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Fit to be tied

I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming 
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head 
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox 
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again


Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015


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VIETNAM and the GRACE OF GOD.. another fallen marine

VIETNAM and the GRACE OF GOD.. “ another fallen marine” The daughter of a lucky Vietnam marine, his only child is my husband you see lucky because he made it out alive, aware of the alternative.. as he watched buddies die. Some days for hours I’d listen to stories many times in disbelief………… it wasn’t until he pulled out his pictures that he made a believer of me. Enemy fire, hell in the jungle, and finely beyond the grenades, I remember him saying it was by the grace of GOD, the reason their Asses were saved. Proud they were and lucky to go home, now here we are, fourty years down the road. While my husband, our daughter, his mother and I, feel very fortunate to have been a part of his life As luck would have it.. this cliché is a lie, those who felt lucky never had luck on their side. A soldier selflessly sacrifices life some were called quickly and others over time. Dad was a marine during the Vietnam War standing front line and center, freedom at the core Positioned in the jungle, men were exposed It’s silent, and brewing, agent orange as we know. Agent Orange is the reason so doctors have said, that caused the cancer and the death of our dad. A MAN of all MEN he will always be known as another fallen marine has been called home.


Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2010


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Berlin

I had been studying to make Sergeant,
And was scheduled for the afternoon promotion board.
To get some practice and test the waters,
I volunteered for the morning's Soldier Of The Month Board.

The Battalion recently had been given
A ticket for the well-known Berlin Orientation Tour.
During the in-brief, the Battalion Commander
Said the ticket would go to the soldier with the highest score.

As luck would have it, I won;
Beating out by a quarter of a point a Staff Sergeant.
Not only was I going to Berlin for a week,
I was recommended to be promoted to E-5 Sergeant.

The Berlin Orientation Tour didn't count as leave;
As it was considered Permissive Temporary Duty (PTDY).
Riding the duty train to West Berlin
We had to keep all the windows shaded through East German territory.

 The Wall had already come down by then,
But the Soviets were still occupying East Germany.
As a group we toured a modern museum
Documenting how some East Germans had escaped to be free.

One day we passed through Checkpoint Charlie,
And saw the Soviet monuments and troops in East Berlin.
I collected pieces just chipped off the Berlin Wall
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.


Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016


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Yippee-i-o-ki-ay

Ben raised up a dern disappointment, Daddy, well, he wanted a boy.
Wasn’t nothing under the bleeding red sun Ma could do but keep on a tryin’
Ya’siree, she was one branded filly and dern iffin that filly didn’t birth a maverick.
Daddy, well he had him some hard times a com’n 
and he didn’t ev’n try to hide his fallen face when Sis was born.
that un, well, she was maverick number two!

Daddy was the devil may care sort and him and his seed strayed far afield,
sowing his wild oats, praying for an heir, he himself was one
‘slick hairy dick’ so to speak [that’s cowboy lingo for a maverick himself]
and you know what they say, “The cow plop don’t fall far from its arse”
He kept on pokin’ Ma ‘till he got that boy, all nine caterwauling  pounds!
Dynasty founded, one hell of a shindig was thrown, as luck would have it,
Dad strayed, but not before he taught his gal’s not to take guff from any man!

Out on the range, Dad rounded up a couple more Betty’s
“Yehaw, did that brand sizzle” got his self a couple more bucko’s
for the dynasty and another sweet filly, all of them mavericks to the core.
Funny thing is old Dad’s gal’s got more balls then most men.
So, I guess in the end [wink] he taught us well!


*This is a Cowboy Poem, it is a maverick to it's form because

Cowboy poetry is rhymed, metered verse written by someone who has lived a significant portion of his or her life in Western North American cattle culture. The verse reflects an intimate knowledge of that way of life, and the community. 
[Never lived in the West, don't like anything that looks at me with one eye! 
"...names have been changed to protect the innocent."

P.S. I'm the maverick!



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012


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Enough of That

There’s a fairy in my garden,
Her voice is rather rough
And when I asked her for her name
She answered, “Fairy Nuff.”

“That’s fair enough,” was my reply,
“It  seems to suit you well.”
“Oh no,” she said “I’m not like that,
I’m under someone’s spell.

I flirted with a Fairy Prince
On last year’s Halloween,
And just as luck would have it
I upset the Fairy Queen.

She said that I’m not Goody Nuff
And this of course is true,
For she is really rather posh
And very well-to-do.

The Fairy Queen just waved her wand
And said she’d had enough,
How dare I try to steal her son!
So now I’m Fairy Gruff.

My voice was always crystal clear
And I could sing so well
But now I croak pathetically,
A cracked and worn-out bell.

Well fancy that, just look who’s here,
My very handsome Prince!
We met at your Mum’s party
And I haven’t seen you since.

Oh yes, my voice!  That’s all her fault,
Her spells are very good,
She thinks I want to win your heart
And I would do if I could.

You’ve really set my wings on fire
With love and admiration
But your Mother has the final word,
You’re way above my station.

You like me, did I hear you say,
You care for me as well?
Then prove yourself my Fairy Prince
And break your Mother’s spell.

Yes of course, I’ll stand quite still
And close my eyes real tight
And when I’m Fairy Nuff again,
We’ll set the world alight.

Your Mother doesn’t frighten me,
She’s really not that mean,
We’ll let the strength of our regard
Placate the Fairy Queen.

We know that love can conquer all,
She must have heard that said
So when we seek her blessing
It’s sure that we will wed.”

Once more my garden’s empty
Except for flowers and stuff,
And it’s very quiet and peaceful
But I think that’s fair enough.


Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2013


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BROKEN OAK

                       Intro: 
To be a writer such as he, there are none
  His work outlasts the best, I’m sure…
        …~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601-
“to hold, as t’ were, the mirror up to nature…” 


                                                           BROKEN OAK
                                         ~*Rispetto/ Miranda Lambert ©*~
                                                      Contest: “The Tree”
                                                     Written: 04/20/2011

                             Nestled on scaly plates, known as the White Oak
                           Pennetly lobed leaves, twiddled between my fingers
                             While the morning dew, the summer sun did soak
                                      As the aura of this native wood lingers
                                  In the “Y” shaped branches, only I could fit
                                 And hour or two I stay, as luck would have it
                          Ghastly winds blow my hair, my branch starts to sway
                                 We both come tumbling down, dwindling away


Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011


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Happy 4th of July- patriotic repost

In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together 
To make our own fireworks

And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free

Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub

Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme 

As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight

With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and our toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole

But we did put on a show not soon forgotten 
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be 
There's now a community pool in it's place 

So come and join us on this holiday 
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017


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Turquoise Lake

In southern Colorado, 
that old rocky mountain state, 
beneath God's azure heavens 
is a place called Turquoise Lake.

We'd been driving all around, 
it was time to take some lunch. 
The lake looked right for fishing, 
at least that was my hunch.

After chow I got my gear 
and headed for the shore. 
I tied on a jitterbug, 
who could ask for anything more.

Weedy cover on the left 
set off a loud alarm, but 
I was casting to the right 
just to limber up my arm.

From behind an old man came, 
he'd been watching for awhile, 
"Surface lures won't work out here," 
he mumbled with a smile.

"You know this is a trout lake, 
they don't hit on surface lures, 
so get yourself a fly rod 
and you'll catch some fish for sure."

Now just as luck would have it 
you know where the next cast goes, 
it's just off of the weed bed, 
how that water did explode.

A Mackinaw grabbed my lure 
and he started on a run. 
I was fishing ultra-light, 
it was really lots of fun.

The oldster stood in wonder, 
said he never would have thought 
that on a rig like I had 
an old Mac could be caught.

Finally the trout gave up, 
he came in without delay. 
The hook came out and he was gone 
to fight another day. 


Copyright © John Summers | Year Posted 2014


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Space Rock Climber

Space Rock Climber was born to the void
On an asteroid named for its ores and metals
Orbiting the sun one year after another
Morning never comes
Day never breaks
Silence goes on forever dead

A 10 year old son abandoned by parents
Who moved back to their home planet, Earth
The boy climbs rocks for a living on a rock

Food ran out two years ago
The climber turned to stones and minerals 
Surviving on dirt sustenance alone

Rocks stay in place forever with their flavor
Easy to hunt down in craters
                              
Black skies scream at the stars
Lack of atmosphere, depleted air
Low oxygen, no spare tanks, parental lies
Laid out on the platform of dark horizons

No one lives for long in outer space 
Parents should not leave their children all alone
Like so much liter waste and weightlessness 
He forgot their names
Embraced the great beyond as his domain

They had no room on board the ship they said
If only he were a little lighter
Perhaps he would fit between the gold and silver
Shipments of such commodities are revered

Rock climber has no name
It is not needed in this environment
Temperatures run from the sun 
From hot to cold as is expected
Climate fluctuates that way in space
The young man stays the same
Stands on solid ground
Time sets no limits on the day
As the asteroid tumbles on
No doubt it has directions figured out

A barren rock is not a proper home                                               
If he could remember, he would forget
It's for the best
Abandonment is not healthy for the mind 

Mom and dad left him minors tools 
Smiled and gave advice                                                      
They told him to climb high ridges
And wave good-bye

It is a trial out in space
Cry’s go unheard and serve no purpose
The vacuum of the void defines survival
This is the only world he knows

Rock Climber goes up the granite inclines  
To find minerals for his soul
He grows too old to work 
Then something happened

As luck would have it a collision just occurred  
An asteroid hit his little world
Hurled him and his rock back home
Finally he would see the Earth
Enter the atmosphere in a hurry
Just in time to tell his mom and dad
Don't worry!  Don't burn alone!
I'm here so we can have a blast together



Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016


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AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT



As luck would have it
But luck is not the word
You attracted reading this
Although it sounds absurd

I have a message for you
I would like to plant this seed
Believe this information
That you are about to read.

Love attracts love

Hate attracts hate

Peace attracts peace

Happiness attracts happiness

I could go on, its an endless list
What you are attracting will persist
So be aware of all you think
You know what I mean
Nudge nudge, wink wink.


Copyright © simone segal | Year Posted 2009


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Exploding Airbags

Exploding Airbags

There you have it, another car user death reported in an accident..
Somewhere in Houston , Detroit a 17 Year old is the latest statistic...

As in any day, while being on the road, we risk getting into an accident..
As luck would have it, most of us survive to live and tell, to relive the incident....

With the latest technological advances in vehicular safety incorporated in cars..
We all spare nary a second thought on the issue of exploding airbags in cars...

But this latest accident, what a scary piece of news for the unwary driver...
The car being driven, it could have been fitted with faulty air inflators...

There has been a massive recall on affected cars the world all over....
Is that nice family car you are driving one of these affected car models...

In this latest accident, this unlucky Richmond girl  rear ended another car...
Nothing to it, it was just a minor accident, another mishap involving cars...

In the words of the investigating police officer, most people safely walk away..
But in this unfortunate case, the sudden jolt triggered the airbag inflators...

Safe to imagine, the exploding force blasted to smithereens  metal canisters...
Imagine the split second moment of flying metal shards and shrapnels all over..

What an unimaginable deathtrap in the fine cosy interior of a nice family car...
If one is unlucky, one will not live to tell the tale of walking away unscathed..

So here it is, a little info on this unintentional death that endangers all drivers...
Each time we get into our nice family cars, are they safe enough, do you wonder?

http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/05/05/honda-two-more-takata-linked-airbag-deaths-in-malaysia/
http://finance.yahoo.com/news/honda-reports-10th-us-death-192952748.html
http://finance.yahoo.com/news/11-people-died-due-exploding-200801611.
http://www.safercar.gov/rs/takata/takatalist.html
http://www.safercar.gov/


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016


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The Champion Sister - Abuse

The moonlight shimmered through the ripples of the lake water
The stars danced about like the animals down under
Calm and peaceful, was the atmosphere there
She sat at the edge of the ridge with great wonder.

Staring out afar, her sadness disappeared
As she watched the beauty of nature unfold
Like a child she dangled her legs in the water
If the trees could talk what amazing stories could be told.

On the other end a couple lay in each others arms
Enjoying the scenery from above.
Stealing a kiss now and then and caressing each other
then glancing back in eyes that were full of love

This had been their favorite place and safe haven
Where she and her sister Lily, would come down to every night.
A tear began to fall as she remembered those times.
When they both would escape each time their mum and step dad would fight.

Hesitating at first, she turned, then looked back
And the painful memories appeared
Looking again at the house they once lived in,
where her sister and she had cowered in fear

Lily would hold her tight and dry away her tears
And magically produce a chocolate from under her sleeve
She would tell her stories of princes and princesses
And that they would come true if she just believed.

It was Lily’s way of comforting her, making her forget about the ordeal
Although she too was scared, she would hide away her pain
She pretended to be stronger just for her sister’s sake.
Though it killed her inside to watch her mum get beat up again

This was their waking nightmare every single night
Dwelling in isolation and a monster at their side
They thought it would never end, and this was their only fate
But as luck would have it, the man up above was always there to guide.

The monster had been defeated, dying by his own hand
Falling from the roof into to a spike on the ground
It killed him at once and not a tear was shed
Instead a sigh of relief was finally found.

She looked on the other end as the memories disappeared,
And smiled as she saw Lily still staring in her husband’s eyes
The past was gone and a bright future lay ahead
At peace now, as she sat and admired the beautiful night skies.


Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013


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Last Call

Last Call
	
	This is where I feel at ease. Senses heightened subtly by the mixture of light and darkness. The night time lights; bar lights, street lamps, flashing fluorescent advertisements, candle light, moon light; nights are illuminated with versatility, glow sticks ever growing, ever changing the scenery.  The street lamps reflect in a puddle near the sidewalk.  Fleeting fluorescents pronounce the beauty of eclecticism.  Candlelight surpassed only by the light of moon’s romance
					
                                                                for whom do I emanate
					                        light and dark mingle	
					                        perceptions change according

	Reflecting back, I had no hips when I began my career. They were not necessary for my clients.  I beheld the warmth and beauty, starving for positive attention, and pleasing another, after family imprisonment had me chained down and kicked for so long.  (A flower for just a greeting, I had found my calling).   After thirty-three years in my lucrative, business, I have blossomed into the shape of an hourglass, with the wisdom and class that come naturally with study for my service.  I have a few fledglings of my own, able to sway their hips and converse interestingly with the painted lips of their chosen trade.  They will flourish alongside me, if they take my hard, learned lessons as gospel.
					
                                                                 youth is coveted by most
					                         stay fit or lose ground
					                         keep current and set high goals

	As luck would have it daddy broke naught my spirit, nor my bones, but did a job on my secret parts, sacred and hidden from others.  Wait!  What is this I understand?  I may work and emancipate myself!  Be freed of my family’s corrupt prison of Ugly.  I earned my papers at sixteen with family applause.  Scapegoats gone, time to more than survive….but thrive.  Yes, freedom is a state of mind, yet one’s mind holds only so much tenacity.

					                       supreme Judge is not human
					                       proper escorts, charm
					                       and will never hear, last call



						Sunshine Williams


Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2015


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Happy 4th Of July

In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together 
To make our own fireworks

And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free

Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub

Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme 

As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight

With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and our toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole

But we did put on a show not soon forgotten 
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be 
There's now a community pool in it's place 

So come and join us on this holiday 
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016


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World's Best Memory

When I was eleven years old, my family took a cross-country trip out to the western 
United States.

Along the way, we made a stop at a gas station / grocery store off the beaten path 
somewhere in Arizona.  Out front of the dilapidated store was an old Indian in full 
Indian regalia sitting in front of a hand painted sign that read: “Best Memory in the 
World.  Never forgets a thing.”

Curious, I walked up to the old chief and asked, “If you never forget anything, what 
did you eat for breakfast on your eleventh birthday?”

The leathery old Indian stared at me for the longest time before simply 
replying, “Eggs”.

By this time my father was calling me back to the car and I left the old Indian chief 
somewhat skeptical about his self-acclaimed World’s Best Memory.

Thirty years later, I was re-creating my family’s trip out west with my own wife and 
children.  As luck would have it, we stopped at the very same gas station and the 
old Indian Chief with the same old sign was still sitting out front in his chair.

Excited, I told my children that I had seen this very same Indian years ago when I 
was just a kid.  I said, “Come on, let’s go talk to the old chief.”

So I walked up to the old Indian Chief with kids in tow, raised my hand and said in 
my best Indian voice, “How”.

Without blinking an eye, he responded, “Scrambled.”


Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010


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Primed for Serendipity

As luck would have it
I chanced upon the secret
of finding things not looked for,
to enlist serendipity on cue.

The more you look the less you see.
Stop looking for, and start looking about.
Expectation kills spontaneity.
So, stop planning itineraries.

If you take a planned tour
on a planned route to see
the things you quest for,
You'll only get what you ordered on the menu.

But if you look about
and see an opportunity
in an open door off the beaten track,
you are ready to allow chance 
happenings to surprise you.

Many great discoveries 
in Science were made this way:
Penicillin discovered in dirty dishes, after a vacation
The micro-wave oven, when chocolate bar in pocket melted 
Post-it note, a not so sticky glue
Velcro, when hiking and seeing how burrs hook onto hair
Radioactivity, when Uranium left on photo plate in drawer overnight.

Two things stand out here:
Firstly, doing something unusual, unplanned, as if by accident
Secondly, being aware that the unexpected has happened,
and taking time to investigate it.
An inquisitive mind feeds on serendipitous encounters.

The opposite of serendipity is *zemblanity:
Which is discovering unlucky expected outcomes you planned for,
when you make unhappy, unlucky and expected discoveries by design.
It is the inevitable unsurprising uncovering 
of what we expected, and would rather not know.

So now you know, it is better 
to look about, than to look for,
to allow serendipitous encounters 
to happen more by chance.

---------------
9 May 2017


Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017


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black humour

The Laughing Matter
We laughed and laughed it was raining heavy we didn`t see we were 
off road and flew, still laughing- over
a precipice and landed in an opening in the forest 
where rabbit congregates, we had laughed so much we had to go 
out of the car and pee
Then it snowed big white flakes the stuff and rabbit appeared in 
all white inquisitive as they are when stuck a neck in we rolled up
The window fried rabbits every day. 
The dog got sick of the same food and wanted to go home 
we didn`t have that instinct but followed behind as luck would have it 
 was only five minutes away a farmer with his tractor took the car to 
the mechanic and we laughed and laughed making funny noises 
of the stuffed owl on the wall….the house took fire and people in white
took us to a care home where we were giving anti-laugh medicine,
funny hats and it was New Year Eve.  
What had caused this hilarity was because Hillary Clinton had lost 
the election and Trump a millionaire was going to bring work to those on 
the dole, of course, this will not happen and my car is not insured for
the Shoah that will engulf us


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016


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Raped By Fate While On Route to the Bank

Down on one's luck
Down to my last food stamp
The luck of the draw,
As luck would have it - I have no luck at all!

Don't draw lines in the sand
Draw funny looking mustaches 
On the photos of your enemies!
Comb through any and all public trashes 
For better chances at finding rarer photographs 
To draw even funnier looking mustaches...
...You'd be surprised to find 
How quickly the time passes by...

...Protest endlessly 
In the unending rain
Bundle up
- Or catch your death, again!
Cheat the odds - One more time!
Share the last laugh 
With everyone else, so long as you possibly can!

Radicalize the neighborhood children,
Socialize the neighborhood wildlife 
- Split with the Neighborhood Watch 
Over irreconcilable differences 
- Concerning children and wildlife...

...Don't throw so many stones 
At all of those glass police officers
- Instead of being so violently useless:
Use those stones to build glassless homes...
...Or I doubt any of us
Will be living long enough 
To see the days of a classless world!


Copyright © Dialectic Crisis | Year Posted 2016


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My Apologies To The Elvis Fans

It has been brought to my attention by Elvis fans, 
not to mention a slew of phone calls from irate Elvis impersonators
that my last poem was very insensitive.

For that I would like to apologize.

I would also like to set your minds at ease and inform you
that in no way were any corpses harmed in the writing of...

"Are You Lonesome Tonight" (AKA Digging On Elvis)

Although Elvis didn't hold up so well
on the trip back to Graceland...

As luck would have it though Walmart 
was having a special on large trash bags.
Two for one! And the environmentally friendly ones too!
We all know how hard it is to find those on sale!

Now where was I...
Oh Yea!
     
So we were able to get every last piece of Elvis 
safely back to his final resting place.
Once again let me apologize for any harm I've caused 
the hundreds, no let's make that thousands...millions
of Elvis fans and Elvis wannabes.

                                     Sincerely yours and a fan myself,
                                                                                  Mike

P.S. I'm also somewhat of an Elvis impersonator:

Pass me one of them there jelly doughnuts will ya...
Pretty good uh?
Maybe you have to be there...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016


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If I knew what love is

I too would rummage around for one to stub out my thirst;
To unfurl me with familiar lies and tamp me with such taste, 
Or as luck would have it find mine woman holy, innocent and chaste.

I too would detach me from self in the hope of healing the breach,
I would seek out for one none of a bitch; One ascertained to blend with me without a glitch
I would fill out my bareness with too much of one sufficiently lovable with her insufficiencies!

If I knew what love is; I too would deem love with much certitude,
I would put to death my attitude and rise with the morning sun to kiss your forehead,
If I knew what love is; I would love you now and forever, alive or dead!

I would remember you like the land that time forgot,
I would write you like a committed poet, and you would sing me like the songs of Solomon
I would grow old with you!
I would love you more than words could say!
If I knew what love is’
I would gleefully take into accordance the complete wisdom in knowing that you don’t just say you love me for the sake of definition.


Copyright © Mpho Leteng | Year Posted 2014


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Spew

As luck would have it
Stuck my head out to vomit
And saw a comet

By Robb A. Kopp


Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010


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A Man With Two Hearts Feels Twice The Pain

What's my love for you keep leaving
But a.... broken heart and grievin'
How's a man supposed to carry on this way

What once was our tomorrows
Is now.... feeling more like sorrow
And your distance keeps driving me insane

A man with two hearts, feels twice the pain
One knows what it wants, and the others ashamed
To admit what they both know
It's like they're one in the same
A man with two hearts feels twice the pain

I've poured one heart out
To have it fall on deaf ears
For me it's been easy
From her it's not clear

I battle with what's right
But how we're living is wrong
And I can't tell the difference
Which side each is on

A man with two hearts, feels twice the pain
One knows what it wants and the others ashamed
To admit what they both know
Cause the truth still remains
A man with two hearts.... feels twice the pain

There's been times that I wished
I didn't want her so much
But as luck would have it
Both hearts feel the crush

The weight of my wanting
Lays heavy on my mind
She's the only thing I think of
With these two hearts of mine

A man with two hearts, feels twice the pain
One knows what it wants.... and the others ashamed
To admit what they both know
They're really one in the same
A man with two hearts feels twice the pain

A man with two hearts, feels twice the pain

When they're both wanting the same......


Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2018


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Happy 4th of July

In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together 
To make our own fireworks

And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free

Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub

Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme 

As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight

With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole

But we did put on a show not soon forgotten 
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be 
There's now a community pool in it's place 

So come and join us on this holiday 
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018


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Vietnam and the grace of God

The daughter of a lucky Vietnam marine, his only child is my husband you see lucky because he made it out alive, aware of the alternative.. as he watched buddies die. Some days for hours I’d listen to stories many times in disbelief………… it wasn’t until he pulled out his pictures that he made a believer of me. Enemy fire, hell in the jungle, and finely beyond the grenades, I remember him saying it was by the grace of GOD, the reason their Asses were saved. Proud they were and lucky to go home, now here we are, fourty years down the road. While my husband, our daughter, his mother and I, feel very fortunate to have been a part of his life As luck would have it.. this cliché is a lie, those who felt lucky never had luck on their side. A soldier selflessly sacrifices life some were called quickly and others over time. Dad was a marine during the Vietnam War standing front line and center, freedom at the core Positioned in the jungle, men were exposed It’s silent, and brewing, agent orange as we know. Agent Orange is the reason so doctors have said, that caused the cancer and the death of our dad. A MAN of all MEN he will always be known as another fallen marine has been called home


Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2018