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Titanic Forever

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.

Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.

It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. 
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.

In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.

Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.

Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?

Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.

Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.

The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.

Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.

That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.

When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.

I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.

© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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Large Dress Maker

To the right of my screen, what should I see? There’s a plus-sized blonde wearing a dress that’s pretty. Kudos to you for making clothes for the large lady. Those are the kinds of women that appeal to me. What you are selling them really looks nice. Your clothing does justice for a big girl at a good price. I want to see a woman of mine in your dress. For the business you are in, I wish you success.


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Wilderness is a Crowded street

Wilderness is a crowded street.

Silence stings the ears of the hearer,
Cacophony of sound, unheard.
Loneliness turns to solitude,
Converse without a word.

Wilderness is a crowded street.
A passer-by nobody sees.
Togetherness now disjointed,
Run! I feel their disease.

Money is their mind set
Full wallet yet they're poor.
A heart of gold inside me,
Theirs, an open sore!

Some own the World, yet are bankrupt,
Emotionally discharged black-holes.
Shiny shoes that point to nowhere,
Prices, still on their soles.

All the broken people,
Nobody tells me why.
Orphaned, divorced, mistaken,
I'll not lay down to die.

To roll over and just take it,
Is what they'd like us to do.
So let's all speak out, be counted,
Not be part, of the Zoo!


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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word


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THE RHETORIC LANGUAGE OF WHAT LIFE SEEMS

And you all thought
that after reaching home,
I would jump in the shower so fast
and off to bed...I'd snooze to end my boredom?

On my lunch hour I take a light nap,
it's beneficial to your health the doctor confidently says;
and should I ever see a scary, black cat
running across my windshield...a nightmare surely begins.


Working hard in a warehouse
with people and forklifts in full swing,
I must be more alert than a mouse
being chased by a bunch of hungry cats drooling.


To sit at my desk and write a poem for a new contest:
is a challenging and rewarding experience for an obscure poet;
and while others sleep and their spirits float in mysterious dreams,
I reflect over the rhetoric language of what life seems. 


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Pop Can Sally

Pop can Sally stock my pop.
Push the new stuff back!
Bring the old stuff to the front
and space them just a crack.

Sell me one to quench my thirst
but make me get my own.
Reaching further to the back
where cooler ones are known.

Take my change from out of pocket.
Thanks for this cold pop.
Refreshing when I pull it's tab
and help to blow it's top.

Guzzling down what rushes out
and soon to quench my thirst.
Swallowing it quickly now;
allowing it to burst.

Empty now a once full can.
Thirsty nevermore.
Thanks to Sally and her pop.
The Pop Can Sally Store.


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Toaster Strudel Trochee

<                                       Toaster Strudel - Trochee

                                         
                                        I just crave toaster strudel
                                        Piping hot pastry
                                        Cool icing so can doodle
                                        Kellogg's bakery

                                 
                                        So get to popping me one 
                                        Time to used noodle
                                        Pop tarts boring just no fun
                                        Choose toaster strudel




Meter: 7/5/7/5 
Rhyme Scheme: a/b/c/b or a/b/a/b

The meter is trochee, which means alternating stressed and unstressed beats in each line, with each line beginning and ending in a stressed syllable. This is a simple lyrical type little poem, so rhymes will be basic, nothing fancy. The poem itself should give a description of something of interest to the poet and often the meter lends itself to humor, much as a limerick does. There is not a set number of these quatrain type stanzas, but a typical 7/5 Trochee would consist of two quatrains, with the second stanza serving to tie up the idea presented in the first stanza.


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At The Pawn Shop

How could you do such a terrible thing? You just pawned your deceased father’s ring. Think about that ring’s sentimental value. To get cash, could there have been other things to do? That guy is a shyster with his business dealings and such. I’ll bet the amount you got was not much. I kept telling you to stay out of that casino. However, with your money, you continued to go. Who pays for all that ritzy ambience and décor that you see? The casinos get it from losers like you and me. It is only normal that gamblers should lose their money. If there’s a big win, it’s considered an abnormality. Whatever you get each month you don’t save. I’ll bet your old man is turning over in his grave. With this money, go to the pawn shop today. I want you to get that ring back right away.


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The Price



Listlessly he feeds the pigeons, 
strutting proudly in the park; 
kicking at an empty coke can, 
gravity has left its mark. 

Nattily attired he's one of 
many other CEOs 
high atop the corporate ladder, 
highly thought of, such a pose. 

Bored with mergers, acquisitions, 
weary of the daily stress; 
where's the joy, the satisfaction, 
where's the bliss of happiness? 

Hamptons cottage never lived in, 
cabin cruiser barely used; 
his wife's begun divorce proceedings, 
claims that she has been misused. 

Children living with no love, 
he never sees them anymore; 
he's too busy making millions, 
economics is his score. 

Who'd have thought a Wharton graduate 
with a double PhD 
would spend his lunch hour feeding pigeons, 
kicking coke cans endlessly. 

In his spacious penthouse office 
with a prospect of Times Square 
he seals another hefty contract, 
he has lost the will to care.


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Old Coffee

I'll only charge you fifty cents.
Here, take back the change.
It's old and you won't like it much.
It tastes a little strange.

Thankyou much, but I don't care.
I'll even drink it old.
Please take back your quarters
despite my being told.

No; you take for fifty cents.
I'd rather you do that.
Please take back your quarters
and pay two quarters flat.

Thankyou Sally, that's okay.
You're generous to a tee.
Just fifty cents sounds much too good,
but I will pay your fee.

Go now please; you waste my time.
Please; just take my deal.
The library must have kicked you out
upon your back and heel.

The library's open still to say
I'm only out of time.
The computer simply timed me out
and no one's sorry as I'm.

Come back later if you want
and  you can pay full price.
The coffee will be fresher then
and cost for you suffice.

It's okay Sally
Thanks again.
We'll talk more with you later.
and I will see you -then.


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Someone Else

Someones tipping Sally for being someone else.
Someone acting nicely and caring for ourselves.
Leaving cheery fortunes and thanking all who come.
Even giving smiles to pass amongst themselves.

How wretched is this dear old Sally?
Waving to those leaving.
Making simple small talk
a faith for the believing.

Now she's giving napkins.
Her patrons quick to finger.
Always giving something.
Oh; how her customers linger.

Then comes out her smile.
A weapon in the making.
And up goes her tip jar.
A thanking for the taking.

It's only in good time
that Sally has a sale.
She says that will be never
as Sally spins her tale.

I'm waiting for her business
to crash around her knees.
If it wasn't for her customers
that Sally lives to please.


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Tim Horton's

I'm off to Horton's!
Where's my coat?
Where's my gloves
and hat I tote?

Head to wind
I walk the path
with all my strength
within God's wrath.

Losing time
I start to wander.
'Behold' the stars;
their size I ponder.

Getting close
my feet relax.
I gaze ahead.
The wind it slacks.

I reach the door
and pull the handle.
Air rushes out
warm as a candle.

The lights a-glare.
There's several tables.
I place my order
and spread my fables.

I take my seat
and rest my coffee
then raise it up.
My arms like toffee.

The sip is bitter
but starts to quench.
I swallow gently.
My throat a-drench.

I sit and rest.
Half hour aside.
Get up to leave.
My hunger subside.

I exit quick
fresh with air.
Head held high
and head of hair.

I'm headed home
without goodbye's
and at my back
the other's eyes.

I look ahead
toward my home
and move my feet
and start to roam.

I will come back
and won't forget:
I love Tim Horton's
without regret.


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Bottled Piss

There is no way I would buy beer, none of the brands that are brewed here. How can you drink any of this? American beer, bottled piss. I’ll list any domestic brand It’s so easy to understand It’s gassy, yellow, and tasteless. American beer, bottled piss. They don’t care any way it’s brewed Companies are selfish and rude. Do you think they care about this? American beer, bottled piss. From Prohibition, to today, no change; it’s always been that way. This is nothing to reminisce. American beer, bottled piss. In Germany, or Vietnam, none will sell; they don’t give a damn. They just won’t buy any of this! American beer, bottled piss. If you’re here, or you’re over there, wherever you are, they don’t care. There is nothing here I would miss. American beer, bottled piss. No one gets much for their money. I’ll show you where it’s not sunny. Here is my ass for you to kiss. American beer, bottled piss.


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No More Elementary

I hate going to school 
BUt, I love going to the pool 
I hate when I get worried 
I always start to scurry 
I hate school lunch 
But, I don't mind the brunch 
When I eat the chicken patty 
I act a little bratty.    

                                                              No More Elementary 
                                                                               Jared Houck


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Misernomics

the talking heads are also comics
these economic geniuses after years
are spouting praises of Misernomics
quick study concluded we're in arrears

and need to decapitalize life today
don't spend anything you ain't got
to forestall our tomorrow going away
good advice founding fathers caught

and don't pay for what you don't need
so therefore we'll cut back education
sound advice in sane person might heed
to better manage our bankrupt nation

and health and vitality merely frills
no need to waste our coins on want
when trying to cover economic ills
monetary mismanagement returns to haunt

what we want is to address our need
to count ourselves and sum our greed
those roads, bridges, electrical grids
mattered back when the things we did

were more important than take home pay
we'll keep it all and count it up
what you knew then, has now gone astray
soon Spend-it-omics could again erupt

our future, our kids, our progeny all
"This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want"
matters minor, in our countless pall
our poorest desire, the possible, too daunt

in the mean time we say "thanks a bunch"
We'll save our lives for better times
food for thought on societies free lunch
We'll save our monied economic crimes

as Silas Marner tabled reclusive coins
no weighty matters outweigh the economy
these fearful economic times purloined
might priorities reflect our tragicomedy?

© Goode Guy 2011-07-06

we're counting...on you


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Cleaning Sally

Sally's wiping the walls
and the walls are wailing out.
Ripples from within them
shouting clean and clout.

Surfaces seen shining;
glaring they're looked after,
from one small tiny rag
with Sally as it's Master.

Echoes round the roomside
Sally's tamed with cleaner.
Scents invade your nostrills
as cleanliness got meaner.

Oasis's reflecting
in glass around the room
as images and mirrors
merge as if to bloom.

Squeeking little wipes
as Sally rubs her rag.
Music in the air
and joy from in a drag

Smiles surrounding Sally.
Her clean from in her cloud,
with radiating beauty
and Sally standing proud.


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Your Eggrolls Are Dry

Your eggrolls aren't dry.
Your eggrolls aren't wet.
You say they're just right.
like it's some sort of threat.

You hand me an eggroll
along with a plum sauce.
I can tell you're still mad
as your eyes start to uncross.

This time there's no bag.
could it be a small hint.
Is it time to say sorry
for that eye with a glint.

It's a fresh tasty eggroll.
Not too dry; nor to wet.
It's your present to me
with my thanks and my debt.

I can never repay you
for the food you confect.
but more than your eggrolls
it is you that's perfect.


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O INHUMAN AND FOOLISH RACE!

Could we ignore those heroes and heroines,
who fought for freedom and gave us many choices?
Every country has them and their valor we should revere!
I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare!


More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet,
and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword...
even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so!
O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace?


How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness,
if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice? 
All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise!
I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice!


O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased?  
Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised!
Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound,
bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?  


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Pinching Napkins

I'm shuffling trays of food
and placing them up front.
I'm spilling on the way
in stains I'll later hunt.

I'm ever pinching napkins
and wiping spots of sauce.
Forever wiping up them
so later I can toss.

I've piled the garbage higher
with sweet and sour rags.
Left scrunched into a bow
to finish them of drags.

I'll order in more napkins
to later fill the rack.
But first I'll make some more sauce.
A dish from Sally Trac.


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A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



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PLUM PUDDING

When you go out to eat 
what do you like to taste?
Polish, Italian, German, Greek, and American
or fast foods made in haste?

I get into Chinese food
from Canton Noodles to Szechuan Steak.
Dim Sum, Spring Rolls, Sweet Sour Duck and more...
Often, I won't even take a break.

Everyone has their favorite Chinese place
where the food is strange, but Oh So Good!
We often find that singular dish
that puts our taste buds in the mood.

I know of just such a place...
Where the food is served with care.
The portions are so big as well,
You'll only finish - If you dare.

Those little white cartons that you take home
are good for another meal or two.
Or if you get the munchies in the middle of the night
they are there, waiting for you.

I won't tell you the name you see
because "Each to their own" , they say.
But, if you're 50 miles northwest of Chicago,
You're going the right way.

Just a little place in a small town...
It's been around for 45 years.
But the cuisine is diverse and tasty,
Eating the chili peppers can always bring tears.

Even if you can't get out here,
I'm sure you've found one you like.
Next time you order Moo Shoo Pork,
Remember, to get to mine will be a hike.

I know I didn't give the name,
It's my little game you see...
But, I gave you a hint in the title,
If you figure it out...what a "Smartie" you will be.


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MAMA WAS UNSURE OF A CURE

   MAMA WAS UNSURE OF A CURE

Just like life my dreams always end for me
Another day to fake what they want me to be
Put on a tie or don a pair of old blue jeans
Yet I don’t know what my dreams or my life really means

It’s been difficult to understand why I survive
And I know not where and when I will arrive
So I run to my mother and I ask her for advice
And she says “son, too oft life is lived for a price”

“but mama,” I beg, “how great is that cost,
because as of now I feel totally lost?”
She couldn’t  answer that query without mitigation
And she didn’t want to give me any false information

Where I am headed is a question only fate can reveal
And I know what you sow you will reap and that is for real
Reality is something I’ve tried to avoid for far too long
But then I say “my mama couldn’t have been wrong”

So as sure as tomorrow I will probably awake
With no black tie affairs nor parties to partake
Because I know not how they want me to act
All I know is there have been too many of life’s answers I’ve lacked
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!


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A BUTTERFLY FLITTERING ABOUT IN VIENNA SHOULD EVER FLY

      A VIENESE BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
and now that i'm without your emphatic embrace
You know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
dream i how wondrous woulst it be if  that she carered how much i care
alas, know i that we will ever remain just a poetic pair 


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A butterfly SHOULD never DIE

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need one not be beget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



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this one's 4 all u lousy little poets tryin to sound like charlie manson

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a simple gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our front door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my mother
When I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place where it stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need one but am exempt from your embryonic embrace 
So now you know from whence comes my didactic desire to die
   © 2011.…~free cee!~ Pheeepoetree


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Nuance

Set the tone 

noisy version -

(some) explained boring conversation -

exhausted all rivals -

overcome all objectives -

unique style...

Closed and respected...

Your speak...I know what you can afford...

Closed and respected...


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NONE

   INCONCEIVABLE INNOCENTS
television is a government conspiracy
they're trying to indoctrinate a certain segment of the nation
those susceptable as they sell soap with pseudo sex 
mixed with an un-healthy dose of dis-information

they are introducing our youth  to indifference
eager young minds fertile for seeding
but for a flood of info-mercials and false information
soon those young  minds will require rapid weeding

innocents  are being indoctrinated with what they think is success
"buy this car because it's got a hot blonde behind the wheel"
and corporations are aware of what they're doing they just won't confess
and god knows, every product on T.V. is a really great deal

corporate america and entertainment companies are now one
both have the very same motivation in mind
images these kids watch made to to taunt with temptation
and the only immune ones are the deaf, dumb and blind
    (c) 2011....~free cee!~ Phreepoetree