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Premium Member Both Sides For Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.

Premium Member Beneath a Hazy Pink Sky

The first
close-up of Mars      was 1996  since then-
a flotilla of  fly-bys   orbiters     landers     and rovers

fourth planet from the Sun
    roman God of war it is called

always the question    is Mars  habitable for living life
key to existence    water    is there water on Mars
could living creatures still exist 
perhaps    WE    will become    life on Mars

a continual chain of explorations      finding new discoveries
polar ice caps
     drifting clouds in its atmosphere
         seasonal weather patterns
                huge volcanoes  the size of Arizona
       canyons     and proof of former flooding

it is rocky and cold        and dry    with a-
a hazy pink sky     (that seems beautiful to me)

is Mars habitable for humans
the Curiosity Mars science laboratory
rover is on   a  bold  exploration       of discovery
for science
     for technology
             to find answers to questions and questions        

did you know you could send 
             a postcard to Curiosity

the future holds promise      with the launch in 2020
of a robotic science rover      seeking life
all part of the Mars exploration
program    to address the key question
      the potential for life on Mars

And why 2020 you ask
well     that is when Earth and Mars are 
     in the most advantageous positions of orbit

but for me there is another key question
would I-

     leave this beautiful place of Earth
                                       for a unknown existence
on a planet rocky    cold    dry    with volcanoes erupting

but oh
     something about that hazy pink sky    beckons

______________________________
June 22, 2015


Free Verse

For the contest, Subject Mars, sponsor, Joe Maverick

Third Place

Premium Member Needy

Needy

Wants!
They are so hard to handle.
Everyone has one, even if they don’t want one. 
Some try to hide theirs, but it shows. 
I hate to be the bearer of bad news. 

What are they exactly?
Hard to say. They show up in different ways…
all the time. 
Disguised as unrest, colored in the corners…
by regret, and disobedience. 
Yet, we put them back in the cage.
Cornered for the moment. 

Work to pay the bills, our lives so rounded. 
Work to eat and sleep and work again. 
Is there no end?

Dreams should be big, meaningful and above all…
“attainable” to everyone to some degree. 
Not everyone is a singer, but we all sing. 
Not everyone is a lover, but we all long to love. 

When do you give in, to the willingness to live?
When it is advantageous to the betterment of tomorrow. 
Until then work, and save for today, 
The future, is mine…(yours, ours)
I have a need, but am not needy. 
I have a desire, but not unclean.
I have a value set, that I wish to give…

Payment is not necessary as my requirement(s)
will then, be met by prayer.
“Want”(s) will no longer be necessary, 
as I will be fulfilled.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.


Hindsight

Hindsight 

you are watching someone all too familiar
hovering anxiously above and apart
a shadow puppet
bound to neither be seen nor heard
again you sigh and shake your head
they stumble down the wrong path 
unhurried though running offensively late
how many times must you wince 
as they pluck poison berries
and wash them down with tainted water?
as they lose themselves
amongst dense bracken
chasing mirages of shimmering falsehood? 
your lofty position proves advantageous
panoramic views for miles 
surveying hidden shortcuts
pitfalls peppered with sharp spikes
to break bones and tear flesh
charming strangers with arms outstretched 
and naught but ill intentions...
you scream until your throat bleeds black
you wring your hands and cry of frustration 
as they stagger toward a cliffs sharp edge 
to plummet and shatter like porcelain 
for they do not hear you 
they can not hear you
and veiled by tears 
now you yourself 
are flying blind

Split Personality

Normally I am sober
Love to socialize
Never lose composure
Need no disguise

I am an IT engineer
I am a good husband
Clara my wife dear
Earns several thousand

We are a happy family
Except the deadly alter
As they say the insanity
Needs a strong halter

Whenever you humiliate me
The rebel will come up
Will bring out invariably
The beast in my soul-hub

And when the beast is out
To do something horrible
Irrational bloods shout
I am criminally terrible 

But the normal I has no memory
Of the monster in me
Nor the alter is aware
Of the others who accompany

This dissociation is disastrous
Psychiatry has no remedy
Psychotherapy is advantageous
For the disturbed chemistry

The broken home of my childhood
Haunts me in my dream
Both the identities in the darkness 
Are in full-throated scream

Doctors give me medicines
For anxiety and depression
Sending me in reticence
To tranquilize the elephant 


I don’t  know how long I will stay
With this miserable destiny
I am afraid one clouded day
I'll kill both of me
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May 22, 2016
For: Split Personalities – Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Brian Davey

The Golden Thread

The golden thread
Ties them together
Like the strings of the spider
Wrapping around 
So strong- binding so softly

Binding so softly 
A web enclosing
The two into one
Feeling eternally entwined
Not wanting to separate

This fiber- such great value
Surrounding and uniting the couple  
Produces a feeling of security
As they touch each other
A thrilling sensation

Generating a feeling of wealth
Sealing components
Creating a team
Mutually advantageous
The perfect symbiosis

The bond is made 
Weaving hearts together
In the most special way
Sprouting its magical seeds
Drawing them closer and closer

The golden thread of love
An unbreakable tie
Ultimate joy of togetherness
Visions of the future
A dream come true

The golden thread
Binding so softly
This fiber- such great value
Generating a feeling of wealth
The bond is made
The golden thread of love
© Paul Geisz  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Life - Perhaps

Mars the fourth planet from the Sun and named after the God of War,
      The first close-up was in 1996 and since then a flotilla of orbiters;
Fly-bys, landers, and rovers have been looking for existence of life,
               Always, is there water on Mars and could humans exist there?

A continual chain of explorations, finding new discoveries like polar ice,
      Drifting clouds in its atmosphere, seasonal patterns, and volcanoes,
The size of Arizona, canyons, prove of flooding, proof it is rocky and cold,
            But what seems beautiful to me is the hazy pink sky above.

Is Mars habitable? The Curiosity Mars Science Laboratory Rover,
      Is on a bold exploration of discovery of science for technology;
To find answers, did you know you could send a postcard from Mars?
            The future holds promise with the launch in 2020 of a robot.

A robotic science rover seeking out life, all part of the Mars Exploration,
      And why 2020 you ask? Well that is when the Earth and Mars;
Are in the most advantageous positions of orbit. Will they find life?
            For me, even if they do, will I want to leave beautiful Earth?

Will I want to live on a cold rocky planet with volcanoes erupting,
      With no forests or rivers and streams, no flowers or cities?
But perhaps in time we will have no option as the Earth is failing,
           And there is something about that hazy pink sky that beckons.

___________________________
May 7, 2016

Poetry/Verse/Life - Perhaps
Copyright Protected, ID 16-787-509-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Premium Member Morality

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Morality

Moral
development,
standard adolescence,
we are externally controlled
also, trials are judged,
consequences
follows

Moral
adaptation
sensing both personal
and societal involvement
in adulthood supports
reestablish
bygone

Moral
definitives
intricate principles
rules obeyed avoids penalty
substitutes horrible
if it is met
better

Moral
law-and-order
continues through our life,
unpunished lawbreakers create
lawlessness, and mayhem
advantageous
urbane

Moral
circumference,
best helps one's interest
serving others, will further you,
naught based on loyalty
encouragement
reward

Moral
behavior's
when laws vary of rules,
light abstracts versus absolutes
o'er prejudiced thinking,
alternatives
exploit

Moral
complacency
peaceful coexistence
when facial grins excel the glares
good choices existed
self-reliance
attained

*Heptastich is a non-rhyming verse poem of 7 lines, syllables are; 2-4-6-8-6-4-2

2021 March 16

Premium Member Theresa May

May Showers

When it rains it may pour on the soaking wet poor
drenched to the crossbones feeding on crumbs
too disempowered at food banks to scramble

A hurricane brewing sweeping the floor underneath
slipping away into the floods glass ceilings in sight
that cannot be reached while scraps trickle down

The rich become richer while health care gets lost
advantageous no doubt for social benefits cuts
we got money for Trident but can’t eat the bills

Europe for Britain soon a distant memory and that
powerful vision of Peace and compassion in tatters
Theresa not mother but May showers despair and

Injustice Arrogance neo-liberal Prisons and Shackles
Will someone please find me a raincoat and a rubber
dingy and pray I don’t drown on insanity’s crossings

Premium Member Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

Who am I a question often I ask
not wanted but adopted when born
then have had stammer all my days
making it struggle to sound my horn

In mid twenties met with God
receiving His merciful love so divine
found great desire for His truth
so transforming effect be all mine

Learn that God has personal purpose
set out  for my life alone
having put His son on Calvary's cross
dying for me my sins to atone

Now retired and able to write
enjoy God's peace not be afraid
God's creation perfected by His hand
fearfully and wonderfully made

Celebrating silver wedding anniversary
this month such a blessed time
life's memories encapture happiness
so fully entwined with advantageous rhyme

( written this year ago my silver anniveresary was a year ago at this time)

Short On Telomeres

Each subsequent process of cell division    
i.e. mitosis sans biological parlance 
erodes chromosomal cap re: telomere if u can envision
some juncture senescence prevails – 
apoptosis no chance to prevent natural degradation 
and one alternate decision opting to bail out 
subsequent etching chronological age – 
averse at a glance to mortal male, who decries death breed’s frisson.

Thus disallowing healthy end of life discussion 
once tutu shed rescinding plenti more figurative song and dance routines 
final curtain call closes existence, where grim reaper jeers with derision    
at attempts to thwart cessation of mortality, 
whereby scientists seek to en-hance longevity – 
even exhuming the dead (or thawing deceased 
from suspended animation) and experimenting 
with nonanesthetic induced incision.    

To rewind expired meter fostering demise after staying alive – 
with lance a lot chock full of chemical concoctions (hatched at round table)
to revive corpse as ultimate mission.

Yet, any effort to transcend genetic bulwark engendered 
from bulge in pants (that initially unleashes biological reproduction 
viz zit head via seminal swimmer in tandem with merging ova) 
based on advantageous coupling favored position, 
ought not be tampered with 
lest havoc t’will rent asunder ranting rabid quest per final course 
since egg versus chic hen ala kin collision.    

Inscribed within DNA blueprint from extinct cousins of uncles and aunts 
prepping monster to burst from Ray Kurzweil laboratory      
whereby to halt recalcitrant son or daughter spanning cradle to grave
invariably yields zombie, spells monstrous FRUITION!

Spring

The sun shines in a friendly glow while the birds sing mating songs, searching for 
that lost bond of intimate natural longing. Greenery illuminates the path through the 
garden, colorfully decorating the atmosphere with contentment. Leaves drift 
beatifically to their resting place in the aura of serenity; wisdom in the blossoms 
wherein dastardly royalty is usurped by inane benevolence. Such generosity cannot 
freely bandy about when originated from petulant systems of feigned philanthropy. 
Evidence mystifies the instituted kindness with otherworldly martyrdom prevailing 
over dynamically advantageous disproportion. A youthful sprite exudes sage 
harmony that listens intently to ruminated introversion and callously disregards 
obnoxious outburst. A twig snaps into seventy equivalent sections; equilibrium 
begets solitude among the predetermined assortment. Begin again and sweetly 
profound anew. Did it start? Nevermore, with the exception of a shift in the concept 
of causality's influence: kleptomania for knowledge and acceptance of besmirched 
spirits. Souls pine for an existential seed to spurt roots and permeate the dirty 
confinement. Cyclical imperfection trudges through sludge, almost cinematic in its 
unveiling. It is astounding in each fresh, yet repitious succession. A song skips lyrical 
lust and jumps to instumental amelioration: The symphonic glory of all 
encompassing, magnificent, eternal, ascending powerfully and synthetically 
descending, original, cooperative, and unorthodox love.

Just Told It

He became cold,

advantageous amp-

...ready endearment. 

steady slow.

.storage hiatus. 

!styled simple storage study.

!=your inertia.

Tone

Cruz croppin' cruz control,

contralateral craw fishing on the soul-

grounding intimidation,

growling conversations,

growing in the grooms greatest advantageous...

Glowing-
gory the launch pad goal,

cloning calamity's spindrift off the walls of the show.

Free Cee a Dad and a Dove Who Died When Their Mate Did I Miss You Dad

This was written in 2009.....I never gave it to him:

IF ONLY I HAD BEEN MORE LIKE HIM

A man of infinite intellect told me to start thinking about thinking
And believe me that his is indisputable intelligence
The only problem is too much of the time I am thinking about drinking
Or doing the distinctly dishonest thing with duly deemed diligence

So I decided to write these words for no good reason at all
The only reason for scribing this is because I felt it was what I was supposed to do
I’ve discovered it’s difficult to think when you’re banging your head on a wall
And thinking about doing the right thing, to me, is a concept too brand new

So I am sitting here thinking about thinking with dedication
Yet with perseverance I am perceiving the dark and the dim
This man of infinite intelligence spoke words with an important implication
And I am also thinking about my father and how advantageous it would be if I were more like him
Jeff!
Too late now, sadly

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