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Lucila

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There she is.

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

Now it’s my turn.

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

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

Go fig.

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

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

But, “Now I am”, is uttered.

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

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

These winds of change
became gusts of numbness.

I locked myself out of my heart.

I turned around to go back inside.

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

© Drake J. Eszes


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Vase Dream - c'est la vie

       Vase Dream - c'est la vie 

White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie 
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything
In an apartment rising skyward
Lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or there about
And more - c'est la vie 
The balcony did its’ best of course
Displaying the fragile curves
Morning sun light danced approval
Around bouncing beams above the surface
But nothing could stop a soft breeze from… 
Poof!.....And off  it went… c'est la vie 
An alert French man
Pastry smile and all
Happened along
With left handed nimble fingers caressing a Beaujolais 42
The other hand stretched out with stress
As if to field an errant football pass
And in that chance encounter…Catch!...
Tumbling to concrete boundaries down
Bottle released in a wincing crash
Ground favored his mortal urgency
Pottery saved - c'est la vie 
Intact
French man’s head cracked
Let’s say opened 
Something like an egg
A natural death ensued - c'est la vie   
A passer-by seized the moment
Lifted vase and fled
Made off down and dirty
An ally
Another fate for vase awaits
Less encumbered
In a land far away
To dream of ledges - c'est la vie 
If so inclined   
Or so designed
 

Modified on 10/21/14 for - c'est la vie - Poetry Contest
 


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BOAT ON SALE

its white corlor bright
its wide
has map guild
over ride the tide
good or bad weather
will not fail
flow like a wale
this
BOATS ON SALE

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Enjoying Love So Undeserving

What sustains Life like water? What is as fresh and welcoming like the countryside? And as sweet as a newly made confectionery baked with honey? I just found one well placed in all corners of your heart. A feeling encompassing the goodness of life. Is it the blissful visitation to the tenants of the deep blue sea? Or a radiant rainbow floating in the moist skies? Is it red roses, milk Sunflowers and other colorful plants in pink, green and yellow? Or the site of a happy set of little quintuplet siblings? Is it the baby chicks peeping out from their nest to spy on the first morning rising sun? They all are no where near the unbelievable goodness of your love. Sweetheart! You are a majestic glamor full of gracious providence. Not even the magneting beauty of the Queen Cleopatra can be compared to the pillars of your virtues which prove to overcome time's curfew eclipsing my heart totally as I soak in the foam of your passions. A natural habitat have I found in the gardens of your affection and a new existence from the deep baptism of your unequaled care. I never believed a star could be as near but here I am; with a being who outshines a galaxy. My soul has lost records of its bountiful happiness from this train of love with the wish its rails are never ending and its journey, everlasting.


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love ewe and blue

love ewe and blue 

aer rhyming words true
there is always inflection and poor attitude
limits of knowledge above snobbish refrains
trains run on time only in the movies
movies run on time only in a small town
there is very few movies shown on trains
blue can be an attitude blue can be a heart
love you can be used to start a heart apart from you
as you watch the blue southern train depart
from the blue stunted depot with the board walk floor
the little blue conductor yelling all aboard her
as the train takes the love and makes your attitude blue
soup mix tastes so wordy so blue so true and good
with a doubly heaping helping of a love ewe attitude


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A Tarnished Knight And His Unicorn Named Dream

I am a Tarnished Knight 
Dragons do I slay, 
With my trusty sword 
I hold then all at bay. 

  
I have a trusted steed, 
A Unicorn named Dream. 
When we ride together 
We make a mighty team. 

  
Nary is a dragon. 
That will look us in the eye. 
They just turn and fly away, 
As we chase them thru the sky. 

  
For I am fearless warrior, 
Will do battle anywhere. 
Fight that dreaded dragon, 
In your heart or in the air. 

  
So if you have a dragon, 
No matter where he be. 
Maybe flying in the sky, 
Or lives deep inside of thee

 
Call the Tarnished Knight,
And his Unicorn named Dream.
We will come and rescue you,
For we are a potent team.

 
A reward is not required.
Our service is for free
Just to slay your dragon
Will be our only fee.

 
A fire breathing dragon,
Sometimes is hard slay.
With out an open mind
He may never go away.

 
So take this little fairy tale,
That I did write for you.
Please let me in your heart
So I can do the things I do.

 
I will slay your dreaded dragon
Then you can ride upon my dream.
I promise to take you places
That few have ever seen.

 
So let me come inside you,
In your body and your soul.
Let me slay that dragon
That has such an evil hold.


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'I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

I've had enough
Yes enough of your childish games
I've had enough
Of your lies.and disappointments
I've had enough
Of headaches,and worries
I've had enough 
Of your disrespect
I've had enough
Of heartaches,and pains
I've had enough
Of wondering if and when you're coming home
I've had enough
Of planning a future that has no hope
I've had enough
Of waking up and finding myself alone
I've had enough
Of wishing you'll change for the better
I've had enough
Of talking,and you're not listening
I've had enough
Of dreaming this dream all alone
I've had enough
Of being the only one trying to make things work
I've had enough
Of treating you like a prince,king,or queen
then in return you treat me like I'm nothing
I've had enough
Of you're not taking me seriously
I've had enough
And I'm sick,and tied of all the drama
I've had enough
Of you falsely accusing me
I've had enough
And I can make it by myself
I'VE HAD ENOUGH 
I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"


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Bell's Blues

Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my 
kitchen.  Surely a symbol of my madness.  I can't help, but think, if the keys were 
the days of my life, and the black ones represented the bad days, are there 
enough black keys??  Fighting petulance, self-pity...losing...
     Wondering if I can stand another minute alone.  Atop my organ, music books, 
and the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, another mad poet.
     Plagued by physical agonies that merely complete a perfect circle of anguish 
and distress.  Even to worrying of misspelling a word again.  Pure lunacy.
     Remembrance of my 1863 death at Missionary Ridge, something I became 
aware of as a young child before I'd ever heard of reincarnation.  Or just an early 
sign of the madness to come??
     I am lost in a befouling miasma of deep despair.  My life's hopes down to 2 
desires;  one last music band, and taking my son to Disneyworld.  Money is 
meaningless to me.
     I am well aware that death is as natural as life.  And I would venture to guess 
that the loss of my father, my young cousin Billy, my dear friend Mark Trotiner, and 
too many others, are "Business As Usual" in this universe.  But not for me.
     Being terminally ill myself is something I have long since come to terms with.  
And what a reunion it will be!!  But I must continue to go on surviving as though I 
cherish this long and barren life.
     My writing, especially my poetry, my poet friends, my music, my musician 
friends, and a few relatives and others; these are the meds that work for me; not 
the 30 or so pills I must deal with everyday.  So thank you all.
And now an addendum, one which brightened my day:
     Mark Trotiner long maintained that he gave Mark Knoffler (Dire Straights) the 
idea for his hit song "Money For Nothing", when Mark Knoffler came into the 
appliance chain store he worked in way back then, where he bought, and drove 
off with several T.V.s, singing the prototype words he'd gotten from Mark Trotiner.  
Over the years, I tested him repeatedly, looking for the tale-tell deviation in the 
story one finds in a false tale.  He never faltered, he never failed.
    Continued.....


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PASSION SEX ON THE FLOOR

it was  at my place
we sit face to face
hug and muggs
warp in arms
it was romance charms
should seen up go
we  roll on the door
IT WAS
PASSION SEX ON THE FLOOR


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KIDS AND BASEBALL SEASON

its there time
to get in line
listen to to band
the hogdog stand
catch from the wall
the water fall
this is the reason
KIDS AND BASEBALL SEASON


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Life is Like Baseball final post

Focus means everything!!!....  


                              Effort.                            Courage.       

                                   

In times of our lives we strike out but it is a team sport.    
                      

Think about when you hit that home run!!!!!!!   


It really doesn`t matter at that MOMENT who was there and who wasn`t.

Who applauded and who didn`t.      

      

Moments are all we have, when "time" itself was calculated by the stars and man; 
therefore i fail to believe it truly exists.   

           

Love and The Fight For Survival  continues on............






(Let's play ball!!!!!!!!~incidently my all time favorite sport to play, watch, and 
burn 'em, every chance I get!) 

Spring is here!!!     WoooooooHooooo!!!




Life is just that way. 

Thanks to all for allowing me to openly express myself here at 
this soup, where there is no norm in form, it's just poetryman.
 No right, no wrong... 
Let's shake hands because it sure has been an exciting game that at times I didn't 
realize I was even playing...! 
All in all life is sweet and short. 
May you be blessed in your lives and your creatitity.

                                                   *~THE END~*
Sincerely,  

Lucinda


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Harmonic Spirits

Harmonic Spirits In a time of past; so far away just beyond where night meets the day two little children were born and raised in the deepest part of the forest, a mystery their father never saw their innocent faces Ancient spirits of woodland graves they became royalty of trolls, and trees the only two whom were human beings they lived out life happily some say they could even hear them singing in perfect harmony They ruled and were protected, by nymphs, fairies, elves, and of creatures of life and grave the trees fulfilled all of their needs The forest and it's wonder a family they became Mother Nature in loving ways came with the birds and bees She lifted them up hugging them, giving immortality in a world with so much pain yet they knew only harmony all of their days the legend of the forest royalty they became healing the creatures that go unseen saying hello and goodbye for many years the little boy and girl left beside an old oak tree one dark February harmonic spirits they are now, running wild and free...
About my children who are passed


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The color of love

Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, 
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start

My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all

Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.

I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".

 If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and  break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.


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A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


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LOVE

if it fits
you know it
it has on kit
it a shower
that come from above
LOVE


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The Desert near Ajo, AZ

The Desert near Ajo, AZ
Funky town.  Got to go. Drive up a road--couple a blocks from the Plaza. Road curves becomes dirt. Hard dirt—eroded dirt. Not a pleasant place for a car. Out in the desert as fast as walking through a door. Saguaros poked up everywhere. Three types of Chollas threaten. Jumping, Teddy Bear and the tame Cane. The Teddy Bear amused Zelda. She had batches of spines in her mouth and all four feet. I grabbed a rock and knocked them off. I pulled the barbs out accompanied by soft yips. She went bounding away to the next mess of spines. I woke just before dawn everything was rugged, but the sun was not blocked except by the horizon. Warthogs, those instruments of war—were still plying the sky, but they were high, high and could not be heard. Only the birds. Nothing else. Not a thing. My relations with the others are awkward at best. Harry was no problem, but I had a feeling, he was miffed. I know his wife was, as was mine. Something about talking with no concern for others.  “You just go on and on and on. You don’t listen! You are a complete asshole,” Sue said.


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The Royal Changeling

Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner 
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
 
The queen of a land so far away in time
With a king who held her ever so dear
Locking them away alone from peasant's view
None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king
 
He had a smothering love for his queen, 
Abusing her in every way
Never there for love, but only in his mind
She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse
 
Then one day her knight came in on his white steed
They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy
Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king
Until one night he caught them
 
The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak
The queen fearing their treasonous death
Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded 
To the knight's chamber they carried him
 
Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor
Dropping the lantern the knight held
Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him
The queen screamed to the subjects for help
 
All the court came running to douse the fire out
The knight and queen really started 
The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper 
The knight came forward as her husband the king
 
The queen burst into tears, 
Explaining how the knight attacked her,
Setting the room ablaze
All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling
 
I am sorry dear king, the subjects said 
As the knight pulled the queen to him, 
Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below,
Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom 
 
In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded
The knight secretly became the king instantly
Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen
No one suspected a single thing 
 
She visited the king one last time before he died
Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek
Watching the next day as they beheaded him, 
Hiding her head in her knight unknown
 
Her dark side she displayed
The day her knight became her king 
And her king became some subhuman thing
He had truly always been
 
The knight now the king with his lovely queen
Ruled for many years, having ten children 
Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew 
Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed. 


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Twinkling eyes

Twinkling eyes that sparks, funny how emotions can takes over the heart
Impossible words that is hard to find, thinking one movement and he might cross
the line.  He wore his pride like a badge, but the wounds in his heart is deep,
and for him to love again is just a broken dream.

Even through loneliness scream when he’s under his sheet,
He rather succumb to its sting, other than listened to the silence song his
Heart had to sing. Known his heart is a self made wall,
And he’s not the type of man she should tell how much she loved afterall.

Thoughts kept running through his mind when he recall
how profound he looked her in the eyes. Making him feelings so awkward that
 he could not control all he knew is having her besides him daily, his love will grows.
He realize that her tender care is the only thing that keeps him alive, yet he 
Settled with routine and afraid go beyond the boundaries.

She reaches out to feel his touch, but somehow had not get enough
Thinking of going her way, but she knew her mind will suffer in everyway
He took her in his arms, where she found security. Hands in hands 
She looked in her lover eyes and saw the love inside and
Made him show the feelings, he always had to hide
Tears fell down his face as emotions takes over
his body language says everything and there things became clear.


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DON'T LIE TO ME

i can tell by your smell
when its a tail
this time it fail
you can smin like wail
 and feel free
JUST
DON'T LIE TO ME


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MegOHBlister

MegOHBlister
They built the underground chamber well reinforced with concrete to the depth of 
three miles into the center of the earth. NO steel girders were used. They did not 
wish to be trapped when the atomics started dropping from the sky. They putt three 
tons of food within reach for everyone to survive. Radiation suits with water in 
drums to be used only in the event of the end of the world. They even used double 
doors like saloon doors which could not lock them inside. But they forgot what could 
happen iff Murphy is in charge. The SILO for this is the right title of this thing the 
SILO for this is the designation of this thing the SILO drifted above them only 17 feet 
away but it could not have been worse it could have been 17 miles for there were 
no equipment down there for them to tunnel up or out. The spokesman for the 
group turned out to be the worst the nerves evident in the strain of her voice there 
is no reason left to us. So now we will die here entombed no one could foresee this 
problem the concrete silo above us has drifted into the earth trapping us 
underground for the rest of our lives. Which recourse will not be much longer now. 
The lifer PFC Hice stepped up to the dirt floor roof just above them he took his 
shovel from his pack then he began to dig slowly at first then faster faster he pulled 
the dirt from the opening letting it fall behind him uncaring he begins to turn the 
tunnel to the west to begin his task of getting to the concrete Wall of the silo. 
NOTHING else matters now to most of them they sought out ways to help him. He 
turned over here he is to sleep then wakes to begin the shovel urging the others 
taking turns to come up behind him with the bucket then drop the dirt into the 
kitchen or the stove they filled up every free spot in the effort to conserve room they 
intended to win this fight for survival now. For where there is one free Man there is 
hope for the others. It took too long to get the concrete tower open. They found 
them there one September. They held open the tower door for the Prime Minister of 
the world. He took one look to the Man on the tunnel floor. He smiled. It is my son. 
He died he gave his life upp here down here trying to get them out he was trying to 
save them. He brought him out into the light only to bury him further. Such is the 
power of men. Such is there intelligence. One huge MegOHBlister.


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Microexplorers scaling an egg

The glacial slope is tall, a vast and perilous globe 
It has been a whiteout for nearly three days now
We do all we can with our equipment to maintain our footing
The surface is so uncertain, but the summit is within reach 
5 am, Thursday (?), We are awakened by an earthquake 
An intolerably loud crack, perhaps a large chunk of opaque ice falling into the sea 
Some sort of strange eclipse now, a great silver moon appears overhead 
And now---now a wall of molten yellow magma approaches us! 
I must stop writing and seek shelter, pray for us small men! 



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Come by the Sword Die by the Sword

The Bard of the Norseman
A warrior’s fame and for glory all Norseman live worthy of life
Worthy the Norseman with warring axe to victory and spilt Saxon blood
For spoils of the serpent’s lair lie across the whale’s road
Far from the girls in the houses they love
Seeking a quest these warriors of Oden -always the dream for a bard’s song
Now set sail upon a journey –a glorious adventure- a hunting do they go
Do steer the battered sea-steed adorned by dragon’s head and tail
Endure the breaker of trees from artic northern hail
Skid the waves and endure towards a foreign mystical shore
Below a pallid sky-candle and darkening gray dim light
Nebulous rains doth hinder the rudderman’s  impeded sight
Till at last the first oarsman peers across the misty horizon 
Mystical panorama- calls acclamation unto Oden- makes call of reached land
These feeders of ravens rave honor into Oden
Lord of the gallows hath made the glory of the elves to shine
Down upon warriors the sun makes glisten- their metal horn helmets and shields
Set afoot to feed the eagles-prey on either Christian or druid-with a wounding-hoe
Seeking untold fame and glory and carry back a dragon’s hoard load
To brighten the battle-sweat of those made conquered 
And sing unto Oden- tell their tales- make legends of victors
Believing Valhella's glory to come thus hunting they do go  
Doth all Norseman perform deeds of valor with axe victory and slaughter-dew
So did live the Vikings Danes Anglo Saxons who wore warded blue


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LOVE SUMMER

tho  i sweat
you can bet
i like it wet
the beach
the sandy feet
the sun love to run
in the hot sun
am a hot weather bummer
i LOVE THE SUMMER


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It's Great To Be Alive!

Tamera liked to run in the cold, on a whim she stopped by Woolworth and bought a package 
of hot tamale candies to eat after her run.  She loved having a reward for everything.  
Wearing her golden sweatpants Tamera decided to run laps, which she loved to do on the 
track alone late at night as the moon tipped his head and winked at her. She started this 
shortly after her divorce.   It was cathartic for her to watch her warm breath rise in the cold 
air.  Running in the winter made her feel alive to be so cold, to run and beat the elements. 
She loved the feel of the wind in her hair as she ran.

She didn’t notice the man that joined her, until he passed her.  She hadn’t seen him before.  
He had a Florida Gators jersey, orange sweat pants and a blue ski hat on. She liked his 
strides, they seemed fluid.  She had only been running a few years herself.  It was a hobby 
that she enjoyed.  Having company on the track felt good, normally she had the track all to 
herself.  She usually left after running three miles.  Tonight she felt like running more laps 
than usual.  She kept running.  Her new friend kept running too. Tamera was always 
competitive. Who knew maybe she could outrun him.

She found her rhythm and felt the adrenaline rush of the endorphins finally kick in. That's 
what she like about jogging, the endorphines. It felt freaking out of this world!  
Her heart was beating fast, her breathing was steady.  Her strides were growing wider and 
longer.  It felt so good to Tamera to be alive and one with the track.  She almost felt like 
she was flying over the Grand Canyon.

She kept running and running, until she could hardly feel her legs.  They felt numb, she heard 
the crowd as they cheered for her.  She saw every handsome man that she had ever known 
standing on the sidelines naked as they were cheering for her.  She smiled at them as she 
passed them by like a blur, for she was so fast.  She imagined her ex-husband lying on the 
ground rolling around in sheer pain as she ran all over him to win the race.  She saw herself 
jumping over the highest hurdles with the grace of an agile deer.  She was in her runner’s 
paradise. 

After a while, she noticed she had the track all to herself once again and her handsome 
gentleman, Mr. Moon had also moved along.  When she checked her mileage counter, Tamera 
had run eleven miles.  It was a great run, the best she had ever had. It was a great night to 
be alive!


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DRUNK AND IGNORANT

A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.


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Sweet River Man

Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day
down by the river where I always liked to play
we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand
come on please be my sweet river man
We can call the wild geese up with a little dab of feed
or jump in the water a little too deep
in that old Red River we can laugh and sing
take me by the hand, make that leap

Write our names in a heart in the sand
you can be my sweet river man
and I'll be your sweet lady river friend
we can hold on for life and scare the catfish twice
anything’s possible that time of day
my white sundress is a little bit dirty
from that red water that always stays so murky

I wouldn't want to be any other place
than down by the river where I always liked to play
and when the moon comes out tonight
and the stars shine bright
your sweet river lady
is going to sing to her sweet river man under the moonlight

watch those stars shooting in the dark as you hold me tight
until we see the sun start to rise
yeah down on the river where I always liked to play
nothing’s changed much since I was just a babe
but now I share with my sweet river man, my favorite place to play


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BE A FRIEND

you don't them
or him
you see  someone bad
looking kind of sad
do it if you can
help them stand
do it from within
BE A FRIEND


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MAN AND DOG

man loves to stand
dog love to roll can
its his best friend
it come from with in
as the the walk
hear dog barg talk
lets them roll there log
ITS
 MAN AND DOG


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SEASONS AND TIME TRAVEL


Seasons and Time Travel

The whirring sound travelled again
I always hear it
From afar or just close by
Jarring my senses
Way above I can see the tiny wings
   the blinkers, they seem to tell
I'm flying!
Places I dream of.
Peoples and cultures.
unfamiliar faces I behold.
Interesting.
Architectures of the most modern world.
Towering.
The skilled hands of God's artists.
Admiring.
As winter melted into spring
Sleepy flower beds, Slowly arising.
Tulips and peaches. Mums and daisies.
Smiling.
Sunkissed leaves on treetops
Rustling.
Then, standing in the valley, amongst unfamiliar greens
I smell mint and fresh nature of the Spring.
Ah, The perfumes of the Gods, lingering..
 To find myself dwelling and blossoming.
I see the beautiful winged flies swirling by
After sometime, slipping yet to another time
I climb and reach the peak
of some snowcapped mountain.
Feeling and listening to the sharp coldness.
Lying down,
 I curl up.
 Feeling.
 The first time,
like making love.
 Thump! Thump!
Echoes against the valley's bosom.
The heart beating fast.
Then I stretch to the vastness and expanse
   of gods' creation before me.
Incomprehensible joy!
I bring home with me.


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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


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FRIEND ON THE FLIGHT

 (Dedicated to Dana Rugina)


On that very cool and refulgent evening
Flying from Europe to Africa
Luck placed me beside you
How beautiful it was to look at your pretty face
How wonderful to know you are from Romania
How pleasant it was to have a seat beside you
How glad I was to know you are a mathematician
Though accented, paid kin attention to listen to me
I had a smooth and sweet flight
Not because it was an Egypt Airline nor that I sat in business class
But because you keep my company
“Is your final destination Egypt?” ignited our conversation
“A man that keeps quite will die” will I always remember
Because they are words of wisdom
I believe I’ll see you again
Friend on the flight
Where and when, that I cannot say. 

(c) 2011


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WinterBane

WinterBane 
WinterBane 
 
Soltive pre ordained priest warlike additives initially a Jesus Freak becoming cold 
hearted in the winter. Bane has come with hatred of simple minded people. Sexual 
orientation is nill. Macabration indentation on the quilt. A welcome matt with a towel 
for spills. I have a small fortune tied. Up is not an option now. There is only snow up 
there eventually. The water line is nearer the river then the streaming stream of 
water near me on the highway catching all the melting riverlets as they run away 
from home in WinterBane. Some men still have strength but they abuse it think to 
break down boarded ruins tearing down old barns and cornors of old abandoned 
houses where homeless and poor people might find shelter from the rain. Where will 
they find to dwell. Because of wealth they have a large area to heat in WinterBane 
they have a larger of a structure the more expensive in the WinterBane with sleet 
coming down in Sheets of Ice looked like a solid wall of water hitting me Frost icing 
clothing no thing was DRY ice all over me a few moments after I stepped toe out of 
sheltor walking on the SIDE of the road cant walk on the roadway slipping on the ICE 
stepped offroad walking in the treelined. I found what looked like a Najavo Hogan 
brogaded outside there was clothes hannging on branches a Babylon Garden in the 
snow. While the whole city was whited out at degrees zero. The goose has a liver. 
Oh Pâté the liver rules the Goose is cooked with too many alcholic incumbents while 
the minutes of the meeting Read all old activity reported long ago nothing is new 
under the sun. Nothing there is nothing is there nothing in my past has preparred me 
for my future education has failed me for the alcholic eye was ruined for functioning 
in SOciety degenerate reborne. Nothing smelles worse to a man then sex mixed up 
with tobacco and alchohol how can anyone live as porn objects and still survive the 
toll booth smells like whiskey before three pee em it takes the heart to control it 
takes the lust to want. I feared to die for I was sinnor I feared one day to lay 
underneathe the snow ensheathed but then one day has come to eye EYE Fear No 
Snow EYE Fear No Snow I am a man. The snow no longer bothers me. I am beneath 
it all, My soul is not inside of me. It leaves me when I fall. As I lay here 
silently,wating for the trumpet, It will blow! 
I do not any longer fear the snow. 
Copyright © 2006 charles hice


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DON'T LIE TO ME

i can tell by your smell
when its a tail
this time it fail
you can smin like wail
 and feel free
JUST
DON'T LIE TO ME


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Secret Ladee Of The Night

I remember so well  
   dancing  that last, wild dance
A journey across the essence of time 
 
   Once  upon  a midnight clear  
I danced  beneath the waning moon 
   wanting to drink 
the sweet wine of  forgetfulness
   The sometimes, bitter fruit 
left a taste of regret 
   upon my tongue.
 
Now, in my older years 
   I’ll reclaim that woman child 
I’ll believe in faeries and flying saucers 
   and wash my face in fresh, fallen rain 
I’ll wear bright, wild, plume feathered hats
 
I’ll  have  a  secret name
   that no one knows but me
Then I’ll  laugh at  those 
   whose  judgements‘ and absurdities' 
so riled my fury
 
I'll pray for the sweet nature of other spirits 
   to take up their beat within my heart
I’ll be… 
           The Secret Ladee Of The Night
                                                                     
                                                                ~ *~*~
 
 


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KNIFE AND FOLK

you love meat
its your beat
it needs  A treat
to eat
and make it talk
you need a
KNIFE AND FOLK


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Woke up from the nightmare

I woke up from the curiosity
And slipped down from my bed
I crashed down my left leg
and too injured my head

It needed so much aid
So I decided to 
get it fast
And I ran to the door
Got out from the 
room as vast

It surely was so serious
It made great a pain
Made me bleed when I 
Stepped out in the rain

I was going to shout
when it came in front
It was the blackest night
and there came a grunt

And I was stunned to
Hear that type of sound
And I ran violently
From the night made me bound

And slipped down from my bed
I realized it was a dream
And again crashed my head
And saw another dream

(Jamshaid Ghani)
25-11-2012


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the moon

The moon is so high.
the moon is so low.the moon is dark.
 the moon is light.the moon is blind.the moon is not.
the moon is great.the moon is whiled. the moon is with in
so look at the moon and say youll never change.






love jamie


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Over The Dead Body

Grim, hollow, pointless
Walk limping through its lostness
For a name he is clueless
For a past he is dreamless

His insight is only some bored routinity
Which is stuck in the airport of dead society
Killing time like it never be killed
Living a live like it never be lived

An ambush to the stadium of shelter
Was a breakthrough for the unexpected trigger
One brain consumed by the hand of a ripper
Its cerebellum emit clear memories about the lover

An outstanding memories 
Led the soulless to its side of humanities
Longing of past, stages of life
Belated hunger stop to strive

A girl with her sweet adventure
A dead body whose lost in his picture
Rely on their fate to each other
But blind in the shimmer of their clutter

Through the memory which righteously read as a diary
Through the features which bring him to the life ready
Through the whisper
Through the struggle

He entitled for the second chance
He deserved for the right romance
The new life is just waiting 
To the next chapter of the beginning

Author's Note:
Inspired by the book of "Warm Bodies"- Isaac Marion.


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Blinding Snow

The man made his way through the deep underbrush
The snow pelted against his face and thick fur coat
The forest quickly turned from brown to white
Snow kept on at a steady pace and he had to move
Or be caught in the raging storm that blew
He knew that as long as he kept moving 
He would survive on his trek to the valley below
The snow mounted into banks quickly
Each step became more labored than the one before
The path became slippery on the downward slops
 the steady pace slowed to almost a crawl.
The once clearly laid out path now
became invisible, he must pick up the pace
It was no place to be caught on the mountain slopes
during a blowing snow storm.
As he continued his trek he only hoped
that he was headed in the right direction.
For the blinding snow hid all from his sight
As the cold began to seep into his body
his fingers and feet no longer could be felt
Yet, he pushed on knowing that if he stopped
he would be frozen or fall asleep.
He pushed on and came to the bottom of the 
mountain just before dusk.
His determination kept him going and thoughts
of his family remained clear in his mind.
He had made it home and counted himself lucky
to be alive for outside the storm still raged.
Early surprise snow storms can catch a person unaware
And he counted himself as one very lucky man.


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RAIN DROP

over you am hurt too
this i can say
i love you anyway
hard to carry own
you did me wrong
my love can;t stop
my eyes or like
RAIN DROPS


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MAMA COOKING DRESS

its in my mind
all the time
rain or shine
she our life shine
how she cooke
without a cooke book
how she look
like a mess
in her
MAMA COOKING DRESS


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Message Of Hope

Life’s tortures seem a part of my biological design absorbing pain, a phenotype and solutions, seemingly advancing in a slow motion ten hands all over, tearing my blouse hundred long nails shredding my skin down to the dermis The waters have turned salty and all edibles-decayed with maggots I’m roasted by hunger and fried with thirst pressed by two rocks and the valley of escape filled with thorns and reptiles I’ve been tied to the Earth for even animals to trample upon escaping from a dangerous path lands me on a slippery ground sliding down, having a free fall with no help But! The same life which once passes urine on me has now provided a fresh stream for a deep bath the same sky, once filled with pregnant dark clouds shines the light of hope and freedom I’ve been hit but not crushed, bruised but not bleeding heated but not burnt and swallowed but not chewed I’m out! I’ve overcomed and now I’m free!


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FRIENDS AND MONEY

when you got it
they don't quite
some do this
to get you can bet
some call you honey
thats
FRIENDS AND MONEY


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THE NEW WORLD IS NOW

they are born
in a world thats torn
its not mabe
these are babies
has a cry sound
tell you too
THE NEW WORLD IS
NOW


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Around the corner

My young brother and I was
Fishing from a leaking boat
On Europe's largest river,
Little to care
What's waiting 
Around the corner

The weather turned wild
Our boat kept turning to its side
That my brother tried to steer 
Against the ferocious elements
A sense of dread warned, what's
Around the corner

On its side the boat
Tossed on the shore
As daylight began to fade
We huddled up to survive
Night's oppressive anxiety,
Around the corner  
 
In nights black ultimatum
Our hope began to cease
Wrapped in the womb of nothingness,
The peace of morning appeared:
Like my mothers serene smile,
Around the corner


Competition by Francine Robert
13/10/14
Elizabeth-Dea Shanta


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Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


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WHY I LOVE YOU

your bright
your the day and night
you love to wear white
you are out of sight
the things you
say and do is so ture
thats
WHY I LOVE YOU


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A Place I Go When I Sleep

Where I Go When I Sleep
When I close my eyes I travel to the land where the lion roams and roars the night away. 
Where monkey’s travel from limb to limb and frequently beat their chests to show the mighty 
spirit.

A place where I ride an elephant across the land and wave
At the hippos covered in mud to cool and protect their skin.

Where I can shake my khaki hips to the jungle beat
In my bare feet, a place where I can grunt instead of speak.
A place where pink dolphins frolic and squeak.

A place where even I can afford to eat. 
That’s where I go when I sleep.




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Your mesmerizing memories

Oh love do you really exist?
I cried when your call came to me 
and left me sleepless in the twilight.

Your mesmerizing memories did fly as a crow
going away from home, spreading pity
of pathetic loneliness in ghastly forests
that glow in pallid colors,and a vapor cloud
devoured the gray trunks,the desiccated stems,
the rotting roots, and the lifeless land.
The pale plains did drive them insane.
This lifeless land did harbour many
ghosts in its hollows, who haunted
many travelers. Nightmares did rule
the day.Who are you to be happy?
Only sadness is allowed to be happy,
not you. A reaper stalks this realm
in search of victims. Try not to
hide for he shall find you quicker
if you try, for he senses your desperation
dripping from your temple.


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WISH YOU THE BEST

here's a card
its hard
and say all
thur summer and fall
hope your life get set
god will do the rest
we
WISH YOU THE BEST


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The Scenic Route to Hell

I know I'm going to hell
for eating this forbidden fruit
but before I say my farewell
let me leave taking the scenic route

 

I want to see the ashy trees
and the hell birds flying by
the crimson lava filled seas
with the stench of death's tide

 

I got to death's black doors
as a man of Haiti let me in
the mighty Cerberus roared
while I was burned for every sin

 

And here I stand flaming hot
in a place with no love
my soul lay here to rot
with a demon named Beelzebub


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Freefalling

Three. Two. One. Screams of excitement, with a little bit of death in each roar. Disturbing the serenity of the big blue sky, piercing the atmosphere through a rebellious dive. I let gravity take control, putting my delicate life in her hands.


Swarm of suicidal thoughts each time he springs from the aircraft’s door. Floating in the air. Embracing the silence around him. Feeling his racing heart beats break through his rib-cage. The rush and thrill of dying always makes him contemplate the value of life. Up there, there is no worry. Up there, there is bliss.  A disapproving wife, not having locked eyes in years. Merciless children, all that remains are the photos on the living room desk. A receptionist job, growing insane from the accumulation of those counterfeited smiles. Up there, there is no worry. Up there, there is perfection. Approaching the ground, inner demons yell ‘do not pull that parachute cord!’ Rashly weighing the options in hand. What is the point in returning to a disgusting routine called life? The skin on his forehead quickly folds, his eyes are tightly shut. No reason for a man not to take his own life the way he pleases. A beeping noise from his wrist awakens him each time; at 2,500 feet the cord is cowardly pulled. With regret and pain, he reenters his home. Another promise broken, another promise made.


Freefalling into the sky, I finally understand. The ironic beauty of being, the verge of death.


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WE MISS YOU

 we need you by our side
you are our guild
world wide
we will  always love you too
i must say in wveryway
WE MISS YOU


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Big Little Girl

A little girl with fairy tale dreams; playmates only she can see
spending her time playing like she was big...eating honeysuckles and serving tea
her playmates loved to listen to her talk, she did it very well
she told them all her secrets....she knew they would never tell
a young lady now, her playmates were real
unsure of how she was supposed to feel
nothing ever went her way, she found a way to deal
heartaches and heartbreaks lead her into her grown up life
she attempts to 'for reals” be a mommy and wife
being a mommy is what she was supposed to be
but the little girl in her wanted to be free
she ran and hid, just like before
but her playmates didn't listen to her talk anymore
she talked to herself, but that was no fun
she didn't feel loved by anyone
the little girl didn't want to play for a long long time
her playmate she could not find
she stayed big all the time for a long while
she was mad a lot and she could not even smile
I think somebody said a prayer for that girl for sure
because God sent her a playmate who was big like her
her and her playmate play..... even though they are big
and that big girl smiles like the little girl did 


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WHAT A BIG SMILE CAN DO

it can open a door
and lots more
you can be tall
tho your small
can give love too
WHAT A BIG SMILE CAN DO


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Plaids

Plaids.docx Plaids Satan and Daniel one last word “Checked or checkered worsted or suited to be nude under your clothing is transparent apparently non existent to my naked eye think this will be easily my last try Daniel answer me what is the last word” ? “Remember it means your soul against your long and sinful life”. Daniel shuffled his feet there was only a long silent night. “Away over there in the manger”, the Devil began to sing. “Stop that” was from Daniel, “How do you expect me now to think” ? “eye need a drink a stiff one or both, ? eye need to THINK!!! The merciless Devil began to sing louder “Baby Jesus in the Carriage rhymes with perfect Marriage” yes you never married Daniel Webster but you played the bombast lots of times. Tell me now this one last test of time repeat after me “the last word is now just fill in the blank for your life ; at this the Devil Satan rocked back and forth in a Mimicry of him and then HE smiled. You always defeat me so quickly so smug in your Lawyers britches. While Christians die naked and stoned in the bull rushes of “GOD”. Daniel was smiling now. The Devil slapped his hand up over his mouth TOO LATE he realized just what he had done. Daniel seized the day. “GOD” is the last word howsoever you say it Jesus or Our Father the last word is “GOD”. Then the Devil rode a giant lightening rod back up to the Heavens and Daniel did his little Webster definition of a dance shuffle full of saving Grace. He shot his cuff out and buffed his sleeve and looked down at his Plaids.


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NEW DAY

you can gain
no pain
this is  not insane'
its just plain
the turth 
and better way to play
its a 
NEW DAY


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Cassandra

The fractured imprint of Cassandra remains; 
burns bright; pounds at the gates, silenced. She says,
	"Keep Quiet, your words have power. 
Say only, "Let me be an instrument of your will, Lord." 
Tongues and ties will bind- an act of balance with no end.
In turn, opening His love for you, pounding nails in a board.

 "Your reward is not in this life: your reward is this life.
 Your gift: to experience the glory of Creation with all your senses-
	to learn to love like agape- an eternal constant knife
        that cuts what separates and tears down all fences.

The agents of 'separation' are manifested thoughts
        and actions of humans who fall into despair.
 Despair leaves little room for love- so love transmutes 
	into compassion, flows towards you unnoticed through the air. 
She absorbs the slings and arrows of despair; 
a well that when drawn from, overflows and waters your roots.

The 'weak force' is more powerful than the 'strong.'
Through a matrix, "singlets" are born from pure energy-
        born of an imbalance between Creation and Annihilation; 
everything seen and unseen in nature has won the quantum battle 
to exist for a while, but not for long.
	
Yet, the 'weak force' is often defined in terms 
        of  destructive radioactive decay- that mirrors 
processes observable on Earth. May we redefine
ourselves and each other backwards, from death to birth?
	
When the Magi presented their gifts to the Christ-
most precious and beloved, worthy gifts to a prince or a pauper.
And when He was grown, He said, "All gifts are equally beloved 
        and all men are princes and paupers."
 
There is no direct correlation: 
      Between what we sow and what we reap-
is everything under the sun. That which unites and that 
which separates to rule are the transient game. 
"Be not proud, for all your gifts and faults are tools, to help
you quantify the gifted and the poor the same."

Rewritten on 11/28/13.


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SWEET CANDY

your neat
make my heart beat
your  the lords treatl
love what you do too
its so dandy
your my
SWEET CANDY


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A SMILE GOES FOR MILES

it has lot to say
everyday
a smile is the way
to bring love in
meet  friends
let people know as you go
your gods child
SMILE GOES FOR MILES


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Richard Prichard Sequel

Once was wretched
Was charged with stealing a pie
And the penalty under the law says that Richard must die
But the maid who made the allegation had told a lie
She couldn’t recognize the thief when he ran by
Richard Prichard was taken to Cornwall
Before the magistrate at Canterbury Street

The magistrate told Richard to stand up
And to be on his feet
He called Richard a thief and wretch in open court
He commanded the jailer to take him back to prison
On the spot
The magistrate took a bribe 
And let Anthony go
After he had sold a bag of sand for salt
But pretended he didn’t know
$50,000 he took 
Set a guilty man free without looking at his book

Richard Prichard was taken to a cell that night
And he started to pray
To our Lord Jesus Christ
In the morning and in the night
And indeed every single day
Miraculously there was a storm one night
That destroyed the electric cables
And set the prison alight
Richard Prichard escaped unhurt
And he was no where in sight
And ran away from the city 
Before he was caught
Under the haystack 
He lay
And began to pray
Before the children could come outside to play
And away to Coventry
Behold a place
Where the Lord showed him
His amazing grace
He settled as a farmer
And become to work
The more work he did
The less he talked
One day a gentleman
Asked him if he wanted to buy a land
Because he worked so hard  
And this showed on the palm of his hand
2 dollars he gave for it
And the remaining three dollars which he gave
Bit by bit
Unknown to this man
He had bought a golden land
Where gold and diamonds rocked his feet
Like giant balls of sand


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GOOD SIDE AND BAD SIDE OF ME

sometimes i mope
sometimes i poke
if i feel low
am not a joke
other time am glad
i do get mad
can make other sad
ture is am henvenly
there's
GOOD SIDE AND BAD
SIDE OF ME


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OLDER AND BOLD

i was young and dumb
i say this with a thump
i love rum
and a good fruit plump
no longer  am i a folder
an
OLDER AND BOLDER


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How to Order a Pizza In Dutchess County

First, be aware, all close by 6pm.
NYC, this aint.....
Second, call up.....
Specify delivery.....
Detail requests....
"How much are beers?
"$2.50 each..."
"Okay- I'll take 4 beers and a slice.
What's that come to?"
"$26.50"
"Huh?"
"$26.50"

"Hold on, 4 beers, each $2.50,
that's $10., right?"
"Yeah."
A slice is $16.50?"
"No, you have to add sales tax,
Oil surcharge, delivery fee, employee
dependent's education fund,
wear and tear on the tires,
and telephone imformation fee."
"sorry, you're right, that should be $29.50."
"huh?"
"Additional questions are $2.50 each...."

"Nevermind." click.

"Hello, Chinese Jade Restaurant..."
"Hi, any MSG?"
"No, we don't go to Madison Square Gardens"

From now on, english muffins and liverwurst!


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YOUNG FOLKS WAY

you've had your day
it there's time to play
together they stand
hand to  hand
rhey are a mixs band
or all corlor and race and face
LET THEM HAVE THERE SAY
get out the
YOUNG FOLF WAY


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life lessons of a car

Life lessons of a Car 
Im cruising down the road 
The cars at normal speed 
Everyones in their own lane 
Meeting their own needs 
I see the green trees 
starting to so beautifully grow 
In a twinkle of an eye 
Things start to  move real slow, 
Do I have a clue whats going on 
Have my rights outweighed my wrong 
Sometimes im stuck in traffic  
Its at a stand still , sometimes reality just gets more real 
Certain places youre not suppose to enter 
Because there could be danger 
Sometimes thats how our life treats us 
We do things out of anger 
Am I a stranger on the passenger side, if I was walking 
Would I be offered a ride 
Or would you turn your face 
And continue to hide 
Would you let me out 
On a lonely rode 
Would you pick me up 
If I was freezing cold 
I dont know but I do care 
If your tire went flat 
Id give you a spare 
Thats what my lifes all about 
Lighting the fire.thats in my heart Your car wont power on 
Ill give yours a start 
I know that start will get you very far 
These are the life lessons of a car! 
          By: Concetta S. Hardnett 


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Wayside Walk

Ocean gales and tidal shift
Pounding 
Basalt and sandstone mountains
Boulders 
Rocks tumble into pebbles
Mighty trees 
Uproot and splinter in Neptune's fury
Under my feet,  
Crumbled remains of life 
Ground to dust by the unrelenting ocean
Walking barefoot on tiny shards of glass


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WE'RE SISTER AND BROTHER

like it  or not
we're one knot
same head
our bloods all red
no matter what corlor
tell all others
WE'RE
SISTER AND BROTHER


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WALKING A THIN LINE

the more you know
makes it hard to do
some won't you dumd
those mean sungun
won't you on the run
don't like a smart mind
like to kept you blind
we
WALKING A THIN LINE


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PRETTY EYES

they  or  round
and very sound
the look get you hook
these or know lies
you have
PERTTY EYES


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SHARE YOUR BLESSING

if reyou have a gift
don't be a stiff
show care
be aware
don't just sit and stare
i did
am confessing
SHARE YOUR BLESSING


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1Hundred6

1Hundred6 
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Easter2 
 
 
Christ Crucified. 
 
The Cross 
 They took him from the crowd apart and nailed HIM both hands and feet unto the 
instrument of torture the cross of Golgotha complete the scriptures had prophecy 
concerning this event to complete the salvation of all of man. The LORD of all 
creation hung and suffered ridicule and thirst and hunger of a different sort for 
Heaven he was thirsty then. They cast lots upon his garment. 
The prayers were hardly out left far behind when eye began to reap the benefits 
of health improved my finances of wealth increase can be explained away by 
fools but ewe we knoe the truth for JESUS gives. My target Heaven my wealth 
health and all my food my found and scrounged and Easter egged 2 all come 
forth from HIM. A Poor and sinfilled man quite given to the drink may lie and steal 
and say he found it near his drink he “assumes someone has left it there” is 
what he barks at the beertender the drunk outside may soon die from his 
concussions the man left near the bathroom door he took a wooden batted 
thatch knocked upon the drunken noggin put the man all out took from him his 
wealthy purse to pay just for one more night out seeking oblivion again to drink 
perchance to dream the detectives came to task the man for overall complaints 
the thief he muttered “HOW? did you know that it was me ,yes? HOW?”  Detective 
Fabel was on the case he was pushing by the place the alleyway and heard the 
cricket paddle whack the commoner went down he is bound to get better now in 
the hospice we have found for him but you will only get worse in the old 
hoosegow. The old banded man in the alleyway digging in the trash can has 
more hope than you as they take the thief away the scrounger finds a basket full 
of boiled eggs left there an Easter 2 colored all purple and white inside the 
yellow yolk looking like a big surprise the color of a dandylion sunrise. 


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DON'T FORGET WHO YOU ARE

moving  up
foe better stuff
to this do this you must
tho times you get decuess
mabe you bought a new car
about to become star
just
DON'T FOR GET WHO YOU
ARE


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Strange philosophy

i've always been so afraid of flying,
is it my fear of heights,is it my fear of falling?
it's a strange philosophy,
a troubled heart,a shooting star,life's a remedy
for who we are.
oftentimes my hope is fleeting,
so engrossed in so believing,
in who i am ,the calling,
it's a strange philosophy,
that up is down and down is up,
no doubt my truth is your lie,
but this is music,hear the heart.
it's a strange philosophy,
i live in you,you live in me,
you're trying hard to make it,
work it!
you lose your soul and hope it's worth it?
we trusted in whoever we believed,
Jesus died for my own fault,
i heard that all things pass away,
but love like this never fades away.
one last thing,
it is what it is,
a seriously strange philosophy,
all that and so much more.


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Today

You brighten my day
Watching the clouds go away
I feel the spark
Lighting my heart
Looking at the sun light
So very very bright
You take away the strife
By giving me new life
Entering my soul
Once again I feel whole
Wanting to survive
I feel so alive
Feeling so free
That feeling belongs to me
And I will be
Just wait and see
Like a little boy
I see the joy
And feel the breeze
As it whispers through the trees
Singing a song
For now I belong

, This is how life should be, A new adventure every day


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Take Me

I'll be you're victim take me and not her I'll do anything you 
wan't me to I won't say a word you're secret is kept inside a 
box I call home I don't know what you look like even though 
I seen you're face pently times around here I anit gonna 
show them how you are even though I know how you are 
things had change about you I see what made you act this 
way??? you're eyes are even clearly blood shoot red and 
you're face is meaner then ever something made you change 
and I wish I can turn you back to the man I knew years back 
theres some good still in you don't let get fade away give 
that nice person you have hinted inside I won't tell a soul 
how soft you truly are


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WINTER BIKER

went is cold
they get more bold
in there suite tights
the bike at night
there plan stand
thyer up hill hiker
tthoses
WINTER BIKERS


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Milroy Farm

Milroy Farm
11-30-08
By
William L. Moore
For
William McCracken Milroy

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

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

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

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

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

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


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BECAUSE OF YOU

your ups
your or the sweet cup
my downs
you stay around
will never forget you
and all you do
i'am here
BECAUSE OF YOU


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EVERYDAY

your on my mind
all the time
you are my sunshine
i think you  in this way
EVERYDAY


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Sunshine By WLM November 25, 2008

Sunshine
11-25-08
William L. Moore

Outside the sun is grand
In which I love to stand
Soaking up all the rays
Hope it stays this way for days

The breeze is cool
Like a shining Jewel 
The noise is so quiet
You wish you could buy it 

How heavenly I feel
It tis the real deal
The beauty abounds
As I walk around

The planes fly high
In the deep blue sky
Marking their time
Just follow the line

The tall trees that show
Will continue to grow
And are the trees we love to see
Glory Be!  We will jump up with Glee!


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BABY TEARS

you can tell
if theyer not well
they cry like hell
but some have drops
they will not stop
it appear 
they are
BABY TEARS


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TEARS OF FEARS

he more i thought 
how you were bought
our love was real
it was the ture deal
tho of losing you
too made my eyes rumber
they were and these years
TEARS OF FEARS


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LOVER HOLIDAY

 only thing i can say
this is our day
to jump bump and hump
get it wheeling
the feeling
we just play
its our
LOVER HOLIDAY


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dreams

dreams

dreams sometimes they escape you
others they haunt you at night
the path you take
is not by chance
it was planned before
you were ever born
what lies ahead is 
somewhat of a mystery
you may walk down
a path with colored hues
or you may just sit
and watch as life unfolds
waiting for your dreams to come true   
		


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LAST FLIGHT

the moon bright
i feel right
your on my mind
all the time
they say loves blind
well you in my sight
tonight/ to see you too
am taken
THE LAST FLIGHT


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WE BELONG TOGETHER

we're doing the lords will
our lives or fullfill
we ve have the love pill
love don't get no better
WE BELONG TOGETHER


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Alabama Snow

The long never ending landscape of southern Alabama never runs cold. Today it decided to. The wind was at 
ease and all the snow flakes were about. The cold ground shuddered beneath me but I could tell it was a good 
kind of shiver. The snow fell down in a hurry yet it still took it's time swaying in the wind. All the snowflakes 
danceing around soon started a low tune far off on the wind. The band played a song that the world has been 
playing for centerys. One of love and peace. One that has no bounds or experation date. The song was cold 
enough to freeze the earth but here I stood warm as I basked in my happieness. The world seemed still as the 
orchestra played it's beautiful tune. The wind swirling and twirling as if it were a finely tuned violin. I couldn't 
bare to close my eyes for it was just to beautiful to look away from. As the wind picked up in it's gusts the 
snow felt ever so heavier and the skys begain to melt the love within the snow as all the snowflakes fell down 
as rain. "What a beautiful conversion" crossed my thaughts. The snowed over feild grew dreadfully quiet as the 
beautiful tune escaped into the wind. This was when I sudenly realized I was soaked and freezing. Almost killed 
me but I steped inside away from the Alabama snow. But I knew she'd come back for me.


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COLD DAY

get dress
be set
its not rain wet
as you go your way
to play
its a
COLD DAY


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LETS GET AWAY

we need to take atrip
where they pop whip
and have a  dip
all work and no play
hey
LETS GET AWAY


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Sunshine By WLM November 25, 2008

Outside the sun is grand
In which I love to stand
Soaking up all the rays
Hope it stays this way for days

The breeze is cool
Like a shining Jewel 
The noise is so quiet
You wish you could buy it 

How heavenly I feel
It tis the real deal
The beauty abounds
As I walk around

The planes fly high
In the deep blue sky
Marking their time
Just follow the line

The tall trees that show
Will continue to grow
And are the trees we love to see
Glory Be!  We will jump up with Glee!


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Job Well Done

Job Well Done
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 27, 2011

Got my job done
Now sitting in the sun
Tried a computer to pawn
Treated me as the devil’s spawn
Met a man
It was so grand
I looked and I spied
Ronnie gave me a ride


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THE SEASONS

its winter summer and fall
you can't please all
when it s hot
i sweat a lot
when its fall i love foot ball
now its cold
ready for the super bowl
now it the reason 
for  THE
SEASONS


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TAKEN A BATH

 as i lay i must say
my mind driffted away
thinking of you
and all you do
as the water splash
my mind lash in  bash
it was a task
while i was 
TAKEN A BATH


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MAKE PEACE

over look you can book
thats what it took
for us to be free
you see the key
you will not be defeat
MAKE PEACE


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HAMBURGER AND FRIES

its cheap
real meat
get underneat
it lunch
you juct munch
as you walk and talk
don't have to money
well honey
buy
HAMBURGER AND FRIES


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YOUR SPECAIL TO ME

you most then that
your my bat
for me you fight
and just right
you ar my life
you alway have the key
YOUR SPECAIL TO ME


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KIDS AND FUN GAMES

they love the ropes
jump like a doke
they love the swing
its there thing
love park to play
some do it everyday
to them its happy fame
KIDS AND 
FUN GAMES


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Mixmatch

smooth mellow always sallow 
never foolish but continue to repeating
this EVOL  stay falling for my
devotion and lies 
forever trying to spell together 
fighting to stay alive.....


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LOVE ON LINE

we never met
but the love set
it was a ture sign
that was very kind
it was
LOVE ON LINE


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Lost Love Found by WLM on March 29, 2011

I need not scream
For the return of my dream
I feel so much better
For from her I received a letter
Her feelings were not of being mad
But of making me feel glad
She still wants me
And that is the way it should be
There was never a great cost
Nor even a feeling of being lost
When I heard from my love
All was still sent from heaven above
She finally did show
And my face had such a great glow
For me she does still need
So for now I will not concede
She still loves me so
In my heart I will always know
To me she will still marry
Now my head is not in a flurry
And a family we will still start
In mine heart I will sing like a lark
As God meant us to see
Together we will always be
In the simple breeze
I will hold her in my arms to squeeze
Now that I have my dear
I will lose all my fear
I have my best friend back
Oh God thank you for that
For with her I have no doubt
Thank you God I will never be without
She has made me so happy I still cry
For in my heart I do not want to die
All the feelings of dread
Have been put out of my head
To her I have so much to give
And for all of that we will always live
We must always treat each so well
My heart can only swell
I feel so young again
And that is where she will begin


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WINTER SEASON

you can tell
by the smell
chechnut
cold weather stuff
and the cloth line
the its
WINTER TIME
FOR THE REASON
its the 
WINTER SEASON


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KID AGAIN

i feel like am small
tho am tall
strong as a wall
i won't so much
i need to be in touch
to get in
i feel like a
KID AGAIN


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AM FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN

you ring  my bell
how i can tell
its a deep feeling
its got me reeling
so why pretend
i know this the way it go
AM FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN


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TRAVEL MEAL BAG

going on a trip
get your stack dips
chips
jam spam
this fod don't spoil
pack in oil
just a bag that sag
for your
TRAVEL MEAL BAG


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Big Foot

The great Oregon forest is Big Foot territory, the Sashquash. His image may be seen 
or imagined through the tall timbers. My friend and I strayed from the foot path at 
midday while exploring. We were joking with each other about being attacked by Big 
Foot. The verdant forest was cool with the smell of pine, quite divine. The meditative 
influence of the forest soon relaxed us into silence. Trees seemed to communicate 
their thoughts as we mentally conversed. Suddenly we heard a guttural sound before 
we saw him through the pines. A hairy body, maybe seven to eight feet tall, stopped 
his search for food. He looked up as he heard us gasp and we began to run for our 
lives. He began to chase after us as our feet flew and fear gripped our hearts. 
Looking behind us while still running, there was no longer any sign of him. We ran for 
half a mile until we felt safe enough to slow our pace. Hugging each other in great 
relief of our escape, we were still trembling. All that was left was to tell our 
incredible story that no one believed.


for Act 1, Scene 1 contest by
A Rambling Poet

A true account


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The Woods

The Woods
11-29-08
By
William L. Moore
For
William McCracken Milroy

In the woods the trees so tall
Mourning birds begin to call
Waiting for the break of day
Scattering seed where it may lay

From the little wooden basket
Which resembles a tiny casket
As far as it may be seen
The willowy grass so green

The leafy branches may break or bend
But in the time it takes to mend
Grow roots so straight and  true
Forever catching all the dew

So straight, so true, so strong
At which they do belong
Keeps us all on our toes
So we should always know

The trees so full of Dove
Cooing of their love
Always will return to dust
This great earth belongs to us

After the end
We will begin again

Uncle Bill
This was written
When I thought
Of the Farm west of 
Okmulgee, Oklahoma


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POOR BOY DID GOOD

i must say
i came a long way
i can help other today
is well understood
am a
POOR BOY DID GOOD


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DON'T LATE

i'll be on time
kept this in mine
leave trouble behind
don't make me waited
we made a date
so
DON'T BE LATE


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LOVE FIRE

its not sex you can bet
but its a feeling
thats got me reeling
cause your my desire
its 
LOVE FIRE


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TAKE GOD WITH YOU

where ever you go
alway know
he loves you so
let his wind blow
with you too
TAKE GOD WITH YOU


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MOTHER OR THE WALL

theyer strong
they carry on
with you with your bone
they make your tone
over all
MOTHER OR THE WALL


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GUY ON THE BLOCK

its do or die
am that guy
and thats no lie
i do a lot
sell bells and do well
hell am
the
GUY ON THE BLOCK


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RAIN OR SHINE

no matter if it hail
you get your  mail
that you can bet
we'll do the rest
kept this in mind
RAIN OR SHINE


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Cairo

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

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

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


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SEX ON THE RUN

it was in my mind
need it this time
i  could sit
so i got it quick
i was a hot sun gun
it was
SEX ON THE RUN




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AM NOT THAT FOOL

 this is not the tree
my mind is free
mabe you think its cool
to go around and ueses
well 
AM NOT THAT FOOL


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BE TURE TO YOU

if noone els 
do it for your self
so much you won't do
you will get thur
just
BE TURE TO YOU


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Beauty Surrounds

Beauty Surrounds
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 27, 2011


See the wonders of the world
As they pass to us unfurled
Such an amazing light
Sun shining so bright
Flying on the wing
Hear the birds sing
The grass so green
Such a sight has you ever seen
The lilies in bloom
Orange hue in their flume
I see stars in my head
Of the roses so deeply red
The crate myrtles so pink 
They cause me to blink
Birds sitting in the trees
Catching the cool summer breeze
Dogs continually play
Let them stay and have their way
The fluffy clouds so high
Up, up high in the sky
The trees they sway
In the wind they play
The magnolia blooms
The beautiful pearly white flumes
The scent so pungent
So sweet to the smell
The bees they separate
Jump from flower to flower to pollinate
God’s wonderful earth
Created for our birth
We shall begin again
From now until the end



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Dream Come True

Dream Come True
WLM
January 12, 2011


I will not be blue
For my dream has come true
She has come to me
We will just let it be
I have waited so long
And my love has grown so strong
To have and to hold
For to always be bold
To let her know
How my love will show
To make it right
And look into the bright light
I want her to stay
For she will have it her way
She is so smart
I will sing like a lark
For she is mine 
In this day and this time
Our love will grow
To others it will show
Her and I surely long
For together we belong
And to her I yearn
Not a hint of concern
We will always be
As one entity




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THE BOSS

what i say goes
everyone knows
thats thats way its at
so don't get loss
AM
THE BOSS


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TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

we can do this
let not miss
do calls plans
pull hands
make a stand
make this a better land
for all wall to wall
boys a girls
FOREVER
TOGETHER WE CAN THE WORLD


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ROAD TO A GOAL

it gets tough
sometimes rough
yo can;t get decuess
its a must
mabe bit the dust
and have to reload
thats the
A ROAD TO SUCESS


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Scam

Scam
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 31, 2011

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


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FRIENDS GET TOGETHER

we're of  many faith
we' don't debate
or complate
went its that time
we don't drow the line
no matter what the weather
its 
FRIENDS GET TOGETHER


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TRUST IN JESUS

you have trouble
sister brother
get to him
he is all of them
he made us from dust
TRUST IN JESUS


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Angel's description

I once caught a clear glimpse of her, when she smiled to me, in the train station, not
knowing what to think, speaking to the cellphone and looking at me at the same time,
trying to stay calm, yet couldn't. How regal she looked with the smile on her face... 

My next glimpse of her was in bed, at night, when she could not endure the thought of
being held by her hands as she was, yet, with a once dominant instinct, loving the way she
was seduced. It struck me how dreadfully vulnerable she seemed, being a girl and yet in
some obscure way a mature woman. 

But the angel was released and forgiven and returning to her Eden she was no more able to
withstand eternity without the one she loved. So she rose from her wooden chair and
enchanted the mortal, seeking him, loving him, bringing him to her. 

He arrived at Heaven's doors and gracefully entered the gate. 
Only a few paces from the beauty he draw her closer, teasing her, kissing her ... making
her feel so excited and tantalized.


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SEX ON A COLD DAY

we of diffrence race
sitting by the fire place
it was that time
we drink some wine
out side the wind blowed
it was cold
am told
so we stay home to play
it was
SEX ON A COLD DAY


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CLEAN UP THE MESS

so there's no tickets
so fits it
as you take out the pet
don't you forget
just like your desk
CLEAN UP THE MESS


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Hazel Eyes

Hazel Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
September 15, 2011

Such beautiful eyes
So full of mysterious disguise
They have the sheen 
Of a light light green
And yellow as the autumn sky
As you gaze you wonder why
As I wait to meet
Surely my heart will greet
Of the feelings we share
Surely, Do we DARE
As we run through life amongst and with it
Through our devoted commitment
Follow the long forgotten past
In our hearts we know it will last
Our love is so fine
In our eyes you see it as we dine
To feel the warmth of her skin
The feelings I know she will let me in
From this day forward I know she is mine
Our love will last till the ends of all time
The feelings in my heart are a must
Truly, truly they are JUST!

Dedicated to a lady I know
Jacki Wahner McDowell
With Beautiful Hazel
EYES


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DON'T CHANGE

your my star
the way you are
here or far
or sitting in a bar
your still my everthing
DON'T CHANGE


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BE A TEAM

together we can stand
its part of a plan
hold hands
 to make the world better
work together
its part of kings dream
BE A TEAM


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TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVE

its a feeling
will have you reeling
you'll be looking
your minds cooking
its comes from above
and its like heaven
TO LOVE
AND TO BE LOVE


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My End

There was a day where i met my end
A cold truth i can't pretend.
Since then my world is dark, not bright
And everyday is one long night.
I can't see the day when I'll be right.
Until I make up for that day.

So early one day I left from this
To where I could rebuild me.
To the place where to go I swore I'd never
To the mountain cave where he rests so evil so clever
Holding my soul in the room that he sever.
Where I met my end.

I was going to take my life back from his hands
And change myself, expecting no demands
For soon I would be leaving this horrible land
From that place where I met my end.

**an Imitation poem of where the sidewalk ends**


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TAXES TIME

have no regects
you can bet
its time do it on line
have to be done
 mabe you won
 lump some
so be blind
its
TAXES TIME


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WE DESERVE IT ALL

after so much
things we couldn't touch
and so much we couldn't get
tho they excist
appress hand cuff againts a wall
but didn't fall
WE
DESERVE IT ALL


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A LIE

i can tell
you ring my bell
i don't feel well
i trusted you too
feel like i won't die
you told me
A LIE


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STAND UP FIGHT

when life get tough
can be rough
don't run don't hide
tho the worlds wide
tho you feel up tight
STAND UP FIGHT


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ODYSSEY

ODYSSEY

Sometimes feel I’m in  a boat with a rudder and  engine,
But no home port or destination, always journeying,
Frequently plumbing to check depth under my keel,
Always keeping an eye on the weather for storms
Which might blow me  onto a new course without warning;
With occasional dockside pauses for refueling  or repairing
Because the decks are not as watertight as they once were
And the engine needs attention more often.
The boat is no beauty, but it’s stable and seaworthy  -
Probably good for another trip or three :
And it’s roomy enough for one extra passenger,
Always space inside for one more. . . . for you.


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BACK TO SCHOOL

its that time  
kept this in mind
leave party behine
now make your mind shine
for this world
you need the tools
GET BACK
TOO SCHOOL


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CITY BRIGHT LIGHTS

its is to protex
we will get
 a street set
the lights up the night
its willbwe out sight
these 
CITY BRIGHT LIGHTS


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GETTO MONEY MAKER

some or loner
stand on street corner
some out at night
in the night life
some tell jokes
 and poke
hand out for change
some or  taker
ITS 
GETTO MONEY MAKER


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BABY I LOVE YOUR HAIR

it turns me on
as you walk along
it had style
 as you walk that miles
am aware
its hair care
alway ways won't you near
BABY I LOVE YOUR HAIR


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BACKDOOR SEX

i can do it in a trance
do while i dance
hip to hip
lip to lip
can twist   and dip
its easy to get
that you can bet
it makes me sweat
BACKDOOR SEX


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TIMEING

its light its the night
its hot its part of a box
it all how it fall
when to do too
its part of designing
its call
TIMEING


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STAND UP FOR JESUS

he  was here 
and there
and sprit everywhere
for us he heal
its word was seal
love from the dust
for all of us
STAND UP FOR JESUS


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ANUTHER DAY

this is the good thing
what god loves bring
there' is a change
we have gain
from raceist pain
from that old way
this is
ANUTHER DAY


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love ewe and blue

love ewe and blue 

aer rhyming words true
there is always inflection and poor attitude
limits of knowledge above snobbish refrains
trains run on time only in the movies
movies run on time only in a small town
there is very few movies shown on trains
blue can be an attitude blue can be a heart
love you can be used to start a heart apart from you
as you watch the blue southern train depart
from the blue stunted depot with the board walk floor
the little blue conductor yelling all aboard her
as the train takes the love and makes your attitude blue
soup mix tastes so wordy so blue so true and good
with a doubly heaping helping of a love ewe attitude


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CHANGE YOUR BEAT

things don't go well
fine a news sell
that ring your bell
don't die in hell
better life seek
don't be weak
CHANGE YOUR BEAT


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STRIAGHT AHEAD

your on the right track
put going back
on the rack
sack that
you did this  no where its at
now that your our bed
GO
STRAIGHT AHEAD


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GIVE A POOR CHILD CHANCE

mabe poor
going door to door
trying to get food
wasn't cool
they won't a better dance
help them prance
GIVE A POOR CHILD 
A CHANCE

i


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NO MEASURE TO SOUL TREASURES

this a sight that right
has the pass
and gas 
of music that last
get on this task
and check it out no doudt
there's
NO MEASURES
TO SOUL TREASURES


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LITTLE GIRLS LITTLE BOYS

its near that time of year
when from heavenly
that bright tree
with gifts not for stiff
for all  santa call on his wall
the toys
for good 
LIITLE GIRLS AND BOYS


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I KNOW YOU DO YOU KNOW ME

 i found out
no doudt
who you are
so far
 i was right your bright
only one thing
to bring
its from above love
the key is you to see
me too
I KNOW YOU DO
YOU KNOW ME


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TIP FROM OLD FOOL

i been there dot that
heres where it at
be smart as a bat
choose your friends
alway win
in your head be cool
TIP FROM A OLD FOOL


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End

End
WLM
Wildncrazy555
April 24, 2011

End of the line
For it is directly time
That we will be
Just you and me
The way God has sent
You know we were meant
That we should always live
And always give
The way we see
And it will be
Together forever
Through all we will endeavor
Our hearts are one
And will not be undone
Will not separate
In this time not ever irate
But hand In hand
Listen to the band
I always long 
That they play our song
Across the threshold I will carry
Directly after I marry
And make you my wife
For the rest of my life
The beginning of the line
Forever through all of time


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GOLD RING IN MY NOSES

this is my  start
to my heart
this was a gift
they wasn't  a stiff
the spot was a kiss
will forever excisti
it willnot fold
this a love thing
this
GOLD RING IN MY NOSES


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YANG YIN

ANTONYMS AND SYNONYMS
MASCULINE AND FEMININE
POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE
ACTIVE BUT NOT ACTIVE
EARTH WAS CREATED
UNIVERSE EXISTED
WANTING TO KNOW
THE REVOLVING
THE ROTATING
OF THE EARTH
THE EIGHT PLUS ONE PLANETS
BEFORE AND AFTER HIM
THE BRIGHTNESS OF TODAY
THE ILLUSION OF TOMORROW
SOMETIMES OCCURRED
AT THE SAME TIME
CALLING BRAINS
WHO WOULD BE ASKED FROM?
A MOMENT MADE UP
FRM THE CAMELEONS
DIFFERENT COLOURS
IN EACH SCONDS
TOWARDS ANY ENVIRONS
VARYING HITHER-THITHER
WANTING TO KNOW
GUESSING TO CONFIRM
DECIDING TO UNDERSTAND
THROUGH THE MEASURE OF REASONS
WITHIN THE MOMENTUM OF SEASON
WHILE WAITING TO CONCLUDE
THEY TEND TO INCLUDE
WHO, READY TO ABUSE
FROM THIS SO ADDRESSED
SWINGING PENDULUM OF LIFE
THAT REVEAL SIGN OF BLACK AND WHITE
THE BOB SWINGS SINCE CENTURIES
IT KINETIC TO AND FRO
HUMAN BEIGN DIFFERENT EXISTENCE

ANIMALS; DOMESTIC,WILD
MALE AND FEMALE CHARACTER...


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AM NOT A GAME

am know play thing
am what love bring
am not insane
am just me plain
help is my name
AM NOT  A GAME


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My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


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That is Life-Such is Life

A jungle of mysteries, ruled by uncertainties nurtured by intrigues and cycles but invaded by misnorma to fairness is a system, sustaining all animate interactions. This is Life! No rule, no formula, just connections with only one goal: Survival. The summation of one and one differs in various situations. An Engine powered largely by fate, averagely by efforts and relatively by luck is its inevitable offer which cannot be rejected. That is Life! Attracted to a beautiful flower like a bee then abandons it to make its comb on a tree. A being can be in command to all achievable accolades but is still never at the top, like an employee. Such is Life Making an attempt with fire can result to so much glee but absorbing its mere flames alone can make you pay a huge fee. A hopeful, innocent and cute new bride now becomes wiser, stronger but a divorcee. Such is Life! It can be the hotness of coffee with sweet smelling expectations but swift bitter results. Surprise! Its wholesaler, glancing afar to see but what is really wanted is just below the knee. such is Life! It is a supermarket; absolutely free, naked one goes in no matter the shopping spree nor the testing of best Diamonds naked shall one come out that is the only guarantee regardless of whether you agree! This.....................is life!


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DO THIS COME TOGETHER

stop  let love be block
now its tmie to shop
for new friend let this in
not about race or face
its change thing for the better
we must all do this
COME TOGETHER


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IN THE MOVIE HOUSE ROMANCE

as we set it was you bet
lay back seat
we held like a feat
sug and rug
each other theater was dark
so we got a good start
it was our chance
IN THE MOVIE HOUSE
ROMANCE


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KIDS TODAY

some just stare
not aware
of the games
its ashame
so many just plain
need  a guild not strret wise
have some say
help and show a
KIDS TODAY


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DEVIL CAN'T WIN'

no matter  if he try
he will be denie
cause he is a lie
some day will die
he won't controll
and very bold
to mkae sin
DEVIL CAN'T WIN


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HIGH ROLLER

they love money
its there honey
they like the race track
thats a fact
and a money stack
the win with a grim
and a money folder
those
HIGH ROLLER


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Her Eyes So Blue

I look into her eyes
Which seem full of surprise?
The sparkle and the shine
That makes me sublime
To me it is love at first sight
Like looking into the brightest light
My heart is a glow
On my face it must show
Of the love that I have had
In my heart I want her so bad
I know it will be
Always just her and me
Together we will live
We will always learn to give
And people will know
For on our faces the love will show
My love will surely stay
Praise God I will never let get away
So she will not scurry
I must catch her in a hurry
Forever she will be mine
For now and the rest of all time
We will be so content
As God has meant


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Honeymoon of Jesus ad Mary Magdalene

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9/10/12
I told   a poetry  crowd
 Imagine yourself in year 25 a.d.
HONEYMOON OF JESUS & MARY MAGDALENE
 (Cana wedding scene)

What if mom God via his
folks Mary and Joseph at Cana
gave Jesus a bride for to learn
how to transform his life,
to live and die without fear.

I, the poet see in Mary  Mag’s
loving eyes as she stood at cross,
all their 25 years of love taught her. 
(engaged at age of 15 as good Jews do)
(they met at 5 of age)

So Persius a Roman  neighbor  
soldier who taught Jesus the teen 
horseshoe tossing loaned his chariot for 
the honeymoon to drive to plays in 
Roman & Greek cities and spend a week 
at Peter’s Capharnum family home in 
Galilee with  a swim beach.

John, Jesus’ bro wrote poems for  the 
couple, bro James putting old fish nets 
for chariot to drag.  Jesus packed his 
flyrod and Mary Mag’s  bait rod. On trip 
friends helped repair a broken chariot wheel.

The honeymooners partied with friends 
in every town they went, Romans, 
Greeks, Jews, all sang danced and drank 
and ate with them, Jesus did make friends 
who later became 72 disciples or the 12.  >


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STOP SMOKING

see the sign
its the time
to your self
if know one els
be kind
AND AM NOT JOKING
STOP  SMOKING


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BABY AM LONELY FOR YOU

baby i need you
your touch too
i need attention
this i won't mention
so much you do 
BABY AM LONELY FOR YOU


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FEED THE BABY

this is  adeed
and a need
its your seeds
the ones you breed
fine away
hear what isay
mabe jod  is odd
only can afforded lard
thats a start
this is not mabe
you got too
FEED THE BABYS


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GROWIMG UP TO FAST

 know you won't more
trying to get thur that door
just take it slow
as you go
or you may run out of gas
your
GROWING UP TO FAST


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TRUCK STOP

there gold
to drop off a load
they go city and town
no one around
need to eat and sleep
so they hop  on a cot
at nearest
TRUCK STOP


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LOVE AND SEX

loves from above
sex when you get
you can bet
there's a difference beweet
as bad it my seen
both make passion eyes wet
LOVE AND SEX


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RAINBOW LOVER

we're of difference race
some or black and white face
we all have the same taste
this world wide
side by side we'll like no others
we're call
RAINBOW LOVER


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MEANING OF FREEDOM

its being you
do as you won't too
walk and talk
its time go by
its express your self
like no one els
its love them
as you seedom
that's the 
MEANING OF FREEDOM


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PICK UP YOUR PHONE

you told me to call
phones on the wall
if your home
here or rome
PICK UP THE PHONE


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DON'T HURT TO PRAY

stay out the devils hands
make a stand
good is around
stay out the devil play ground
in everyway
have faith   day by day
DON'T HURT
TO PRAY


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BE HOME SOON

i know where i belong
hard to carry own
without you
am so blue
sorry all i done wrong
mabe before noon
i promise 
i'll
BE HOME SOON


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Light

Light
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 27, 2011

You are as the light which shines from heaven above
As you were sent to me for nothing but love
Our lives will be so grand
And for this we will make our stand
Love and life will abound
As it circles and circles around
The joy and contentment
Will be as we went with it
Our children will be fine
And pass through the ages of time
And grow beyond belief
Sending joy to our hearts full of relief
Life will be full of joy and hope
Upon these beliefs we will cope
Through the ups and the down
Which will always surround
And as the mourning jewel
We will never be a fool
For life will end 
But begin again



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BE A GOOD SISTER OR BROTHER

not about corlor
help other
pull one anuther
you see
you can
BE A GOOD
SISTER OR BROTHER


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DON'T BOXES WITH GOD

no matter how quick
how slick
you are
here or far
you can't win
tho you fight hard
YOU JUST
DON'T BOXES WITH GOD


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MARRIGE IS TEAM WORK

its working thing out
thats no doudt
and to be alert
its not for a jerk
MARRAIGE IS
TEAM WORK


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HOLIDAY BLOW OUT SALE

its that time again
sale begain
get  in
blend
be apart of the wails
for the 
HOLIDAY BLOWOUT SALE


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PEN

it it tear apart
put bcak on the chart
and mend
uese a
PEN


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Forgotten Love Found

Forgotten Love Found
Wildncrazy555
WLM
March 31, 2011

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


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Rain begins again

Rain Begins Again
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

Dizzy Lizzy sitting in the rain
Waiting for it to sustain
Hear the thunder rolling
The giant in the sky is bowling
The rain is so cool
As the mourning jewel
The birds in the trees
Feeling the cool breeze
The rain gives new birth from the heart
It quenches the earth from its start
The rain feels so fine
It makes my head feel so sublime
The earth needs the rain
So all life can sustain
The feelings that we share
Surely, do we dare?
Revel in the glory
Of the never-ending story
With the land and it’s age
From this to another stage
The flowers so much in bloom
With such a beautiful flume
Surrounding our earth
From the beginning of it’s birth
Will be the rest for me
For all time and my destiny


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Drugs

DRUGS
11-27-09
By
William L. Moore

They been coming around
I just blew into town
Look, See the junkies
Acting like Monkey’s

Passing out the Drugs
Acting like Thugs
Watching all the others cower
Enjoy the sense and feeling of Power

Beating the people down
Deep, Down in to the ground
Giving up a ring
Just to feel the awful Sting

As the flow goes up my nose
From sucking on the hose
We hope the bread’s that leaven
Will surely send us to Heaven

Forever, Endless flight
In search of the Pearly light


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DON'T BE LATE

in you I have faith
for heavensake
don't make me waited
we have a date
DON'T BE LATE


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Too Much Love

Too Much Love
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 29, 2011

Too much love
Sent to me from heaven above
Why would they want me
Shall it ever be
I have finally found her
She will soon be here
Her name is Cindy
My heart goes windy
We were meant for fate
But was never out of hate
I may repeat
But never from defeat
We will always be
Just her and me
She has made me be
So totally free
People will see us
Amazement in their eyes
Of the love that we share
Yes, We shall dare
We shall begin
From now until the end


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WATCH THE LIGHTS

 THO YOU WALK 
AND TALK
and feel free
well you see
don't cross the street
againts the  car who beep
DON'T HINK TWICE
WATCH THE LIGHTS



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BLESSING TO KNOW YOU

you have style
that travel for miles
i love your smile
its on my files
my number you can dail
cause your gods child
you lovely too
its a 
BLESSING TO KNOW YOU


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AM THIS AND TAHT

i do many  things
that life brings
am not insane
i just know my game
 i where maany hats
doTHIS AND THAT


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Green Eyes

Green Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
August 14, 2011

I met a new friend
She will be there till the end
With eyes so green
With the most beautiful sheen
She is so fine
As the sweet tasting young wine
Though we have never met
That is no sweat
For one day 
It will never get in the way
One day we will
As my name is sweet Bill
Kathy is her name
She is one in a million and the same
Just one day it will be
Just hold your breath and see

I met Kathy Stafford playing on pureplaypoker.com and we hit it off immediately
Her eyes are the most beautiful green as my eyes are too
We will always be friends and meet one day
William Lewis Moore
But my eyes change from Green to Blue to Gray
But that is another poem I have


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THE BLUES IS ABOUT LIFE

you can't get away
its everyday
we live what blues say
it makes you too
sad bad and won't fight
THE
BLUES IS ABOUT LIFE


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SLAVER WASN'T GAME

some don't know
slaver wasn't show
in the rain
whip in pain
some time in chain
it wasn't fame
SLAVER WASN'T GAME


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Greater 'Minds' Than Mine

 
  Greater 'Minds' Than Mine; 
Have left the 'Earth' and walked away.
Einstein as a troubled child, 
lobotomized, 
mixed socks and locked away.
Hubble and his visions eye'd, 
are seen across the sky.
D.N.A...must free more how...
When freedom lies barred now.
Worlds within a world within a world, 
his world one waits.
Within our dreams.
We do not wast our time on germs, 
untill they show us how. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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CHRISTMAS TRAVEL HIWAY LOVER

 we were on the road
to our holiday goal
our mind became mole
need love sole
let tell you brother
from noon to dust
we wereI
CHRISTMAS  TRAVEL 
HIWAY LOVER


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The Earth

The Earth
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 26, 2011

Sitting in the breeze
Wind whispering through the trees
Sun shining bright in the sky
Accept it, do not wonder why
The world is a wonderous place
And covers an awesome space
Accept it as it is
As surely it will be, it tis
For all life abounds
It is always with us around
Accept it
Do not reject it
For from his birth
Our God created this earth


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WHY

its very strong
the word belong
why i cry
why did you lie
why i try
loving you idon't denie
thats
WHY


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Amanda

Amanda
December 12, 2011
WLM
Wildncrazy555

Amanda my Dream, 
Just let out a scream, 
I know it will be, 
For YOU shall be with me, 
For the rest of my life, 
Without all the strife, 
We will always give,
Through our lives we will live, 
So happy and content, 
As it should be meant, 
And live and learn, 
In my arms I truly yearn, 
To have and to hold, 
For this I will be bold.


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Blood, again

blood again 
-
The two hovering faces are white and brown.
They seem to look nice, saying, “we’re in your side.”
She aches; both her sides ache; bruises, clotted blood; 
She sees them, two men with the force; denies to complain.
The trust has been lying killed, somewhere in her den.

Discharge means returning home, to the fear’s room, 
where he may return for tearing her more.
But she won’t dial for force, at least not before 
she has put six inanimate hates into him;
not before she has seen blood once again, not hers. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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BLACK WOMEN IS STRONG

she has  carry on
she was born
in a world thats tore
she deserve repect
she is the best yet
time she walk alone
the
BLACK WOMAN IS STRONG


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NO STOPPING US NOW

we been up  stuff
times ruff
hand cuff
beating
not defeating
now we're back on track
new road to our gols
we have found
there's
NO STOPPING US NOW


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WHEN HE FIGHTS FOR YOU

he is the light
day and night
if your in trouble
turn to know other
he can with praying hands
stop thoses who ia againts you too
WHEN HE FIGHTS FOR YOU


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NO ONE BETTER THAN YOU

don't think
your a brink
your not
your hot
better than a lot
so much you can  do
NO ONE S BETTER TAHN YOU


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IF GIVING A CHANCE

if there's a door
i could do moore
just let me in
you'll see my grim
a chance is a friend
to sing or prance
i tell you ican do
IF GIVING ACHANCE


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RAIN AND SUN

its a pain we need rain
its fun
you have a beach run
its the
RAIN AND SUN


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LONELY CHILD IN THE GETTO

its sad some look bad
eys low no place to go
so many poor
begging door to door
you can see there' know smile
oh
THAT WE KNOW
LONELY CHILD IN THE GETTO


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LET THE SNOW BEGAN

its white
its bright
lights up the nighti 
i dress  right
to blend\LET THE SNOW
BEGAN


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~ Cry of the Muse ~

Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... ! That we would gratify love in its truest affection. Stand stead fast- uphold it yield to no other-duty ... ! To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting- exclusively-mid-this ... . To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul- just-to-have this ... once ... ! So place me within, make me the-essence of-the-art- lay me down carry me off- as I would be a child lost amid the grandeur- of its promise ... ! Allow this ink to consume us be the genuine eminence, what we reach-for through the humble virtue, heart-of this quill ... ! So all may view soar higher, and even higher still. Be captured, taken within deep- far and away beyond- the bitter part of this world, into the true benignity, flourishing and forever evolving, amid themselves ... ! Yes help me build me up, mold me-yes- come find me ... ! Trick me friend by slight of hand bend me- yes break me down shatter me again, and again truly I care-not ... ! Fill this paper in-its preparedness ... innocence ... verity, hope ... with the sweet passion elation of our souls ... ! Yes carry me before this-vision ... ! Restrain me-not ... . Set our-soul-free ... ! Please ... ? That we may gratify love-uphold it. Yes yield-then ... only-beauty ... ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes Written to the (Braveheart) theme By: Enya The expression of this poem was written from within the greater depths, of my soul. It was a cry of my muse. The passion beside which I stand and the hope through which I write. The joy we both carry for the other, and peace and faith in each other, in which we abide. Before this writing my muse had taken a vacation. So willing, I am open to suggestion. ~ Thank you for reading this piece of my work ... God bless you ... (The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do, when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free flowing when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you ... ~


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DRINK TO THINK

its does well
its show and tell
its rings that bell
your mind click
as you sit
ayes blink
its the
THINK DRINK


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june

Glorious Hot Summer Days,
Where the only relief come from the onslaught of rain. 
The rapid release of air,
 followed by the high impact of colorful spheres filled with paint.

Cooler nights,
filled with the consumption of Chinese food, plate after plate after plate...
the cleaning of our armaments deep into the night, until the dirt and grim
of the previous days war is removed, and the guns are ready for new dirt and grim.

Hot day after frigid night, 
We’re assaulted. Battered beaten and bruised.

But,

We Fight.

Hour after hour, minute to minute,
Not knowing whether or not you’re going to get hit,
By one of those deadly spheres and the men in black and white come to call you,
Call you out of the game. Just to be re-inserted again and again.
Until that final horn blasts its wondrous song, and we’re forced to rest.
“Until next year my friends” is said before you leave the battle field,
As everyone trickles off to their places of residence, 
We all reminisce on the past weekend, tell of exhilarating moments,
But alas... We leave, until next year my friends.


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ITS COLD DRESS WELL

 wear socks
the coat that locks
 a hat be a smart bat
slick like a cat
move like a rat
the weather beat
just be neat
listen to holiday bells
ITS COLD
DRESS WELL


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JAIL BATE

it was  day i'll sayit 
it caugh my eye
as it pass by
look like my age
so i didn't turn the page
i found out  to late
it was a mistake
it wasn't fake
but it was
JAIL BATE


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GETTO MONEY GRIM

you can tell
when they hit the bell
they talk loud
to the crowed
its like a band
some shake hand
you know they win
they have the
GETTO MONEY GRIM


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HOLLOWEEN

its comes every year
to scare
some do it at a fair
put on a corlor face
mabe of anuther race
and makes you scream
cause its
HOLLOWEEN


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They Care!

A noise is heard, I go out to investigate, 
it is back where the cows are, moon covered by heavy clouds, 
shines through slightly, spooky and cold this night, 
growling now louder, have to get to the cows. 
Ok made it, they are ok ,babies too, so cute they are.
Looking around now growling again, 
louder more angry sounding,
 flashlight getting dim, shines in deep woods, 
only two eyes reflected, growls getting closer. 
What could it be didn’t know coyotes growled, 
deep voice? Bear! 
didn’t know there were bear around here, oh how I hope not. 
Cows must sense extreme danger,
I have my pistol to protect them, (why didn’t I bring my rifle), 
they surround me, not letting me through, 
could not get a clear shot, please move. 
So strange I never knew.
 Heart beating faster and faster, 
stop thinking, concentrate,
please go away I don’t mean you harm. 
Hours pass, growls further away now.
 Time to relax. 
They protected me, 
they care!

EXHALE


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Life is Good

Life is Good
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 26, 2011

Pity trips are for losers
For they are just snoozers
I feel so high
So high in the sky
For I can see
I belong I will BE
See the birds on wing
And hear them sing
For life is so good
As to be it should
For life to begin again
Until the end
To hear the BOOM
To be as a bee and Zoom
From flower to flower
Waiting for the shower
To quench their thirst
And fell the burst
Of life to be
We shall all be free


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2009

2009
1-09
WLM
Wildncrazy555

We had a great time
Waiting for 2009
We waited up
For the time to count down
For all of the times
To set up the rhythms
With my BFF
Waited till it was up
We passed the night
With all that was right
And let the time go
As only we would know
Let all of the fear
As what seems near
We had to crash
Let all things smash
To start the new day
In our own special way
Let all things air
As only we care


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WHAT IF

if you had the pwoer
would it be love showers
would just sit for hours
so much you could do
if you try too
put that under your belt
don't thint of just self
WHAT IF


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Egyptian Pharaohs

Your mysticism captivates my world today

Covered in gold and ruins

We try to decode

What you left behind for us so long

Its been five thousand years

And we still feel so lost without you

Let your sun god Ra

Show us the path you took

The pyramids were the keys to your afterlives

Show us how to live our lives

I live in a world covered in blame

With people constantly finding someone else to blame

No boy king in Tut in our day

No Cleopatra ruling any day

Just a lot of villains called politicians

Oh great Egyptian Pharaohs

Show us how you brought prosperity and peace

To your once unstable land


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TOGETER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD

if we stand tall we be like a wall
that will not fall
with the lord s will
we can build
make lives fullfill
for all
man woman boy or girl
TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD


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ME AND MY BABY

we do many things
that sweet love brings
together we gain
our love sometime pain
this is love from above
no  mabe
ME AND MY BABY


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TO RECIVED HAVE FAITH

make  a started
ther's a god
let him be apart
put him in your heart
and waited
TO RECIVED
HAVE FAITH


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"WHEN MY MIND IS MADE UP!!!"

When my mind is made up
It doesn't matter what others say
When my mind is made up
I listen ,and follow my heart
When my mind is made up
There's no turning back
When my mind is made up
This is my final decision
When my mind is made up
Everything goes in 1 ear and out the other
When my mind is made up
I have no problem stating my opinion
When my mind is made up
I only see things the way I want to see them
When my mind is made up
It can't be changed
When my mind is made up
I say very little,and respond by my actions
When my mind is made up
I want,and need to be left alone
When my mind is made up
I know without a doubt God will see me through!!!"


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TODAY

Like a pearl waiting to be discovered,
The sun rose this morning,
Blinding my eyes with it’s bright smile
Suffocating me with it’s zest for new life.
This is so rude, I thought.

But then again, wouldn’t you be?
If you were given another chance to make all wrongs right
Another chance to smile at the world
Another chance at life!

Yesterday was gone
Today was here
Tomorrow I never knew
But I had today to make things better
To turn around my tomorrow

And so today I smiled back
An understanding smile
We were in this together
Me and the sun
Smiling at another door that had been opened
And so I arose specially today
Ready to conquer the world
That was my purpose TODAY. 


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MONEY AND FRIENDS

theyer hard to fine
kept this in mind
when you win
some have a grim
until you can't spend
thats
MONEY AND FRIENDS


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CRY SOME TIME

don't hold it in
its not a sin
if its pain 
then let the tears rain
kept this in mine
CRY SOME TIME


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HOUSE POOL

how i stay in shake
i do what it takes
and this is not fake
my home hads the tools
we also have a
HOUSE POOL


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Jupiter and Venus

Jupiter and Venus
WLM
12-08

Bwood knocked on my door
To let me know what for
We looked in the sky
To see, but not to get by

There is Jupiter and Venus
Let’s wait for it’s seen us
In the year 2008
We won’t be afraid

It won’t be too late
It returns 50 years from this date
Though it is dear
It will appear

It’s a great thrill
It makes my head reel
Glory to be 
That we should see

The sight tonight
It will give no fright
Which was truly right?
Oh! Such a sight


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WALL PHOTO

i have them all
picture of water fall
and kids playing ball
 i love to shot
i toots
at pictures takeing
am not fakeing
my pets are shot on alog
theye
WALL PHOTO


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BORN TO DANCE

when  i was small
i dance on the wall
 tho i slide
it was my guild
its in my feet the beat
makes me prance
iwas
BORN TO DANCE


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BABYYOU GOT TOUCH OF CLASS

you  have it all
 you are spring and fall
got looks
on books
you're hook
your shape is a gas
your on my task
BABY YOU GOT A
TOUCH OF CLASS


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TO HURT TO CRY OR DIE

its true
i love you
changing you put me thur
make me mad
and sad
this is why and know lie
am
TO HURT TO CRY OR DIE


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HAVE A PLAN IN LIFE

 you must make a stand
to have a  better hand
be ready t fight
day or night
HAVE A PLAN IN LIFE


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Mans Man

Man’s Man

WLM
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011
To the gay population in the world

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

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


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GIFTS

IT WON'T BE LONG
you'll be comming home
with bags
that will be sage
fill to the top
with a red boxs
for friends  and stiffs
thoses holiday
GIFTS


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WORDS SPEAK

watch what you say
they hurt today
get deep under neat
make you walk hate beat
cause you to be cheap
WORDS  SPEAKS


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HOW TO WIN

no matter what you do
pay attenention too
make friends
to get get in
smile and grim
that's 
HOW TO
WIN


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WATCH THE GOOD GUY

some smile
treat you like a child
don't fall for the smile
its a fact 
you are stab in the back
thats why
you must 
WATCH THE GOOD GUY


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A ROYAL'S QUERULOUS DEBATE

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

Act 1, Scene 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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LOVELY YOU

your everthing
that love brings
you ease my pain
make my eyes rain
its of joy oh boy
its love too
its all about no doudt
 LOVELY YOU


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HONEY I WON'T SEE YOU

its been a lone time
your my sunshine
i still have feeling too
HONEY I
WON'T SEE YOU


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TURN YOUR LIFE AROUND

Yyour going wrong way
change it today
listen to what I say
been up down
time get off that bad line
TURN YOUR LIFE
AROUND


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TAKE TIME OUT

its that time
leave trouble behind
put the lord on line
he'l lmake life shine
you have the pary sign
no no doudt
to pray
TAKE TIME OUT


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TRAFFIC JAM

trying to catch plane
it was insane
we got caught
not bought
we were like lams
in a
TRAFFIC JAM


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ALL PEOPLE OR FREE

we;re all the same
there's no one to blame
for this pain
not walk in the rain
cause you like too
i tell you
from here and there
and every where
you see you can be
ALL PEOPLE OR FREE


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STOP BY

come over
lets have a clover
rock the boat
like old goats
ok try
STOP BY 


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BOAT CRUISE

go to take a trip
go to pop whips
take a dip
it will be on nthe news
about me
TAKEN A 
BOAT CRUSIE


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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens


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TAKE THE LORD WITH YOU

 no where you go
you can do more
just let the blow
let it in
he is your friend
have faith  don't debate
just take his hands too
TAKE THE
LORD WITH YOU


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The Burlesque Bowl-Fish

"My mind was once the true survey,

Of all these meadows fresh and gay,

And in the greenness of the grass,

Did see its hopes as in a glass..."
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Windswept village,

Ancient 1836,

Tornado torn,

Blasted to bits.

 

Here is the steeple,

Here is the bell,

Here is the clergy,

Hurried to hell.

 

Perception: paragraphed.

 

    Gracious gusts of air sliced through the saloon and side-swiped the sheriff, newly 
desert bound. The blacksmith, now inclined to move, found his organs strewn 
amongst a congregation of cacti. Somewhere in the busiest part of town, 3 iguanas 
regained their birth-home.

 

Desert;

Impatient tumbleweed,

Sole-searing sand,

A band of train robbers,

A lonely locamotive.

 

The charcoal smeared engine breathed gun-smoke. 3 men, wild-eyed from birth, 
filled burlap sacks with yellow shapes, shiny prisms, aurum, gold bars- money. They 
were wearing greed, 50 pounds heavier in offensive sunshine. Miraculously, it took 
them 20 seconds to escape to the southernmost point of Death-Valley. The robbery 
and the escape were a success, but the men were dead: they were tornado-
transported.

 

Studescent schoolhouse,

Sleepy seminars:

 

Murderous math,

Luminous literature,

Romantic religion.

 

Guillotine glass,

Wind-wood,

Bothered Bonnets-

Homeless Heads,

Breeze bent bowler-

Motionless men.

 

"God is art, since we can't form him in marble, or smear him on canvas, we paint him 
as the ocean, as cloud-air, both flora and fauna, and most importantly in our 
selves". Dogma drags down drooping doors: dripping mouths, students torrid in 
tantric trance, minds elsewhere. Bethany's brain is buried in the bestial sands: 
Cyclicide.

 

Oh ancient town,

forever replicated,

no memoir shall remain,

of days undecimated.

 

1836,

is all but mixed,

in the minds eye,

where chaos is free,

and order bound,

to sight,smell,touch,

and sound.


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RIGHT TIME RIGHT PLACE

this day i will say
I was the lords way
bring us together
it for the better
how we met face to faces
was 
RIGHT TIME RIGHT PLACE


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HOPE AM AROUND

 i know  broken heart feeling
my soul is reeling
my eyes rain
from this hurt pain
when you 're put down
has tears or a clown
I
HOPE AM AROUND


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WORDS OF TRUTH LIVE ON

they were apart
and made  the started
to make change
don't let it go invain
we must sustain
 and gain stop the pain
by doing wrong
let there WORDS OF TRUTH
LIVE ON


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BABY WE HAVE IT ALL

mabe we're not rich
out cloth not best stich
its you and me
with love thats free
only the lords has the key
pick us us from dust
in case we fall
BABY WE HAVE IT ALL


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YOUR GONE

tho your up there
where
the angel sing
your still our thing
we feel so alone
its hard to carry on
hard beleive
YOUR GONE


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HOMELESS MAN

have a look of hate
for heavensake
you can tell
by his smell
he 's not doing well
\some have cain
for walking pain
some hold out a  can
as for change theyer not ashame
a
HOMELESS MAN


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TURTH OR HATE

theses words can't complate
theyer hard to take
why debates
choose one are otherx
for heavensake
IT CAN OVER POWER YOUTH
TRUTH OR HATE


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PLAY BALL SEASON

some jump cheer
and drink beer
some scream
its there team
as he win it smile and grim
its  fame mabe for all
reason
its
PLAYBALL SEANSON


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BABY I LOVE YOU TO MUCH

without you i 'll die
this is no lie
you are everything 
that love bring
you have the right tough
BABY I LOVE YOU
TO MUCH


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Bear and Salmon

A bear furtively steps on the stones in the swift river. 
Her cubs eagerly wait on the stone clad shores.
A prominent welt lies beneath mother bear’s coat of warmth.
The river has both sides lined with palisades of fir trees. 
Mother bear stands silently as a school of salmon swim into her presence.
Misted waters rise to greet a vibrant sky in jubilation.

As the salmon fight to traverse ferocious rapids,
mother bear listens intently and watches with bated breath in continuous silence.

Her cumbersome claw hovers like a weightless mosquito, dancing hitherto
for that oh so perfect catch.
The blue and gray titanium spray of the rapids avoids her touch.
And so, the salmon’s day has come to an end.
Mother bear and her cubs have sustenance for the moment.

I am just helping out a new soup member with her writing.  I have taken her submission and converted it into prose form.


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WISH YOU WELL

won't say this
you i miss
health is weather
we know your sick
get better quick
in our life your right
and rings a bell
we
WISH YOU WELL


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COURT DATE

this you must do
ita you all about 
to fixs it
got ticket
don't complate
kept the
COUR DATE


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MAKE A NEW STARTED

you can with aplan
make a new stand
with the lords hands
you need to be apart
get back on the chart
MAKE A NEW STARTED


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OUT DOOR POOL

 i love the spring time
it has the sun shine
not to hot
we have a lot
to kept cool
we go down by the
OUTDOOR POOL


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and 'Ladies'

 
  and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
and i
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
squeeze that
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
and they
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention 
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
so many
and so many my head spins around 
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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"Sweet Oracabessa"

Come with me and sail the Seven Seas,
on "Sweet Oracabessa" with ease,
The wind will be roaring and the sails 
will sway,
Nevermind, it will be a "Boat Lovers' Holiday",
The waves may crash and we'll end up on 
foreign shores,
Hopefully, there will be people who will
open their doors,

"Sweet Oracabessa" will glide smoothly
on the pristine ocean,
People will gawk and create a commotion,
Finally, after a long day at sea,
We will have earned a toast to bravery.


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WET DREAM

it felt real
was a lover meal
it was like ice cream
good  itd under stood
was a
WET DREAM


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SEX ON THE RUN

i was press for time
sex was on my mine
me and my lover
like no other
we kiss and did this
real quick
its was a hot mixs
but it was fun
SEX ON THE RUN


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TIMESRUNNING OUT

stop and think
don't just blink
the warning sign
getting near end on time
stop the sin
let gods love begin
NO DOUDT
TIMES RUNNING OUT


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NO MEASURE TO SOUL TREASURES

this a sight that right
has the pass
and gas 
of music that last
get on this task
and check it out no doudt
there's
NO MEASURES
TO SOUL TREASURES


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YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE

its sad you do bad
and you get mad
you have been had
tho the world is wide
moves side by side
do wrong youcan't go on
these are no lies
YOU CAN RUN
BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE


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AS YOU PRAYHERE'S WHAT TO SAY

think him for anuthe day
think him everyway
for all good deeds
and covering your needs
say lord
make my enmeny pay
AS YOU PRAY
HERE'S WHAT TO SAY


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YOUR MIND

it can play games
you can forget your name
the minds not a play thing
it can change
don't go insane
read the sign
protexe
YOUR MIND


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WIN

if your going to play
do it one way
thats do it right
lifes a fight
full of sin
the name of the game
is to
WIN


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BABY AND THUMP

they eat some sleep
or listen to the music beat
its neat
when teeth comming thur gums
ITS
BABY AND THUMPS


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Fields Forever

Until the end, I fight 
I fight until the light is no more 
and the perilous night does begin 
& when my day is gone & future masked 
I climb my mountain with head hanging low 
Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred 
Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again 
I gaze at fields of red fury 
Fury misunderstood all dead to understand 
Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of 
Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished 
In personal strife, I cry, 
not out but in I cry to hear 
inside, inside where I've tried to hide 
and defend on this field of red 
with no more to hide & more to 
hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made 
& expose myself to all, with none to tell 
I'm free, lost to live, lost to die 
Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for 
It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends 
Till the end 


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GOOD TO SEE YOU

long time no see
what it be
your my friend
this come from within
I miss you too
GOOD TO SEE YOU


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GET ALONE

don't let bad
make us sad
don't let a lie
feel you won't die
here's why we must try
to make love our home 
yes the world torn
that why jesus was born
WE MUST GET
ALONE


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PLAY THE PART

 if you feel 
and it your appeel
the  get the wheel
get the lights dim
its about a ture film
make a start
PLAY THE PART


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SECOND CHANCE

if the lord can
hold out hands
to help othe stand
from a bad fall
he is over us all
if he lets us do a ne dance
we deserve a
SECOND CHANCE


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POOL GAME

do you shot or toot
or you a game foo
do it drive you sane
the
POOL GAMEl


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LIFES A PLAN YOU CAN

as you go by
you must try
this is no lie
to stand
set a plan woman child or man
lLIFES A PALN
YOU CAN


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SUMMER AND SUNCLASSES

laying by the pool
its look so cool
your summer fool
its part of the fashes
SUMMER
AND SUNCLASSES


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LETS JINGEL ROCK THIS YEAR IN

lets bang
lets sing
do all kings of thing
come lets bring
it in none stop
lets rock
dress like a bear
make friends
LETS JINGEL ROCK THIS
YEAR IN


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THANKS TO YOI

am going the right way
this i can say
its a new day
no more pain
so mch i have gain
all you say and do
THANKS TO YOU


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IF BABY COULD TALK

if they could be
and see
who care theyer beware
as  they go
from small to tall
who there leanning wall
be fore they can walk
only if
BABY COULD TALK


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Flight of Fancy

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

www.nostroviatowriting.com


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AM NUTHIN WITHOUT YOU

your my rain
and my pain
with you i gain
so much you do
AM NUTHIN
WITHOUT  YOU


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SPEAK TO GOD THUR A SONG

tell him your trouble
he your sister and brother
write too
talk to god about you
make words well done
SPEAK TO GOD
THUR A SONG


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LETS JINGEL ROCK THIS YEAR IN

lets bang
lets sing
do all kings of thing
come lets bring
it in none stop
lets rock
dress like a bear
make friends
LETS JINGEL ROCK THIS
YEAR IN


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HEADACHE

only you can do
this too
ease this pain
not the rain
with you  gain
you touch what it takes
heven sake 
got a
HEADACHE


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HATE STARE

the got that look
maks you cook
you  can tell
its  somone from hell
have no love or care
with the
HATE STARE


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EASTER FOR THE WORLD

it had to fall
for us all
so we could begin
he died for our sin
he raise his head
for all our blood is red
its for me you too
and boy and girl
EASTER FOR THE WORLD


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A TIP

as you walk
ot talk 
or move around
from city or town
watch what you say
as you go this way
kept a tight lips
thats
A TIP


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MUSIC CHANGE ME

some like pop
some like hip hop
 some like soul
 i had to reload
my music is free
to be what i won't it
to be you see
MUSIC CHANGE ME


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POWER OF LOVE

its everything
that happness brings
with it you gain
its cures pain
it from heaven above
the
POWER OF LOVE


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TO HAVE PRIDE

its a matter of taste
mind s going to waste
should no be
its is the key
to move ahead
but has to to be fed
it will be your guild
its not a race or face
TO HAVE PRIDE


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FABEL EIGHT (missing parts)

Eye just sat down to PEN this on my three  million dollar free computer and eye 
removed a jacket and three hats and gloves can you guess mye gentle reader 
where eye was wearing them. 

YES upon the bus. 


But the


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ITS TIME

time to wake up
time stop bad stuff
time to smile
be gods child
time to leave hate
love for heaven sake
leave trouble behind
ITS TIME


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DAY 3 of national poetry month

DAY 3 of national poetry month
DAY 3 of national poetry month
Morris WEst The Navigator
flap
All of us at one time or another dream of escaping from todays threatening world
deaf dumb and blind
OR
a non friend
But here he draws the line because he is not the enemy of mine
still it is time to cut the cord the rope the binding ties
let him have his own identity his own reality
let him have his other friends his avarice and greed his needs
his needs outweigh his wants and views
you might indeed have lost a friend but gained a seed
he is not so stupid as all of that he will notice when you are gone and perhaps he will think about the reasons that you left him there bereft adrift in time his cursing and his skewed ideas are given from the fate
brow beater rude do this for me self centered
let him learn to navigate
bigoted ed.note.ed tortures me
for everyone that rules without that golden rule does it out of fears and ignorance will rule the masses
blind to the self and to the things they say unto others
dumb would be much better
this author was almost arressted for using electric in the park
the city blue and proper
they have had enought
of people stealing like a bank robber
they placed me under arresst for really real
and then they let me go on one condition
bank robbery would not be let go but petty theft can be let go
the police woman would not stop laughing at me
the way eye did not wish to be taken into custody


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FOOD SHAREING

its a deed
its a need
its a love seed
mouths to feed
its so cool
so don't just be starring
its about
FOOD SHAREING


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dawn

day break is dawning
I captured the moon yawning
while the sun was getting dressed
I heard cars rolling over the wet pavement
from the mist of the morning dew
the smell of open granduer arouses my memory
of colonial pastures and beckoning hues
of crawling grapevines creeping around the banyan tree
of warm wood cold rock crisp cedar too
why day break is dawning its dawning anew


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AM A GODS CHILD

he made me what i am
am am not on the lam
i do the right thing
am what love brings
i say this with a smile
AM A GODS CHILD


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THE WORLD NEED HELP

don't debate
not just your stat
stop the hate
not complate
if not for noone els
do it for your self
get no doudt
the
WORLD NEED HELP


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TWO OF A KIND

you and eye
see eye to eye
here's why
we don't try
its do or die
and thats know lie
thats our sign
TWO OF A KIND


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The Whole Bowl of Soup- the whole story

Soup tv, soup dot.com, soup everywhere.  Nice spoon, no bowl.  Talking weird 
cause somethings are weird.  Suddenly printer works...little else on me does... 
there is no clue to my problem...well at least I got free tv for a day...only in 
America- $4 for phone, $5 for TV, or get combo deal for $9!!  It gets way weirder, 
and it'll take some time to relate.  Wow.  bye, later, tom


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THE OPEN DOOR

its up to you
they what they  had too
too get you thur
 you must have the tools
thats go to school
so don't be a fool
now you can do more
go go go go goo
to
THE OPEN DOOR


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GET OUT

stop lay aound
go downtown
see what s around
this won't to mention
to release the attention
no doudt
you need too
GET OUT


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SCHOOL OF HARDKNOCK

yes it was tough
at time got rough
and i bit the dust
in god i trust
i sid stop
am from the old block
i got thur the
SCHOOL OF 
HARDKNOCKS


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Empowered Weapons

Here I stand
with my Claymore, Agony
strapped to my back
and metaphysical forearm spikes
running up my arms,
     slanting towards my elbows.
Winds howl around me
    filled with knives of rhetoric
tearing at me like teeth.
Unleashing my spiked chain
from its pouch on my belt
I grip my already bloodied,
reverse crescent axe
and jump off the ledge
        into the fray
swinging the chain 
  around the closest neck
I pull them close
       then sever their head
with my axe
    releasing a fountain of blood
towards the heavens.

Morbid scimitars
  flash before my eyes
    as I lean back
narrowly escaping the attack,
a downward swing of my chain
spins the enemy
     and I hack 
through his spine with my axe.
A Morningstar filled with delirium
   smashes into my shoulder
and I drop my axe
         but retaliate
with a skull splitting slash
of my clawed hysteria glove
           stopping within
    the eye sockets,
shaking the carcass off
I pull out my Claymore.

Whirling my chain overhead
 I release it
   and it savagely
wraps up an unfortunate,
dropping him mid charge.
Snatching my sadistic,
spiked headed War hammer
I separate another
    from his legs
        with my sword.

At the last second
I catch the shaft
of a tainted spear
within my forearm spikes
    snapping it
then bury my hammer’s head
in his chest.
Unfortunately
   the body draws me down,
      leaving me open
and an infected mace
smashes into my skull,
but as I fall Agony
serrates the seven mortals
with my death spin,
and as I lay there
spitting up blood
the detrimental maul
splatters my brains
             upon the battlefield.


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YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE

its sad you do bad
and you get mad
you have been had
tho the world is wide
moves side by side
do wrong youcan't go on
these are no lies
YOU CAN RUN
BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE


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POEM- FOR THE WORLD BEST OF COMMING YEAR

this poems for everyone
ans some
there's work to be done
make a wish
have better year dish
don;t be like the fish
go one way here what i say
help other have a better day
show love and care
FOR THE WORLD
BEST OF THE COMMING YEAR


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Tongues Like Dragons, have no Speach.

Gray Sky modeled, a Leaf on its Falling,

And thus tenaciously wounded, a slow and Bitter Abandon

Crashes,

Past Churches among Coals

And Faces lined, tunneled by ants, cicadas

The mouths of Sad dead Men.

Gray Sky tears Into Dirt,

Cars and Old Women Flying,

My legs Wobbling, Noodle Like

Churning Air and Dirt into Butter.

Gasping relaxed Depravity,   Eyes of Bulging broken Connections,

Tasting tongues of insulated Iron

Rising higher, Higher, Still

Red—Slim, Long to the   Sky

Fifty Feet, A Hundred,

The Nothing of Where Sky, Was,

Filled in by a Forest of Red Bloomed Licks.

My Mouth Closed Tightly, Holding Leviathan Inside.

I Stumble Back, Truck Bound, but Falter, Finding Telephone Pole,

Penetrating it, Sodomy like, Through the Rear. 

Hands Writhe, Grasping, Reaching, I Clasp my Mouth and Break Free.

The Voices rising From Mouths no longer their Own…

I Cannot Describe…

Newborn Violet? The Desperate Thirst of a thousand harlot Bedrooms?

Vowels Drowned in Starving Mackerel congealed Eyes?

This, All of this, Is beyond me.

Simply infinite Air, Spearing Life and Earth,

Struck,

Dense and with Cold Constancy.

Today …The Day

Has Died.



The Knife of half-destroyed Churches

Bite Deep,

Each leaf, Hunger, Phosphor’ ant Fire-Fly Eye of Darkness---

----As They Fall.

I However, Let them Take me from Within.

Forsaken interrupted Hands Growing,

Source-less Laments Turning Shadows to Anti-Life.

The World, now, some measureless Dream,

One long Abandoned Funeral Voyage to Nowhere.

Great Pale Cows of Tomorrow

Rain Black Milk

While they Float to the nothing of the now ground-speared  Sky.

Exasperated Winter,

Oh, Dark Color of Sinfully used Blankets .

Filthy Lightening Bolts and Dung Covered Clouds,

The Horizon reeks of an Oil Field.

Spark, Spark, Lighting a Match,

To keep God warm, That mewling 

Majestic Infant of the Sky.

(Ssssscrush)

              (Whooosh)

And one Long Holy

(Kaboom!)



-thend-


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THE CALL HIM X

he didn't debate
he did what it take
stood tall
he  was a wall
for his people
those seeker
to carry on
and our new borns
his mind was like a jet
now my life set
THEY CALL HIM X


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Riddles and Fiddles

Ya, Shar, there are still open ones- will update later and add a new one.
Lilacs- we had a ton in our yard- on Mother's day me and my brother would
go down to the corner and sell bunches for 50 cents.  A good deal, and a fortune 
for us.  Lotsa' time for title search! PS- my friend John and I spoke earlier this 
morn, and I asked him to e-mail me copies of my TV Guises.  Easily the funniest 
and most creative thing I ever did.  From the seventies- one each year for my 
father for his birthday.  My originals somewhere in storage.  They will be E-mailed 
to me, with cc to you... I even did the ads and columns.  They were long a family 
favorite.  I was lookin' at 70's TV Guides as I did them, so the shows are so 
dated.. there are quite a few.  We should have them in a day or two.  I wouldn't 
know how, or even if, they could be ever communicated in this medium.  Got 
some semi- good news a few minutes ago...will talk to ya later.  Have a good day!
Love, Tom...


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MIDNIGHT RUN

 its  homeless dream
the cloth or clean
there food is mean
helping is there theme
no mistake
they come very late
when noone around  there's sun
its call the
MIDNIGHT RUN


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Challenge Three

fifty words, by Feb third; rhyme using:

pulsar in a can of tuna
Bosco
Land mine
Snowstorm in August
Short stack
pidgeon coop


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Please Note

Please email all challenge response to Quasarttt228@aol.com, as well as 
posting,  thanks


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WHO IS GOD

you see the trees
you see the bees
you sea high seaes
all thats apart
of his start
making of this land
he is the man
mabe little odd
thats 
WHO IS GOD


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HOW TO GET TO HEAVEN

you can
give your hand
for him you must stand
get in his love band
put him in your plans
and live forever
thats

HOW TO GET TO HEAVEN


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NUTHIN TO PROVE

put your mind at rest
we are the best
we sing dance
and took that change
all for our rights
we or the shining light
that made right moves
we 
have
NUTHIN TO PROVE


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TODAYS MUSIC NEWFACES

some come with motion
from over the ocean
and from the worlds
young boys and girls
they dance prance
and sing do many thing
that music world bring
from many racist
TODAYS MUSIC NEWFACES


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OCEAN AND WAILS

theyer like remote
the flow
jump  up and down
in the water sounds
theyer big and round
always in motion
with long tails
you fime them as they swim
over the 
OCEAN AND WAILS


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LARGH FEET

my shoe sides
is very wide
 my feets made
my shoes just fade
if theyer to small
cause am tall
love to stoop to the music beat
i got
LARGH FEET


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STOP THE CRYING

i know things or not
 good
and its understood
you did the best you could
thats all you can do
 i do the same too
no need to be lying
facts denieing
get up fromt he bad stuff
and
STOP CRYING


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SUBWAY NEWYEARS EVE SEX

subway was pack
as I held the rack
I could a touch
it was tomuch
got me hot
we had  a cot
no parking lot
it was newyear eve  day
to have my boby set
it was
SUBWAY NEWYEARS EVE SEX


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BE KINGS AND QUEENS

where you live
learm to give
don't sit still
foot the bill
so the lords will
it not mean
and it not a dream
to be you see
KINGS AND QUEENS


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BEHIND THE CLOSES DOORS

some say am not gay
you see them day by day
some rich and some poor
noone know is it just a show
or whats 
BEHIND THE CLOSES DOORS


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Tom's Super Quiz Poet's Contest

Okay folks, here we go: Super Quiz Contest; Part One:  First one to accumulate 
25 points total for all parts, wins....
1) Make a 6 line poem incorporating the following 6 words, or phrases" (I will 
provide one bonus word to provide you a bit of choice) . Use  verse libre', rhyme, 
or burlesque, but I'd suggest burlesque, as that form has more value here.- the 
words are "waffle", "roller skate", "Latex semi-gloss paint" "bench press" "coal 
bin" and "police siren" ; 10 points max value.  Humorous poems for above 
(burlesque) can accumulate up to 10 bonus points.  Remember, the poem 
should make some sort of explainable convoluted sense, at least in the crazy 
tom way.
2)Part two; Answer correctly the following riddle/quiz; "I sound like a part of you, 
and I'd never speak of you a'foul...but sometimes I stretch out- and make others 
howl.

One clue will be posted each day, starting on the second day- up to 5 clues max.; 
but each day the values decline by 1 point...Contest entries accepted up till 
midnite of Sunday night, Oct 14.  Winner, if any, will be announced following day, 
if prize has not been won already...
May the best man, or woman, win...Based on past results, I'd say watch out for 
Shar-she usually wins these, although this one is tougher than most.  So best 
luck to all.  Winner will be granted a custom poem by me based on any one word 
you choose- name, thing, etc.  I may ask up to 1 1 word clue,if I need, one brief 
question of clarification...
The judge's word is final...(yes, mine!!, being married 2 times, that'll be a new 
experience...).
And everyone is welcome to comment on other entries, so long as appropriate 
respect and clean language is abided to.
Good Luck!!!!
                                                 tom bell


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DO WHATS BEST FOR YOU

its not cool
to follow a fool
its bad news
and the blues
best thing to do
is do
WHATS BEST FOR YOU


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MOONbeans

SixtyNINER

The Origin Of Supergirl 

NASA Today upon the moon the beans was strange the taste was off the war 
mongers shot the southpole and scared the cheph 111 times she wept and 
dropped the beans and things when the rockets plowed into the dust at the pole 
the imagining screen went offline on our pocket computer screens the moon 
went dark and left its orbit there is not much time for me to report it the child is 
safe in her spacecraft she lays the mother and the eye will die with our world but 
the young thing we made will have super powers on earth she has a yellow and 
a red and a blue blanket tucked all around her we hope they use the uniform 
wisely a supergirl now she is smiling and ewe gentle reader have discovered the 
origin of supergirl supergirl came not from krypton but came from the full moon to 
earth
Help her please make it all worth the test///////////????????BOOM the rocket left 
the moon with supergirl inside ED.NOTE charlax to be continued 
 
           
 
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LOVE IS HIS NAME

some call him the maker
heart breaker
the undertaker
no matter what he is call
he is for us all
love is what he brings
not for fame
LOVE IS HIS NAME


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PICNIC IN THE PARK

it was on a sunday afternoon
in the milldle of june
we  played soulfull tunes
at will
we at spare rids
drink soda and beer alot
it was so hot
we need those pops
stay there until after dark
our
PICNIC IN THE PARK


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FEELING OF CHRISTMAS

you can tell chestnut smell
the ringing of bells
blinking lights
red blue and white
Christmas tree with 
fake snow dust
that's itsthe
FEELING OF CHRISTMAS


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WATER AND RUNNER

its a must
to have this stuff
in the dark or the park
some run for fun
they work up a sweat
this they must get
a drink in the tank
all part of the wink
and be gunner
WATER AND RUNNER


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TELEVISION FREAK

in my home
am never along
in every room
theyer in tune
also the month on june
iin summer am like a bum
i catch the  television beat
guest you can say am a
TLEVISION FREAK


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WE'RE THE BEST

we do it all
tho at times we fall
we sing and play ball
its well under stood
we are good
we past gods test
and never   rest
WE'RE THE BEST


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AM NOT OLD JUST BETTER

yes  i been thur a lot
also had a push cot
worked around the clock
none stop
am ready to fold
i still work in cold weather
AM NOT OLD 
JUST BETTER


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PARK RUN

to stay in shape
i don't debate
i put on my shoes
listen to news
listen to the blues
get out in the sun
for a 
PARK RUN


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RUN LIKE HELL

as you walk the street
you hear a back beat
than get moving feet
feeling stark don't walk
listen to the bell show and tell
RUN LIKE HELL


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UNDER ONE GOD

we are all
in this wall
good od bad and its sad
if it should fall
it will be hard
not smooth as lard
we're all
UNDERONE GOD


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GUITAR FUNK

you feel it
its a part of a kit
you are the star
you play the guitar
near or far
the music makes you stump
your rump and bump
its funky
GUITAR FUNK


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Peace of mind can't be bought


This Warring, the Town itself Panting Red

Thoughts enter drunk, amid the Sinking fog

“Birds, they Raise their young For Dead.”

A Calm slow look 

as I Measure Myself about him, Eyes across Shadow

A Tourniquet,  a Scalpel, 

Delicate Sloping stomach, thinly curved and slightly outward

Like a 6-ounce Bottle Of Opium Skin. 


The Color of the room is Hushed,

Solitary ghosts creaking through the Lonely blood of my Heart.

A mind Lit by dampened Thunder \\\\ and Searing dirty lightning Flash.

Gazing,

Drinking in his Champagne Eyes,

Arms like Gallows, 

Fingers a Noose

(One Touch, One Stroke, And You’ll Choke, You’ll Choke… you’ll choke)

The Fever of my Voice however, does convey… certain advantages.

I Can see the Sweat just beginning, a hundred little Diamonds written out in Lust.

(or in my case, Luck)

For I 

am Out Matched,

Neck already straining against the Ropes.

(Soon, My Voice will be as Vanished as the strength in my Arms)

(And With a CRACK, I will be completely at Mercy)

(Another Corpse for Heaven)

(The Air in this Room, Overcharging me for Existence)

(Swindled by such Light and the feel of carpet between Toes)

Tic-Tacs, Tic-Tacs,

Don’t forget the Tic-Tacs.

(Fruit Punch)

Impudent Smile, and

I Ready, as an Army

Consisting entirely of Volunteers.

A clashing of Flesh, The Eyelid of atrocity,

Hurricane Fingers gripping Muffled waterfall Hearts,

Come with Me 

To the White Day that is Dying.

Its Thighs spread and Eyes rolling through the Stars.



-The End-


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The Marionette

I am just a slave to you, mindless to the strings. From sunrise to sunset I dance upon this wooden set. My limbs and body are made of oak, so is the case in which I spoke. The places I go, the people I meet. It kind of makes this life somewhat neat. Though my day's work may be done, I search the star filled skies lusting for more fun. One day the cart skips a beat and out I go onto the street. The young children once playing ball stopped to look at me in great awe. My stage once wood is now worn out cobblestone and the tots are grabbing my strings. Can I say that I am free? Must this be fate that's granted to thee? The tugging now becomes peace and the children head in for a bite to eat. Once again I'm alone on the street. Will this be the end of me? My master now returns, relieved to have me back. He cuddles me and cradles me, and then it's back into the case I go.


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BABY YOUR SPECAIL TO ME

 you are everytihing
that love bring
your my rain
and my love pain
and this is true
love all you do
you make me feel so free
BABY YOUR SPCAIL TO ME


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FUNNY MONEY

don't take it
might not fit
get wit
the way it came
was it work or fame
or from some pain
who is the blame
some one call you honey
AND GIVE YOU
FUNNY MONEY


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HIWAY LOVER

we were on the road
going to our goal
this feeling
had us reeling
you bet it was about sex
we passion like no other
we were
HIWAY LOVER


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PLANS FOR MY BABY

its my new born
in a world thats torn
i will make a stand
do the best i can
make sure its in the right hands
this is not mabe
PLAN FOR MY BABY


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Sizing Up the Enemy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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HOT LEGS

it that time
when there sunshine
they walk and talk
thur parks
and ride bus chart
short dress 
tho it may be mess
you can't help but peg
a look at those 
HOT LEGS


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On a Scale Of One to Ten

Do decimels count?  Exponentials?
Remember this crazy dude, I'll surely only get crazier as I age.
And I'm doing that fast.
Got some catchin' up to do.
The soap opera around me grows ever more bizarre.
And worrisome.
And I don't mean me. 
I spent the night over a cousin's house.
Didn't realize the mistake till too late.
It's hard to be pleasant company when you feel withered and adrift.
Read a complete book last night, then two children's books.
Well, at least I read the pictures.
My doctor told me don't buy any green bananas.
Cardiologist not so subtle, but I got a sense of humor.
I love to spar mentally with those who take me for as dumb as I act.
Usually they don't even know it.
I'm likely the only person in the world with a giant console organ in the middle of 
his tiny kitchen....barely open the refrigerator... whose 7 watt bulb is brighter than 
me often.  
Rosie worried, knew not what happened to me. 
My troubles pale next to hers.  I don't know how she deals with it all.
Vicodins, aspirins, voodoo spells all as useless as M&M's to a diabetic.
Pain relief or sleep?  I chose pain relief, then realized if I was asleep, I would't be 
aware of pain.  Now I know a few things I never had to ponder.  
Someday all will be sunny again...or not, I haven't a clue.  Enjoy your turkey 
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Just One Of Those Days Part 1

One day Homer Hawk was sitting on a gnarled fence post.  He was hungry.  He 
was tired of the usual fare, mashed rabbit, pureed gopher and scrambled 
armadillo.  He wanted something of substance, something fresh.  Maybe he was 
stewing too much but he was craving something different.  A fricassee might just 
be the answer to his problem.  He was beginning to get desperate.  He flapped 
his wings, gave a squawk and took to the air.
 
As he circled he kept a close eye out for his supper.  Behind Farmer Brown's 
house he saw Sammy Squirrel.  Sammy saw him and quickly dove under a rock 
and pulled his tail in after him.  Lucky for Sammy, Homer was not in the mood for 
squirrel.  
 
He flew on and saw Perry Prairie Dog hopping up and down on his mound and 
suddenly he disappeared down his hole.  Steven Skunk wobbled out from under 
the mulberry tree and flipped his tail up in the air as a warning to Homer.  Steven 
had no worry because Homer certainly wasn't desperate enough to attack him.
 
Marty Mouse scurried across the driveway and under the barn door.  No fear 
Marty, Homer was hungrier than one little bitty mouse.  No, not even Slinky snake 
needed to worry.  Homer wanted something different.  But what?  He flew on and 
on.
 
"What is wrong with me?" he asked.  "Why does it seem so hard to find 
something to eat tonight?"  And on he flew.
 
He saw an elk here and a deer there.  He even saw a newly squashed bunny on 
the road and still he flew on.  "Will I ever find my supper?"  he squawked.
 
Deciding he needed some professional help, he flew to the giant Oak Tree 
where Oscar Owl lived.  Oscar was just waking from his nap as Homer landed 
on the limb close by.


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WE CAME A LONG WAYS

its a fact
the card was stack
we put that on the rack
don't plan to go back 
pickline and signs
and lot of pain
walk in the rain
getting thing done
we won and it payed
WE CAME A LONE WAYS


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REASON FOR EVERTHING

reason for living
is giving
reason for the rain
is growing thing
reanso foe season
sumer and spring
you can see it so plain
there's
REASON FOR EVERY THING


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BANGING ON CANS

 from away  where i stay
you hear the beat
you pat you feet
its gets under neat
its not  a band
its man
BANGING ON CANS


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Souper-Men/Souper Woman-Convention Idea

I think we should ask the Soup people about this convention-where to have- how 
much each would need to contribute.  This could be a big promotional coup for 
the Soup people-even if they charge us , say $20 per head to attend- and more 
for site...etc...And perhaps I can get my old band together for entertainment- I'd 
even do some of my stand-up comedy...band and comedy gratis.  and maybe 
vote for a couple of categories of poetry- romantic, humourous-sad-life-loss- 
and "Grand Master Poet"  Please advise me of your thoughts!  Thank you, and 
God bless you all!!        tom bell


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MAKE PEACE

its up to you
and me too
not  be
you see
without understanding
don't be so demanding
not that your weak
try to
MAKE PEACE


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STILL SWEET ON YOU

your my gold
you got my soul
our love the way the
wind blows
I miss you too
AM
STILL SWEET ON YOU


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LOVE AND FEAR

both make you
and me too
do dumd thing
its what love brings
fear as appeal
brings pain
make you run to the sun
both are alway near
LOVE AND FEAR


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SPRING FLOWERS

it the time 
you see the wine
grow you no
you everything
that brings spring
and the love shower
that blooms
SPRING FLOWERS


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WRITING PENS TALK

they speak
its for kepts
they don't cheat
put in hands
and pin make the plan
tell
ring bell of the hell
you go thur so mush apin do
just tell it too
they will paper walk
WRITING PENS TALK


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Notes, Comments, Tomfoolery, and Clue!

Good evening, folks...trust all is well.
First of all, let me congratulate all those who commented on the first Poem 
Contest posting I had.  Bear in mind, as Judge and Jury, only I am permitted to 
send messages without words...It was mentioned that this would be a tougher 
quiz...see with me, words are completely optional.  Re. the $160 electrician's bill, 
once, in my old house, I had one come and put a new ceiling light fixture in my 
father's room, and track lights in my room.  His work was awful, fixture was the 
cheapest thing...I had worked in a retail lighting store, and knew he paid about 
$20 for it, the track lights were extremely unsightly, the ceiling was butchered; the 
entire job took no more than 30 minutes, and he handed me an $800 bill!!  Talk 
about highway robbery.
Now a few bits of Tomfoolery, with but a few "Tom's Tidbits".

How can I lose more stuff than I own??
It's a struggle to figure out how to get my cell phone to work.  I wonder if that's 
because I've never been imprisoned.
Talk about hot flashes...I had my first with the above mentioned electrician.
A ringing in the ears is but to be expected by someone named Bell.
Did I mention about the Honda Civic Center??
My "No Words" Poetry form should be posted with the Soup.  What'ch ya' think;
"Tomfooleryesgue??" Any suggestions??
A bachelor like me gets so lazy, if I get hungry, the most I can do is take an olive 
out of the jar...w hands, of course...

Comments;  I wanted to post either "Electric Blanket" or "How to Pay Bills" but the 
Soup won't allow it, cause they're too long, and require two postings...Should they 
count as one?  Or should I just post part No.1, and leave it up to you clever 
people to find pt.2 on your own??  Is this idea acceptable, guys??  Please let me 
know.  The Soup is always busting my chops about using the number symbol.  I 
suppose there is a good reason....gotta find out why...they are like our parents 
here, at least for me.  Just wish they would cook me a meal once in awhile, 
maybe do the laundry or somethin'....

Kindly post your votes on third poem being "Electric Blanket" or "How to Pay Bills" 
which I have just "fine tuned" a bit...let's see how it runs now, or is, like a guitar, a 
thing in need of a tune-up to play.  You can post your votes as comments at this 
posting site, and "write-in Candidates" are accepted gleefully...
Now, up with Clue No. 1 on Super Quiz Poetry Contest. 

Okay, the moment you've been waiting for!!!  Clue No. 1


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STOP BY SOMETIME

long time no see
what will it be
you have the key
some up and see me
let wine and dine
STOP BY SOME TIME


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BE PROUND OF YOU

don't look back
put pass on the rack
sucess on the stack
you paids dues
put it on the news
or what you chooses
don't be confuses
you earn this too
BE PROUND OF YOU


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HAV E DREAMS

as you go
go slow
but know
what you need
to sucee
study for a test
you will get the rest
its not mean
to
HAVE DREAMS


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FABEL EIGHT

FABEL EIGHT 
FABEL EIGHT 
 
Ignorance is Bliss 
 
CharlaX Fables 
 
People argue they agree among themselves on stupidity to be the ruler of them 
all it was so laughable not even rude at all just stupid and appalled. To the 
purists among mye readers this is written in the winter not the fall the words do 
tremble at the writer's test the writers want. Ignorance is bliss. Listen gentle 
reader to this twist. 

A man was near me on the bus a largesse man with a WINTER hat and GLOVES 
upon his head now wait please stop of course eye meant the hat was on his 
head the gloves were somewhere else. The joggers went near the bus the bus 
was honking at a car they moved in tandem to the music each one was listening 
to something different eye suppose. They went to JOG upon the road. As these 
people moved on past the man was heard to say “it is way too early in the day for 
joggers in the way”. The women near to me they numbered three they all began 
to say and to agree among themselves the joggers are out there in the dark. Now 
here is where the ignorance does come. Eye began to speak and so of course 
they then had to disagree with the mee. Eye began to say a profound thing “it is 
way too cold for them to be jogging like that”. “Oh no” they said, as if eye was a 
monster as if they had it planned “there is no cold the cold does not exist we 
meant its dark the dark had hold of them and they should not be jogging in the 
dark like this but cold oh no it's not too cold” they all pitched in and left me 
thinking that the eye was in the Twilight Zone again. “Of course it's cold” eye tried 
again but they were sure they had me now and to a person they each one piped 
up loud It is only the dark is all we meant and not the cold at all?” Eye tried again 
this time surely they will agree with this old man “ Yes it is cold out there there is 
no one wearing shorts yet in this January day?” And then eye left my seat and 
moved for eye was in the way of ignorance and bliss for they ignored me anyway 
for eye was reason in the face of added nuisance as the gaggle kept the play. 
Eye kept silence in the back of the bus all to myself the wounded pride intact so 
sure that eye was right about the cold. 
best thing of all eye could no longer hear them getting old. 


   
     
   


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TAKE TIME FOR MOTHER

its mother day
have something
to bring
and nice to say
she bough you too
boy or girls
 in this world
don't be a stiff 
give her a gift
sister or brothers
TAKE TIME FOR MOTHER


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ON THE RUN

i committe no crime
am always on line
 trying to get thur
  have so much to do
i will make time for you
and will lay in the sun
now
AM ON THE RUN


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SURE THING

having a check come in
like a good friend
you always win
with a grim
no matter what other bring
this cure some pain
its a
SURE THING


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PARTER SHIP

its more than  a kiss
tho its excist
will be miss
if not there
 and thats everywhere
as to sip
or dipor pop a whip
remeber marrrige
is a 
PARTER SHIP


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PARTER SHIP

its more than  a kiss
tho its excist
will be miss
if not there
 and thats everywhere
as to sip
or dipor pop a whip
remeber marrrige
is a 
PARTER SHIP


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HEAVEN RAINING

it comes in drop
no stop
can't be block
cause its rain from above
the lords love
that stop the paining
its
HEAVEN  RAINING


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LOOK BACK

we have cover grounds
had our ups and down
we fought those clown
now we're bound
moving ahead is a fact
so don't 
LOOK BACK


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Soup Convention?

Anyone interested in getting together at a "Soup Convention"- hopefully with Soup 
executives, for a night of fun and reverie?????


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WE CAME TO FAR

its was not easy to do
so many paid the way for you
and what they when thur
is ture
 there's work to be don
ok son
don't run do it for fun
no matter wher your are
WE 
CAME TO FAR


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To Someone Who's More Than A Friend

Why all the time you always acting like you isn't hurt
And really inside you feel like dirt
When you told me to call you, when I get older
I thought about everything 
I ever said and wrote about you
That seemed cool with me cause we ain't getting no younger
Still always in my heart you are my friend I'll  always hang on to you no matter 
what we go through
You my friend is tight
But I know  me and you know
In life everything isn't right
We both have unique minds
And for you boy I'll always have time
I remember when you said
"Get money, forget girls "
My homie always keep your head up
And do what you do 
I remember at one point of time I wanted you so bad
Everything that day went so wrong
And I found myself so sad 
Call me when you get a little older those where the last words we said on the 
phone.


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PAST ON YOU BLESSING

if you now stand
join the love band
take your brother hands
or part of the lord plan
its not wrong to pass it on
you now testing
PAST ON YOUR
BLESSING


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Rubble in the Hubble

Seems our beloved space telescope
Has been mistaken for a park trash can
By certain alien races.

Shuttle crews removes 39 beer cans, two soda pop bottles, three alien 
newspapers, a very bizarre condom wrapper, and six emptied cans of 10w40 
intergalactic motor oil.

They also found, what they think might be, 2 Plutoniun hot dog wrappers, and a 
broken dog leash of unususual nature.

No Littering signs were posted in an attempt to correct the situation.


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TwentyFabelThree

 TwentyFabelThree 
TwentyFabelThree 
Viewpoint Of The Fish 
 
<(((>.< 
 
Invariably life is surmounted and over come with obstacles designed to amuse 
the abusers among the men the users of the clay to mold the old and make them 
pay for unimagined hurts inflicted by society when for all the world to see the hurt 
inscribed on them my enemy is nill and voided null and jointed separately 
intended to become a monument of mediocre missing intentions faltering 
commotions ending in so much incidental indentations of the misery of 
man. "Well-informed people know it is impossible to transmit the voice over 
wires and that were it possible to do so, the thing would be of no practical 
value." - Editorial in the Boston Post (1865) This has always been attributed to 
Thomas Alva Edison what he Rally said was this “To invent, you need a good 
imagination and a pile of junk.” Referring of course to the poetry list of the 
CharlaxAndroidSevenOne. The small boy was angry at us the fishermen we two 
were men and strong and using bits and pieces of the little ones to catch some 
larger for the skillet to add to beans we needed FISH and not just minnows we 
could eat. “The fish feel pain” is what the boy said “just like humans do.” “NO” 
both the eye and my friend agreed “they do not feel the same as you as eye as 
we.” My friend became morose and actually tossed his minnows back and eye 
grabbed all my pieces of the fish that eye was using just for bait and tossed as 
far into the pond as fish could fly away from me the boy was not so easily undone 
and mollified he wept and my friend tried to help him to get over it and frowning 
eye was sorry for the day and beans we ate and beans we stayed and then eye 
dared to make the complaint. “BOY is crazy we need to eat.” If you want to add to 
this meal old man just go to the field and gather up some green onions eye have 
plantered them in haste but they are long enough for yew to eat today. Hurriedly 
eye rushed between the raindrops to get at the vegetables and then we 
smashed the beans and made them into refried. The onions we ate as aside 
dish was full of skillet mess 
wait
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HAV E DREAMS

as you go
go slow
but know
what you need
to sucee
study for a test
you will get the rest
its not mean
to
HAVE DREAMS


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Insights/Outsights

Hope no one is gettin' the wrong message, I am not petulant...My EMail is 
available to anyone (Quasarttt228@aol.com) My phone No. is another matter, but 
certainly available to Shar and other close poets.  Be advised I often do not pick 
up unless I know who it is (old habits from creditor hounding days)
Yes, Shar, I too love Swanson's dinners- when we were kids and they came in 
real tin foil trays, we considered them a special treat...and (though I am an 
excellent cook) I love them too..a batchelor's friend, you might say.  I feel and 
appreciate the love, and reciprocate to my best ability...You  got lots'a critters, but 
in my worse days (a few years ago), in an unheated house without gas, phone,
TV, sometimes electricity, food, hope...I still had my musical jams sessions...they 
were worth goin' on for...but in terms of critters, I was King!!  Squirrels in the 
ceilings, walls, constantly eatting thru, usually right over my bed, often running 
loose in the house, with their nastier relatives...ask "Willard", and many other fun 
things to occupy my time.  But I loved the place (still do)...and would go back 
there in a heartbeat if it was still standing, and a possibility...So where I am is 
nice, (but Boring!)- and I got no complaints about none of that.  I gotta get you 
some copies of the bogus "TV Guise" magazines I used to make for my father's 
birthday...they each took weeks, and were universally admired...I'm not sure what 
you want me to "stop saying", but you're the boss, far as I am concerned.  Love, 
tom.


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Anybody Out There?

Free tootsie roll mailed to you for any comment, good or bad.  I guess I just crave 
attention...or, I'm as mad as I think!  Happy trails to you!


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A Big Day to Fly To The Sun

Thanks Vince, I can't hold a tune either...I was even banned from singing in the 
shower!
Sean- Been there already (Listen to Floyd's "Set the Controls For the Heart of the 
Sun"- a song my band was doing in 1970)  PS- if you plan to go to the Sun 
anyway, I strongly suggest you go at night!


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Super Quiz Annoucement

Hey, guys...Since I've been negligent regarding clue posting; The Super Quiz 
deadline will be extended till midnight of Friday 10/19/07.  So, good luck- and 
here is clue recap, once again- No. 1)It can be associated with keyboard humor.  
No.2)Yikes, strikes, thumbs in dykes/dikes- actual spelling should have been 
dikes-  remember, I admit being brain-dead.  No.3)It's namesakes generally 
come in pairs.  New; No.4) It's sweet to the senses, of that, you can bet your hat.
Good Luck!!!


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TwentyFabelThree Part Two

because ewe gentle reader love me this is the ending to part one

And as eye was about to get my fill of it my friend had to go and ruin it this is what 
he said to me to cause me a trip the next day to away. “Do you remember the 
LIME eye had you use the bathroom in the outhouse the box of lime to catch the 
excess portions?” “yes said eye eye remember it why?” “Eye poured it on the 
onions to make them grow” is what he said to me “that's what we aer eating so 
slow and enjoying so there eye just wondered if you were weak or strong?” My 
days at this commune place was over the tent left there in my haste to return to 
the real world again. Parts of this story were not included. Remembered but 
ignored taken to extremes the human animal is LORD. 
The fish are in the pond laughing at us all and Man who needs a lesson 
planning gardens in the lime needs food and new age wine to garner all he 
needs just to survive while fishes live and thrive. 



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Dear Rhoda Part 2

As I said- L.I. was home to me up until about a year ago, when I made the 
(oopps) mistake of moving upstate, near Poughkeepsie (Wappinger Falls, which 
I call Foppinger Walls).... It is soooo boring!!  No wonder I'm posting poetry 20 
hours a day.....  By the way, I'd never heard of Long Island Iced Tea till I went to 
Arizona a few years ago.  Talk about puttin' starch in your socks!!  regards  Tom


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If I Were Young Again

Piecemeal summer dies;
the spread of long winter blanket again.

For ten years I have lived in exile,
locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders
jostled up against open Alberta sky.

If I were young again I’d sing of the coolness of high mountain snow flowers,
the sprinkle of night glow-blue meadows; I would dream and stretch slim fingers
into the distant nowhere, yawn slowly over the endless prairie miles.

Prairie grassland is where in summer silence grows; 
in the evening eagles spread wings
dripping like wild honey.

If I were young again I’d eat pine cones, food of birds,
share meals with wild wolves, I’d have as much dessert as wanted,
reach out into blue sky, lick the clouds off my fingers.

But I’m not young anymore, my thoughts tormented,
are raw, overworked, sharpened with misery from torture of war and childhood.

For ten years now I have lived locked in this unstable cabin,
inside the rush of summer winds, outside air beaten dim with snow.

-1985-


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Callenge three

Incorporate, fifty word or less, must rhyme, and make some distorted Bell-ish 
sense;

Neutron star in a can of tuna
Feathered boa on my poodle
Cooking Black Flag noodles
sweet candy of concrete and caramel
Oop, I fell in my Fruit Loops!

Good Luck!!


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20Fabel9

20Fabel9
Charlax Fabel
Mercury Spidder
 
Part One
“Radiation from the dome is killing the native growth it may stop evolvement of 
several different species” began the Maritimer “STOP” said the Cappum “don't 
hand me that fluff we do this on every trip we argue about the future we are on 
MERCURY to get more gold and silver. Stop bugging me with details of the cold. 
The Humans is now the problem they may send the Rover here the beast is near 
the center of the dome we must be almost ready to send the drone to earth to 
make it our new home. That Charlaxandroidoneseven is making a FABEL Ha 
they will never believe him still we better be prepared to be invaded for the 
humans are so intelligent now they can get a picture of the spidder on the planet 
Mercury and they are so mercurious that they will hound us eventually becoming 
intelligent enough to explode the neutron bombs and blow up 
worlds. “Mercurious” ?said the Maritimer “what a HUMAN expression”. How close 
is the android Charlax to discovering us he has those super powers you knoe 
like his SUPERMAN used to have before the Chinese comic book tried to KILL 
him WHAT? No the Charlax eye meant him not SUPERMAN eye get them so 
Confused? 
Stay tuned for part two


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Challenge Four

100 words or less, to rhyme, humor a plus..Feb. ten. Good Luck- email copy to 
Quasarttt228@aol.com, and post, please- winner gets a tom Bell Cookbook!

Incorporate;
Brushing the velvety hair of the bald midget
Olives on the run
Hidden Puppy, Crouching pooper
New set of blinds
Ketchup
Gumballs on the bar
rock music in Chinese
Wally Eagle, ootty-booty-li-li
Mercedes Benz
Slip of the forked snake tongue

Good Luck!!