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Duke - A Soldier's Tale

Danny pleaded with his daddy for a German shepherd puppy,
But papa instead, suggested a cuddly kitten or a harmless guppy.
Danny won the battle and they visited the local city pound,
And the lad selected a pup named Duke to be his faithful hound!

Duke was just a little feller when they rescued him from the shelter,
But as time moved on he grew, creating all kinds of helter-skelter!
They became the greatest of pals as they roamed about the town,
And if anyone messed with Danny, Duke was quick to take 'em down!

Duke was a rowdy creature and liked to chase the neighbor's cats,
And dig in the neighbor's flower gardens, driving people bats!
He made 'deposits' that were not appreciated on many a pristine lawn,
And disturbed neighbors by barking all night long until the early dawn!

Duke fought all other dogs and was renowned as the city's canine bully.
A judge gave Danny an option, before the town, Duke could further sully.
Duke could serve time in the slammer or join the army canine corps.
He chose to enlist in the canine corps and was disciplined in the art of war!

He served with honor and distinction but alas was killed in action,
And was later honored as a hero in his hometown with this transaction:
Though once considered a downright nuisance and the village kook,
A monument was erected in Memorial Park to honor dear old Duke!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2015


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My childhood dreams

Jigzaw pieces of puzzles confusions

I feel like OJ without the murders of humans

Once a great athlete for those to look up to

Now sitting low waiting for death to approach you

The guns of the young strapped like security blankets

Mistermeanor crimes combat those without turrets

Who cares how I spell as long as the messages true

You college bound guppy get your degree in the area of fool

As you waist time deciding in life "what am I to do"

I wouldve got a head start in life shining shoes

Living up to the reputation that comes with skin color

I thought based on society life would come easier

Only to find the true meaning of hard work is killing me

I gave up on what used to be my childhood dream

To rule the world with my energy and natural plea

Now I am drawing the lines on my wrist to cut it free

As life chuckled and took care of my false pride

Lovely errands of work got lost like my tribe

The dreams of many go wasted when you grow up

Find out life is tougher than Dr.Zuess promised us

For Green Eggs and Ham must be a fairytale

I found out when they served the same siht for food in jail

As I scribbled the days left to serve on the wall

I read that Superman in 1993 finally did fall

Even the one who could stop a speeding bullet died

Whats that to say about me and my constant crys

I guess I better give up on my childish dreams

To free the world of racism and polluted screams

I better get back to work somebody just threw up

Hopefully they leave a tip so I can save it up

And pay for my child to go college like you

Maybe his dreams wont crash hard as mine did so true


Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006


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I Am Also Yours--He Said of Her

I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her
(Apropos A Beloved Child)

Not until you have been 
‘Bused and scorned like me,
Can you ever know how it is to be?
Treated like a child conceived in mortal sin;
Locked in the closet—denied to live like the free.

Oh what great lies were created and told;
What blatant fallacies were allowed to persevere?
All because the meek were afraid to break the mold;
Preferring rather, to serve the vanity of society’s fierce fear—

Yes I too, am a blessed child of your God;
Identified in nature as a creature of His will;
A fish is a fish, be it a trout, guppy or cod;
If the Maker was a She, wouldn’t you love Him still?
Or would you succumb to the bigotry of man’s begotten will?


Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016


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Poetry Saved My Life

Almost became a victim 
of the streets of NYC
    Then. I bought a guppy 
In a pet store that I passed by 
      Regaining my sense 
I made it back home
     Reading poetry can be the 
most wonderful drug 
   Safer than music 
or prose 
So you people out there in the dark 
    Pick up you pens once more 
You may save someone's life


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011


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AS OPIUM OPINED

                       AS OPIUM OPINED

On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as the flaming fireplace splashed dancing and ever changing shapes and shadows upon the wall of imported Spanish clay
Images you imagined and described in such a childlike and universally unique way
It was a moon’s minute after the joy of a snowball throwing and love growing day
“Oh honey, that shadow looks like a cameo of a lady from the eighteen hundreds who once knitted two pairs of mittens for her twins
And that one looks like a guppy with his flighty colored fins”
I was left breathless at your beauty and the fantasy you wove with wonder bewitched by your giggle witnessed to by your winsome and wide eyes
As you allowed a fairy tale combined with youthfulness to become our guide
We were already middle aged but the middle of that night created the height of heat
And your attempts to decadently decorate the dull spaces in the living room of my life were deemed complete
The shadows still danced upon the wall but our eyes were shut tightly and forthrightly while wrapped in a mystically magical embrace
You wanted those shadows to remain alive so I stoked the logs just in case
As the fire fueled passion while I gazed at your silhouette so silken and sleek
Then we closed our eyes once again and let our lips, although silent, begin to speak
They swore allegiance and reliance for the two of us to share
While the fire flickered on with finesse and fiery flair
My head would have been in the clouds but the nighttime sky projected only stars
and swear I your countenance of comeliness could heal even the scars on Mars
while you formed words akin to the purest Oriental opiate that sent me two galaxies high
But those words, as did the shadows cast, faded at your final and forever “goodbye”
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2013


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the used

the user brings with them a smile that 
you’ve seen before
(that is, if you yourself have been 
used) &
the initial interaction between the user & the 
prospective guppy is one wherein the
user strikes with the most savage venom
whose face is a lethal combination of 
sweet sensual seriousness, 
bearing fruits of humor, sympathy &
all possibilities of relation that one can
muster
(if their intent is to dig the talons in so
that you act accordingly).

the user makes promises that no rational human being
could ever keep &
because it has latched itself on something inside the
prospective “to-be-used,”
the other party follows in sync because they feel the need or
possible insufficiency that exists inside them
can be filled or healed by the 
user in question.

the user soars over the weakened much like a
vulture watching a dying animal
biding its time before that final swoop down
to claim its dinner.

engaging in friendships that will fade away quick
mentioning all those “untapped sources of potential” 
(a topic which the now used is sold so well)
teaching new ways of shining bright in the spotlight 
while referencing the importance of “staying real”
(killing two birds with one proverbial stone),
the user makes sure all the bases are covered.

and as the frequency of the user’s visits pile up
the blood is drained from the body of the used like a 
gang of vampires on holiday who have just found a pool of 
naiveté deep in the regions of nowhere &
here is where they can do the most damage---
for when the desperate show their true colors, 
the users come out of the woodwork to claim their
prize.

there is no happy ending here
no moral of the story, 
for the only way to recognize a user,
unfortunately, 
is to have already been used, drained of everything,
and after having built oneself back up
piece by piece,
to be able to see the corruption a mile away &
to be prepared for it 
when it presents itself again---
because it will.


Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2011


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free cee OPIUM OPINES

OPIUM OPINES

On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as the flaming fireplace placed dancing and ever changing shapes and shadows upon the wall of imported Spanish clay
Images you imagined and described in such a childlike and universally unique way
It was a moon’s minute after the joy of a snowball throwing and love growing day
“Oh honey, that shadow looks like a cameo of a lady from the eighteen hundreds who once knitted two pairs of mittens for her twins
And that one looks like a guppy with his flighty colored fins”
I was left breathless at your beauty and the fantasy you wove with wonder bewitched by your eyes witnessed so winsome and wide
As you allowed a fairy tale combined with youthfulness to become our guide
We were already middle aged but the middle of that night created the height of heat
And your attempts to decadently decorate the dull spaces in the living room of my life were deemed complete
The shadows still danced upon the wall but our eyes were shut tightly and forthrightly while wrapped in a mystically magical embrace
You wanted those shadows to remain alive so I stoked the logs just in case
As the fire fueled passion while I gazed at your silhouette so silken and sleek
Then we closed our eyes once again and let our lips, although silent, begin to speak
They swore allegiance and reliance for the two of us to share
While the fire flickered on with finesse and fiery flair
My head would have been in the clouds but the nighttime sky projected only stars
and swear I your countenance of comeliness could heal even the scars on Mars
while you formed words akin to the purest Oriental opiate that sent me two galaxies high
But those words, as did the shadows cast, faded at your final and forever “goodbye”
© 2010…..free cee!


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012


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CapN CRUNCH

Horatio Magellan Crunch,  sails the seas
Captains a ship called the Guppy
Was born "on Crunch Island in the Sea of of Milk
He's also know as...
Cap'N Crunch


3/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©


Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018


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Trolling



Here is a public service warning:
Don’t go cyber strolling after dark!
Reliable sources say
there’s a lot of trolls lurking in the digital park
Anti-social beasts
who don’t have a real life
So they go virtual to release their latent anger,
often late at night
They mass communicate
with the purpose to intimidate or obfuscate
Their favorite activity is trolling,
hateful cat fishing gets their juices flowing
Personal data streams
is where they like to dip their malware toes in
Trolling with every unsavory unfriend
Ain’t nothing ever sociable about their calls,
they only got weird, irksome point of views
Cyber dating a troll is always bad news
When the only life you’re living 
is inside a virtual world
And the base obsession you’re giving
is to an avatar girl
Then you’re a lonely troll
lurking underneath the terabyte bridge
Hiding in the deep end of the cyber watering hole,
hoping to catch a chatty guppy unaware
Trolls dwell in the dark net ... user beware!






Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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Guppy

Guppy

lots of unwrapping
captin seeks a way out 
head trauma 

CT


Copyright © C T | Year Posted 2016


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Trickbaby



On the corner of Short con and Long play
sits the neighborhood ponies man
in his pickup van,
waiting to take parlay list deliveries
Feeling leisurely ... not wanting to bounce
on a Cadillac roll,
Trickbaby is out on a stroll
He's looking for a grifter tip
on a hot streak filly,
who runs fast spurred by a mean buggy whip
He takes his numbered ticket buy,
puts it in his lucky left side pocket,
as he holds a rolled, sacred racing form scroll
in his superstitious, money-itching right hand
Trickbaby continues on his daily walk 
heading to the hoop chain ballers park
Once there, he takes a spectator bench asphalt view,
and watch some opening moves 
of the ghetto grandmaster’s playing
on their custom made chessboards
Long retired from the rat-race corporate game,
Trickbaby got laid back, lounging angles
and always charismatic, well-rehearsed dangles
He observes the walking nylon nets
concrete flash bait some guppy fishes,
and he rises to go where he knows
some quick currency streams are gon flow
Trickbaby captain finger signs the seedy hotel scout door man,
who in turn gives him the proper respect nod of his soldier head
Trickbaby is dressed in his natty, blue-grey pork pie hat,
neon black, sharkskin zoot suit
And patent leather penguin spats —  
proper old-school playa shoes
He greets the tall, exotic Illustrated woman at the door,
who extends her psychotropic inked hand
and pierced diamond-studded tongue
Receiving the news of the working crews,
Trickbaby goes up to his penthouse room to rest 
for another night rendezvous, 
at the corner of Long con and Short play
King Gotham bat gon meet some joker night crawlers;
crack open some new grifter plans,
and watch those wannabe trickbabies get the dreamy eyes ...
Seeing visions of tropical beach sands
Trickbaby true knows that a fake trickbaby
only gon start to ghetto grow up one day,
when you take their milk bottle money away 



Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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The jollification


I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present  of gaiety.
I woke up in  a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.


Copyright © Abdul Basit Ismail | Year Posted 2017


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I Am Also Yours

I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her
(Apropos A Beloved Child)


Not until you have been 
‘bused and scorned like me,
can you ever know how it is to be
treated like a child conceived in mortal sin
locked in the closet; denied to live like the free.

Oh, what great lies were created and told;
what blatant fallacies were allowed to persevere?
All because the meek were afraid to break the mold;
preferring rather, to serve the vanity of society’s fierce fear—

Yes I too, am a blessed child of your God;
identified in nature as a creature of His will.
A fish is a fish, be it a trout, guppy or cod;
if the Maker was a She, wouldn’t you love Him still?
Or would you succumb to the bigotry of man’s begotten will?


Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2018