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Long poem by Diane Lefebvre | Details |

New Shoes For Mike And Molly

Millie Mable Millipede was worried by the news.
Mike and Molly Millipede would soon need winter shoes.
Their itsy, bitsy, tiny feet, until now free and bare,
Were leaving cold and frosty foot prints almost everywhere.

Winter soon would visit, with the ground all hard and white.
A millipede not wearing shoes might be a dreadful sight.
For all you ‘people’ children, buying shoes is just a treat.
The reason for this being is, you only have two feet.

You try one on and lace it up and if it's not too snug;
The other shoe, is put on too, then tested on the rug.	
And if they fit, you may be sent, outdoors to run and play. 
Without one hundred stiff, new shoes getting in your way.

The problem with all millipedes, a dilemma . . it is true,
Is fitting one foot at a time, with one good fitting shoe.
For if you have one hundred feet, all bare and black as soot;
It's hard to figure out real fast, where each shoe should get put.
						
And soon all little millipedes get bored and squirm about.
A squirmy, wormy millipede can make a clerk a grouch.
Were all the shoes kept in one house they'd fill the empty space.
Out the back door, down the street; you'd find them everyplace.

Hundreds in the attic and hundreds in the shed.
Shoes peeking out the windows, shoes stacked beneath each bed.
Shoes filling up the cellar and lining hallways too;
And where would Millie find the room to keep her favorite shoes?

Now comes another problem when you wear a lot of shoes:
Keeping track of hundreds; there’d be some shoes you’d just loose.   
And the shoes need be like slippers, with no ties of any kind.
For millipedes to tie each tie, would take far too much time.

It would make them late for school, for lunchtime and for play.
Tying shoes is how the 'pedes' would spend most of each day.
They'd be behind in everything; why nothing'd come out right.
They'd still be tying their last shoe at bedtime every night.

To add to this, there comes another awful, dreadful thought.
For safety's sake each lace need be tied in a double knot.
When finally comes the time to tuck each little 'pede' in bed;
Those double knots might make a mommy millipede see red.

Millie Mable Millipede knew she was in the stew.
Dealing with her children's feet was more than she could do.
She thought a lot and then some more, until her brain felt dead.
And then a bright, white light went off, in the left side of her head.

She had the problem figured out and how to make it end.
Her children's many feet would be all toasty warm again.
Now Millie, Mike and Molly need no winter shoes at all,
Since moving south to Florida, where they now grow strong and tall.
						
Pale Moon Lagoon has now been picked, to run and jump and play.
If you should choose to look around, you’ll find them there today.
They live beneath the rocks and logs, their feet all bare and free.
And when you have one hundred feet, that’s just how it should be.


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Peter Dome | Details |

I'm sure I saw a Pixie wave to me from a train

It was a warm summers day and I was walking down the lane
when suddenly
I'm sure I saw a pixie
waving to me from a train
And later I saw him again
A Pixie waving to me from a train.

''Yoo hoo''

Well! I was so surprised I scratched my head
and had to pinch myself
just in case I was dreaming in my bed.

So I carried on with my walk
down the lane
when suddenly
I heard someone laughing at me

''he he he''
I turned around to see a cheeky laughing Elf
sitting in a tree.

I tickled his Belly
and he chuckled with glee

''eee eee e''.

He was hungry
so we built a campfire
and toasted muffins for our tea.

The Elf was so thankful
he gave me three wishes
But!
I gave them away
to the Pixie on the train I saw waving to me
from the train earlier that day.

You see sometimes
it gives you more pleasure to give than 
receive
to those who need it
more than we.

So the next time
you see a train go by
you just might see
A Pixie on a 
train
wave at you
like he did to me.




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Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Details |

Jigsaw Puzzle

(Manifesto) 

VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of 
guillotines!… 

VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in motel prayer-nights 
separated from unholy echoes and junkyard dogs yapping the insanity by disdain mating 
hysterical drools with refried rectitude, masticating giggling shame: “That dog, there, lifting a 
leg, there, back-alley sodomy of wetness in air – Hush, mentioned for headstones only” 
strewn among graveyards, sweet-jeezus jukeboxes purple-trumpeting along the borders of 
Their juice: “Yes, Holy! Holy! Holy!” screaming down the Holy Ghost and Fire in prayer-
gutters backbiting along time of choicely chosen madonnas weeping children dear-jeezus-
glittering through open legs into angst, screaming tilted jigsaw puzzle pizza-glitzy jive for 
crumbling bridges back and forth between us and wrinkles of self-righteously disgusted 
divinity… 

VI … bloodcurse-running! 

V … in dark rain! Red Sea deluges of body burning with love or shame-delight while 
lightnings flash through babies’ mouths giggling thunder rattling screaming jigsaw puzzle 
dripping into gelled pots of leftover Judgement “Not here, not there, not any nor every when 
or now!” “Jilt the proper puke! Go with pyromania! Torch the Dogma State! – the pimps of 
puppy pimple-love!” who juggle governed durges of rote, “Save the children!” - lapdogs 
yipping the absurd reprobation of cloned devotion drowning unwashed questions, non-visa 
versa versus vice: “Dead business liturgy!… 

IV … confessing in whimpers while love returns unwashed by tears of joy with eyes unwept 
and blank - chameleon colors change with choice of sins - the tilt, undropped shoe, The Word 
beyond all words waiting in the hush of The Timeless Whisper, the sighing , yet, of a stinging 
sweetness: blushing dawn draped like a Bridal Veil! Hear it, touch the deep Hymnal-Wraith 
when the darkness yawns and Gypsy-Sun slips mirthy skyward with giggle of wind in birth - 
stallions chasing mares, babies playing the alleys of apple-cider autumn, Soon, amethyst-
glittter of dusk and Gypsy-Sun kiosk-safe beyond; moon, then, perhaps, and lovers’ 
juxtaposition before rooster-purple dawn with All contained in all, 

III … and the why of how, when and where, the where of how, when and why… all we, here, 
in roads, fields, cradles, in streets… 

II … the rain! - the dark rain!… 

I … ascending silence like cathedral-chills of tomb up spine… 

O… oh sweet, snorting jeezus…

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Year Posted 2010


Long poem by Matt Langdon | Details |

Her Name Is Taylor Swift Part 1

Back when I turned Fifteen
Silverchair were top of charts
And every time I heard it
Well my guts made rancid farts
See I preferred cold chisel
Midnight Oil, L.R.B
But the Change in modern music
Well it always Haunted me

See by then we had the Backstreet Boys
Nsync and Savage Garden
And with Britney and Christina
I said things you'll need to pardon
I thought, "well, Everything Has Changed"
And screamed a "Long Live rock!"
Then I had to tell myself to Breathe
T'was Breathless and in shock

See through all this, I tried to find
A Place In This World
And though I acted Fearless
In the fetal position I curled
See music was getting Crazier, "Dear John..."
Yeah I blasphemed!
Acca, Chisel, L.R.B
Stay Stay Stay I screamed!

By this time Ronan Keating
Had caused Teardrops On My Guitar
As a rock head give Tim McGraw
Or any country star!
See this was The Moment I Knew
Things from here would just get worse
The music of today
Like a Treacherous audible curse!

Now the year that I turned 22
Nelly was number one
And the first time was The Last Time
That I let the radio run
The song before was Pearl Jam's
Last Kiss, oh what a song
After that I got distracted
And well that's where things went wrong!

See the car that pulled up next to us
Were tuned to the same station
And me mates had their Eyes Open
And their faces screamed elation
I looked across and smiled
But to me mates I Should've Said No!
They said t'was Sweeter Than Fiction
"C'mon, chase 'em man let's go!"

I will say this, those girls were hot
We punched above our weight
Cause only in our Wildest Dreams
Could we have scored a date!
Like some Enchanted fairytale
The next lights, they turned Red
No boy’s night in at my place
T'were New Romantics there instead

Now I know only All Too Well
What you're about to say
Had it not been for that song
Things would've gone a different way
Now let me just explain to you
Those three years that I lost
A labotomy through the backside
Would have come at lesser cost!

See all I ever heard was
"Ooh its Nelly, there's Our Song
You Belong With Me
Oh baby how could this be wrong"
But she boxed up all me Acca,
Barnsey-Oils-LRB
T'was then I should've kicked her out
Could've done it painlessly

Then one day home from work
Stereo blaring Michael Bubble
T'was then I should've said to her
I Knew You Were Trouble!
I thought then I should Speak Now
'Fore I lose my sanity
'Cause Superman couldn't cope
With this crap constantly!

(Continued in part 2)

Copyright © Matt Langdon | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Joel Thornton | Details |

Spy vs Poet - pen trickery

Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks 

Disloyalty - The Perfidy - eye-witness – an errant scheme 
Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke! - I the spy got an eye full it seems. 

A lie – a guise – eyesore - obvious & obscene 
Lying to a liar, eye for an eye, i spy, seems fair to me 

Fairness? ashes to fire, eyes of the spy stare - choke with antipathy 
Agent, you should care less- i echoed your morals - you're the only psychopath for me. 

Black-ops - My heart stops – deplorable – still I see this secret path. – spying on destiny 
Special ops-special kind of special -no concern for collateral wrath, abandoned protocol, to spy on me 

An echo back - a laugh - I spy within your eyes at last - an encumbered immortality 
A new attack -a giggle- encumbered within portal as well, charged for weaponized poetry
A sign to act – a symbol – rumored derision – in the cradle of hell - rediscover – unutilized Creativity
So with no further hesitation, regards to this investigation, endless determination : speak your goals to me
I spy now confessor, my beautiful complication, I spied from the noblest intentions, I spied out of love and adoration, - entangled souls - a predetermined destiny without other goals I focused myopically 
This poet feared aggressor, set traps to lead to implication, no foresight for prevention. 

Could've avoided some damnation- spiralled out of control- nothings predetermined with me. 

I sensed it spy -I know you guy- but you're crafty to a fault. 
I know not why - or just in portal you lie-i take it with a grain of salt 

I followed some leads- confessed and made up false deeds- to lure you out somehow 
Your pen enslaved-up until bedave- how come I feel love for you now. 

Ultimate entrapment - not taking the rap for it, I will not turn myself in 
Your wire taps hint- level of ridiculous shit- same prison, different pen. 
You're a true romantic, through and through - have good intentions and i know it too, ineed you to see 
You're coming at me cape on back-understanding of situation you lack- black and white files don't show you meme 

These places-these faces-you so deserately seek to spare me from 
Were salvation, took me in no hesitation, I call them my home 

I am struggling now, confused some how, of who's right or who's wrong 
Red handed you said-portaless tape red- now, you state where i belong 

Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Charmaine Chircop | Details |

Feel ME..

Feel me an emotion deep inside your heart,a soft crimson rose reicarnated,
a red heart full of velvet petals ,birthed from a white wild simple daisy 
embroided in mystique passion,a bacchus of wine in finest aroma of verses,
and deepest thoughts of you.Feel me ,as I come back to you,in your night,a 
gentle sweet wind through your open window, caressing your face,breezing you 
in  a sweet dream,breathin you in,lullabying you on a ride just for two,me and 
you,in a beautiful  forest  by the lake,lying down on a carpet of golden 
leaves.Feel me there,once again,Feel me so very close to you.taste me,taste 
my juicy strawberry lips as we kiss,a wet kiss.Feel me in the fresh liquid 
raidrops cleansing your mind,from every worry,from every trouble, as i pat your 
back,and listen to you,to your wants,to your needs,and to your every 
thought.Let me listen to your silent voice,echoing inside my own existence!Let 
me feel you,your wishes,your dreams,your past,your present,Let me listen to 
who you are and what you are,what you want,let me be here,feel me,cos I am 
here for you.Feel that little soft spot in my heart,that soft spot full of 
love and warmth ,reserved just for you.Feel me as we dream,as we hug,as we 
snog,under yesterday's lanterne,in the park,holding hands ,once again.
Feel me as we walk and talk,smile and giggle all the way,Feel me as we lie on 
the rocks,gazing in each other's eyes,cheered by tamed silver waves,covered 
by a warm balnket of shining  stars,Hugging the golden Moon,in blue black 
velvet skies.Feel me as i dip my brush  in oils,painting this path,a garden of 
Eden,created just for you.A path of coloured rainbows where we can walk.where 
we can dream,where we can live and love,where we will never lose each other 
again.A path where emotions and feelings aren't hid.a path, where i will always 
feel loved by you,and you will always feel loved by me.Feel me a candle flame 
born just for you.I don't wanna go away again,I want to stay here with you.I 
don't want you to go away,I want you to stay here,with me.I want you to love 
me ,as you did in the past,I want to feel your passion,your love  once again,I 
want to feel your hearbeat,that heart, i loved so much.I want, need to know 
you love me still. Feel my love,cos i always loved you ,and I always will.Feel me 
as your  hand cups my breast.Let your palm feel the drumming of my 
heart,Feel me, cos I'm still so much in love with you.


Charma

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010


Long poem by busane shoba | Details |

Love you always

Now that the rain is gone,

I can see clearly again.

I can make comparisons

 between the stars and your eyes.

Because they shine alike,

And both carry unsung beauty.


Like an artist takes time to perfect their work,

 so was the creator when it was ya turn with his hands.

you must have been born on a sunday,

when God was taking a rest from earthly events

and he took all the time with you. 

You are God sent,

 I was lucky to have you,

That is why i will never loose you,

As precious as diamonds are to many,

 you are to me.


you are a part of me now,

Ma wish is you hold me as special as I do to my life. 

When a day passes by without seeing me,

Do not cry for me,

because oceans alike,

your cheeks will be,

I won't be anywhere to wipe away the tears,

 

but will not forsake you,

every time I turn ma back and walk away from you,

It is not meant to be forever,

 I will be back to be with you,

Whatever circumstances may stand in our way,

 we shall overcome,

 For in tandem we will rise

and in tandem we will be stalled as the road narrows,



True love is what guides what we have,

Forever we shall hold on to each other

 as each day brings joy to our lives,

 enriched with love and devotion,

because love and devotion are as earth and sky are,

ONE

neither exists without the other.

may you be blessed with the infinite joy from such a love,

let happiness bring light to our lifes,

so we can pull thru and stay together forever,

and lets bring comfort to each other,



i will hold you in my arms evry chance i get,

and even if the missisippi flows down your cheeks

from your eyes, i will keep them  dry....

when nights become cold

i will hold you in my arms and keep you warm.

for the long nights i will hold you gently

and let you enjoy the beutiful sleep

i will watch over the sleepning beauty

 and wonder how God came to create such as you,

and during the day i will keep you company

 and put a smile on the cute face of yours

I will kiss your lips that are so soft and sweet,

then move on to your cheek that are so smooth and unique.

and wait for giggle for i know it will come,

i love you.



this isn't a game but true love is the name.

It's an everlasting love we endure

a love so clean and so pure.

A love so deep yet unseen.

forever truely yours..............

Copyright © busane shoba | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Julia Hill | Details |

Down, Down Baby: Remembering When

There's something magical that happens when 
you are 10 years old, chasing butterflies, 
skipping stones, riding little pink bicycles
with streamers and white baskets on the handle 
bars with a big yellow sunflower on the front.

Roller skating down the street that looks like it
would swallow you whole, and revisit that same
street as an adult and think as you smile to yourself,
 "what was all the fuss about?" 

Remembering when-

The wind flowed through your tangled hair, because
when you were 10 you weren't worried if the boys seen
you with a "bad hair day!" 

Remembering hop scotch, and jumping rope.
Playing jacks, and sipping cokes.
Reminded of honeysuckle scented vines, 
picking a few and licking the honey right then 
and there. 

Not a care in the world. 

Me and my best friend singing as loudly as we
could "Down, down baby, down by the roller coaster.
Sweet, sweet baby, I'll never let you go."  Clapping our 
hands in perfect timing with the other, like a well oiled
machine. Never missing a beat. Going faster and faster
until our little hands and arms were worn out.

Climbing that big tree in her mom's back yard. We 
both climbed to the tree top, with her mom
yelling out the door, not realizing we were about 50 feet
in the air. We would giggle and she would tell 
us to come down, and we did. Even thought we didn't 
want to. She must have been horrified knowing we were
that high in the tree.

(We were 6 at that time)

Some of the most fun times I had as a child were with 
her. We even fought over who was going to be Shaun 
Cassidy's girlfriend. She always won, because I always 
seemed to give in, and take the other guy, just to keep
peace. Even though I was sad she didn't want to share
with me.

(I honestly didn't care, I just secretly wanted to like him
with her as if we were one soul, one heart. BFF's forever)

Because-

We did everything together.

Then we grew up.

Lost touch.
Regained it.
Had children.
Lost it again.
Found it once more.


Now  here we meet again, instead of 10, we are 38, nearing
the 40 mark.
I still love her today, as I did in 1974. When we first
met in kindergarten.

I've spent my lifetime thus far with her in it somewhere, either
in my heart or on my mind. 

We can still make each other laugh hysterically.

Remembering when, yet making new memories today.

Now there's just something magical about that.

Copyright © Julia Hill | Year Posted 2007


Long poem by Cat Way | Details |

Birthday Tears

A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has dibs on. So elegantly outlined in more black lace, this cake is not for a funeral, no of course not. It's for me and the year that passed, for the one coming my way at full speed, the year of tears and stress. The year of chores and closed doors. Birthdays were never my strong point, they always make me sweep. Makes me want to just draw the curtains and sleep the day away, but no that would be letting me off the hook. Much too easy, everyone must talk big and do nothing. The sickening smell of plastic and mold radiate from the cake, must of been on clearance from the bakery down the street. They show up at my door bearing a balloon and small bag and this atrocious cake. Mother always said it's not how good the gft is it's the fact they got one. I must smile and hold it all in till they leave but in the meantime blow out these taunting candles and force down the oily sponge. Open the gift, a bag inside a bag, a old plaid, partly fake shiny leather purse that only a five year old diva would love. The leathery fur lining the mouth of this little monster is coming off with every touch, wonder where they got this thing, but you must be nice and give them the meanness only middle school girls can pull of, the meanness with a smile and a dis but thanks all in one. I rather think of anything right now, terrible “gifts” or the fact they showed up without even picking up a phone, anything than standing here with this thing burning on my kitchen counter waiting for the howled song to be over to blow this thing out and get alone again. Go back upstairs to my little nirvana and sleep the rest of this nightmare away. All their four faces glare at me, they know exactly what I’m thinking. One stands with my balloon in her giant hands and bounces it off my head, how I wish I could take the string and strangle her with it but I do a half assed giggle and ignore it, she keeps doing it, finally her mother has the brainpower to yell at her to stop. Even she knows I will attack, don't you think I’m on edge enough as is? I feel like the candle, starting to sweat like hot wax, hands grip the knife mom handed me and can't wait to cut this thing. Big breath, be sure to get them all in one try, pretend to knock ‘em all dead.

Copyright © Cat Way | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Matt Langdon | Details |

Her Name Is Taylor Swift Part 3

I looked at Dale and said
"Good to see you've got me back
I said to keep ya trap shut!"
Then I gave his arm a whack
Then I smiled at Jess and said "That day
I was The Lucky One
Without you there, I could go
And finally have some fun!"

T'was the first of many break ups
God only knows why we kept tryin’
But her taste in music
Was the reason it kept dyin’
The biggest problem was when I thought
I was Safe And Sound
I'd have my music cranked
Then unannounced she'd come around

Well in our final argument
"Stay Beautiful!" I yelled
"You and your Style of music
Consider yourselves expelled!"
She screamed back "We Are Never Ever
Getting Back Together!"
Out Of The Woods I finally marched
Straight into nicer weather!

Now If This Was A Movie
I'd be Innocent after all
But being with a girl that hot
Feels like a Jump Then Fall
Talk about control freak
Worst I've seen in quite a while!
A narcicist who did it
Tied Together With A Smile

Yeah the break up, it was messy
I think that girl's bipolar
She went from "Let's Begin Again."
To a bodyline fast bowler!
"All You Had To Do Was Stay
Forever And Always"
To "The Way I Loved You
You shouldve sung my praise!"

At the height of this a tourist ad
Said "Welcome To New York"
A distraction that I welcomed
From thoughts of death by blunted fork!
Despite all this, yeah there were times
That over her I'd yearn
But the "punch" reminds me she is just
A Picture To Burn

Now all this over music
Man my head was in a whirl!
Now kiddies let me tell you
That's not How You Get The Girl
If she'd only let me listen
To some Angels, INXS
Then maybe we both say "I do"
But oh well, I digress

You know, I probably coulda saved it
When I think ‘bout Geoff and Mary
Mary drove the other car
And I thought looked kinda scary
Now Geoff will Never Grow Up
He's like a teenage kid in love
And as sickening as it was to watch
Those two fit like a glove

Then one day Geoff came round
With a CD he'd recorded
A song he wrote to propose
And somehow got rewarded
T'was Mary's Song (Oh My My My)
"Hey Stephen, where's that Beiber!"
A song so bad I almost
Became a Belieber

Well both of them are married now
And, well, so am i
And my daughters’ taste in music
Often makes me cry!
See I have an understanding
With my current wife
T'was Clean of all pop music
Now I'm headed back for strife!

(Continued Part 4)

Copyright © Matt Langdon | Year Posted 2016


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