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I heard I might find a poet here Part 3


"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book 
to protect it or keep her from disappointment, maybe both

"It’s just a love poem, no big deal," I replied as she inched closer
Her perfume more intoxicating than anything Angelo had on that dusty shelf
I felt weak as my mind went to another time 
where this sort of thing actually happened

An old movie, fancy gowns, pinstriped suits and fedoras, a swing band playing for a crowded dance floor, champagne, diamonds and gold cigarette cases
"Hey doll, can I buy you a drink?" I felt a tap on my arm as I snapped 
out my ill-timed dream to see an inebriated guy hitting on her 

She looked at me, eyes pleading though I sensed she could handle herself 
"She’s with me." I blurted as again that stardust smile returned to her face 
"No offensh pal, jush don’t see a goddesh round here too often." he slurred
"Well she’s my goddess, now beat it." I barked in my best Sam Spade impersonation, feeling quite proud of myself   

She raised her glass again as I touched it with my bottle, we both took a sip 
"Thank you," she sighed reaching across me, laying her smooth hand atop mine still resting on the booklet 
"So you’re a love poet?" she said in a voice that could have turned winter to a summer day at the beach 
I chuckled, "I've been called that but not sure I’d go that far." Her fingers gently caressed mine

"Are you going to let me see or do I need to get you drunk first?" she laughed now using a finger to trace seductive figure eights on the back of my hand  
My mind whispered, give her the book but my ego moaned, just enjoy her touch a little longer... my mind won
She excitedly took it like I had just handed over the keys to a new Jaguar

I watched as mahogany eyes perused my words,

Warm me this evening
neath satin affection
Find in my lips
every need and desire

Touch me with wings
soft as midnight sonatas
Floating on dreams
filled with all you require

Dancing to melodies
sprinkled with stardust
Under a shimmering
hypnotic glare

Lie in my arms until
sunrise is calling
Here on this night that we
both long to share

Oh my, she sighed melting faster than soft butter on hot toast
“That is the most beautiful poem I've ever read, "I hope you don’t mind"
She leaned in and kissed me, her moist lips drenching mine, then said
"I’ve never kissed a love poet before"


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016


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Retired

Throw me high, higher still
Let me breathe again, 
Let me gain
height, I will
Live, smile, laugh, be filled
                      With heartbeats steady and wild
                      Let me move, relevé lent (1)
                      Let me stand
                      Hold my hand
                      As if I were a child
          Be my supporting leg (2)
          Be my heart when it fails
          Beat it for me, it's too frail
          Throw me high, I beg
          Pirouette me like a sail
                                  Dancing in the wind
                                  Retire (3) when I retire
                                  Be me, be my ire
                                  Be my eyes when I am blind
                                  Be my anger while I am kind
                Sit with me, this music
                Kneel by me, don't mourn
                For I felt airborne
                For one second, one tick
                Alive, in your arms reborn


***



September 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White







(1) Relevé lent is a classical ballet term meaning “slow raising.” It is usually used in the Russian Schools of ballet. It describes when a dancer starts in one of the basic ballet positions of the feet with straight legs, then lifts one leg off the floor while raising up to relevé on the supporting leg.

(2) Supporting leg is a classical ballet term that describes a dancer’s leg that is supporting their whole body while the other leg is free to do another step. A dancer’s supporting leg is often called a “standing leg.”

(3) Retire is the position in which a ballet dancer raises their thigh with the knee bent so that the pointed foot is placed either in front, behind or to the side of the supporting foot.


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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Elegy for Michael Jackson (4)

Refrain
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.

               Do you ask me why does my sorrow flow so
               Endlessly for him? Is he not gone the way 
               Of men that many went before? O I do know
               My time may not be long, and lessons delay.
               Who do think was the man in the mirror? did
               You see us there, did you know it oppressed him
               When like wanton dogs drugged and rabid
               Went heedless along the callous way being dim.

Look at the dance videos again, tell me
You see the what he begs to beat it. Off the wall
Are shadows falling like an inner expose
Where he internalized the world, and yet did call
In many songs - his troubled world was us
But now the king's sun set to dust, and we
Remain to heed and weep the vanity of lust
The tangled truths of out tentacled history!

                  Michael was God's gift to our season, and how I
                  Wish he would dance for me across the tribal plains
                  Of Africa again, where warriors ride in the sky
                  Through the fire make us brothers without chains
                  A global oneness where dreams deny the child
                  Nothing again. O death, what oneness beyond this
                  Can we find? Treat him kindly there, be mild
                  To him who in this troubled life knew no bliss.

Michael I miss you; O genius, sleep now in peace
The storms of life are over, the lightning ends
And droughts will come again, but I'll never cease
To proclaim your virtues to foes and friends;
Sleep beloved. Your glory stream in summer's eye
And Harlem's street are filled, old men remember
And old women interrupt their planning to cry
Farewell, Michael ... the grandest star is but an ember.



Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009


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This thing inside him

This thing inside him, would just not let go
would creep up and wake him, but no one would know.
'just one more' he would say in his head, 
but that 'just one more' could make him be dead,

This thing inside him, hurts like hell, 
leave this man be, he needs to be well.
To judge and to punish, to sneer and ignore,
will only make this thing inside him, make him want more.
 
This thing inside him, caused nothing but hate,
need's to be helped quickly, before its too late.
the pain and the anger going round in his soul,
needs love and support to make this man glow.

This thing inside him, got a grip of his heart,
took away his choices, kept him living in the dark.
the tears, the shakes, the horrors, the shame,
everyone wonders, just who is to blame?

This thing inside him, I pray will it will leave,
this man will beat it, I truly believe.
with love in our hearts and and hope in our prayers, 
this man will live for a 100 years.

This thing inside him, will go away, 
never to return, not even 1 day,
not to be powerless and hungry, and life is a mess,
and ashamed for your family for causing the stress.
 


A poem for all recovering and suffering addicts, please god give them the courage, 
strength and support they will need xxx
MaxineJ xxx




Copyright © Maxine Jones | Year Posted 2014


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The Unconquerer

You left glitter in my shadow
This treason was over apples, initially.
Don't give me that doleful look.
Stars are born with your every breathe.
Your sadness mocks the lilies.

No, I am not a conqueror.
I borrowed this armor.
It was a typical moonlit passage.
Hopping kingdoms for bronze weasels (you know the drill).

My sense of time is backwards.
My heart does not beat (it turns).
Rotating in the grass
I send you coded messages.


Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015


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Search for love is never black or white

The search for love is never black or white. I'm just looking for a pretty young thing. It's human nature to desire what is right. Forget Billie Jean, girl was just a fling. I'm just looking for a pretty young thing. Not like dirty Diana, girl's too bad. Forget Billie Jean, girl was just a fling. Liberian girl only made me sad. Not like dirty Diana, girl's too bad. It's not as simple as ABC. Liberian girl only made me sad. Those kinda girls too dangerous for me. It's not as simple as ABC. Man in the mirror needs a loyal wife. Those kinda girls too dangerous for me. They don't care about us - just ruin life. Man in the mirror needs a loyal wife. Someone to rock my world, not run away. They don't care about us - just ruin life, Blame it on the boogie is all they say. Someone to rock my world, not run away, to be with me more than one day in my life. Blame it on the boogie is all they say, drives me wild, but my heart's desire is rife. To be with me more than one day in my life. A slave to the rhythm, I wanna rock with you, drives me wild, but my heart's desire is rife. Give in to me, start a love born anew. A slave to the rhythm, I wanna rock with you. Together we can heal the world in tune. Give in to me, start a love born anew. I just can't stop loving you - feeling swoon. Together we can heal the world in tune. I can't describe the way you make me feel. I just can't stop loving you - feeling swoon. Love never felt so good, it's a big deal. I can't describe the way you make me feel. Whenever you need me, I'll be there. Love never felt so good, it's a big deal. Will you be there when I need loving care? Whenever you need me, I'll be there. Can you feel it, are your emotions strong? Will you be there when I need loving care? You are not alone is our special song. Can you feel it, are your emotions strong? Loving you can sometimes be really tough. You are not alone is our special song, but I sing, don't stop till you get enough. Loving you can sometimes be really tough. Beat it you say and don't talk on the phone, but I sing, don't stop till you get enough. You become mute and say leave me alone. Beat it you say and don't talk on the phone. We talked for hours, remember the time? You become mute and say leave me alone. Who is it that now makes your heart chime? We talked for hours, remember the time? Romantic gestures that have gone too soon. Who is it that now makes your heart chime? She's out of my life - a smooth criminal's goon. Romantic gestures that have gone too soon. It's human nature to desire what is right. She's out of my life -a smooth criminal's goon. The search for love is never black or white.
Originally written on 2 May 2016 Re-posted 30 September 2017 An experiment using music titles for a pantoum. Below are 35 song titles by Michael Jackson, used in the poem. This poem has 9-10 syllables per line. Black or White Pretty young thing Human nature Billie Jean Dirty Diana Bad Liberian girl ABC Dangerous Man in the mirror They don't care about us Rock my world Blame it on the boogie One day in your life Drives me wild Rock with you Slave to the rhythm Give in to me Heal the world I just can't stop loving you The way you make me feel Love never felt so good I'll be there Will you be there? Can you feel it You are not alone Loving you Don't stop till you get enough Beat it Leave me alone Remember the time Who is it? Gone too soon she's out of my life Smooth criminal Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017


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Mercenary Heart

Battered and bruised and broken before
My courageous heart, comes back for more
It soldiers on but finds no peace
Losing time and again, the battles never cease
A kindred spirit it fights to find
Shattered dreams and tears, in it's wake behind
Mending itself after each conflict
Future struggles, it can not predict
One more battle, one more hill
My enduring heart, perseveres until...

This chosen battlefield, a final stand
A fight for happiness, none left to command
With a steady beat, it marches on
My fearless heart, with it's armor gone
The battle plan remains the same
Take no prisoners, ignore the pain
Your offer submitted, surrender deterred
Relinquish my heart, death is preferred
Battered and bruised and broken before
My mercenary heart comes back for more...


        Feb 2 2016  an original poem by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016


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Lament of my life

Lament of my life. Destined life i lived but unfulfilled, Much had to do,my tears spilled, Down in white ,peaceful my body lies Happy to meet God, invisible,my soul flies, Earth,a stage,different roles to play on, Multiple opportunities,life was a unique platform, In responsibilities ,i was good enough, To balance ,right wrong was indeed tough, No regrets for family,money and claims, Bad luck,unstable life my illness to blame, To beat it, i was in armature , my second aim, Hope for fellow sufferers,the damn disease i'll tame, Like a bolt from the blue,unexpectedly it struck, Trapped in the whirlpool,my mental energy to suck, Family and friendship bonds anchored for support, Still,for what reason, my forte got more to thwart? Much for good,i would have given to the world, A life of normalcy,a gift,if i had unfurled, Alas! I could not explore galore, My potential in the dark void did allure, Missed the epic moment when i could be more than me, My purpose in life would have got a meaning to be, At the edge of life i did meet poetry soup, Rare of a place,solely an encouraging,friendly group, In dust,my body is unmoving, not frail,peaceful,it has no pains, But on earth,personal vacuum haunts and fighting spirit remains. Contest:Lament of my life. Sponsor:Casarah Nance. 17 March 2016


Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2016


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The Belle of the Ball


Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver and gold and the finest of lace
Gowns made of velvet with ribbons of satin
She spun around with a smile on her face

As if a princess, her blonde hair a flowing
Blue skies above now the tint of her eyes
Hearing a song on the early spring breezes
Never once noticed the coming surprise

Then saw him on horseback and blushed like a petal
Found on a the reddest of roses that grew
Knee bent to curtsey, feeling embarrassed 
Knowing this gesture is what she should do

“Good day my fair maiden, your dance was enchanting” 
He said as he smiled, his kindness was felt
“So sorry my prince, I did not see you coming”
Again on the soil before him she knelt

“Rise up,” he said as he slid from the saddle
“There is no need for such formality,
for one of such beauty tis I who should bow”
Saying this he touched the earth with one knee

Once more she blushed like an apricot sunrise
Standing he reached out and taking her hand
Wondered, “What brings you by here on this morning,
adding such loveliness to our fine land?” 

“Your majesty, I’m but a servant daydreaming,
Seeing myself quite the belle of the ball
Very much childish I know you are thinking
For I belong far outside this great wall”

He pondered a moment, his chin now he fondled
Suddenly grinned with the happiest glance
“Well now fair maiden, if thou would permit me
Please be my guest at this evening’s spring dance?”

“Oh handsome prince I could not even think it
Look at my dress, I have nothing to wear
Merely these rags and an old pair of high tops
Never to mention the state of my hair”

“Never you mind and I kind of like high tops
Maybe some jeans and a tank top in red
Pull your hair back and it will be perfect
Nothing you’ll need when we climb into bed”

“What’s that you say, you want sex after dancing
Beat it you creep, I’m abreast of your game
I’ll spread these legs not for anyone fancy
Damn it, you men, every one is the same” 

As he departed, rejected and sneering
She stomped away feeling angry and mean
So here you find such an unhappy ending
The truth is she only had eyes for the queen




Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016


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twisted

Twisted words with hidden meanings
Not lies, but still deceiving.
I lie in bed I’m dreaming
Those eyes are all I'm seeing.
You tried to be misleading
I died inside still bleeding.
My mind is fried I’m reeling,
I tried I was mistreated.
Once thrived I’m now depleted
But I’ve never retreated.
I’m seated I’m not defeated,
I’ll beat it and be undefeated…


Copyright © Sag Capone | Year Posted 2009


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My Divide

Sitting here inside myself I suffer from the air around me as it steals my breath, Wonder if anyone notices this pain tormenting me so...I'm vulnerable around him and he can't even see it, this thing deep within, It burns so bad I can't stop it, My melody has left my soul as the inspiration abandons me with the sound of his footsteps leaving. Gone from my range of hearing, my knees buckle beneath me as I think of those who replace me, Those who are better off with him than I, My stars dull in the sky as my world falls apart, There is no light to break up this dark around me..No more looking at him to help spread my wings, They simply tremble an fall to the earth, His beauty no longer holds me up...this distance kills my heart every beat it takes, the fading of the colors engulf me I no longer see my dream.


Copyright © Samantha Johnson | Year Posted 2014


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Like, Like, How Could She?

Like, this one time, in band camp 
I asked this girl out and she like, 
Said no, and I like 
Like totally liked her, and like 
I almost loved her and she said like, 
Like, like no, 
Like how could she? 
I was so hurt, like, seriously 
Not like, broke a nail hurt, like really, 
Really, 
Really, 
Really hurt, you know? 
Like it wasn't even in my head you know? 
Well, it was, but it was like, deeper than that 
It was right in my chest, like right by my heart 
Every time it beat, it like, hurt 
And it like, didn't stop 
Not for anything, 
Like not even when I went to sleep, 
It like, just hurt, and hurting 
And like, like never stopped 
It hurt like, so bad 
It was like the worst feeling I ever felt, 
Like in my entire life, 
How could she say no like that? 
Like really? 
I like, lost her 
Totally lost her 
But I like never had her to begin with, 
Still it hurt, because I like almost loved her 
And it felt like she was mine, but she wasn't 
And like, now she'll never be. 
This is like, sooo depression, 
How can I march in a time like this? 
I just totally feel deprived of happiness and meaning, 
I could die, I could totally die right now 
Like I'm not even kidding, I could stop living 
Right now, just die, 
I could go to that cabin and get on the roof 
Then like get onto that higher roof on the cabin next to it 
And then like, totally jump off and die 
Just die like a frog under a tire you know? 
"Not a lesbian" she says, well whatever 
I can't believe this, this is so sad 
You know, this is so bad, you know what I'm going to do? 
You know what I'm going to do? 
I'll like, tell you 
I'm going to go eat some cheese, 
Goodbye. 


Copyright © Kelsey Kopec | Year Posted 2007


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It can't be over

It can't be over

You say you can't trust me,
that, suddenly I've changed
what gives you that impression?
it's you that's acting strange!

You know I've always loved you,
more than anyone can
you've been my one and only
and I am still your man

Chorus

I can see your on your way,
slipping...away from me
starting your new life...
and I'm not in your plans
you really took me by surprise
whatever happened to forever?
It can't be over,
cause I just don't understand.


Why can't you believe me,
there's no one else but you,
I guess, you never knew me
if you think I could betray you!

We've lived our life in stages,
beat the drama, beat it all,
I can see you've won best actress
it's our love's final curtain call


Chorus

I can see your on your way,
slipping...away from me
starting your new life...
and I'm not in your plans
you really took me by surprise...
whatever happened to forever?
It can't be over,
cause I just don't understand.


There's a war inside you,
I can see it in your eyes
I love you more than ever,
is this how our love dies?

You must fight your delusion,
that leaving is your fate,
I pray, that you'll believe me,
and come back... before it's too late.


Chorus

I can see your on your way,
slipping...away from me
starting your new life...
and I'm not in your plans
you really took me by surprise...
whatever happened to forever?
It can't be over,
cause I just don't understand.

Repeat chorus
fade to zero

John Derek Hamilton
September 04,2017









Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


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Forgotten Not

No Matter How Many Times I Slip Up
You Never Give Up, No Not On Me
I Cry With All My Might
And Its Almost Like You See
Yet It Doesnt Bother You
That Im Weak
You Dont Seem 
To Forget Me
No Matter How Low I Am
You Tell Me That Im Strong 
Had Faith In Me All Along
Even When I Did That Stuff
That Stuff That Hurt So Bad
You Told Me I Could Beat It
Somehow You Never Seemed Mad
And Now You Try, To Just Stop And Say Hello
Don't Worry Your Not Forgotten To Me Either
Oh No, Oh No, Oh No
'Cuss When I Was Weak
Your Words Gave Me Strength
When I Was Down
You Somehow Restored My Faith
When I Was Low
You Helped My Hope
That I Would Be Okay
Reminded Me That I Wasnt Forgotten
Not By Thee, And
Ill Make It Somewhere One Day
'Cuss I Dont Have To Give Up
Not Like I Use To
And I Can Stand Tall
Proud, Despite What I Use To Do
We All Have Our Past
But Theirs A Reason For That
So That We Can Create A Future
Even If The Past Cant Be Forgotten Now
I Can Put It Behind Me
You Helped Me To See
Life Truly
And Forever Ill Be
A Friend To Thee
Thank You For Helping Me
Forgotten
You'll Never Be






By: The Lost Poet
(C) 2009
Dedicated To My Good Friend Gary La'Buda
Always An Inspiration  Peace


Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2009


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AN ODE TO COOKING

AN ODE TO COOKING


I'll never be as good 
as that Nigella,
I just don't seem to 
have the expertise.
I've studied every
book,
Ever written by a
cook,
And tried a hundred
different recipes. 

But my batter 
puddings turn out 
limp and soggy,
My omelettes refuse
to leave the pan.
And when I try to
bake,
A fancy cherry cake,
It comes out looking
like a strawberry
flan.

My casseroles don't
casser like they ought
to,
My apple crumble 
just disintegrates.
My gravy's black and
thick,
Rather like an oil slick,
And tends to take the
pattern of the plates.

My tapioca tastes a 
bit peculiar, 
My semolina has no
taste at all.
Nobody will eat it,
But they say you
cannot beat it,
For sticking vinyl 
paper to the wall.

I can cope with all
the other household
duties,
But cooking, I confess,
has got me beat.
The family don't trust
me,
Obviously that must
be,
The reason why they
all go out to eat.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016


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Michael Jackson Gone Too Soon (Seventh Heaven)

“Heal The World” like in Heaven A “Thriller” many believed he was too “Bad” The King of Pops “Black or White” Seven times he cried—“The Way You Make Me Feel” Then he “Eased on Down the Road” Singing: “Earth Songs” like “Beat It,” “Leave Me Alone” Now “Ben,”—he is “Gone Too Soon!” ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph Spence, Sr., 6/28/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ The form is 7/11/7/11/7/11/7. The total syllable count is 61. The first line has seven syllables, second eleven, third seven, fourth eleven, fifth seven, sixth eleven, and seventh seven. Rhyming is optional; however, it’s a plus. Any variation of the words “seven” or “heaven” must appear in the poem. Invented by Joseph Spence, Sr., 2007. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2009


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Nit Picks and Picnics

~~Upon the banks of big piney slough,
   I recall a picnic with old blue,
   and my granddaughter at age two.
   and many blood sucking critters too.

~For a very short while we did picnic,
   then we would bait our hooks and pick ticks. 
   while the ants carried our food off in nit picks.
   Gets no better than this, can’t beat it with sticks!

~Mosquitoes demanded their rightful share,
   for of the blood of we humans they are an heir.
   Some dudes have no flair for this type of affair,
   after a day or two they would need repair.

~Moms who let babies grow up to be rednecks,
   raise children who can fish and pick blood ticks,
   and kill big water moccasins with little sticks,
   while picking polk salet for supper on picnics.

~Having caught a big flathead cat or two,
   I called granddaughter Sue and my dog blue,
   for I remember quit clearly when Sue was new,
   was the dog days of summer, ninety two! 

   For and in Honor of: Carol Brown
   And Contest: Picnic   



Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011


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PLAY-BOY 1

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat



Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013


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Baby Bug or My Pet Race Roach

Well, I've been in jail since Juvember,
And I've pulled thru Maynever,
And now it's past September,
And I wonder if I'll ever,
Get out of here,

Yea, this place sure would be lonely,
If it wasn't for my pet,
And he sure is real homely,
But still, my love he'll get,

He sleeps in a matchbox,
And wakes up in my bed,
He's sometimes in my socks,
Or a layin' by my head,

I enter him in races ,
With all my criminal friends,
And me, he never disgraces,
My race-roach always wins,

He can really move fast,
One second for five feet,
And I sure hope his legs will last,
So he'll never get beat,

And he holds the track record,
Here in this ol' jail,
And he might just beat it,
But only time will tell,

But then one day my race roach
Was walking on my shelf,
When he suddenly fell off of it,
And nearly killed himself,

So I hollered for the Sheriff,
And he came a runnin' fast,
I told him to call the doctor,
Or my race roach wouldn't last,

Well, the doctor came a flyin'
A little later in the day,
I told him my race roach is dying,
What more could I say?

The doctor said I am sorry son,
But his leg will never bend,
I believe his career's done,
He'll never win agin,

So I started crying,
I cried agin and agin,
I almost felt like dying,
Now my roach would never win,

So the doctor took him away,
Yea, he took him out the door,
And I just have to say,
I haven't seen him anymore,

But what really puzzles me,
Is where'd he take my "baby bug?"
I wish he'd bring him back to me,
So I could give him one more hug!!

Hey!!!I just caught another one,
A little faster than the last!
This little "Bugsie" can get it on!!!
Gosh is he ever fast!!!!!


Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008


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Side Effects

she told me she was living with cancer
not dying from it and she would beat it
sometimes people don't realize the promises
they are making when they make them
worry is another side effect of dying
she was a gift, a rare and fragile flower 
who gave me something important
but all salvation is temporary
part of me went with her when she died
but more of her stayed with me 
as our stars have crossed
the thing about pain is 
that it demands to be felt
I tell myself to live my best life today
because of her


Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2014


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a bride

she pads her bra
and smiles at her reflection - -
here comes the bride

my mum had breast cancer around 16 years ago and beat it : )

Jack Horne for PD’s Pinktober contest


Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2013


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life

Life is worth it
When I live for you
It’s how I know that this is love proven true
But there you fly now in the sky
Showing me that differences and flaws
Is coexistence in each other
Celebrate them don’t use them as a weakness
Because in doing that you show weakness in yourself
Show some respect to them 
For they are to be cared for 
Then why is it no one ever does
Do they not see the pain? 
With every dying cuss 
So let the pain engulf me 
Teach my eyes to see
Let a fallen angel come to curse me
Let my cuts come to bleed 
Evil engulfing my broken heart yet falling deep in love 
When everything turns to turmoil 
I turn to my angel from above 
Let my heart come to boil
In the ashes of my innocence 
Letting myself go until I fully reach out to fellow brethren s 
Praying with no feeling I can feel myself slip away
I’m falling yet falling apart 
 Without the slightest of delays 
Birth was a mistake and yet I cannot come to die
Was it true that I am meant to live?  
A man who only knows to cry 
I cannot give
The light has forsaken my cold and darkened heart
For who am I to live 
Cold and fruitless moon why have you forsaken me
Does it bring you joy to see that you are breaking me
Listen to the cold and broken winds 
Nothing can ever beat it
Nor can I defend


Copyright © delson seaman | Year Posted 2012


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Beautiful you are

Beautiful you are!!
the sun - the stars;
the moon - the ocean.

The blue - the yellow;
the red - the beauty potion.

The silky - the smooth;
the everlasting lotion.

I am speechless to your beauty,
and amaze to your duty.

The holy motion -
of your spirit; the holy spirit.

Jesus is the number one beauty;
confess it and admit it.

No shame of you!!
just conquer - he did it,
he lives - just beat it.

The beauty, the sweet - the honey;
the yummy that turns bitter.

The sour - just spit it, 
enjoy his beauty, 
and be seated.

The alphabet it’s not enough
to describe your beauty - your jealousy
and your fury.

"I am that I am"
The love, the beauty.


Copyright © Diogenes Zuniga | Year Posted 2010


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No one lives forever

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My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare.  
My life clock is in overdrive is this my time to breath my last fresh air.
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

My plan is to rest in peace and hope not to many weep.
My eyes will miss the sunsets, my heart its beating in my breast.
My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare.  

My mortal time is ending my heart will soon beat it last.
and I'm off to rest in peace or may haunt those that laughed.
let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

You think you will live forever and then sneak an extra day.
but in reality any day could be the day that  your last breath go's away    
My cloak as been removed,my invincibility laid bare.  

Your born without a penny and tears within your eyes.
and leave behind your fortune and them tears in others eyes.
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

Let life's trials have it's say, and then turn the other cheek.
Live your life with love and passion and treasure every day.   
My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare  
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.


Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2017


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Songs will never truly live without a melody

Words are just poetry on a page 

Music releases the song from its cage

Lyrics are a message but nothing without a tune

The rhythm is the soul that makes our heart swoon

Sentences flow to form the perfect rhyme

Without the beat it cannot make our ears chime

Paragraphs are scribed until the end of eternity

But songs will never truly live without a melody


Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2013