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I Think Of You - Ground Zero - 1

I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
                in a jet plane rising
  los angeles falls behind me
and I...


                              Clouds dance
            to the song of the spiders.
Latent sun rays fall on me like rain...I 

...They say third time's the charm.
On planes again.
A sky...endless... and then finally 
from the other end of the world to here.
A continent, an island,
an australian flower drunk on wine.
Her...uniqueness lends to her beauty.
...and I

A fourth night.
A church spire at sunset.
At a distance bats fill the sky,
resemble a smoke plume.

I plead the fifth.
It's all these moons.
Tonight a hunter's moon.
She's unable to hide 
even with her bowl of clouds.
It's no help.
She has no spoon.
                     Her luminous rays give her up.
Moonshine in the moonlight over the sea.

I count...five, 
six...on the beach.
A purple nightshade,
a sand flower,
Irish eyes speak uniquely to me.

I, you...
you can't roll a seven with one die.

Back on a plane.
A snow fog blinding.
From my window seat a one of a kind view.

 I eight...ate...need to eat.

Africa...a Safari.
A plant chloroform green
has holes like cheese.
A large swiss leaf.
I laugh and I...I distract myself.

A stitch in time beats nine.
 Back in North America.
A dilapidated fortress stares down 
an overwhelming thunderhead.

I camp out.
It requires a tenth...tent.
An Eagle never blinks.
No eye lids.
An unimpeded view.

...but I...I surrender.
There is no place in the world
I can escape.

i think of you.

You are living art.
What I perceive 
is what I live.
I perceive us.

I can picture you.
I am photography,
the camera, the lens.
I absorb your image,
process it.
A form of plagiarism

I didn't borrow.
I stole.
Inhaled you but 
I dream
and I...

...i think of you.

March 11 2015

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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A Shade From The Past

Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved, 
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands 
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine

Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes 

A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables. 
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations

Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china 
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely

Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down

Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?

Inspired By the Garden Party Contest
Sponsored By Cyndi McMillan 6/6/14

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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In Room Enclosed, We Travel

This Valentine, my love, will be divine
I’ll whisk you off to every place and clime
In room enclosed, we’ll travel round the globe
Enchantment waits for us as we disrobe

You'll lay me down on sandy island shore
“Pretend” our game, adventure calls for more
With sweetness on your lips, mine own you'll kiss
A taste that rivals chocolate from the Swiss

I'll whisper tales of wild Arabian Nights
And plop into your mouth Turkish Delights
I'll play the part of harem girl, then maid
Then Warrior Princess come your heart to raid

I’ll shower you with kisses, sweet and wet
And make you lose your clothes on poker bet
Those Vegas lights will twinkle in my eyes
Then off to masquerade in a disguise

Our bodies fuse on our gondola dream
We skinny dip into Venetian stream 
The scented candles dim and light peeks in
Your glow, my love, your scent is on my skin

The world is you; you are my every place
There is no beauty finer than your face
This very room where you've made love to me
Is paradise and where I long to be

January 22, 2015
For Mystic Rose's Valentine Contest

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Lie, Truth, & Reality

I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
                       floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present

Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely

This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
     engulfing any new light on unseen horizons

Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
 apprehensive only in love's pursuits
   timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter

This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
     suffocating the man you would love...if you knew

Copyright © Steve Voorhees

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As Night Descends...

Beckon these eyes a whisper in trees
Scarlet passion in hot molten heat
With your fiery touch I will hit my knees
Fevered oscillation on warm amber sheets

This skin awaits your raw carmine kiss
Breath…indrawn from smoldering flames
Inside deep eyes of sweet chocolate Swiss
In searing red throes I call out your name

Trembling in the blazing torch of your touch
I whimper blue....a shattered disarray
A blistered journey…you are my crutch
A bursting heart pulsing crimson display

         Morning awaits a crushed coral flower
                     Entombed......inside an ebony tower

Copyright © Christie Moses

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Dear Cecile

Dear Cecile, when you upped and left, did you 
happen to notice that someone had poured a can 
of paint over the Bentley’s bonnet?
and the other curious thing…my golf clubs have been 
found in various places around the town.

I’m also getting a lot of emails from the Swiss bank
asking why so much cash has been withdrawn from my
investment account, and assuring me of their future loyalty.

Mother has been on the phone in tears, saying that a 
woman with a foreign voice, has been calling her a lot 
of rather unpleasant names.

It’s all very strange; 
anyway, I thought I’d send you this email, in the hope that 
you might be able to cast some light on this mess: 
Incidentally, did you iron a shirt before you went, can’t find 
any clean clothes,
                            yours,   Toby.

Copyright © peter holmes

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Choco-Mama Mania

Ooey, gooey, give me choc-o-lot! If I must, I'll take it liquid hot, But "wicked" like they fix it in Madrid, Thick as porridge, satin sunburnt sweet. (Not like here: sugar,milk and cocoa, mix and heat). Give me some hot chocolate I can eat! Drip-drop-dripping from a spoon! Give it - give it to me in a box. Tantalize my lips with luscious bits, Rum and amaretto morsels dipped. Give me it in chips or chunks or blocks. And please not those from K-mart or the grocer. We connoisseurs much prefer it kosher! Give it to me Swiss or straight from France. Hurry while I loosen up my pants! I'll make do with anything you have. Drizzled over ice-cream nice and smoothy. chocolate is the universal salve. chilled or warm, but slathered on it soothes me. Make my ice-cream chocolate flavored too- peanut butter swirls with fudge will do. Be my ever sweet-tooth choco-fairy. Finger-feed me bonbons. I'm your baby. Feed me plump and succulent black berry. Give me, give me, give me what I crave, and I shall be your love-starved-choco-slave. 10/5/13 for the Rhyme Battle Contest of Juli- Michelle It lost, so I am hoping it makes the cut in PD's any poem written in October ---ONLY!!!Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Wine and Cheese

Offended is an expensive Vintage
lacking precision 
I recommend a less sulfuric fermentation


grapes of wrath
so much to offer
each glass
breathe and savor 
see legs of the vine 
tannins to taste

or we can 
over drink 
over think
get wasted and offended 
tick clocks fast
amidst boiling stew
issues skewed by our own jaded views

we can be peaceful 
yet perceived to push hate

our temple may become damaged
via friendly fire

and as for poets... 
we may be the single most egotistical, emotional, tremendously divine 
individuals of all time and we know it!

we laugh when skies cry, seek solitude as joyful crowds arrive
we write and write 'till pens run dry of ink

we, the Swiss cheese...

we pretend to be bulletproof, whilst writhing inside
we juxtapose 
we justify 
we jigsaw puzzle brothers and muzzle others
we control situations then
recite white lies to 
monopolize conversation
all the while remaining dedicated to being offended
with loose change and pretentious 

and boy we've figured out the whole Multi-Verse because 
"My Deity can beat up your Deity!
yet, let me not be the last fool to promise you, 
we are so miniscule, the god's will be too busy swinging sticks on the golf links 
to visit you before the toil of your sore drama is through

we must pave our way, keeping heads clear and high 
stamping urgency upon trusting self 

Mister Bob Marley sang it best with: "EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!"


upon this short enlightening journey
exists a plethora of big aspirations 
we'll fail to grasp if our hopes swirl in the vortex of black clouds
offended at misunderstandings and minute words
burning midnight oil on the spoil.

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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I have traveled the world     rode 
the scorching desert on horseback     
Dined in Parisian cafes on the 
Left Bank repulsing the poetry                               
of amorous French men     and
toasted my toes by a roaring fire 
in a chalet high in the Swiss Alps

If you repeat a story until it is absorbed 
into the collective consciousness of 
enough people it becomes the truth     

Doesn't it?     

The world watched TV to see man land 
on the moon     No one noticed that the space 
capsule was an aluminum salt shaker
launched by a slingshot     The elaborate 
pyrotechnics disguised the truth in the hands
No one knows where the shaker ended up 
for the matching pepper shaker was waiting 
in the Australian outback resting on dusty ground
Astronauts romped around leaving footprints 
that the wind later erased     and spouted dialogue
scripted by Tonight Show writers     I could divulge 
the coordinates for the flag they left     
but that would rend the illusion     

I could relate the directions 
to my hometown of 3,000 souls     sister city 
to some Swiss town with an unpronounceable name
with the French-like bakery on the corner by the park
where the town council built a sandbox for the toddlers
But people find pride in their ability to know the truth           

Who am I to tell everyone that man never left Earth     
I never left home     
We all settled for less than we deserved 

Copyright © Monterey Sirak

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Dandy's Cuckoo Clock

On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted,  cuckoo clock!
The family said "That's handy!", and found a spot upon a shelf
For the dandy, new Swiss timepiece, to toddy mix and tea pots!

While Mommy Plott washed all her pots, Daddy Plott worked in the yard
The children, too, were caught worn out,  after swatting flies so hard
By the twilight of the evening, they were worn, like pennies spent 
Supping lentils, corn and pintos, ...then, up stairs they gladly went

Daddy Plott turned out the lights, falling, plop, right into bed
But bolted up with such a jolt!!...loud "CUCKOOS!!" hurt his head!!
The brand-new clock, made such a noise, his nerves hung by a thread !
That yoddling bird, that could be heard, might wake the neighborhood!

It popped out every hour, and the sour house would shake
With a hollering "CUCKOO' voice....with an awful racket made!
They covered it with pillows...and took it from the room
But the "CUCKOO-CUCKOO-CUCKOO" could be heard...from even the moon!!
They would just doze off,  fall fast asleep, and think that it was done....
But when the hands said Next O' would cluck out lots more fun!!

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...four....!!
The poor little bird, with his voice getting sore....
Saying 'cuckoo', ....'Cuckoo'......"CUCKOO!!!" again !!!

So Daddy took out the tick...........then he took out the tock
Then he defrocked little that he couldn't talk
Now it sits on a the house at the Plott's
Even the clock's little birdy.....can sleep like a rock!

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Celestial Dance

The moon slid far across the skies
It sparkled in her sleepy eyes
The moonbeams laughing as they danced
To keep her in their light entranced

With a brilliant rush they lift her right
Into the dotted swiss of night
And toss her high from star to star
While moonlight watches from afar

In perfect stride and harmony
Across the neon sky goes she
She waltzes on a comet's tail
Until the tides of night grow pale

And as the beckoning dawn draws nigh
Her eyes grow weary and with a sigh
She catapults from the moon's embrace
Back into bed she takes her place

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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Food Footles For Fun

FOOD FOOTLES Pagan Poultry Wiccan Chicken Soda Pop Battered Perky Turkey Going Green Lil Tree Broccoli Textured Preference Holes please Swiss cheese Food Fight Ammunition Sweet peas Thrown ease Parkay Vs. Country Crock Better Butter 09-19-2014

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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Big City, Big Shot Fool (Me)

A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They seemed out to prove
Smart I was not.

Big Furniture Market,
High Point, N.C.,
Invited out to dinner,
By big shot vendor....
Oh...whoop, whoop, yea!

Of course, my stuffy boss
was there,
In the next chair
At this odd restaurant...
"The Factory" it's name,
After that night,
I was never looked at the same....

Big shot, Big City....
Big Fool....
It wasn't pretty....

The menu did start
Entrees priced more
Than my annual salary
And I'm confused
There's a boiler next to me!

So this Big City Buyer,
In his $99.00 suit
Ordered a shrimp cocktail,
Oh, what a hoot!

Lights flashing....
Like Studio 54
I had no idea
What I was in for!

Got my shrimp cocktail,
Oh, I do love my shrimp!
But the lemon wedge,
Was wrapped up
My mind now a' crimp

In this decorative yellow stuff,
All fit with a bow....
How do I open it, I wondered...
I wanted to know...

But I'm a Big Shot NYC Buyer,
Sure, I've seen it all....
How dare these dumb hicks...
Have such a gall!!

I took my fork,
I took my knike....
I started trying to open
This thing like....
It meant my very life!

I was struggling,
And sweating,
And frustrated and mad
Got some of the weirdest looks
I ever have had...

These Carolina Hicks...
Out to make a fool of me...
Slowly I realized
Everyone looking at me...

My boss's eyes swollen
In shame
How dumb his young buyer
Should be in a cornfield
And call himself "Town Crier"

Eventually I learned....
This stuff was called
Ridiculous I thought...
No cheddar or swiss
Like this had I ever bought...

In silence I remained
Through the rest of my meal....
To me the biggest embarrassment
To me the biggest deal....

Big City Hot Shot Buyer...
Dumb as a farm hand.....
Put in a Manhattan restaurant...
Without but a strand....
Of what was, what wasn't
Of how, and of why...
All I wanted to do
Is to crawl under a rock
And die!

(This is true!!!)

Copyright © tom bell

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;p I Love Reuben Sandwiches Grill toast with corn beef Thousand island dressing to please Grill delicious on rye or pumpernickle tastes right. Hot melted cheese of Swiss makes you say delicious. Sauerkraut in the mouth makes you wish for coleslaw and this handy spork. With love, Your Dork d; 0 1123581313853211 0
~dedicated to my friend, can you guess who? would dare me to turn a 'fibo' up a knotchie? lol!! That was fun. Thanks Ruben ;)

Copyright © Izzy Gumbo

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A Poem In Class

This is a poem in class
3rd period to be exact
Lotion smelling all good
Because it’s seaweed extract
Looking good
With my red K- Swiss
Other girls envy
‘cus they wish they could taste this.
And lace this
Ladies just face it
Me myself is too complex
And y’all are too basic
I’m confident in my looks
That’s me being honest
Some say I am handsome
I say “No” to be modest
6 foot and 1 inch tall
Most haters want to test me
Blatant and/or indirectly
It makes me feel good when their girls say I’m sexy
But check me
Outside of my school
I’m a fresh young man
Even in my uniform I look cool
I am so self-confident
I am not conceited
I will remain the same 
Even when my looks are depleted
Besides all the crime and drama
I love this world.
‘Cus behind every guy like myself
Is a sexy ass girl
I know a dollar worth of dimes
But only one of them is mine
And when ol’ girl step on the scene
The whole scene shine
She hot like fire 
She makes other niggaz melt
‘Cus them niggaz wish they
Could feel what I felt
As my heart moves
To the beat of her drums
Her hotness gives me heartburn
Now I am taking Tums
Not the original
But extra pain relief
She has the mythical booty…I mean beauty
The goes beyond belief
I got a queen in the making
Sizzling like bacon
Every other couple compared to us
Is just faking and waiting
Waiting for their time to shine
And the chance to recover what’s mine
They are mad because 
Their status in society has declined
It’s plain to see
They want to be where I be at
They will never be like us
But why can’t they see that?

Copyright © Reginald Sellers

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I am putting out a beacon on the A-M, I Am Legend morning double-dutch
Pepsi cola, paranoia, post-exilic high school drama. Stop.
Is there anybody out there, I’m hoping you can hear me
Break the door, cover down, but most of all believe me
I haven’t seen another human being in this God forsaked oasis
who wouldn’t place me in his iron-sights just to bury me with the faceless
tasteless, and all around degenerate in-animates
that beheld the new millennium and become some pickled-plastered shits.
50 milligrams of trapazene and a metric ton of ritalin
with any luck will keep me from burning down New York like a Marvel Movie villain
Like ninety percent destruction, like the news on nine-eleven
like the peter parker web net, catching mary jane to save the day
top story at eleven.

Back to you Jen! Thanks Bob.

We are on the precipice of New World Order, but not what we were promised
by the inside job, swiss bank, illuminate, and Rothschild alarmists
This is not the Black Pope signing off on Masonic acts of terror
But a voluntary waiver to exclude yourself from error
Like bubble gum “POP POP”, likes oops that wasn’t me
This is merely just an act of infallible insanity
Temporary numbing off the senses til it lingers
Let the beasts in his cage lick the cheesy powder off your fingers
In the year of 1980 there was a scientific discovery
indeed the researchers were baffled by this nihilist anomaly
They kept a scaly monster locked up, Isla Sorna penitentiary
But they didn’t tell the people what the spectacle was meant to be
The monster was a man, and the man an animal
I don’t believe I’m ever getting out of this dirt hole.
The monster was a man and the man an animal.

Copyright © Timothy Johnson

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The Perfect Proposal

*The Perfect Proposal*

The perfect proposal
Just what would it be?
In a fairy tale life or in an enchanted dream
Three different scenarios I could see
And let him choose the one that fits him to a T

Popping the question over a picnic lunch in the Swiss Alps 
A checkered tablecloth, simple fruit, cheese and crackers, and a sparkling wine
To be read poetry from the greatest of greats—Robert Frost or Shel Silverstein
Another option would be at an abandoned zoo
We could cuddle up in the lion’s den and count the stars in the open sky
And then swim in the aquarium with the dolphins too at the first peak of sunrise
And the final option of the perfect proposal would be standing at the pearly gates of heaven
Heaven is where all our dreams come true anyways
And heaven is where I am going to meet you after the next blood moon
So I sit here below a star studded sky and I thank the Lord for delivering me
I thank the Lord for second and third chances
I thank the Lord for ETERNITY

Gwendolen Rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Rix

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How to Make Money with Poetry

A young poet there was named McKesson
Who made cash with his poetry lesson
      He'd recite at Swiss banks
      Getting euros and francs
With his rhyme and a big Smith & Wesson

"Just hand over the loot and I surely won't shoot."

© Roy Jerden December 18, 2014

Copyright © Roy Jerden

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the air is scented
with swiss hazelnut coffee
a rich aroma
stimulating my senses
to drink it ... or just to breathe

Copyright © Francine Roberts

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Goat Cheese Boat

There once was a man,
Who carved him a boat.
It was out of the cheese,
That he milked from his goat.
The first one he failed,
So he made him a note.
Never use Swiss,
Because it won’t float!

Copyright © Michael Smith

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In-Love Doggerel

You're a starship powered on Xanadu nectar;
I'm a pogo stick on coal.
You're a majestic arc of the milky way;
I'm a quark in an unsold cheese roll.
Your eyes launch songbirds and sonnets;
Come fly with me on my crackling comet.

Your hair evokes the erotic scents of perfumed night bazaars;
I exude burning tyres on torched, smashed deisel cars.
Beside you a pulsar is like a sorry matchstick spark;
As I stand in a room of moths,
I'm the dark.

You're the clearest proof if there is a God,
Their image is of your resplendent own;
I'm often asked to be the face promoting payday loans.
As you glide past men how their minds dissolve,
Their eyes kerbcrawl out their face;
I'm all Genghis Khan cologne liberally splashed over exploding beer crates.

Even when you sneeze,
You make this man go weak at the knees.
And if you had dandruff, as you brushed your hair,
Surely it would sparkle like snow through Swiss mountain air?
And that sliver of marmalade left on your cheek,
Reminds me of liquid gold encased in an amber hive of magic bees.
And when you carry rubbish to your bin,
I follow you just so I might fall right in.
Then, as you're unblocking the drain, really rocking those wellies,
I, like a smitten garden gnome, 
And turn to jelly..

Verily, Grace Kelly, may I be your Shelley,
Though you gaze rapturously at a shopping channel on the telly?

Copyright © Suki Spangles

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First Course

Before the big meal begins Sauté green onion With fresh crab, salt and pepper English muffin base Top with Swiss cheese Oven melt Wow!

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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Dear Joe

I have a mouse
in my house,
In my house
is a naughty mouse.

He scares my Mummy,
He tickles my tummy
and nibbles at my toe,
Yet he is my dear Joe!

He steals my swiss cheese,
My cake and my pie piece;
He sleeps in my bed
Wearing pajamas red.

He goes out on a date
and comes home late,
Sometimes he makes me mad,
At times happy, at times sad.

But my love for him is such
I love him more than too much,
He is dear Joe, my pet mouse,
Right here, in this very house!

"My Pet" contest by Broken Wings
Abdul Malik, 12/05/12

Copyright © Abdul Malik

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In the sacred river

In the sacred river.

I was born into polytheism,
Where Yemoja was the deity;
The goddess of river was the anchor
That held the village to life.

Her shrine was the sacred river
Where fortune was sought and recieved;
There fishing was forbade
Goddess’ heiresses could not be food.

The heiresses were beautiful
Appealing to eye,appealing to mouth,
But the beauty and taste of goddess
Were certainly beyond man’s hunt.

In their beauty they were sluggish
Their reverance made them so,
When you were Yemoja’s heiress
Who again shall you fear?

Then came the day of armageddon
The conflict of the titans
When guts of three children
Vowed to  taste the godess’ flesh.

Two cousins and I had this agenda,
At the shadow of sun,we stole us to  shrine;
With a basket we arrested five goddesses,
In a clay pot they became food.

As we were savouring the taste of the godess
A bone hung in my gut,I coughed to eject;
Mother came to help,cat let out of the bag:
Abomination,fishing in the sacred river.

Yemoja must be begged:
Twelve lashes of cudgel per child,
One hen,one cock ,one snail,
Six yards of white swiss velvet.

User’s name : Kayod5.
Contest        : Gone fishin’.
Sponsor       : Caleb Smith.

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode

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Machiavelli  s'been stewing 
teardrops in the Soup

Stooping to new lows 
stirring chickens in the coop

Seems some folks will do anything 
for what they think is fame
Swiss cheese stories for glory
Lordy! Whaddah' shame!

Reminds me of two classic movies...
"Freddie Lives" and the other is 
"The Crying Game"...
but this one's very unbelievable, it ain't scary,
and it's much
MUCH more lame!~

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO