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Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 
 


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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The Isle of Man TT

Our sleepy little Island in the middle of the Irish Sea
Opens its eyes slowly for the Isle of Man TT
The Island bursts into life with bikers everywhere
You need to keep alert and take extra care

The Grandstand is buzzing with colour and noise
You have to admire the bravery of the biker boys
Tearing round the course at a million miles an hour
The machines that they ride have an awesome power

They line up on the grid; the adrenalin flows
The starter counts them down and then the rider goes
Tearing around the circuit at a tremendous pace
Trying to be the winner of the TT race

A dangerous sport racing can be
You don’t want to be a casualty 
We cheer and shout when they cross the line
Then the Island goes back to sleep until the next TT time

~ This poem is to be featured in a book called 'Bringing it home' ~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014




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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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Crossed Lines

once you cross the line
there is no way to turn back
words can't be undone...

once you break a heart
there is no way to heal it
the cracks will show through

Eileen Manassian


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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THE ZIMMER FRAME RACES

On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races Ready to put themselves through their paces No cheating girls - don’t go tying shoelaces Or there will be embarrassed red faces Lined up on the starting grid Prize is a cuppa and a quid ON YOUR MARKS.. GET SET GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW But off like rockets charge Ethel and Flo Wheel to wheel at the very first corner Ethel cuts in - she should have warned her Flo gives her a knowing look No cheating Ethel – you’ll get a right hook They cross the line together - I’m glad I didn’t bet Sandwiches, cake and tea is all ready and set Best of friends they sit and enjoy a chatter Who’s first past the winning post – it really doesn’t matter! 16TH April 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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The Reality Of Magic

Magic is everywhere, but stage magicians, have no clue, as to what it really is. Magic built our universe. That something so complex, as the universe, could be born of a few elements of pure…magic. That, intelligent organisms can grow, from carbon and evolve; that’s magic. A flower, bush or a tree, unfolding from a seed; that’s magic. Real magic; the nature of everything. An atom, cell, molecule of DNA…magic. The Visica Pisces in the seed of life, gives birth to the flower of life. Metatron’s cube is geometrical magic. That, all that exists, is composed of numbers; real magic. Ideas are born of, dream magic. Whole civilizations, are birthed into existence by… dream magic. Magical wonders, reflected in young eyes; stir the emotions and captivate the senses. Scientists…magicians…they’ve no idea, of how real magic works. The magic that creates all life, is beyond known physics; metaphysics and its comprehension’ lie in hidden realms, where human ego, blocks science from going. The real magicians; those who dare to cross the line, ego has drawn, are persecuted and maligned by colleagues. As magical history unfolds, wisdom is revealed. The same science that says: “humans use only one third of their brain capacity”; all too swiftly, negate the other two thirds. Society, self-limiting; minimizes its own knowledge; its own magical existence. Doubt is a game, played by fools; while belief, is the magical wonderland, of materializations; yet to manifest. What exists. in the imaginations magic hat…exists. Just wave the wand of belief and produce. Skeptitis, is an overwhelming malady. Its swollen tendrils, have kept the world in, stagnation; far too long. Belief is the only cure; the magic of faith, does move mountains.


Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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Flies

In the Australian summer
you’ll always have some mates,
they will ride upon your back 
and then fly to your plates
at your picnic in the outdoors,
and there’ll never be a truce,
when you’re putting out the food,
and both hands are in use.

Bloody flies get in your eyes,
up your nose, between your toes;
eat your pasties, eat your pies,
those bloody rotten little flies!

When the lawns need mowing
and the mower will not start,
you pull the thing to pieces,
and when it’s all apart,
you need full concentration,
for nuts and bolts and springs;
with spanners in both hands
you can’t swat the flamin’ things.

And they don’t mind my sandwich
after eating horse manure,
and of course the barby meat
becomes their ideal lure.
When a fly goes down my throat
I near choke to get it clear,
and reckon that they cross the line
when swimming in my beer.

So to avagoodweekend
oh, its gunna be so hard,
amongst a mist of fly spray
and a coat of aeroguard.
Flies dying in their thousands,
become one big mistake;
their mates turn up from miles away 
to join in at the wake.

Bloody flies get in your eyes,
up your nose, between your toes;
eat your pasties, eat your pies,
those bloody rotten little flies!



Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2016

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Formal Ambitions

The rule book
Of Society rules
We either live by the rules
Or be ruled unfit:

Toe the line
Walk that fine line
Keep in line
But never cross the line;

Speak up
Speak when spoken to
Speak politely
But never speak out of turn;

Mind your manners
Mind where you look now
Mind your Mama
Oh just never mind;

Look out
Watch out 
Just let it play itself out
But never let it out;

Come when called
Come along now
Come here
Just never come alone.

But sometimes
The line between formal
And informal
Ambition
Blurs
And I come
Unspoken
Alone
In my mind
Without you
Playing it out
With both feet
Planted firmly
Over the line.


Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2010

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The Knot

  THE KNOT 

In this dark lonely life that I 
have 
You are my golden star, just 
shine 
If the happiness that I have is a 
sign that you are mine, then it's 
fine 
I am prepared to cross the line 
It's about time I claim what's 
mine. 

Hold me now, dance with me 
In these rainy days and muds 
I give you my heart to feel 
The aim is to survive the floods 
listen to the rhythm of my 
heartbeat 
and let's dance to the great love 

You are like a drug to my soul 
you take me high 
Spread your wings and let us fly 
Fly high to the sky so I can try 
One of the stars on your finger 
for there is a knot I want to tie 

If I were to show what love is 
I would just show your picture 
for you are the only love I 
know. 

My mind has become a fountain 
of thoughts of you 
Let us plant a tree that will 
never fall 
For there are healthy fruits I 
want it to give 
In our family tree where I'm 
prepared to live
Let us plant a tree that will 
never fall 
Our family tree where I'm 
prepared to live


Copyright © Mkanya Anele | Year Posted 2013

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Live for danger

I never meant to love you, I never meant to care
I never meant to cross the line or change a thing, I swear
You never could call what we have a sordid, cheap affair
There's a faint reek of stagnation and confusion in the air

I always thought I knew you, you and I, we are the same
I'd laugh off jokes of romance and the daft things you proclaim
I don't know if my burning cheeks are cause by hope or shame
You keep your hand on mine to hold my fingers to the flame

I wonder how you do it, with warnings you should come
Chase the latest gambit to crush beneath your thumb
I fear you live for danger and have only just begun
I'll let you play me one last time, but please, 
Don't think you've won.

19th November 2011


Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2011

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Necessary Evil

take this blade 
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil

let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level

it's a sacrifice 
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind

so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time

sure i'm just 
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine

but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line


Copyright © Joshua Aguire | Year Posted 2008

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Heavens Angels

Heaven may not have a phone to hear your loved ones speak.
Heaven has a one way door that everyone  meets.
There are no pictures on heavens walls.
There are no locks on heavens doors.
Peace and serenity is what you'll find
when you cross the line.
You're as free as can be
helping and guiding those in need.
Protecting the ones you left behind
as you give your wings a try.


Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2011

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The Fisherman

Written January 17, 2011


Sit down in an empty room
No one makes a sound
Unless I ring the alarm and sound all the sirens
The angel of darkness swoons to reel in its catch
If he leads, then I'll follow suit
Preacher preach to me now, while I'm being lifted off of the ground

Rhetoric can't raise the dead
So pull me back before he reels me in with steady hands and fills my mind with lead
I'll leave my best regards to all of those who tried to snap his line in attempts to reel me back
But friends are only friends

You can throw me in an ambulance but as soon as you close the doors
I'll be gone into the weight of my regrets
Following the angel of death into the darkest depths
Until I see the light of all that's left

But at what point do I cross the line in the sand?
How do I know that this could just be the roll of the tide whispering in my ear?
Oh how it digs into my mind
Torn between which side of brightness I will find

Split between the bony hand of disconnect and the flabby flesh of past regret
There I remain waiting for a miracle, looking for a sign
Or am I too far for miracles, am I too blind for signs?
Oh have I let the artist down?


Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2014

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Parisienne Dream

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Parisienne Dream
and suddenly you've fallen through the seams
from very life, to stroll here by the Seine,
dropped from reality into my dreams
where you've loved me forever now and then.

You taste the fragrance of Parisienne night
and hear the distant singing all too clear,
it's just a dying nymph, in her delight,
one of the dead who knows her death is here.

Be as it may, your love tries not to speak,
as we enjoy the streetlamps' shadowings,
I press you to the stone and kiss your cheek,
and you can feel the sorrow midnight brings;

you echo words that concertina's say
only at night when love has lost her way.

My searching leads to parting of your hair,
as gentle hands reveal a neck too white,
and you can feel the pain, it lingers where;
I've set my teeth, and then you feel the bite,

and there I nurse, your suckling tiny child,
of blood and life, the nourishment I crave;
that keeps me seeking you, but drives me wild;
and makes me civilized, but mis-behave.

In your surprise, from seeking mortal sin,
expecting sex; this is no mere foreplay;
you go beyond the limits of the Seine,
to yet another dream that will not stay.

Your struggle to reality is brief,
and you succomb into my time of grief.

The draining of your love into my own
is secondary to the love you take,
you'll fall from here, back to the life you've known
and that's the choice you have, it's yours to make;

you'll waken in the night and you'll forget;
safe in your bed, your pensione's gloom,
but on your neck, the trace of blood and sweat
leads you to feel each shadow of your room.

Remembering the locking of our eyes,
that made you cross the line into the dead,
will make you cry, but never realize,
that where you've been lies hidden in your head.

Perhaps you'll meet a boy I cannot be, 
but when he kisses you, you'll know it's me.

© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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TRUTH BE TOLD

YOU'RE NEUROTIC AND SO AM I. 
THE ONLY QUESTION IS THE QUESTION WHY. 
THE DICTIONARIES MEANING SEEMED PRETTY WEAK. 
I SURELY NEED MORE THAN A PEEK. 
I RESEARCHED NEUROSIS ONLY TO FIND. 
NEUROTIC STARTS INSIDE MIND. 
CARL JUNG EXPLAINS IT WELL. 
THERE IS A DIFFERENCE I CAN TELL. 
JUNG SAW NEUROSIS IN POLITICS. 
WHERE DECEIT, CORRUPTION AND LIES ARE THICK. 
POLITICIANS CAN NOT ADAPT. 
THEY CROSS THE LINE AND CAN'T COME BACK. 
HORNEY'S THEORY IN HER FINAL BOOK. 
GAVE A THOROUGH AND COMPREHENSIVE LOOK. 
A DISTORTED WAY OF SEEING THE WORLD. 
INSIDE THEIR HEAD EVERYTHING'S SWIRLED. 
COMPULSIVE DISORDER AND VERY OBSESSIVE. 
AS  TIME GOES BY IT BECOMES PROGRESSIVE. 
ANXIETY, HYSTERIA, CONTROL DISORDER. 
LIKE JUNG SAID BEYOND THE BORDER. 
IT'S ELECTION YEAR SO BE AWARE, 
OF WHAT YOU SEE AND HEAR ON AIR. 
DON'T FOLLOW THE HEARD THEY'LL LEAD YOU TO SLAUGHTER,
TELL YOU EVERY THINGS FINE AND PLEASE DRINK THE WATER.

11082016 A.K.A. TRUTH BE TOLD


Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

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Parisienne Night

   MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Parisienne Dream
Quite suddenly you've fallen through the seams
from very life, to stroll here by the Seine,
dropped from reality into my dreams
where you've loved me forever now and then.

You taste the fragrance of Parisienne night
and hear the distant singing all too clear,
it's just a dying nymph, in her delight,
one of the dead who knows her death is here.

Be as it may, your love tries not to speak,
as we enjoy the streetlamps' shadowings,
I press you to the stone and kiss your cheek,
and you can feel the sorrow midnight brings;

you echo words that concertina's say
only at night when love has lost her way.

My searching leads to parting of your hair,
as gentle hands reveal a neck too white,
and you can feel the pain, it lingers where;
I've set my teeth, and then you feel the bite,

and there I nurse, your suckling tiny child,
of blood and life, the nourishment I crave;
that keeps me seeking you, but drives me wild;
and makes me civilized, but mis-behave.

In your surprise, your feigning now and then,,
expecting sex; this is no mere foreplay;
you go beyond the limits of the Seine,
to yet another dream that will not stay.

Your struggle to reality is brief,
and you succomb into my time of grief.

The draining of your love into my own
is secondary to the love you take,
you'll fall from here, back to the life you've known
and that's the choice you have, it's yours to make;

you'll waken in the night and you'll forget;
safe in your bed, your pensione's gloom,
but on your neck, the trace of blood and sweat
leads you to feel each shadow of your room.

Remembering the locking of our eyes,
that made you cross the line into the dead,
will make you cry, but never realize,
that where you've been lies hidden in your head.

One day, you'll meet a boy I cannot be, 
but making love to him, you're making love to me.
© Ron Arbuthnot.


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Who Bears the Blame

She blames the woman and feels good
but the truth's misunderstood
She didn't give him what she should
She bears the blame

She blames the woman and feels fine
In anger sees him wine and dine
How did he let "her" cross the line...
He bears the blame

the blame must rest where blame is due
Integrity's not something new
If truth is what she really knew
She'd blame her man

Eileen Manassian

Footnote: 
If your man
sniffs up someone else's skirt
Yank on his collar
Don't blame the woman
for smelling sweet
blame the man
for wanting another treat

Women tend to be vicious in blaming others when their men stray. A man of integrity will not stray. No affair takes place in a vacuum. No woman can "steal" a man if the man hasn't come searching or hasn't shown a green "go head" sign. Where does the blame lie? Does it lie with Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie who fell in love during the filming of Mr and Mrs Smith. Brad was married at the time to Jennifer Aniston....Rachel on friends. Will we ever know? Questions....questions. FYI....I love Jennifer!! I'm a Friends Fanatic.




Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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TEMPEST OF A VOICE



When restless thoughts find me brewing I keep a tempest with a neutral laugh , but when pushed to the edge of the wall my answer is shattering , and anyone will know… Just another pinch can fling the arrow of my jagged language circling around night eyes, that insolent words flow, oh deeply subtle leaving one's heart in tatters. A fuming blaze mocks the veins of solace that even when light descends on my mind, a need to fire those stings crumbles someone's bile… Yet, while a rising and falling of my pitch hush this shadow after rhymes of breaths, say I must, do not cross the line; respect the turf, because my voice shall take control of the dark. Kelly Deschler’s Tale From The Dark Side 5/19/2015


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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The Time Has Come

The time has come for me to 
show just who I can really be,
no more keeping it all locked up,
let it out for the world to see.

The time has come to face the
fact,I need to take a stand,
become more independent,
without someone to hold my hand.

The time has come to realize,why
I need to stay,I have to keep my
faith and take things day by day.

The time has come to take a stand
and do things on my own,to 
cross the line and not be afraid to
face the great unknown.

The time has come to make the
change and put things in the past,
do all the things I want to do,
and feel free at last.

                     Colleen Marie Bono


Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2009

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unify

unification is the domination of nations
unification is to come together when theirs no were to hide
it is the unification that passes and cross the line that pulls the rip
together to join life on the other side.

unification is something hard to hide it take a bullet 
to tear us a part because we are unified all as 1in from the inside 
so give it up and give into the change.

cause its unification that sends the vibrations to keep us alive 
like the first time u meet you say that guy had a good vib.

vib is what u get when you feel all the time that you are ment
to be around cuase you known to life sprites up.

so unification is one thing that never gives up.

unify,unity,and then become unified.


Copyright © Michael Coleman | Year Posted 2013

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Gone and Forgotten

It's funny how some people say
"you'll miss me when I'm gone."
Your absence may be thought of once,
but the world will still go on.

Confound within my barriers;
I won't dare ever cross the line.
Sadness is but a wall
between two gardens of mine.

All alone in this cell
with no cracks to break free;
the glowing rays were scattered away
and never got to me.

I wrote your name on the bullet so
my sorrow could forever embed.
I wanted you to know that you're the last
thing that went through my head.

I thought that I was better dead,
as my life simply lacked a will.
Echoes of my miserable past
remain in my cage still.


Copyright © Alex Calatayud | Year Posted 2015

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When it cross the line of humanity

When it cross the line of humanity
Life I adore 
Love I place to be my God
As I respect humanity 

When it cross the line of humanity 
 In places I see them 
Them with their own opinion 
As if is all known so they act 
As the originators 

When it cross the line of humanity 
As much as I respect your religion
But 
When it cross the line of humanity 
Sorry I disagree
As much as I respect your profession
But 
When it cross the line of humanity 
Sorry I don't agree
As much as I respect your believe
But 
When is not close to humanity 
Sorry I disbelieve 
As much as I listen to your education 
But 
When it cross the line of humanity 
Sorry Then I go with my mind
For there is No more love 
when you cross the line 

When it cross the Line of humanity
What ever you can create to life
keep the line tight 
What ever you can do to keep
The world once peace full 
Oh please do 
For humanity today is at lack 
Where it empty space is filled up
With ignorance 
So I wonder if not 
I disagree any opinion 
When it cross the line of humanity 



Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

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Armageddon over Gentile U.S.of A

As I was driving to work early morn
The Police and Fire fighters were cleaning their horn
in Preparation of a Certain Alert
Evacuation exercises while the Hunks take off their shirt
DUCK AND COVER:The Best of DVD has hit the store
To take you back to the MISSILE CRISIS before
You and Sally will be laughing on the floor
And then..MR CLEAN will wipe the debris off the door
Crime will heed to the Political greed
Mother Nature won't be bothered indeed
The "after-effects" will fade after a few million decade
Deorderent of choice:a Few billion cannisters of RAID
Momma is upset at the current STAGE 2 alert
She didn't have a chance to get ready for work
papa is filling his gut with morning beer
He knows it is wise to drink up while it's here
Turning to the Sports section just one final time
and then the BIG BANG as the Desperatos cross the Line
The children's corpses are still on their bed
Radioactive creepy crawlers have taken them by the head
Outrage
Chaos
Mayhem ensues
No more Katie Curic and the 6:30 evening news
Before I die,of Certainty this night..
One last Hurrah
to Hear Eric Clapton play the blues!


Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006

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cry of africa

CRY FOR AFRICA
Throw me the dough to survive the jungle
The mastery of persistent i tangle
Call not away from the basin sides
Am a believer that rain of blood is near
Who will carry our lamp
For it is a travel through the forest
Never fly away my faith
For  there is where my hope lives
The wail of my citizen roars
I hear the bleed of their souls
Longing for bread these miscreants promised
Yet another peck we are wooed with
Our flourish is buying offshore to shine
Making our tarry last forever
You make our offspring hustler they call it
Turning this garden to jungle
A mere contest to a competition
Even in this walk of shame ;
Your speech is preach churchy
Only for your decisions to be like taut with a head
I will call not for cry no more
Emancipation is what i await to plough our history
Naming our bastards with the tag nemesis
How long will passing by continue
Filming  the rape of our spoil
They argue only for who to take next round ;
On our laxity the ignorance we embraced
Waiting always on the queue again because of peanuts
No wonder we are treated like peasants
The hate our oloriburuku politicians had showered
Another party plan we are always
Only to see our gains catering for their oyinbo brothers from another mother
I wonder how their bloodline share their identity
Sorry, i forgot we are too stupid to know when to cross the line
Stop the crying Africa ;
And bury the ignorance you bought from them
Never is a denial
Do it now , the revival that will wipe your tears.

poet  : oluremi samuel

 


Copyright © SAMUEL EMMANUEL | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cross The Line Poem | Create an image from this poem.

I Am The Stig

I race around this track
To make the fastest lap
In powered muscle cars
You bet, I’m driving that
Wearing a fibre glassed rig
And a white cat suit
You can call me the stig 
The fastest thing on route




You’ve never seen my face
It’s covered that's a shame
I’m always in disguise
My black tinted visor hides
The thrill upon my face
My big blue sparkling eyes
Full of this excitement
The element of surprize




Its super cars and silly stuff
Fast and furious driving tuff
I’m the stig and I’m in my mig
And I’ll snap your time like a twig




I think you’ve seen my show
The stars that come and go
Competing with each other
Round the track they must flow
To set a perfect time
Beat their rivals cross the line
To test their driving skills and
Do their best behind the wheels




Burning rubber at the start
Oh' my heart pounding fast
This adrenalin rushing through
I’m the stig, I’m super cool
Wheels spinning from the line
Tyres’ smoking, it’s a crime
Drifting around these corners
Sliding like skies on waters




Its super cars and silly stuff
Adventurous fun, sometimes tough
I love a challenge, don’t call my bluff
Cuz’ I’m the stig and I do my stuff



I've made a name for myself
Topgear, Topman
In Warsaw Poland do I stand
And yes I'm very well renown
Thirty foot high from the ground
I'm dressed up all in white
With my crash helmet on
I'm just out of sight


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25th November 2014
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Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014