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The Seventh Day

God took his time to make the world and we are truly blessed, 
He worked so hard for six long days but then He took His rest. 
A whole day off from His creation so what’s a deity to do? 
He slept late then got Himself some premium coffee to brew. 
Then He made himself some cinnamon buns and ate them on the deck, 
He wondered how things were back on Earth but resisted the urge to check. 
They’ll be fine for just one day. How much trouble could they find? 
I left them alone in a paradise and now it’s My turn to unwind. 
Then He remembered the serpent and the tree of wrong and right, 
And He began to worry that they’d never make it to the morning light. 
So He put on a robe and grabbed His keys and headed for the door, 
Then He stopped himself before He left and He paced across the floor. 
If He couldn’t trust them for even one day then what good would they be? 
So He decided to make a mutton sandwich and go and watch TV. 
But He couldn’t concentrate on the game and He was running out of chips, 
And taking a little walk in the garden would be much better for His hips. 
He went to check up on the kids in Eden and what do you suppose?
Sure enough He found the two of them running around in clothes.
They pointed fingers at each other and at the snake and at the tree,
And all the while He thought to Himself, they really do need Me.
That’s why God keeps Himself available no matter what the time or day,
So when we are in need of his strength we only have to pray.
Who knows? Maybe someday we’ll realize what there is at stake,
We’ll be able to take care of ourselves and then God can take a break.
But not yet.
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Premium Member Patriotic Plan - It All Makes Perfect Sense

To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay
No matter the total, let the law courts have their say

Now our economy has taken a turn for the best
Restructuring internally an injection of zest

Now, let's look after our pensioners, and place them in jail
They'll have showers, walks and hobbies, where their care won't fail

From unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical aid
Wheel chairs aplenty, not a penny will they have paid

Constant video monitoring, instant assistance if they fell
Bedding washed and changed twice a week, soon they'll be well

Having someone check up on them, every twenty minutes or so
Bringing meals to their cells, watch the smile in them grow

Families visit in a suite, for their purpose and nothing more
Enjoying Snooker, Pool and Sky TV, and a Library to explore

Clothing would be provided, shoes, slippers, PJ's and Legal Aid
It's all free on request, oh my! certainly no charges to be made

They would also have gardens and lovely exercise yards
Computers, TV and Radio and as many as they want, phone cards

No longer would there be a Matron, a board of directors there will be
A code of conduct for the officers, strictly adhered to, you'll see

And what of the poor prisoners I hear your minds start to think
How will they cope, these poor souls left on the brink

Well, they'll get by with cold food, left alone unsupervised
All lights turned off at eight, as they will internally cry

Mind you they will shower once a week, live in a tiny little room
A figure of £600.00 a week they won't flout, with no getting out soon









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Li Na Tennis Superstar

Li Na Tennis Champion

Asians in general sat up to take notice when from the vastness of China arose a tennis great…
Never mind it was a she, and at an advanced chronological ripe old age of almost touching 30…

Li Na from China was one well travelled tennis star, her world accolades coming in very late…
When many a famous players were thinking of retiring in fatigue, she upped her game to the level elite..

First and only Asian to win a Grand Slam Singles title, she was a ripe old 29 when it happened…
Many more  illustrious tennis professionals have long gone to pasture before reaching 29 or after…

But not Li Na the most famous professional tennis player from China,  the most illustrious  too..
2011 French Open Champion at age 29 followed in 2 years later , 2014 Australian Open at age 32…

Now , if one were to check up on China’s most famous tennis daughter, Wikipedia has it all …
It chronicles in fascinating details the checkered career of this badminton reject since she was small…

An astute  coach suggested she had best switch from the ever popular racket game called badminton…
In that big nation of badminton crazies all over, it must have hurt to be ejected from badminton… 

But her excellence in tennis was astonishing to say the least, by 1997 she was in the  national team…
Incredibly, she was then only a teenage at fifteen when China drafted her into her National team…

Two years later, in 1999 following a 10 months stint sponsored by Nike, Li Na turned professional…
Her rocky path to be a successful professional was camouflaged by her many ITF numerous titles…

However, she quit the National team in 2002, going on to complete a Bachelor of Journalism in 2009..
This was another cap in her journey to tennis success, an academic complement to her tennis prowess…

From the barrage of numerous first evers for this Chinese tennis phenomenon until her retirement..
It is obvious she was a tennis prodigy who happened to come from the far east to tennis fans' amazement...

For further readings of Li Na, the most famous Chinese phenomenon in woman professional tennis …
Do a Google search and feel amazed at the massive write up about China’s most famous daughter in tennis..


     https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Na

     Or Look out for Li Na Superstar Part 2


Dance With Death

I went down this road so many times
I have danced with Death for way too long
It's a matter of time until I run out of chances
And he takes me on his own

Every time I try I regret it
Every time I fight hard enough just to make it back in the nick of time
Then I tell myself it'll never happen again
But he knows it's a lie deep within

I've done this so many times
He seems to check up on me once a year 
For the last five
He could have me by the touch of a finger
But the doctors or fear bring me back
Before he can touch me

It's the sixth year now
And I called him again
He says he's tired of my games
But I'm serious this time
I want this pain to end
So he goes to touch me one more time
There were no doctors
And there were no fights
He touched me with one finger and took my life

Premium Member Cat Texting

Okay, so Mom got me my own smart-phone,
now I can have fun when I’m home alone.
I can see the addiction to this thing,
I can finally buy myself some bling.

Oh wait, a text from Fluffy-Bell,
Tuesday’s play-date went really well.
“Girl, check out the new food site,
that tuna’s got sauce with every bite!

Oh hey, wait, I’m  get’in a text,
yeah, it’s from that smexy tabby, Rex.
Ooh, ooh, he wants a play-date, too,
oh geez, what am I going to do?

Got to go girl and get some bling,
afterwards I’ll give you a ring.
I can’t let him see me in this old collar,
I don’t want him thinking I live in squalor.

Here’s one, it’s full of pink rhinestones,
I’m going to order it on my new smart-phone.
Oh wait, I can't find Mom’s credit card,
you know, web shopping’s awfully hard.

Now I’ll have to manipulate Mom;
bookmarking this site, I’ll leave my phone on.
She’ll check up on me and see what I want,
then, I’ll get a new collar to flaunt.

Yeah girl, it really does work,
Mom worships me, she’s no jerk.
I’m her “widdle-purrrdy-girl”,
I’m her BFF in this world!


Personification - Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Constance La France
6-5-2022

Alone

Have you ever felt so alone 
Even though you’re surrounded by many friends?
You’re the glue that holds them all together,
Yet it feels like you’re an outcast in the end.

You’re the one they can confide in,
the one that keeps them going strong.
The shoulder that they can lean on,
that prevents them from falling down. 

And yet how ironic is this life, 
that even with all these friends around,
You’re the one left feeling alone.
Putting on a show just like a clown. 

You’re the one always checking up on them
as you sense when they are sad.
Reminding them you’re always here
And life ain’t all that bad. 

Yet no one ever notices,
when you’re feeling really down.
No one’s there to check up on you
to change that frown around.

No one knows that deep inside
you’re slowly falling apart.
While secretly wishing 
someone will notice your bleeding heart. 

Been strong is difficult sometimes,
You have to pick yourself up on your own.
Your battle scars are hidden
And very rarely shown. 

Have you ever felt so alone 
Even though you’re surrounded by many friends
Have you ever felt like you dont fit in
time and time again…


Thirteen Minutes With...

You gave us free will
But why nuclear devices?
Do you play games with our lives?
A score of one million to nil!!
Man we're up the creak 
And we're not collecting spices
The media's killed the flavour
And here come the chopping knives.

What is our potential for the near future?
No one seems to care, is our time nearly up?
I don't think you have the bottle to be so abrupt!
Many of your representatives appear all too corrupt,
While you what, check up on our graces?
Why are we so dumb and ignorant and hung up on races?
Killing for oil and territorial spaces, while we're hypnotised
By what, white teeth on their evil smiling faces?

Do you take pride in what you have created?
We’re so grateful; your teachings are sidelined,
While the horned goat is consecrated, 
They have young children idly worshiping the antithesis of 999,
So my one real question to you, my source...
Do you not feel that the evil must be purged...berated
Back into chaos, obscurity
Expelled by the light of divinity
A place for creativity to flourish, our children to be nourished?
Because into oblivion I sink...I see no serenity.

Premium Member So You Have a Lot of Money

So You Have a Lot of Money
By Franklin Price
12/3/2015

So you have a lot of money - Maybe are a billionaire
The how's and why's the way you got it - I myself don't really care
You're working now to keep it - Maybe even want some more
If you're a citizen of the U.S. - You should check up on the score

The environment is capitalist - That gives the U.S. ONE
There are the breaks in taxes - TWO for country for you none
The environment is mostly free - Many places to invest
That's THREE and Four there's so much more - You still have none to pass the test

The Senators and Congressmen - Tend to move most things your way
With your money and influence - You now have ONE and  that is sway
Depends on how you use it - Tells what others think of you
To make more money for yourself - Is not all that you should do

Help make this country better - Bring less fortunate along
Invest in Education – Help put us back where we belong
Invest in others' efforts - To put money in your shoe
To aid in helping others – Gives you a score of TWO

Won't always make you money – Will make you better you will see
To give to others for no return – Gives you a score of THREE
Some rich say no one helped them – You are free these words to say
I can easily show you're lying -  Our founding fathers paved the way

I'm sure that others helped along – Maybe still are there for you
So the way I'm looking at it – Is you owe this country too 
Take advantage of the giving holes – And they won't be voted out
Giving something back to proliferate – Is part of what it's all about

Sojourn

He's in self-isolation keeping company
a rooftop crow reminding him
a wiser authority is still at work!
No sense of distance within four walls
sickroom alien, where dawn comes early
and long night falls.
He's lost track of time, the pilgrim soul in him
finds no harbor to anchor, plays monopoly with
his mind, thinking of Galileo: “the larger the machine, the greater its weakness.”
Conjures a theory of “Chinese virus” as spirit wrapped in embryo waiting for the opportune moment
to rule the world, a living locked in its own order by
the magnitude of its destruction, clearly one cannot grant an invisible giant
the same proportion of limbs as an ordinary enemy.
Push up, stretch, and climbing up and down the stairs,
he calculates the rate of death as the speed by which
life is saved, it's always good to spin the positive, and
he thinks of the virus as a snow emergency using old shovels
to deal with it, or a bowline knot that comes untied with ease
on a fisherman's boat in wild, boisterous ocean, and then his mind
conjures the word “cross-mutation,” readaptation of an idea
from one artifact to another, now wondering if the virus has come from
outer orbits or is a cell phone disease, or the tree of life re-enacting
an old theme, full of words such as tension, compression, torsion, shear, bending, and
destruction, but then again he thinks of it as a material form, in need of cutting, hammering, grasping, scraping, splitting, piercing, re-shaping, and measuring. 

And time passes and suddenly, he is in company with god,
that drops by late hours to check up on him, reminding him with
genuine equanimity, nature is capable of designing traces of extraordinary
polarization.  

We are on sojourn
myself and I, breaking the monopoly of 
his mind.

Cardiomyopathy Part 2

As I figuratively lay on my hospital bed; aiming to bend the laws of reality 
and try to recover a life that was once dead,
I hungered to be fed understanding
as I struggled with broken heart syndrome: evoking words that were said
that ultimately lead to my blow to the head.
You visited me to check up on the damage that you caused,
despite the times I looked past all the flaws that were yours.
Holding onto my last breath, in the facade we called a relationship;
I spoke empty words of forgiveness,
as I hoped the next victim of your secrets,
did not witness the tragic sequence
that existed in between our first and our last kiss.

Despite the broken heart, 
my pain shall one day depart.
I will recover from the diagnosis on my medical chart,
to find a woman who will love me intently from the very start.
Though this anguish will take awhile to heal,
I feel, in time, these emotions will no longer feel surreal.
In light of concealed intentions, I promise to reveal,
my true feelings to the next female that catches my appeal.
In times of difficulty, the is always a silver lining, 
so I choose to undertake some refining and ignore the declining.
Focusing on a love that will one day, break out of the darkness shining.
Cardiomyopathy,
the death of a broken heart and rise of emotional prosperity.

The end.

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Footprints

Sittin here thinking of the life long trial I tried so hard to be apart of something in your life 

the more Im thinking Im realizing that everything is all regrets... I cant believe things 

turned out this way, now your speechless with nothing to say.  I loved you so much and I 

even showed you this, but in return all I got from this was a bunch of emptiness...

you cant make up for lost times nor can you turn back the hands of time....

but if you were down to one minute left before your last breath, Im curious if I would even 

cross your mind before your death...

you going around telling everybody that you are real but what about the times when my 

heart was ill?...

you didnt even pick up the phone to check up on me to see how i feel...

you can dismiss yourself out of my life with that fakeness cause how I am living is real

you can even stop calling me your sister or your homie cause when I look at you I will just 

shake my head and say I cant believe you turnt out to be so phony.

Barcelona Lives Matter

This night match was between 
EGO and ELITE; 
INFLUENCE and AFFLUENCE, 
TEEM and TEAM. 
Like you know it happened. 
May be you don't believe it;
No much treat though, much heat 
As hissing sounds turned up into peaceful turbulence. 

Bayern Munich, calm down! 
It hasn't been up to this. 

Barcelona lives matter! 
Check on a hardened fan. 
Save a live,  save many more. 
Doing it in turns will be great. 
As you check up on one;
And I check up on another,  
We have wonder to spread 
With the little touch of care 
To bring dulling cheers out of ban 
But the truth must be told... 

Barcelona shocked me o! 
E shocked meeeeeeeeeee

Beyond having mercy, 
Bayern hacked Messi:
His legs aren't different, 
Holding logistics are dejected. 
Where dedication is highly spirited. 
Wow! Danger is honored strategically. 

What a bombshell! 
Oooooin, you did well. 

Been two years though

Ransacked

No arrests have been made yet,
but an investigation and manhunt for the suspects are underway,” says police spokesperson 
Col Mavela Masondo in a statement.
The family of the deceased was in Cape Town
when they tried to contact him but he could not be reached, a family friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found the back door of the main house locked and the key of the door was in the lock on the outside, she entered the house and discovered that it was ransacked,” journalist was already dead with multiple injuries.A television and Gordin’s car were stolen.
© Non Expert  Create an image from this poem.

Alone

I JUST WANNA BE LOVED 
I JUST WANT A PLACE TO CALL HOME 
I JUST WANNA BE NEEDED BY SOMEONE 
I REALLY HATE THE IDEA OF BEING ALONE 

I WISH SOMEONE WOULD JUST CHECK UP ON ME 
JUST TO EVEN SAY I THOUGHT OF YOU ARE YOU OKAY
IM TIRED OF FEELING LIKE IM LIVING IN DARKNESS 
I WISH SOMEONE WAS THERE TO MAKE IT A BRIGHTER DAY

I WISH SOMEONE WOULD ONLY TRY TO UNDERSTAND MY PAIN
I WISH SOMEONE WOULD TAKE THE TIME TO MAKE ME SMILE 
I WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO STAY AROUND ME FOREVER 
BUT SO FAR EVERYONE SEEMS TO ONLY HANG AROUND FOR A WHILE

I WISH SOMEONE WOULD APPRECIATE ME FOR ME 
AND NOT COME INTO MY LIFE TRYING TO IMPLEMENT A CHANGE 
THE FUNNY THING IS THAT HATE DONT REALLY SURPRISE ME  
ITS WHEN SOMEONE LOVES ME THAT SEEMS REALLY STRANGE 

MY HEART IS SO GOLDEN IT OFFERS LOVE TO ANYONE IN NEED 
BUT ITS BEEN TREATED SO UNFAIRLY BECAUSE IT DOESN'T GET THE SAME 
FOR A HEART THAT HAS DONE NOTHING BUT LOVE OTHERS 
ITS SAD TO SEE IT TREATED OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS TOY OR A GAME

IT FEELS LIKE I AM DROWNING IN A POOL OF SORROWS
WHEN WILL SOMEONE SAVE ME AND THROW ME A LIFE VEST 
I WATCH SO MANY PEOPLE BEING LOVED AND CARED FOR BY OTHERS
BUT ALL I GET IS PEOPLE RIPPING MY HEART FROM MY CHEST 

I AM A HUMBLE MAN THAT DOESN'T REALLY ASK LIFE FOR MUCH 
WHILE OTHERS HAVE A LOT BUT ASK FOR SO MUCH MORE 
WHEN WILL SOMEONE START TREATING ME LIKE A BLESSING 
INSTEAD THEY TRY TO GET RID OF ME LIKE I AM A SORE

ALL I WANT IS JUST A MESSAGE TO SAY HEY I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU
OR A CALL TO ASK IF IM OK OR LEAVE A MESSAGE ON MY PHONE 
IVE BEEN SO MUCH OF A INFLUENCE AND SUPPORT TO SO MANY 
WHY DOES IT STILL FEEL LIKE IN THIS COLD WORLD IM ALL ALONE.

Premium Member Who Is Not the Liar

Who is Not the Liar
By Franklin Price
1/17/2016

Who is not the liar
It's really hard to tell
When it comes to politicians
You should really know them well

Their first and main intention
Is to  get your valued vote
If they have to lie to do it
It is not a thing of note

They're kind of like the internet
Because they said it, it is true
You better check up on it
It's the least that you should do

Don't vote and follow blindly
Don't just go with party lines
Evaluate the candidates
To see what's on their minds

And when your own position
Is as theirs that you perceive
Then look closely at their record
To see if  that's what they believe

As I said at the beginning
If there's truth it's hard to tell
If they believe it, can they do it?
If they can it would be swell

But definitions of positions
For which politicians run
Make comments often meaningless
To get your votes and just for fun

When making your decisions
Taking votes down from the shelves
Cast for ones who think somewhat of you 
And a little less about themselves

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