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Show Me The Money

OK!! Love is good, love is good,
But hey, will it buy me food,
For bread with love can I pay,
And my bills and taxes too, I say?

For love, much I will toil
And burn the midnight oil,
If love be the legal tender
I'll work as a love peddler.

For my kids' room and board
And for the gas on the road
Love would be the way to pay,
So stash love for the rainy day.

Say, O say until love do reign
Am I merely dabbling in vain?
"You are dreaming again honey"
Taunts wife, "Show me the money!"


Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2012

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Three Graces

Kissed by the rebel mouth of Dionysus

set tight against their fulsome lips;

lapped into shapes by intoxicant tongues,

arms fused in a chain of swaying hips.



Tiptoe this sisterhood of Athena,

this trio in bright synchrony;

blown back on Acropolis stilettos,

risen skirts above the stockinged knee.



Aphrodite waged love at closest quarters,

hair and smiles in abandonment;

cocked ears unto the night owl's dreaming cry,

dancing rings on cracked cement.



And in their gentle, giddy transit

do these Three graces reincarnate;

resurrected in neon and nicotine apparel,

a vodka cocktail triumvirate.



With clicks of glitzy, glittery nails,

Beauty, Love and Pleasure burn the midnight oil;

the winds of Olympus ply their skin,

bled as one with each other on urban soil.



A graffiti collision of sensual ephemera

sprayed on a backdrop of brick and grime,

Three graces raised up by the ancient gods

from the mists and depths of mythic time.



Oh to see the marriage of their personas

bared in a nocturne, driven weeping,

only one lone gaze imbibes the miracle

for the world and his wife lie blind and sleeping...


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005




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Sex Life Of A Crayfish

Is checking crayfish gender easy as you might guess?
Tugging on the legs results in quite a mess! 
First know your species, molting phase and such
Lift the legs and "peeks" won't tell you very much
 
Gender identification your first step towards success
Knowing if you have a Red Swamp or Bayou Cray is best
Although it's not impossible to identify mating phase
If appendages missing you'll have no sex to praise

So "good luck" as you struggle to burn the midnight oil 
Enlighten with your knowledge the hopes,dreams and toil
Just remember "never give up" if it's sex that you must know
Carefully spread the legs ....your experience will show!


Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2013

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The Tiller of the Ground

Day and night I work the soil,
For I am cursed to work the ground.
In the fields I burn the midnight oil,
For to my plow I am bound.

To my bed I hope to retire,
But the ground brings forth futility.
So Daily I cut down the thorn and briar.
Still the weeds exploit my inability.

I strive to take control if the land.
It is my possession, it is mine!
Yet still it disobeys my reprimand.
And the landscape I can’t refine.

Day and night I work the soil,
For I am cursed to work the ground.
And the object of my toil,
Is the grave to which I am bound. 


Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016