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Sanibel

Sanibel island of brilliant shells jewels like scattered love on the shore Ancient gift bestowed by ocean waves young lovers seek treasures in the sand Honeymoon moonlit walks by the gulf love endless like seashells at low tide Daylight breaks seashells kissed by the sun glisten like stars in young lovers' eyes
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Honorable mention in Bakers Dozen Max 13 contest (Brian Strand)


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012


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It's all your fault

I want to talk,
Talk it through,
Talk about me,
And talk about you.

Lately it's been hard,
All of your work,
And around the kids,
You're such a jerk.

Well it's not my fault,
You're the one who chose,
A bakers dozen,
Of kids, yes those.

How can i know,
The future Shane,
You haven't been,
Through the blood and the pain.

Hey, I've been working hard,
To keep our home,
We're nearly bankrupt,
And you know that dome,

That you bought for our dog,
I mean come on honey,
I work and i work,
But you spend all the money.

I don't care for this rubbish,
I care not for you,
Get out of my house,
And i'm keeping Lulu!



Copyright © Tay M | Year Posted 2011


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The Hanging Of Lights

Is it already that time of year again
Seems like yesterday
I took down all the Christmas lights
And packed them all away

So here I am pulling them out again
And what do you think I find
They must have had a wrestling match
As it's a mass of tangled lights

After an hour or two I'm about through
From pulling one strand at a time
Where I also find in their box fight
They punched out each others lights

This really can't get any better
Merry Christmas to me
As I head to the store for a bakers dozen or more
Under the guise of buy one get one free

Back home just in time to hang the new lights
I find the 22 foot ladder
Climb up to the top in time to remember I forgot
To first empty out my bladder

With my job through in the Loo and back up on the roof
Looking down at the lights on the ground
Of course in my haste I forgot to take
Them with me on the second go round

So it's back up the ladder with lights and empty bladder
As the sun is sinking low
And here I am now with more of a scowl 
Than a Merry Ho Ho Ho

Doing the best that I can with what little light there is left
When not far off I hear the sound
Is it Santa I wonder, no it's coming thunder
Just as I notice my ladder on the ground
And my family out of town
With little doubt here comes the scowl
Merry Christmas to me now

Ho Ho Ho...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016


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quick gestures

quick gestures times seem subdued though somehow not alert moments begin to intrude captured by phrases never seen abrasions mute intentions fade as time is payed fools wage's are waisted pages redundant as it seems tongue will find means as it wrestles with the ink gives the mind time to blink worth in word's bakers dozen love and blood are second cousins just another farce wrote just this side of th dark .. .


Copyright © pipping stars | Year Posted 2016


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Harmony Or Chaos And Destruction

3/2/17


It either was or wasn't
Does or doesn't
Being drawn out or sudden
Involving switches or buttons
Near and far from fields with or without onions
Where it is scarce or abundant
From certain distances items enlarged or were seemingly shrunken

The softest and roughest
Weakest and toughest

Lots of changes or rather redundant

More than ready or reluctant

In easily accessible terrain or what is considered rugged
Objects rising up or sunken

Zero, one, a bakers dozen
And more or less than a hundred

Discontinued or still in production

Harmony or chaos and destruction

Having no strings or several like a puppet
Justice and corruption
Occuring through silence or discussion
Leaving others enthralled or disgusted

Across lands where some are free and others are locked in a dungeon

You better work towards somethin'
Regardless of if you currently have nothin'

By: Dalton Ogletree


Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017


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44FabelsofCharlaX

 44FabelsofCharlaX 
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Luck. 
 
Coins turn tails and heads it seems so strait forward today we learn the 
variables of luck. 
 It seems so simple tails or heads but there is so many games that cheaters 
learn to play. Three card monte is all the bullies rage no one wins except the 
deal. Play it once then run for life away gambling would be fine if luck ruled the 
play. Men who gamble steal and kiss and cheat the way is linned with silk and 
pistol play. Flipping pennies on a crack to see how close to the wall they got. Eye 
ching tossing FIVE coins two land heads three land tails. TOTAL TWELVE. 
Twelve is good luck for a chinese Charlax android one. A bakers dozen is good 
for yew they laughed at me thirteen was lucky for the thieves. Greedy gain and 
lining money baskets is all that eye was ever taught by them.Then there was Two 
out of three where the coins had to match excatly we each had Heads twice the 
third time we both had Heads again. What now eye said he gave me the 
Quarter.Eye win. Liars poker has been popular for some time in the better bars. 
Look at the number on a Dollar bill and there is matches make a poker hand like 
8737738AA this would be Two aces and three sevens a full house for the player 
picks the best five numbers to stimulate the cards? simulate them eye meant 
like an android acting human and in love. Some Men toss piles in the pot and 
sweat the alcholoic breath and sweat real bullits from there chest of money in the 
corner in the safe marked all in ones. There are seven visible planets and 
luminaries (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn). Each one 
rules a day of the week (Sun=Sunday, Saturn= Saturday, Moon=Monday, etc.) and 
that is where the seven day week came from. Each one is supposed to have a 
particular virtue or power. "The 3 (spirit, mind, soul) descend into the 4 (the 
world), the sum being the 7, or the mystic nature of man, consisting of a threefold 
spiritual body and a fourfold material form. These are symbolized by the cube, 
which has six surfaces and a mysterious seventh point within..." 

A mystery unfolds the number seven is included in this fabel about lucky 
syndromes. 






Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008


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Malkavian 4

I present unto you 
Unsub one and unsub two
Each looks as I do 
They think like me too
Unsub one will have some fun
Killing everyone that survived
Unsub two will handle the cops and news
As soon as they arrive
A cover up is under way
Another tragic terrorist attack
On this terribly troubling day

One dead lost his head
Two followed his blood I swallowed
Three  found 
I came up from the ground
Four more
Their limbs I tore 
A bakers dozen 
Crammed them in an oven
A group of five in all
Splatter them against the wall
Look at that
Six with a single swing of a bat
A group of seven children
Eenie meenie minie moe
Grab the first by the toe
When she hollers  
Swingherathighvelocityintotheothers 
I threw a couple into the sky
Its not that fall that makes them die
It’s the sudden stop 
Plop plop
A man that was rather old
I thought how much 
Will his body fold
I stopped at ten
So much creaking and cracking
It was disgusting
It made me a little sic
I threw up a bit
But onward I marched on
Killing and killing 
Than more killing
There were more left then I thought
But I didn’t stop 
Until they all got got
Except they didn’t all get gotten
I heard the beating throng
Of a heart that was strong 
But faint as faint can be 
Without being not there 
So I marched on
Following that throng 
It lead to the hospital 
And deep down the elevator 
Which I had to hack
Beneath the basement
Into some sort of hidden room
There on a bed 
Full of tubes 
And other such doctoral things
Was a raven haired fair maiden
I went to her chart 
While I read I soaked in the sound 
Of her steady pumping heart
Lilith
What a weird name 
Medically induced coma
No trauma or reason given 
To subdue
This raven haired fair maiden
So I asked her
What am I to do with you 
Like I said she was in a coma 
Unresponsive 

The human mind is a funny thing
So many dillusions
Illusions
Misperceptions
It so easy to control their minds
Make all there senses
My loyal princes
Duty to the kingdom
Smell the fire see the signs
Of a chemical attack
No survivors
This fireman looks so strong
And I’m so hungry 
I’ll eat just one
We’ll say he died in a heroic way
And these fine policeman
So courageous and noble
I best they taste affable
We’ll say they died in a heroic way
This news woman 
Regal and refined
I bet she tastes divine 
We’ll say she just got in dangers way
And here a group of paramedics
So alert and vehement
They’ll make a condiment
For these delicious looking camera men
We’ll say they died in a heroic way
Just got in dangers way
Oh dear I seemed to have eaten them all
I’m such a glutton
You know you messed up when
Your cover up needs a cover up












Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2017


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The Hanging of Lights

Is it already that time of year again
Seems like yesterday
I took down all the Christmas lights
And packed them all away

So here I am pulling them out again
And what do you think I find
They must have had a wrestling match
As it's a mass of tangled lights

After an hour or two I'm about through
From pulling one strand at a time
Where I also find in their box fight
They punched out each others lights

This really can't get any better
Merry Christmas to me
As I head to the store for a bakers dozen or more
Under the guise of buy one get one free

Back home just in time to hang the new lights
I find the 22 foot ladder
Climb up to the top in time to remember I forgot
To first empty out my bladder

With my job through in the Loo and back up on the roof
Looking down at the lights on the ground
Of course in my haste I forgot to take
Them with me on the second go round

So it's back up the ladder with lights and empty bladder
As the sun is sinking low
And here I am now with more of a scowl 
Than a Merry Ho Ho Ho

Doing the best that I can with what little light there is left
When not far off I hear the sound
Is it Santa I wonder, no it's coming thunder
Just as I notice my ladder on the ground
And my family out of town
With little doubt here comes the scowl
Merry Christmas to me now

Ho Ho Ho...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017