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The Last Supper

Have I?
Captured you?
Rapture’d you?
I stare at you
The moon at my back
Wine dripping as blood
Life dripping from your soul
My red hair shines and glows
My Naughty thoughts so sublime
I will devour you
I will make you
Make you be who you are
Make you howl like a wolf in the night
Pleasures as you have never known
Caressing upon your chest
My love, we have no time at all to rest
In peace, just yet
Do you see me, full of your essence?
I smile at our fate of the evening time
I know in the end
All the pleasure I bring to you
You oh great love will return ten fold
I will moan like a satisfied feline
We have accomplished what our tribes said was not
Allowed or possible
Hold me dear
Hold me forever
As we plunge
Together in the depths of love
And leave this world

Notes: This poem was all over the map, and finally I molded it after the famous Romeo and Juliet.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Leaving Paris

The Celtic jewel
A nice snapshot in history
Almost earned her respect
And I used to think
All Parisian girls 
Would be like Betty Blue
The Arc de Triomphe
And the Eiffel Tower
Still stand
Just as sure 
As when
Hitler rolled in
Since then
The cup of political correctness
Hath runneth over
Spilling poison
All over the map of Europe
And cities such as Paris
Have suffered the affliction of dilution
Homogenized people
Slowly being milked of their humanity
The enemy is not from within
But without
Paris is one of those places
Like Stonehenge
The energy is good
The air is smooth
And the place itself
Is at peace
With itself
I finally found a good Beaujolais
It’s a 2014 Brouilly
I owe Paris this poem
She has been good to me
Kept me safe 
During dangerous times of occupation
It’s a nice place to wake up in
And always will be
Eventually the French resistance
Will rise up
Just as before
It took time
It always takes time
You got under my skin
Six months in Paris
Will draw a tear in my eyes
When I leave
It already has

Copyright © Robert Black | Year Posted 2015

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On Seeing Electrons

As a follow up 
to my poll on seeing 
electrons, I have to share with everyone a 
conversation I had with my son yesterday. 

In discussing the electron issue, 
we talked about what things would look like if you were a photon. 
We decided that you would be at a mall, 
staring at a map of the universe. 
There would be dots all over the map, 
each one saying, 

"You are here." 

Well, we 
        thought it was funny!


Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2010

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You Told Me


On me you'd tittle tattle
Too often you told me fiddle-faddle
Now you're beginning to unravel
Can't even handle
Your own battle
And are being used an example
For what happens when you pull a scandal

You told me claptrap
It's time I speed off on you like Amtrak
Time I rise like Nasdaq
And get the better hand in blackjack

You told me nonstop
Hog wash
And got caught
When you talked bosh

Near endless drivel
You often told me piffle
You don't know how to play the fiddle
Or how to make a missile

You're full of
You haven't been on a gondola
Or ever used a bola
And still drive a Corolla

You told me tommyrot
And I knew right away, at a coffee shop
When you kept spewing poppyc...
I knew you were as useful as a soggy sock

What you say is disregarded
You told me garbage
Never once did you get involved in carnage
Or end up in an area that was uncharted

Between you and me there is a difference
You continually told me gibberish
With ignorance
And everyone got sick of it

You kept telling bunk
And selling junk
Thinking your **** never stunk
Now everyone thinks of you as a punk
Whose ship is sunk

Don't try to apologize
It's no suprise
I could see it in your eyes
You told me lies
Which wasn't wise
And quickly led to your demise
As well as you rotting beside the flies

Seeing right through the suspense
Playing both sides of the fence
At your own expense
You told me nonsense
Hence the cost for you was immense

You told me nothing but bulls...
Next thing I knew you did bite the bullet

The same old spiel
You told me you were real
Then from me you tried to steal
After that ordeal
I soon saw you keel

User beware
I always knew life wasn't fair
You told me you would be right there
And when **** hit the fan, I didn't see you anywhere
Yet another one full of hot air
I guess they didn't have a prayer
Since they fell into a pit of despair

You told me nothing but malarkey
And for that you'll be sorry

Smells like you stepped in dookie
Never once spoke truly
You told me phooey
You've never fired an uzi
Except for on Call of Duty
Now excuse me
I'm going to take advantage of opportunity
Make money, and possibly spend it foolishly
Like I do usually

As a matter of fact
You told me you had my back
Then set me up in a trap
In hopes that I would get whacked
Typical, pitiful crap
Seen all over the map
It all was an act
By another rat
Who was taken out fast
Buried underneath stones, dirt, and grass

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2018

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The Wild She

She was all over the map
In feelings, and terror
Of things that could happen

She could not be contained.
The best of us tried.

The screaming
The shrieking
The terror
It was all real 
To her.

Only made
Sense to
Those who
Also consumed
By the same
Type of

The demons
Could never
Be calmed

But we could
Not relate.

None of
Us had
Ever experienced
This insane type
  Of Wildness.

It takes a special
 Dose of abandonment
And neglect to
Create this level
Of distrust

It takes a special
Child to live
Through this
Kind of

She was
With mad,
And none
Of us could
Help her
Was no
Way to

No reference
Points, as none
Of us had
ever experienced
This kind of

She had to
Be given
Paints and
Inks and
Learn to settle
Herself down,
In her own

In her own
Time, creating
Her own kind of

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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All Over The Map

Poets are all over the map, 
Spreading around the whole wide world; 
They write in various languages, 
Different thoughts they have unfurled. 

Gadgets are all over the map, 
Scattered over a great distance; 
They can be used in daily life 
By man at any given chance. 

Love is all over the map, 
Dwelling in the hearts of people 
Who sow peace, compassion, and care 
For each and every human soul. 

Knowledge is all over the map, 
Easy to find from the website; 
Just connect to the Internet, 
An information is in sight. 

Propagation of the true faith 
Is without hiatus or gap; 
The real Church Of Christ membership 
Is clearly all over the map.

Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018

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Poems Are Definately Democratic

Poems Are Definately Democratic

My poems definitely did become democratic;
While hearing Trump raising so  much static;
Commotion caused,
With his small paws;
Being terrible had been his biggest tactic.

Trump has not only confiscating the clover,
He sure had been  screwing all of  us over;
Sunny and bright;
No not tonight,
And even is an obvious orange hair grower.

Trump skinned a **** and made into a cap,
And trouble  he caused is all  over the map;
To north ponted;
Finger disjointed;
Still has been learning how to cut the crap,

Jim Horn

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018