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On Our Friendship For Jan Allison



You were eyes for the man I was - blind 
And always without strain you were kind 
Love from the heart with no edit of mind 
What a day it was I met you - what a find 
In awe of your aura - to mesh I was inclined
Our souls with ease from day one intertwined 
Faith insisted on our meeting, solid, underlined  
There were no keys on backs one had to wind 
To say that I am thankful would be misdefined 
A new word I would create for us for all mankind  
For our story must be familiar one predefined  
From up above written in stone and preassigned 
I am writing this in monorhyme perfectly designed 
Like our friendship it is one, neat and consigned  
For you now - delivered, dated and proudly signed 



01~11~2015 
With Love Armand 
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest: Write A Poem

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Chapter and Verse a live poetry recital

Good evening Ladies 
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman’s only group
And a fine group of bovine beauties you are

I truly hope you have enjoyed dinner
The poetry portion of your evening is about to begin
First I wish to thank Betsy for inviting me
She mooooed me over from day one
I must also offer my sincere apologies
If I have eaten any of your relatives
A simple but tasty misunderstanding at beast, ops best

This evening’s poetry reading will have background music
Lyrcial Jazz music is like the spice to my gourmet poetry
Richard here is on Sax, and Dave will play the guitar
So feel free to sit or stand, rain or shine
Graze upon this artistic feast of cultural poetry

I shall recite four movements here, thus to allow you
Breaks for your own movements so to speak
I wish you an udderly fantastic evening


This piece is called “Chapter and Verse”

Part 1)

Borrowed words


Overdue loans
On faded words
Tears melting ink
Wisdom's die 
Collection time
Bankrupt soul
With no words to share


Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooo


You gals are sooooo  Mooovarlous

Now for Part 2)


Overdue books

Wine splashes the pages
Of my mind
Melancholy whispers to me
Here, here 
The past sings me a song
Withered books 
Our collective memories
Buried in the pages of history


Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos

Oh My God really stop it
You Gals are udderly amazing
Thank you so much

I really appreciate your Cowcil


On to Part 3 Ladies

Sad Chapters

I danced 
I drank
Love and wine
Penelope Sosa
Stole heart and mind
Debts paid
Her beauty refined
Lonely betrayal
I dine on sad chapters

Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos

You gals really are overdoing it
However I do have a part 4, you are such a great audience
For fans like you, I am willing to milk this poem to the end


The last Verse

Mathematical potions
Equations that dream
A soft kiss lade upon my sleeping heart
Is it you? Is it you that lightens my soul?
Spread your wings for me
I shall smell the sweet scent
Of your poetic juices
As we lay entwined
Inside the last verse

Standing Mooooooooovations
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos


Well I must thank you dearly
I confess I was somewhat Cowardly to perform
However you gals where just great
I will be signing autographs back at the barn!!!!!!


Note: This poem was sponsored by Dr Doo Little

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Who can find a virtuous woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
My wife found out that her brother drowned and that she was pregnant with our first child on the same day.
My wife had a husband lose his mind and her father shoot himself in the same 3 months.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My wife rarely complains, walks clothed in love, and has a sexy smile like Sophia Lauren.
My wife giggles and laughs at stupid jokes out of sheer hilarious kindness.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Women turn to my wife for advice and direction.
Men turn to my wife for encouragement and affirmation.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
With her I will grow old.
With her I will travel back to the innocence of my childhood.
Loving her has not been easy as obstacles have come against us from day one,
But when I think to faint or run I dream of her soul and find strength.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her.
My wife’s love for our children manifests in busy days and restful nights,
And through her love my children never doubt the presence and reality of God’s affection.
My wife sees the best in me when others can only see frivolity and failure.
My wife beats back adversity with a conscientious smile and perspicacious laughter.
My wife knows God but does not flaunt her holiness as if it is on display for the world,
And my wife’s motivations are purer than the running water of mountain tops.
I seek not to exalt her to a place of codependence where all of her humanity is crushed beneath the pain of my subjective worship.
No, my wife is no God and she is constantly forgetting to lock her car,
But when I think of King Lemuel and his question for the ages,
When I think of King Lemuel and his somewhat chauvinist question,
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My response is always the same, I can!

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Who are you

Who are you?

When the lights are off and your heartbeat is dense,
Do you question your time or space or this everlasting sense?
Does your mind run wild with these blues and pinks, or these yellows and greens?
Or are you overcome with black?
Do you see yourself in tomorrow’s shoes or have you fallen into the gap?
We stop and go and stop and go,
But never once do any of us really stop or go.
You fall into your sheets like it’s the last place you’ll ever be,
The only place you never want to leave.
With you it was home, 
But now it’s a sorrow of memory. 
In the time it takes to fall asleep, it feels like eternity.
My dreams run wild with the presence of you and anomaly. 
You have me so far into my head, you make my body weak. 
During the day my eyes fall heavy, but in the night comes the anxiety.
I fight and fluster these feelings against gravity. 
Its solid rock, I sink to the bottom of the sea.
I see the world carrying on without me, drowning in this history.
Moving on never seemed to be an option when our only promise was don’t give up on me.
I gave you every drop of me, from day one to day 1,460.
You held this light to my face, you burnt me.
I fought for your attention and you deserted me.
You gave no other option but to fall numb to this hurting.
I reminisce the nights we got tied in the sheets, 
The sweet love that I thought was holy.
These thoughts have soured and feelings have fell, 
Knowing of you with her, and her and her.
There’s nowhere for me to compare, 
But to be the girl of thin air.

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That Perfect Day

That Perfect Day
Became one of my greatest day
when me a mother today who has ended 
nine months of pregnancy waiting for a
sign sitting on the rocking chair by the 
window caressing my baby that was not 
yet born. 

Suddenly I felt the first Kick added 
was a pain an alert that my time was due
already prepared with my make up on wearing
a beautiful white satin night gown matching 
the slippers in satin with a white fur rose for 
decoration as if i wanted already to impress 
my little baby to be proud of me when his 
head emerges to see a first image white color 
as crystal as the water.

You my beloved son was born October 
18 at 7 30 PM just 2 hours after my 
entering the hospital as if you decided
enough living in hiding for 9 months 
you want to meet the outside world.

You were ready to grow up from day one 
your personality already formed since
you left your mothers womb and that was
minutes ago.

Nothing was going to slow you from growing
fast you wanted to share your future life 
surrounded by a family that would love you
cherish you respect you educate and stand
by you through your road of success in
your good times and hard times teach 
you how to walk how to eat how to drink
how to dress and grow up to remain
faithful to your identify .

You took some time to cry out loud 
but you were strong and persistent in
wanting to start living your cry echoing 
in the delivery room was heard as a sigh 
of relief born today a baby boy at last 
free from darkness and loneliness on
that clear perfect day.

You were ready to celebrate your birth
begging the doctor to place your head 
on your mamas bosom to rest in peace.

A mother and child's first encounter 
love and adoration was in the air.
Your tiny mouth searching for the
source of your feeding sessions 
over the coming month's.

Your eyes staring at that woman 
me your mother and in that look 
was already a thankful note.

Your tiny fingers moved caressing 
my lips with a warm touch
a re assuring smile made me forgot 
my pains as i embraced you
while my eyes were a blur 
from tears of happiness. 

Between us it was love at first sight
i was overwhelmed by your beauty 
in my inside emotions they were 
startled by what i sensed my sixth 
sense created in me an overflowing 
brightness that overcame any dark 
areas that might have existed
before you were born. 

You brought out my outside beauty
and richness in my inner soul my spirits 
were flying everywhere dancing like a 
ballerina which reached her climax of 
success by being applauded
by the audience. Oh! that perfect day
when you were born.

Oh! how much i had hopes to grow up 
together hand in hand and pour all my 
good values by educating you to become
a success and never to stop loving you
as my son. And you did. 
I never ever will stop loving you & that perfect day
is engraved in my heart.


                                           The Mother 
Contest of Dan Kearly             1/3/13
"One Of My Greatest Days       Therese Bacha
That Perfect Day."                   Win. No.1

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Simple Days

Otis Wheat was a simple man. He didn’t have much to say and when he did say something it was worth listening to. He was generally shy to a fault but when the time was right he could let you know how the bread was buttered. I learned a lot about life from him and also to keep my mouth shut unless I had something to say. And now I reckon I got something to say.

I have been waiting fifty-five years to start talking and it feels like I’ve been drowning inside. Now you might think that a man can’t live that long without saying something meaningful but I can tell you straight up that ain’t true. I have been bull****ting folks from the day I came out of the womb and into this world. It started with an ass whooping from the doctor that delivered me, “scream like you got a set son”, to standing in the White House and shaking a Presidents hand, “Yes Mr. President I did have sex with that woman”. You see what comes out of my mouth has never necessarily been the truth. So your probably thinking why should I believe you now? Well I will let you be the judge of that for I have been to the mountain and I have returned with a sense of fear that would put any living being to shame…for I am afraid of heights and I can’t stand looking down on anything or anyone, and because of that fear I shall not tell a lie.

So the story begins one dark cold morning in Bedfordshire, England. My mother was in labor for two days before I peaked my scrawny little head out into the world and uttered my first words. Of course these were coaxed out of me by a swift slap on the ass but it didn’t take but once for me to figure out that I didn’t want another, thank you very much. The nurse swaddled me in a nice warm blanket put a beany on my head and cooed over me. I smiled back and pretended to love her and uttered a couple of monosyllabic words to bring the point home. I was a natural.

Now my older brother was not very fond of me and from day one I had to figure out a way to bamboozle him into a chaotic state that would keep him from injuring my body and soul. This may sound like quite a feat for an infant but I was a precocious child and made due with what was at hand. There are only a couple of things an infant can do and one of them is scream like a spotted-ass ape. The other is poop. Screaming did not always have the desired effect so I learned early on how to throw a turd better than Joe Namath on his best day. I have figuratively been hurling them ever since.

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True Poem Of Abuse

                                ~True Story Of Abuse~

Marrying her at an immature age, older by 30 years, 
arranged marriage by her father.
Abuse started from day one. 

Raped fiercely that night, screamed for hours unable 
to move, she dozed off.
Ordering her to get his tray of breakfast, in bed,
once in with the tray, he glared at her,
with ferocious eyes, snatched it, smashed it on her head,
the boiling coffee burning her face, the glass hit her head 
strongly, a mortal blow, she lost conscious. 

He held her by her hair opened a dark small room
threw her inside, and closed the door. Not knowing
what to do, her face hurting from the burns, 
the head bleeding from the glass, so tortured
she dozed off.

A bang the door opens he snatches her from her hair again
take her to the dirty old bed, and begins raping her like
a wild animal. She lost conscious, and woke up again in
the same dark room, dirty, aching, hungry, helpless,
not knowing when someone anyone would come 
to her rescue.

After a few nights the same procedure, she started 
fainting out of weakness. One dark night he carried 
her far in his car, she felt being thrown out, 
lost conscious.

Awake in the hospital completely blind screamed? 
where am I? mother please dad, her mum held her 
caressed her, told her what is wrong with her,
due to the abuse of days and nights. 

Sorry my child, you will be blind, disfigured, pregnant
but please don't worry, we will take care of you and 
your child.

Apologizing and crying. They took her home that
day, to her room.They left the room, she never saw 
them again, she committed suicide later a knife
right into her heart. Bled to death. 
Her true story as an abused newly wed.
age 16.

8/5/2013
Therese Bacha.

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The Pride of a Black Man

The Pride of a Black Man…
is evident from birth
from day one he’s the strongest on earth
It grows in him like a planted seed
giving him the will and fortitude he’ll need

The Pride of a Black Man…
is what makes him unique
giving him that special quality others seek
It makes him stand tall on the darkest days
his mettle never ceases to amaze

The Pride of a Black Man…
is what makes him whole
embedded in his heart and soul
It’s what drives him to be the best
enabling him to withstand any test

The Pride of a Black Man…
is a wondrous thing
passed down from African Kings
It has survived slavery, apartheid, and segregation
Manifested into id and Kwanzaa celebrations   

The Pride of a Black Man…
is Evers, King, and X
Mandela, Farrakhan, and whoever steps up next
It’s a Panther struggling, fighting for a cause
dying for his people not applause

The Pride of a Black Man…
is all he has at times
but its powers are sublime
It’s what allows him to be
at once imprisoned and free

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Love You More

We started together hand and hand just you and I
Friends at first the two of us eventually found love
From day one there was just something about you
Within my heart at first I denied there was more
Never mixing words I knew what you stood for
With the I do’s I did not hold back, I gave you all
The evidence is a skip in my heart when I look at you
I value our friendship more than anything else we have
Watching you rescue animals I love who you have become

Edward J. Ebbs - August 7, 2015

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Teenage Love 18: Young Love Around The World

Young love has revolutionized the entire centry. It's not justr affecting all teen couples in the 
U.S. of A., it's affecting the lives of all teen lovebirds from around the world, including Canada 
and France. It seems that both teen lovers (a teen boy and a teen girl) are never going to stop 
loving each other, even if they're from different countries. When everyone is looking at both 
underage lovebirds holding hands and whatnot, it's like a virtual U.N. of young couples. And 
even when they're in either middle school or high school, their love for each other is as the 
same as the one in America, which is called "The Land of Opportunity." Sometimes most 
relationships among teenagers don't last long, but at least 24 hours, but some of them do last 
longer than ever. Or so everyone thinks. Both teen lovebirds are lucky to have each other on 
each other's side because without him/her, he/she is nothing. It looks like young love is 
growing nationally and globally, even in Africa. Also, these people can either see other in 
person, talk on the phone on a Saturday night (which is on the other side of Earth), or whater. 
But either way, young love is still young love. And if their parents hadn't met and their children 
hadn't met each other from day one, then they never would've fallen in love with each other. 
Young love will always live.

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JANUARY BLUES

I hate the month of January
Every single day from New Years day
To the 31st day
I hate the month of January
With every fibre of my being
You may say it’s just the January blues
That colours my views	
But it’s much deeper than that.
It’s always such a long depressing month
With dreary weather and miserable people
It’s the inevitable aftermath
That follows a joyful Christmas
Its going back to work to the same depressing job
You so happily left behind you on Christmas Eve
It’s the empty bank account 
And the look ahead at the five long weeks till payday
Its New Years resolutions and not keeping them
I hate the month of January
From day one, new years day
With it’s reminder of things to come
Another bloody awful year ahead
January fills me with dread

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School Torture-- Adult Image

Bookworm, loser, geek and nerd
Words that I have always heard
Young years turning into old
Hurtfulness that leaves me cold
Getting picked on-- always beaten
My happiness was lost and fleeting
Kicked and laughed at
Pushed and shoved
No one cared or showed me love
Never being picked on teams
Crushing all my precious dreams
I heard daily teachers pet
Never letting me forget
I was an outcast from day one
Since my school days have begun
Harassed in every single way
Tears of pain fell every day
Nobody would let me be
They thought this kind of cruelty
Wasn't rude or ignorant
But it was significant
Making me believe this image
Was something that I had to live with
Years have gone and now I'm grown
And I see adults have shown
Traits I thought I would not see
By people who should never be
Just as cruel and mean to me
All because I do not think
Doing drugs and having drinks
Is a way of having fun
So again I'm being shunned
Hoping I could look and find
Someone with morals like me
Who knows what I'm going through
Cause they were living that life too

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A Royal Engineer

A mere lad of fifteen years
Amid a life of bullying and tears,
I set out one day to end my fears,
I went to join the Engineers.

The recruitment centre I soon found,
The place that made me Army bound,
My medical check soon came around,
Of mind and body I was sound.

To Chepstow I went off one fine day,
My mind and thoughts in disarray,
No going back, I had seized the day,
In the Army I had chose to stay.

A camp in Wales was where I was sent,
I'd never heard of a place called Gwent,
I entered there full of wonderment,
I hoped that now I would be content.

Boys from all places, far and wide,
I was now part of that human tide,
I was not tough, at night I cried,
Somehow I knew here I would abide.

The life was hard, make no mistake,
But I knew the road that I did take,
My spirit, I knew, just wouldn't break
From a boy, they said a man they'd make.

The life I left was a bitter pill,
The life I chose was all uphill,
We spent our days just doing drill,
Each day to me was such a thrill.

Days filled with learning at my  trade.
Electrician RE was to be my grade,
Educations foundation was also laid,
Into a Soldier Tradesman I was made.

They worked us hard so until when,
The boys we were, soon became men,
We were trained with rifle and with bren,
Fit to fight wherever and when.

From day one through trials and fears,
Our training was to last three years,
Then came the day of jubilant cheers,
Our badges said we were Engineers.

It was worth all the effort to me you see,
I knew that a Soldier I wanted to be,
The training had made me proud to be,
A Royal Engineer, A brother RE.

© Dave Timperley.  R.E.

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Patiently Waiting For The Right Answer

A friend to her, for decades
from the innocence of children
to the adventures of teenagers
and even the stupidity of best friends
all well shared and enjoyed
to a point the gods ask why the wait
and beg  for the next level.
He sees all the possibilities
to make her the care-taker of his heart.
Thinking he's the only one with eyes open
he made his confession
attached with an honest recommendation
to his amazement
she looked at him and said
"you are so nice, but like a brother to me'.

Switching to the next damsel
who's no where near cold
but soft, tender, meek and charming.
He allows her control the pace
and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo.
Feeds her with poems
and makes her drunk with happiness
with hopes going higher, reaching the moon
she looked at him and said
"sorry! I am not yet ready".

He jumped into the next wagon
having an available space for a beauty
and meets a potential 'second half'
pretty, quiet and an introvert.
Worships her right from day one
letting lose the net of affection,
half in magnitude of his efforts
will strike the tenderness of a millepede
but it got her scared as she looked at him and said
"I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry"

Watering a fresh new flower
growing in a familiar garden just close by,
makes him grow in creativity
as he engage in constant words exchange
and creating wonderful serenity around her.
Huge investments and time well spent
coupled with passionate research
in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter
sums up his passion and carefulness
in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal.
Constant updates on his outlook
and becoming the number one specimen for fashion
were not enough as she looked at him and said
"You still have no swag"

So many disappointments
made him stronger, wiser and smarter
not even a forest of wild beast
will make him turn his back
to the beauty and escapades of life.
The moment he tried to pause,
the period he wanted to take a nap;
the Queen bee passed by.

A simple hi and a conversation
led to series of memorable meetings,
having in mind, the worst is a "no"
and her welcoming countenance,
a proof to nothing yet,
he asked with no expectation in mind
then she looked at him and said
"Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"

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His Special Ability

Experiencing many different emotions, it is shocking to my soul.  Such an intense attraction drawing me in, surprising I am complete as a whole.

Finally full and complete within, a satisfation I've never experienced before. Finally someone able to find the hidden key, the only key that can unlock my safty door.

Gratified in every way possible, he has broken through the barrier I've been hiding behind for years.  Complete in life and in love, finally able to let go of all my fears.

With a smile on my face and happiness in my heart, my dream has come true.  He is my definition of perfect, from day one, my heart and head just knew.

He leads me through many exciting adventures, packed full of pleasant surprises.  Everyday he gives me something new, the intensity level constantly rises.

As the relationship continues, the emotions get more intense.  Surprising me every chance he gets, my suspense level balances on the fence.

It hit me like a tons of bricks, how fast I needed what he had to offer.  His eyes, his touch, his love and charm, made me a little softer.

Everyday I look forward to where this will lead, but I am excited as a couple what we have become.  Enjoying every moment as it's our very first, my heart constantly beats like a drum.

We have been through many trials and tribulations, with every memory I keep on replay.  DeShane, you are the one meant for me, in my mind, in my heart and in my soul, is where I want you to stay!

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Who Really Am I

               "Who Really Am I"


When a new day dawns and I arise,
having been given another chance
to open these eyes,
I know not what the day has for me in store,
I'm so thankful for being given one day more!

Quiet contemplation does start me thinking.
Slowly in deeper thought I find myself sinking.
I do not resist, nor would I ever try,
LORD, here is my question,
"Who really am I!"

When looking in the mirror, again I see this face!
The image stares back with a strong gaze embrace!
Every single thought that crosses my mind
is attached to a memory of some kind!

Sometimes the eyebrows furrow,
sometimes they rise up,
depending upon which cup in this life did I sup!
The face in the mirror looks me straight in the eye!
I see quite clearly what he's thinking,
"Who really am I?"

Venturing into the world and in conversational chat,
we share with others where we're going 
and also where we're at!
The talk and reverie expands our point of view.
We sometimes hear what'll make us ask,
tell me, "Who really are you?"

Mankind has been asking this question from day one,
and forever will do so until it's oblivion!
Seeking an answer to fully explain and clarify,
and just wanting to know and understand,
"Who really am I?"



        WTA-IV 5/11/2016

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Seduction

On Our Friendship For Jan Allison

Chapter and Verse a live poetry recital

Treasure of My Soul

Cheers and Whistles

A Dark Man

If Forced To Play I Win

My Child My Only Child

Cosmic Radio

Easiest Hi Hardest Goodbye

These Feelings I Have

Who Can Find A Virtuous Woman

Who are you

That Perfect Day

Simple Days

True Poem Of Abuse

The Pride of a Black Man

Love You More

Teenage Love 18: Young Love Around The World

JANUARY BLUES

School Torture-- Adult Image

A Royal Engineer

Patiently Waiting For The Right Answer

His Special Ability

Who Really Am I