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Details | Light Poetry |
Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write
under shade tree are my pencil, paper, and pole.
Scribble down words while waiting for a bite
fishing my most popular angling hole.

Fish are jumping all around hook and line
small cork sits still and does not move or fade.
Patiently I sit in wait for that fish to dine
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.

Inspiration overwhelms biding snare
while creative mind laggardly transcends.
In far distance I see lone grizzly bear
and leave a good fishing pole to his friends.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fourth Place Winner ~ "Inspired” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Lambert
July 20, 2011

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
Oh sweet rain:
What? A siren somewhere draws nearer and nearer
Blue lights are flashing in my rear-view mirror!

Yes officer?:
What's the problem? I'm legal; what IS this about?
I sure wasn't speeding; is my tail-light burnt out?

Oh no sir:
You were stopped when I noticed ever so clearly
That your car was swerving rather severely

Ahh, yes officer:
I'm sure you'll understand, sympathize and agree
I was trying to finish a poem, you see

Sir, calm down, just relax and please take your time
Do you mind if I ask the SUB-JECT of this rhyme?

CERTAINLY not officer:
It's about how the street-lights shine and reflect
Upside down when it rains and the pavement gets wet

Very good sir:
Next time call a TAXI or pack a bicycle!
May I ask you to step outside your vehicle?

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
    "Goodnight Soupers, Soupers Goodnight
    Time for Chris to say Goodbye"

From the very early morning
When the sun still fights the moon
He will sit to write his lyrics
To be posted very soon

With a cup of coffee waiting
And a notepad filled with Soup
Tangerine skies out the window
And his thoughts run in a loop

"Morning Soupers
I slept well
You're still sleepy
I can tell"

Through the day he writes his comments
So supportive to us all
In between his own great writing
A poetic waterfall

When his evening rest is nearing
He writes us all a lullabye
And when for once he doesn't
In the silence we all cry

    "Goodnight Soupers, Soupers Goodnight
    Time for Chris to say Goodbye"

Don't forget us on your Wednesday
Or we all are gonna cry
Now goodnight Chris and sleep well friend
Here's for once YOUR lullabye


March 1, 2017
© Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My footsteps echoed in the ears of the invisible
I quicken my pace
I had an eerie feeling, fate waiting
At the next gate
I rounded the corner
Mist from the sewer drifting
The ambient mood that of sinister
Is that the wind I hear?
Before I could gaze up
A thousand heavy books
Rained down upon me head
I was struck dead
Surrounded by books and words
A hundred yards away
Behind the walls of the church graveyard
There was laughter in the night
Murder she wrote
The final perfect one
As I lay dead
On the street of forgotten poets

Through Their Eyes part 2
Sleeping Beauty

She gazed into my haunted eyes
Knowing my devotion was absolute and complete
She fulfilled my nefarious dreams
Ever so peaceful in her green eyed slumber
She struggled with the rope and tape
I whispered in her ear
Relax, your destiny is clear
You shall sail to the sweetest of places
I shall allow you your escape
Slowly, smothered with my pillowed love
She lies lifeless
In peace
With my poems upon her chest
She has found paradise at last
As the light fades from the far away sea
Old roads become watery graves
North she sails with my words upon her very soul

Through Their Eyes  part 1

The Poetry Murders

She is hiding
I know it
She knows it
She’s next
The vast expanse of Ontarian forest
Is no protection at all
I am the butcher of all slithering poets
After all they slaughtered the words
Fair is bloodthirsty fair!

Everyone suspects the butler
Or maybe the Gardner
All the usual suspects
No one guesses the millionaire
Money isn’t everything you know
Murder is the thing keeps me on the go

Florida was pleasant trip
A lot of writers around the lakes
A lot of poets down there are really fakes
I’ll be serving tacos on sticks
Nothing like having strangers eat the evidence
The alligators will get the scraps
I wrapped them up in such poems of utter crap

I so loved the Bible belt
They are seekers of redemption and find only fools
Now there is a writer with a huge welt
The axe you see split his head in three
Breathless he sleeps like the holy trinity
Rotting away, the same stink was there
As In life his rotten disposition
Filled ones nostrils the same as deaths kitchen

Now I fancy a trip back in time
Way way back, way back were I hear roman chimes
Caesars second is chasing killers
I shall turn the tables of destiny and time
Slitting his throat a thousand times
Brutus was a pussy cat compared to me!
I drinkith the cup of blood, I am thirsty as can be

Oh this spree has just begun
Killing poets is just so much fun
They can hide behind their masks
Shivering in silence I stalk their fear
Tickling their soulless spines
I have a gift wrapped in blood
Let me make you divine
I pronounce you Silent One till the end of time
Headless you sit in your chair
Hideous and hiding
In death you shall have more class and flair

Cyanide is slow and fun
You see them shrivel, blank stares
Death dancing all over their hairs
Your next drink, I do say beware
It flows with poetic dreams
Taking you away from this earth
The sad news is this
You will not be going upstairs!

Agatha Christie could not spell
The fact of the matter some do dwell
If she was alive to see me now
I’d be facing the garrote for murdering her cow
Alas she is gone, dead and buried
I smirk; they never caught me for her or the cow

Now if you think I am a psychotic nut
For murdering poets, hey I was in a rut
They all deserved their painful butchered demise
Even they have locked me up
Not for murder, I was really too good at that
They think I am mental and hey lets play along
I have one last murder you see, so delicious
This crime soon to be
I ate my ear to be locked up here
Inside of the institute called J Ward

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Star Trek Rules!

It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear. 

Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives! 
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!

Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.

And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives. 

Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.

The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.

And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!

As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!

By Mike and Carol Eastman… 

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I took on a babysitting job this summer...
For a family who has two sons.
Joshua being the older and Justin being the younger.
It was time to get to work and have some fun.

We worked in a lot of activities this year...
Going to the zoo and the science center too,
Preparing to swim with all of our swimming gear. 
We swam for hours until I turned lobster red.

When I first met the boys...
We took lots of walks in the mornings.
Justin would pick flowers for me which brought me much joy.
Joshua liked taking along his cell phone while he was walking.

Each of them has their own personality...
Sometimes they would argue over little things.
So, I would step in and thinking what are the possibilities.
I would come up with a solution that resolved the problem.

Sometimes they would scrapple with each other...
We’d laugh until it was all enough.
Their just like two brothers,
They simply like to have some fun. 

I asked Justin about God?
Justin says he doesn’t know who God is.
I told him God through His Son,
Forgave us of our sins.  

He didn’t understand at that moment...
I’d praise the Lord frequently.
Justin and Joshua got caught up in the enjoyment.
By saying, Praise the Lord.

We talked about the weather...
Joshua thought it was mother nature in action.
Justin speaks up about what matters,
And says its God and Jesus who brings the rain.

He even mentioned how God’s pees on the cars...
I said, no He don’t do that.
Justin says, yes He does for sure.
I said, God gives the rain through the clouds with a smile.

Then at that he was content to go on and walk to school...
We walk to school in the mornings.
Justin is not a morning person, tis true.
Joshua gets up right away and is ready to play. 

I tell them that they cannot play their Lego video game...
Until there both ready and dressed for the morning to go to school.
They have a little breakfast and rush to brush their teeth and came,
To play their Lego video game with all the time they can squeeze in. 

On the way to school they run in front of me as far as they can...
Until I say, Stop, don’t cross past the stop sign,
I keep them in my sight so they can have a little fun.
Then we finally make it to school and have some breakfast.

Joshua likes to sit by his friends...
But when his brother needs a helping hand.
He’s there to help Justin,
We pick them up after school and go home for the day.

They are as different as night and day...
They resole in the floor and play.
They can argue and fight.
But I learned to love them with all my might.

They will be moving soon...
About an hour away from the city.
Moving to the country where they can bloom.
They are Two Funny Kids who are now my friends.

Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A poem that simply does not rhyme: 
In my opinion, has no chime.
The bells and whistles of a rhyming sequence,
Is the kind of music, my ears need frequent!
 How I admire the writer, who rhymes a story, 
 with creative words and is explanatory.
 I am completely raptured by the rhythm of a speaker, 
as he unravels his epic, to the  hungry seeker.
I love those moments of anticipation, 
as words flow with perfect collaboration.

The tales may be true, fictitious, or blue:
about a horse, a dog or even a shrew.
A child, a man, a box in the attic,
pure love, or hate, and also pragmatic!
A saga, a myth, a cow jumping over the moon,
The spring, the winter, or a hot day in mid-June!
The element of immeasurable surprise,
may bring happiness, weariness,  or crying eyes.
You can’t put a number on rhyming possibilities,
There may even be some that bring severe hostilities!

I know there are those that think I am just silly,
 some may even call me a country hillbilly!
One can even assert, that I may be a bit slow,
 since at age forty-nine, Dr. Seuss still sets me aglow. 
For, when it comes to rhyming, I get frivolously delirious.
 I suppose I could add that I am really not that serious!
Now, whatever your style of poem might be,
 don’t for a moment, stop to think about me.
Just be creative with everything that you write,
 and know our God in heaven wants you to take flight!

                                                                                                                Rhyme, Battle

Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |
Long ago in Booville lived a Doo
Doo had a friend named Rue-Foo
Rue-Foo was obsessed with candy
But he was never handy
Then Rue-Foo found a mooing Phu-boo

Copyright © Mia Harris | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |
What happened to my inspiration
Is causing me great perspiration
My mind is a blank
No one can I thank
For my creative hibernation

© 2013 Rick Zablocki

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Oh no!! I forgot – I had a plate of dessert In the cool freezer Oh no!! Dad forgot – He left his blue bowl of fruit On the clean counter!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
translation below

Vive le CANADA Libre
Toujours merveilleux
Toujours grand
Toujours libre
Terre de libertés
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays

plus d'informations

PKP est le surnom d'un fameux séparatiste qui veut se présenter à la direction du parti québécois. Même s'ils se proclament séparatistes, ce sont en réalité tous des traitres.
un mot plus juste..

À ne pas confondre avec le grand joueur de hockey, PK Suban!

Long Live Canada
Always beautiful
Always grand
Always free
Land of liberty
PKP, PKP,  never steal my Country
PKP, PKP,  never steal my Country

PKP is the nickname for Pierre Karl Peladeau, a Quebec seperatist

Copyright © Etienne Lariviere | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
He died forty
with strength and wit
He left a son Young and young

He died nighty 
With bones no teeth
He left a boy pale and forty

They meet in paradise
Dad still forty
Son at nighty
Dad thought it was grand pa
Son thought he was grand son
Who had died also

Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dodoitsu |
No more cake for you today, One slice less than yesterday, Soon you’ll be able to say; No more diet, HOORAY!!!

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
I will chase death and                                                                                                                                                        catch it                                                                                                                                                                                    then gum it to death                                                                                                                                                                   and with my last breath                                                                                                                                                      throw my false teeth at it

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
Life is funny, ain’t it?
You can draw perfectly, but they want it painted.

I’m doing my best-  these days - not to be so jaded
It was love at first sight - but on second glance - hatred

This hate -  we can’t escape it
So easy to give - so difficult to take it

Anxiety is the #1 - emotion in this country
Well…... isn’t that, fucking, lovely
Most -  can’t leave their house comfortably
Stressed from the feeling that “everyone’s judging me” (say in scared voice)

You’re damn fucking right you’re being judged
It’s instinctual, natural, human behavior

It’s only bullshit when people judge you
By the clothes you wear - because these days - it doesn’t say that much about you

If you wanna judge, 
Judge me on my character - by the words that I speak
Judge me on the way I made you feel when we meet

Judge me by my eyes when we have a conversation
Eyes don’t lie in almost every situation

Judge me on my smile, on my personal point of view
But please - don’t judge me by the brand of my shoes

Don’t judge me simply by my tee-shirt, or my hat
Don’t judge me just because of the place that I’m at

Don’t judge or label me and put me in a box
Don’t judge me and act accordingly - because I have something that you want

Don’t judge me - by the car that I drive 
Most people don’t know - I’ve looked death in the eyes

A stab wound across my stomach - gunshots in the sky
Don’t judge me for what I’d die for - but what I’ve already survived

Oh how I try - I always Say hi

To the Simple minded simpletons 
missing all the simple things - making life worth living in
It’s oh so simple to say goodbye
When giving up is the only option after years of giving in

And I’m sorry - for picking out your flaws
But I was born a virgo - and you can’t argue - with Universal laws

The stars made us, the planet raised us,
A complex biological machine manufactured from molecules and space dust

Some say-the human race-was born of luck
Some say that god - guides your hands as you touch

Some keep their feet on the ground - and don’t give a flying fuck
Some keep to themselves - inside invisible prison cells, stuck

And some...
Some just live - Simple and free
Ignorance is bliss - and I’m still trying to figure out - what bliss - really means 

Copyright © Andrew West | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |
London , holds all its stories of old
Tea time all day , tea with a cozy
Tea time held proper at 4pm.
Everyone stops , everyone awaits a pot.

Earl Grey to PG Tips 
Milk served with biscuits
tiny tea sandwiches 
with cucumbers and cream cheese 

From Luton to " the Cotwalds "
Always the same theme 

The different dialects are not important to us
We are fascinated by all the difference
We love the Beatles , and your red Bus.

what part of London you are from 
It really means nothing to the Yanks .

The East , to The south , The Northern , or West end
The fish and chips are delicious served in paper with Vinegar 
 Neapolitans with high tea , fresh cream , we Love Great Britain.  

  to be entered in " new contest "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I come out of my hole everyone is staring at me, what exactly do they want? Why won't they let me be? Every single year that passes I always have to endure pain, look to the sky you stupid people I can tell it's going to rain! They keep waking me up every, stinking, bitter, freezing year, I just want to be left alone to sleep every February second, brings me to tears. Just because your stupid calendar says to come by and knock on my door, "Stay right where you are please I'm feeling rather ill and poor." The door gets knocked down anyway they let in the harsh, Winter chill, "I'm trying to have a bath right now and I've taken a headache pill." I've tried my best to run away they grab me by the scruff of my neck, haul me out of my protective home and I yell, "WHAT IN THE LIVING HECK?!" I try to wriggle myself free just want to scream and shout, but all I can do right at this moment is stare at these stupid people . . . and pout. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Feb.2/2015 Poor groundhog. Being manhandled. LOL

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |
I have a God given talent
I rejoice but not ever lament
They said it is a wonderful thing
I must do share and sing

Some may or may not listen
Even though as long as I win
Not of fame but of joyous hearts
For so long been gloom and apart

The high and low notes, I'll reach
Tactful enough to be on right pitch
I may swing in a fidget ditch
It's fine as long as I'll not miss

I will tunely swing both my arms
Harmoniously to the music at hand
I may open and close my eyes 
To feel each lyrics in vies

It's not only my voice that sings
Also does my heart it rings
Uncaring the people's glances
Displaying this in chosen chances

By: olive_eloi


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
The Keystone Cops were funny
Chaplin, Keaton, and Fields too.
Laurel & Hardy and Will Rogers
were some of the names we knew.

Who can forget the Stooges
or all the pies we saw them throw.
Who didn't laugh at the Brothers Marx
or Abbot & Costello?

Berle, Caesar, Crosby & Hope
could always bring a tear.
So would Allen, Paar, Kovacs, and Carson
as they guffawed us to the floor.

Gleason had Carney, Martin had Lewis, Lucy had Desi
and Carol Burnett had her crew.
Cosby, Pryor, and Murphy
all taught us to laugh anew.

Cohen, Benny, Diller, Rivers, and Rickles
are names that we recollect.
Who wouldn't fall out of his chair
when Rodney "Got no respect."

Let's not leave out any of the Brits as
Benny Hill, Mr. Bean, and the Two Ronnies were funnier than some.
Their take on humor was a bit different from our own
But that's why we had such fun with Faulty Towers and Monty's Python.

We have had Billy, Whoopi, Robin, and Carlin,
Johnny, Jay, Dave, and too many more to name.
But each still brings us laughter,
Today their job's the same.

They still poke fun at life's human side
as did the jester who first began the gaff.
So, when a comic entertains you...
Be generous with your laughs.

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Look, to your left a pot of gold, this is not real.

Look, to your right a pot of silver, this is not real.

Look, down money all around, this is not real.

Look! Look! Up at the  sky Christ lives, now this is what is really real.

Copyright © Deborah Turner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
         Rays of yellow and orange sunlight
           Your eyes beaming with delight
     Strolling hand by hand along the garden
   Where flowers blooms and sweetness blend

         Tucking an orchid behind my ear
         Drawing me so close and so dear
         I smell your musky natural scent
         Twirling and filling me with sense

       Quietly, we sat and had a small talk
           Unminding even, as night falls
             On the grass, we lie down
    Staring up and pointing to heaven stars 

    Under the shadowy gleam of the moon
     There and there, we shared one kiss
    Next to you in a warmth loving cocoon

5:23 pm

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Nothing is funny,
when you are hungry..
Your stomach is madden,
You mouth is widen..
keeping him waiting for food,
Chances his mood..
He doesn't negotiate,
not in his hungry state..
When his food comes late,
Everything you like,you will hate...
Nothing is funny,
When your belly is empty....

Copyright © Prince Ekpemandu | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
  Urban dictionary says "narwhal; an amazing, magical combination of a unicorn and whale"- oh ok,
 I'm sure one can find beautiful things about a narwhal. The same way we find beautiful things in raindrops and matching sock. And like all beautiful things we write about there are always things that threaten the inhabitants of those thoughts implanted in our subconscious. There is something so personal about comparing ourselves to beautiful things and then pinning terrible things to the people that make us unbeautiful.
Like... I am a narwhal. And how I swim through my sea of thoughts, filled with colorful imagination. And how the only thing that makes me thankful for the Horn on my existence is you. Sleeping soundly in the oil spills that linger in my blowhole- despite the fact that the word "blowhole" is super unpoetic! Even more than the word super.
But that's how you make my little metaphorical narwhal heart feel! You're the one with the harpoon words and gallons upon gallons of wasteful, wishful thinking that you're better than me. GOD DIDNT GIVE A UNICORN HORN! HUH?! No that was ME!

Copyright © Ravyn LaMae | Year Posted 2015

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A candle light formal dinner
Some prefers like that
but as for me
I want it up in a rooftop
Or simply in the garden
A picnic in the rooftop,
Where we can see the skies
Under the moonlit and stars
I wish the house near a beach
So we could see seagulls free
If in the garden..
A flower tuck side in my ear
I wish there are lots of flowerbuds
Half and fully blossomed
So their natural fragrance gloom
Butterflies that will fly 
Hope there's a tree we can lean
Or to each other's arms we can lean
Being next to each other
Holding and squeezing each other's hands
Sometimes even a half hug 
Or him or me lying on one's lap
Putting a grape or chip to one's lip
Caressing one's face
Familiarizing with each curve
Lots or small talking or no talk
Appreciating the essence of togetherness

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014