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One Silent Word

He speaks with measured dignity,
one silent word at a time
His palmetto pen tells us: 
Tune out the cosmic background noise,
and focus your mind
on the sound of the silent voice
You most certainly will hear this ...
... did you hear it?
Oh, perhaps you got distracted by the sounds of emptiness
His message in a void
comes with clear poetic instructions: 
Avoid all unnecessary malaise ... cap the chaotic noise
Have a willingness to learn 
one silent word at a time
This will teach us how to unclutter our mind 
Using poetic telepathy,
his priceless pen brings that silent word
to the surface of our consciousness 
Not every sound we hear in this world do we need
The Silent One says: 
take it one silent word at a time
True understanding comes
when we allow expansion of the heart
Enlarging our capacity to transmit love,
allows us to hear 
the best unspoken words we never heard of
One silent word ...
when spoken at the right moment of time
can be so life-changing sublime
Poetic telepathy ... gives us the ability 
	to understand every unspoken word 
written between the lines
One silent word 
connecting 
to another unspoken word ... 
Pure poetic telepathy in our mind 
Enlarging our capacity to receive love,
allows us to speak 
the best unspoken words we never spoke of
Where his silent pen stroke stops — 
at the sacred melding of two minds ...
let these silent words
be spoken in unison, always at the same time


This is a tribute to my talented poet friend, Silent One
Categories: enlarging, how i feel, poets,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Titanic- Fare Thee Well

On a fine April day, set out in the great cruise ship, Titanic,
Into the pelagic waters of Atlantic, with the weather alluringly sweet.
Plush it was with beaming fellow travelers and amenities astounding.
A journey of great excitement under a star-studded sky at night.

With the crew so hospitable, there was overwhelming warmth and conviviality.
Wine and liquor flowed down through gullets; tasty cuisines were served.
On the deck couples and lovers waltzed, a sweet breeze kissing their cheeks.
But tragedy loomed large in the form of an iceberg, unobserved.

I sat away from the crowd enjoying the rising gaiety.
What was the deafening sound I heard from near?
With a violent shake, the huge leviathan turned to one side.
Hardly knew what was happening, but sensed death was not far.

Hit hard n' ripped into two pieces, the vessel began sinking into the waters.
Amid euphonic melody and revelry, some didn’t know what was happening.
Some in panic ran helter skelter with growls and groans renting the air.
A man gave away his lifeboat to a mother and child, his own life abandoning.

It was a moment I witnessed the beauty of selfless love.
I was inspired to give away my lifeboat that I secured by chance.
A divine spark hit me, and all anxieties vanished instantly.
Sudden was the transmutation, I saw the whole scene in a new stance.

Heaven’s fire was lit in my breast and in love, my spirit began to glow,
How great it is to give life to someone who needed it more.
I heard the angel’s voices flit, saw a new door opening wide.
Had a fleeting vision of the heavenly hall with aureate roof and glazed floor.

I knew all my agony depart and hope instantly sparking.
With God on my side, I felt sinking into the icy depth,
My mind was calm with an unusual courage filling my every nerve,
And my horizon growing bigger and enlarging into uncommon width. 

My inaudible parting words were “Goodbye Titanic, fare thee well,
In the oceanic depths, you stay as a symbol of world’s fleeting glory, 
Making men think that fate can shatter and pulverize human hubris.
In the sunless Atlantic lair, lie down ageless to tell your allegorical story"!
Categories: enlarging, angst, death, ocean, scary,
Form: Rhyme

The Ann Summers Alphabet

A is for a**l
B is for balls
Share them or wear them
Tucked up in your smalls
C is for condoms 
Of all shapes and sizes
D is for dicks
Made of chocolate for prizes
E is for enlarging erections
Oh wow!
F is for fig leaves
Worn you know how
G is for G string
Oooh very nice
H is for handcuffs
Double locked twice
I is for indecent
That sums it up
J is for juices
And not in a cup
K is for kinky
Whatever the weather
L is for lust, libido and leather
M is for mask, massage and minge
N is for naughty
Making me cringe
O is for oral
Taken at leisure
P is for pervert, ****, pimp and pleasure
Q is for quickie
If that is your need
R is for rampant rabbit
One you won't have to feed
S is for S and M
With shackles thrown in
T is for torture
Oh such a sin
U is for urinate
Some folk just love it
V is for vibrator
You know where to shove it
W is for whores, whips, willies and wellies
X is for x rated **** on your tellies
Y is for yeast
Well it does make bread rise!
And Z, well I'm f****d
So I'll say my goodbyes!
Categories: enlarging, funny,
Form: ABC

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The Vicious Cycle of Rudeness

Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity

Resembles a godsend in her way of thinking
Equating its futility to putting in a full day’s shift without any proof
That rudeness despite its inkling and tinkering
Adds to long faces among colleagues whose home roof

Undergoes strain victims of rudeness export home where their rudeness
Hurts family members who in turn unleash
Their reverse rudeness to kill at home happiness
Inspiring butts of rudeness to dish

Out the taste of the rude message
To new victims enlarging the cycle by tit for tat
Until time passage
Widens the rudeness culture making it so fat

It recruits new rude members
Consolidating and spreading the rudeness epidemic
Insulating no one, hurting everyone to fan embers
That burn, burn, burn and burn so that rudeness no comic

Spares. Then, people wonder why so much rudeness flies about
Crashing good manners, killing decorum
Until a wisecracker reminds the person who in the first instance thought her rudeness clout
Despite a dose of rum

Contaminates and hurts more and more
Unless everybody makes it their business
To observe good manners and tenets of politeness in folklore
Then and only then can a rude-free society exist, pouring boundless happiness bereft of rudeness.
Categories: enlarging, poems,
Form: Free verse

Like a Galilee Once Quieted

Like a tempest churning upward
on seething pinnacles of wind,
like a twisting, whirling violence
that is too cruel to comprehend;
thus the conflict of our nature
intensifies within the breast,
agitating all distortion
as it obliterates all rest.

Like waves, loud and wildly clashing,
tormenting both the sea and shore,
like the mouth of hell enlarging
forever craving more and more
is the plight of human spirits,
hungering always for release,
never finding it till yielded
completely to the Perfect Peace.

Like a Galilee once quieted
where Jesus spoke His "Peace, be still,"
thus the conflict we must forfeit,
the raging war of human will.
Lost in Him our plans, ambitions,
resigned to death the carnal strife,
impotent the vicious madness
in joyous, resurrected life.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
Categories: enlarging, conflict, jesus, storm,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Verse Freed To Flower

LOVE FLOWERS
Love relates and liberates
Mutual trust procreates,
Enlarging all as it grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

Love's rapport binds and bonds
Affirmed in whispers fond,
And prospers like blossom grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

A pleasured prized and treasured,
Unselfishin  it's measure
Requited quid pro quo;
Love flowers as it flows.

We release our hidden grace
As barriers unlace
When each the other knows;
Love flowers as it flows.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Categories: enlarging, love, word play,
Form: Kyrielle


Premium Member Family Legacy

I met Uncle August on my honeymoon.
I was prepared.
“He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me. 
"He’s a cantankerous old man,
so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.”

He was in his 70's.
I was 20.
He was ill.

He was right where I was told he would be,
sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen.
One that had fed large families
and farm workers
for decades.

His arms were spread out to his sides
enlarging his lung cavity
so he could breathe easier.

His head was hung between his shoulders;
a long crooked ash hung
at the end of his lit cigarette
between gnarled and stained fingers.

He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked.
We talked and laughed,
nonstop,
for two hours.

Thirty-seven years later his nephew,
at his long wooden kitchen table,
elbows extended so he could breathe,
Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs,
head hung low,
trying to nap.

Was he remembering Uncle August?

Unable to breathe
paramedics took him away.
He never came home.

His children said their tearful goodbyes — 
and now they wait 
to take their place 
at the long wooden kitchen table.
Categories: enlarging, death, family, father, husband,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Indian Summer, Part Iii

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?
Categories: enlarging, death, growing up, introspection,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Imperial Corporate Jurisprudence, the Lurid Leviethan Part Two -

Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate, 
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,

it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade 
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war &  dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,

an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce, 
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -

J.A.B. Copyright 2012

This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
Categories: enlarging, history, world, self, self,
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Forgiveness

Forgiveness


Reopen channels to His harmony,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
Reclaim the pathway to eternity.

Though hurt at times and bleeding thoughtlessness,
the steps to understand may ease the pain,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…

To pacify the soul emotions gain
acceptance, whispering to judge no more
in steps to understand and ease the pain.

Forgiveness paves the way, unlocks the door
with prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord,
acceptance whispering to judge no more.

An inner peace and calm brings its reward
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Give prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord.

Let angels guide in roads that intersect.
Reopen channels to His harmony
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Reclaim the pathways to eternity.	


Janet L Vick
Terzanelle form
© Janet Vick  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: enlarging, inspirational, prayer, faith, prayer,
Form: Terzanelle

Burnt Toast

At some point you are going to need to impress more than a few friends with some burnt toast. I used to have an old, heavy-gauge chrome-plated toaster with a dial to adjust doneness from 1-5. I took a Sharpie and scribed a 6 at the extreme. The pointer doesn’t actually go there, but it is useful for indicating my intent. It works better than the 5 setting which merely chars the surface. But 6 chars it darn near all the way through, enlarging the pore structure to retain even more melted butter. You gotta be cautious not to overuse that feature because it’ll burn the toaster, as in overheating the thermostat and melting the whispy wires. No more toast for you. Back at the store they were quick to figure out your attempt to exceed the capacity and the clearly worded statement in the ownership contract will be pointed out to you, that glamorous document with the curly-Q decorations making it supremely authentic like a stock certificate from the 1960’s. They replaced my toaster once, but the second and third times I only got a stern look of reproach. The manufacturer has black listed me through my credit card so now all my toaster purchases are cash only.
Categories: enlarging, food,
Form: Prose Poetry

Premium Member Strange Definitions

MONUMENTAL – Man, you is mental

DENTURES – A ding on your car

CATALOG – One cat per log

BALANCE – Throwing a ball

IMAGINATION – My image of a country

NOSTALGIA – Disease of the nose

ACCEPTANCE – Include your aunts

APPREHENSION – After Jim Henson

GROCETERIA – An ugly eating place

CONFIDENCE – Opposite of deep trust

BRAINSTORM – Very violent thoughts

RECOMMENDATION – Comment again

DOWNTOWN – Under the city

GIVEAWAY – Offer a solution

ENCOURAGE – To race to old age

ANNOUNCEMENT – A proper name for cement

BEWILDERED – Go wild wearing red

RESOURCEFUL – Filled with sour stuff

ENTERING – Stepping into the ring

HOLIDAY – A day for mistletoe

MAGNIFICENT – Enlarging a penny

REMINDING – Recalling a bell

THINKING – Skinny ruler of a land

APPETITE – Tiny apple

SUBMITTED – Ted eating a sub wearing mitts




Some are a bit of a stretch... think weird! LOL


© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories: enlarging, humor,
Form:

Premium Member Mosquitos

Those dirty little mosquitoes cause many a virus
Malaria, west nile, yellow fever and elephantiasis
Don't mean to make light
At the last one, I looked twice
Parts of my body could benefit from enlarging twice
Categories: enlarging, health,
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Universe Design

conch shell empty
bleached nearly white
universe design

center dot
evenly spaced planets
clockwise enlarging

spiraling universe
sun center dot
gray, tan swirling

colors of Conch Shell
soft delicate
neutral

For: Charles Henderson's
       String Haiku
Categories: enlarging, inspirational, nature, universe,
Form: Haiku

A Mother's Love

This poem is dedicated to my mom.




A mama robin was granted a divine gift
And she began to form her new precious jewels,
Within herself.
The pain she was in while carrying these marbles,
Oh how burdensome they must have been.
But no.
She did not complain,
But instead rejoiced over her incubated prizes

Soon after conception she laid her bright blue eggs,
Fawning over the glorious miracle she birthed
She prepared for when they would wake
A busy fourteen days of enlarging her home and scouting for food.
She would spend most of those days plump on her prized possessions 
Providing warmth.
Her children awoke from their slumber.
Tears filled her eyes as she saw their precious faces.

As the years went on her baby birds began to grow.
She knew they would all leave the nest someday,
But she never expected it to come so fast.

“Mama. Why do you love me?”
asked one of her little sons.
“Why? Well that’s a silly question.”
“Why mama?”
“Because hun, you give me a new reason every day.”
“I love you too, mama”

That feeling she got every time she looked at her kids
Was something so supernatural,
So gentle.
Her love for them was never ending 

Never once did she complain.
Never once did she have regrets.
Yet she sacrificed so much.

That mama robin grew old,
And after bearing ten beautiful birds,
She never once left their side.
She sacrificed her dreams for her children,
And realized her true dream
Was becoming a mama,
A mama bird.
Categories: enlarging, cheer up, home, hope,
Form: Narrative
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