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Premium Member The Cider Gum

The Cider Gum (Eucalyptus Gunnii)

By 

Kevin L Fairbrother

The full Moon ablaze in the night sky

Beams down on the dead and dying Cider Gums

Their ghostly silhouettes, so white and stark

Now just a reminder of the past

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The Central Plateau, the High Country of Tasmania

Is or was home to these magnificent trees

Now there bleached skeletons tell the story

That the environment in which they flourished has changed

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Grazed extensively by native and domestic animals

Used by the aboriginals, settlers and trappers

The Cider Gum leaf, was used to make cider

And the sweet scent used to freshen homes

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Eucalypts Gunnii (Cider Gum) unique to Tasmania

Once so prevalent and used in a variety of ways

Now standing forlorn, dead and slowly dying

Their limbs and branches bleached white by the sun

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Many attempts have been made to re-introduce the gums

But the changing environment and pressure from the wildlife

Has meant that the Cider Gum is facing a loosing battle

For the seasons have changed, not enough rainfall and hot summers

And the  snow no longer on the ground for weeks on end

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Such a unique and magnificent shade tree, stepped in history

Will soon be a distant memory and extinct

Will be left to the old timers to tell about the Cider Gums

For I have doubts that mother nature can revitalize Eucalyptus Gunnii

Tangled Wings

Our love entwines as your arms open wide, open for your love to come enter into me. Sweeping me oh so gently off of my feet, clearing all of the imperfections that live in me.  Overwhelming me ever so swiftly, capable to move me without any delay. Just when I began to lose my faith you came and brought it back to me. Teaching me only fidelity, showing me nothing but true loyalty. Extensively felicity no more no less, your fictitiously tangled wings lifted me liberation gifted me freely. My soul delicately sings as your tangled wings leads me unconditionally. Love exceeds no boundaries, no restrictions or conditions simply guided benediction. Your love shall never let me fall your spirit mysteriously carries me off. You were my eyes when I could not see, spiritually you taught me to be strong keeping faith I shall never go wrong. Holding on tightly I became motionless in spite of the increasing flight. You saw something in me that I have yet could not see, you saw the sorrow and all my source of grief. Your love gave me strength as a chain reaction leadership. Tangled wings of attachment clinging and to inclined to your dependence, as my heart clinches an embraces our tangled wings intentions. I relinquish all of my love for you; I am your personal pendant. Intimate intentional love that soar so high I have yet to begin to touch the sky. We became immortality and everlasting, forever loving impossible to be neither unattainable nor unbelievable. Imaginary forever everlasting…Tangled wings.

The Blues Man

Born on September 16, 1925 in Itta Ben, Mississippi
His ambitions grew as fast as he could stand on his tippys  

Given the name Reily B. King better known as B.B. King
Strumming his zealous hands and acing the blues on strings


He made his first break performing “Sonny Boy” in 1948
 To steady engagements and his quest for perfection was his fate


Throughout his life B.B. received numerous awards of distinction 
B.B. Is acknowledged as an American icon and will be for generations 

B.B. continues to tour extensively each year
"The Thrill Is Gone” rings notorious on the air 



Written about B.B. King for Raul’s B.B. King contest


The Big Bang

Aaron Harang
has extensively researched the Big Bang
and feels it occurs
when the batter loses patience and no longer demurs.

A Poem of Diversity

A Poem Of Diversity

My love has been diversified
to enter in another world
of beauty alien to me
and filters change forever more

I left my bubble to explore
A  culture of diversity
and gleaned the lore expansively
to find a rhythm to engage

romantic straits began my scheme
then overflowed to find my dream
and nowhere else could I conjoin
my talisman and love for her

I gazed back and recalled the time
her olive skin and ebon hair
 a beacon that has beckoned me
to light up to a newer path

My latin lover tends to me
and I to her for decades past
we share our love extensively
and pray mañana never comes

 Sponsored  by
Team Poetry Contest 
July 3, 2019

Hypnotized

Is slavery dead? Honestly it isn’t
Those of us who conform are stuck within a prison
We follow celebrities and we wear their clothes
As if they are Gods and we are mere mortals

As if they are shepherds and we are merely sheep
As if they are they are the strong and we are the weak
We quote their words and become their clones
And if we break their trend, we are left alone

And as they pass, we shower them with gifts
Money, so they can go and get their face lifts
Fame, so they can go out and conquer more slaves
Power, so they can destroy those who call them fake

They’ve brainwashed us so much we’ve gone completely numb
We openly cheer when the hero pulls out his gun
We don’t understand that we’re all completely mindless
We’re overjoyed only if the screen shows senseless violence

Nearby a police officer fights for his life
As a drug dealer tries to stab him with a butterfly knife
We’d call for help, but we’re busy with our own stuff
Discussing how the movie was good, but the killing wasn’t realistic enough

Our emotions are gone, we are all just droids
We don’t cry when we hear about a little boy
Who was killed in a shooting by a merciless gang
Because his father was part of the Ku Klux Klan

Instead we just shrug and respond “That’s the world today.”
“His father was an idiot,” is all that most people can say
“Things happen for a reason. That’s the Lord’s way.”
But that night, for that boy, everyone forgets to pray

We watch a few minutes of the news, not because we want to know
Coming up next is the new hit reality show
We’d rather watch girls dancing and grinding on each other
Instead of observing a woman work two jobs and be a good mother

And if disaster strikes, we observe the destruction and pain
The details of the damaged are extensively explained
But money only comes to charities with writing on the bag
The money must be packaged with a rich man’s name tag

So when the people see, they will remember what his mask looks like
He only cares if he’s quoted saying, “They will be all right.”
And with that, his money, fame, and power grows
And in the next election, it could even win him more votes

Learn to break the chains, learn to set yourself free
Your eyes are open, but you must learn to see
Don’t drink their potion. Don’t let them inside
Don’t stare at the pendulum too long or you’ll be hypnotized


Predilections of the Phallic Beast

Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal 
officiating penile quests
rapaciously, sadistically 
tenaciously, unstoppably 
vasocongested wickedness 
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of  man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged, 
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages 
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles 
maximized looting, pillaging, raping 
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead 
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins, 
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century *****Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, molest outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the sexual thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ********, indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth x-rated animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male sex mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid tawdry unwanted villainous withering zeal!

Premium Member My Great Grandparents Legacy

I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.
They had eighteen children, sometimes in two’s, and most of their children had ten.
Eight was considered a failure to the family, it truly had to be at least ten, back then.
Their tiny Iowa farmhouse was so ridiculously small, it was crazy.
But they raised nine fine sons, and nine ambitious daughters, and none of them was lazy.
We had our family reunions on an extensively long flatbed truck.
We went on hayrides, and we played with twenty-something cousins in the muck.
I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.

Premium Member Delicious

You've heard the word “delicious” before
But until I met you, my love
It didn't exist till I shouted it out loud
When you gave my heart a big shove

There are other new words that I've created
Like “yummy” or even “sweetie”
All these words are now used extensively
By lovers scrawling graffiti

There's some though I can't mention here
They're monitoring what we write
No naughtiness, my wrists'll surely get slapped
But I sometimes slip 'em in, in spite

A word that's on the borderline is “bum'
It's sometimes acceptable how it's used
Like using it to describe a “bum” on the street
Not your ass, don't get confused

Oops! I believe I might've messed up
Maybe they weren't paying attention
They were too busy checking everybody else
And I won't receive a detention

You've heard the word “delicious” before

© Jack Ellison 2013

Passion Lives Here Day 3 Enter At Your Own Risk

Sweetheart you dont want to tangle with me sexually
Cause I study bodily positions extensively
And I've been known to passionately,
explore womanly creations so aggressively,
I leave them breathing heavily
I especially love when they teasingly touch me enticingly
That turns my nature beastly
And I never enter their privacy wrecklessly
Just ravage it nightly relentlessly
I make it increasingly hot in that special spot 
When I adamantly give it all I got
I mean picture me intruding consensually on the restricted potions of your anatomy freely
The end result closely resembling someting nearly heavenly

Setting Yourself Free

Setting Yourself Free

Searching exhaustively for the truth in everything one is taught by others.
Extensively evaluating all things in order to find which path to take.
Thoroughly questioning anything that one is informed by anyone, instead of being
      part of the host.
Trusting that everyone has their own path of truth that they follow, however these
      paths might not be the right one for the individualist.
Identifying the truths of life by thoroughly researching both sides of every fortune
      told by the raja whom is advised by his rani.
Neither believing nor disbelieving one’s knowledge that he has acquired through
      attending the institution.
Gathering data from fervently researching both pros and cons, while using the
      scientific method for truth finding.
Yearning to analyze several paths of truth in order to find the best-fitting for one’s
      way.
Overwhelming being inquisitive towards everything that is advised from a wino.
Understanding the content of all things that one reads from a book, and learns for
      one’s milieu.
Radically experimenting through all of life’s endeavors with hopes of finding at least
      one that will catch one’s eyes with grandeur. 
Syllogistically gathering information through questioning everyone that one meets.
Enticing oneself while studying every ideology of the world with the passion of a
       zealot in order to obtain one’s own way of life.
Laboriously diving into a diverse array of the fountains of knowledge and sifting
        through them until he finds the one that will help him prevail.
Fanatically familiarizing oneself with the multitude of ideas that the world has to
        offer including science, philosophy, and religious belief.
Frantically fusing one’s learned knowledge with his experiences of experimentation
        in life, to help him find proof.
Ravaging through the pillars of light and truth while thoroughly investigating the
        words of every prophet, scientist, and philosopher.
Expecting to either find a way of life that is sufficient enough to quench one’s thirst
        for knowledge or to simply live life through experience.
Exploring the falsification of any truths that are mere opinions without any
        substantial evidence.

Gift of Love

I was told that life means to love extensively.
wondering what it's like to love something so much?
 feeling  the  power love holds deep. 
Seeing the beautiful things love perceives.
Love can break a heart.
Love can mend a heart in an instant.
Love can make you cry for different reasons, 
Some cry because they are happy.
Others cry when there world has falling apart.
The feelings that come with love,
can be a scary thing to accept.
The intensity of emotions your body feels,
can be overwhelming. 
If your not use to the beauty love presents,
Don't run from your feelings embrace them instead.
Accept the gift of love that is being giving to you.
Some say you need love to live!
Others say no you don't!
If you open your heart  enough
You will feel the gift of love as well.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member World Cruise - Revised From This Afternoon

Who wouldn’t want to take a lovely cruise
Over blue waters with all your cares to lose,
Relaxing on the upper deck and dancing every day?
Land ahoy! You get to leave the ship and see great views
During stops of interest along the cruise ship’s way!

Caribbean or European. Any of them can be such fun.
Royally you are treated! You really ought to take one!
Unless you are allergic to the sunshine and the sea,
It’s simply a no-brainer. Travel lounging in the sun!
Start on any coastline ; tour the world extensively.
End up tan and happy with a lasting memory!

Oct. 9, 2017 For Kevin Shaw's World Cruise Acrostic Poetry Contest

Premium Member Fighting the Darkness

The glitter surrounding our world
Has thinned out extensively 
To such an extent
That darkness has not only infiltrated
Through our borders, but,
Has completely invaded our essence!

The rampage upon our confused hearts
Has already started
And the darkness has made it such that
Evil no longer cares to wear its mask
While facing us
Letting its shrewdness, rather,
Traumatize us to have doing
Nothing else other than staring at the void
That sprawls itself in front of our gazes,
Lost, in a catatonic state, drowning
In the shock which we keep trying to absorb!

Amidst this dark night,
I hold my light as I would an umbrella,
Shielding those who need its warmth
From the cold wintery winds that chill
Our souls to blind our connection from 
That from which we have spawned
Ready to have us believe that
We are like the darkness itself!

Faith is all we need to fight evil;
Strong, stoic, unflinching and blind,
Both in ourselves and in our higher purpose!

But along with it,
We also need trust in the good that
Inhabits us,
As if we all switch on our lights
And face the evil as a calm and warm ocean,
The darkness would have no choice
Other than flee to the murkiest corners
Of non-existence, never to be seen again!

As Mute and Deaf Speak

I watched in sheer amazement
At their lively repartee
Of such silent engagement
Discussed extensively.

Expressed in small hand gestures
And eloquent vivid signs,
Messages sent were sure
Relayed as they designed.

As mute and deaf speak
Broken are the barriers
We cannot call them weak
In life, they can hear better.

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