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Skin Deep

Indigo, not black, nor brown
not one or tother, coffee ground

It’s plain and simple, the eye to see
like winter’s bark on maple tree

I’m indigo, in mood and skin,
to be this colour is no sin

So to my friends of red and yellow, 
just chill out, it’s cool to mellow

Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

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Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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a school maths exams

When school kids sit those maths tests,
A couple of times each year,
They get that pale stressed look from 
No sleep and that “failure” fear.
Wearily streaming through the tired doors
Students trudge into the hall.
Pens and rubbers all align,
The creaking clock up on the wall.

Arranging the hall for the test
Seats and tables stand aligned.
No cheating is ever possible,
Students sit alone, sort of blind.
And the exam is sterile, black on white,
Answers are right or wrong.
And the questions are all graded to be about an hour long.

Then it starts, hair gets tossed,
Eyes glance, “sniff”- a tissue.
Clumsy sketches, sitting sideways
On plastic chairs becomes an issue.
Pictures, fidgets, graffiti and tapping,
Hats off, fingers tell the truth.
Hands up, “Can I go to the toilet?”
“Yes, be quick, don’t dawdle Ruth.”

Well, maths tests aren’t meant to be fun,
You won’t laugh, smile, or sing.
And quadratic algebra doesn’t really
Get used for anything.
And the square root of the unknown function
Forms perfect curvy surds.
Should we expect a teenage kid
To care about these words?

And finally, the air hostess,
Straight hair, microphone and smile,
Gives exit instructions in rehearsed monotone,
“Please leave via the isle”.
To kids, another maths test,
Another day at school.
At home they’ll play their Halo
Or just chill out in their pool.

Entered into "YOUR BEST OLD POEM UPDATED" contest by Judy Konos, ranked First place

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2015

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Wake N' Bake

waking up and 
baking up 
we hit the sun
in a hurry 
don't you worry
just come along
and have some fun

stop all that lookin'
at what we're cookin'
like we're crooked dudes
with guns

themz' brownies 
not Maui WoW-Wee
chill out
our THC days iz' done.

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

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talk to the hand - for contest

y'all know me-     I'm in the poem biz     
and it is a no brainer     when I need a fix(I come to the main drag)of
       this poetry site

this my security blanket     my safe harbor    my home away from home
    it has taken me years to learn the
                 set up(its a long way to poet)gonna take a journey 

listen I don't consider my poems hot stuff 
nor do I have hang ups             but the bare bones is this    
    I go bananas for contests                I won't bamboozle you    
 I just wanna win (win and win)

but getting a poem selected    is an uncertain crapshoot      
     its a tricky business
            when the theme is announced    
                    I need to give it a good think (think)

and sometimes I write a lemon                (a real stinker)        
      oh when I lose(so blue)oh so near  when I win   bees knees happy

sometimes I put on my war paint       and make my way
    to the shooting gallery        (I mean the blogs)
        don't wanna open a can of worms    but
            a poet needs guts to make a comment there

oh yessiree    your words can be turned to smoke
sometimes its all snoggling       and sometimes its just aggro
      the blogger asks for an opinion      then the fun begins
get out the boom box     say what           talk to the hand

bring me the funny wagon     gotta get outa there
before I go nuts   gotta chill out         take my peepers to a poem                  
            like it when its mellow yellow in blog world

y'all know me-     I'm in the poem biz
and it is a no brainer       when I need a fix(I come to the main drag)of
         this poetry site

July 1, 2015

Free Verse

For the contest, Colloquialisms, sponsor, Laura Leiser

Fourth Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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How to Beat the Heat

the heat is on and the temperature feels like its hot as hell
the heat is on in every aspect of life in these turbulent times as well
environmentally, economically and politically society is at the boiling point
people are frustrated, discombobulated their noses are all out of joint
even when one's trying to do the right thing the devil will bring on the heat
to keep you under the fire and make your life's assignment much harder to complete

to beat the heat be aware of the darkness brought on by fear
to beat the heat trust in God and believe that His light is always near
for no matter how the devil's darkness attempts to diminish God's light
remember Jesus is your salvation and for you He'll fight the good fight
don't allow the heat to make you weak and give the devil a stronghold
for when the devil gets in he might win and cause you to surrender and fold
stand firm in your convictions and girded up in the words of Christ
don't let the heat bring you defeat and allow the enemy into your life
put your trust in the Lord God and surrender to Him your soul
chill out, let go and let God have total control
you can't fix everything as you don't have the ability nor the tools
its not about luck its about being blessed by the God who rules
so put your confidence in the power of the Lord
He's your strength and in Him all is in accord
you won't need shortcuts nor do you need to make any deals
for God has the ability and capability to even bring the devil to heel

a woman recently came under fire the enemy brought on the heat
her words out of context were used against her and she then resigned in defeat
but God was working on the situation His mighty hands were now in the mix
and after the truth was brought to light her reputation and integrity were fixed
she chilled out and placed her confidence in God's righteous hands
she was then vindicated and all sorts of apologies at her feet did land
how to beat the heat that comes with life's fiery darts
how to beat the heat is to have a righteousness of heart
God will deflect, God will protect, and cover you with the blood
to keep you cool and not by the devil be made a tool by placing you high above
to beat the heat put your mind on Jesus and not look left nor right
lift your eyes to the Lord, your Redeemer, your Salvation, your Light
let God provide, let God guide and let God drive while you're in the passenger seat
let all be in accord as you chill out with the Lord is the best way to beat the heat

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010

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God Hates Divorce

Negative comments won't hold me down
I won't be wearing it like a royal crown 
It won't get rid of the divorce papers my dad received
When I heard about it, I felt myself in the inside grieve...will he ever be relieved? 
That message was received at the wrong day and the wrong time 
Drowsily, making rhyme after rhyme after rhyme time after time 
I don't want the same for us - 
This tragedy that has thrown us under the bus

Isn't my beloved mother aware
That God hates divorce? 
Is my humble father ever going to be happy just a hair?
We can't move the carriage without the horse 

How I hate unloving Satan with a passion? 
He makes sin as eye-catching as fashion
Divorce will take us on another level of lament
Momma, I want you to feel regret and I want God to inspire you to repent

I still have hope in mind still
You know what? It's all in God's will
I'll let it be and stop acting like a pill
I need to literally take a sleeping pill to chill out 
For sweet sleep isn't given to me tonight no doubt
Oh well, yeah, I fell pretty hard on my bottom
Now, I feel so numb and dumb and getting tasteless like gum
I can't put a finger on how shocked I am
This divorce process will make me a more lost lamb

I keep listening to music 
Because it's awfully therapeutic
The hardships we encounter
Is all because of her...I'm sure...
Sorry for being a blame-placer
But I'm a hater of divorce too
My fine and dandy future's a mighty blur
Now that I see my dad blue

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

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diet coke

love is a drug
its a down and a high is lust
love is to chill out
lust has styles
if love is to savour
lust is to pizazz the flavor
ya'll fronting like you know better

wRAP the flow like so : its a down and a high. and a high is lust

Copyright © jonny sance | Year Posted 2016

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On Mental Furniture

If you're off colour
bean bag it
If you're not in the zone
couch it
If you can't center it
spa it

How is your mental furniture?

It says a lot about you
if anyone should see it
who would you allow on it
should anybody need to

Mental furniture in your head
the place you go to
to chill out, relax, regroup

it's your inner therapy
not everyone is extroverted
though that's the trend
what shape does it take

inside your head?

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2014

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There you are you sweetie pie.
You are the apple of my eye.

Such insight you have, you know the score,
'Cause you've been there and done that, whatever before.

You are so smart, much more so than most,
And you'll let us all know it but you never boast.

You're a master of every conversation,
Economy, Religion, Education,

Politics your area of expertise,
You regale us for hours and hours with ease.

No one need offer to give a conjecture,
No matter the topic, you are the director.

You'll push your opinion down everyone's throat.
Sometimes I wish you had a remote,

So I could at least turn you off now and then,
To disagree with you you think is a sin.

Sweetie you need to relax, take a breath.
Chill out for a moment and give it a rest.

Folks are more wont to listen to you,
When you don't give a lecture, let them speak too.

You aren't the only one with thoughts in your head,
And others have things that need to be said.

Light conversation is good and should be,
And we don't want to fight if we just disagree.

So say what you want and just let it be.
Don't rant, rave and preach, drive me out of my tree.

You have your opinions and I have mine,
And to disallow my opinions is most unkind.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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Letting Your Hair Down

Letting Your Hair Down

Looking to sit back and enjoy the day
Aiming for the patio table, our little get away

Kick off the shoes and sit with the family
Share todays news and laughing happily

And you know we have to have that ice cold beer
Best way to chill out over here

The neighbors wave and sometimes sit to chat
Our home is like a big welcome mat

Before you know it, here comes out the barbecue pit 
The more the better, I must admit

Home is where you can just relax and do nothing
Its when best memories are made and lots of good loving

Doesn't cost nothing to just enjoy and rest
This is when we are the happiest

Let your hair down and take a little time
Do this often and learn to unwind

Contest by:  Yasmin Khan
Written by:  Debra Falgout

Copyright © DEBRA FALGOUT | Year Posted 2012

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What Does it Mean to be a Woman

What Does it Mean to be a Woman?

What does it mean to be a woman? 
What does it mean to suffice?
It means to overcome suppression,
By men as cold as ice.

I suspect you know about the cruelty,
Of history and its legacy, 
And that you yourself can change our society,
Away from this harsh, insidious fallacy.

That we are different from men, 
In any way apart from physically, 
Is an ignorant misconception, 
That should be quashed entirely. 

Women and men are like a rope, 
Two separate strands twisted together; 
Both strong and individual, independent, 
But to each other they are important. 

Without both sexes you wouldn't have kids, 
The continuation of life and humanity, 
Where many affairs and relationships occur to give, 
Much happiness, freedom and proclivity. 

But the relationship facet of daily life, 
Can be very distastefully circumvented; 
You can be sexually abused in childhood and raped, 
And then not taken seriously or respected.  

Being female means that you need to justify your intellect, 
To validate it and maintain its vitality, 
In replies to teachers, lecturers and college friends:  
Reactions will tire you, and you will not comprehend. 
When you're employed, you just have to ignore the signs, 
Men give you when they're not mellow or tactile;  
You just need to chill out and get on with things energetically, 
‘Cos you know you don't need them to be upwardly mobile. 

And worse, you're considered second in the family, 
‘Cos your brother is always way more important;  
He's the pride of his eternally doting parents, 
When you're just left with a specific love quotient. 

Feminism is old, but it is still really young, 
There's so much more talking to be done, 
For a world with no rape, jousting and evil glares - 
We all need to climb a few more stairs. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

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Song of Nature

I let the song of nature wash over me
from gentle streams to mighty rivers
I'm flying like an all-seeing eagle
And drifting like a carefree duck
For I am the minerals hidden in the Earth
And the gasping wind on a hot day
The Earth is my playground
And the mountains are my playmates
But sometimes I just chill out
And listen to the chatter of squirrels
As I collect wild berries and whistle
True freedom is found at the bottom of the lake
Where the crabs walk sideways
Pinching at me in indignation
But at the end of the day when the sun is setting
And shimmering on my wet skin
I feel more alive than I've ever felt before
As I take in the cacophony of music
From the songs of cicadas
To the forlorn hoot of owls
I let the song of nature wash over me 
Just another child of the Earth 

Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016

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 Grandparents grew Eugenia in the month of April 
 Grandmother's garden has made it ocean vast
 Grandfather knows its heavenly value
 Grandmother knows it mirrors goofy laughs
 Grandfather knows it empties out the cookie jar
 Grandmother hears it whisper 'Chill out, dude'
 Grandfather hears it munching on Ritz crackers
 Grandmother like to roll it in construction paper
 Grandfather studies a cockroach carrying a paperclip
 Grandmother giggles at its greenish leaves
 I the Grandson now likes to help elders with gardening

Copyright © Ian Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Chill Out

Chill Out

When you’re in an awful hurry
And haven’t time to spare
And everything’s a worry
You’re rushing here and there

While all the jobs are piling up
Like dishes in the sink
You haven’t time to wash a cup
You haven’t time to think

Stop... and smell the roses
That well worn old cliché
For sure as little apples
Tomorrow is another day

Brian's contest  TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY  in the an opening/closing line or anywhere within 
the poem or as its title , on any  theme  27/2/2010

Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010

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Ode to the Bi-Polar

So what, I'm upset, deal with it!

If you can't, tough, get out of my face!

My reasons are none of your business!

You need to just give me my space!

Don't you dare tell me to, "just chill out"...

Or, "at least act like you're in a good mood"

Don't take it personally, I ain't mad at you 

And I'm NOT copping a bad attitude!

It's just sometimes my thoughts kinda darken

And I can't shake it off, wish I could.

So the only advise I can give you

Is get away from me, THAT would be good.

And then, when I start feeling better,

Don't act like you're all upset too!

Let it go, you do NOT make me feel bad!

You just make me feel like punching you!

Yes, I call you names and yell insults,

But when mad, I can't help how I act.

I'm so happy to tell you what I think of you

And I wont even bother with tact.

Being warned, if you still want to know me,

If you think you can handle the strain,

Then just don't say that I didn't warn you,  

And I do NOT want to hear you complain!

Copyright © Betty Johnson | Year Posted 2010

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War-Locked with a Poet Destory

Warlock of Poetry!
your move will turn you into shamrock!
That girl will beat you down 
and when you beg for her to stop 
the only thing she'll do 
is kick dirt in your face
She will kill all your hope
for ever claiming the title of slam champ
and she WILL have you bow to her
as she has done to many
just do what the rest of them do
Run the hell away!
Failure is the only option 
of which you survive...

Man, your poetry is "odd"
It's plot is non-exsistant 
and your game is un-played
your lust is the only fire you command
and everything else is just wrong
dude, she's going to win...
and if you even think of slamming me
you will be thrown aside
like love letter drafts
in the trash basket
so chill out
and don't get killed
you my warlock friend
are going down!

Copyright © Ryan Emerald | Year Posted 2010

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Been workin' all week and needin' a rest.
Vacation starts soon and will be the best.
Plan to kick back, get some rest and chill out,
Get some things done at home within and without.

Back yard cooking is high on my list,
Bring over the friends and the family I've missed.
Then without warning, the demons attack,
First the sewer backs up, Oh they've got a knack.

The basement is under two inches of water.
It's brown and it stinks and it seems to be fodder,
For horrible things like germs and bugs,
That live in the sewer with long, black slugs.

We call out a plumber who works fifteen minutes,
For four hundred cash before he'd begin it.
All under the table to avoid paying tax,
On his hard earned money, but we got the sack.

Looted and sacked and hung out to dry,
Fifteen minutes work, here's mud in your eye.
Then I rip out the carpet, it's ruined, it's toast.
We must buy another 'cause this one is gross.

There goes all our money,
Now we have none.
So how's your vacation?
Ain't we havin' fun!

                              Judy Ball

True story of a summer vacation two years ago.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Gods, Rains and Traffic

A new day arrives; I'm waiting for the morning sun.
Rains pissing on me, God must be having fun.
I crawl myself out of bed & move to the bathroom to take a shower.
Sipping on a beer Lord Shiva tells Vishnu, “Bro, do you want to see my power"?
Some songs on my playlist, I step out of house, heading off to work.
The sky goes black and suddenly the rains go berserk.
Lord takes one more sip and says " Bro, let’s have a little more fun"
Let's jam roads from Borivali to Andheri, even if the clock's at 1.
I keep waiting for a share cab for 30 minutes, but to no avail.
Finally I take the Expensive Samosa (Rickshaw) to start my trail.
Rains pouring in, the journey starts at a snail's pace.
It's the Lord's 3rd peg, for his entertainment he made this human rat race.
We climb the flyover or should I say we crawl over the bend.
Oh the road’s on a mend! Or it is that they pretend.
Traffic my love, I hate to live and especially living with you.
I want to kick you and slap you, as I feel your life is overdue.
I look at the share car besides me, people crumpled in their seats.
Shut the music down, this is the time to dance to the honking beats.
This is the everyday saga; everyone is stuck in traffic every time.
Because of it we can't climb the job ladder that helps us make a dime.
Finally I reach work, drenched in sweat or is it the ****ing rain.
Lord's bottle is empty now, and so is his daily game.
He winks and says, “Dude, chill out and just enjoy the speedy life in Bombay"
Tomorrow couple of bro-gods are joining in, and for you it will be another day

Copyright © Rohit Pandey | Year Posted 2013

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Good old days

Good Old Days...
Slowly and steadily wins the race
So would my old folks say leaving a trace
For you to feel the prowess of God's Grace
Sometimes I wear this sad and awkward face

Looking backwards at the good Old Days
When all was real and love was embraced
The world was far much a better place
For all to live in peace with little or no stains.
Take me back to the good old days
When our anthem was sang in love and unity
When all in unism will lift our banner and sway
So proud of the land with vegetation and Purity

Take me back to the good old days 
When all smiles on our faces was real and independent
And not being accompanied by long- suffering always
Those memorable days when all was wise and prudent.

Take me back Home to the good old  days...
When family was all that we've got
When envy has no room in our heart to stay
When my battle was the battle you fought

When a tear from your eyes would my attention catch
And my shoulder will be strong for you to lean on
The battle is won and our Joy has forever hatched
there is much beauty here at home so let's feast on

I know you remember the good old days
That in every December the sky suffers much faze
By fireworks we shot for the skies to cry out 
Was the story of life we have lived to talk about

Come on Let's chill out with the good old days
When we do crunch up for slimy things
Fun filled the air, and the eyes goes squint
My Smiles came alive just as I saw your face.

Copyright © Joseph John | Year Posted 2016

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Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.

Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.

Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.

It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.

                                                            Judy Ball

If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Now I am my own worst enemy
Because I'm weak on my way
I allow myself to succumb
To the spoils of my day
And I pray and I pray

This happens too much
This strangles my crutch
Thought I had the strength to address
Now my failings I must confess
I’m falling down, I'm on the ground

I can’t keep growing
When I don’t know what I'm throwing
And waiting for that miracle that I know
Will never come
I'm falling down, I'm falling down

If by some miraculous chance
A formula to take me out of this trance
Where to see, where I'm going wrong
So I can stop, singing this jaded worn out song
Silence forever my nemesis, stop falling down

I'm only a human I know and so
I should take it easy, chill out, and let it go
But I can’t see myself, can’t see the way
That voice inside me compels me to stay
Where do I turn? 
Where will I learn?

Now I am my own worst enemy
Because I know, let it go

©dbyrne July 2014 

Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2014

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Three Types of Onions

---This verse is split into 3 parts - it is officially called The Onion Trilogy! I hope you find this clever, silly and flavorful
--- make sure not to cry when reading my poem! I was teary eyed while writing this! J/K

Black Onions - poem #1

Hey, no racism
Involved - I burnt the onions 
My eyes wince with pain

Hey, no offense, man
I'm not crying - chill out, dude
Kick back and relax!

Pink Onions - poem #2

I'm a funny guy 
What's wrong with the color 'pink'?
Don't miss out! Try it!

No homo - pink's cool
Pink is a nice color, bud!
You don't believe me? (Oh well!)

Green Onions (poem #3)

Original, no?
Really good with meals and shtuff!
Drink the soup - you're sick!

I used to garden
I believe we planted this!
Green onions are good!

They're green and healthy
You should put it in your soup
Keep brewing sick lines (you get the pun? - sick)

I was a young boy
When I ordered my kid's food -
Baked potato (with green onions sprinkled on top! Yum! My mouth's watering now!!)

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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Son Do Your Best In Your Exams

Son, how are you this early morning?
This is just to wish you well...,

Your Exams are near, 
Hope you're taking the stress well....

Hope you and your friends edge each other on...
Be honest and talk about what goes on...

Discuss and analise certain topical issues...
That will definitely deepen your grasp of such issues..

You'll need to minimise stress and keep sharp your mind...
When in need, do  take time off to refreshen your tired mind...

Go for a movie, take a break with friend at the nearest cafe...
Heck, go out with friends and chill out and lounge easy in the cafe....

Make sure you intake enough water to keep away drowsiness ....
Grab enough sleep, rest and exercise to keep away sleepiness... 

Take good care, it wouldn't do to fall ill now that exams are near...
Relax and be confident, you're well prepared for these tests...

Do your best and your best will do all the rest...
Cheers, son! God bless and may you easily ace these tests..! 

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Fantasy Fuels the Flames (Co-Written with James Fraser)

Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
Across the room, a lady catches his eye
Dressed to impress -- for whom he wonders
Thoughts start to flow as he politely stares
In his mind he imagines sensual plunders
Rugged and handsome, he heads her way
An inviting smile lights up her face
She pats an empty stool, gives a sign
Hoping he'll find his way to this place
"Good evening to you, have we met before?"
As he runs his eyes down her curvaceous frame
My name is James, pleased to meet you
His heart on fire with his yearning flame
"You DO look familiar," she whispers
The fire in his eyes sets off a spark
"But I can only see your outline;
This room is hot and way too dark"
I don't mean to sound forward, let's vacate this bar
Let's take a walk, forget about this place
I have a flat round the corner, it's not very far
It's bright, warm and cozy; we will have our own space
Strolling through snowfall; he offers a coat 
Placing it over her low-cut sweater
Then leads her up a long flight of stairs
The door opens, "Ah, now that's much better!"
Please, make yourself at home, may i get you a drink
I'll turn the heat on, take the chill out of the air
He hands her a cocktail and she responds with a wink 
As he towels her wet shoulders and long blond hair
A night of passion; they intertwine
"I'm so glad you found me," she sighs
"Your timing, as always, was just right"
She adds as she shades morning sun from his eyes
He stirs and turns saying, "Mrs. Mayo, last night was bliss
You were sensuous and ripe, like the day we first loved
Your limpet like lips, seduced as we kissed
We caressed each other as if we were gloved"

"We MUST go on meeting like last night, Mr. Mayo,
To fan the flames in our decades-long marriage
You hold the key to my heart in your passion
And our fantasies lift us like a heaven-bound carriage"

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010