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Details | Free verse |

Aquarian Age

Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.

Yet, if love is synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation is this co-passion's regenerate transgeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together as ecological We?

Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-opportunity,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehensive consciousness,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating as double-binding time and rhythm
pattern and color RNA's free-fractal love connection.

If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and Nature's bicameral perception is 2-dimensional prime,
bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating double-yin,
reiterative communicative processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;

Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.

Universal monocultural power of governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
when power remains integral within co-passionate,
gravitational integrity,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked power conjoins dark yin-time-ations,
shy bigendering romantic camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial 
Age of Aquarius.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |


Real force spinning
A weight on my knees
Veritable science nonfiction
In a moment the apple fell, Newton noticed
Trusted source of orbiting satellite's permanence
Youth's nemesis

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |

Space Age

            Space Age
Ships float up forever out
Pilots who once sailed seas find new spirit 
Airborne crafts fill the air 
Children grow into machines that take them away
Earth was once their only home
And now the universe in endless boundaries is theirs
Geared up for foreign playgrounds, gone in an instant 
Eternity is only minutes away and just beginning there

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Cyborg Sleep

                                   Cyborg Sleep

An image of a man stands serene against the rock cold wall
Vigilant eyes study the distant city
Elongated and curved shapes form in his mechanical mind
Only nature there to sense it’s out of place motions
The cybernetic organism, alien life
Coming to life on the barren world
A living machine, automaton, a time sentinel 
Built with purpose
Watches with singular intent 
All there is…. all that’s left
Never flinching…. Nearly motionless…. somber in demeanor
This replica of humans holds solid ground and waits
Programed to move occasionally at times
To generate power in its core components to survive
The guardian of humanity stands
A solid figure with a small metallic vile
Sheltered within hides a remnant DNA specimen strand 
(It is the last fragment of human’s survival and hope)
Nestled deep in the power source 
Atomic silent and serene it keeps the centuries still
In time to come, with luck
The cyborg will be cracked open like an egg one day
Perhaps by another benevolent humanoid race
To reassemble the family of man from the remnants left
Or the time sentinel will roam the Earth alone
Carrying humanity along literally in the heart 
In an endless awakening from alien sleep
No one to ever know the secret that he keeps

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Antimony Foolishness

Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful!  Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing their bar table.
What invokes “against aloneness”, or “befriending”?
You’ll find a word “antimonos” in Greek fable.
The element Antimony, #51, is alloy tending,
By emulating its properties, “Romeo” is enabled.
By experimenting with the valence one’s sending,
Reactions occur, some of which may be stable,
But it’s hard to tell if another is bonding or pretending,
Especially, to induce attraction, one increases spending.
Remember to study and use the Periodic Table,
It prolongs youth, the illusion of vitality never ending.
© Chaim Wilson

Copyright © Chaim Wilson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Knights of Rationalism

We’re coming out of the caves
We’re moving into the Lime Light
It’s now ‘cause the time’s right
The bold and the brave
We’re here to tear down the old
We’re moving into the future
The New better suit ya
The brave and the bold

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

We’re rebuilding broken down schools
We’re building real education
Across every last nation
Your tyranny your rules
We’re climbing out of the dark
Out from your stories and fables
Now we’re turning the tables
Our freedom our ark

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

It’s time to breathe the fresh air
It’s time for no more pollution
Now we have the solution-
Drop delusion and prayer
It’s time to walk in the light
It’s time to love all the science
Show them all your defiance
You’re the Rationalist’s Knight

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

The age of freedom and wonder
And the church going under
So let go of your fear
The age of Reason is here

Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2010

Details | Didactic |

Last Of The First Elements

            Last Of The First Elements

(H)  Hydrogen is sweet and gentle by design
A nucleus with an electric and positive charge
Found everywhere in nature at large

It lives an ordinary life in time and space
On the periodic table, it simply waits

As #1 in line to start, begins the chart, for other elements
Very stable, not too many threats come from hydrogen

(Uuo) Ununoctium on the other hand, is one of the latest
Of the most recent discoveries as #118 on the table

The last element is #103 "Lawrencium
           (we'll save that for another day.)
           (It's on a lower chart)
These elements are as unstable as a fable 
Precarious things, to say the least, on the chemistry table
Only existing for some milliseconds at a time

Since  Ununoctium was created, not pure or found in nature
Perhaps it’s time to start
A new life for itself as #1 on a new elemental chart 
Of invented elements 

Born in a nuclear reactor from calcium ions and radioactive californium
A most unstable baby from birth
It lives to the ripe old age of 0.89 milliseconds

But what a wonderful life it leads
Don’t ask it on a date
Or say anything about its atomic weight
Too much drama there…. There it is!....There it isn’t…. Unpredictable 
It looks a little like this when naked on the shell
2s2   2p6
3s2   3p6   3d10
4s2   4p6   4d10   4f14
5s2   5p6   5d10   5f14
6s2   6p6   6d10
7s2   7p6
It is simply divinely designed with a lovely configuration
Not exactly a split atom, or personality with a disposition
Being here or there 
To be precise, it is something rather nice… when in existence

Created on 12/03/14 for -Periodic Table of Elements – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Star Gazer

imperial evil rings the rebellions bell  
and awakens the rebels fight 
allow for a new tomorrow 
a skywalker will be in plain sight 
his mind as sharp and committed 
as the nail that split the force
a parasite of the night are we
 the padawan has chosen his course!

 BY Mark Taylor: ......Star Wars......

Copyright © Mark Taylor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


It's past midnight; the witching hours
 softly creep through the darkness.
 Music muffles out of an open doorway,
 shadows thump as hearts beat.
Seeing fluid bodies merge in time
 I'm the wrong piece in an incomplete jigsaw,
 watching chargeless as giggling electrons
 attract and repel, weave an
 intricate dance amongst pulsing protons.
 Chemistry was never my best subject,
 much less the murky peripheries
 where chemistry meets biology,
 the hormonal collision of chemical bonding
 with fusion and reproduction.
 Walking home, constellations map the sky.
 The moon cycles its rhythmical shifts.
 There's safety in physics, cause and effect,
 bound in formulae, logic and reason.

Copyright © Fiona Caldwell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Reminiscence of My Childhood

Reminiscence of My Childhood
By Franklin Price

 Reminiscence of my childhood
Looking back on younger days
When life was not so hectic
Mass media not the craze

No such things as cell phones
We had a party line
Speaking to an operator
To call a friend was fine 

To look up information
An encyclopedia of course 
And other books of reference
Library was the source

Checked out books of interest
Could not down-load on the phone
Novels read from page to page
The turning put me in the zone

Check out time was just two weeks
Returning late there was a fine
An exorbitant  two cents a day
A large amount if it was mine

Computers filled more than a room
At least that's what I heard
Apple was a fruit to eat
Micro-soft  was not a word

Of course there was no texting
Conversations face to face
Meeting at the local drive-in
For a burger was the place

Reminiscence is so wonderful
It always makes me smile
I'll post this poem on Face-book
In just a little while

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016

Details | Didactic |

Dinosaurs Remains

          Dinosaurs Remains

Dinosaurs drink history through straws
Chiseled out rocks and stones through time
Ubiquitous to the past and future
In the good old days before the comets came
They played dinosaurs games of war
Dreamed of making hot dogs and burgers from human remains
And drinking goo through elongated tubes
In the far far future, on special dinosaur holidays  
Anthropologically speaking; we are just another meal
Archaeologists dig the truth, through flying dust with brushes
With fine and tiny tools they pick away the layers
Uncover bones born to die 
They etch them out as prizes
Rocks wait their turn to bury us, to be discovered later
Some explorer will unearth humans in the distant future
To find out who and what we were
Uncover what the bones might tell them
Shape our remains into dice
Toss them on the ground with magic 
Divine that human, an ancient alien species, once lived in cities 
And drank through straws  
That’s about all

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Earth's Tribe Comes of Age

My future captures my imagination
as my past succumbs to memory.

I imagine winning this economic game
by competing with everyone
and continuing to win unsurpassed
to finally arrive at my goal
no one else anywhere near my self-inflicted finish line,
behind locked doors within my own keyed-up competing mind.

Each day invites my reincarnation
of yesterday and each day before.
Each year reincarnates the prior year,
but now a year older,
and seen from diverse nuance perspectives.
Each life reincarnates prior DNA unfolding lives before,
but now a generation older,
seen from diverse sensory systems across species,
cultures, languages,
degenerating and regenerating
decomposing and re-integrating.

Each new millennial generation invites resolving reincarnation,
as this trans-generation completes our global information sharing network,
learning together how we each cooperate our hope for Earth,
for our children, and theirs, and theirs...
for ourselves,
regenerating this Common culture sensed and woven together
more synergetically than possible
in any pre-millennial Earthtime.

Time gravitates toward future in my imagination 
and conversations of co-arising confluent discernment,
as Earth's time flows backward
in personal memory
and orthodox
Primal ReGenerative
Original Intent and Designing
Tao Codex.
Universal Intelligence
rediscovering ourselves
within Earth's ribonucleic elliptical mirror.

Permacultured stories tell of time and place
when and where and why metaphysics and math
were children of polyculture-rooted spirit/breath
development and design,
poetry and scientific revolutions,
dynamic open system ecological evolution,
self- and other-regenerative economies,
self-reiterating bicameral identities,
and seasonal changes,
and day's light warming
over night's dark-dream warnings
of cognitive dissonance emerging
by suboptimizing speciating integrity
of ego within all-embracing supereco
of Left deductive logic and Right inductive analogic
of yang with yin
of generations past still unfolding in generations future
within this Presence gifting now.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Android Embedded Chrystal Blue

          Android Embedded Chrystal Blue

In the corner of the galaxy dead in front of night
Just left of the quasars charted long ago
A logic being called 732 thought out and calculated
Waited for the proper landing on the proper planet site
A cold green world with three moons came into view
A giant star off to the right was ready to go nova
He had to set up for the show
The probe shuttled down with perfect coordination
To the surface of the barren world
Instruments and Android 732 were on board the tiny craft
The robot is the next generation of thinking machines
Artificial intelligence of the highest level
Equipped with weapons, scientific tools, and knowledge
Liquid computers housed within its metallic head
Designed to analyze and measure everything there is 
The Android is authorized to do anything it pleases
Given freedom and vast latitude to explore
Religious leaders blessed it and confirmed it
To be free in every meaning of the word
They authorized it to have a soul and save the universe from Satan
To roam and catalogue spiritual and scientific entities
 Down to the micro mystical cosmic core of molecules and atoms
To advance the human and android condition without limit
It explores new planets and space anomalies by choice
Returns data to the home world through a beam of light
Android 732 crashed into the cold green planet while distracted
Focused on a giant star off to the right that just exploded
In a spectacular display of colors of reds, yellows and whites
It became enamored as it entered the green icy planet
Impacted a crystal glacier at the designated site
Became embedded in it
Froze there on the spot, anointed by blue ice
Enshrined for all eternity
An android crystal blue forever
If my calculations are correct as estimated


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

On Mars In Mars

            On Mars In Mars

Volcano hollowed sound, echoes in Olympus Mons
Thin atmosphere cratered in ancient crevasses
Storms last three hundred years or more
Etch ancient lines red iron oxidation 
Rocks move from one place to another
As the only life on Mars
Mouths of rivers dry and scarred above
Love is rare.  No air.  Ground tells a story
To be told but somewhat old
Holes fill with water gray and heavy underneath
Keep secrets of the planet
Inside and on the surface
Of things we still can’t understand

1.	(*Olympus Mons is a very large shield volcano on the planet Mars. By one measure, it has a height of nearly 25 km (16 mi). Olympus Mons stands almost three times as tall as Mount Everest's height above sea level)

Created on 7/17/15 for “Subject Mars” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Joe Maverick


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |


A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps on the glass, always ready to cry
 Like they`d learn again to walk,holding an invisible balloon.

With glassy eyes looking at the strange baked moon,
The large dynasty of the unemployed and ex-miners,
Ecologists and readers of Bible, embarrassed beginners
Cannot "hear at a little distance", in the brown afternoon;

But a short-sighted misanthropist, observed while acting
As a conductor of the strike`s syncopation turned in syncope:
“Even the doctor with infinite awkwardness used his stethoscope;
I think, -because, no one can communicate only through feelings”

The brown cat in the street, shining eyes round about;
All cars seem gathered in the same frozen town;
The only birch tree from the hill was cut down;
Mourning neighbors live in their permanent doubt

To protest against solitude, and so many noisy cars;
And obviously, too many accidents in the town;
“Wait on the zebra…Don`t cross Mr. Brown!”
Lonely crowds, picture of still life with cellulars…

Seasons buried the face in tired brown fountains,       
Long dirty brown drifts of snow and brown sensations
Step with ugly brown clay, and let traces for generations,
Because, cyanide used to pull gold from Red Mountains;
Everybody is in such a brown hurry towards nowhere.
Halt!Mr. Brown looks for his cat; the firemen help him to sit.
The cat climbed the moon, ready in a hurry to taste it;
Winter and cat stay with claws out;silence and the brown vault.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Grook |

The Age of Relativity

Thinking rationally if you leave out one part                                                               Enlightment in the wrong speed and direction will go                                                  when missing in the equation in the end middle or start                                             naturally instead of a brilliant light you are separated into a black hole

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Saturn, Bringer of Old Age

Bringer of Old Age 
Saturn, that's what you always were 
You move quite slowly 

At a snail's pace 
Twenty-nine point forty-six 
Years, orbit the Sun 

Named after a god 
Within the Roman pantheon 
Of farming and TIME 

Copyright © Rayna Loh | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |


Have you ever been to the Arctic
and heard the "Tickling of the Ivories"?
That is the time when the Monodons
joust each other with their singular parries.

They have one thing in common...
A singular tooth that the males wear with pride.
They can swim, dive, and breach the water
on their 18 ft. plus sides.

They can move swiftly like the dolphin
when thru the water they glide.
They are not looking to skewer a meal
as in the ocean they hide.

What are these special creatures
that roam the seas so deep.
Their tusks were hunted in the middle ages
as Unicorn Horns for Kings to keep.

Related most closely to the Beluga
Linnaeus described them in 1758.
But they were well known hundreds of years before
As Vikings sought their tusks so great.

They do not eat Krill as do most whales
But dine on Halibut and Cod.
Their tastes are truly exotic
As they hunt within their pod.

They click and clack to each other
when they do communicate.
The future is getting tenuous
As to what will be their fate.

These are beautiful creatures whose 'Porpoise'
may be related to them all.
They have been oft featured on the Nature Channel,
We know them simply as "Narwhal".


Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

Details | Didactic |

Memo To The Cosmos

            Memo To The Cosmos

Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life 
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission 
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes 
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Measurements of Men

Measure men not in meters,
Yet in volume of ventricle, you’ll find,
Compassion therein, one’s true capacity,
Of magnitude meaning, undefined,

How little broad shoulders do matter,
To bolster an orphan through rem,
Nor biceps do shelter maternal sadness,
As she leaves droplets under the stem,

It’s in the weight he holds onto a syllable,
For he knows the force which unfolds,
A gentle note, his frequent reprise, 
Amplifies resonance in young and old,

At length he smiles, beams of luminous youth,
To displace an aging darkness found in you,
Counts not the flames all ready blue, rather the
Lines of laughter, which alight your face in lieu,

Currency he finds a fictitious banquet,
Only for whom Dyne in dwindling power,
Sufficiency bestows the imperial value,
Only to whom embrace solely this hour,

Degrees of perception not bound by paper,
He sees no end, to his quest for knowledge,
As wisdom becomes his definitive asset,
Salmon so rare, caught far beyond college,

Like Pascal, men endure all bars atmospheric,
While so few bow only in gesture to humility,
Wounds fail to callous his resilient demeanor,
In respect to his embodiment of human fragility,

All stellar souls dwarf, as death begins its call,
While novas shine brighter, learnt in its latter’s fall,
So measure not, the meters of men,
But the loving moments, left behind them.

Copyright © Shane Rundle | Year Posted 2015

Details | Didactic |

A Scientifically Religious Experience

            A Scientifically Religious Experience

While I sit in church my mind begins to wonder
It passes by the alter through the walls
Then reaches at great speed to cosmic places
Not yet charted on the map of time
Accelerated ten times faster than a light
My thoughts go out there where they belong
I cannot afford to buy or operate a space craft at this time 
My mind will have to do
Three layers cover the oval silver ship
The outer one deflects particles and radiation
It breaks down, collapses, after penetrating
The first five universes along the way
The second shield consists of electron and antimatter elements
To neutralize the effects of mounting speeds as I proceed
Through stars, quasars, and colors multi-matter 
The last layer of protection on my simple ship
Is made of elemental particles that holds it all together
Keeps us from shrinking into the void
Into the past to find real history
As speeds just keep increasing
It is no mystery
I have to get back to my original position
Finding it might be a task
Will I still be there in church when I return
Or will it be the past?

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Cube Girl

              Cube Girl
(Based on the same titled short story by me.  It is not a true story so don’t be alarmed.)

I’m 19 and a woman in space 
Meandering out for centuries
I fear there’s no way back
For sure I didn't get here alone
Most view me as a girl.  They do not matter. 
They have long since vanished in the winds of time
And with them all their kind
Folding them neatly into the fabric of existence
And kissing them good-bye 
My sojourn out here eclipsed all other matters 
Disconcerting things I can’t explain 
Like being imprisoned as a cold dark cube
Is what I became, Is what I am
Who gets themselves in such a state?
This prevailing condition of not being myself
Preoccupies the immediacy of the moment
I must have fallen to sleep to turn into such a thing 
My Breasts are hard.  My nipples are soft but sore
But everything about me and within me is metallic
I have no interest in men or women or so I thought
My lower extremities are in a fever
In a liquefied state forever.
I must be coming down with something. 
There is no training for such girl things out here I think
If there is anything to be done
It should be to keep myself occupied and quiet
No need to panic in deep space when in a cube state
Or is it cube shape?  
Activities, hobbies, come to mind, to keep me sane.  
Feelings keep me on edge out in the ends of space
Once there was a computer that made me feel at ease
It kept me balanced, at peace, like family  
But then, there is no proof
I must have dreamed up humanity and machines 
Perhaps I've always been a product of the stars
They gave me birth
I am their only child 
Cosmic bodies rolling on the void
Not of this or any other world
I am cube girl


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

The Seventh Fable

 The Seventh Fable 
The Seventh Fable 
Charlaxes Fables 
Mental Prefabrications 

People have preconceived ideas from Religion and Television 

combine these two ideas and no wonder everyone is mental. 

The Eye is just now thankful that the computer was not mine at age 14. The TV 
was enough to ruin me for life. It is no wonder that eye still don't have a life. 
Falling into cracks made just for me. Living in the NEW AGE causes so much 
uncertainty and problems we avoided in our past come back as daily necessities 
of the mass of useless protoplasmic mice eye once saw a man on the highway 
with a sign he was begging for more money to get some more useless wine so 
the people went zigging past avoiding him until he fell down on the ground it 
seemed to me he was passed out perhaps he died and no one buried him 
sounds like an episode of Twilight Zone. There was episodes eye will never 
forget the NOSE throbbing on the stairs inside the house the girl tried to leave the 
shelter of the fence once out she turned to dust the man with the wires in his arm 
seeing the oven where he was born the little airforce people in the GIANT 
woman's kitchen getting swept. 

It just occurred to me the ins and outs of celebrity imagine all the casting calls to 
make the episodes. AND the fact that Charlax was never chosen for even one of 
them seems sort of some kind of twisted justice the actors used were just the 
best of all the crème de le crème of all the hollywooded jest. Webseries Pilot 
casting call: 
The Charlax would be excellent at this OH wait look at that ethnic face. Male, 
open ethnicity, early to mid 30's - JG. Federal Agency Detective.  Good at his job, 
but fresh enough to still want to make a difference. Oh if eye were only Twenty 
Years different. A Twilight Zoned Detecative with the name Rick Roll selected and 
elected to be the actor of the myllineum. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

A Date With Expiration

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A Date With Expiration    
Science says regarding life 
We all must die sometime
All living things will cease to be
But History survives everything
Good for it.  I hope it has many days

Like fruits and vegetables 
And like milk stamped “Best used by”
It is news to me that humans now come
With expiration dates 
Marked "Expired" 
I wonder if my taxes were filed and paid
Before I pass away or at least retire
I hope I remembered to get laid
Or paid for all my efforts
Before my time runs out


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Prayer for a life unmade

Too busy wrestling 
with our own demons
to bring an innocent soul into
the hell of mourning
an innocence lost,
I now grieve
for the loss of a life
never conceived

Dear one, I ask
you to forgive 
those obsessions
that ruled the hearts 
and minds of two,
blocking your
journey from this world 
to the stars

Dear one, I ask
you to dream for me
those dreams yet undreamt
and hope the hopes never hoped,
for those dreams and hopes
still live,
tucked away in a corner
of this old heart

Dear one, I ask 
you to feel the love that awaited you
and the pride that even now
burns brightly as a candle
in these eyes,
softly inching towards
its liquid demise 

Dear one, I ask
you to take this hand
and hold it, just once
and cry those tears 
never cried
for these tears 
of mine I fear 
are never to be dried

Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Children Homicide

Homicides of young children
are solved more often
than any other age group, but after the age of ten
the chance of solving the crime drops by 25 percent.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


We can't help but fear the inevitable end
Of all whose beginning is now,
And to those who have met this end
Folks do wish they are here somehow.

Like trees on the wings of seasons
Mindless of the passing clime,
We oft watch with wondering reasons
As the earth devour mankind.

Behind is that day of the old,
When dauntless youths of age go wild
As they strive to leave prints so bold;
With the feet of a grown up child.

In the future lies a life unborn,
That lives in the arms of history
Unaware that the living sojourns;
And a lifetime is ever transitory.

Copyright © Osinachi Richard | Year Posted 2016