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Ice Cream

''Loving Ice Cream''

Having ice cream with you.
Relives the entire portrait in my youth.
Like catnip for a cat, the Reese's fun never stops.
Like monkeys in a zoo, one taste climbs above sherbet treetops.

Ice Cream with you,
How sweet the imagery of 31 different treats 
Placid lights topped with peaches in amaretto slushy sauce
Dandelion haven above a marshmallow rocky road
Fireflies flicker around the yummy fresh Lemon Drop Sky
A delightful sundae breeze on the tip of my tongue 
Soft frozen chocolate dessert, nothing can go wrong 

Ice Cream with You
So many to choose from, 
Relish the delicious flavor of Butterscotch homemade rum
There's no other place I'd rather be
Lost Inside this forever hazel green scenery and mint sticks of joy
The ultimate indulgence originates in one icy bite
A creamy coconut cherry delight -served on the side with apple pie
In a cup, on a cone, you my vanilla waffle boy 
Everything-- about-- you-- roams free like tubs of ice cream dreams

Listen to the soft sprinkles of cinnamon sound
The happy feeling that melts when you're around
I'm taking a giant scoop of Ice Cream from your heart
Adoring and Embracing Life
Every time you say the words
...I love you...

by;PD

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A Concrete Snowman

                                                    THE BLACK
                                                    SATIN HAT
                                                    SAT TIGHT
                                        ON THE YOUNG MANS BALD
                                                    HEAD. HIS 
                                                EYES BLACK AS 
                                            NIGHT STARED INTO
                                              NOTHINGNESS. IN 
                                                 FRONT OF HIM
                                                      WERE 3
                                              PATHS WHERE THE
                                           CHILDREN HAD ROLLED 
                     THREE BALLS OF SNOW MUCH EALIER THAT VERY DAY. 
                                         PATCHES OF GREEN GRASS 
                                          STUCK THROUGH PACKED
                                                FREEZING SNOW.
                                        IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS FACE
                                A CROOKED CARROT POINTED TOWARD 
                            THE HOUSE WHERE CHILDREN SAT LOOKING
                             OUT THEIR WINDOW AT THEIR NEW FOUND
                              FRIEND. HIS BUTTON MOUTH SHAPED FOR
                                HIM TO LOOK HAPPY SEEMED TO SMILE 
                                  AT THEM AS THEY STARTED TO BLOW
                                       KISSES AT THEIR WONDERFUL 
                                                  NEW SNOWMAN.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.27.2014

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D-Day in Malta:::co-write

We met in Valletta city on a fine November day
Introductions...hugs and kisses; we got talking straight away.
All agreed to go sight-seeing – architecture , harbour view
Made a stop to buy an ice-cream where there is a constant queue .
We strolled on and at Cordina’s chose al fresco to sit down
Next to regal Queen Victoria, a stone lady with a crown.
Drinks were ordered and pastizzi, which were followed by some cakes
Freshly baked and appetizing, all adorned with chocolate flakes.
We were served by cherub Fabio busy running out and in
Second time the badge said Mario, then we found that he’s his twin.
Jan and hubby soaked the sunshine, the Calluses hugged the shade
Those around spoke multilingual, a musician plied his trade.
We stayed there and spoke for ages, watched the tourists walking by.
Valentina took our photos; she is young and sweet as pie.

Jan and Bob will be returning in two years on Malta’s shore
Although Maurice has predicted it will be a year before!
They will then be celebrating married bliss with silver ware
All on Soup will be invited; this occasion is to share.
That’s a promise made for keeping – friends will meet for sure once more
We shall have some cake and snickers; sweet surprises lie in store!

--------------------------------------------------------------------
Fun poem ~ co-written by Paul-Jan-Valentina  on 2/11/2014

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Triple Threat-Fantasy Becomes Reality-A Collab

Once upon a time, there were three poetic souls at play, 
 Wondering upon the stars, how to spend their Friday. 
 Hoping and praying that they each could find their muse 
 Write a few lines together and not explode or blow a fuse 

 Coming up with a theme, pass it along, from me to you to you 
 With one swift stroke and few little tweaks, hoping it grew and grew 
 With mighty pens high and fingers that stroked the keys, 
 Scratching at inspiration like a puppy dog scratches at fleas 

 Trying to have some fun together to dispel a little rumour 
 Jan is here to prove, that Brits, do have a sense of humour 
 When Jan was created God laughed so hard that He broke the mould 
 But her poems prove to us that she still has a heart of gold 
 Her joke is not funny, not getting a chuckle, a grin, or even a smirk 
 Let's keep that a secret, telling her it was, a hoot and a knee jerk 

 Then there is Tim, romantic the flavors both special, sad and sweet, 
 A bit of naughty, when he knocks on the door, with a trick or treat. 
 Sometimes if you read real close, you'll say "I can't believe he said that" 
 This sneaky fox is never outsmarted by the world wise alley cat. 

 Casarah's a real stunner and I hear that she has a really nice tush 
 Oh I’m not supposed to say that, nudge nudge, it's so hush hush 
 Quick with the wit, at home with a bit, and willing to try any thing new 
 Great friend we hold dear, always has cheer, getting you up when you're blue 

 So we are passing our poetry, like we are passing scents in the breeze. 
 May our words tonight shake the branches off your weeping willow trees

 Our days have become brighter and our nights a little less stress free
 Since we came together, this cheerful crazy bunch, our trio, us three

 We may be many miles apart, but our connection is crystal clear
 Poetry brought us together, we’ll be firm friends for many a year

A collaboration
co-written by:
Cassarah Nance
Jan Allison
Tim Smith

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The Elves Snow Party


Away up north where it’s snowing they say
the elves are preparing for Christmas day.
Big elves little elves, busier than bees
All building toys, for under Christmas trees.

Some work with hammers others building bikes,
some riding through the room on brand new trikes.
Tiny elf voices ringing loud and clear,
everyone’s full of love and Christmas cheer.

Suddenly the chatter stops; all are still,
Santa walked in the room with book and quill.
Looking down at his book, Santa Clause stared,
then lifted his eyebrows as he declared,

Today I looked inside my books
and I found that we are ahead,
and thought because you worked so hard 
we shall all go outside instead.
Misses Claus made lots of sweet treats
so let’s all eat and be hearty,
for today here at the North Pole
all elves shall have a snow party.

Quick as a wink the elves they disappeared,
Santa just smiled as he tugged at his beard.
Laughing he watched his little friends scatter
and soon the mountains echoed with laughter.

Snowballs were flying, snowmen taking form,
and hot chocolate kept little elves warm.
They were sledding, skiing, skating all day,
see, elves aren’t simply, all work and no play.



Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.29.2014
Contest: Children’s Christmas or Holiday Tale
1st place

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A Night At The O2 Bar With Maurice

Came in there slowly, gasping for air
Caught up by all our misery and despair
Maurice in the front, checking all things out
A breath of fresh air, is what he does scout

I come in shortly after, looking for a seat
Found one in the corner, dim lit and discrete
Maurice orders up, two huffs of pure gold
Supposed to stop us, from feeling too old 

A couple lovely ladies giving us the eye
Before I even knew it Maurice had said goodbye
He had left with a lady, the one with eyes of green 
Off to turn this princess into his personal queen

I was left alone, like many other times in my life
Feeling sad and lonely thinking about all my strife
Up walks this beauty and asks me for a dance
I couldn't get much sadder so I took a chance

She was a perfect angel and we held each other tight
Dancing and talking all throughout this great night
The bar was to close, so I took her by the hand
Walking under the moonlight, barefoot in the sand

We come upon a bon fire and two naked silhouettes 
Maurice and his lovely princess having no regrets
We lay down by the fire and gaze up in the sky
Dream about tomorrows, letting nothing pass us by








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Jan The Footle Queen-Collaboration

There's a green eyed lady we have seen
She gives to all hugs, smiles and love
Her footle  rhymes soar high above
I nominate her the official footle queen

Funny 
Hunny 


Goddess 
No less 


Witty 
Bitty 

Our queen 
Obscene

My dear 
I hear 

Flirty 
Dirty 

(mistake 
I make) 
Cassie's 
Sassy
 
Demand 
Not Jan 

We'll meet 
Retreat 

Some fun 
Rerun 

Rewind 
Til blind 

Her smile
Worthwhile

Big heart
Does fart

Blunder
Wonder

Our Jan
Big fan 


Collaboration with Casarah Nance


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HELP

I knew this day would come
When I'd lose you from my sight
I won't be able to devour you
I'll miss that scrumptious bite

Seems everyday you were there for me
You were my afternoon delight
So rich, nutty, and delicious
I should have held you tight

I feel so down without you
My senses are getting numb
You gave me such a pick me up
To your pleasure I'd succumb

I see you through the window
With my sad and longing eyes
I crave just one taste of you
Can't you hear my heartfelt cries

This machine wont take my quarters
I've tried again and again
I need you, my snickers bar
Anyone got change for a ten


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Nature Lover

I found a single feather on the ground.
I did wonder if it would make a sound.
So I tickled in across my daughters nose,
and what do you know a fun sound had arose.

The laughter brought from this brown little feather,
was better than all the toys I would get her.
Now when we walk we look down at the ground,
To see what other treasures can be found.
 
She had found a unique palm sized heart shaped stone.
A toad we had followed but left it alone.
The wildflowers in the woods we examined each
Oh it gives me chance to witness beauty and teach.

An adventure everyday we discover
What it means to be a nature lover.

For Contest: encore
a positive poem
06-30-2014

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Suck It

My mouth is watering at your sight
I can't wait for a taste, pure delight
One bite of you and my mouth quivers
Sending tingles up and down, I shiver 

Sweet and flavorful, juices drip from my chin
Leaving me happy, satisfied, and with a grin
It's been too long since I tasted that fruit
Ripe, round, and a little fuzzy, you're cute

Heaven on Earth, the perfect wet taste, slurp
Sucking her succulent juices dry, another slurp
In the height of summer up in the tree I reach
For my refreshing sweet fruit, I love you my peach

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A Debutante's Ball To Remember

A Debutante’s Ball to Remember
In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night, When I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight. Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society, To celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with gaiety.
In a dreamlike state, I felt like a princess with a golden crown, Making my grand entrance wearing a champagne chiffon gown. With matching gloves, and a pair of satin shoes on my tiny feet, My auburn hair was adorned with butterflies and posies sweet.
The ballroom was magically transformed with gas lights all aglow, And a glittering chandelier reflected on a highly polished mahogany floor. As the orchestra played, my body and soul were enraptured and consumed By its rendition of Ravel’s enthralling “La Valse” which pervaded the room.
Elegant ladies were all dressed to the nines in exquisite pastel gowns Of winter white, baby blue, powder pink, pale peach and beautiful browns. In tacit competition to out-best each other, social charms were well-honed, As they daintily fanned themselves and gossiped animatedly in hushed tones.
Refined gentlemen in their finely-tailored tails navigated the room to mingle, Keeping an eye out for eligible heiresses beautiful, graceful, and single. Wafts of mild masculine colognes came from discretely dabbed faces and hair; While the fresh feminine floral scent of French perfumes permeated the air.
Armed with a full dance card, I waltzed the night away with ardent admirers, Curtsying and coquettishly smiling, moving on to more exciting suitors. My enchanting evening climaxed with Strauss’s “Vienna Waltz” filling the hall. Oh, what a tale I will have to tell as my granddaughter prepares for her first ball!
11-21-2014

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A Quickie

Beautiful bubbles.
Holding my breath.
Blowing away.
Fun as we play.
Bubbles must burst.


For Contest: A Quickie
Sponsor: Skat A
Casarah Nance
06-19-2014

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The Flight of Bebo

Bebo was a bird
who could not fly
He kept flapping his wings 
'cause he knew he must try

There were two other birds 
that were laughing at him
As he was jumping and flapping
up high on a limb

It must be so hard 
to be stuck in a tree
Said, those two silly birds
That were laughing at me

I do not like you
get out of my tree
Don't you have somewhere to go?
Don't you have somewhere to be?

Bebo then said
let me get back to my endeavor 
Or, I'll be stuck in this tree
forever and ever

He knows he's a bird
he eats worms and sings
He just needs a good breeze
to get under his wings

Bebo worked hard all week 
to get into the air
Then he started to cry
Yelling, this isn't fair

With tears down his cheeks
Bebo looked at the sky
He said, I know I'm a bird
so why can't I fly?

The wind then spoke out
and said, It's not how you try
You must climb to the top
You must get really high

Then open your wings
and face into me
I will help you find flight 
just get up there, you'll see

Bebo went to the top
of his lonely old tree
He opened his wings
and, waited to see

The wind then picked up
and, carried him high
Bebo was laughing with joy
'cause now he could fly

From that day on
Bebo was happy with flight 
He said goodbye to his tree
and, then he flew out of sight

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The Dog of my Life

Shakespearean Sonnet

I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.

Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning 
Trying hard to get up on my leg.

Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment 
Your love has given my heart a lift.

Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.26.2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 
Contest: Pets
2nd

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Low Cost Airline

With the rules she is quite savvy
Yet she has to pay a levy
She knows for a fact
The weight is exact
But, madam, she is top-heavy.


--------------------------------------------------------------
This is an offshoot to Jan's "Lets All Embrace Big Boobs"
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Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest # 7
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 4th

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The Ferris Wheel

I can't describe just how I feel,
when I go round on a Ferris wheel,
the lights, they shine so bold and bright,
above the carnival grounds tonight.

My mood is uplifted into the air,
as my heart beats without a care,
I feel so free, as if I could fly,
with nothing between the ground and I.

The cool night wind flows in my hair,
the people look so small, way down there,
I hold my breath as I go over the top,
a feeling, surreal, I don't want to stop.

As fear escapes and I enjoy the ride,
I can't help but look down, over the side,
I am up among the stars and the moon,
an exciting feeling that ends, all too soon.





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elegant giraffes


He wondered if his verse was made for fools
and cretins that splish-splash alongside whales
composing dull sonnets was chased by bulls 
- by elegant giraffes and racing snails.

Amid the chickens in his country cot,
while gulping bourbon the pig-farmer writes
his scribble verse turns to an artless blot
and straight he gulps one more for his insights

Oh, detrimental muse of his confused,
absconding inspiration that evades
his talent which was alcohol-abused,
and like the content of each bottle, fades:

......Inspiring advent of a healthy burp
made pigs and chickens to comment "superb"!

© G. V. 06-27-2013 All rights reserved

Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest Name: The Lazy Contest

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Diamonds On The Dance Floor

Diamonds on the dance floor
Glittering rainbows beneath our feet
Let's let loose, show them more
Two hearts, one song, extreme heat.

The saxaphone plays honey sweet
Feel the music vibrate deep inside
Slow, steady determined feet
Upon the waxed floor a romantic slide

Spectacular without jealousy
The rhythm between perfection
The way you dance with me
Deep rooted this proud affection.

Diamonds on the dance floor
Glittering rainbows beneath our feet
You come close, I want more.
The fire is sparking, warm up in this heat.

All eyes on every step we take
Every word we write upon the world
Unbelievable music we make
I gleam of hope to be that girl.

A perfect night of steps, every footfall in place.
Feeling complete in your harmony, trusting embrace.
I know what I am dancing for
I am your diamond on the dance floor

~07-31-2014~


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WHAT WAS IS

            

Come my friend on a Slow Ride
through Photographs And Memories 
You don’t need to Runaway
just close your eyes and Drift Away
We’ll soar where the Freebird flies
ride the Ball Of Fire in the sky
Take the hand of the Dreamweaver
for a Magical Mystery Tour

Hey Jude come and go with us
for a ride on the Magic Bus
Or maybe in my Chevy Van
to search for Nowhere Man
It will be an Afternoon Delight
find Paradise By The Dashboard Light
The Carefree Highway will take us there
by Sundown if we only take care
It will be fine in The Long Run
We’ll find our dreams when we Follow The Sun

Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
Sylvia’s Mother said we left them all alone
Hotel California is being constructed
We’ll save it from The Eve Of Destruction
I see One Tin Soldier
having trouble with The Joker
Remember guys    you’ll have the Last Dance
if you only Give Peace A Chance

China Grove is our next stop
into the Black Water we’ll drop
A Long Train Running up into the sky
to Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds we’ll fly
We’ll play some music with a Slow Hand
sing with Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

Here Comes The Sun    our trip now is over
We’ll turn for home with thoughts of Crimson And Clover
To the Island Girl we’ll wave
but our Time In A Bottle we’ll save
Touch Me In The Morning     I’ll be the same
To stay as we are is The Name Of The Game
We found we’re still The Way We Were
Our Strange Magic needs no cure

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A Freak Comes Out At Night

I move with the grace of an angel in chains, move over Alice.
I'm walking into wonderland with a smile shy and callous.
Twenty two spikes on my belt buckle tonight, it'll be on the floor,
As I strut my stuff in fish net stocking, I'm a freak but not a whore.
If you see me looking in your direction with a smirk on my face,
You better stretch those muscles you're in for a five k race.
See these eyes they're darker than the racoons eye tattoo,
Yeah I'm like a wild animal and baby I got you in my view.
Sites sight, locked and loaded, I'm on the prowl like a panther,
Not like Steel, but the real deal, if that is what you are after.
It's not Halloween yet, but I'm dressing up, screaming boo in your ear,
Turn up the bass on your speakers, this beat you got to hear.

I'm a freak I ain't gonna lie, bite on your lips a little longer,
Wicked me, I make believe, these high heeled boots make me stronger.
I'm like super girl with cape and all and I'm ready to get high,
The freak comes out at night, so let's kiss this day time goodbye.


10-30-2014
casarah.altervista.org

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On Halloween Night

I hear the October winds whispering and I think it knows,
as the witching hour arrives and a harvest moon glows,
only once a year, do we celebrate death on Halloween night,
it is a time for remembrance, and not a time for fright.

As dead leaves come to life, once more, somehow they know,
on the twisted claw-like branches, I see the excitement grow,
black bats take their flight and wise owls call out to you,
it seems strange, but I imagine that they all know, too.

I ask you now, my dearly departed ancestors, to arise,
come and dance with me, there is no need for disguise,
on this one dark, Halloween night, it is the only time,
when we can feel truly alive and so morbidly sublime.

Let me wipe away the ancient moss from your tombstone,
come forth with dust and decay, your shroud and bone,
feel the warm glow from this carved out jack o' lantern,
and watch his lit, grinning soul, may it flicker and burn.

You must still remember the candy corn's sweet flavor,
and those crisp apples, with juicy bite after bite to savor,
it is only on this night when we can taste this rare treat,
and it is only on this Halloween night when we can meet.

Tonight will not be your usual haunting among the graves,
or beneath the dead willow tree, weeping, shackled like slaves,
you are free to wander, to celebrate, and honor our past,
until the morning sun rises, on this Eve that will not last.

So come with me now and our spirits will live once more,
as we roam down our old streets, and visit door to door,
let us go, and lead them all in our mysterious nighttime parade,
where we can finally be ourselves, no need for a masquerade.



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My New Year's Resolutions: Humor

I have tracked my New Year's Resolutions 
over the years these are my fantastic results.

Resolution One

2011: I will try to be more attentive to Lauren.
2012: I will pay more attention to what's her name...ah...Lori...I know I'm close.  
2013: I will try for reconciliation with Lo.
2014: I will try to be more attentive to Carol.

Resolution Two

2011: I will walk 35,000 steps a day this year.
2012: I will definitely start my walking routine this year at 10,000 steps a day.
2013: I will walk once a week.
2014: I will try to drive past a gym at least once a week.

Resolution Three

2008: I will not stare at women's cleavage .
2009: I will cut down the amount of time I stare at women's cleavage.
2010: I will stop being so obvious when I stare at women's cleavage.
2011: I will attempt to stop getting caught staring at women's cleavage.
2012: I will stop increasing the time I spend staring at women's cleavage.
2013: I will seek professional help as directed by the courts.
2014: I will try to stop starring at the female prison guards cleavage.

Resolution Four

2011: I will not let my siblings push me around.
2012: I will stick up for myself with at least one of my siblings.
2013: I will not let my siblings bullying depress me.
2014: I will talk to Dr. Potter and the group about my siblings.

Resolution Five

2008: I will read Clarissa this year all 1534 pages.
2009: I did not read Clarissa I will read Varney The Vampire all 866 pages.
2010: I will read the first 50 pages of Varney The Vampire this year.
2011: I will read some articles in the newspaper this year.
2012: I will try and finish the comics section this year.
2013: I will read one strip in the cartoon section this year.
2014: I will read the fortune cookie thingy the next time I have Chinese Food. 

18~12~2014
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest Name: New Year's Resolution 


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Casarah's Soup Party

I went to a garden party, where all the soupers came 
They didn't recognize me from my avatar, only from my name. 
And those who have only pictures of flowers or of bugs 
We sure did enjoy giving them a lot of kisses and hugs. 

Cause we all write now, we verse our stanzas well
We can't write for everyone, but we get to write ourselves

Soupers came for many miles, all the poets were there
Peter brought Vera, there was some magic in the air
And over in the garden, to the toad's surprise
Jan stood in Stan's shoes hiding in his disguise

Cause we all write now, we verse our stanzas well
We can't write for everyone, but we get to write ourselves

Lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah.

The music was lyrics the poets have all posted 
And wine and champagne were drunk when we toasted 
Said hello to Arthur, for he is one of the three
When he told his dirty limericks, it was time to leave

Cause we all write now, we verse our stanzas well
We can't write for everyone, but we get to write ourselves

Lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah) lot-in-dah-dah-dah.

Someone opened the bedroom door and found the Poet D.
Writing verse and greeting new poets, being nice as can be
If you go to Casarah's  party be ready to stay up all night
We will dance and write, with all our might, for poetry is our right

Cause we all write now, we verse our stanzas well
We can't write for everyone, but we get to write ourselves

Lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah) lot-in-dah-dah-dah.

Cause we all write now, we verse our stanzas well
We can't write for everyone, but we get to write ourselves

*sung to the music of "Garden Party"
Tim Smith
Dave's Dreams Contest
6/28/2014

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Bullet Proof

                     Bullet Proof

If I was a bullet I would travel real fast
Take showers in the past
Use gun powder to keep me dry
Shop at Target
And avoid people at all cost
If I was a bullet I would buy a gun
A small one, for company
Challenge Superman to a race
Or simply let him leap tall buildings, if he were so inclined
As I leap to my own conclusions by his side
If I was a bullet I would go to Mexico
Drink tequila real slow to get inebriated 
Finish off bottles of 90 proof vodka to prove a point
That I can become bullet proof in any old joint


9/01/14 The Poet - Poetry contest

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Portmanteus

I'm just swingin' in
my hammock, 
Just chillaxing,
sexting my best boy.

He says "I want to
smack that my
bootylicious baby,
Do ya wanna come
over to my crib and
get our freak on?"

I wrote him back
saying "I'm diggin'
your slanguage, 
but I'm busy right
now, yo, I got work
to do."

"Work ain't all
that, I'll give you
a threepeat of last
night" he writes.

"Oh that sounds so
fantabulous!
Your kisses were so
delishful,
but baby I gotsta
work!"

"Whatcha workin'?"

"A little
literotica, some
faction,
cuz you know baby,
I'm a sexpert now!"

"Sounds like a good
time, I know ya know
how to play that."
He types.

I lay back in my
hammock, eyes to the
clouds
J-lo in my
headphones, writing
my poetry.
When I get a text
titled.
I got something
ginormous for
you.
So I open the email
and see a picture of
a huge chocolate
cake.
I text back my baby
and say 
"I'm on my
way!"


For Contest
PORTMANTEUS
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
Date 08-04-2014

Words:
chillaxing-chilling/relaxing
sexting-sex/texting
bootylicious-booty/delicious
slanguage-slang/language
threepeat-three/repeat
fantabulous-fantastic/fabulous
delishful-delightful/delicious
literotica-literature/erotica
sexpert-sex/expert
J-lo-Jennifer/Lopez
ginormous-gigantic/enormous
email-electronic/mail