slowley running dry from everyone
telling him to stop wasting his time.

I write like a endless highway fueled by whiskey and wild women 
every adventure leads to pain but life is pain and i love in spite of it.

I thirst for every unseen mile the desert my brother it's people dwell
in the spirt of the west the opium parlors and brothels spirt still linger.
I write with a hint of danger and a promise of disaster.

Im a blues player whos trying to out run the devil.
Im a outlaw riding to cross the border a woman looking to the 
empty range for my return.

I write because I breath in a world were the creative air has gone 
The bottle sits apon table and I welcome any strangers company
I just rather that stranger be a warm woman instead of a 
unfriendly amigo who is a little jelouse.

Write to be more than just part of the highways landscape.
Some may call me crude crazy insane some even vulgar and 
liar and thief.
But aside from thoose compliments.
No matter what you may call me.
Dont ever forget to just call me gonzo.

Details | Bio | |

hell was other...

hell was other
people’s lives, 
wayward wit and 
witless pride, 
played upon 
the green of life, 
until the light
was left to right,

hell was other
people’s thoughts,
fraught with that, 
that we applaud, 
aimless aims and 
limbless lots, 
the truth in truth 
we soon forgot,

hell was other 

Details | Limerick | |

Just Desserts For Unfaithful

  Any pretty woman turned his head
  He liked them all so it is said
  Then one day to his surprise
  They no longer caught his eye
   His sexual desire totally died

Details | Rhyme | |

Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.

Details | Rhyme | |

Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.


Details | Free verse | |

A Winter Walk

I needed some time, some space to think
And it was either take a walk or drink
And since I knew drinking would solve nothing
I put on my shoes and I started walking

The wind blew the chilly air
Through my unkempt locks of hair,
But I hardly felt the biting cold,
Walking with memories warm in my soul

The street was dark, cold and silent
It was funny the places where my mind went
While I slowly walked across the blacktop road
No destination in mind where I would go

It's funny the things you will remember
I recall a day in mid-December
And how suddenly, nothing seemed the same
After that man at the door called my name

I followed him into a secluded office
Where he would tell me his diagnosis
And suddenly I felt my beating heart
But the rest of the world had just stopped

I felt a hand in mine get tighter
I don't think the room could have been quieter
I shook my head in total disbelief
Too numb to feel anything, even grief

The question asked, "What does this mean?"
But the answer didn't mean anything
My head too fuzzy, my thoughts too jumbled
I turned to my love to speak, but mumbled

I don't remember what else he said
Because of the swirling thoughts in my head
It took three days before I could even think
Which led me to tonight: walk or drink

So I walked and I thought and I truly remembered
Dreams of the past, love treasured forever
Friendship and laughter, sorrow and pain
As though I was reliving my life over again

Little things that I'd sorely taken for granted
Things that didn't happen the way that I planned it
Promises made and ones that were broken
Love that was shared, love still unspoken

The frosty air filled me with a sense of renewal
Inside my soul was fighting a duel
The angel, the devil, both battling demons
Inside of myself I fought to redeem them

I don't know who won the ethereal battle
And I'm not sure right now it even matters
Where once I believed everything for a reason
I'm finding that harder and harder to believe in

Details | Lyric | |

A Cubicle Wish

I wish the world was made of cubes,
Four flat sides and a top ~
For I cant stand the slippy things,
That tend to slide or flop.
From piles of paper falling down 
Upon my dirty floor ~
To odd shaped bottles and fans I have,
Like one gigantic junk drawer.
But if the world was made of cubes
sitting in neat stacks ~
Then things would not fall over things
And this place wouldn‘t look like crap.

Details | Sonnet | |


I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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 | I do not know? | |

No Choice!

I hate it when I'm
       told to do
This damn thing
       or that.

And I hate it
When I don't do it
And am made to
      feel a rat!

So what is it that
      I hate much more
To do or not to do?

The former is within myself
      The latter within me, too!

Details | Blank verse | |

Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.

Details | Free verse | |

Fancy Hair

I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days

As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray

When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell

Before he had time to dry,  a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these  birds of the yard

Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers 
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains 
And fancy hair....

(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)

Details | Burlesque | |


I’m a man
In case you couldn’t see
I don’t use the word “poopie”
And I’m addicted to TV
I’m a man
Who doesn't have time to bleed
But who still has compassion
For blind, busty women in need
I’m a man
Who isn’t defined by “it”
Though affectionate enough
To scratch a public itch
I’m a man
Driven by real adventure
Falling asleep on the sofa
Still wearing my dentures
I’m a man
A wild stud in full bloom
Waiting in the Jacuzzi 
Picking my Fruit of the Loom
I’m a man
Who hates to be mean
Crying in the bathroom
When it’s time to clean
I’m a man
Nothing more or less
A mountain of masculinity
Who never ceases to impress

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? | |

Hollywood Holocaust

Fake in this city everyone takes. Money,Greed and sin indeed a ground were 
Satan surely breeds, This generation is raised to understand that Hollywood is 
the land of promise and plan the beautiful people that see life as so very simple 
as though their way of life is America's new temple. The big homes and nice cars 
a scar of success their all better than the rest i mean really are we to worship 
fake breast.

So my name is not on some walk of fame or my life displayed on freeze frame, 
hey that's the price of fame oh you feel violated when some one sticks a camera 
in your face and you take them to court and swear you have a case.

America don't conform to some Hollywood taste its just a waste what we 
sacrifice for them so they can be some big Hollywood gem and make millions of 
dollars for them. Right now i'am going to go out on a limb, i say all Hollywood is... 
is one big toilet to piss in never should any one inspire to go to Hollywood and 
build some fairytale empire along side these chump entertainers for higher.
America we must set our standards higher put out this raging Hollywood fire the 
need for a positive influence is dire.

Details | Light Poetry | |


Never really quite understood,
so mind boggling it's just no good,
Albert Einstein's Theory of Relativity.

E=mc2 he defined as Energy
equals Mass times twice Velocity -
but what's that to a poor wage earner like me?

Armstrong got to the moon thanks to this theory,
I don't believe it at all, it's plain trickery,
surely he was just fooling everybody.

Newton's Law of Gravity I can well understand -
you fall from a tree, you're dead and you're done;
but a hocus-pocus thing like Relativity, no way!

This Einsteinian mind game's not my cup of tea,
it's so ridiculous it could never ever be,
it just won't cut it for me.

Had ole Albert simply said that apple is purple,
orange is not a color and melon is no lemon,
life would be easier for this rotten simpleton.

Ah, might as well just stick to prose and poetry,
won't cause trouble to my mind and body,
not to mention my sanity!

Details | Burlesque | |

Do you?

Do you like to party
Drink Tequila and Bacardi
Shouting lyrics to songs
Guzzling beer from bongs

Do you like to dance
Pelvic thrusting at every chance
Giving girls your card
That says Napoleon Bonaparte

Do you like grassy lands
Holding on with both your hands
Praying for your drunken soul
As the Earth spins out of control

Do you like to drive
Going fifty-three in a thirty-five 
Telling cops you can’t be arrested
Because you might be dyslexic

Do you like to call home 
Collect on your new cell phone
Begging for a second chance
Because Bubba has no pants

Do you like to party
Drink Tequila and Bacardi
Giving your keys to friends 
Because karma has no end

Do you?

Details | Rhyme | |

Be Still


Just be still 


still my beating heart

my beating heart

don't beat so loud

so the sound does

not depart

 don't give me away

it has to 

             be my secret    

       can not give me away

        please be quiet,  just keep it
for some of us don't feel
 just be still 

even though my heart
is real just be still

Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.

Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)

Details | Rhyme | |

Four frogs on a log

Four Frogs On A Log.

Four frogs were lazing in the sun
When a log came floating by.
So the frogs all scrambled on to it
With happy little cries.
Not one of them had sailed before
And it was so much fun
But then it was, the big debate begun.

One frog said "Ain't that something
This log is so alive.
It moves along so easily
Now don't you think, you guys?".
"It's not the log that moves you twerp!!"
Said another thinking frog.
It be the river moving, not the log!!

"Oh no, no ,no" a third frog said
The both of you be wrong
It's not the log, the river neither 
It's your mind that moves along.
The moving be your thinking
Without it nothing be.
And those three did get to arguing
And never did agree.

The fourth frog said "you all be right
Not one of you be wrong.
The log it moves, the river moves
And the mind moves it along".
At that the other three got mad
For each did yearn to win.
So they grabbed that wise old frog and threw him in.

Socrares Feb 16 2004

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Gemini ( Male.)

All my friends say they can not abide
these two people I have deep inside
Let the first one insist,
feel the other resist
while I wait for their war to subside.

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You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote

You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste

You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.

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A Quiet Exit

A Quiet Exit

Poetry is disciplined

However, sometimes at the executive table
when a situation is not going according to plans
It's better to excuse yourself because of evil man

however, before leaving, relief a quiet fart
then make the exit,  gracefully glance
 over your  shoulder and smile
watch and observed who sense your present.

Ladies and Gentlemen have a wonderful day!

Details | Cinquain | |

Up and Down We Go

Does not change theme
Up and down, we go far
Coming back from where we began
Need Map

©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012

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Clueless Job Applicant

You’ll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn’t win?
He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style.
Tats trailed down his left arm, with my notice, he said, saving up for the other arm.
When ask about drugs, his answer to me was: “Yes, I’ll share” most invitingly…

Metal adornments on ears, nose, and lips, didn’t want to know, the all of it, at this.
As I noticed, he smiled most cattily, asking: ‘Want to see where else they might be?’ 
Hair a Mohawk with a trail down his back, colors of the rainbow, left nothing to lack.
Steel studs on a black leather butt, said, ‘Bite Me!’ with each and every staged strut.

What are you kidding?… Do my eyes me deceive, or did he just make a pass, at ME?
No Way! I’d rather drop kick him from my office fast, didn't he have any real class?
The application, a Sales Manager Job. Who would try to send me over the deep end?
Bet it had been a practical joke, beginning to end, so I simply held on, my friend.

He must've read my face, forhe smirked, I continued to ask for his list of experience.
His experience was none, but he said he managed his I-tune collection, very well.
Of course, he was the Leader of his ‘Chat Room’. I wondered, ‘Who could tell?’ GEE!
Also an impressive set up on his Facebook page, for his innumerable video games.

I ask how he was qualified for ANY job? Said, Dad ‘THE CEO’ wanted him employed.
I verified this with a call, was told not to be too Harsh, he had Potential, after all...
Ask what job he wanted to give his son? ‘Let him chose himself’, came the real clue!
Ask him, what job he really wanted to do, ‘VP in charge of Recreation’ was imbued.

Said he'd check out all the great places, in his Dad’s fancy Porche. Honestly True!
I kid you not! And he wanted his girlfriend, made into his secretary, Yah! No Doubt!
Believe it or not, he got all he thought he was due. All approved by the CEO’s! True!
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better… I began to really reconsider…

Really, who had been clueless… It hadn’t been him!… Which left me in a dither…
Knowing I just couldn’t win!  I’d be glad when this day was finally, truly, done… 
The kid had probably thought this a great joke on me from beginning to the end!
My perfect job, had just come undone! Apparently, being in HR isn’t always fun! 

My college degree, that took so much sacrifice, no longer sparkled, so much to me.
Boy did I now WISH, I was a CEO’s SON! As I simply got all the paper work done. 
Later, I saw the family portrait on the CEO’s desk. Lucky me! One down!… 
Only eight more to go!

Carol Eastman and Hubby

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My Telephone Version 2

Winter nights, the darkness comes quick
Key in door, to an empty house
Jacket falls fast right on the floor
I stare at the stand, at the telephone for sure

There she sits, alone, unmoving
No blinking light
No message at all
From a lovers voice or even a call from the mall

The ritual is the same, night after night
I pick up the phone, yes dial tone is there
I check the wires, all attached with great care
Its not broken, same as this morning

I confess, yes I stare at the phone over there

The phone is a functioning, I am assured
I call the weather line, yes a test but I was bored
They tell me is all sunny up over yonder
So no one calls me, of this I must ponder

I confess yes I stare, at the dark phone sitting there

Maybe the answering system parts are malfunctioning
Maybe she really did some exotic oh calling
Oh what I am saying, she’s out to the ball
While I look at telephone, alone in the hall

I confess yes I stare, I stare and stare

So another night, outside shines the bright city lights
I open the door to the darkness in fright
For oh my god, I see a blinking light
My heart beats in excitement, this is surely the night

I stare at a ringing telephone

Oh my what a delight!!!!!!!!

Wrong number

Now I am distressed, depressed, redressed
I am at my wits end I must confess
Another evening I sit here alone
Just me and my silent old black phone

I stare a that contraption then the abscess of the night

Like all of the nights in 2014
I will sleep in a bed, with no hug or ice-cream
The pleasures of life, belong not to me
Me and my phone will never be set free

So now it’s New Years Eve, party hat and good cheer
I sit alone with my phone, to ring in the New Year
Oh the irony yes I did see
For the phone is as silent as the heart inside me

I stare at the past; I stare at the wall

Where I contemplate tossing the phone, cord and all
Then it rings, and shocks me out of my trance
2015 has arrived with a telephone call!!!!! so happy I dance!!!!
Cause this time she called, god bless romance

Happy New Year  

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Love is like a Hoagie Sandwich

He told me love was like a hoagie sandwich
He said, “You start with the bread.
It has to be the perfect bread because it is you and it is what you know you like
You add some mayonnaise and some mustard 
You know you want that
Then you try a little ham
By itself it is good but something seems to be missing
You try a little cheese and that adds a little spunk
Then you decide that maybe this is just not exactly the sandwich you want
You like it but you are not in love with it
So you try something new
This time you add a little turkey, just for fun 
Maybe some roast beef, strong and stable
Oh, and a few jalapeno’s for spice
You decide you need something bold so you add some pepperoni
More cheese because you still enjoy the mellow type
You really want perfect balance
Top it off with an extra large helping of the bread you crave
And you find that this sandwich is perfect for you
Then you realize that you can’t truly enjoy it 
You want the perfect someone to share it with
So...You have to find someone that enjoys the same things as you
Then you offer them the chance to partake in this wonderful sandwich 
Freely sharing the life you have created
If they are inclined they partake and you share in the magic
Of all the love you added into it
For yourself and for them

Life, friendship, spice, spunk, laughter, balance
And the other half (a partner to share it with)
Not too much or you end up with a party sub
Just a perfect Hoagie sandwich”

Yes, words of wisdom in disguise

My best friend taught me 
Not to take life or love too seriously
To share it with the ones we trust and love
To put in it what you want out of it
To live, laugh, love and make beautiful memories
And to enjoy every bite! 

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

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The library of ideas

 I thought I'd write some poetry,
Though my thinking was too blind.
So I called into the Ideas Library
To see what I could find.

I looked through rows of new ideas
but none of them appealed,
I turned and tripped and banged my head,
where ideas can be concealed.

If you bang your head extremely hard
You really do see stars.
but don't do this to loosen thoughts,
It's the riskiest method by far 

I spent the night in hospital,
Awakened every hour
I was advised to watch my step
And avoid the Ideas Tower.

I wonder if there is a shop
Where ideas and dreams are sold?
For just a small expenditure,
Put your creative mind on hold.

But if you can't afford to pay
The library is still there.
Just look around and use your mind.
Ideas are everywhere.

The interaction of the world
With vision,thought and mind,
Produces many new ideas.
Those who seek shall find.

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There once was a proud Aries like me,
whose impatience kept from being free.
But all my pride inside
never had the chance to hide
the goal of winning confidently!

Details | Limerick | |

Her Voice Say


                     When tired from sweeping with the storebought broom
                                  I'd lean against not wanting to resume
                                       Momma said, "Nusing your bab?"
                                     I would sweep, under breath crab
                        Now would love to hear her say,  "Clean your room!"

(Momma would say nusing not nursing..Bab is instead of baby..)

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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

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Conspiracy Tabloids

Dragon found a conspiracy tabloid in the Grocery store the other day.
Now. He believed every crazy thing that rag, had to state and to say.
So I told him those things were made up to sell papers, and ‘not real news’.
And he should research every thing, before deciding, what is really true.

First, he went onto the internet, where he said, everything is absolutely true.
Where I told him anyone could write anything, that is absolutely, totally askew.
Next he went to the newspaper, where I told him it’s all politically flawed.
Even my CNN, though not all of it, at least, not the parts, I like most of all.

This slowly became: Believe none of what you hear, and only half of what you see.
So he showed me the tabloid, and I was amazed at what I truly, did see, to be!
Yep, we were on the front page “Where the World meets Dragons and Trolls”.
That, I couldn't explain away, especially, since it, suddenly, froze my little brain. 

They had gone and given me, my dreamed upon, 5 minutes of illustrious Fame.
So I read the article carefully, then laughed, until I finally had to come up for air.
It said we had a WWII submarine in Troll Lake, manned by turtles with green hair.
It said our turtles are under cover agents, ready, to attack as terrorists, from our lair.

Suddenly, a periscope came out of the water, and then it turned directly at me! UGH!
Lord of mercy! Is all I could say? I was speechless, as Dragon looked so smug.
I believe in Dragons... but not turtles with green hair, or a little conspiracy tabloid?
He got me there! As the turtles came ashore, in perfect formation, I became annoyed.

Did the government really think we were terrorists, and up to no good? I did say!
Well, the turtles said no, and by the way, they’d bought the submarine on Ebay.
They’d seen an article on us, and it just looked like a fun place to come stay.
They're from up Australia way, and the green is algae used as camouflage, there.

About the time I think it’s weird enough, already, here… Along comes something else…
So I can only guess… What’s coming soon…so perhaps I should say?
Instead of what’s going on here, with us…What’s new with you, today?
Oh, and have a stress free day.

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1953 Ford Truck

In my travels around....
from town to town...
I found sitting next to a tree...

a red truck for sale...
that looked like _ell!
a ford, nineteen fifty-three...

So I knocked on the door...
and wasn't for sure...
if they'd sell it to me...

When they answered the door...
they wanted more...
but I gave them two-fifty, not three...

I got it running at last...
and oh! what a task!
I couldn't wait to set it free...

Yea!! it's really fast...
when I give it the gas...
ask those cops who tickets to me!

The body's intact...
just one ding and a whack!!
I'll paint it just wait and see!!!


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so stoned I forgot
the periodic table
being dumb as rocks


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NEED HELP!  I can't stop thinking
and I don't know what to do
the words they keep on coming
seems that they are never through.

How they grow and multiply
and fill up all my brain
which is now in overflow
and driving me insane!

I think they plan to drown me
in a poets wordy sea
need a way to slow the words
still growing inside me.

I really need some answers
and I really need them fast!
Can anybody HELP ME?
Worried how long I will last!

Trapped in a poets nightmare
knowing if they go away
I will want them back again
and for them I will pray!

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Nudist Stoner

Those in glass houses shall never throw stones or run naked at daytime
*I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities

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4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Quip's IV At The Rapture

I was searching for my EX-Girlfriend for three(03) day's.  She just disappeared in to thin air in the blink of an eye..... I searched high and low. Everything was not left in place as usual.

Then, A couple of my friend's told me that she was caught-up, in the RAPTURE. Boy, you could imagine my dismay......

It turned out that I was wrong....Yes, she was caught-up in the RAPTURE... Only, it turned out to be, not the "Rapture" the "Rapture", But, Rapture The Nite CLUB!....AND she was caught in a police DRUG raid as part of an independent  investigation!....

She had been in jail for three(03) more day's. Turn's out that she did not need an
Absolution...She needed a drink and another lawyer...

******The Moral to this story is********

Things' are not always' what they seem! Always' get your story straight! Or else,
you will be caught at the "Rapture" too......



     And on the seventh (07th) day, she did rest.........

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Remember When

The fondest memory of a young boy’s drive,
   Are those things reminding us we are alive,
As when those physics of natural fortitude,
   Rise up to the occasion and start to protrude.

Seemingly the notion is quite  uncontrollable, 
  The mind that takes over is quite consolable,
`T was Love gave us the procreating  urge,
   Assumption is such, why should we not spurge?

As was this friend of mine who’s name was Berg, 
   With every young lady he saw, wanted to spurge,
He did saddled himself with three kids and a wife,
   Which is fine if mature ,but if not ruins one’s life.  

Another fond memory of a young boy alive,
   Is all those hot rod cars that he use to drive,
One of my dearest friends lost his life, where and when?
   High school graduation on Bayou creek bend.

A four in the floor and a fifth under the seat,
   Young boys feel like such a feat is quite neat,
Driving while drunk chancy rich price to pay,
   Same as being too young when one hit’s the hay!

This story has no glory,  though all parts are true,
   Parents seriously need to teach children good pursue,
Apple of God’s eye, tooth for tooth, an eye for an eye,
   We have not mercy,  when it is judgments we cry! 

For Contest: Fondest Memory
In Honor of: Frank Herrera

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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

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Face book status

 I have face book on my smart phone
 And get some notifications yesterday
 I was driving down by k mart
 But was curious to see what it says

 But as I pick up my phone 
 A police stop and give a ticket to me
 I have to pay $250 to see
 Some one post “they feeling lazy”

What is wrong with this people?
 Like face book have them going mad
 They posting all kind of craziness
 Like “I wake up and feeling sad”

Face book is a social media
 To connect with friends and family
 But some people get the wrong ideas
 And use it as their personal diary

 Face book can be very entertaining
 With some very interesting post to see
 I just use it to share my poems
 And nothing personal about me

 But sometime it does make me wonder
 If face book getting to people brain
 Why else would some one want to post
“I going back to sleep again”

So let us get this straight
 They wake up to say “going to sleep again’
If you don’t find something wrong with this
 Then I’m the one going insane

 A woman post pix of her lavish Sunday meal
 On the table with the candles lights dim
 Then writes” romantic dinner for me and hubby”
But this morning she was quarrelling with him

 Yesterday a girl post a lot of bad words
 Then today she only posting religious
 And when I ask her about it 
 She said I’m being ridiculous

 The men crazy for face book to
 But they keep them posting informative
 And one in a while they may post a joke
 But nothing to derogative

 Men like to read what them women post
 They have us curious and amuse
 Although some we don’t understand
 And some does left us confuse

 Amanda changing profile pix every minute
 Face book can’t keep up with she
 So they make a new site just for her
 And call it ‘Amanda’s library”

A couple goes to the grocery
 And post their location where they are
 To share the very interesting facts 
 That they buying rice and flour

 Some goes out with friends and family
 And post very pictures
 Them some does post interesting words
 From the Holy Scriptures

 A lot of people use face book 
 The way it was intended to be
 And then some just use it 
 Show case their stupidity

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Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 

                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows

Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL

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Goodbye Johnny Walker

Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis

I swear I’m in a nightmare
I know it’s some bad dream
this craving for the deadly juice
is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel, 
a battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
for some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever
the smell or wavering gait,
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
with breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
while in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
someone, somewhere, please advise me
What spirits will finally convince you
to seek your desired sobriety!

Details | Light Poetry | |

Self Discovery with Dragon

They say there’s a touch of God in every one.
An Angel inside, that is sitting there… ready to come out.
He’ll have to wait a little bit longer… Dragon just woke up.
He’s a tad bit persnickety, which makes me rather petulant.

Yeah! He drives me slightly crazy, as I say: Oh Well! So What?
Yep! He poops on my roses and he rains on my every parade.
But he’s still the best friend… I assure you… That I have ever made.
He’s a tad bit crazy, but I believe my imagination, is the very same.

He’s the ying to my yang, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Every time I think something up and I begin to sit and write…
Dragon gets ahead of me and leads me into another plight.
He’s perfect in a parable, story, or even a fable or two.

Lord Have Mercy! NOW what next… am I going to do?
I know… I’ll try to use him to pay my son’s student loans!
While everyone is incredulous, I’ll be raking in the dough.
I guess dreams are good for something… Don’t you know!

Come here my little Dragon, it’s time to start an adventure, again.
Now, where shall I begin?  OOOPPS I’m talking to myself… again!

Imagination Contest: Carol Eastman 5-19-2014

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Oh Wolverine

 December 12.2012

The scales are balanced, great joys ,vast heartache, deep rooted love.

Age withered appetite ,no food, nor travel desired, memories rekindle want ,but not drive.

A weekend with Hugh Jackman can surely re whet my palate, oh wolverine on high!

Brenda Atry December , 2012

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 Rain ©  

I walk on slick shine streets 
in the night with my lover. 

Freshly out of bed and ravenous 
for other food, he pauses and 
licks the tears and rain drops 
from my face. 

Rain in its many moods 
quickens to sweep the earth and 
skies clean. 

Settles on the skin like a damp 
kiss. Cold, warm, sweet, clean, 
sharp, rain. 

Is designer bottled water 
merely rain drops from afar? 

The dog romps through the rain, 
in his perfect raincoat, oblivious 
to the wet. 
Blinking owlishly when a drop 
should fall into his eye. 

Mysterious primates of the forest 
sit forlornly, beneath the 
umbrella leaf. 
Forever patient as the skies 
rupture with a torrential deluge. 
Human-tender eyes reflect their 
disgust and sadness at the wet, 
messy coats they must wear. 

The equine turn their haunches 
to the storm to show their scorn 
for nature’s tantrum. 

Cats run for cover, sit 
majestically removing the 
wet rain from their person with a 
wet tongue. 

Wild fowl dance across the circle 
patterns of the pond’s face, 
beating their wings and singing. 

They frolic and dive celebrating 
the sublime circumstance of 
being wet. 

Man spends energy and money 
to keep himself dry and safe 
from the rain, darting from 
doorway to doorway. 

What does he fear? He won’t 
melt if he gets soaked, he won’t 
become ill or grow fins, and he 
just might get clean. 

Snow is rain in its wedding attire; 
no two brides alike. 

The rain drop falls into a rivulet 
of other rain drops atop the 
The rivulet runs into the creek, 
the creek into a stream. 
The stream rushes to the river 
and the river falls into the sea. 

The rain drops turn to salty tears 
as the journey ends. 

It is said that chickens, if left out 
in the rain, will lift their heads up 
to the sky and watch the rain 
until they drown. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets


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The holidays are a time when we hold loved ones close

making New Year's resolutions to be better and not so morose.

With trimming the tree,  the gifts, the cards, the good wishes for all

Spending too much time and money at the mall.

Our hangover on Jan 2nd makes our resolutions go out the windows.

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My Talent Search

Everybody has a talent the wise say,
I have seen it proved day after day.

The ways of the Universe are funny,
As easy to understand as a hangover after a single  martini!

Just when you think you have learnt the lesson,
A new twist hits you right from oblivion.

My friend, he sings and strums the guitar,
I tried to give him company, ended up making him a star.

I handled the guitar, tried the rythm
All I managed to do was to confuse him.

He sang a bit, I croaked along,
The applause was more for my walking off, than for his song.

Nowadays I write my poems and have wise people read them,
They review it and laugh their heads off their brainstem!

I dare say my job is to spread a smile and a laugh,
The intention is all there, the 'talent' is the missing half.

I have become the inspiration for many...
I have bagged the award for upcoming poetic  tyranny.

My talent is not for poetry, I have been told,
That might be true, but I have chosen to be bold.

The poetry should go on, so has the decision been...
Shall we settle for two slices of laughter with a drop of wisdom in between?

(My dear friends, thank you for all your comments and words of encouragement and i hope 
this poem supports the fact that next to love, humo(u)r is the most potent and powerful 
emotion worth pursuing. This is my tribute to you,my patient reader.)

Details | Light Poetry | |

Face book

 Come home from work
 See my girlfriend crying
 She can’t get on face book
 And whole day she trying

 Well I try to fix the computer
 To get she on the internet
 The girl cries so much
 Two handkerchiefs soaking wet

 What’s up with face book?
 Sending this girl crazy
 Chatting with Amanda whole day
 And now she gets so lazy

 So I call her mother
 To complain bout she daughter
 She said she call back later
 Julie on the computer

 So went to her father
 And said she don’t cook no more
 She on face book since morning
 Till I come home at four

 He call me out side
 He hiding from his wife
 He said leave face book alone
 That is part of them women’s life

 The stove not light for the day
 All it has is bread and cheese
 She says darling I’m hungry
 Go order some Chinese

 This face book and women
 Is a bad combination
 It causing problems in homes
 All across the nation

 A woman updating she profile
 From almost all about
 When she quarrel with her husband
 She leaving that part out

 hannah taking out pix for face book
 She runs out of lipstick
 She takes two buses and a taxi
 Telling the driver to do quick

 So I call president Obama
 Tell him face book causing hell
 He said boy shut your mouth
 He wants no problem from Michelle

 Now face book is OK
 To meet family old and new
 But do people have to post
 Every little thing they do

 A man post he on vacation
 On the beach in Tobago
 While he home in couva
 But nobody don’t know

 I try to organize some friends
 To protest against face book
 When I gone them on the computer
 These men already hook

 So I have to stay quiet
 Because my girlfriend very sweet
 I pick up the phone and said
 Darling what you want to eat

Details | Free verse | |

Last Bell.....

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way 
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours. 
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under 
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be 
Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess."     "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never 
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics, 
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......

Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!

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Not at all

No hustle
Neither bustle
Just muted rooms
Soundless walls whispering 
Little innocence looms

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Email to Subby Conscience

(Gail's Note: Reply Email from Subby Conscience is the sequel to this.)

To: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 4, 2012

Why isn't it easy to call you at will?
Couldn't I just Twitter or email you until
You provide the answer in clear, solid terms
So that I don't have to lie in your chaotic squirms?

Instead, you tug at my psyche
And laugh at my logic.
You taunt and tug at my struggles
And sap my dream tonic.
You expose my repression
While disguised as a friend
All the while sneaking around 
In my personal REM.

A swirl of feelings
Interferes with the theme.
Makes my heart pound and pound.
Makes it seem like a scheme 
To interrupt sleep 
And destroy my 8 hours.
To wither my psyche
And sap super powers.

And then comes the waiting
Sometimes for years
Of what this all means
Could it always be fear?

But unknown to you
Over time you are helping
To harness the pounding
And process all my days' yelpings
So that I can function in the AM and more
While you are repressed as
I cozily soar.

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Buddha Nature

It is so easy at four o clock
in the morning,
under a starry sky,
surrounded by redwoods
and pines,
centered and breathing
clear air and watching
the sky travelers
make their rounds.
Buddha nature is a piece of cake
until Six PM in the dining hall
with wife and children,
a bloody bore on your right,
who's elbow's in your food,
as he shakes your hand,
and moves into your table.
Now, lets see your Buddha Nature!

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If I - Tryodine

If I      (Tryodine) form of poetry by Yancy Dalton

If I were a fly I could fly
If I were a bee I could be
If I were a person I would be me

Diana Dalton
10 Aug 2012

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Resolving with age,
the conflict “hard versus dark.”
‘Twill be “dark” all night!

Haiku for a New Year Resolution.
For many, this may well become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

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On television movie "Dirty Dancing" again
To tell honest truth I felt warm after glow
This looked like a fun thing to do from where I stood
I thought and on my "Bucket List" it will go

But when I moved from my sitting stance_no_no way
Even though this "Dirty Dancing" fanned my flame
At my age just don't have youthful energy left
I will just have to pen a "Bucket List" by name

A very long list of fun things before life's end
Seek map and then go down a never travelled road
Go on a surrey ride to hear the horses' hoofs
Would that my love and I for horse not be heavy

In a hot air balloon basket flow on warm air
Only so many years_go to states not been in
No longer sit at home breath very deeply sigh
I'll be able to tell generations where been

No longer sit home and watch each and every leaf
My life wil move now as if it was set on fire
Skateboarding looks like so much fun_might fall and break arm
Join circus learn to perform by walking high wire

When I look at my "Bucket List" I get so sad
Like New Year Resolutions that I never kept
Need a new list of very achievable things
When I seriously thought about this I just wept..

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They Had the Wright Idea

Look how far we've come! What would have taken months of perilous voyage now just takes hours of mundane leisure. At your fingertips lies countless options of entertainment: music, movies, games.

But looking out the window I can't help but bob my head to ELO's Mr. Blue Sky (why indeed did you hide away so long, Mr. Blue?). Wouldn't it be hilarious if my flight neighbor woke up and saw my Jay-Leno-esque head and NO ear buds? Each time I notice her stretching out her arms I wonder; is she yawning or reaching for the call button? "Yes, ma'am, there's a horribly spastic man sitting next to me. Could you kindly ask him to stop or at least transfer him to another seat?". Wouldn't that be something? It's not all that unlikely though. I'm surprised they don't boot me off right now. "And we at Delta would like to wish you a very safe and pleasant swim! Coffee or tea?".

Sure would save time just wearing a giant button that said that. It'd also give those poor girl's facial muscles a break. Just HOW many hours are spent wearing that plastered on smile?

Originally the Wright Brothers experimented with the idea of flying, simply for convenient's sake, and relentless human curiosity. Imagine if I were to trade places with one of them right now. I wonder what he'd think of the lady, near the front, indulging in a ginger ale. "Well at least they have good drinks on this flight!". It's hard to fathom what Mr. Wright might say...

NOTE: This came to me while on my flight back to the states...

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The Sucky Couch

My couch is oh so Comfy. It’s true I wouldn’t lie.
And every time I sit there, I have trouble with my eyes.
No matter who is with me, or what I’m watching on TV….
It tends to drift right by me as I work hard, my eyes to see.
Unfortunately, they keep closing. No matter what I do.
And I have to watch a movie repeatedly, to finally see it thru.
I know I’m getting older. Of that I have no doubt.
That couch sucks me into its comfort, tho it’s a prize I treasure all-out.
So if you come to see me, expect the very worst…
But know I’d love to visit, if only I could stay alert…
My father came to visit at the age of 78…
We got along to perfection, with all the naps we both take each night…
I swear, I can fall asleep sitting up, or standing on my head.
My husband lays a blanket upon me, each night as he goes to bed.
Then finally I will wake up, about 2-3 AM…
Then it’s off to bed to finish what I started before then…
And then another nap at noon time, between writing poetry in a comfy chair…
There’s times I lose my poetry to my little snores there…
Then it’s back to working harder to try to write some more…
But that couch is so addictive, I doubt I’ll ever see my friends again…
And any where past 7 is really bad for me…
But don’t forget to visit, anyway…if you’re in the vicinity.
If you cannot wake me… just leave a note, you see…
And I’ll be really tickled pink… to know you remembered me, it’s true…
Even though I may not remember you…

Carol Eastman: Light Poetry, rhyme, Love it because it's so true and was fun to write.
Contest: Beloved Poem

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The archer of laughter Sagittarius

The Archer of laughter

He needs to know; not trivia
But all those deeper things
Needs a higher education
He wants his life to bring
All the answers big and vast
He wants to travel too
Cause he has heaps of energy
He loves to do things new.

He cannot handle boredom
He must be on the go
If not in the physical
Then he will have to know
Everything about anything
He’s a philosopher, this too
He loves to have his high ideals
And he’ll always say what’s true.

But most of all he loves to laugh
To him life be a game
He doesn’t do traditional
And he don’t like things the same
He can be over bearing
But you’ll like him anyway
Though he will really pee you off
When he has too much to say.

1 August 2013 @ 0727hrs.

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Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

Details | Limerick | |

One Resolution

I had resolved one year,
To never again have a fear
But I feared sitting down,
So I walked all around
And that's how I ended up here.

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like it or not--it's here to stay

Inventive minds can be inspired  
Great ideas in time may be sired
High fashion and style
Are acquired for a while
But in the brain sex is hard wired

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Not Good in a Bed but Fine up Against a Wall/ E.Roosevelt

O rigin, the beginning, the mostest, bestest, most beauteous
H ave you ever been so very full of the symbolic

M essage of the flower kingdom
Y ou just can’t stand to see, or smell, another

G od forsaken picker pushing
O range, red, white, pink
D andy, handy, trite ,

A nalog for the joy and pain;

D ripping from the plucked
A nd pieced heart of
M an and his foil woman.
N ever again will I accept a 

R ose as anything thing
O f consequence 
S ince even an
E vil heart can buy a rose.

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Mr Inquisitive

Could a scythe cut a slice
from a sycamore tree?
If a bird had no feathers
what bird would it be?
If a square had three corners
would it still be a square?
Will your curls always swirl
if you tug at your hair?

My curls will always swirl
For questions make them so
You will question me ‘why’
when my answer is ‘no’.
If I answer you  ‘yes’
You will question with ‘how’
If a tree could grow knowledge
I'd reach for a bough.

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Laughter is Indeed the Best Medicine On Hand

A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this, 
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, 
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions, 
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!

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©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

I bought a new scale at the Wal-Mart store.
Made it secure and level on the floor.
I took a breath, then stepped on.
The digits I saw made me moan.
Surely, I do not weigh two-fifty-four!

Let’s balance the scale, then I’ll try once more.
Adjusted proper, they’ll give the right score.
This time the scales will behave.
I stepped on, tried to be brave.
But with a grin they said “two-fifty-four”.

I would like to throw these scales out the door.
Wish they were lying, but I can’t ignore. 
I’ve gobbled many things sweet
And chewed on too much red meat.
My expanding poundage is “two-fifty-four”.

My belly is huge, my chin is galore.
Need to lose it, but process is a chore.
Need diet low in fat and starch.
So my stomach will not arch.
Hope to be smaller than “two-fifty-four”.

Would a brisk walk cause my health to restore?
Would losing blubber help me not to snore?
Let’s get started. Soon I say!
Well - after the holiday!
Cause my clothes don’t fit at “two-fifty-four”.

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Drink Deep

From the well of wisdom drink deep
For soon comes the time to reap

From the sea of folly, merely sip
Or you may reap the title: ‘Full of it!’

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

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for Doctor Big

When you are retired,
you'll be just an old man,
with a fishing pole.

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Disguised as a horse,
Walked the rim of the track
Stepping onto the hippodrome
There was no turning back
Zeus, piqued by this folly
Turned proud steed into donkey
At the wire annoyed spectators
Might think him an ass?

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Reply Email From Subby Conscience

(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)

From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012

While I sneak  and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.

Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.

While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.

And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.

I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.

Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?

So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed

And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?

Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…

Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?

Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.

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A Spoon And A Fork

Someone caught a spoon in bed with a fork,
I assume that's why we now have the spork.
Let's hope they don't catch them with a knife,
Could you imagine a knoon or a fife?

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Now when I was a young man 
I didn’t need pills everything worked
I wasn’t a fan 

But now that I'm old 
I need pills everyday 
One to lower my blood pressure 
Another to keep the cholesterol away 

Now I have a new one 
To keep my mind straight 
And because of this 
I can’t ejaculate 

It’s good for an old man to stay hard for so long 
But even for that 
I need a pill for that schlong

I wonder whats next in the pill world for me 
Maybe a pill 
So I can pee 

They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged 
But keeping them straight 
Is making me deranged 

I need a pill to tell me what pill and when 
Because for the life of me 
I forget now and then 

I can’t tell the difference between the colors of each  
If I take the wrong one 
I have a hard on and no speech 

Now all these little pills 
Cost a pile of bills 
Which causes me 
Lots of stress and ill 

No more pills thank you 
I’ve had my fill 

Eric (and always will be)  

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Softer Toilet Paper

In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's,
The tissues so tough you grit your teeth.

No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found,
By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound?

You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed,
Soft toilet paper your bottom will need.

In this kit, relief  you will find
From toilet that is much more kind!

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Old Years New Tears

I raised my foot to climb the stairs
only to find an old age impediment there.

Down I went face first upon the stair
now realizing that I must first think before going there.

Raise that leg high resounds in the mind
something I didn't have to do once upon a time.

A thought that now stays ever constant in my mind
each time I approach something I have to climb.

What was once done with thoughtless effort
is now done in thoughtful measure.

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The confusing world of Poetry

The confusing world of poetry

Clerihews, and couplets
Acrostics, and Haikus
Me head is spinning round and round
Oh Lord I’m so confused
I’d like to read about the stuff
But I really ain’t got time
I’m too busy trying to write
In rhythm and in rhyme

I never was so very clever
I flunked in all at school
I guess me dad, he got it right
He called me village fool
He tried to make me turn out clever
But he didn’t have a chance
Cause I’m a dreamer through and through
You can see that at first glance.

So I don’t know about complex things
I’m just a simple man
But me, I’ve wrote eight thousand songs
And I’ve done it cause I can
The words roll out like a waterfall
And they come just like they are
And I talk about love, and I talk about life
And the flowers and the stars.

25 July 2013 @ 0925hrs.

Details | I do not know? | |

Sitting on the Amen Pew

You know there's more to life
than what meets the eye
when you're sitting on the amen pew.

It's the worldly things
that you pass by
When you're sitting on the amen pew.

There's more to church
than just being seen
and when you shout "Amen"
that's what you really mean.

What others may think
just don't mean a thing.
When you're sitting on the amen pew.

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A Word From Gonzo

Atlantic city had been a haze of slot machines and watred down drinks and loud nightclubs
that often  remendedme what disney land  could have been ifthatdam mouse wasntallowed 
to take over.

Never trust a talking rat.
 I had to go through a hellof a divorce because of it.
Good thing her brother was a lawyer cause  I might have
actully had something left oh well things are overrated like indoor living.
it's hell gettinga good internet connection in a tent.

But enough  time traveling  i had more important issues at hand
like my return and some unpaid parking tickets and that whole 
court case nonsense your place of business  burns down for the fifth time
and people all wanna  get uptight  hey i preffer to moron my lose 
in a casino they said i shoudnt be alone so  im just taking doctors orders.

But i had a deadline and it was almost happy hour the library was gonna be packed.
The subject   true art and  cenorship.
The world around us is totatl chaos so how could you restrict how people expressed 

Heaven forbid little tommy reads a bad word 
while him and and his best friend huff paint  
dear jesus man and i hope they dont play a violent video game.
Sure susan  go  have random sex with guys of fthe internet 
but dont read no cuss word on a poetry wed site 
you just might drop dead where you stand.

Its kinda like running a asylum and pretending that everyone there
isnt totally nuts.
No sir lets ignore the real world cause lord knows people 
cant filp on the tv   and see murder rape fires and war ya gotta 
love kids programing.

You cant restrict art for if it"s all the same cookie cutter stuff.
Then is it truley art or just a pretty dellusion.
Ignore the world and it'll run you over.

Life good bad  traggic is ment to be shared 
the secrets of the soul can rattle in that closet till 
madness breaks that perfect image we put.
but what I know.

Never restrict your mind for you will sufficate the soul.
stay proud and crazy forever 
Dr Gonzo

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Money And Life

All the gold in Thomaston
Is in fancy banks uptown, hun
There are two on the square
Just waiting to use lair
To capture your funds then you're done

(Our town is drying up
Today I noticed that
it only seems that
the banks are prospering.)

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The Complainer

They wake up emotionless every morning, guess who,
You don't speak to them until spoken to,
Your right, The Complainer Boo.

Their always right even when wrong, guess who,
that one across the table criticizing you,
your right ,The Complainer Boo.

Nothing pleases them at least for long, guess who,
boredom sets in and the world is wrong,
your right, The Complainer Boo.

Don't think you can change them it will never work,
Just consider your life has a little Quirk....

Details | Couplet | |

Writer's Block

You know what I hate about writer’s block,
How my creativity is hidden behind a lock;

Time ticks away as I stare at my screen,
My heart beating faster from the strain of caffeine;

The cursor flashing lulls me to doze,
Til a fly lands smack on the tip of my nose;

I swing at the fly and glance at the clock,
How did 10 AM turn into 5 O’clock;

I stand and I stretch and then walk away,
And say goodbye to another wasted day;

Maybe tomorrow will inspire my brain,
Or I could be slowly going insane…

Details | Epitaph | |

Dorian Gray

(Witty Epitaph) Herein lies a man named Dorian Gray He was very young and gay Till many moons one day His own painting did him away. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 September,25,2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Eyeball on Fifty Something

Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue” I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’ But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I’ll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Three Friends

a frog and a mouse went for a ride went along side by side down the road they rode to see until they got to the big oak tree sat in the shade all day they did until they met a new katydid a frog and a mouse went for a ride joined by a katydid who rode by their side sang to a tune the katydid knew out of the trees the birds flew no one seemed to really understand the friendship of this merry band

Details | Prose Poetry | |

An OD Pen

That pen just lies there on the pale white blank pad page__no activity; that sorry pen has O D on something dangerous_passed out_hardly breathing..Come on pen sit up_here sip on this strong coffee..That's it click, look around, life is active, inviting_write it down..Come on now_here eat up of these grits and red-eyed gravy; now that is an eye opener..You've slept through the last rose of summer that was deep burgundy long stemmed on the bush.  You missed that lucious kiss under the pale pink rose  that on the trellis grows.  Winter is coming on, sober up, get busy for you missed the Hummingbird sip nectar from the Wild Petunia then fly away leaving hundreds of Yellow Butterflies to get intoxicated upon its blooms..So you say you are awake now..Here let me kiss you beautiful ink flowing 'pon the page!

I think my pen OD on chocolate though!!!

Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Drunken Pen Round 2

Details | Free verse | |

Huge Garage Sale

The residents will soon be moving.
There is lots of miscellaneous and
still useable items.
Some old growth redwoods 
and fishable seas, some 
breathable air
and unpolluted shores,
bargains galore so
don't hesitate
to make an offer.
All prices are negotiable
and everything must go.
Saturday, from 9-5, please,
no earlies.
Earth, the nearest cross-street
is Milky Way.

Details | Sonnet | |

Kamikaze Khristmas

I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game

Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here

I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex

Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back

Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Watching

And I’m released in tiny bursts,
Like suddenly remembering what color the sun is,
Like remembering we’re all a bit like laser beams.
Why do I lean against the walls of the cave,
Self-regulating my impulses and bright-eyed notions
In a bubbling laboratory, upended with what I thought I wanted,
And what I felt was true?

That blue cord of boundless vision is either suddenly in shadows,
Or doesn’t want to come to the party as often.
Or you’re sitting on it and you don’t even realize it.
What's the bother? You’re making it all up, anyway.

Though it does matter what you’re creating.
Everyone’s watching.
This is the time and you know it.
And as vanity runs to the basement
The blue hues brittle into something near bliss.

Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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

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Isch-ca-dut-a All The Way

ISH-CA-DUTA mean's that I just don't know...

*******People Spell to Literally******

i dnt hve aaa spl=cke
I din't kno wht tu du a
So iF u can read ths msg
Thn u neeed an spel-Ck-Tu-a



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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.

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Y-DUH , Captcha Haiku

blank mind blonde moment silent
world spin round right round

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Disaster Preparedness

an aphid on a
leaf.  hold on with all your might!
a storm is coming!

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' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (2) ...' 70th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (2) … ’  70th  Senryu

     We All Need To Know:
What Time Justice, Being Served ?
 ‘Cause, GOD Made Dessert !

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The Paparazzi Quinzaine

<                                   paparazzi candid shots
                                     privacy act ruined ?
                                     big nuisance ?

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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.


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Another Year, Another Birthday

Another Year…Another Birthday!

I have a secret admirer
He goes wherever I go
I try to  hide from him
But he’s a persistent beau
I’ve tried to outwit him
Have done so for years
Bur he always shows up
As my birthday nears

When I was a young girl
He intrigued me so
But now that I’m older
He has to go!
He’s relentless, obstinate
And to my chagrin
I know for a fact
That one day he’ll win!

I try to ignore  him
Pretend he’s not there
But it’s my 84th Birthday
Oh…it just isn’t fair!
But I’ll not give in
I’m still in my prime
My unwelcome guest
Is Old Father Time

I eat my veggies
I cream my face
And I exercise
At a ferocious pace
I’m one step ahead
But he’s closing in
 If I make it to 100
Then we both shall win!

Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

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Alluring Title

                                           Alluring title
                             Click look at who commented_
                                     Me, senior moment

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I have never considered myself to be an old man
Though clues a plenty have been evident along the way

Eyes have dimmed, my gait has slowed but I still do what I can
But realization got my attention, slammed me hard today

Standing on a street corner, I nodded and smile at a lady so young, so sweet
She kindly extended her hand and offered to help me across the street

Details | I do not know? | |

Caribbean You

More than a vacation, a vocation
In the field of tranquility you
Search the Caribbean blue
Sensation or mental refuge

White sandy beaches wet
Peaches in drinks collect
Making the experience perfectly
Sweet, worthy as a bodily

Treat. Club nights, escapes
In lantern light vases
Erases memories of work
And the Jerk in Apartment

24B. you are lovely, true
Disconnection from Kansas
Dorothy, pitchfork my ass!
And to heck with Toto too, I like cats,

Bat-monkey bellhops serving champagne 
On balcony restaurants under starry
Safari-scene coca bean cabanas. 
Your hammock sways, snapping

Shirt stays as rays of sunlight brook
Your book and cook toes
That glow from wearing
Black shoes. No swearing,

Sweating, connecting flights
To sit here and there, eating
On the go in slow traffic, lights
And horns blearing in through

Hotel windows. Without AC
You see a sea on your desk
In your messed up cluster
Schmuck of yucky tapestry

Adorning cubical rat
Mazes. In code and number
Each node and blunder, busses
Screeching breaks on lakes
Of concrete. meat sickles
Tickle the fancy of Metro
Nancy’s claiming amnesty
From male mannerisms

As aneurisms claim hardy
Workaholic espresso toting
Suits late for some meeting.

Welcome to Pleasure Island

Were your wildest dreams 
Are you, making love to 
Models, crack dealing to stay
Away from the hustle, bustle, bubble

Muscle-man tan left sleeve down world.
Colors brilliantly hue the rising
Set down let down, it all really is
A biz of romance looking askance

At boom box beats from street
Thugs in Timberland boots
That choose to use time
As a crime enterprise

Of lies. But you aren’t there
You’re there in bikini underwear
On the water in your Caribbean
You picture frame from a last

Trip that wasn’t drug induced :)

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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?

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No Chapeau

One time in the past, I saw a picture of me.
I was a child; I wore a cowboy suit with cowboy hat.
I don’t remember this, but it was still part of history.
There was only, one other time, other than that.
This time I wore, baseball cap and helmet at bat,

I knew early on, my head would be bare eternally.
For my head was too big and also to flat,
Believe me whoever I asked, would definitely agree.
The thing I would use a hat for, would be to swat a gnat.
So I really have no favorite, definitely not, a Top Hat.

written for
Sponsor Carol Brown 
Contest Name My Favorite Hat or Bonnet 

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If I Didn't Think What I Think, Here's What I'd Think

Television commercials do not have any effect on me, Turn away when there’s something I don’t want to see. I don’t possibly have enough money to send to the poor, Would I really miss a dollar a day, now that I’m not sure. Sad, thin dogs tied outside without food, water or a bed, Humans who do this, deserve worse, that shouldn’t be said. People carry guns, just because they say its their right. What do they really need them for, just to cause a fight. Cars are a necessity, we need to drive them everywhere, Using gas daily - can I walk there, share a ride, do I dare. Smoke fills the air but the factories are needed to employ, Profits may be less but the clean air would bring such joy. If I am unsatisfied, I’ll just sue because I could use the money, No wait, I’m Canadian, we don’t sue, we are sweet as honey. I’ll foster a child, adopt a dog and if in trouble call the police, Walk to work, accept less salary and promote world peace.
Written September 7, 2012 For Nancy Jone’s Contest “If I didn’t think what I think, here’s what I’d think”

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Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift

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My FAVORITE Classic TV Show

My Favorite Classic T.V. Show A classic t.v. show that I thought was fun and silly. Was one I watched as a child: “The Beverly Hillbillies.” There was Jed. Granny. Jethro and Elly May too. You just didn’t know what these folks were going to do! Granny would offer possum pie or some “vittles.” There was no tellin’ what she was fixin’ in her griddle! This family would “dance a jig.” Or even “sing a song. And then they would all gather around “the cement pond.” It didn’t seem to matter what was served on the dinner plate. Ole Jethro would never get full. No matter how much he ate! Elly loved to have her many animals in the home. No matter where she went. She was never alone! This Clampett family brought joy through our t.v. I still watch this show. But just occasionally. This classic show is from a time in the past. But it still brings good memories that will always last! By Jim Pemberton "The Beverly Hillbillies"

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Can Money Buy Philosophy

I hate being deep, being philosophical and contemplative.
I much prefer to be analytical, judgemental, and cynical.

However, I am feeling much more the former than the latter.
I am pondering the concept of money.
I feel philosophical—money has the power to break up marriages,
cause deep depressions, even the power to create a stomach ulcer.
Yet it is only a few grams of metal, or even worse, a stingy piece of paper,
which has probably been through the wash a few times by now.

While I contemplate, ruminate with these thoughts, 
I come to a deep realization,
the cynic within me cannot even hide for a moment, 
while I pretend to be philosophical.

Details | Rhyme | |

Bow Wow

Let sleeping dogs lie
Don't get tripped by their feet
They come awake with a snarl,
and might think that you're meat.

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'Keeping up with Change'

What happened to the crossroad? I swear I spotted it here somewhere don't tell me you moved the goal posts again? I can't keep up with you - Changing the rules every time It’s demoralizing working towards something just to find out that opportunity don’t exist anymore don't play with me like a puppet master would - my feet refuse to move my arms don't know the difference between up and down anymore it's all good and well keeping me on my toes heaven knows one of these days even they will be no more...

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

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I sat before that panel

I sat before that panel,
some half my age,
that didn't know a tenth,
of what I do,
that I thought had the power
to change my life and
I barked, 
and drooled, 
and rolled over,
and jumped through hoops,
and licked butt,
and played dead,
and chased my own tail,
and preened, cutely,
and even scratched a few fleas.
I did as an old dog would,
that was tired of being kicked,
and starved, and tempted,
by his master,
and who had forgotten,
that he still had teeth,
and still could
run away.

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The Testimony

Yes, friends songs have been sung about salvation, poems wrote, declarations of

freedom declared, but it is my testimony I now wish to share.

Entangled in Satan’s snare I had no doubt why I ended up there!

Only half listening, laying my best laid plans for Jesus I’d take my stand,

on my terms of course ,he would understand!

I was on the right path of that I had no doubt

Satan could not touch me I was too smart to take sins route.

What I didn’t count on was now obvious to see…

He had me dead in his sights my soul no longer free!

That’s what happens when you decide to live your own way!

Yes, too late I realized he had me and he was insisting I stay!

Sin truly cost me more than I could ever pay!

To my knees I fell and begin to pray.

Jesus heard my cry and there He was right by my side.

He picked me up and dusted the sin from my soul, and said

“Child this is not the way to go!”

Back on the straight and narrow I will walk with 

great care.………but what is that over there?

See it is easy to go astray so be diligent , watch 

and pray for what’s over there may be your undoing someday!

Details | Verse | |

Of Birds and Bees

Heney Penny spent her money
On a hive of buckwheat honey
But the bees were not so friendly
They chased off poor Heney Penny
Left of her money, she hadn’t any
But of bee stings, she had many
She was doctored by Mcclenny
They were married in Cal Genny  
Now her thoughts are full and plenty
On her clutch of four and twenty. 

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Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low

“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”

My heart caught 
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it

A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore

On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins

And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink

Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets

Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should

A straying man on marriage seas
Navigates adulteries

When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”


Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts


Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Oct 10, 2012

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The Globe

Sometimes I can literally feel the burn of silence. 
It’s somewhere within my bones, 
a blank slate made of heavy metal poisoning.
 Perhaps if I cut deep enough, I can retrieve it
 and find the inspiration needed to purpose
 the lonely canvas I’ve sheltered for so long.
 And with a marrow’d ink I’ll scribe the secrets
 I’ve forgotten over years of mirrored eye
 rolling and self propelled pity #$%*s.
 Finally, I’ll be free to pool the ashes,
 and build my castle of upside down day dreams, 
and brightly lit nightmares.
 I’ll call it “The Globe”, 
and dress like Shakespeare would if he grew up in the 90’s, 
and all my friends can help perform my drunkenly scrawled 
screenplays that lead, inevitably to the death of “The System”
 that we all helped create, 
just so we could have something to destroy.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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' Mail - Lottery ... ' 50th Senryu

‘ Mail Lottery … ’      50th  Senryu

Publishers Clearinghouse Spree
 ...  ‘ Show Me The Money ’ !

(Yeah, I Know That's Jerry McGuire Movie's Line)

Details | I do not know? | |

I Think You Are The Cheap And Not Me ......

Showing me the expensive bangle on her wrist
She asked, "Will you buy me something like this ? "
If you do, you can take me out again
What do you say ' Yes ' or ' No ' ?

Looking at the bangle I knew it cost a lot
To take her out for a hot date
One day a bangle, another day a necklace
Her needs will never end until my pocket is empty

I managed to get a fake smile on my face
I saw another fake smile on her crooked face
I knew money is the only reason for this date
Her eyes are not on my face but on the bulged wallet 

It won't last long and it's unhealthy
I told to myself without thinking twice
Somehow I happend to control myself
I just said, " You get nothing when you come with me ".

Her response was so quick,"You are so cheap "
I had a hysteric laugh inside me 
I said loud to her , "I think you are the cheap and not me" '
"You know why? You come for something and not for Love " 

I am not looking for that kind of date
It is easy to get and I don't need it 
She tried to change the topic, "I was just kidding you" 
I knew it is a lie and I put a full stop on that relationship.

Details | Burlesque | |

Relax Honey The Worms Will Play

Relax Honey... The Worms Will Play!

Oh honey one day,
We will both part;
To rot in graves,
And waste away:
Playing with worms,
And dancing with maggots,
As they climb all around.
Relax love all is well!
Soon we'll be down bellow,
Cavorting with the others, under the ground.

Details | Verse | |


Joanna Davis

The whoosh of time it flies

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so fast

From the dawn of our birth,

To the dusk of our past.

If the legacy is filled

with the laughter of child-like dreams,

it explodes with joy

and bursts at the seams

The residue will fly

right out into space

Then when you’re older

hit you right in the face

Your smile will be big

your eyes will be wide

Then~~~~~~~~~~ whoosh

you’re right back

To when you were a child.  

Details | Grook | |


How redundant is it
to give out a word to the wise.
Is it not the fools
who most need the advice?

Details | Light Poetry | |

Over The Hill Footle

what you will
    when over that hill

    well your feet will swell
               and body might smell 
                           your hair will grey 
                                  want to be lazy all day

                                         tummy will sag
                                             eyes will bag

                                                    get bunions too
                                                          on heels how shrew

                                                                     lose some teeth
                                                                               OMG good grief

                                                                                         so if you will
                                                                                               take it slowly up that hill

Entry For Brian Strand's 
What You Will Contest

I chose Footle



Details | Quatrain | |

15 Minutes Of Quatrain Fame Oxymoron

no matter how many
media are used
just a few will know
what's unique about you.

Details | Lyric | |

The Black Mistress

Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Oh, no not me
I'm not coming second to another woman
No woman is coming before me
Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Come get your clothes if you can't spend the holidays with me
You live with her not me
Black Mistress
You want to buy my love when you want please
Oh, no not me
I have my own and I'm not selling my goods to no one but I'm still not cheap

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |


I wish I had a guru to tell me what to do.
He or she would be there in the morning
to help me start my day. Grapefruit or Honeydew
what ever will I pick? Life is just so challenging,
each moment is a choice. And then the moment before 
that and the previous moment too. Just where do I start?
Pepsi or Coke? Ford or Honda? And there is much, much more!
Drugs to get up, drugs to get down, pass the Lipitor, Art.
How does one get through this jungle? I know I need advice.
I'm willing to spend a bundle. Time or Life? ABC or NBC?
I'm confused, I think I need an Oreo but Hershey will suffice.
The T.V. is on from dawn to dawn, its all I know and see.
I watch the news religiously and have my choice of fears.
Good, that I do not drink cause I'd have to choose my beers.

Details | Rhyme | |


In the fifties life was simple
black and white you see
Elvis on Ed Sullivan
came across our used TV

Phones from Mother Bell
Rotary dial straight cords	
made way for Princess touch-tones
we now had tele-lords

Sputnik was the next big thing 
man walked on the moon
Neal Armstrong declared one small step
we sensed space travel soon

Then came IBM computers 
much to our distress
seemed we didn’t speak the language
didn’t have access

Enter Microsoft and Apple
much to our delight
We could talk to all our buddies
whether far,day or night

Email, wireless, blue-tooth
our new communications
talking either neighbors 
or to once obscure nations

As I look back and ponder
changes we’ve been through
I sometimes miss approaching a friend
simply saying how are you?

Details | Limerick | |

Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes

Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All

Details | Light Poetry | |

Ice cream

A girl runs out yelling” ice cream”
 For the colorful truck to wait
As she leaves the window
And hurriedly runs out the gate

The beautiful music that plays
All the kids knows it so well
So he always stock up the flavors
That he knows will always sell

He got vanilla, chocolate
Strawberry, and mash mellow
Cherry, coffee and rocky road
Fudge ripple, coconut pine apple

Every one love ice cream
It don’t matter who they are
If they cutting sugar cane
Or are a famous superstar

Bet there is some ice cream
 In everyone fridge at homes
And I’m sure in the cupboard
 Have some ice cream cones

It has so many different flavors
That you could chose from
But it don’t matter to me
Just as long as you give me some

The origin of ice cream
Goes back to china 4th century
When they discover crush fruits
And ice was very tasty

Then they add buffalo milk
And rice mixture boil very slow
Then they keep it frozen 
By packing it in the snow

 Marco polo taste it in china
So he ask for the recipe
Then when he comes back
Start to make it in Italy

But I really not good at history
So don’t know the origin for sure
But when my bowl gets empty
You know I asking for more

In Trinidad we have bee’s ice cream
 The best in the whole world
When we go by Julie house
We will say bring ice cream for us girl

Legends says that bees ice cream
Cause a relationship so end
When a guy eat all the ice cream
And didn’t leave none for his girlfriend

And when she gone in the fridge
He run and hiding like a mouse
When she see he eats all the ice cream
She kicks him out of the house

Yes ice cream is love by everyone
Old, young, and small
When coming to my ice cream
I not sharing none at all

Details | Limerick | |

Velcro Shoes

I hardly ever wear shoes that tie.
My wife will tell you, I never lie.
Velcro shoes are my game.
I love them without shame.
If they stopped making them, I would cry.

Written for

Sponsor S K A T * 
Contest Name SHOES 

Details | I do not know? | |

What Are You Saying Inside?HMMMM!!

I started thinking about, what my mouth says out loud but what my mind is screaming
inside...I am sure somebody knows what I'm talking about....Bare with me here.LOL

So I'm in the grocery store, and I see this girl I used to know-she always thought she was
better than me..."Oh no, here she comes-"She says "Hey girl, Oh it's so good to see you!!
My mouth says" Wow, what a wonderful surprise!!..But inside my mind was screaming, "If you
don't get away from me right now. "I swear I
will beat you down..

So my ex husband, asks me "Is it okay if I bring my girlfriend with me to pick up our
daughter..My mouth says "oh sure- no problem".....But inside my mind is screaming."what??
"Hell no"-"You gonna bring her -here-"To my house- Aw Y'all both in for a treat".

So I'm at Coco's..The waiter comes over and says,"Are you ready to order? I say sure,
"I'll have the Big bite.."She says okay-your order will be right up..Later she comes
bringing me a plate with hardly nothing on it...She asked" Is everything okay..My mouth
says, "Uh huh...Thank you. But inside my mind was screaming, "CHEAT- TED" "I've been
CHEATED..Big Plate,Little bite!!

So this guy I met a few months back...gave him my number and he just barely called me.."Is
this Tyesha, he asked"..I said "Yes, who is this..Gregg remember me from the store..I'm
like oh yeah, its been awhile..So then he starts to say, "Girl I been thinking bout
you.."You been on my mind along time..Now both my mouth and my mind, started
screaming.."Oh really?" Is that right? "About 3 months now you been thinking bout me and
you never called until now?? "He keeps rambling on and I just say "Look I don't know
what kind of game you trying to play but I'm not interested..."If you really wanted to get
to know me , You would have called the same day I gave you my number.."Okay... so see
ya,"wouldn't want to be ya...and uh Lose my NUMBER!!!Jerk..

Details | Light Poetry | |


The astronomers, common people, kids are gazing
At the Super-moon that has appeared in the sky.
The super-moon is so big, so bright, so charming
That the bystanders cannot even blink their eye.

Next day, the burning furnace of the Sun will burn
The shimmering of Super-moon with its warmth.
What will change tomorrow? Will the waves turn?
Will fate of the poor change? Can death be birth?

The poor who sleep at rough footpaths of the city
Were sleeping starved in the chilly moonlit night.
They had nothing to do with the moon’s luminosity,
If the moon were bread they could eat it with delight.

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Calamity the Uppity Clam-1

I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.

Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If  barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek. 

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' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (1)...' 69th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (1) … ’  69th  Senryu

    Just Ask Gomer Pyle ...
' Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner ? '
    Big,  “Surprise, Surprise !”

(Also, One Of My Past Favorite TV Shows)

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All the Mad Hatters

Madness, the Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.

"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness splices genes with fear. 
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer. 
Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears.

"Are you the ass? Or is it me? 
Have I ears and a nose? What do you see?"
"Hehawww," said Pinocchio's friends.
"Heeehaw," said Darwin* back again.

Round and round went Steven Hawkings*.
"Madness," said Lenore's raven* squawking.
"Madness," said Einstein* in a blink. 
"Reciprocate!," said the missing link.

* Art by Salvador Dali
* Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth states
   if you know you are crazy than you must be sane.
* Timothy Leary explored LSD and other hallucinogenic drugs.
* Kellog [of cereal fame] proposed enema's as the cure to 
   all health ills, plus loads of sex!
* Darwin proposed man evolved from apes.
* Edgar Allen Poe was mad when he wrote The Raven.
* Einstein had aspergers syndrome a type of 
* Steven Hawkings is a wheelchair bound scientist who autism. 
   extrapolates on the edge of mathematical reality.

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Marching Years

There’s a chemical factory upon my face
I have lines and spots I need to erase
I mix elixirs and daily apply
The aging process I cannot deny

I have marks and wrinkles and sagging skin
The lines increase and I can’t seem to win
Freckles increase and begin to align
Like routes on a map – I’ve lived a long time!

I sunblock, peel, use Oils of Olay
I moisten and cream my parts – every day
I shave and massage, apply hot face oil
It’s my avocation; how hard I toil.

Silicone, botox, collagen from cows
Inject as much as my money allows
I need to move from my face to my legs
My veins mark muscles with little blue pegs

Choices are limited – laser?  Saline?
The process somehow is getting obscene
I endure the pain as they inject
I need to recover my self respect!

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A Pocket Full of Rocks

 Funny Story and unfortunately true. When I was in Prison at Pelican Bay State prison in Crescent City, Ca., one of the ways I made money or "cantene"  as it was called was poetry of sorts.. I was more or less the hallmark kinda person. Writing stuff for anyone that asked and especially when they paid. I was asked to write a poem about having a pocket full of rocks. I had made the mistake of boasting that I could come up with something at least with a beginning, middle and end about anything.....anything ..........You read this and you will see how wrong I was.....or was I?

"Pocket Full of Rocks"

I had a brand new pick up truck. 
A big wide screen T.V.  
A house up on the hillside 
beneath the shade of and old Oak Tree. 
I once wore some fancy clothes. 
All around the world I'd roam. 
Now all I've got is what you see. 
Flat broke and all alone.

I was known at every bank in town. 
Had more cash than I thought I'd spend. 
Both A Master Card and Visa 
whose limits had no end. 
I had women everywhere I turned. 
More love than you could know. 
Then I went and blew it all. 
Where did it all go?

Now with patches on my blue jeans 
and holes in both my socks, 
I've a head thats full of empty dreams 
and a pocket full of rocks.

No..I don't have a dog gone thing. 
No car! No clothes! No house. 
Hell even my best friend is gone. 
Ran off with what was my spouse. 
Yet I'm still fairly happy. 
I can't dwell on what I had. 
Cause' if I did; believe you me. 
I'd be to Gaw Durn sad!

They were talking about drugs. I did not know they were talking about a drug. So you can imagine all the crap I got on this one. .... Prison sucked. I deserved to be there. (I never hurt anyone, stole or terrorized anyone) This was a very lighthearted moment in a time of my life that was anything but pleasant. 
*I had no idea I was being so prophetic.........For Someone?

Thank You
The Applethoughtrotten

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patience #30 angel card

not a natural 
has to be thought out and planned
who has time for that!?!?!?

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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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And the Voice Said-----

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert

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Filthy Gorgeous

Camera candy nose
Pyroclastic pose
Beverly Hills publicity
Her kitty’s named felicity

Do the Bentley boogie down 
In that shaved Versace gown
Vesuvius Christmas wreath
Viral presents underneath

Walk that red carpet ruse
Marrying mortgaged shoes
Spaghetti string saunter
Sauced communists want her

Champagne celebrity schmooze
Collecting her psychic's dues
Visions of pin-up hair
Her cleavage loves a dare

Diamond mirrored glasses
Nonprescription asses
Paparazzi puckered lips
Pillow tops of Botox tips

She seduces colorblind nations
Undressing orphaned obligations
Designer hip dysplasia
High heel knockoffs in Asia

Behold the drama queen
A feudal minx of screen
Begging the homeless to dream
Because Oscar makes her scream

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Poem Pinata

Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the  stripes of paper
and the glue,

In  the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of collaged letters.
with  corrugated metaphors
Sightless Find the weakest point.

let that guide 
your hand
the transparent rose
wrapped candy
shall flow
in libation of sound
pour down
like a quirky rainstorm
like silver
on the sidewalk
of your mind.

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Handy Man

As sweet and fluffy as cotton candy
Is my love who is so handy
With his repair kit to fix things dandy
It's so nice to have man about___eyecandy

Details | Free verse | |

the apple tree greed

the apple tree greed 
the apple tree greed 

he has an apple a green apple 
he is the only person in this room 
with a green apple 
suppose suppose NOW 
he has MORE of those at home 
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree 
In his backyard no WAIT 
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau 
And he makes green apple wine 
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people 
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine 
And the whole city is soon sick 
The children ralf and barf and ralf again 
There is no more end to the men 
Drinking all the green apple wine 
To make this ONE person rich 
He never offered me any of his wine 
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage 
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please 
I'm just full of good intentions 
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many 
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay 
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him 
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure 
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name 
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and 
his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in 
ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in 
selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my 
teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the 
core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is 
being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big 
its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from 
branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine 
no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the 
wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces 
vailiantly piled higher then the sky. 

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- to all- good night.

angels are sprawled 
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue 
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere not ‘nough off too far
there  are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday will commercial 
the crap out of
office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…” 
spark the  short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day

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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert

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Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert

Details | Cinquain | |

The Game Of Life

golf won't
describe me to
a tee, but putt-putt is
more my style -- shorter distances
to win.

Details | Lyric | |

The Pawn Folly

Sand-like cliffs reaching up as towers
 thier sole purpose, but to measure hours,
 feels a though I'm stuck in a cage
 resulting in more visitations with rage;
There's not enough drink to fade it away
 and too much left to quit it, today.
 A good woman could help me put it down
 but, there doesn't seem to be any of them, around.
Gravity's pulling just as hard as she'd might
 and, the extra pull, has brought upon us, the night;
 and, just as noon can coerce the dew to fade
 night got real lucky, bartering for trade;
for day's sky and night's sky yearned for folly to be
 each dimension's signature for eternity;
 pawn folly was divided into both these domains
 giving birth to split issues, and more difficult planes.
But, on l keep trudging, as on l must go
 who'll win in the long-run, believe l'll never know,
 l've donned my best hat and, my only warm cloak
 but it's hard to realize that I'm the butt of the joke!

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to be alone

To Be Alone
Solitude brings peace but being alone brings restiveness, 
a longing for a voice even if it is a speak saying obvious 
utterances. Silence doesn’t make a man whole he needs 
to hear voices, to make sure we are not alone in a world 
full of noises, that means nothing for the basic needs of 
the daily. Simple things what’s for dinner tomorrow and 
if we do not listen carefully we lose love behind the words 
of domestic murmour as it often get lost in the world of 
thunder; if we lose the ability to listen out for the ordinary 
we lose the big picture, our loneliness becomes agonizing
a constant hum that only brings despair and unhappiness.     

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There's Life In The Old Girl Yet

I've had a good life, been a good wife
My kids didn't turn out to be junkies
I've tried the new trends, made a lot of good friends
And put up with some weirdoes and flunkies
I was considered to be...or so they all told me
A pretty hot chick in my day
Although the years fly too fast, I don't live in the past
Just ask and I'll come out to play
I fuss with my make-up 
I just like to shake up
My peers who think I'm too bold
Forget Father Time...I'm in my prime
And I just refuse to grow old!

Copyright©2003 Beatrice Boyle	
(All rights reserved)

Details | Narrative | |

Ethnic Cleansing

****appalled wicked intoxication!

Tonight we are having a big evening
Brunch for the lot of them!
They are expecting to expect
The unexpected.....muuuuy! 
What shall we serve.....
And how do we split the bounty...

The curator exclaims, we are having Grey-PUPON
And Corn Bread.....
A happy customer ask! Where is the Hot Sauce...


Question: Whom do you serve first? The customer or the Gardner!
Warning: This is a rehtorical question...  OUCH!
Comment: Bladen figure it out!

Details | Free verse | |

Love Hurts - The Symptoms

Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.

Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?

Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?

Details | Cowboy | |


our,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live

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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

Details | Couplet | |


Ever ask your partner if they want Chinese food for dinner, They reply, “That’s fine”, now does lying make them a sinner. Think back to every reply where someone has said “That’s fine” They really mean, with no other options, acceptance they’ll resign. When picking out wallpaper, a piece of jewelry or a special gift, The word “fine” in the response, will not give the intended a lift. Answer any question with “fine”, you have to realize its not great, It’s neither affirmative or negative, that’s why its the word I most hate. Go ahead use the word, say “She’s fine” because that’s fine by me, Enjoy your gourmet dinner - alone, you can watch the fine scenery.
Written July 27, 2012 For Michael J. Falotico’s contest What word do you hate most

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The world is a perplexing place
So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one
I started having fun when I was way too young 
I’ve walked down both sides of the tracks
The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack  
Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life
By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all
Sometimes I managed to pull myself up
However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll
I felt like I had lost my soul
I didn’t realize I was just being used and abused
I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb
ass fools
People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end
I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck
I found myself stuck
I learned the hard way
I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength
The strength I had within myself all of these days
I refuse to live in fear
That’s when I decided to change my ways
I was forced to grow up way to young
My life had been like one disastrous play
I took back control in every plausible way
I could no longer kick and scream
For I was done living in this catastrophic dream
It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me
There are no magic pills, no quick fixes
Only I could choose to remain a victim
I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty
I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to
Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown
I chose to let myself be free
Knowing I am the only one who holds the key
The key to unlock and release myself from the pain
Now everyday is like a surprise
I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes
I take advantage of that as much as I can
I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn
I would not let myself be tainted from the past
Life passes by so fast
Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone
Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face

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Just To let You Know

I’ve eaten the chocolates you brought last night
   in the box that was prettier then the taste of the candy
forgive me, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful
I’m not that kind of girl you know 
  one who is bribed by roses and Whitmans 

am I likely to fall for fluid practiced lines
  meant to make a girl swoon and fall in love 
for a careless hour of your time
  with your hungry, shallow anticipations…
of removing my pearls and chemise
  you know…
the one who waits with excited expectations
  for your silvery seductions...
just yearning to be seduced 
  by your lover boy’s touch
  or …
for a midnight tryst 
  that ends before it even begins
  oh yes... 
I see your majolica, opaque heart 
  It reveals the opacity of your dull mind 
you interest me not 
  my heart rises to the golden boy
the one who laughs with his eyes
he really does see me with his heart
  the one who listens- who knows the color of my eyes 
he spends $1 on my favorite kind of licorice

$20 for a meaningless box of chocolates or…
  roses meant only to impress
he's the one who learns quickly 
  he really wants to know things about me
those little endearments…
  you know...
like what my middle and last names are
  he knows and sees what I have to offer
it will be appreciated by a true heart 

for I am not an empty headed
  young, seductress 
to sweep you off your feet 
with empty lines and ploys 

I am not that she 
  who expects fancy gifts 
unloading your checkbook of it's contents
  putting out her soul for sale

I'm not some plastic Tinker toy 
  you put together and then pull apart
I think I’ll just wait until he comes along
  If not…
when I’m alone I’m happy 
  the smell of the dogwood
their fragrance in the breeze
  I’m okay with just being me

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My Morning Dilema-What Do I Wear

Each day is a mystery of what lies ahead
Waking to the wonders swirling in my head

How will I fair when I dress and prep
Looking for solace in each daily step

Is this a day of laughter and fear?
Or will be one where I shed a tear

Or will it be full of tension and stress
Just maybe it’ll be one of the best

So what do I wear my casual or formal
Depends on if this day will be normal?

Now I arise with these thoughts all in my mind
Time’s running out and I’m lagging behind

Just throw something on so the process will begin
Praying for strength that is deep within

Movement is faster as I am thankful for awaking
Fears of the unknown decreasing in the making

Smiling and rushing as I attend to my hair
Just wasted my time finding something to wear

Details | Cinquain | |

It's Tax Time Cinquain

                                                       financial charge
                                                      direct or indirect
                                                exacted by our legislate

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

wealthy or healthy?

why is it that most people are always seeking wealth?
they will push themselves to the limit and disregard their health
money can't buy true happiness, 
it's more of a burden than a prize
yet many people are obsessed with it,
but at what price?

how many houses can you live in ?
how many cars can you drive?
how many gold chains can you wear around your neck?
will your wealth keep you alive?
how many credit cards and bank accounts do you really need?
as humans we are great consumers 
and we have a condition known as greed

it's funny how there are some people who don't have a lot of bucks
yet they live lives of happiness, is it their destiny or is it luck?
it's funny how those people who can barely get by
learn to live on less and contently survive

yes, we'd all like to be rich and not have to look at the price
whenever we want to buy something, but what are you willing to sacrifice?
when it comes down to the truth, you have to decide what is your measure
is it health or is it wealth? what do you treasure?
in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth

you can have all the money in this world and still have a fatal disease
you can live in a trailer park and with your few possessions and be pleased
you can have that great big house in the best part of town
but if you're laid out on your back, where is the good in it to be found?

money and wealth are just some of Satan's tools
to take people away from God and make them act like fools
many will lie, some will steal and others will kill for wealth
but what good is all the money in the world 
if you ain't got  your health?

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My husband

Yawn sigh, scratch your crotch
Yawn sigh, catch your breath.
Yawn sigh, me looking on,
Yawn,  sigh, 
how soon youth is gone.

Details | Sonnet | |

My Friends Screen

Head hanging off couch waiting to be fed
Things take on new perspective looking up
'Twas noon bored to tears just lying in bed
Had to have some coke and ice in my big cup

Coke and chips are good to give me the strength
They are always here even though wish were
Not, they will be gone away at some length
Character traits say we can depend on her

Recycled teen can now visit friend
Get to station_for heard in distance train
Recycled teen now has fun is that plain
First of life was hard_life is better at the end

Enjoying golden years_no more inbetween
Mother and daddy can't now my friends screen

Details | I do not know? | |


Who cares about table manners? Why do you have to have any?
I think being mannerless makes you a better person than many.
Why can’t you hold your fork in the other hand?
And bang your spoon on the glass? I just don’t understand.
What’s all the scandal about using your knife to eat peas?
The peas taste the same – why can’t you do as you please?
Why do you have to spread a clean napkin out?
To get it all dirty and have it cleaned again, no doubt.
It’s just the sort of rule a stuffy grown-up makes up,
To give us all a bad time, instead of pleasure, while we sup. 
Why can’t you slurp your soup and splash it all around?
I think slurping and splashing make rather a nice sound.
They block all the snobbish conversation out,
And give you something to be delighted about.
Why do you have to eat with your mouth shut tight?
And chew every bit of food thirty times day and night?
It just gives you jaw ache, nothing happens to the food!
Once I chewed just fifteen times, and boy, did it feel good!
Why can’t you talk when you’re eating, tell me,
We’ve been blessed with a voice box, haven’t we?
Why does burping or belching nearly give everyone a fit?
It just shows you’re enjoying your food, doesn’t it?
When you get up, why do you have to say, “Excuse me”?
You don’t need to make excuses for washing your hands, you see.
You’re supposed to enjoy what you eat,
Not act like you’ve got cold clammy feet.
How can you really feel the taste,
If you’ve got to sit still like your pants are full of paste?
Table manners were surely invented by someone
Who wanted us kids to stop having fun.
It’s probably a kind of training to turn us boring too,
A crash course in becoming an adult, something our parents went through!
To turn us dull and uninteresting, decidedly stuffy,
Imposing and conceited, haughty and huffy.
So come on, start rebelling! What are you waiting for?
Gulp your water, start food fights, have an ice cream war!
Forget about rules; bend every law that can be bent,
Life’s too short, so start an eternal trend!
But even then you’ll probably be well and truly grounded,
And your lifelong punishment will definitely be sounded.
It’s a way of the world, so you can’t make a fuss,
But eventually table manners will get the better of us.
So have a grand time till you’re grown up for good, 
And then remember not to throw about your food.
Some people like being clean, even if they are few,
But don’t let table manners triumph over you!

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Pith II

Writing is vanity,
except in the bathroom,
where vanity lies beneath,
and is replaced up top
by a truth-telling device
called a mirror.

Details | Couplet | |

Joy to the World

Joy to the world is a precise name 
For this poet named Joy of little known fame
For joyful I am with the Lord as my guide
With a Christian heart and a smile a mile wide
I sing His praises, confess his name
Worship the One who is without blame
So “Joy to the world, the Lord is come”*
Songs about His birth really make me hum
This is one side of me that you might see
But another exists, if you will permit me

“Singing joy to the world, to all the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me”**
Jeremiah, the bullfrog inspired me to collect a few
Frogs of green and one that was big and bright blue
Now many years later and many frogs, too
The funny side of me comes shining through
I love to laugh and try to bring pleasure
To enjoy this life and to give without measure
To honor the name my blessed parents gave
To have lots of fun, but still try to behave
Life is to live and to love, this is true
So put a little joy to the world in your life, won’t you

*(Music from Handel, words from Isaac Watts, 1719)
**(Three Dog Night 1971~words and music by Hoyt Axton) 

Details | Free verse | |

Little Red

Full Moon Brimming 
On A Hungry Wolf
Fire still burning 
Words are not enough

Red Riding Hood,
You stopped me where i stood.
The basket you held, looked so good,
I enticed...And you fell... 

In the woods... safe and sound
We could not believe what we had found
Me in denim... and you it lace

We understood, each other so very well
Full moon brimming over with light
Gazing into the eyes of the other

The twin to me, I did see, in You.
Be careful with my heart, my love.

My running shoes are unlaced for now,
So lean back and enjoy the ride.
Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow.


Details | Limerick | |


     Umpf . . . Umpf . . . Squeeze . . . Squeeze
     Tuck that flab in there, if you please!
     "This swim suit is too small, I fear...

      Or did I think the same last year?"

      Just one thing...REMIND YOURESELF NOT TO SNEEZE!

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Soda Machine 1 – Humans 0

A soda machine took them down.
American, Japanese, European, Indian
and Chinese I saw attempt to buy from
that machine. And the machine won.
Try and try they might, they put in dollar
after dollar with no success at all.
They swapped ones and asked each other
to try another one and they kept stuffing
ones in that machine, but to no avail.
I watched this with quite a bit of amusement.
Sociology 101 … a group of people immediately
becomes stupid.
Not quite what I learned, but pretty close.
As I stood there – having already figuring out
that the bill collection slot was full – I counted
out enough quarters and I sauntered over to the
machine to make a purchase.
The people there asked me to try one of my dollars
or if I had different dollars from what they had.
I had to do it – I just had that streak in me right
then. I pumped in my quarters and
bought a soda, turned to the assemblage and said,
The bill slot is full, idiots, use change.
And I walked away with my soda, but not before
I saw the looks of bewilderment in the eyes of
the people. It never even occurred to them.
So I made a silent toast to the stupidity
of the masses and the amusement they provide.
Ah, this would be such a great planet
if it wasn’t for the people.

Details | Haiku | |

Cat And Mouse Game

Cat types words all day
Mouse cleverly wipes away
It's a cat/mouse game

Details | Narrative | |


Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?

Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway?
You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away.
That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat?
All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at.

Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self;
I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf.
We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try,
Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied.

I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom;
It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man
lives on the moon

Details | Acrostic | |

The search is On

Are you the one, the bride I try to find? 
Still haven't met you, how can I make up my mind? 
How am I to know? How am I to decide? 
Waiting for the questions to get demystified 
I know that I am patient; I know that I can wait 
Not for ever though, it doesn't work out like that 
I am sure it'll help me find some answers if we go out on a date.

Details | Free verse | |

The Irony of It

Uck! Oh my!
My feelings
as I get out of bed each day
to get ready and go to work.
Will it ever get better?
Ouch! Damn!
There I went and hit my knee
on my desk again!
You know, I try to get through
at least one day without injury,
but to no avail.
Aaah! Great!
The feeling of relaxation
as I rest on the bus ride
going home from the office.
Nothing can bother me now.
Woah! Stop!
What's broken?
How much to fix it?
Why won’t the kids shut up?
What a headeache!
Damn, I wish
I was back at work!

Details | Haiku | |


                                                 lonely moon light night
                                              in the sky clouds passing by 
                                                   heart to block air in

                                                  perhaps life will end
                                           sweetest is under sleepwalk
                                                  coming towards me

                                                    My concentration
                                              in dream too not to miss
                                                 I want her sweet kiss

                                                                                                                                                For contest in: Craig cornish

Details | Quatrain | |

My Intuition

My intuition is my guide
In matters of the heart
I sense who loves whom
Whose love is off the charts!

It always amazes me
How I seem the first to know
What others try to hide
For me is just a show

So, here is this little rhyme
To put your heart at ease
I am not a rival, dear
I only like to tease

I’m just quite expressive
I give joy with what I say 
But I mind my own business
I’m a good girl, all the way

My intuition is a gift
I’m mostly on the money
If this time I’m proven wrong
Then do forgive me, honey!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Details | I do not know? | |

Professional Divorcé

Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned

Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer  paired.

Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.

If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..

Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet 
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                                       For some one pork is good				
                                           For some one chicken 				
                                          as choices are different				
                                    in own style let items be eaten				
                                           I like fleshy soft  Fish 				
                                        to have minimum calories				
                                   cooked with soya oil with brinjal				
                                         and with black eyed peas				
                                            God bless every one 				
                                      With happy Good Luck meal 				
                                      in the Happy 2012 New Year				
                                               let's all we deal				
Sponsored by: Russell Sivery				
Written by: bldevnath				
on 07/01/2012				

Details | Rhyme | |

The Gingerwhinger Lament

The Gingerwhinger Lament
Lizzie Treetop

Gingerwhinger in the laundry bucket went and had a poo
In total protest, he hoped that it stunk really bad too
That Lizzie was going ding bats and just ruining his life
No longer was his day like butter through a knife
Meals not on time, no cuddles, not even a great big hug
Ignored, he wanted her bloody computer to unplug
She was at that Internet, writing drivel all day and all night
It was an addiction that dear little Ginger could not fight
So he’d sit and stare, and then try jumping on her lap
She had the nerve to shoo him away when he wanted his nap
No more soothing loving hands, just brutally pushed away
“I tell you” said Ginger “I will spray and that evil broad will pay”
He’d Forgot, Liz solved the problem long ago with that horrid Vet
He even thought of complaining on that wretched wicked Internet
Then there was that other problem who was that bloody bloke Bob
Admired Poet, or secretly the old ding bats new latest heart throb
“I tell you” meowed Ginger, “Facebook has a lot to answer for
The house is a mess, the garden full of weeds, looking real poor  
Oh no! My life is not at all, the grand way it always used to be
Just no attention, constant emails, makes a cat just want to flee
Luckily there’s that hot dame Aimee, and she really such a love
Not like that Lizzie who ignores him sending him away with a shove
Aimee is beaut, real pretty and her lap warm comfy and so nice 
Yep her house is the answer, when Mummy’s now cold as ice.



Details | Haiku | |

A Taste Of Honey

Coffee is coffee,
Honey surprise cinnamon,
Delightful at best.

Details | Verse | |

I Forgive Me

Joanna Davis

Forgiveness is a meal that’s
best served in large amounts
No matter the type of dish,
it’s the ingredients that count.

Forgiveness is a meal that
should be eaten with clean hands,
And every mouthful well seasoned
So the bitterness you’ll withstand.

Forgiveness is a meal that
must in small amounts, be ingested
To make room for the hurt and anguish
that’s yet to be digested!

Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)

...Staggering, my vision cloudy,

I fall to the hard ground.

when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,

and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.

I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,

still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.

I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,

my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.

It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,

I summon the strength from deep within,

I rise, slowly, to face the day,

I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,

to drown,

for I am stronger now,

indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,

I stand, bruised and bloody,


I stand,

I refuse, to sink, to drown,

for they can try, to punish me some more,

but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


Details | Free verse | |

SEXY FRENCH GIRLS encounter an American 15yr old boy

 in the eyes of an
15 yr  American old boy


My son
Sweet naive
Raised in China
Where MTV and YOUTUBE are banned
Where no girl kisses
Until her university days end.
Raised in China
Where knees are covered--
Lips are sealed--
Where boys
Only dream
Of the wonders of Red sex.
My son
Said he loved Paris
     For the Eiffel
     For the Louvre
     For the Seine
     For the wine.

But I knew
He loved Paris
For the
Blackest  panties
Barely hiding
Knowing smiles
Short tight skirts.

Details | Rhyme | |


Smilingly some say ‘no’
Angrily some say ‘no’
Very easily some say ‘no’.
So not many hesitate to say ‘no’.
So the word 'no'
Even if truly uttered
Or pretending mattered.
 ‘No’ can be a canopy.
Or used as an analogy.
Used sometimes to distortedly stop.
And sometimes used for being at top.
“No” is a sweet word.
It is seldom absurd.
When heard it may be disappointing.
Sometimes very annoying
'No' is usually said boldly
Suddenly, and profoundly…

Details | I do not know? | |

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 !

Details | Sonnet | |

Aging (SONNET)

Of youth, I dare not say ado, yet wait
upon the willing heart that I be spared
that visit standing at the Pearly Gates,
I bide my time, not hurried to go there.

For on this Earth I tarry not to die,
believing soul and body to unite,
hence, the tongue in silence gives no cry,
with my Lord I stand in glorious light.

Grim Reaper, oh dreaded one, be not proud
for many, not I alone, must now fight
to keep our youth in the maddening crowd,
and know that never we should fear the night.

Alas, 'tis not from aging I dispair
but from telling mirror I must beware.

Details | Narrative | |


...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.

Details | Couplet | |


(to my late husband, Sonny)

Time to repaint and to clean
I really need a change of scene
So I can make this room mine
Where we once spent our time

Redecorating my room is a chore
Because I have treasure galore
I can’t part with this or with that
I have to keep this little white cat

And this red stuffed frog that can sing
Of course I must keep my engagement ring
You bought years after we were wed
And the Harley cap you wore on your head

My bubble fairy is a precious figurine
I must put it where it can be seen
Oh, and the water globe music box
Along with these polished rocks

The models of a ’64 Ford
This replica of a sword
Boxes for my jewelry and trinkets
Books, music, and these blankets 

Memories flood into my mind
With each treasure that I find 
I can’t part with things that you gave
‘Cause my heart says I really must save

So Sonny, even though you are gone
Your memory will still linger on
With mementos of the love we knew
A love that was forever true

Details | Rhyme | |


Business before pleasure
Are you a big spender
Mortgaging your heart
For lustful endeavors
Straddling your bottom line
Leveraged with burgundy wine
She wants a quick merger
Before your numbers decline 

Details | Light Poetry | |

Face book status

I have face book on my smart phone
And get some notifications yesterday
I was driving down by k mart
But was curious to see what it says

But as I pick up my phone
A police stop and give a ticket to me
I have to pay $250 to see
Some one post “they feeling lazy”

What is wrong with this people?
Like face book have them going mad
They posting all kind of craziness
Like “I wake up and feeling sad”

Face book is a social media
To connect with friends and family
But some people get the wrong ideas
And use it as their personal diary

Face book can be very entertaining
With some very interesting post to see
I just use it to share my poems
And nothing personal about me

But sometime it does make me wonder
If face book getting to people brain
Why else would some one want to post
“I going back to sleep again”

So let us get this straight
They wake up to say “going to sleep again’
If you don’t find something wrong with this
Then I’m the one going insane

A woman post pix of her lavish Sunday meal
On the table with the candles lights dim
Then writes” romantic dinner for me and hubby”
But this morning she was quarrelling with him

Yesterday a girl post a lot of bad words
Then today she only posting religious
And when I ask her about it
She said I’m being ridiculous

The men crazy for face book to
But they keep them posting informative
And one in a while they may post a joke
But nothing to derogative

Men like to read what them women post
They have us curious and amuse
Although some we don’t understand
And some does left us confuse

Amanda changing profile pix every minute
Face book can’t keep up with she
So they make a new site just for her
And call it ‘Amanda’s library”

A couple goes to the grocery
And post their location where they are
To share the very interesting facts
That they buying rice and flour

Some goes out with friends and family
And post very pictures
Them some does post interesting words
From the Holy Scriptures

A lot of people use face book
The way it was intended to be
And then some just use it
to Show case their stupidity

Details | Imagism | |

Little Ant Choo Choo Train


Five little ants, chugging along
Alternatively, perhaps it was six, hard to tell
I saw no engine nor did I see a caboose
Saw no little smoke stack belching smoke
Nor did I hear a whistle blow
However, these little fellows were sure determined
To get where they were going
Or perhaps they were returning from where they had been.
They let nothing stand in their way
No obstacle blocked their travels
However, every so often they seemed to stop
As if to make sure they were headed the right way
I wish I knew where they were headed
For perhaps I would follow them
And find a pleasant place to end my journey.
I could well imagine the conversations
Being conversed along their way
Perhaps they were as interested in me
As I was in them, but I think not 
For they continued on their way
As I watched them slowly move along
On their journey to someplace.

Details | Free verse | |

The Blating Fawn

Where is that blating?
Looking all around 
Trying to find the source

It sounds like a kid crying for its dam
Nowhere in sight is the evidence of the sound
Turn and look once more

From the direction of the babbling creek
Down where the Paper Birch stands
Skirted in native Bamboo

Where the coolness is so inviting
To a weary soul
Come sit, relax, enjoy the ions that refresh

The sound gets much louder there__
Then in the exact spot looking
There comes Rocky carrying a fawn

The fawn with his polished cleft small ebony hooves
Attached to his very long abnormal looking legs
Legs that are swinging back and forth for Rocky had him in the nape of his neck

This dappled child of the doe
Calling for its mother to come
To this day I can still hear his cry! BaMa.......

(OUr Rat Terrier who is fourteen years old
was diagnosed with an enlarged heart yesterday..
The vet say is treatable and he should live several
years..Just a memory of when he was young.)

Details | Senryu | |

Want To Bet?

bingo's a game that
may or may not be fair but
always gives surprise.

Details | Bio | |

Cave Man

                    '" CAVE'"    =(:-)'s>>>
We weren't married
  By a Pastor at Church
In-stead we were married
       In a Cave
Yes, we took our vowel's
     By me dragging
Her by her hair
   Dragging her home
           To the Cave
Like a Slave
The same Cave that we
          Bared our Cave Children
    The same Cave
The one with-out the Den
He promised to build a bigger house
But, he has been saying that....
            Since I don't know when...
But, the Cave Woman
      She loved her kitchen's nitch
That is where she cook the game
She would you want it salt?
           Or plain....
Fore it took so much to cook a meal
It depend on what Cave Man father could
Either kill or steal...
He left this morning
To get him a snack
It was either a giant turtle
Or a brontosaurs
But dinner would attack'
Today, the equivalent of an BIG MAC.
But, never the least
The Big Mac did attack'
He knew with-out stake sauce
Or butter, that He would never
Get back
There is no telling how Cave Mother might...
 Act....or react!
Who ever knew how long it would take
If I could catch him
Would he taste just like stake...
Or a Slim Jim..    
We lowered it home
Took him to the house'
Either it would be him
Or would have to settle
For Mouse.
We lowered it home'
And took him last evening'
We saved the mouse...
We lowered it home
And took him in-to the house
We ate him last evening
We saved the mouse....
That Cave Woman did what
She could, fore she had four
Cave Children....
Their chances' of starving were
Good....God willing.....
That is a fact of life that was
Really understood..
She started a fire
With a stick and a rock
She put then together
The fire was hot
That brontoburgar surely
Hit the spot...
They ate what they could
And saved the rest for later
They had no refrigerator
So, they gave the rest to
The family who sat at the table
Who would eat it much later

************SEE CAVE MAN 11********
                        To be continued...

Details | Rhyme | |


How come mothers scold?
How come mothers yell? 
Then when they say they love you,
Sometimes you just can’t tell!
And sometimes when they yell all day, 
“I hope you burn in hell!” you say.

But then you have that talk,
And then you feel so bad.
You try to go apologize,
But think that she's still mad!
So you let her blow off some steam,
And pray it’s not as bad as it may seem.

You start out by saying, “Sorry,”
‘Cause you’re trying to be mature,
But the rest of it just won't come out,
And you’re feeling insecure…
You throw away your fears,
And express the rest in tears.

You know what you did,
And you know that you were wrong.
You've let your feelings out,
You know that you've been strong.
You pray she understands,
Your punishment is in her hands.

You regret those things you've said,
You say things when you’re mad.
But you've made matters better now,
And for this, your mom is glad.
She gives you her forgiveness,
And so your guilty feelings grow less.

So when your mother scolds,
And when she starts to yell,
Just know it’s ‘cause she loves you,
In case you just can't tell.
So when you feel like you’re in a ditch,
Remember, “Tough love can be a – well, you get the point I’m trying to pitch!”

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sea

The Sea

Ever changing, ever moving,
Waters under the pull of a distant body.
Ever calming, ever soothing,
Maurarders of ever distant booty.

Try to tame lust for gold and nature,
Explore the Pirate in yourself and try to win.
The lust for treasure wans, what remains is rapture.
At six or seven fathoms you realize your sins.

A noble ship you believe you sail,
How you conduct your business tells the tail.
Treat honestly with all you trade,
and of the evil of the heart never be afraid.

Ever changing, ever moving,
Waters under the pull of a distant body.
Ever calming, ever soothing,
Maurarders of ever distant booty.

Too tired tonight to expand on this.
The morning sun always has first rights.
So to my bed I go... To give my pillow a watery kiss.
Before I find a waterfront bar and end a few fights.

rlm '07

Details | Monorhyme | |

Loss of Sanity

Schizophrenic with borderline split personality,
And just a touch of paranoia tendencies,
THAT is what the doctors call me!
Long ago I lost my sanity,
And gave into illusions of trickery,
While occasionally becoming someone that is not me.
I used to sit quietly,
Listen to lessons intently,
That was before I discovered insanity…
I started to yell loudly,
About school being a conspiracy,
That's when they locked me ecstatically.
So I know the truth finally,
I am not the embodiment of serenity,
As it stated in my prophecy.
So I sit in my white room contently,
As I write my pretty poetry,
About the loss of my sanity.

Details | Senryu | |

existence questioned

existence questioned:
when the glass door wont open,
I wave at myself

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


********Their Are so many things' going on in this World that people don't know what to say or how they ACT........

Dear John:

I think that it is time
For Me to leave you alone
The last time 
I came by your house
You were gone...
It's not that I am
Your Sugar Daddy 
           And all that.....
        And certainly, not
     Your Daddy Mack
    But the last time
    That I saw you...
You had almost given
  Me a Heart Attack
We meet in the alley
Just to dilly and a little daley
But, something strange
Happen, In the alley...
And I am not one to fight
So don't think about
All the hipe'.
You droped your ID Card
Some-where in the yard
Some where in the alley
Their it was..
It was your card..
That it was a big fascuade
It said that your name
Wasn't John....
It' said Mrs. Sally
And I don't care if it
Were Steven Omalley...
Or just plain Smiley
Just not the kind of girl
That I should marrie..
Or even meet in an alley


The next time you meet John, and want to know what is up......
Just wait to see if she left the toilet seat up!

* This poem was not to pick some-one up! But, for them to listen at what
is going down!   Gary Fields'

******** This World is full of double meanings*******

Details | Light Poetry | |

Intelligent love

My girlfriend telling me
That my love talk is useless
So I throw away all the love poems
I write for her while feeling depress

That same day it start snowing
The place was cold as ice
She calling next to her
So she on the sofa looking very nice

Now she feeling cold
She said come here honey
I said bee sucks honey from flowers
And flowers can give allergy

She looks at me like I crazy
What the hell you talking bout
I said hell is a place for bad people
And they you can never come out

I use to tell her I love you
With my words and poem
Then she says my words are stupid
So now I would not repeat them

She said my conversations
Of love are meaningless
And now I don’t show my love again
She said I’m cold and heart less

I don’t have education or degree
All I have is the facts of lie
To make a happy home and be faithful
And always love my beautiful wife

But she talks to some of her friends
About some divine way to see eternity
Like if any that will help me
To pay my bills and care for my family

Now I read a lot of books
Because I never when to school
So now when she talks to me
I will no longer look like a fool

Now she feeling romantic
She says tell me you love me
I said there is love for pets, for friends and family
So can you put in a specific category?

She laughs and says you made your point
Now I completely understand
But I was looking to find the meaning
With a dictionary in my hand

I just want to be prepared
To learn as much information
So next time she with her friends
I could join in their intelligent conversation

Details | Verse | |


The time between sunrise and sunset
To some people serene, to some fret.
While humans pass their time in rest
The animals show urge of leaving nest.

The moon was above mountain rock
When I behold something in shock.
I found a carcass in white thick sand,
The poor wretched with twitched hand.

The two big eyes seemed to gaze at me.
How piteous a sight for a mortal’s eye!
The death of another youth in the earth
In an age which is for delight and mirth.

O immortal youth! Let not fear hell
Though you are dead but I foretell
This glorious loss would be undying
As your daring act is death-defying.

The dew of dark night upon the grass
Is weeping for you and saying, “Alas!”
I hold this sealed Sugar-pot and swear
“Heroic Ant, you will lie here forever.”

Details | Light Poetry | |

The 21st century

This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less

I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth 
Just answer and tell me yes

Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
 Now are completely fireless

A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless

Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless

They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless

A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless

So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless

Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless

Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business

 My friend the romantic dude 
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless

The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less

A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely  sugarless

My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless

So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless

Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless

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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 

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Face To Face

Joanna Davis

So many things to do today
My goodness I’ve no time to play
The washing, ironing, then the tea
tomorrow I’ll have more time for me!
Just let me get the shopping done,
can’t stop now…I’m on the run
So many things to hide behind
If there’s nothing to do~
Something I’ll find
I’ll dig myself in so deep
even my min’s no time to sleep
I can’t slow down or stop you see
or I might come face to face with me!

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A Lie or Not

if George Washington 
never told a lie, neither has
Anthony Weiner

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Trip To The ER

Enter the cavernous chamber
Met by the paperwork__you know the clipboard
Enter all this information first right here
Remember we need address, SS#__So we can trace you
Good we've got all that so now we'll treat you
Enter the little room with a I don't care nurse
Now I want to know what would equal good care
Care that would keep you coming back
Yeah! We want return visits not wellness

Room without view
Occupied by much equipment
Opposite of home's comfort
Much anxiety

Details | I do not know? | |






Details | Verse | |

Beware the Addict

Darkness in my Veins
Impossible Aimless Energy
Soothing all my Pains
for a price
for just a fee
My Soul Addiction

Details | Grook | |

Dodge Ball

The always amazing and unassuming
flight from confrontation fright
The rude avoidance of acquaintance
with life’s challenges with dances
How can these issues of man survive,
and still claims the balls?

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Life Draws Me Away

Sleepily the night's rain and morning fog
Click-clacked upon leaf covered ground from the eaves
Coating things even roosters' monologue
Saturating it heavily so tight like basket weave

One rooster sounds like has laryngitis
Maybe he's young one who just got his crow
Watch out you old roosters he might steal a kiss
And some hens from the hen house through hedge row

Fog rises over creek up sloping hill
Settles into the cracks and crevices 
My joints, muscles, and heart giving a chill
Could be depressing but there are devices

Like trying to figure what sounds are played
In nature this wet morn, like dove or wren
Then the sound of something that's human made
Breaks the symphony of sounds that's been 

Duty calls quietly need to change to daily chores
Life draws from me my time out on the porch

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Adopted Swan

Lone swan on the lake
Surrounded by Mallard Ducks
Hatched by their mother

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No Matter the Floor You Pass Out On

No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On

I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor  naked  pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.

less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning 
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into 
the stacks  and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.

but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine 
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like 
that early morning madness that was christmas  pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.

Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they 
sucked altogather but drinking and common sense dont even 
belong in the same room togather.

Portsmouth Va  was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie turd.
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.

They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there asses I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked 
acting as though they were outsiders  yerning to be mainstream
they'd rape there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.

Just for a taste of stardom. 
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.

In a world were you could have a bus load 
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.

The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded 
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow  reallity show bottom  feeders
passed out on.  Had to besoft as there heads.

Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm  to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.

To see who could bore us the most with there sob story  
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow 
than a reality show  pillbox for a brain.

and the truth effectsus all form no matter 
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.

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A Noisy Conclusion

There is no such thing as silence
And no place left to be alone.
Our communication highway has become
An inescapable irritating noise
An incessant ringing in one’s ears
No longer just the ticking of a clock
Keeping you awake.

Transmitters hum atop dead trees
Whirling buzzes from electric fans
The grinding of a dirty engine block
And neighbours building their deck
Sawing and hammering away at
Life’s necessities that aren’t really 
Necessary at all.

Sounds that you cannot hear
Are still there all around you
Riding on the waves and surfing
The air in a non-stop chatter
Giving you news, music and weather.

Even where there should be no noise 
Lurking in the dark are low electronic signals
And the sound of your clock radio
Receiving enough energy to 
Remind you its five am
And you’re still awake.

Technology continues in a plethora 
of  beepers, cell phones and laptops
Giving us no escape at all
Where even in the woods 
You can turn it all off and 
Find yourself bumping into
Someone who is also hiding
From the world in a place
You thought there was no one.

Even the last great escape won’t be -
The space program will discover
Water on Mars and send half
Of us there to get away from the noise
Only To discover the incessant hum from
planet Earth keeps them up all night.

Which brings me to one final thought -
Are we alone in the universe?

If only.

Details | Limerick | |

Holy Crap

Na- Nu Na-Nu
greetings earthlings How do you do
I'm captain Zendor from planet Sur Render 
shazbot someone crashed into my spaceship's fender
hit me so hard made me go krap-poo

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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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ode underwater

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C 
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© Goode Guy 2011-06-10

Details | Monorhyme | |


I wear a beard of aging, upon a cliff-face chin
A year has passed and grown its hairs out from my mottled skin
Mistakes sit there unchallenged, to each fibre clings a sin
Yet despite my facial mask of age the clubs won’t let me in

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Trivial Question IV

*****Can you honestly answer this one question..*******

If "God" were to be a passenger in your car
How many driver's would their be?

Answer: It depends on whether your car has two wheel's or one!


******Question of the day....++++

How do you keep a Poetry Soup Poet or anybody else in suspense?

Answer: To be continued.....Ha! Ha!. He,He...luv. luv------

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Cushions Please

raw jalapeno
flame going in the body
hard to sit when out

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The Bill of Rights, Part II

No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”

Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.

We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?

So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.

So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.

Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.

The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.

This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.

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A rose by any other name still gonna set you back $9.99

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I am an organ donor
I want you all to know,
But don't let me go under
Before I'm ready to go.

I asked myself a question
"How will my body look 
When I'm no longer in position
And after all they took?"

I'm making my request known
Before it is too late,
These are the things that you should do
Then you can seal my fate.

If you take out my eyeballs
Put two marbles in their place,
And if you remove my nose
Like Michael, cover it with lace.

If you take off my arm or leg
With broomsticks please replace,
Two grapefruits for my boobs, I beg
Some dead man's heart might race.

About my inner organs,
I won't worry about that,
But if you take my private spot
Give me a kitty cat. 

Details | I do not know? | |

Moving On

I created a hell on Earth
Some might call it marriage
The immaturity of my vision
Oh God what a blunder
But the fault is mine
Because I believed in toxic things
Now I’m truly excited
What beauty now awaits me?

Details | Rhyme | |


Peacocks always strut about
In all their cobalt splendor;
While peahens, on the other hand,
Get ripped off for their gender.

Many birds do follow suit – 
The males get all the frills;
While females’ feathers, drab and brown,
Don’t offer many thrills.

As humans go, the opposite
Is usually the case;
For sparkling jewels and colors bright
The female does embrace.

Except in New York City, where
We’ve set the species back,
Since most stylish New York women
Like to keep their plumage black!

Ilene Bauer

Details | Quatrain | |

Little Miss

Little Miss Princess.
Little Miss Me.
Little Miss Oreo.
Little Miss Believe.

Little Miss Hopeful.
Little Miss Naive.
Little Miss Trustworthy.
Little Miss Decieved.

Little Miss Too Caring.
Little Miss Watch Out.
Little Miss Can't Let Go.
Little Miss Remember Every Thought.

Little Miss I Love You.
Little Miss Can't Be Bought.
Little Miss Bad Habits.
Little Miss Never Get Caught.

Little Miss Too Stubborn.
Little Miss Kiss My Ass.
Little Miss Thought You Had Me.
Little Miss Much Too Fast.

Little Mis-Understanding.
Little Miss Attitude.
Little Miss You Don't Have To Like Me.
Little Miss Sometimes Rude.

Little Miss Hyper-Active.
Little Miss Independent.
Little Miss Look But Don't Touch.
Little Miss You Can't Have It.

Little Miss Priss-less.
Little Miss Doing Me.
Little Miss Oreo.
Little Miss Best Believe.

Details | Tanka | |

Different Effects

breaks out, when you scream and shout,
unless you use salve,
you are being arrested,
or you have turret's syndrome.

Details | Free verse | |

The Bill of Rights, Part I

The Bill of Rights was ratified
by citizens in these states,
But, see, now there is a problem
Today, it’s the world we face.
There are ten things Gov. cannot do,
They are spelled out for everyone.
For now, these rights are set in stone.
Let’s review them, one by one.

The right to worship where you dare
is the Number One protection.
Arab, Jew or the Satanist;
Free from undo persecution.
But when their Gods tell them to kill
we will hunt the sinners down.
We’ll even fight in foreign lands
and bomb them into the ground.

It also says to speak your mind!
It was next on Jefferson’s slate.
But, please, don’t utter the wrong words,
No obscenities from your crate.
Burn a flag and we don’t care,
The Supreme Court said one day.
Even fools deserve a voice.
But, in schools, you cannot pray.

Freedom of press is mighty nice
Till Paparazzi track you down.
How does the First Amendment
Let them treat you like a clown?
If the press is wrong, you can sue
But infrequently will you win.
The Courts have said, time and again,
Their mistakes we will pardon.

The right to gather we do have.
Thank the Gods they put this in.
Just make the choice of time and place
And let the world see you win.
Protest someone’s execution,
Say CNN and Fox News,
We will ask you stupid questions
And take shots from different views.

Right to Bare Arms is Number Two
NRA says that’s a FACT now.
Our founding fathers never saw
An SMG shot at a cow.
If they had, I truly think,
They’d be completely horrified.
A change of minds you’d see so fast,
‘less, of course, they’re petrified.

Militia is a good idea.
Let’s secure the federation.
Please don’t shoot the officers
When they come for regulation.
You’ll only see the FBI
If you buy weapons banned,
Or if you brainwash members
To take poison from your hand.

Number Three? No GIs in home:
Not at peace, nor if at war.
Unless the Houses pass a law
Proposed by a senator.
But even with that stupid law
We will ask before we do.
Forefathers said we surely must
Just don’t expect us to pay you.

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My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.

Details | Light Poetry | |


Theresa Fuller never grew.
Her luck, out the window it flew.
I'm not sure where it has gone
But it isn't here I tell you.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die

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Mind flickering

Painful memories

Tears falling

Refusing to feel

Thoughts wandering

Down the broken path

Of shattered dreams

And fractured realities

Emotions trickling

Into the rivers of feelings

Unable to contain

The waters break free

Sadness washes over me

Grief engulfs me

Words spilling forth

Breaking my resolve

Details | Senryu | |

Give Yourself A Second Chance

if you did not  have
a good childhood, then stop and 
smell the roses ... twice!

Details | Couplet | |

Pauper bow to King, King bow to Pauper

There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.

Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.

Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.

Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.

Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.

A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.

The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.

Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.

My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree

Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.

A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.

Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.

Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.

This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.

My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,

Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.

I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.

Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.

Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.

My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.

More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.

Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.

The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.

The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.

Arguments continue on it seems they never end.

So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.

Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.

It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.

Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.

Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.

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Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love

To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL

Details | Rhyme | |

Toss and Turn

Sometimes sleep eludes me
But the cause I’ll never learn;
So on those nights I have no choice
Except to toss and turn.

It’s really quite annoying
And results in great concern;
My brain is like a roiling sea
With waves that crash and churn.

It isn’t fair – the night should be
When minds get to adjourn;
For after daytime stress, some peace
Is what we’d hoped to earn.

I guess I must accept the fact
That though for sleep I yearn,
There’ll come a time when I can rest,
Quite cozy in my urn!

Details | I do not know? | |


"Come along and see new things!"
      said myself to I.
"Great, grand and wondrous things"
   "we'd really ought to go and see!"
"adventurous he, that I should be."
       wis'pered myself to silent me. 
 adventurous?... No! I will not be!
      for I is very shy said me.
 and so I sat and asked myself 
      to consider taking me

Details | Free verse | |

Diction Pictures

Things slip away.
  Obeying laws of
  cause and affectation,
  diction pictures words
    as sounds.

Hounds bay at lunatics.
  Sticks and bones
  fillet my stones.
    Millet and rye
    make me cry.

Ground beneath my feet,
  a swaying beat
    depletes me of my
      funky mood.

Shall we dance?

Details | Senryu | |

The Present Form

a creation of
an appetite for the same
political taste.

Details | Free verse | |

Slugabed Versus Spider

The slugabed rarely moved upon his bed
While the spider slowly spun his web
Crisscrossing his web over slugabed's head
Gradually slowly working his woven tapestry with flow and ebb

Work, rest, check and test busy and rest
Web slowly spent all the ends tied and kept
Slugabed tried to raise his lazy head
Came eye to eye with spider and web instead

Moral of this story is: work_accomplish much, rest a little with some sleep on your bed
View and check your handiwork
Don't be a slugabed never raising your head

Details | Light Poetry | |

To My Doctor

       To My Doctor

I’m sitting in your exam room
Wondering what I’ll say
In answer to your question,
“How’s it going today?”

Shall I tell you all my problems
Or mention one or two
Or simply say, “I’m fine, thanks.”
Maybe that would do

You must be getting very tired
Of hearing my complaints
They never seem to dwindle
So to me you are a saint!

And one day I’ll surprise you
I’ll offer you a grin
And say, “I’m really fine, thanks
Just fine for the shape I’m in.”

But today I still must ponder
And wonder what I’ll say
In answer to your question
“How’s it going today?”

Details | Cinquain | |

Perturbed Under Adoring Eyes

greatly, i feel
like a schoolgirl again.
i want to hide my face in shame.

Details | I do not know? | |

No Hassles

Need I take on the burdens of the world?
Need my shoulders be ever so broad?
Do I need to get ulcers
For what others have not done?

Am I my brother's keeper?
If so, who, in hell, is mine?

Need I be a ladder 
For others to step on and climb?

Should I hold my peace 
For fear of reprimand?

Do I care if you like to hear
What you would like to hear?

Am I here for you
Or you for me?

Would you care a damn 
About what happens to me?
Should I, then, for you?


You go your way
And I go mine;
And for the time being -
Well met!

Details | Rhyme | |

All thunked Out


Dr. James E. Martin
©February, 2013

I thunk and I thunk
Till I was all thunked out.
I had nothing more
To think about.

I used to worry
’Bout this condition.
Guess my brain 
Is in de-composition.

I worry no more
Cause this is the norm.
I now find it hard
A thought to form.

Details | Cinquain | |

Positive Thinking Unfolded

when you think you
live in a palace but
actually you live in a

Details | Bio | |


I guess that you
Can say that
I am going to Prison
Awe! yes?
I am going to the
Mall and get a New Laptop....
I will be chained to my
Wheelchair for the rest
Of the day...



High Wheel chair.................

Details | Cinquain | |

Sneaky Sentence Function

a one liner
that can bring you to sound
thought or progressively red-cheeked

Details | Free verse | |

Where Persephone Dwells

Seeds of pomegranate 
     in my belly 

This girl wonders how much of her 
Is alive 
above ground 
Or circling Cerebus 
as he chases his tail

(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)

I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter

We use people as tarot cards
 to guide our destiny 

Entrails are likely more reliable

Details | Burlesque | |

Tiny Tidbits of Nonsense Part 2

My psychiatrist told me I was crazy.  But he was wearing a skirt.

I bought a roll of Saran Wrap, then realized I didn't have a Saran to wrap.

My dentist told me to see a gynecologist.

Ever see the commercial about "Bob" who took a male enhancement product?  
You tell me what woman would have sex with a guy with such a sickening grin.

Or the infamous "Billy Mays" commercials?  When asked by my psychiatrist if I 
had homicial urges, I said, yes- just two.  Osama Bin Laden and Billy Mays.

I was born in a trauma ward.

People complain about airplane food- they ought'a eat here.

I've been married so many times, I don't remember my maiden name.

Another bizarre commercial; the male enhancement product- to "make that 
certain part of the male body larger.  I took it, you gotta see my nose now!

And the commercial that warns men to seek emergency medical help if you have 
an erection lasting more than four hours...You gotta' be kiddin'- I'd be the most 
popular man in this trailer park.

4 hours?  That'd take me all the way back to 1971.

When the going gets tough, go on vacation.

If idleness is the devil's work, darn, I'm a new devil worshiper.

If I gave you just one smile, you're deranged!

Catch ya next time!  


Details | I do not know? | |

Opposites and Differences

Man who loves red
Woman who loves pale pink instead
Man who sports a truck...the bigger the better
Nice plush car with velvety seats
Home with plush carpet for soft feet (kept very clean)
God as he films this must think what a funny scene
For two very opposites arguing over how to spend money
When the problem is they have nothing at all in common
What makes him happy makes her feel very alone
What makes her happy make him feel out of control..

Well do they make it?  Only God knows..

Details | Quatrain | |


My wife demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market?
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately

So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter

Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we purchased today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll  hold his breath until his face turns blue

My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic| 
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson to find 
so we brought a cloth bag because recycling should be in every heart and mind
     © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon purposefully in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian

Details | Senryu | |

Never Told a Lie

if George Washington
never told a lie, then no
president has lied

Details | Senryu | |

' Orbit Gum ... ' 28th Senryu

‘ Orbit Gum … ’   28th   Senryu 

       A Devious Tongue
    Is Not A Dry-Witty One
   Just Dirt and Mouth-Scum

Details | Rhyme | |

When the Cord is Cut

I was completely out of touch,
A speck among the crowds;
Untethered like a loose balloon
Just drifting past the clouds.

You couldn’t reach me if you tried
And that was really strange,
‘Cause even just a block away,
I still was out of range.

My isolation was profound.
I felt so all alone;
And all because I did forget
To charge my #%&*# phone!

Details | Rhyme | |

The Ballad of Jeremiah Macabenta

The King hosted a feast, 
   as it was his custom, 
to once a year, feed the least
   blessed in his kingdom.
So the ragged came in flocks
   and in the courtyard gathered, 
hushed in anticipation
   of, finally, a warm supper.
All the King's men guided
   them, so it will be orderly
along dozen long tables
   arranged conformingly.
The guests then sat, food was served, 
   each with equal servings; 
a plate of veggies, a cut of meat, 
   rice and corn soup steaming.

Among those who supped was
   Jeremiah Macabenta, 
perhaps the most haughty glutton
   of the millennia.
His infamy was that, amongst
   vagrants, he could
eat in one meal what 
   normally three men took.
Though he was looked upon
   as comically fat, 
his life as a rat 
   was tragically sad.
—having no means of living
   at that—
so to the King's dinner, an
   invitation, he got.

Back to the feast, after servings
   were done, 
Jeremiah called for one of
   the servers to come; 
He said, 'Look at my plate, 
   of meat, it has none.
Only veggies, rice and soup! '
   So the server gave him one.
Just then a cat with fur
   shiny and black
—which, according to myth, is
   the cause of bad luck—
suddenly jumped onto an
   eating lady's lap, 
who then shoo'ed it away; 
   to the table it leapt back.

Landing in chaos upon
   Jeremiah's place, 
exposing two pieces of meat
   he hid under his plate; 
caught red-handed, he'd only
   sheepishly grin, 
while the King's witnessed this, 
   much to his chagrin.
The King then ordered Jeremiah
   banished from the tables, 
of controlling his anger, 
   he was barely able; 
shocked that this tramp would
   abuse his charity, 
when he most wanted to
   treat his guests equally.

Now this is where it's not
   clearly distinguished
what truly transpired from
   only just gossip; 
for it was manifested that
   Jeremiah was punished, 
but the story that spread
   was incredibly horrid
It was said that Jeremiah
   was chained onto a rock   
and into his mouth, food was
   endlessly stuffed, 
till he choked and gasped
   and breathed his last air, 
while bits and morsels trickled
   down his nose and ear.

(And to confound the story 
   of Jeremiah's end, 
after the feast, he was never
   heard from again.)       

Perhaps the moral is this: 
   we should never take advantage
should the kindness that is
   shared to us we acknowledge, 
lest we fall into the pit
   of Jeremiah's plight
—in gluttony he lived, 
   in gluttony he died.

Details | Rhyme | |


Ain't life funny
With it's turns and twists
The things life deals you
And the things you miss.

Ain't life funny
With it's irony and grit
You learn to laugh about it
Or just give up and quit!

Details | Light Poetry | |


A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
   premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s 
  ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk
 also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane
whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk
  visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go 
torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk!

The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse 
and bain 
from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk
at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane
by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk
especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and 
seems to gain
upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk 
yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of 
and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who 
lacks for work!

Details | Senryu | |

On Antibiotics

my reaction time
      is a little bit ... slow ... er ...
           i shouldn't have played darts.

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Dance of My past

I dance to the music, but not that great.
I use to be told I was so very good as well.
At least I stayed on my feet and never fell.
Though I feel, I must not make it my fate.

 When I danced, my mind was slightly hazed.
 Jack Daniels was my partner if no other.
We bonded together, better than any brother.
You see I was having fun, while acting crazed.

This was in my younger days, times past.
Though I still remember, all my moves today,
I know in my heart, I could never make it pay.
So I chose a different career, so very fast.

written for

Sponsor Barbara Gorelick 

Details | Free verse | |

This girl has me in her grasp

Mmm this girl i know
Shes bossy so
For i do not like you
I may be lieing its not true
It may be love
At this moment I cant move 
Your engaging stare has me paralyzed 
Im in you grasp 
How do you know of my love
Its time for a retreat
For that im beat
I need to rewind
My heart is stuck in a bind
Ive never had the feeling
Im going to jump through the ceiling
Can i be this overjoyed
Of this girl ive always tried to avoyed

Details | Cinquain | |

No Reprieve

deprived --
main course only!
no chocolate ice cream,
when you sup at the restaurant.
no treat.

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 | Sonnet | |


I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

Details | I do not know? | |


Art is art is Art,

and as such it will be confrontational to someone,

and will at some point in it’s existence, 

piss someone off every minute of the day

( CLiPiCs AKA Kriss Lee: 03-06-09)

Details | Free verse | |



I’m that shameless child
Riddled with ADD,
Born to be wild and free.

My name is Tanya, but
My middle name is Marie,
I’m comfy in running
Shorts and a tee.

My favorite color is blue,
My eyes are that color too.
I’m terribly afraid of donkeys,
But I’m great at air hockey!

I love the humid summer air
It’s great for my curly hair
Being married is my worst nightmare!

Details | Haiku | |

Stop Complaining Now

were you born that way--
complaining all of the time;
if not, stop it now

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Not Always An Eyesore

clutter to me isn't bad, because it:
gives me exercise when looking for things,
keeps me company when alone in the house,
makes my guests concentrate on me,
and hides my lack of artistic talent with interior decor.

Details | Rhyme | |


Stumble, fumble, ponder, worry,
From under a thumb a Rifler did scurry.
Cold night as it was,
And only one purple slipper, 
The Rifler ventured
Met a West London clipper.
Vivid and boisterous,
So brilliant this sight.
And wise beyond years 
To the Rifler's delight.
So moved he had left her.
And after years of malarky,
She knew what to do now.
If she could just find her car key!

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Beat the Blues

Try a little music, play a new CD
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Drink a little coffee, smoke another joint
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Seek a brand new friend, jog around the block,
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Have a dam good cry, clean out your drawers today,
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Drag yourself out of bed, admit you have the blues
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues

Details | I do not know? | |


Guy walks into a bar 'n' says to the tender
"I'm thirsting for repartee...gimme a
double entendre 'n' make it quick"

"I won' mind's made up"
came the instant reply.

Guy's eyes go blank for a moment,
he swallows slowly, finally he spurts
"WOW! that was great...
really refreshing, thanks friend"
as he put coin on the bar and 
turned to walk out.

© Goode Guy 2013-09-06

Details | Senryu | |

' Can't Scratch The Surface ... ' 27th Senryu

‘ Can’t Scratch The Surface … ’   27th   Senryu 

         Those, Who Like To Pick
    Try to Stick, Like Lice and Ticks
        … Get Rid-X, Real Quick !

Details | Free verse | |

Relationship Math

They say one is the loneliest number,
And two heads are better than one.
But I say -1 is worse,
Because then you know what’s missing.
They say it is better to have loved and lost,
Then to never have loved at all
But they also say ignorance is bliss,
And knowing is half the battle
[Go Joe!]
The hell that is loss,
Is greater than lonely.
So I say screw them/they.
Learn to love yourself-
The only one who will be there for life…
Without you +1 or -1 doesn’t matter…
(It all averages out in the end…)

Details | Rhyme | |

Puff Puff

My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth

Details | Light Poetry | |

fountain of youth

Every time I see my friend sapna
She looking more pretty
She find the fountain of beauty
And not giving the location to me

She laughs and says no NY
Its just good living
But she hiding the secret 
And she not giving

So I call romantic dude and htm
To hire them as two investigator
To follow her everywhere
To see if she go for more water

They follow her to my bistro
She had coffee, eggs and bread
She was going in Mandy’s
But gone J.C. penny instead

Then she had a chicken sandwich
Because she don’t like subway
Then gone home on wire club
To say to her friends today

The two investigators call me
Saying they quit the position
Now I have no one left
To follow up on my suspicion

I tell my friend jo-90 
Girl I have a job for you
She said no thanks she chatting
With Ruth and makeena too

So call my bro D_illusionist
But he chatting with Courtney
And sugar solutions not there
raj coming on at three

I wanted to ask suleena 
But she was playing bingo
June, bexsy and eda was away 
Shawn and adelle did not show

While every day goes by
Sapna looking prettier
And no matter what I say
Can’t get the secret from her

And I feel this is the truth
But I think it’s a conspiracy
Sapna and the rest of women
Hiding the fountain of beauty

So I got no choice right now
Will stick with my blueberries
And we will just wait until sapna
Share the fountain of youth with me

Details | Narrative | |

Retail Therapy

Yesterday I found myself slumped
into the saddest of trenches,
for no particular reason
other than a new moon cycle.
Instead of flopping myself
in my studio’s armchair to write,
I drove to the mall for an outing 
probably more expensive than 
what a therapist would charge
for an hour in his armchair. 

I wandered into the shoe store—
something about leather 
which grounds me, whether
the flimsy strapless heels 
or the closed-toed pumps or walkers. 

Already lugging two bags, I meander
into the lingerie store for silk 
to accentuate my only remaining 
middle-age curves, skipping over the thongs
and hesitating at the push-up section.

I try on four or five pairs of underwear
to accentuate my butt area,
the part of a woman which shares the 
secret of her fitness, that I work on 
each morning at seven.

I arrive at the boutique who sells my favorite 
blouses, gather some more bags, walking out
with an almost terminal case of rope burn,
until I finally decide it’s time to head back to my car. 
On my way I stop, smile, and realize 
there’s no better way to fight trench warfare.

Details | Cinquain | |

Perpendicular Lesson

obstacle course
and jungle gym of words
in a mental maypole dance feat.

Details | Free verse | |


Yesterday, we followed the Tao.
Today, we are following the Tao.
How long do we follow the Tao?
Until the Tao turns around
and snaps at us,
for stepping on its heels.
Until the Tao calls the cops
for stalking it.
Until we catch the Tao
in a seedy hotel
with a whore.
Until the Tao moves
into a gated community.
Until the Tao refuses
to share its gummy worms.
Until the Tao leaves
on a southbound train.
Until the Tao rejects
your job application.
Until the Tao corroupts 
your youth.
Until the Tao wastes
your time.
Until we
understand it.

Details | Tanka | |


Get out of my head
Stop reading this, please listen
What are you doing?
Are you really that intrigued?
Spoiler Alert: Read a book.

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Relationship Triangle

Inside each of us, three entities exist.
It has nothing to do with having a tryst.
There’s a triangle consisting of the I, the YOU
And the SELF.   By the way,  I’m sure this is true!

The I and the YOU within, each live in its own house.
Sometimes they want to live together but don’t know how.
The I has boarded its windows and doors.
The YOU goes its own way and mostly ignores.

Then one day, who knows why? the SELF appears.
“Hey, remember me.  I live here too” …And the I and YOU hear.
The YOU has sometimes dabbled with the SELF.
But the I has kept herself locked away, high on the shelf.

The SELF has awakened though and shines its light.
It can’t help it.  That’s how it's made.  There is no night.
The light eventually peeps through a crack in the wall.
Warming the I fast asleep on her shelf in the hall.

There’s no way now for the I to hide from the YOU.
The SELF has exposed her existence.  Did I say?  I’m sure this is true!
Now the YOU is curious about his neighbor, the I.
She’s quite beautiful; and after all, they both live inside.

So the YOU knocks on her door even though it is boarded.
The I has done her best to keep her energy hoarded.
But the SELF, without fail, continues to shine its light.
And the YOU keeps knocking on her door.  What a fright!

She buries her head under a thick comforter,
But the SELF and the YOU are relentless.  They just won’t let her.
She gives up finally and removes all the boards.
Unlatching the chains too, she cracks open the door.

One thing’s for sure, she won’t let the YOU inside.
She tentatively steps onto the porch.  The I can no longer hide.
I now declares to YOU that she enjoys his company.
But she can’t let him in until she turns I into ME.

For you see, the I has been asleep for a long time in the dark.
She must now discover herself in the light.  Find her own spark.
The reason the I went to sleep in the first place you see
Is because the YOU took her over and wouldn’t allow her to be.

All the while I and YOU are learning about themselves.
The SELF just continues to shine its bright light on their shelves.
It’s in no hurry.  Its light won’t burn out.   It can wait till they become present.
For the SELF is the Super Energy Light Field that is their essence.

By the way, I don’t remember; but maybe you do.
Did I say?  I’m sure this is true!

Details | Senryu | |


                                              man walks on the way
                                          cell phone closing to the ear
                                               man talks with himself

Details | Blank verse | |

When I plucked out my brain, I saw

When I plucked out my brain, I saw
it had roundness and grooves.
So it was a wheel and fire.
It was also made to aspire.
There were literature and awe
when it would move
like an unlit seed in winter.
I would come to despise its birth.
It lacks a maid, a lover, and call nurse.

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 | Rhyme | |


I loathe ancient phrases from Chaucer; Dickinson too
I’d rather be writing today’s words anew
Poets of old penned words from past times
But today, here I sit making small rhymes

I take my amusement from words in my brain
They walk in rhythm with simply no shame
They’re pleasant and pure and easily write
Get them on paper before they take flight

Neither angst nor striving nor getting upset
They flow onto paper lest I forget
Others think strange, this thing I let loose
Who’s in here with me?  Is that Doctor Seuss?

Details | Senryu | |

Need For A Once-Over

don't stare a gift horse
in the mouth.  it may be shy
and need some braces.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Destiny

My heart is filled with acrimony 
The culmination came with his testimony
He said that he no longer needed me
And that he was now setting me free
I thought this was my destiny, my plan
All centered around this place, this man
I gathered my things and I left behind
The world I thought of as mine
The brilliant noonday sun did not melt
The freeze that my heart so deeply felt
Despair was taking over my feelings
From this blow, my head was reeling
The combination made me begin to sob
What would I do without that job?

Details | I do not know? | |

The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
Sometimes it can be a thorn
but most times it's a rose
This colorful little hobby that I chose
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
from all of the slipping and sliding
and the running, hiding, and colliding
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
As I close,
Let me just say
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
is at sunset when all of the grey
has been washed away
and I reach the top 
and get ready to play
That's when I take a big breath
smile, and deny death
and I stop
and then I dance
on my tip-toes
and I spin around as my whole body glows
even my clothes
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
and breathing out the lows
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
where I am colorfully kissed
and feel 5 years old
I bang my head
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
on a giant pot of glittering gold
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold

Details | Rhyme | |

Six Words About Me

Sometimes Inspired
Emotionally Wired.

Details | Limerick | |

The Lost Poet

There once was a poet named Sue
Who wanted to write a haiku.
But her Nature was such
She didn't know much,
And was lost as to just what to do.

Details | Burlesque | |

A Matter of Taste

Morbid Fascination?
Eccentric arbitrary
Pseudo Sadistic
Same Thing?
You bring Abomination,
I'll bring the booze.

Details | Free verse | |

A Buck and a Half

I once thought, 
in fact I knew,
that I would live to be,
In all my arrogance,
I thought it  was simply 
a matter of will.

I saw all those oldsters,
staggering around,
with their walkers,
dim eyes and 
fearful stares, and thought,
"Oh, they've just given up!
Have a little pride!
Get some discipline!
Do some yoga!
Stay in shape!
Try new things and
for god's sake,
don't wear those silly
old folks clothes!

I was doing pretty well
through my fifties and
enjoyed the 
compliments of how
I didn't look my age.
And then one day
I had nothing to say
about the matter.
I done got old.

An ache here
a pain there.
Oh, I'm still fighting,
but it's hard and 
mirrors hurt.
I think
that I am going to have
to sneak up on
with a 

Details | Rhyme | |

Trick or Treat

I went to buy Halloween candy;
The choices weren’t really the best.
I figured I might as well buy what I like,
‘Cause I would get stuck with the rest.

Last year I had no trick-or-treaters.
My Kit-Kats and Mounds bars sat waiting;
And each time I saw them I scarfed several down,
The calories accumulating.

I should have just bought treats I hated,
Then tossed them when nobody showed;
But childhood advice gave me warning
That I’d violate some kind of code.

So today when I stocked up on candy,
I chose all my favorites they sell;
And I promise I’ll wait to unwrap them
‘Til I’m sure no one’s ringing my bell!

Details | Cinquain | |

Loosen Up

it's black and white
for you.  no grey region
to stand on.  think things through, or you
might crack.

Details | Cinquain | |


gives you a pause.
lets you add onto a
sentence with a conjunction and 
a clause.

Details | I do not know? | |


The baren bones lay bare across the fields of alliteration 
Unnecessary abstraction leaves the bourgeois man bereft of care
And yet, the obliviously self aware give cause to sight's deprivation
The enigmatic preparation gives many metaphors to compare
You rack your brain, paper tears, from too much stylization
personal interpretation brings to light the common ground, the things we share
But if your minds in disrepair, that's premeditation
Less is lost in coloration, but I don't think we're going there 

Details | Imagism | |

Shrapnel of Karma

To the North, South, East, and West...

Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,

The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...

Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,

Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,

Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,

Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...

Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,

Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,

A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...

Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,

This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...

Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,

Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,

Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,

Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,

Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are 
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...

Details | Senryu | |

E. Coli Outbreak

cartoon character's 
favorite veggie is off
the market.  oh drat!

--  This is for all of us who like spinach and can't eat it until the E. Coli
outbreak has been fixed.

Details | Cinquain | |

Speed Up

no time:
there's none for rest.
the deadline has arrived.
there's none for second chances so

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2012 resolution vol 5

13th jan 2012.
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
This poem is a wacky one…….

This new year I see that I have a bigger opportunity, To be a part of the Bard community. So I take this opportunity to pen a few lines that could be wacky, But believe me I really do not mean to be tawdry, vulgar, cheap or tacky. I want to stop biting my fingernails and not the ones on my toes, As I have now discovered that there are some places unreachable in my nose. I want to save all my monies, that otherwise is impossible, So have to stop making calls from my cell phone and give as many missed calls as possible. I want to save on detergent powder, So will stop sniffing my socks before I put them on & refrain from cursing with stench alouder. I want to stop peeving and galling my face book friends, By not messaging them every now & then, but write about them on their walls & make amends. I want to stop changing my profile picture 70 times a day, And aim to keep the count to 10 times a day & admire myself anyway. I want to stop replying to text messages, With k, lol, lmao & try to make usage lesages. And finally I want to brush my teeth every day, But please excuse Sunday from everyday, in a well mannered way.

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 | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang

Details | Senryu | |

' Can She Pick 'Em ... ' 26th Senryu

‘ Can She Pick ‘Em … ’   26th   Senryu 

Boy, Can She Pick ‘Em !
From Machiavelli-Boyfriend

Details | Senryu | |

Haiku Trauma Drama

laugh to comedy.
cry to tragedy. do both
get extra relief.

Details | Narrative | |

The FireWall (A Computer-Lingo-Love Analogy

You Are My Formidable FireWall
My Memory Image Chip, Thru Flash Floods
You Search Thru and Rescue my Heart-Site…
With A Barricade that Blocks Viruses – like Blood

You Are My Screen-Saver and Life-Log-On-Line
Top-Tech-Support; My Very Own Version of Refreshed Breath
… if they could Spam or Shutdown You, from my System…
… there’d be Nothing, but Frozen, Empty-Space Left

You Halt Hard-Core-Drive – Hacking Rain
You Turn Back Spy Infiltrating, Triple Whip Wild Winds
… more than All Other Hosts/Sponsors Here
… You’re My Best Net – Blog… Faithful, Code-Friend

My Address:  is Your Laptop  -   Yeah, I’m Your fEMAIL…
Sent or Waiting @will for you.come
To Download hope, trust, most learned Tools
And File Past Pop-up - Back-Door-Programs Done

You Are My Formidable FireWall
My Free-Path and Private-Property MainFrame
My Fault-Delete, My Final Password and Future Link…
And My Full-Force, Public Domain-Flame://______!

You Are My Formidable FireWall – Forever
Finest CPU; Fearless-Forward–Pentium-Pointer to Light
GOD!… I Love This Guard-Upgrade, speaking MicroSoft Words
… while pressing Safe=Surf-Kisses and Key-Strokes at Midnight

My FireWall…
                            My  Far-Reaching…              

Details | Monoku | |


     Sense is Sense, mind is mind but differs from creature to creature, because of nature

Details | Bio | |

Just Too Remember


I used to put thing's
Where I could remember
So that I could find
Now, I can't remember
Where I put them....


Details | Verse | |


Words are so funny
As they fall into rhyme.
For instance "Good morning,
Why weren't you on time?"
"The ironing is piled high,,,,,,,
High up the wall,
But the washing is finished_
Thank goodness__" Thats All.

                 Cile Beer

written l955

Details | I do not know? | |

like us

humans share twenty-five percent 
of our genes with rice. 
does that make us cannibals
when we call-in take-out Chinese?

© Goode Guy 2013-09-10

Details | Free verse | |

me and six hippies

so im this town right
with six hippies, and i dont know what a hippie is yet
and we go to the bar
start talking about the water
and one hippie says he's startin to get sick
and im like well
do they well the water?
the second hippie says
my head is spinning
and the third one says no it isnt

I start laughing
and the fifth hippie got sick
I said I was already sick when i got here
so im not sure what it is
i ask
whats that smell?
They told me
the rest of the hippies
i said
what hippies?

I dont see any hippies

and then i fell into the pit
it was a hippie pit
i didnt know i was a hippie

so there i am in this hole right
with 6 hippies
and the first says
whats that smell
and i said
i think its you hippies
i was told you stink
so the first hippie
said i need to take a bath
the second hippie said
where you going with it
the third hippe asked
is every hippie in this pit

the six hippies did it
whatever they think they did
me and six hippies drinking water
gettin sick

Details | Cinquain | |


for the slow moving eye.
keep it busy with a fresh food

Details | I do not know? | |

Pretty Tasteless

If you don’t go crazy someone else will, 
And you’ll look disgusted you’ll envy the thrills,
That you could have had if you weren’t refined,
But I’m just a fool with foolish advice.

Details | Couplet | |

I am just a woman...

I can’t fly a jet plane or bulldog a steer
But I can cuddle a child and calm his fear
I have never flown to Paris in the Spring
But I have proudly worn his wedding ring
Never understood physics or trigonometry
But I know a lot about Texas history
Can’t say I have been around a NASCAR track
I have stood by my word and never looked back
I sing off key sometimes, I know
Singing praises to Him that I love so

I am just a woman...
Not a beauty queen
Riding in a white limousine
A woman who is middle aged
Who lives alone and is not afraid
One who has taught school over twenty years
Lived my life with much laughter and tears
Borne a child and lost another
Been little sister to my sis and brothers
Believes in God and trusts in Him
Doesn’t worry about being slim and trim
One you can always count on being around
To cheer you up when you're feeling down
Willing to share your heavy load
Walk that extra mile down the road

I am just a woman...
So if I never see the Taj Mahal
In this life, I have had a ball
I’ll never have any extra money
But I have a man who calls me honey
Never visit the Pope in Rome
But I have a wonderful place to call home
Won’t be asked to confer with the president
But in America, I am a happy resident
I will never have fortune or fame
But I can still be proud of my name

Details | Senryu | |

Don't Wear Out Your Welcome

dandelions have
a short stay.  they adorn the
ground then blow away.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Bag Lady

The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn

Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air

Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk

Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon

After days of tender loving care 
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove

She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure

(This is copied righted on LuLu's as are most of my work, some of which is 
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)

Details | I do not know? | |

Holding a Sporting Event...

And as could stand naked in front of others...
Do to all the better be important...
So this crazy thought of standing naked...any clues...
Something you missed growing up...seen something in a yard sale...
All this nature calls...
If it comes down to many can you get to join you...
Then you could get into the law about doing a sporting event...
If your under'll be new...
But the over forty use to it...
It's nothing to see it all...It's the thrill...
Or is something about a dare...
Would you show it all...
Let the world see what you've got...crazy this is not...
For to get passed the security and remove all...
That takes knowing how long the law will take to get to you...
So it important to know the law and when to run...
The second best part is how many will join you...
That just like holding a sporting event...

Details | Lay | |

A Generational Curse

we tend to forget the time when we ourselves were very young
our own parents did not understand some of the things we had done
we had our own style of music, our own dances and points of view
we fail to see that It's a curse every generation seems to go through

In the 1950's, there was teeny boppers, convertibles cars plus rock-n-roll
the parents from the big band era thought their children were out of control
In the 1960's, there was war protesting, hippies and anti-establishment
the parents from the bebop era thought their children had lost all their sense
In the 1970's, there was the Motown sound, flower power and acid rock
the parents from the rock-n-roll era thought their kids were chips off the old block
In the 1980's there was after-work parties, glitter balls and disco fever
the parents from the hippie generation
would not be mistaken for Ward and June Cleaver
In the 1990's, they had rap music, punk rock and designer street clothes
the parents from the acid rock era were clueless in their parental roles
In the new millennium the year 2000 known as Y2K
It's gotten to the point where most parents seemed to have lost their way

Is the situation getting better or Is It getting worse?
Is It that change is a constant which causes a generational curse?
Is it the sins of the father from the very beginning
that have been revisited on each generation of children?

do you remember the words that every parent has said 
to their children since the beginning of mankind?
"may you one day have children who act just like you 
who will make you think your losing  your mind"

Details | Rhyme | |

I Lost the Bet : Where's my Jet ?

I Lost the Bet : Where's my Jet ?

I went to Vegas made a bet
  takin' the cab: lost my Jet!  
Went  to settle up the score
What else is new? Lost some more!  
Nor did Blackjack go my way, 
I should have left early that day! 
I went to gamble; lost my shirt 
 Life's a shamble; now eatin'dirt     
I had a pocket full of cash      
sure was gone in a flash! 
played the craps; now eatin' scraps  
thought I was lucky, but to my surprise
  wasn't 7 or 11, it was snake eyes!  
  I'm sorry to say, I took the bet
you know how it goes;it's Russian Roulette 
I rolled the dice; I didn't think twice   
 went to Vegas lost my dreams; 
didn't stay away from the slot machines 
 Now I  pray for my shattered life;  
should have played Bingo with my wife!

McCuen Copyright October 2008

Details | Senryu | |

' Complicated ' 5th Senryu

‘ Complicated ’

Give Me Crème-Fill-Cake
Complicated Cookies Bake
Nuts, That I Can’t Take ! ...

Details | Acrostic | |

You've Been Warned

Holy Crap
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it

Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week

You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning 

Little Pun For The New Me

Happy New Year's All

Also Entry For Carol Brown's 
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL

Details | Rhyme | |

First Day of School

Think back and remember
That first day of school.
You planned what to wear
To ensure you’d look cool.

You had your supplies,
Pencils sharpened and new,
And hoped you’d succeed
In your new class debut.

You’d gone to bed early,
Feared nightmares’ cruel harm,
And woke up with butterflies
As your alarm.

You had a good breakfast
And set off, in doubt
That your new surroundings
Would really work out.

Yet most of the time
That first day was all right.
You conquered your demons,
Got over your fright.

Each first day we all shared
Some nerves as a feature.
I know I sure did,
Although I was the teacher!

Details | Light Poetry | |


A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
   premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s 
  ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk
 also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane
whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk
  visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go 
torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk!

The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse 
and bain 
from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk
at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane
by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk
especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and 
seems to gain
upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk 
yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of 
and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who 
lacks for work!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Internet

Sorry, T.V., I got another screen to check-out.

Sorry, my bodily heart, but I have another hobby
To ruin you until death do us part.

Sorry, my friends, but I got a new addiction.
(And your intuition is wrong if you've
Guessed the words "video game".)

Sorry, druggy fools,
I am not an addition to your shame.

Sorry, mommy and daddy,
I've got my own new set of rules.

Details | Alliteration | |


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

Details | Senryu | |

' Argumentative ... ' 25th Senryu

‘ Argumentative ’   25th   Senryu 

        Argumentative …
… Just Like Being Derisive
    Need, More Laxatives

Details | Quatrain | |

The Mirror

What did my eerily observant mirror so boldly reveal 
to me this morning as I so cautiously gazed into its soul?

It quipped "Hey lummox,might as well limp back to bed, 
the eyes of the world will mistake you for an over-sized troll."

Many times it speaks this extremely critical 
evaluation of me.So often, in fact, I can no longer ignore.

I have been rather proficient at turning a deaf ear
to its snide, painful remarks, but now it's cutting me to the core.

It willingly continues " You better stop 
trying to appease the god of the gut.

Forget about bacon and eggs,
cookies and cakes, candies and nuts.

And yes, include on the list, donuts and pastries,
ice cream and chocolate, even Fritos and chips.

Crisco would be jealous of you, you tub o' lard. You've surrendered
to the demon of gluttony for so long now, I mean, c'mon, get a grip.

And let's be real here, this farce of an exercise 
routine you endear yourself to is all mirrors and smoke.

How many calories do you think you burn off
simply looking, be it so desperately, for your precious remote?

You might even want to drag your behemoth butt  off
the  couch while watchin' the tube and do some crunches.

Instead of waiting till the commercial break to
 waddle out to the kitchen to refill your beloved munchies.

Let's see, there's tennis, running, swimming, 
biking, even just walking..... exercise programs galore.

But nooooo, for you that means change doesn't it?
It's not worth it even though you barely fit through the door."

But as there are two sides to every story, so too is
there another mirror even more significant than the first.

It happens to be God's "love letter" that reflects honestly and with
prevailing irony.It captivates us with mention of real hunger and thirst.

It also talks of changes we need to make 
if we don't want life to "take it's toll".

Not so much on our fleeting flesh
as on our eternal soul.

These words, like a soothing salve, are 
universal.Oh yes, they are ours for the taking.

And they can buoy us and comfort us on those 
many days when that "other mirror" we feel like breaking.

Details | ABC | |

I'm sorta me

I love 80's music
and talk radio AM
I can't sleep
I keep being the person I was, I am
I just keep being me
Sometimes it doesn't really work out
I sorta wonder why don't I change
And then I just  don't  care
But that's me
the forty something chick with a nose stud
and a husband 
who wonders the same thing

Details | Sonnet | |

Sicilian Sonnet On Reinforced Concrete

I am a piece of reinforced concrete,
I can withstand a lot of punishment.
I am frequently used to make pavement,
Since I can absorb the impact of feet.

My bones are parallel prestrained steel rods,
Placed along my body to add more strength.
Steel becomes stiffer when you stretch its length,
And my flesh mixed of ground rock and dirt clods.

In modern times I have many a niche,
Into any shape I am pourable.
I serve the needs of the poor and the rich,
Being strong, versatile, and durable.
Bridge, foundation, and irrigation ditch;
For any project I am feasible.

Details | Rhyme | |

Sly Ole Fox

Sly red fox sneaking around
The master's great estate
Watching and waiting for one
To open the gate  to  the crate

That housed a hen that was a ten
She was fat and sleek with plenty to eat
Rested, refreshed with leisure complete
That sly ole fox found a spot

Hidden from view so he thought
He watched as the master
Opened the crate door letting
The fat hen  come  out and explore

So that's how to get at that hen
I'll dress up and just pretend
That I am the master of the estate
Then I'll just open the gate

I'll get that hen that is a ten
And for lunch I'll invite her in
But in the pot of stew she will go
She'll make dumplings for me to show

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.

Details | Free verse | |


When you were unfaithful
to your promises to me,
I told you in no uncertain syllables,
I need no empathy nor sympathy.

I simply said:
I flocci-
ficated you.
You dumbly asked,

“Wha- uh, what do you mean?”

At first, I looked at you and said nothing.

You became more forceful in your demands.

This time I said, “NOTHING!”

You left, nothing in or on your mind.

Details | Rhyme | |

Time To Get Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Personification | |

The Private Cellar

I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be, 
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers. 
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.

Details | Free verse | |

Muddy Road

Oh, Lord
went down
a muddy road,
dirt sticking
in the ruts 
of my shoes.

How long
before it dries
up, falls off?

Details | Senryu | |

How Solutions Can Be Born

credit bills piling
on the kitchen table. it
is time for a fast.

Details | I do not know? | |

Blend Of Everything

Bring it all: video games, dollies, and
Animated Sasodei doujinshi.
You name it,
And heck yes I can be a mean or sometimes stupid gal.
I can be someone's sweetie and then break their hearts
And I can be gentle
By listening to birds and their tweetings.
Oh and I can also be a good friend and send happy
And crazy greetings...
Yet sometimes I believe my pals are deceiving.
But there are three gals I'll luv most.
Even if they're different from me,
They're sometimes so needy for my personality.
I call and talk
They listen as I walk around my room
And then I suddenly shout like as if I'm in doom.
Yeah, blend of almost everything,
Those who tell the truths about me
Are always receiving lies I make up
To keep me and my stuff safe.
They say I'm selfish,
And I admit it,
Yet it hurts for me to hear even a little bit
People saying such things about me.
Blend of everything, 
Some of my friends
Wouldn't agree,
Yet most of them don't see the curiosities
My mind contains...

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 | Rhyme | |


When I think of decadent desserts
it assails my senses and I go berserk
tantalizing, surprising, flavors entice beyond compare
staring at the compilation of assortments are so unfair

So many to choose from
I stop and stare
what do I do
I turn to you and follow you through

hot and flavorful my senses bemoan
these tasty morsels are for the full-grown
taunting and teasing heart palpitates on a roll
spiraling and spinning until it's tantamount and out of control

expecting the taste to burn into my mind
as I try to find some balance not to define
was dessert all you expected it to be
the climatic source of ecstasy

let me now reminisce the taste of flavor
actuating in my brain
every time I taste  of the dessert
it will remind me again and again

this is serious biz
dessert is good and it is what it is

Details | Rhyme | |

Majestical Land

I was carried away up and over a topped stack just the other day,
By the oceans of blue cascading across shadows of magnifying rays of sunlight!
One by one they dashed through the trickery Sun as if they had no night.
I was drawn much closer in watching the Moon reflecting on the ones that sway.
Then I was taken by the swishy swore of the bouncy Sea rolling as the tide came in.
I just so happen to be taking a much deeper breath as the stars lit up like shields of sheer.
Breathless I just took it all in, over and over again until I saw there was truly no end.
Marveled, just down right marveled at the time I already just simply spend,
Then I saw a most wondrous bumbling bee, soaring aimlessly through Majestical Land. 
All in a single moment with time to spare, I saw balls of bouncing thunderous lights.
Then it was a much greater reach for a more logistical articulate helping hand.
Then I saw big white fluffy balls unfolding in the heavenly quaking open sky.
One by one colliding atop the luxury of just floating or shuffling them self right on by.
Marveled, downright marveled at what was passing me by, I just knew I’d die.
I absolutely was standing beneath the Majesties undeniably clever designated plans.
I saw blueprints and designs above the weighty scales and receipts.
What strategy for self-defeat with the books I write and keep!
Hooting and hollering cheering louder in Majestical Land, with my brilliant plan!
But then I was carried all the way back to the toppling stack,
The Majestical Land amazingly had not one single little lack.
“Marveling I tell you”! “Just down right Marveling”! 

Details | Rhyme | |

23:52 - That Dream

Isn't it funny how in that dream, 
Your car had changed?
Your laugh had changed.
Isn't it funny how in that dream,
Your voice had changed?
Your choice had changed.
Isn't it funny how in that dream,
Your house had changed?
Your vows had changed.
Isn't it funny how in that dream,
Your role had changed?
Your soul had changed.

It isn't funny how in that dream,
Your face had not changed.
I can't face this change.

Details | I do not know? | |


Enjoy on the go or at home
Take it everywhere
Because everyone wants to know how you feel
To feel like you do
Hope you find your life and share the wealth
I want to be a part of this too
So dance and sing
And do all the things that you love
And all those things you are supposed to
Live your life
The way that you're meant to
Enjoy on the road you've chosen in life
And leave all else behind
Because no one can live up to you
To live like you do
So run in one direction and don't turn back
Keep everything out of your path
Enjoy this wonderful life of yours
Don't worry about the rest of us
We'll wait for you here
'Cause we know you'll be back

Details | Tanka | |

Rambunctious Theater

Catcalls, lewd comments
and humor at the movies:
is it the picture
or the acts at the picture
that we have all come to see?

Details | Free verse | |

Building Obsessed

How your hand caressed a building,
like it was your shapely lover.
How wet tears in your eyes collected 
and dropped like raindrops
at the demise of the Twin Towers,
not for the people inside but for
the noble structures themselves.
When we looked at your developed
pictures together almost all of them
would be of buildings, hardly any had
people in them at all.
Morning, noon and night
that's all you had on your mind
and in your sight was buildings.
You were obsessed!

Details | Didactic | |

Don't Let The Stuff You Get, Get You

we all have worldly possessions, we all have some stuff
those material things of which we can't seem to get enough
you never realize how much stuff you've got until you have to move out
an overabundance of possessions, the stuff you can't seem to do without

eventually you'll be separated from your stuff and it will be separated from you
for when you finally leave this earth don't think you can take it too
somebody else will be rocking in your chair and  watching your HDTV
somebody else will now have all that stuff on which you spent all your money
your children won't treat any of your stuff the same as you would
so don't let the stuff  you get get you for in the end it won't do you any good

one day my son invited me over to see his new apartment
and while there he gave me a drink and then made a strange comment
he said "dad, you'll need a coaster so don't put that wet glass on my table"
I told him "what about all of MY stuff that he's destroyed since the day he left his cradle"
you need to develop a duck's oily back mentality
and let the little annoyances in life roll off of thee

one day while Jesus was speaking a parable, a young man did interrupt
he wanted Jesus to talk to his brother about sharing their father's stuff
Jesus said, "Who told you that I have come here to judge,
My purpose for being is to speak life to you, I'm not here to settle a grudge"
mankind has developed a condition, a sin known as greed
for an abundance of  possessions, the stuff we think we need
but that is not the major problem that most men do possess
it's that they're not humbled enough to give God His proper address

people tend to forget that all they have comes from God's mercy and grace
they tend to think that they're the ones in control in the first place
if you're over-bearing, self-centered and disdainful you'll be labeled a foolish man
if you don't learn to give honor, glory and thanks to God for His righteous hands
for no man has the authority to assume he's in control
not even the richest or the smartest man can save his own soul
not even the poorest or the dumbest man can circumcise his own heart
people need to understand that all the glory belongs to the Lord God

so don't let the stuff you get get you, all those things you possess
remember you can't take it with you and it won't make your testimony progress
so don't be selfish about your stuff and to  God be arrogant and rude
remember He's in control of everything and He does not suffer fools


Details | Free verse | |

I Stand

I could sit here and write crap all day
and some self-proclaimed pontificator
would criticize it
for the drivel it is
love it,
and call it Poetry.

Free verse…
Just other names for 
“Got No Talent”
and no sense of rhythm or rhyme
beloved by those 
who adore disjointed thought
and random word.

Yes, I am great,
for I stand on a rock and shout
so all the world may hear
my prolific
poetic words.

And because I 
catch the eye 
One Who Is Heard,
who has access 
to grant money 
others who self-proclaim,
I am suddenly,
a Poet.

Details | Quatrain | |

Wine, Women, and Song

Wine, women and song-
delirious impressions
both over- and understated.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.

This is how my daydream began:
gyrating  on stage with long hair
like and adolescent shaman-
visions of a young Jim Morrison.

Wine, women and song-
punk, funk, southern boogie drunk
battle ax guitars, pounding drums
blacken and brutal beer soaked bars.

This is the dream come true:
an insidious reality
that suddenly struck rude.
Nonsense to the uninitiated. 

Now, it is still the wine
women and song that I long for. 
Indelible impressions
both over-and understated. 

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 | Cinquain | |

Amorous Watch

satin sheet stare
which looks without care but
from a complete stranger beware.

Details | Light Poetry | |


Granny, you need to push back the plate
Or go down stairs and work on that weight
Granny, you needed to start watching what you ate

Oh! That hurts, you weigh too much
I don't mean to be a grouch and such
But when on me your whole weight touch

My springs start to sag and padding goes flat
Especially when you also add the fat cat
Or that chubbie granddog who weighs ..well fat

Promise me you'll make a new year's resolution
To lose ten pounds that would be the solution
No more confections  or pizza or fries try exercise, exercise

(I could not think of one from a chair's point of view and I know that you will find this 
strange but I am through.  For the Speak, Chair contest.)

Details | Haiku | |


Inspired, I blaze
Over every obstacle.
Spent, I fall asleep.

Details | I do not know? | |

IN circular round

in{-ane, -sipid, -gestible, -digestible, -satiable}
just kidding!
not !!
not, not.
who dere?
aw, go {expletive never inserted} myself.
{oh joy, almond joy, enjoy, killjoy}
go back to the start where i am

Details | Blank verse | |

Apples and Oranges

Apples and oranges,
Who would have thought that such unimportant things,
Can stir such a controversy,
Who know people are willing to argue over such simple things,
Well me of course, but I do not count,
I am the the one who says the sky is purple, or green depending on my mood,
That no one catches on makes me smile.
but people get into such arguements on their own with no prodding,
So I see my little deception has no significant diffrence except maybe to make 
people think,
Thinking is good,
but so few actually do it,
Spitting out drivel just because it was spoken before,
A long lost talent that sjould be ressurected and brought to the light.

Details | Grook | |


I think there's a hole
or a leak in my head,
all the words have spilled out
and left parts of me dead.

I can no longer muster
an original thought,
the words that I find there
are weak and distraught.

The well has run dry,
to coin a phrase,
but that, too, is trite
and seen better days.

Seen better days?
I've done it again.
You could fit my creativity
on the head of a pin.

Another trite phrase!
I've truly run dry
and now I'll be gone
in the blink of an eye.


Details | Classicism | |

it's funny

it's funny how a memory can take me back in time
a photo that is faded, that once was black and white
it's  funny how a song could hold such fantasies
and what you always said, is what I now believe

it's funny that I built castles, out of little grains of sand
and how it never worked out, exactly like I planned
it's funny that before my eyes, sunlight turned to gray
everything seems different, everything has changed

it's funny that a dream can take me back in time
to places and embraces, things I left behind
it's funny that a heart can lay love's pain to rest
after all the heartache and all I did invest

Details | Acrostic | |

Pray about it

I don't  (pray about it)

Know what to do? My mind has
Never been so blank; but I'm
Open for any new or
Winning ideas. (pray about it)

What if I just  (pray about it)
Hum and hull about it until it turns into 
A health problem? No, you're right,
That won't do.

Don't you just hate it when the 
Obvious answer to your problems is right in front of your face! (pray about it)

Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm An Animal

"We were all born part animal"









This is what my dad told us kids
all the frigging time lol
thanks dad and happy father's day

july 5th 1925 - april 11 th 1981

Details | Haiku | |

They're Grrreat!

Frozen Ice Crystals
Brown dead leaves litter my yard
Nature's Frosted Flakes

Details | Free verse | |

No God

If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid 
and spell out a creation song

I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus

Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself

burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.


Dean Walker

Details | Rhyme | |

Growing Up

It's kinda of a  drag.
Ya once were the mean spirted prom queen .
Now your just another bitter old hag.

That six pack led to a DUI.
Busted for skinny dipping down at the malls fountian.
Really do ya need to question why.

That Motley Crue shirt dont fit  like it did 
in eigthy two.
That comb over isnt foolin anybody Donald
bout time to buy a clue.

Hey grandpa this party's for teens so put down the cup. 
Maybe instead  of  thinking bout scoring.
You ought to think about growing up. 

darlin it was cute back when you were nineteen.
But after about seven husbans and ten kids.
Well you more ressemble a worn out drag queen.

Geeting wasted was cool for awhile  cause im no
stranger to the crawl.
But hey Axl it's been many a year and beer 
since headbangers ball.

Yeah I confess I myself am no longer a pup.
So enjoy it while ya can.
Cause it really sucks growing up.

Details | Couplet | |



I would love to write a poem as hilarious as could be.
But it seems like funny poems will not come out of me.
So I practice my Chastushkas in hopes I will succeed.
A better sense of humor must be what I need.
I wish that I could buy one, but they are not in the store.
I have searched dictionaries and thesauruses galore.
I have looked along the freeway and down the country roads
But the funny inspirations seem to hop away like toads.
There are so many writers that have a humorous touch.
And I wish I had it, too… very much.
I guess I must remember to write down the funny things I see around.
Like the time I saw kids rolling, laughing wildly on the ground.
But until then, I’ll use my pen to hone my funny bone.
Writing those Chastushkas until I do not laugh alone…

 © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets

Details | Free verse | |

My Poetry

When I am overcome
With emotions and
I feel like I am on  
The edge of insanity 
I take out my poetic
Pen to release the
Torment that I have
Bottled up inside of me 
Leaving my despair on
The paper with which
I write my poetic prose

If my eyes are crying
Tears of sadness  
My Poetic pen 
Allows me to share
My pain through the
Literary expression
Of my melancholic
Outlook that is
Clouding up my mind

If I have suffered  
A bitter betrayal
Causing my heart to
Become engulfed with 
A volatile, explosive rage
I acquire my revenge
Through the exposure
Of the wicked deeds
That have been 
Inflicted upon me
For no one can
Escape my poetic prose

If you dare to cross me
Unleashing my wrath 
Your sins will be cemented
Forever in time because
Through my poison pen
I will immortalize the
Memory of your
Treacherous actions
For poetry lovers
To read about for
Centuries to come
Until the day that
The earth fades away
My poems will be there
To speak the truth
About your decrepit soul

Though some hold the
Belief that it is justice
To take up your sword
Fighting in battle against
The ones that have brought
Pain and angst to your life
My weapon of choice is
My poetic pen because after
The deadly wars have expired
My poems will still remain living
Eternally to be discovered 
By the next new reader of the
Poems that I have left behind


Details | Senryu | |

Nine Times Out Of Ten

when you know you're right
and don't implement what you
think.  you'll be sorry.

Details | Cowboy | |

Listen T' This Little Ditty

I sometimes think my poetry ain't poems in modern favor.
Intelligentsia declares, but I danged well won't waver
from writin' simple, unpretentious words 'n' thoughts called “witty”.
From now on my poetry ain't a poem, it's called a ditty.

“Listen t' this little ditty.” I've heard those cowboys say
when they begin to sing a song of wisdoms of the day.
Now I don't think me wiser than the smart guys that I know,
but I just like to fake it in my stand up poet's show.

Now cowboys, they write poetry to sum their thoughts in rhyme
'bout words o' wisdom or describin' real weird points in time -
like twisters twistin' towns apart or floods that float the cows
or simple words, “what goes comes 'round” brings thinkun' jus' like owls.

So listen to this little ditty, if fer nuthin' else than fun
of listenin' to a cowboy fake that he's a wiser one 
a spoutin' words of poetry that some folks may call “gritty”.
I'll seldom waiver from my writin' what I call a ditty.

Details | Elegy | |

She loved one

She could feel it in her bones.

Chills promising her she would

would never be alone.

I cried the night he left, he

just went away leaving me with

a scar of sweet memories. I held

him dear to me he was the only one

who I had led to my heart and opened

the door. 

He didn't deserve it, oh no he didn't

But he was the one she loved and as the

tears dropped she turned to stone.

Details | Senryu | |

Lottery Tickets

lottery tickets
get your hopes high to be or
not to be fulfilled.

Details | I do not know? | |

Prayer to the Porcelain God

Short footed god of porcelain and white,
I ask your help to get me through the night,
I come to you again in agony and despair,
With whiskey on my breath,
And peanut shells in my hair.
My head is pounding,
The room is spinning,
The total reversal of the contents of my stomach,
Unfortunately is beginning.
I can walk no further,
 I can drink no longer,
My shear stupidity,
 I sit in the floor and ponder,
I didn’t come here for self-degradation,
I had no intention to give common sense the boot,
But responsibility and moderation,
Unfortunately are not my strong suits.
I hang my head in reverence,
I assume the position,
My gift to you will soon commence,
Through your crown of my own fruition.
Save me from myself,
Save my life from going south,
Save me from witnessing,
My shoes come out of my mouth.
But, if I must give back,
All that I have taken in,
Help me make it to tomorrow,
So that I may be forgiven,
For my depravity and sin.
If you’ll just do that for me,
I swear I’ll never drink again,
It’s a real waste to go out every weekend,
And never remember any of the things I’ve done,
Or the places I’ve been. 
I know that talk is few and far between,
But I don’t want the bad me to be,
All that anyone can remember being seen.
Please except my prayer to you this day,
As I pull the lever and wash this night away,
I’ll make good on my promise, 
Thanks for listening to my praying,
And I won’t be back again tomorrow,
Of course, that’s what I’ve always been saying.

Details | Senryu | |

' What Is Your Problem ?' 16th Senryu

‘ What Is Your Problem ? ’   16th Senryu

         What is Your Problem ?
 To Solve Them… Now, Get A Clue ! …
     … Your Problem … Is You !

Details | Free verse | |

It's A Fact Of Life But Take Care

there might be someone
better and brighter than you,
but don't despair.  laugh
or cry, but make sure  you have
lots of dental floss and tissue.

Details | Rhyme | |

Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta

Details | Sonnet | |

The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.

Details | Verse | |

Can't Stand It Anymore

Can’t Stand It Anymore

Something’s wrong
Oh, it’s you…

I dislike your choices of what to wear today
I am put off by that complexion
I cannot stand that way you stand
With that superior air about you
I really can’t accept that way you giggle like it was a joke

I strongly dislike your straight A average
I really loathe your humor
I cannot stand your bubbly aura
I just can’t deal with your perfume
I absolutely abhor your choices
Of what you wish to pursue

I cannot stand your tediousness
I really hate your smile
I absolutely loathe your eyes
As equally as I hate your friendly persona
I just can’t look at that stupidly perfect little face
I can’t live with your little moans and groans
And especially not that annoying wailing you make called crying

I hate the fact that you’re constantly involved
I hate that little noise you make when bored
I hate your blatant honesty
I can’t stand the way you speak in riddles
I hate how you look at me most of all
Because of how you look at him

Details | Senryu | |

' Alexander's Fate ' 10th Senryu

‘ Alexander’s Fate ’   10th Senryu

        Alexander’s Fate 
See, That Was His First Mistake
   Thinking He Was Great 

Details | I do not know? | |

Ugly Betty Just Isn't Me

I’m sick of being an Ugly Betty wanna be.
I have better inside of me.
To hell with all that being pretty inside.
I think the outside should matter.

All these magazines tell me who to be.
They tell me how act and who to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think. 

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body, 
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough,

The plus size is the new in,
It seems a sin to be thin.
One thing these models don’t know,
It’s not worth the dough.

All these shows tell me what to do.
They tell me how to act and what to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think.

I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body,
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough.

No need to be a Barbie doll,
Or anybody else.
Be your own true self
Don’t sit on anybody’s shelf.

Details | I do not know? | |


some dreams are for only dreaming'
nightly entertainment for a lark
and some are meant to wake us
Days go fast in indecision
Daily bread eats up the earning day
Then churning adrenalin hits a  spark
And creation heats its burning way
There's some that dream and some that do
That's how it's always been
But once or twice to keep things nice
Someone will do and dream
It's not correct but I suspect
from observations took
Though not a way to architect
'tis how to write a book

Details | Free verse | |

Before Man Time

You were my first muse,
Rustling Branches of Tree,
before ever I knew a man
before that time began
when time advances 
and stands still
with fits and starts.

You were my first,
Rustling Branches,
before ever I knew 
to impress a man,
and I was happier
then, before time 
slowed to his rhythm.

Details | Free verse | |

The Good Hedonist

The good hedonist says, “I don’t mind
holding your hand through this crisis,
or playing some other part.”  He can
lay awake all night watching over her,
or make love like a lover, only, finally
he will leave in the morning
like a vacume cleaner repair man
going back to the shop.

Never call him on the off day,
he won’t answer or if he does
he’ll be nonchalant, a time
for everything and everything
in it’s time.  The good hedonist
is a wonderful lover but hard
to find on other occasions.
He says, "never mind."

Details | Ballad | |

' ... For The Old Men ... ' (or It Ain't Over Yet)

He Thought, ‘Cause He Was Old
And the Other Guy, was Just ‘Sprung’
That He didn’t have a Chance To Hold
His Own, Against The ‘Young-Un’ …

And In Spite of His Many Years
… Worn-Well, Like Battle-Scars
The Boy, Wet, Behind The Ears
Challenged Him For Love, Thru War …

… The Rival, Dressed In Handsome-Glory
And showed His Young-Man’s Strength
And Polished Up, His Manners, Solely …
To Flatter, The Lady at Length …

So … The Old Man … Stopped His Visits
To The Woman of His Dreams
His Last Chance … and He’d Missed It …
Due To Failing Eyesight and Self-Esteem

But, the Object of Their Desire
A Woman, Fully-Grown
One of Beauty and Hidden Fire
Already Chose, What Her Heart – Known

So, She Went to See The Old Man
Her Senior, by Twenty-Years
And She Took Him, By the Hands
And This:  Is What He Hears:

“ … Hon, I’m Just Like Fine-Wine
Aged and Mellow, Taste Real Good
I Flow in a Smooth-Line
… and I Thought You Understood …

I Already Been In The Barrel
I Already Reached My Peak
My Vintage, Ain’t Just Alcohol
You Know, I’m Warm and Sweet

… and I Need A Man To Hold Me
Like A Decanter, Strong and Bright
… Crystal-Clear, Around Me
And Sparkling-Eyes, in the Light

I Need Him, Cut-To-Perfection
With Many Facets, At Each Turn
And Fluted with Affection
So, When He Pours … He Still Yearns

Now, An Old Decanter, Like This
Takes Time, and Design To Make
It Doesn’t Spill A Kiss
Or Fall-Down, Shatter and Break …

Its Been Tested, for Its Value
Adds Worth, to Any Room
I Give It, Its Due …
It’s a Genuine Heirloom !

Now, These Words, Go-Down Pretty
You May Think, ‘Don’t Mean A Thing’
But, I Need A Dose of Maturity
More Jump, Than Grape-Juice Brings …”

 - - - - - -

The Woman, Said Her Sincere Words
Then She Kissed His Weathered Cheek
And Wondered If He’d Heard
When He Still, Didn’t Speak …

… Then He Gently Grabbed Her Close
As It Finally, Soaked In …
… ‘It’s Me, She Chose ! …’
… The Old-Man, Gave A Boyish-Grin !

And He Held Her, Like A Decanter
Holds The Finest, Best Wine
… Caressed and Prized and Hugged Her
And Softly Whispered … “Mine !”

As She Swirled Perfumed Nectar
And Shy Drops Upon His Lips
An Intoxicating Sampler …
… The Old Man, Took A Sip …

Next Time, When He Saw His Rival
He Knew, He’d  Have Some Fun
As He Waited For His Arrival …
To Tell Him, ‘You’re Not Cut-Out For This One, Son …

Details | Narrative | |

Mansions in the Sky

The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
 Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
© Copyright: Ann Rich  2006

Details | I do not know? | |


In search of gold,
An alchemist dies old,
Wandering aimlessly in a ravine,
A fool finds a goldmine.
This ‘wisdom’ of Muse,
Does me amuse! 

Details | Light Poetry | |

Get Over It

Sternly said.”Listen Up-You”..
It won’t ever work..get over it.
Amazingly spineless in this case,
This is really not like me at all.

Over, never really was, OVER
Damn fate brought his face in view.
One sided..always knew it.
Now, Put one foot forward, then the other….
                MOVE ON . ORG

For Kristin's contest.

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My Choice

My world's falling apart
But I can't stop it
If it doesn't get better,
I might throw a fit.
I've lost my heart, 
And I'm losing my voice
But the funny thing is,
This was my choice.
I chose to be me
This evil person inside
And it's only getting worse
And I'm no longer mine.
I've changed so much
And I can't take it back
It's no use
This is the last.
I've lost my heart
And I'm losing my voice
But the funny thing is,
This was my choice.

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Immaculate Reception

Chants ranting
rants chanting
narcissistic voices
deliciously pounding

Vicarious words
devilishly dancing
choruses spewing
copious chords

Muses climax
narcotic pleasure
poets revel
feeling hypnotic drums

Poetic coitus
lend me your ear
cry havoc
the Virgin Mary is hear

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BB's Rattle

BB's really rattle in the shell
Of a container,loose like bell
Clapper, hanging free to ding
Ideas rattle in poet's brain to ring

The audience, and awake from sleep
Oh! Into a new dimension of deep
Thoughts, understanding of heights above
The ordinary, into a new realm of love  (truth)

(Thank you Lord for your blesssings on me.)

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frutrating moment

Try for a moment to define your immediate experience based on what may have 
been neccesary and or sufficient to transport your collective being to this given 
point in space-time. Now take off your left shoe and wing it at the nearest lamp 
with great velocity. Now clean up the glass. Good monkey.

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Man Overboard

Constantly trying to get something for oneself-- 
Sit down, you're rocking the boat. 
Constantly trying to have the last word-- 
Sit down, you're rocking the boat. 
Constantly judging yourself and others-- 
Sit down, you're rocking the boat.
Remember, you are never lost at sea. 
Simply sit down in the boat 
and allow the mothering waves
to embrace and guide you on your way. 
When, at last, you hear the call,
"All ashore, who's going ashore," 
you may find that you have decided to stay in the boat.
Well, then you need to go back to the beginning, and read the poem again.

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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!


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It shouldn't be that way
That's what "They" always say

That's not the way it goes
Of course the "They", he knows

"They" help us tell the time
To pick the finest wine

Instruct us when to dance
And show us how to prance

     ...what to wear
          ...when to care

"They" also dictate right from wrong
"They" even measure short and long

But where is this "They" 
When it's time to pay

The piper who plays the song?

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2 Piece Snack

When you are not too hungry
but you just want a snack
just think of the most savory treats
that will set you back

2 piece chicken nice and crispy
will eating it be too risky
feast your eyes on the prize
it's spicy enough to make the heat rise

tantalizing so full of surprise
gorging yourself until you are sated
trying to slow down until your laboring
breath has abated

while trying to focus on where you are at
while definitely enjoying your 2 piece snack

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Old As Dirt

You know that you’re old as dirt
When ever thang done hurt—
And you trades a cane for quirt
‘Cause you’s too old to flirt.

And when you have to trim hairs
From your nose and your ears—
You done knowed those creepin’ years
Has justified your fears!

It ain’t that you’s gittin’ old
Or Father Time is bold
Or that last crow has done crowed,
It’s jest sittin’ till ya mold!

Old sport, jest what’s the matter?
You ain’t no mad hatter—
You ain’t old, that’s jest blather—
You is jest gittin’ better!

But if time comes a knockin’,
Don’t let it be shockin’—
Don’t with yer tack go hockin’,
You’s jest rollin’, not rockin’!

So when you lose all yer friends
And seems life never ends—
You’ll know ya ain’t on the mends
When ya end up in Depends!   

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' Western Shows ... '

It Started Out With Roy Rogers
Then Moved On To John Wayne
My Family, Loved To Watch ‘Gun Smoke’,
‘The Rifleman’ and ‘Shane’ …

Mine, Were ‘The Big Valley’
‘Bonanza’ And ‘High Chaparral’
Paladin’s, ‘Have Gun Will Travel’
And ‘Rawhide’ and ‘Wagon Train’ Trails

And ‘The Lone Ranger’, ‘Zorro’, and ‘Johnny Ringo’,
‘Bat Masterson’ ‘Branded’, then, ‘Wild, Wild West’ Came
And Oh, How Could I Forget …
Clint Eastwood’s, ‘The Man With No Name’ …

So, ‘Tombstone’, ‘Silverado’, ‘Unforgiven’, ‘Appaloosa’
‘Quick and The Dead’, ‘Wyatt Earp’ and ‘3:10 to Yuma’
All Join The Ranks of Big-Western, Showdown Scenes
and Even ‘F-Troop’ and ‘Blazing Saddles’, Rode Onto My TV Screen

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Please don't think me demented
Until you have walked a mile
Zooming through my thoughts
Zest for life bubbling from your heart
Love for all a must
Excuse me? Were you speaking to me?
Damn; I was puzzled there for a minute!

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This is what I sing

Thank you God for loving me
Help me be more Jesusee
Help me do the things you like
Morning, noon all through the night
Thank you God for loving me
Help me be more Jesusee

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 Blue kangaroos, azure primates,
 cobalt cats and dogs, bright navy 
 vertebrates for heaven's sake,
 perception is a fine and fickle sense!
 it's usually true to form, but when it fluctuates 
 you may wonder whether you are still awake!

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Esoteric Enema

Esoteric Enema
Miser of Burden
Intrinsic Impetus
Seer of Inertia

Virulent Vestige
Alias of anonymity
Pious Pathogen
Fear of Androgyny 

Visceral Virtue
Tao of Two
Antigen of Affinity
I love you

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Author Message 

Age : 53
Joined : 13 Jun 2007
Posts : 688

 Subject: FOOLEY   Today at 16:32      



Ewe knoe what a fooley is ewe when ewe pick up a sack you thought the lemon 
was still in it but it rolled out and you grabbed the empty sack and lifted it every 
time that eye try to lift an oil spot off the tarmac because it winked at me it is a 
fooley eye thought it was a quarter or a nickel or dime but it was a fooley mee a 
shiney spot of reflection made of nothing more than old liquid vegetation thinking 
hard they say the gasoline was once forests made of trees an old heavy sack 
with nothing much but a broken crock pot is what eye had today it was a fooley 
eye thought it was some great important treasure because of heavy but it fooled 
the mee and eye tossed the bag away much wizened in my knoeing what a 
fooley seems to be 

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Two Heads Are Better Than One

if we put our two
cents together, we will have
twice the change of minds.

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The Shadow and The Light

The Shadow and the Light 
Struggling to at last break free 
My shadow slipped from under me 
And stole away into the night 
Seeking shelter from the light. 

It tripped into a forest dark 
Then flittered through a moonlit park 
It scurried under thickets black 
As soot and smoke without once looking back. 

Gazing upon the water still 
Like a cat perched on a windowsill 
It pondered how and wondered why 
No familiar site could he identify 
Through himself he could see the sky 
And he looked until it overwhelmed his eyes 
And the darkness began to blur the lines 
Until he could not longer himself define. 

What had become of himself he thought… 
Where was he now? Where was he not? 

Lost and afraid he called for help 
It was plain he couldn’t save himself 
He was a shadow – nothing else 
All he wanted now was to be restored to health 
And thus fell asleep beside himself 

The sky began to whisper, so 
The birds added to the glow 
the flowers put ears to the ground 
Searching for a familiar sound 
They heard the sound of a distant humming 
And they knew the light was coming 

At that moment the color red 
Opened its eyes and shot out of bed 
It was among the first greet the day 
And help get it on its way 
And noticed the shadow that had lost its way 

“WAKE UP!” said the light to the shadow! 
“You almost missed it” 
The place you’re born each day I visit 
“When his foot touches the ground, 
Make sure you bless it!” 

And when he saw its affect on the night 
The shadow agreed that it would follow the light 
And happily accepting its attachment to me 
It blessed the day – it felt so free

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Soldier's Son

soldier's brave only son,

     mighty scared of the hand gun,

          none else makes him run!

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In a previous life 
I was a woman’s bicycle seat
Envied by all couch potato men
My life has gone downhill since then
Now my old friends call me Depends

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Two Important Things Never to Forget

Each day we face many mental perils, have to make many important decisions, 
like what color socks to wear.  Some things must take priority, however, and it's 
important to keep them in mind.  The first is to be comfortable with yourself; you 
may not be perfect, but, darn, who is?  Be happy with yourself if you can truely say 
I did not intentionally hurt anyone today.  There's more than enough bad people 
out there to do that for you.  So pat yourself on the back for a day of sainthood!
The second thing is....uh...the second thing, I don't remember!

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Bad Luck

My daughter is a magnet,
to disastrous trials indeed.
Everywhere she tends to go,
bad luck follows her lead!

I tell her it’s just coincidence,
then another misfortune I see!
My new truck broke down again,
mom, please come and get me?  

Extra cell phones needed on hand,
just one for her will not do.
I’ve already seen the calamity,
of not losing one, but more than two.

Maybe coincidental I was mistaken,
and her streak of bad luck will end.
For these catastrophic incidents, 
are becoming way too many to mend!

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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you can't take it with you

I've been to my share of home-goings
I've seen my share of funeral processions
but I have never seen a U-Haul truck at one
full of somebody's possessions

you can't take it with you
and even if you could
up in God's Kingdom
it wouldn't do you any good
God will be your sole provider
of all that your soul will require

so why are people amassing great amounts of wealth?
if it won't have any effect on one's spiritual health
why are people buying two and three cars?
you can only drive one at a time and without God you won't get very far
and why are people buying two or more places to dwell?
your soul can only go up to heaven or it will go down to hell

you can't take it with you 
so don't even bother to try
the only treasure you can take
will be eternal salvation when you die

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To The Punch

if pain is supposed
to hurt you, what do you call
it if it helps you?

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I truly laugh at all the jokes I receive everyday, 
And all the funny things that online I get to read, 
They come in so many forms and my funny bone they always feed, 
The gift of happiness and laughter,also comes from Him, indeed! 

We all agree that laughter is a good thing to the soul, 
It's a good medicine to the spirit, just like an apple it's to the body they say, 
We can all cry tears of sadness, but also, cry tears of happiness, don't you see? 
Laughter can cleanse our spirits and souls, and makes us again feel whole 

Don't hold it back, smile, laugh and let yourself go, 
Loosen up and let your tickle bone laugh and have some fun, 
Don't take life too seriously all the time, that you forget to smile and laugh, 
Problems will come but sooner or later they will go with another sun 

So laugh and let all your cares and worries just go from your mind and your soul, 
Laughter is a great medicine for the soul, being stressed and sad just takes its toll! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 

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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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Why I Forget

What I have and what I have not
Are things and items best forgot
For if I was required to remember so
I wouldn’t know what I needed to know.

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Pervasiveness Of Litter

sandwich of lettuce,
ham and swiss on the sidewalk
now evolved to waste.

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A Steadfast Relationship

Pet Rock in my palm,
invent of late twentieth
century and hard
mass of mineral, able
to soothe without sediment.

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Let me

Let me take time to think to decide

Let me take time to choose to select 

Let me take time to adjust to reside 

Let me take time to assess to reject 

Let me take time to try to solve

Let me take time to feel to combat 

Let me take time to be a drudge to get involve

Let me take time to be sure to start

For all the boring things that need my attention

Let me take time to be in this position

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Internal Rush

Delight sings in her slow dancing verses
Responding to internal joy
Under its spell of illusion
I consider returning reply
Duty compels me to reason
I shake off her clutching hands
Coils shatter loose in confusion

Descending to fall at my feet
Responding in kind
And trying to find
Colorful words of endeavor
Or stating it simply
No hidden evasion
I mean no invasion of Self
An attempt at reply to an acrostic cry
Never tempered my internal elf

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Thoughts Of Schadenfreude

you can curb your poor
actions and always bite your
cheek before you laugh.

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A Woman's Heart

Ah the woman’s heart, 
As gentle as the coolest breeze,
In the heat of a summers day .
Not to be taken too lightly, 
You might get swept away.
Be careful of the brewing storm, 
It only comes ever so often, 
This is when she has been scorned,
And her world has lost all motion.
Treat her with respect and courtesy,
If you value the love that’s yours,
It will be given back amply 
As the sun shines again outdoors.
The storm will have passed quickly,
Things back to normal again,
She will be calling you her sweetie,
You will be thinking AMEN.

If you fill a bucket with salty water, no matter how far you walk, it will still be salty.

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On Pins and Needles

Grimacing with eyes closed
And staggering to stand
On cranky legs and feet
With numb prickings shooting
Like a thousand points of light

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Thank-You Garden

The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.

While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.

One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.

No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there!!

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Into the Night

Into the Night 
As I drift into a peaceful night slumber..
Sounds owned by the night, enter my chamber.

Crickets chirp a tune to share..
From the corners of the dusk; filling the night air.

The moon peers through the window, sprawling to the floor.
Making slight shadows, for creating a frightening folklore.

I hear little feet scurrying across the room.
It was a mouse, I think; escaping his foredoom.

Leaves from branches brush across the window screen.
The night was proving to be more then it seemed.

Moths flutter aloft a lighted street post.
A slight breeze ascends the curtains, simulating a ghost!

In the near distance, came the sound of a drummer.
Then out of nowhere, a flash splits the darkness asunder!

Rain patters down steadily on the worn rooftop.
Then the night went placid leaving a picturesque backdrop.

The smell of the rain renders me soporific.
Slipping into a dream, I ponder on tomorrow nights frolics!

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Think Deep

density of thought
can lead to a mind of rock
and enlightenment.

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My Point Is

Today I think I’ll reinvent the wheel,
‘cause I don’t think the first time that they tried
they knew exactly how a wheel should feel.

A wheel will always try to roll away
and it’s like hell to make them stay close by,
but that’s not what I really meant to say.

I like my wheels to stay right in one place.
They’re just a help if someone comes and says:
Get up, and move on down the Interstate…

…for no good reason, like the jerks upstairs
who think they know too well what’s good for me.
They like to pass out orders with their airs.

I see the other wheels and need to groan
because they’re all the same, they roll around,
they cushion you from bumps along the road.

I don’t want to take my wheels for a spin.
I like to sit and watch upon the grass,
and make lewd sport about her mass or grin

at the way he drags his trash behind him
as if it were important. Such nonsense,
but here, that’s not really what my point is.

I want to make a wheel that’s square, and strong,
and nail it down or maybe stick it there
with Super Glue or mount it in cement.

And if they try to move me it gets bent,
so there’s no point in going anywhere
and making my life harder than it’s been.

But when they come to tell me I can’t stay
I’ll laugh and tell them all to go eat fudge,
my wheel’s embedded here, it cannot budge.

That’s not exactly what I meant to say…

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Robot ici 
There is a robot sitting ici on this computer 
He has a name and number but no freedom of religion 
He is soon taken from his places that he goes 
Big frog hopping in a little jargon pond 
Working on his nothing to complete  his daytime job 
Of standing on his pocket leaning overbearing moment of decay and death 
somewhere forgotten to be kept 
How many people am eye how many people must eye be 
Everyone is crazy in this new millineum of time 
Am eye the robot baseball player the batter up and pitcher 
Am eye still the cop the undercover thriller 
Am eye only the dishwasher in my white apron getting so wet and dirty 
Am eye the papermill employee scooping big heaping shovels of decay 
Am eye the dairy man giving all the milk away in bottles full of cow 
This robot was once human once full of life 

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Big Black Lie

As time drug on, as it always does at stop lights, 
a longhaired rustic man banged on my window.
I thought he looked homeless with his long scruffy beard, 
but he really drove the bus parked right next to me. 

Hesitantly cracking a sliver in the window
just to make his voice audible, I heard him say,
“Hey Lady, a huge snake just crawled in the front of your truck.”
I sneered and told him he was crazy. 

As I sat there pondering over the logic to a snake 
crawling into a vehicle in the middle of the city,
I gained more confidence that I had nothing to fear.
Of course I called Animal Control just to be safe.

I sat in the parking lot as my vehicle was inspected, 
expecting to prove the bum wrong. I found out real quickly
that mangled and wrapped tightly around the engine
was a five-foot pregnant black snake.

Two days later I saw the driver of that bus
parked near the front of my school.
As I smiled and waved with thanks
he just shook his head in disgust and looked away.


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Full of It

“Why, thank you.” I would respond,
For what it is,
What is it?
It’s what life is comprised of,
I’m full of it,
Full of myself,
My stunning, intelligent, creative, 
Cocky in words and thoughts,
I know I am full of it.

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' Gone Huntin' ... '

Hey Girlfriend, Get Your Hunting Nose
And While You’re at it … Get Your Hunting Clothes
… that’s Right ‘ Hunting ‘
We Going Hunting …

I’m Headed out to The Westridge Mall
Its Friday Night, Time to Have A Ball !
… and Go ‘ Hunting ‘
Yeah, Hunting

Pick Up The Others … Is A Six pack Enough ?
Yeah, You’re Right … We Better Pack The Truck
… and Go ‘ Hunting ‘
Big Game-Hunting !

It’s Hunting Season … This Must Be The Spot
Hot Dang, Sister ! … Look What I Just Shot !
… Out ‘ Hunting ‘
Happy ‘ Hunting ‘

Hurry Up … Don’t Let ‘Em Get Away !
I’m Staying Here, Holding This One At Bay
… Done ‘ Hunting ‘
Great ‘ Hunting ‘

Hey, He’s In Your Sights, Girl … Just Point and Pull
Bring Down That One … He’s So Beautiful !
… Look At Him ‘ Hunting ‘
Uh Huh, He’s Out ‘ Hunting ‘

Hey... You Crazy-Humor-Loving Guys ... Moses and Jimbo)
Hope You Enjoy This One ... It's from MoonBee's Clubbing Days

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Fun of Rush

Why rush me 
To rush up 
Your rushy job
When rushing 
To rush up
The rushy job
I was rushing.
To rush
So as to beat the rush?

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The Kettle And The POT

The fire is under us both.
"The POT is black", the kettle confides.
"The kettle is hot", answers pot.
"I have carotts inside here", says POT.
"Potatoes aer my specialty", says kettle.
"You must be very hot my carott POT".
"OH My kettle, so aer you to make potatoe soup".
The fire is under us both.
"Why do ye call me black"?
"Attack" says kettle.
"You call me hot, OH now I`m boiling over".
Says POT, "I am simmering hot".
The fire is under us both.
The kettle and the POT.

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playful , play with words

is in-tuition , tuition paid in the school of life ?
....there is no out-tuition , unless you're sick
and become an out-patient....or  , is that being
impatient ?.......who knows , sonic's or should I say
phonic's , whatever I mean , or need , or sayed...
hooked on sonic's is almost light speed.......

whenever we're confronted with grave decisions ,
sometime's we don't understand....
the gravity of the situation , but , what is gravity ?
but a force that anchors us to the earth.....
how grave is that outlook ?

at one moment......our moment......
began as spermatozoon swimming to an egg ,
do you think now , our swim , 
is to swim the celestial sea ????

so what is the gravity of our situation ?
what is the meaning to our true question ?
true questing , still testing........
is that quest-ion , spontaneous combustion ?

with real-eyes ,we should realize.....
our true purpose , is our souls quest.........

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Marbles Lost

I've lost my marbles.
I wonder where they went.
I've lost my marbles.
running on a hellbent.

I've lost my marbles.
Oh, where could they be.
I've lost my marbles,
rolling away from me.

I've lost my marbles.
Where did they go?
I've lost my marbles.
Not a one to show.

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Dry Cleaners To The Rescue

when you don't want a
date, tell the person you have
pressing engagements.

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Originally From

How do you feel?
When someone is pointing at,
Only you, when you are sitting,
 In a group, at a dinner table.

Where are you originally from?
He asked me, when the other nine was waiting,
For my answer, why did he ask me only?
The meaningful answer demoralised me.

I am from heaven, I said,
I came to watch the Religious people,
They are claiming for Heaven,
They know to live on earth or not.

I‘ll answer to him, who send me on Earth.
He felt insulted, still seeking degration,
He attacked on me, in a classroom, 
When I was talking to someone, he abused me.

Although later, he apologised but still burnt,
When he insulted me again and asks me for apology,
They were unite against me, but still
I was fighting against their hidden agenda.

At the last day in training, a girl said to me,
At least I understand all, why they targeted you,
Because I talk to you, they felt insulted
I know, they are minding your colour.

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Unaligned Expectations

About the time you finish this,
Before you come to any conclusions,
Count all your blessings, and
Deem me questionable;
We'll be on the edge of our

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Ok one poem,
Then to work for me.
I felt guilty this morning,
Then I broke down,
 And washed my dishes.
I thought I would drown.
The plate wasn’t so bad,
Nor was the spoon,
But the pan lid and pan,
Sung a different tune.
I got in there and did it,
I was bound and determined.
It took less than a minute,
To my good fortune.
It seemed an eternity,
To get this job done,
Is not where I wanted to be,
It was not much fun.
The water was so hot,
That the grime couldn’t riot,
Next time You come over,
Then you can try it.

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In the corners of my mind
Lives a creature of uncertain kind.
It guides my ever certain whims
And follows beats of perplexing hymns.
Sometimes it shouts, bellows and roars
Often with wings outstretched it soars
Gliding through my id and ego
Following shadow-like where I go.
Thoughts with constant and ebb and flow
Reaping what my hands have sown
Watching, leading, guiding through the unknown.
What is this being from within
That lights my path and shows me “when?”
I must confess I’d be a mess
If I didn’t have those little voices
Helping me to make my choices.
Better off than I’d be 
If my life was up to me.

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Poor Fish And Raison Pie

Poor Fish and raison pie came my way one day. 
Sometimes my poor fish don`t go away 
so quickly as eye try to make them 
slide into my belly to fill my hungry want. 
I found an ice cream melted raison pie. 
I could NOT eat it all. 
Sometimes I have so many blessings, 
I wonder iff there is any left in Heaven. 
Poor Shrim:Pe and fish and old potatoes. 
Some Jalepnoes and then some more peppers. 
Popcorn for later, to make me feel much better. 
There is always room for more. 
I could NOT eat it all. 
I left some raison pie unfinished. 
There will always be some more poor fish 
and raison pie.

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Time for Equality

Alright you guys, just listen up, it's time for me to vent.
The day has come to recognize, somehow we must repent.
For centuries now, we've acted as, we are much better than,
our counterparts the girls and gals or a.k.a. WOMAN!
They wash our clothes, they cook our food, keep clean things round the house, yet still somehow we all believe that we're the supreme spouse.
Baloney, that's a bunch of crap, it's time to tell them all, 
so get up off you're your BIG fat butt, and turn off that football.
Admit to them, for once for all, as hard as that may seem,
equalitys' found a brand new day, a day they should redeem.
Their dignity, their pride, their trust and all that we've assumed,
that once was our's to have and keep, self-righteously entombed.
They brought our children to this world, and labored major pain,
while we felt slighted .... 'er lack of sex, how dare they do abstain?
They truly are our equals now, so guy's let's all admit, 
they always have been all along, because of gender split.
Just stop and think, what would you do, if all of them weren't here?
Imagine living Man to Man... My God, Good Grief, .... Oh Dear !!!!!!!!

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if you run out of
interesting things to say,
smile and make small talk.

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I sit here and try to digress
To grapple on the hold of restlessness
Feelings of tyrannical fearlessness
Close your eyes and be helpless
Oh I throw my hands up to be rid of this mess
I roam and roam running from thoughts of sleeplessness
Twists and turns to untangle the rest
To conquer it all and be the best
No thoughts aligned and no progress
To wrangle through and pass the test
To see the way it all manifests
No prevarications or imitations I suggest
To keep away the nagging pest
It's cumbersome as my mind digests

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Driving Home a Point

today his pickup has made its point,
  seems no place and time, no weather
    can be more apt for that purpose
      than this wet, sloping dirt-road bend

        right smack in the muddy middle
          of a desolate cornfield somewhere
            in the heart of a lightning-lit night,
              right in the eye of a nasty storm;

a few minutes ago, it roared,
  but then it wouldn't move an inch;
    its engine faltered, missed two beats,
      whimpered and then finally died;

        drenched in rain and desperation,
          he works the clutch and battery
            as he tries to coax back to life
              the ignition, but  all to no avail;

he gets out fuming mad, cursing,
  slams the steel door, slushes away
    in the soft mud, shivers in the rain,
      glancing back, he sees his pickup

        sitting on its shadow, chuckling,
          seems to him with malice, gloating,
            triumphant in its metallic conviction
              that it has driven home a hard point !

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Free from control
Choice my creed
Going to satisfy the urge
To discover the need

Free from thought
Ignorance my creed
Going to satisfy the urge
To discover the need

Free from strife
Bliss my creed
Going to satisfy the urge
To discover the need

Call from wife
Satisfaction her creed
Going to wash the dishes
So she don’t leave

Details | Bio | |


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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pens word

Picked up the pen 
feeling so bored
why is it mightier
than any sword
Oh I know words can cut
and hurt a lot too
But a sword even dull
can cut one in two
Younger I threw one
To stick in a tree
It bounced spun
returning and near 
stuck in me
I'm not too sure when
I'll try throwing a pen

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Wander about you useless old twit
And do what you think you should do,
Push people around and bark at your friends
For you really haven’t a clue.

Kick over the trash can Miss Hissy Fit
And kick and scream all you like
You’ll never find happiness in all of your things
Until you start making it right.

I watch you sit there day after day
You never amount to a thing
You sink deeper and deeper into debt everyday
All because someone said you could sing.

Well you sing like a Tom with his head caught in a fence
And you dress like a nanny from Wales
I doubt you can get off that couch for a time
To make a few dollars or sales.

Stop blaming your husband, your kids and your life
For the bad things that got in your way
If you had any sense you’d get out of your house
And do something constructive today.

Just once I wish you would listen to me
But you think I’m like everyone else.
So wander about you useless old twit
And soon you’ll be losing that house.

But if I know my luck, and my luck’s always bad
You’ll be famous and write me some letter
“I remember the stuff that you wrote about me, 
You useless fat cow of a Heifer”.

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Harlots on Harleys
Barbies on broomsticks
Midgets on widgets
Buddha on Broadway

Leaders in leotards
Players in playpens
Twinkies in Slinkies
Christ in Cabaret

Temptation of teddies
Tyranny of toupees
Ecstasy of ecstasy
Yahoo of Yahweh 

Widows with whiskey
Yoda with yen
Saviors with favors
Zeros with Zen

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A---aaa---Aia is for amaryllis 
B---bee---Bee cause my ewe friend 
C---cee---Cee me not 
D---dee---Dee fray the cost 
E---eee---Eee feminineness 
F---eff---Eff is for fun 
G---gee---Gee eye still want ewe 
H---hhh---Aitch is for hell0 
J---jae---Jae is still for Jesus 
K---kae---Kae is for M.I.T 
L---ell---Ell is just for Love 
M---emm---Mmm is the sound my babay makes 
>.<  :D   <3  and the first letter of Mary 
N---enn---Enn is for Enjoy 
O---ooo---Ooo is the sound that I make 
P---pea---Pea is what we both dew. 
Q---quu---Quu is for my Querry 
R---are---Are ewe my patticake? 
S---ess---Ess is just for something 
T---tea---Tea is for The Test 
U---ewe---Ewe are what i want 
V---vee---Vee is still for ^V^iolet 
W---double u---Double u is for we win 
X---exx---Exx is for Exxmas soon to be ICI 
Y---why---Why is for the young ^W^hiteflower 
Z---zee---Zee is for ZLast Poem from CharlaX 

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I Did It Again

Hurrah! Hurrah!
I did the job
I wrote this poem
To show I could
Now to prove 
That this is true
I've printed it
Just for you
If you really wonder why
To tell the truth so do I.

Details | Narrative | |



A narrative poem in the charlax stYle 

Benjamine: he hath an oder oh mye qyeen 


Qyeen: yes he smells just like my camels butt 


Benjamine: eye meanteth 

He has a poet in toe 


Qyeen: eye have a blister in toe it is on my left foot 


Benjamine: the poet in TOW is the bard 


Qyeen: a splinter from a board why are you so hard today to understandeth 


Benjamine: he brings the bard in tow to proselytize to readeth prose and poetry 


Qyeen: why would he carry the board that the splinter came from to show me his 
toe would sufficeth 


Benjamine: confusion reigns today 


Qyeen: He is my Asian cousine. 

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euphoria is illegal

! lock !    bloody murder
! me !              for sale / every picture with her face was
! up !                               lost, almost as if she never
     existed. tomorrow's possibilities -- give hint       what will
  crystal ball :                                                                   happen?
                      : explosion. / weary & numb the legs buckle, 
          suddenly acknowledging the science of gravitational pull-
 being so used to boundariless ___________ strolls through
                     & god said let there be
                     light!                                    (anticipated goodness)
you have been mistaken, ; taken what was once pure & let it
     f (ast carried the word of redemption, licked it all up)
   a (nd spit it back out, realizing time as a game that couldn't)
  l (ast. we may try, we may have something good somewhere inside us-)
l (o & behold the constructed anatomy, given everything but what was)
       i need you the most right now! have needed you, will need you
                                  \ until the day i have you /
New breath & New beginnings, let's pretend as if we've never met :
hello.      how are you?                    fab.         
           hi.                       great, you?          -the problem is
                                                               that i know better than
                                                                    to believe you.
 -Euphoria is illegal. Suspicions were aroused earlier today as a
minor was seen carrying a smile. Investigations will proceed shortly.-

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Blue color

The color that is blue
Always put me in no clue

That whenever I wore this color
I always lose a dollar

I always been pampered
And I needlessly scampered

Of this blue color when I stopped wearing
Not a single day I find boring

Details | Tanka | |

Tweezers -- Another Use

of rage can be achieved in
plucking thorns, splinters,
and shards of glass when the chance
arrives -- very cathartic.

Details | Tanka | |

Watch What You Think

blue sentiments make
mental sediment, so clear
your mind.  point your face
towards the sky, or you'll have
an ostrich's head in sand.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Soul Searcher

The soul searcher….the chick that tries to make “the connection” with each and every 
brother she meets. She’ll wine and dine, buy the suit and even pay for the room. Yes… 
you are this desperate. Yeah I’m talking to you, sounds bad don’t it girl. Sit on up 
lemme talk to you a minute. You are worth more to yourself, you were born of strong 
black wood like ebony trees. Don’t lower yourself for a man. Let him take you by the 
hand and if he is worthy you accept... And you walk in the right way so that respect may 
be kept… I man doesn’t respect you if he says hello and you jump clean out your panties. 
Maintain some pussycat control girl think before you leap. Sex is not a prelude to a 
beautiful relationship.
 Get to know the man ladies and in this case I use the term loosely. The phrase soul 
mate would imply a connection with a soul- correct me if I’m wrong but when was the last 
time someone told you souls connected thru human genitalia. For goodness sakes take the 
time to get familiar….. with lifestyles, personalities, and families, and if you can’t 
see yourself married to or in the least having children with the man. Jump up and run 
like hell with underwear in hand.  Come on  how is important is  to have  a man that 
loves you if YOU don’t love yourself. Can you say you love yourself right now... I mean 
if you do exercise some restraint. I’m no saint but dang girl your extra curricular 
activities make me tired enough to faint. You can’t buy love or happiness so before you 
whip out the credit card girl…..Whip yourself.

Details | I do not know? | |

Me myself and I

   I've got me myself and I and there ain't no denying that when it comes to me I will 
never lie to myself. I will never make fun of my flaws and I will never spread rumors on 
myself because I know that I would never disappoint myself all I have is me myself and I. 
When I close my eyes at night I can hug myself because I don't need anyone else but me 
and family to make myself happy. I will never deceive myself, I will never flat leave 
myself. I would never deliberately hurt myself or pretend that I was being real to myself 
when I wasn't. I can always know that when I criticize myself that I am being true to my 
soul, body and mind. In the end all I have is me to strive for my goals and not let 
anyone get in the way of it. All I need is me myself and I, I don't need anyone else's 
harsh words to make me cry. I will have my own inside jokes that only I know. As I turned 
around and saw a girl staring back at me, She was everything I was looking for in a best 
friend. She had all the same interests and all the same styles, she understood me and 
never made fun of me and when I realized that it was me looking in the mirror a tear 
swept down my eye.

Details | I do not know? | |

Freud Funk

The Id
went walking,
The Ego
was talking,
The Super-Ego
cried, "Stop!"
The Libado said,
"Ah, come on
when its done
scream halt."

The Id
went searching,
The Ego
was smiling,
the Super-Ego
cried "Halt!"
The Libado said,
"Ah, fug it!"

The Id

Details | I do not know? | |


What are MEN?
Are they woman’s only sin?
They twist you around their finger and make you linger.
You say never again, victim of MEN.
We just can’t win.
Go away!
I wished they would make up their minds, all the mind games they play.
Is their any way!
We love them just the same.
MEN are so lame they barie us in their own shame saying we are to blame,
Can’t live with them.
Can’t live without them.
Someday some one will write a book on understanding MEN, with any luck.
Until then MEN totally SUCK!

Details | I do not know? | |

University Days (2005)

Lonely days at first
And then I burst
An emergence of a leader
A people picker and a brain feeder
Days when troubles were low
We just went with the flow
A big stretch to your mind and heart
A new life a new start
Great days every single one
Now those days have gone
I look back and think 
Those days just go in a blink

Details | I do not know? | |

What's real

   Here I am sitting waiting for a prince charming that is hardly galloping, I must watch 
too many fantasies, I must read too many romances because in the real world nothing is 
like you want it to be. Everything is forced. Your pressured to find someone quick, 
That's not what love means to me. I see everyone falling in love and I wonder about 
myself. What's a girl like me doing alone? Maybe it's because my head is in too many 
clouds to breath. Even when a guy tries to approach me I knock him off his pedestal. I am 
perhaps just a little too mighty and yes I guess I have an ego on me but that's doesn't 
mean i'm not approachable. I will weaken to my knees when the right guy comes along. 
Tears drop down my face as I dream about the one I loved. So far away from me now that I 
can't feel him so I just let him go. Now i'm searching for someone just like him, Isn't 
it funny how the heart can be retarded. Your head is telling you no just forget it and 
your heart is beating messing things up causing you to lose it. But these feelings are 
real, my heart craving attention so much that I have no choice but to believe in silly 
romances. I have yet to feel that heart beating moment that makes my eyes water. But 
that's real and not a fairytale and as I close my eyes I know he's out there.

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Eye Catching

I close my eyes and what do I see blackness and darkness engulfing me
Still is the night no stars are shinning, no peaceful thoughts on the horizon
No crickets chirping no bells ringing, no humming birds humming
No night sounds singing

To what do I owe this silent night,  when all is quiet, oh what a fright
What is happening, what is going on
The darkness illuminates the night like the quiet storm
And then I realized what I needed to do

I opened my eyes and the sky was blue

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Failed Again

I was going to write an X rated poem
I thought and thought but the words didn't come
I picked up my dependable dictionary book
I come again to you for another look
Show me the NO NO words I never knew
So I can show my friends I'm hip too
Heck, Darn, Shoot, Crap, is that the best you can do
Oh Manure!!!!  this poem is through.

Details | I do not know? | |


So, just where does a Winnebego go when it goes?  And what did it win when it 
got there?  And did it really have to beg for it's prize?   I find this whole subject 
quite bizarre.

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The charisma of his car eclipsed ambition,
By a margin that defined his wife's contempt,
It became a precursor to superstition,
That he'd lose some race from which he was exempt.

As his ego baulked at masculine pretentions,
While his Missus cringed at alcohol-free beer,
The addiction of his sixty-four abstentions,
Were the prison-wall-marks chronicling his years.

He had dreamt mis-matching figures prior to midnight,
But retirement loomed resplendant as his soul,
And some whisper that a risk gives birth to insight,
Made him seek expanded knowledge as a whole.

The excessive engine ate acceleration,
Like an orphan who'd forever ask for more,
But pathetic was his brief emancipation;
When he hit a bus, at only sixty-four.

Details | Tanka | |


it's good when playing
just don't walk the plank,
operate a vehicle,
or sign legal paperwork.

Details | Senryu | |

Saying Little Can Take Much

pithy things to say
often need plenty of wit
and thought before said.

Details | Burlesque | |

Good Night, Tonight

Now I lay me down, hopin' sleep...
Another wakeful day, I doubt can keep,
And if the Lord should call me home...
I only hope, he uses the telephone...

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The Priority

They strut and preen the students of life 
They try very hard to from a priority of one  but only in mass numbers can they 
force me from my temporary home the computer in the lieberry is where eye write 
all mye poems from and although eye am not a genious eye am a poet as most 
of ewe will agree in the poetical realm of statemans land the places that eye visit 
in my mind are better learned and softly written into WORD 
Upon the keYboard of the DELL is where eye want to bee 
When eye have a poem to interest ewe and mabe me. 

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Night Terrors Reconsidered

as a child, i had them terribly --
night terrors.
they came to me about the same
as i slept:  something menacing   choking   me;
while i'd be lying down, sitting, standing or running away;
just nameless, faceless, bodiless
hands ....  
i'd wake up clutching my throat with one hand,
reaching out with the other hand
and mumbling.  strangely, i would feel exhilarated
with the awful terror.

i used to believe the dreams were demons or monsters
trying to get me.  as i grew older, a peace began to fill me
and the dreams became fewer and fewer ....

something happened with the change.

i started to have a different kind of repetitious dream:
nameless, faceless 
men and women --
together, as a trio or in groups --
caressing me with their hands and   choking   me,
choking   me ....
i'd wake up exhilarated 
with my hands around my neck.

older and more educated, i started to realize 
that i might have sleep apnea
and my dreams were just a subconcious response,
i did take innocent pleasure in it.
afterall, i was either celibate  
or just seeing someone -- in or out of reality.

one day, it happened -- love.
i became engaged,
got married,
still dreamed on ...
now, i wanted my childhood night terrors back --
still be exhilarated --
but (inhale, exhale)
be monogamous.

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Love Bug

Dipsy Doodle was a bug,
That fell in love 
With a flea, lying on a rug

Dipsy said hug me flea
If you'd please...
Careful now bug, said the rug 

Or you'll find yourself
Laying just like me 
Holding more than just one flea

Well that bug kissed the flea
and exclaimed that's alright with me
The rug shook stating we shall see…

Poor Dipsy Doodle Bug 
should have listened to the rug
the flea viewed Dipsy as the Love Bug

Produced more fleas 
than there were arms to hug
Hate t'say I told you so said the rug