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When you are writing a poem
or a book or your name a letter
you must use plenty of flourish
which to me means something
must shine out to be seen
and noticed and remembered
by whomever is reading your creation
Mark Twain said that using 
the right word can be compared to
lightning and a lightning bug

Copyright © william fox | Year Posted 2015

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A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and it's growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond .” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb singing "evolution conception a world beyond - evolution conceives a world afar."
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure, so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “ Mmmm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that .” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
Jack’s Next Adventure
As Jack planned he would make two weapons and use them if needed. He would take some food with him for his sustenance and a change of clothes for his comfort. He must travel lightly. He cannot be overloaded. This was an adventure to discover the beyond and then return home. He would set some landmarks as he journey within this other world to ensure that he could return to his beanstalk, therefore, assuring his returning home and thus, hopefully safely. Day ten, after the discovery of this world beyond, Jake began to climb his beanstalk once again. Now know that this City that Jack was from had many beanstalks. Did Jack think he was only one with this discovery? Everyone had to plant their own individual beanstalk. Was Jack’s the only one with a world beyond or did he share this with others? Secrets were known to be kept in City of the Bean People forever. Well now Jack had arrived into this other world beyond via his beanstalk. It was a flora place and no one was stirring about. He walked and walked and walked until he came to a cellulosic world. Amidst these cell walls of plants and algae was a cave-like house. He heard loud snoring. He felt to see had he lost his weapons. He had not. Jake entered the house. At first he saw feet then legs. These legs were very long but finally he arrived at the knee caps about 6 minutes later. He knew then that this was a big, big person. He became afraid, but he tiptoed on. He discovered the Giant. He was not about to wake him. Jake decided it was time to end this adventure for now and return home. It took Jack about 1 day to complete his journey home. Nevertheless, he knew he would be back to meet this big person. He had to so that he could discover this world beyond forever. Meaning, he desired the world beyond to be part of his constructed life; therefore, he knew he would fulfill his desire.
Jake did not remove his landmarks on his journey home from his last adventure that took him into the world beyond. He would travel via these landmarks so that he knew how to get back to the Giant’s home. Two weeks later Jake went on his third adventure. His plan was to meet this Big Person and become friends with him if this was possible. He knew his life could be endangered because he was a small man, but he had to find out if this Giant could be his friend. So Jake went on his merriment way singing: “ This will be quite an adventure. The third trip to what I will call Giantvillism. It’s quite a beautiful place to me, as I see life forming and then there’s this Big Person. Giant he will be call, quite scary after all; however, very much worth the adventure and a connection to his world .” Jake stopped singing and walked quietly, continuing on his journey, as he completed climbing his beanstalk. As Jake continued on his journey to Giant’s home, he constantly discovered new knowledge about Giantvillism. Everything was cellulosic. But he notices that some of these cellulosic things may be able to take human life form. However, it seemed that they needed triggering. An evolutionary world he had discovered with biological means and after he met Giant and if they became friends, he would find this world’s trigger point because it was necessary and should be develop and this is the premise he would live by and also influence Giant to do the same through his instruction, if needed. Hopefully, Giant may know how to do this himself but needed a motivator. Jake knew well that he was that and more. Jake perceived himself as quite powerful. Halfway to Giant’s home Jake felt aspiration and became aspirated and as usually, began to sing while breathing out. He continued his singing merrily and almost ran into Giant who was outside his home. Jake found himself no more than twenty feet away from Giant when he saw his legs in a standing position. Jake did a double-take and hid behind an object he did not have a name for but if he described it, it would be to him a big fossil plant or maybe an artifact of this world. Giant began to move and it seems as if he was humming. However, Jake decided he was singing in his native language, which words sounded like those of a hummingbird. Jake needed a plan of approach and while he was thinking, he fell asleep behind the big fossil plant.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Jake’s Two Week Stay
Jake Castle began to think about Giant and Maddy. Looking in his case he decided to write a melody for when he brings his family, which include Nefa (his wife) and his three children (Jake, Jr. who was named after Jake, Nefreda Maria who was named after Nefa whose name was Nefreda Marie, and Joseph), to Giantvillism on his next visit in which they would perform this melody for the Giant and Maddy. And, of course, Giant and Maddy would be included in this performance.
Jake’s Melody
From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world stands Giant and Maddy - two of the same. What well they do with their knowledge? Well, Giant states there will be more evolvement! From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Why are they cousins? They cellulosic life forms are from the Big People cell. From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Do you think there will be more like them? Will Giant speak? I am in this melody and Jake calls me Giant. My people have started evolving, therefore, more than sure; there will be more of me and Maddy. Jake now knows of my hidden strength and that is through other’s writings. From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Jake has visited Giant many times and now Maddy is here twice. Family I bring for number thirteen and now we will tell what we have seen ! Jake finished his melody and went to where Giant and Maddy was standing. He did not say anything to Giant about his mental abilities. Jake felt he should wait to see would Giant ever share out or would he keeps this a secret. This would tell Jake what he needed to know and how to go when evolving continued. Jake pulled Giant’s shirt. “Hello Giant, I have awakened.” “Oh, of course, Jake; you are back and ready to journey with Maddy and I,” asked Giant? “And Jake, my real name is Herbert but you can call me Giant. I have become kind of fond of that nickname,” stated Giant. Jake responded and said, “You shall be Herbert the Giant and your name shall be shortened to Giant. However, do you have a surname or a last name?” Herbert the Giant states: “My people last name is Big People. Therefore, my last name would be Herbert of the Big People, which you have substituted for the Giant.” Jake ask, “Which would you prefer, Herbert the Giant or Herbert of the Big People?” Giant said softly, “Jake please call me Giant as a nickname but my real name has to remain Herbert of the Big People.” Jake said, “Well do!”
The Big Person Stone
Maddy had many things to tell Giant and Jake, but he had also one thing to hide and that was a secret he kept deep inside. Every morning Maddy woke with a glow and Giant would ask: “Are you well Maddy?” Maddy’s response was: “I am growing Giant and that’s why I glow!” “ Glow Maddy, Glow; Go Maddy, Go; Grow Maddy, Grow !” stated Giant.” “Reason being that I know Maddy’s secret and he will keep this secret because it is just us two and never will he tell the truth. Nevertheless, the truth will be revealed when the stone of life plants a tree,” sang Giant. “Maddy will wonder should he tell me.” Maddy continues to glow for about three years. He grew just as tall as he could be, which is 7 feet “3” inches. Cells were formed on this tree and Maddy wife was one from this blessing. Giant did not seek Maddy for an explanation but stated to Maddy he still possessed his secret and that is when Maddy spoke of the stone and Giant and he became blood. And all know this is when a family was formed. The Big People Stone created the monarchy that ruled Giantvillism. Giant would be the King and Maddy was part of the Royal Family. This was not known to Jake and his family and would be revealed when Jake returned in late December. Many surprises are in store for Jake of the Bean People. Giant and Maddy will be the presenters. __________________________________________________________________|

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Once Jack awoke, he began to plan his approach. As he was doing this, he noticed many things about the environment that surrounded him. He paid close attention because these things would help him plan his approach more accurately to Giant’s being. This was home so therefore, it must affect him in some way somehow. The algae changed colors. The cells breathe and the air sometimes hyperventilated when it was required by the cellulosic life forming in Giantvillism. Thus, Giant could be startled and Jake could get his attention by talking to him this time until he knew it was appropriate to meet. That is when one did not fear the other. Jake expressed himself as the in-depth intellectual. Giant appeared and Jake said in his native language: “Hello Big Person. I have given you a name– Giant.” Giant looked startled. However, Giant said in his native language, which for whatever reason Jake understood: “Are you here on a visit? Are you cellulosic as well or something else?” Jake sense that someone or something else had visited here before so he asked: “Do you have many visitors?” Giant responded normally: “Yes, of the cellulosic kind but I feel you are different because you chose to hide.” Jake said: “We must get to know each other first and be comfortable with the knowledge that I am not like here before I come out of hiding. Giant, as I call you, I will know when that is appropriate or when it is time for us to meet in person. I will be back and we will get to know each other more. However, this time we must not because I sense your apprehension and you sense mine. Courage will be both our stance and maybe the vibes will tell us that the next time. Do you agree?” Giant says: “Yes go!” Jack found that Giant may be visually stronger than him but was not going to use that ability to seek him out this time. He asked himself why and left quietly. These meetings took place for several weeks when Giant stated: “Hello Jack and I do thank you for telling me your name. You may go but on your next visit we will meet in person. You know I am visually better than you and maybe once I seek you out, the next time you are in my village, I will tell you more! Bye for now and I’ll await your next visit. I will know when you arrive.” Jake said: “Thanks, and I will ponder over this for a moment before my return. Bye for now!” Jack leaves well pleased and [the] Giant sneeze, smiles and leave walking in the opposite direction of Jack as if by pure coincidence. Nevertheless, Jake did not sense this.
City of the Bean People
The City of the Bean People is quite a beautiful place. It is such a pleasant environment that no one mocks it in any way. The Bean People create landmarks that are individualized and part of each individual’s mind in which others cannot define. Jake has his own personal beanstalk as everyone does, therefore, this is how this is done. As a life formed, The Bean People remain little girls and boys even as adults in which age is just a number and mortal life is that of an immortal. The tallest male in the city is about 5 “7” and the shortest male is about 4 “9,” however, this is the majority of the time. Jake was one of the rare ones. He stood at 5 “6 ½” tall. The tallest female in the city was 5 “5” and the shortest female was 4 “7”. Nefa, Jake’s wife, stood at 4 “9” in which many of the females in City of the Bean People possessed the same height. Thus, one would know that Jake married because he loved Nefa as he did his own life. This is told because more than often in City of the Bean People marriage was chosen based on height and everyone want to be mated just right. Physical fitness was not an issue. Because this City was individually bean stalked, everyone climbed and walked. Obesity was not seen. More or less, in City of the Bean People, they were fine specimens of human beings. Body tight and muscles in place, City of the Bean People was ahead of nations in exercise, healthcare, and life span with a low mortality rate. Morals and principality were practice though The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest. Each male and female had to adapt to this doctrine in their own way and integrate it into the family once they became adults and mated in which marriage was mandated. The Bean People religion was denominational in which they called themselves Prosperus because they have lived their lives in abundance and prosperity since their creation and/or cellulosic existence - never being ill or poor always maintaining their subsistence.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Religious gatherings happen on Thursday as well in Bean’s Cathedral.  The Scribes would read from The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest and the Bean people who attended would be blessed for a greater existence in which this would prepare them to covenant in Bean Town on Thursday night.  Their partying was very diverse.  They did not drink liquor but had many things to drink and a lot of food to eat.  Those that did not attend would be attending to last minute business in which the Scribes understood and blessed them with The Smoke of Missing Hope during Bean’s Cathedral Religious Gathering.  Once this was done all was well in City of the Bean People and Bean Town tinkled.

Jake’s Return to Giantvillism
Now Jake was quite ready to return to Giantvillism, however, he wanted to be prepared for whatever. So on the day of his departure, which was three months from the last; he gathered has weapons and added a flask of merriment. This he would give to Giant as a gift. As always, Jake begin to sing: “ I am going to give Giant a gift. A flask of merriment and he will enjoy this. Therefore, I’m on my way to Giantvillism and maybe Giant and I will travel beyond into his cellulosic world !” Jake began to climb his beanstalk, which took three hours to the top. Once he finally made it to solid ground, Jake began to walk. He knew his way well now because of the eleven times he had visit Giant and this was the twelfth. Jake felt at ease and please with being here in which he knew that Giant awaited his return and that Giant knew he was coming [this day]. As Jake travel on to Giant’s cave, he discovered that some of the cellulosic life forms had evolved. He saw a little man building a house and stop to converse, however, the little man, did not seem to hear a word spoken so Jake tapped him on the shoulder and both the little man and the house he was constructing vanished. Jake walked on until he came upon a woman with four children and she spoke to Jake. “Hello, Jake! So, you return today.” Jake was overwhelmed. She knew his name, but he did not know hers. Jake responded: “What is your name my lady? I do not know yours, however, you do know mine.” “My name is Melody. I am a gypsy. Therefore, I know things that Bean People do not.” Jake became fascinated and asked: “How do you know that I am a Bean person?” Melody answered and said: “Well gypsies have insight into others’ lives or life lines and Jake with you, it is your height, which is the factor. I must go now with my four and maybe I will see you again to tell you some more.” Jake smiled and bid her farewell and not a goodbye. “About five miles”, Jake thought “and I will be at Giant’s house.” Humming and then he begin to sing because he knew this would make time leave much sooner. This is the melody Jake song. “,My life is that of an ordinary man. I stand 5”6” and have such small hands. But if I need to be as big as I can be, I have another half of pint in me. My wife truly loves me and soon, yes I do believe, she be traveling with me to Gianvillism and we will make love in this cellulosic world as we did in Bean Town as teenagers. Oh, her name is Nefa!” Finally, arriving at Giant’s cave house; however, Giant was not at home in which Jake knew he would wait because he was there to stay for at least five days, which his wife Nefa knew he would be gone for that long but no longer than fourteen days or two weeks. Jake fell asleep and was awakened by Giant’s return home. Giant knew he was there and came into his home with a loud bellow: “Hello Jake, glad of your return. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Some of the cellulosic life forms have evolved in Giantvillism and with me is my cousin Maddy.” Jake jumped from his mat and states: “I discovered this on my journey to see you, Giant. First, I met a little man building a house. I tried to talk to him, but he did not hear me and when I touched him on his shoulder he and his house disappeared. Next, I met a gypsy named Melody who knew me immediately by name and by my people. However, I knew nothing about her. We talked and then she had to leave. So, Giant I am not that surprised but I would like to know why do you call Maddy your cousin?” Giant responded: “Well, Jake you see I am from a cellulosic life form as well and Maddy evolved the same way I did. Being from a cellulosic life form one do not evolve as brothers or sisters; only cousins. Therefore, our family history in Giantvillism is based on the foundation of how we evolve. Maddy is the second of my evolutionary life form.” Giant, Maddy, and Jake begin to get to know each other. It seems that all the difficulty Jake was afraid of in getting to know Giant three months ago had been banished when the cellulosic life form evolved while Jake was away. Jake was learning about Giant’s life through him telling Maddy about what it meant to be from the cell of the Big People. It seems that this cell came in many heights because Maddy was not a giant. He was about 6”1”. Jake would say that women would think he was considerably handsome. Giant also said that The Cell of the Big People would evolve many more cousins within the next five years as adults in order for them to procreate and start families. Jake then spoke and told both that this is what happen in his world as well. Giant went on to say that many more life forms were in Giantvillism and their cells had the same capabilities and authorities. With all said, Jake thought: “Hmmm, every world becomes different but then they are all quite the same.”

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Culture in Bean Town was part of the City bling, bling! They socialized and told about what was happening in their lives and party until sunrise.  These extravaganzas [usually] happen on Thursday night and when all was tired; they slept until Saturday.  When Sunday arrived, they rose and begin their weekly journey into meaningful lives. Some were Doctors of the Common Cold in which Bean People got quite often but never became severely ill because these doctors had magnificent skills.  There were no other illness and/or physical maladies in this city; however, a child could be born with difficulty if the mother concealed her pregnancy. Since marriage was mandated but did not curtail sex, this occurs often enough to become a problem. The doctors then would provide the mother and child with a sanctuary and the father was mandated by elder law to marry her and that would bless the child.  From there, whatever was the child’s malady it would become a strength in which it could be either medical or mental but it would be extended to another place in City of the Bean People. Meaning, that this malady would become a sacred beanstalk in which the child would gain spiritual guidance and religious definition because an element or elements would be missing from his or her soul and this was needed for completeness of his or her human life formed and no one knew of this but the Doctors and the Scribes.

Once a Bean person did die, burial ceremony was carried out by Scribes in which they were dressed in the leaves of their Beanstalk and was buried in The Field of Lost Lives, which extended miles and miles, which never ends until City of the Bean People expires.

The women of Bean Town usually were Cooks, Teachers, Nurses, and Weavers.  The men were the Doctors, Scribes, and the Landscapers. However, these were not mandated occupations by gender and in rare occasions there would be indifference.  Their economics was based on a trading system but this was established through industry and agrarian means in which their currency became the leaf (prosperose) from the Beanstalk of Prosperity, which only could be obtained by trading with the Scribes and the more affluent Doctors.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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The Law is Broke

Oh, shudder at the tales they tell
of making bricks or weed; 
they're made to work without reward.
their childhood's gone to seed.

They're selling drugs and stolen goods
from car to street to door;
and trading guns for merchandise
with quotas to get more.

Where is their hope devoid of God?
and who will share His name?
The law is broke;  then who will stand
to rescue them from shame?
Young girls are made to turn a trick
and boys must live with sleaze
for food and shelter, clothes to wear -
just bare necessities.

Some run-aways, some throw-aways
they're humans dealt as slaves.
They need defense from threat of harm
to shield them from their graves.

Where is their hope devoid of God?
and who will share His name?
The law is broke;  then who will stand
to rescue them from shame?

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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The Bailout Ballad - The Layman's Lament

One day not long past our economy faltered
And wouldn’t improve if our course were unaltered.

'Cause we buy stuff at Wal-Mart (where things are dirt cheap)
'Cause they buy from China (treats workers like sheep

(So farmers left farms and moved to the city.
And hoped for life better (no luck, such a pity) )).

They went right to work (but folks who had power
got 'em to work for six bits an hour).

To make matters worse our credit froze up.
Couldn't spend - couldn't borrow - couldn't buy a tin cup.

You think this is bad?  It's downhill from there.
Institutions cried "uncle" - said cupboards were bare.

Couldn't borrow, couldn't lend, no business as usual.
So they opened their books to wide-eyed perusal.

Our Treasury Secretary called Congress to action.
Said money was needed to unfreeze this impaction.

So they gave loads of money to our secretary mighty
Who they said was quite stern and not the least flighty.

He'd disburse the funds wisely with skill and great cunning.
He'd soon save us all with our economy running

Full tilt dead ahead.  We'd all have great jobs.
Or funds to build business.  No more wailing.  No sobs.

But he hadn’t a plan, no clue what to
Gasp!  I’m shocked!  I’m surprised!  Weren’t you?

"The problem's bad assets.  I know what to do.
Throw billions to the wind to buy them from you!

It's a crisis, a panic, no time to lose!
So give me 300 billion dollars to use!"

Congress quick cut a check - didn’t ask any questions.
Full speed ahead - damn the objections!

Then five minutes later, he said.  "Sorry, my bad.
Sky's ok after all.  Billions gone.  So sad."

Next thing you know ’nother check's in the mail.
Now they thought lenders were too big to fail

So they gave them our billions and tried to act manly:
While sheepishly mincingly bailing out Morgan Stanley!

Money still wasn’t flowing so they tried a new tack.
Gave money to banks they needn’t pay back!

And what of the money they’d gotten for free?
They’d loan me the money they’d gotten from me!

The banks got a downpour but oh life is fickle.
While they bathe in money – for me?  Not a trickle.

Then came execs who'd wrecked A-I-G
They wept and they pleaded and cried, "Please save meeee!"

Fannie Mae queued up next just before Freddie Mac
Who lent money to people who couldn't pay back.

Congress gasped (so we'd notice) and then cried "Enough!"
To make it look good they called Lehman a bluff:

Sacrificially beheaded poor Lehman Brothers.
They gave them no money (unlike all the others)

But kept spending funds like water that's runny
With glee and abandon, disposition so sunny.

Through Fingers of Congress funds flowed like warm honey.
'Round town it got spent like Monopoly money.

"A billion here and a billion there and soon it's real money!"
I laughed once before but now it's not funny.

I’m sure I would spend it way better then you.
A deaf ear I'd turn to pleas of "me too".

I can't hear the cries the wails the shouts
The So Helpless pleadinghim beseeching handouts

And we're still on the hook for money by tons,
A stack past the moon if you use only ones!

How much do we owe?  Lean close and I'll tell you.
It’s the biggest darn number that ever befell you.

It's 3.5x10 to the twelf – 
A number so huge I can't count it myself.

So I worked with my neighbors and friends that I knew.
We'd just about finished when it quivered and grew.

We bravely pressed on but got worried because
It grew to a monster ten times what it was.

It far, far exceeds all the debt on my house.
Makes my debt seem much smaller than a flea on a mouse.

So here's what I owe, scientifically noted.
(No interest – it's merely the loan the bank floated)

It's 1.2x10 to the fifth.
If you say it's a trifle I'll really be miffed!

To me it's a fortune, a mountain, a gob.
It's enormous, it's huge –  a train-wreck-size glob.

But to you with your trillions it barely rates mention
A blip even smaller than my crummy old pension.

I'll make a comparison to give some perspective.
Divide smaller by bigger – a percent’s the objective.

The quotient is less than the least you might fine us:
Just 3.4x10 to the eighth minus!

That's 3.4 millionths expressed as percent
If you lost that amount would you care where it went?

If it fell from the table it wouldn't be missed.
Only know it was gone if you looked at your list.

Compared to the bailout and financial-type terror
My mortgage amounts to a small rounding error.

The amount is so small, a grain you can't see.
How much could hurt if it came back to me?

But accountants all say it would just cause inflation.
They say if I had it I could harm our whole nation!

Imagine that.  Me!  Oh the power I've got!
So just you tell me: should I use it?  Or not?

The problems roll on and Congress still spends.
Ford, G-MAC, and  Chrysler - the list never ends.

I want to flee far away when I consider this bailout.
Catch the next boat, settle in, and just sail out.

I’d find me a country where companies are smarter
And don't need my help like a belt needs a garter.

Whoops, I forgot.  It spans the whole world.
It catches each breeze like a sail unfurled.

So I fret and I grimace - it’s now up to trillions.
How long can it be ’til they’re spending quadrillions?!

Copyright © John Mudge | Year Posted 2016

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Pipe Dreams!

In our lives filled with lofty goals,
We may reach for much beyond our means,
And as interest is piqued and grows,
We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams, 

Yet while news breaches concerned factions,
Of those who would off-hand discount our plan,
You may well consider these actions,
To be the final throes of a desperate man,

Watch me rush headlong at windmills,
Listen to my brave and salient battle cries, 
For with nothing I easily afford the shills,
This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise,

Take account of what may be lost,
Incredible credible reputations,
So to me the onus is tossed,
And I afford pipe dream facilitations,

But as prospect becomes tangible,
And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin,
Overt liability then manageable,
The need for my Quixotic services thin,

The writing’s on the wall distinct and clear,
Yet I long for the impossible it seems,
Where I keep the company of the grand seer,
And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams.

- Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know 
the term ‘Puffery’ means to build something up with flowery language.

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2009

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Greed is greed
Is greed in greed?
No greed no grade?
Greed of grade
Is grade is a greed?
Real greed is greed.
Greed is danger.
A danger is greed.
Greed oh greed
Stop the greed.
Who is greed?
Greed is greed
And what is greed
And greed is what?
Its greed, greed of agreed
Agreed to greed
A grade!
Oh greed
Lovely greed
A real greed is dangerous
Dangerous of greed
It’s in a higher grade
People are poor are by greed
People are rich are of greed.
Oh greed!

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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The story of two different highway drives
But it all amounts to a strive
The event is a Greyhound male bus Operator named Jeff
The Female Trucker being Jennifer
It was the California Highway 101
Just around the bend
Suddenly the bend came a when
The Female Trucker broke down on the side of the road
Then there was a behold, Greyhound Bus Operator Jeff pulled his bus right behind the Female Trucker’s trailer
Jeff approached Jennifer and asked, “Do you need some help?”
At first, Jennifer seemed skeptical that a Greyhound bus would stop on the side of the road to help somebody else in need
But the question became an answer in proceed
Now mine you, there were Greyhound bus passengers aboard, but the bus schedule was behind
Will this put Jeff in a bind?
Jennifer responded in an abrupt matter
But you will be surprised in what happened after
Jeff knew exactly what was wrong with the truck
After all, he once drove a truck before coming to Greyhound and was once a mechanic before that
In Jennifer’s mind, Jeff and the Greyhound bus having all the right tools
But Jen was no fool
Jen thanks and kissed Jeff on the cheek
The truck was fixed and ready in being complete
The Greyhound bus passenger’s all applauded, and stated, “Forget the Greyhound ride as we all just witnessed our own live movie love stride”
Jen then drove off onto highway 101
Jeff pulled off onto the highway informing the passengers that next stop will be Los Angeles, the final stop
The highway bringing maybe two hearts together
Yet it is a secret between the two
Now don’t look further into
This is not for us to pursue
As a finale, sometimes this is what love can do.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2016

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P.S. I'm The Salesman

I spill my heart,
I spill my guts,
And you may ask,
Why all this fuss?

Owners Selling Dogs,
Owners Selling Guns,
Oh there is more,
And it's been great fun.

Day after day, month after month,
Countless are the hours I spend,
To create this behemoth,
Seemingly to no end.

Owners Selling Cars,
Owners Selling Trucks,
Oh there is so much more,
But I'm having no luck.

So to you I turn,
To seek your advice,
Do I have more to learn,
Or will this suffice?

Owners Selling Motorcycles,
Owners Selling Motorhomes,
But one thing I just wish is,
I didn't have to do this on my own.

No brokers, no dealers,
No agents or salesmen,
You'd think that clients,
Would now be rushing in.

Owners Selling Businesses,
Owners Selling Real Estate,
Look and you will find,
The greatest I could create.

So if you have the time,
To surf the net some,
Check out my sites,
And just add dot com

Owners Selling Boats,
Owners Selling Land,
Please just take a look,
P.S. I'm the salesman.

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2007

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Run the Game

I run for ever
I run for fun
The ample resource clouds my judgment
I am further from the truth
I only see sky 
My conscious is my compass
I try to elevate and articulate
This is air for ever to breathe
Going to fall in the shadows
No-name is the order of the day
I symbolize confusion 
Then the elevator goes down
I am in the dark place I belong 
I transpose for reality 
My orders are complete
I am a heat seeking missile
Point me and I destroy
This is my future and past all rolled into one
The game is over 
I have only regret as my friend

Copyright © Christopher Remele | Year Posted 2015

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Let's Talk Politics

Who will be the right Presidential candidate pick?
Whose agenda’s that captured well in the stick?
One must be able to stand in the White House
When it comes to being the Commander in Chief, one cannot act like a frightened mouse
Create Peace where all possible
Have policies that will be able
Attention to the American Flag
Be a President, but don’t be a drag
The world that sees the U.S. President as an ally
A Constitution that brings harmony and Peace in world try
Wars in not being destruction of lives that makes the world cry

American Voters examining candidates like a microscope
A world where everyone can cope
Millionaires should not get favors being their right
A media broadcast should not become a plight
The American people should not have to sit and remain uptight
Today’s lives come with no portion being bright

Bring us out of the tunnel and into the light
A new day with a new vision in plain sight
Tomorrow is here, but need a President that will take us there
The vote is in America’s hands, and comes with total assurance at their demand
It’s up to you and the Presidential candidate must come through

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2016

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i'd craved you beneath 
a sullen stroking hinder
i'd mastered your total 
morale absolute need 
for touch as simplicity 
mattered less throughout 
the graveness rather 
flowing between a covenant 
a sinking nook above seaside inn 
where memories rolled out 
with the evening tide 
coasting hushes mass sighing 
an yet you followed 
aimlessly beckoning my thrushing 
hints timelessly awaiting 
a rush of wetness bathing 
in tasteful chatter wandering 
about canyons of steel 
bending binding a cast frame 
casing emotions intertwined 
over a bottle of coppola 
my bronzed glow lit up the room 
the shore kissed new jersey at noon

Copyright © Yolanda Jones | Year Posted 2013

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Go to the Ant

Go to the ant and learn (2x's)
Go to the ant, ant, ant
Go to the ant and learn-  (Chorus)

She digs her house down deep
She builds her house up high
And though she has no king
Her armies stay alive

In the summer she will reap
For the coming winter sky
She gathers everything
Her colonies survive


Consider all her ways
She's small but she expects
Her people stay as one
And she is strong and wise

So number all your days
Prepare for what comes next
And til everything is done
Let no sleep tempt your eyes

Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's)
Go to the ant  


Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007

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brothers, are we not for bargaining?

leg locked alibis 
graciously amused; 
seeped sideways 
upon the hour… 
if not vivaciously yellowed… 
partially true… 
and or, 
patiently negotiable… 

brothers, are we
not for bargaining? 

more so phrase…
institutionalised mediocrity… 
the cycle unbroken … 
the cathouse hosts
katyusha minds; 
volatile yet effective… 

brothers, are we 
not for bargaining? 

a quarter pound 
of deaf ear sold… 
draught droughts 
and earrings;
without vowel or self asphyxiation… 
presentation is 
only half the battle;  
inherent ostracism
brothers, are we
not for bargaining? 

Copyright © William Ward | Year Posted 2006

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It's Thursday afternoon,
there's a buzz in the office
about a memo sent straight from the top
Even before you read it,
you sense somethings's not right,
by the looks of that fidgety company cop

The memo said,
short and succinct:
Tomorrow you won't get paid
Hold the phone,
you better call the local precinct
There's some thievery going on I'm afraid

It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It ain't good, no way, no how
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It's like being a muzzled ox chained to a plow

You didn't sign up to be no office slave
You're furious, and you need to vent
You're worried about where you're going to live,
if you're not able to pay the rent
It's hard to make ends meet with a bouncing check,
it's near impossible to try and move up
Working for nothing wasn't the career plan
You might as well be outside holding a cup

It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It ain't good, no way, no how
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It's like being a muzzled ox chained to a plow
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
Guess you're free to live in poverty now

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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logan number 2

keep my pace, stupid as others are, horizons belong for us not other than, steal my heart 
whenever opprotunity presents a kick to the chest. just like you did shameless ill natured
proving yourself a fool.

Copyright © Jason Schropp | Year Posted 2014

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Career Opportunities

A beautiful lifestyle guarantee:
All these wonderful gifts for free!
Read about indiscretions,
In the latest ads they've got running:
All the secret alliances you could be planning.
High-class, back door man's agency stands here;
Nobody gets through the front entrance easily:
 maids, s and some high-class s.
Bureacracy assures a business fee for the license:
He operates as long as the city hall makes money.

While the business community removes
Ladies of the night in ripped, fishnet stockings
That their mothers wouldn't approve of.
Forget the dealers and their offerings of  ;
Enslavement to the streets is an opportunistic game.

These white collars workers insist on discrimination;
As long as they go around with their golddigging wives;
They are the ones to make the exception.
We don't talk about their little indiscretions;
As long as 'don't ask, don't tell' replaces the question.
"Put on your ripped fishnet stockings, my love!
As long as we're in this posh hotel room, nobody cares
About dry brown toast from the local bar!"
And room service that requires a tip on the table
Much larger than his precious, cheap fifty cents.

Think about going there for an interview?
Put on your best fake happy face;
Don't look like a living, walking disgrace!
Think about what the price of making money is.
Call that a career opportunity?
Private escort agency?
Girls arrive desperately;
Underage, possibly?
Call that a career possibility?

Copyright © Stephanie Kjaerbaek | Year Posted 2006

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What are your Words of Poetry meant for Oh Sage

The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah

Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah

Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2007

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We would like to welcome you
Please come in and sit down
We’re so happy to offer you
A seat (down on the ground)
We think your work is special
And for a tiny price
We would like to show the world
Your work, won’t that be nice?
See your name (for a tiny fee)
In the books we’ll sell at…cough
But we’re offering you this special price
Of fifty percent off!
What page you ask? Well let me see
Hand me that magnify glass?
Yes here you are, next to two great works
“Belly Lint” and “Gas”
Every poem another dream
(And another wad of bills.)
Those who hope to share their work,
Pride, our easiest thrill.
We don’t mean to trick you
That’s a bonus in the deal.
See where you signed?
Well legally, you paid, we didn’t steal.
The books they maybe shabby
The CD poor quality
We don’t cater to poets friend
We slurp from vanity.
You didn’t get MY money
But not all see that it’s a sham
I searched for a beginners’ friend
I found another legal scam.

Copyright © A. Sanders | Year Posted 2007

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The Year 2000

Where have all the ranchers gone?
Long time passing,
Where have all the ranchers gone?
Long time ago,
Where have all the ranchers gone?
Slowly broke one by one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the cattle gone?
Long time passing,
Where have all the cattle gone?
Long time ago,
Where have all the cattle gone?
Gone to slaughter everyone,
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where has all the red meat gone?
Long time passing,
Where has all the red meat gone?
Long time ago.
Where has all the red meat gone?
It's just a memory like the sun!
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the butchers gone?
Long time passing,
Where have all the butchers gone?
Long time ago,
Where have all the butchers gone?
They're on welfare everyone.
When will they ever  learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have the healthy children gone?
Long time passing,
Where have the healthy children gone:
Long time ago.
Where have the healtly children gone?
Gone to rickets everyone.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where has America gone?
Long time passing,
Where has America gone?
Long time ago.
Where has America gone?
We thank the folks in Washington!
Why couldn't they see it come?
Why couldn't they see it come?

This poem is sung to the tune of   Blowin' In The Wind

It  was written in my Column The Sandhills Schrivner 
in the Western Outlook Magazine in October l976

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005

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My Sweatshop

We open at 5 and close at sunset 
I expect a lot of production, I provide water and towels for sweat 
A complimentary lunch that comes in a can 
There is a choice of ham or turkey made from SPAM 
They love the conditions, so they don't want to stop 
I have many benefits owning my own sweatshop 
I have people making jeans and shoes 
My business, by the Department of Labor has been approved 
One girl is pregnant, but not by me 
Her parents put the blame on Cathy Lee 
Now another 16 hour shift has ended 
Immigration came through, my business license has been suspended 
They say I am the cause of tax evasion 
Oh well, I have enough money, time for a vacation 
I ask Cathy lee to meet me at the New Haven Truck Stop 
I need expert advice on how to run a sweatshop 
She has given me the advice I need 
She said don't use cotton, save money by switching to tweed 
She also said lower their wages 
For defiant workers, provide empty cages 
It all comes down to making your business the cream of the crop 
I got advice from the expert on how to run my own sweatshop

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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Creativity, Rest, and Money

Personal trainer pasttime profession
Explosion of love and life
And massive mechanistic strain
of Money and management

What comes
Of this personal pride?
Stubborn bootcamp bellows
My soul in arears 
Transmitting the dance and exchange

Who needs
The service of muscle and nerves
My urgent truncating peace
Chomping this temporary meet and greet

Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2011

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The God's of Greed

Pinnacles rise calling their name
Letters on an index they became
At one time ethics reigned
The slaves had value in some past day
Cast aside no longer having a place till his grave
The God’s finding cheaper more willing slaves
More riches for them to plunder 
Gold for them to save
A new land to take
Humanity they forsake
The God’s of Greed always thunder
That is not their fault that mankind suffer
That any man can be a God of Greed
Provided he serves only his own need
And use the slaves for what they be
Pawns in chess game
Played by the God’s of Greed.

Copyright © milton benson | Year Posted 2007

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Another Postcard Show

So I headed uptown today 
to yet another postcard show
Millions of images for sale - some as low as a quarter
Picked up some cards from an Israeili dealer 
Images of one of the early leaders of that embattled land
which I have visited only once
Ran into a friend I know from poetry readings
He was busy at the 25 cent box
Been writing about postcards for years
Actually making some money from it!!
Another postcard show
To paraphrase the Beach Boys
"When they but a rare postcard they'll be sitting on top of the world"

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2017