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Premium Member Flappable, Gruntled, and Plussed

I'm new to this language; it baffles me so!
   With so many mysteries I wish to know:
Why doesn't 'resolve' mean 'to solve it again'?
   And why are 'wise guys' not the same as 'wise men'?
Why doesn't 'extraneous' mean 'once was traneous'?
   Why's 'miscellaneous' not NOT cellaneous?
Enigmas that seem to me very unmappable,
   Unflappable me has become simply flappable.

"You're incorrigible", my friend Mike said to me,
   I said, "Corrigible I'll endeavor to be."
One museum we saw had a fossil exhibit
   I asked, "Every bone was at one time a hibit?"
"I don't care for inquisitive people", said Mike.
   So I asked, "What's a quisitive person look like?"
He looked at me plussed with a look of disgust,
   now I hope I can change it to gust and nonplussed.

"Disgruntled employees", my boss said, distressed,
   "are a pain in the neck!" I thought, "gruntled is best!"
He scolds my appearance: "Your hair is unkempt",
   so I'm bringing a comb to make sure it stays kempt.
"Avoid work mishaps, and do not act unruly".
   "Yes sir, boss. I'll only make ruly haps, truly"
He tells me, "Just try not to look so disheveled."
   My note to self: make it my goal to look sheveled.

"Intrepid Improvements" the work poster says
   "Avoid trepid provements" is my New Year's res.
"Such reckless abandon" someone said to me
   so from now on, more reckful I'm hoping to be.
I've tried to appear nonchalant and undaunted,
   I'm daunted that I'm more chalant than I wanted.
This poem I'll write in indelible ink -
   …much better than delible ink, don't you think?
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tip: don’t get sand in your lip gloss

Talking about relationships

I find it irritating when, after three hours of 
sweaty club-dancing I ask my boyfriend, 
“Want to get a sweet treat?” and he says “no.” 

“Come on,” I whined.
I slumped, snorted and stamped my foot like a horse.
but he sat, cow-like, unmooved.

“I’m 22” I declared, lifting my chin in challenge,
“You can’t tell me ‘no.’ NO ONE can tell me no -
sweets are street-legal.”

While I was getting whipped up,
he’d started looking at his phone.

So I ordered ice cream, two scoops,
- one banana pie, and one mango-nut.
with whipped cream, nuts, strawberry bits
chocolate-sprinkles and three cherries.

He practically ate it all.

Let me say it poetically.. 

I was vexed near complaint
his filching was open
but with his sugared kiss, my wrath did melt,
cured, as was, by that warm piece of service
proving, all haps, love is still the sweetest thing.
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In These Shoes? by Kirsty MacColl
Meet You At the Moon by Imelda May

Existential State of Being

Universe so great and wide
Can barely feel myself inside
Existence insignificant
In this great scheme am I an ant?
What is the purpose, rhyme or reason
For the changing of the seasons?
And can you tell me why it rains
For days on end
Is it a trend?
Will I find out around the bend?
Or will my search be never-ending
The walks of life be aimless wandering
Never knowing up from down
A happy smile or sullen frown?
And will it even really matter
If I never know the answer
No use to wonder
Or moment to ponder
Should haves would haves
May haps could haves
What´s done is done
No turning back
The hands of time
I can´t rewind
So even if I am unsure
The point to keep in mind is this
Right here and now, this very hour
Is all I have and all there is.


Premium Member Time To Book a Holiday

It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet

Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore

Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps

But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care

Saint Anthony

They say you are the patron saint 
Of all things that are lost
Please help me to recover from
My efforts and my cost

I lost it at the racetrack 
And in a poker game
I lost it in a slot machine
Please help redeem my name

I lost it on my sister’s cat
And when I cleaned it up
I lost it on my sweet DeLilah
Please refill her cup

What’s that, you say?
These things don’t count?
Only real things, in any
Number or amount?

Haps you’ve seen my wallet then
My cell phone and my keys
These things I must recuperate
If you can help me, please 

While you’re out there looking
I’d have you also know
I’d have you keep an eye out for
My marbles and my eo-eo

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Why the Cat Purrs

Why the Cat Purrs

There once was a Persian Pussycat
Who always loved to pounce
He relished skittering, squeaking mice
That he munched on by the ounce

One day a mouse named Mortimer
Cried: “I’m no tasty treat!
You’ll surely hate my bones and fur
Sticking in your teeth!”

“So Percival, please be merciful 
Have a heart - reconsider – do!
Even a fine feline like yourself
Loathes a messy meal – don’t you?”

“Little mousy morsel purr-haps you’re right”
His Royal Percyness said
“In fact, purr-suade me, impurr-tinent pal 
Make me spare your life instead”

As the cat settled down and fluffed his ruff
Morty’s sweat began to run
Mr. P flashed his beautiful azure eyes
You could tell he was having fun

“All cats love chicken and beef” said the mouse
“It’s so easy to open up tins! 
Say – you could lie on a beach all day
Ingesting fish with great big fins!” 

“As if I would deign to get sand in my coat”
Besides, I already eat those”
I’ve had dinner, but guess who'll be dessert?”
Then swallowed Morty from head to toes

Every breed of cat is purr-fectly content
Chasing and playing with its prey
They have their mouse and eat it too
That’s purr-petually their way



Entry for the Cat Tails Contest by Constance La France


Salve Epithet's Clique

Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down, 
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...

Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...

Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound... 
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
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Love's Journey

As lilac lace conjures softness
as forest's green sparks with life
walk in splendor with one heart
be humble in your fondness - for
sluggishness arises - when love for granted haps
when lilac lace is fading - and the tree spark's dim
life's serenade will whisper - tis not a time to linger
Allow your hearts refreshment - lock your eyes again
seek the continuity - of devotion's tenderness
strike the match demurely - slow burning - more endures
trusting not to numbness - forgiveness enters in
the heavens count for all concerned - it's showers bringing forth
stability - the leveling - of love's maturity
life's passions shared - like petals picked
God's orations loud - kindness - sets the bouquet
His essence wafting in
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Vision's Quest

All the people - walking - talking
                 nowhere is my sibling seen
                 cannot waken - senses knowing
                 startling evidence - not lean
                 earth is lesser - skies are pale
                 gone his essence - once no lack
                 clouds of information - telling
                 of his never coming back
                 how to filter - happen-stance
                 mirrored eyes of him I see
                 as I pass a window's glance
                 they're the eyes of him and me
                 beings moving - here and there
                 seeing not - my pain
                 me - supposing smiles are real
                 knowing not - their own refrain
                 consume my sorrow - in clock's turning
                 haps to lend me sweet relief
                 in attendance  - heaven's yearning
                 waits for me - is mine belief
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She

/tang led /co coon /hea vy /with in /this shell
/I can /feel the /fall ing /whisp ers /out side
/it calls /and i /list en, /per haps /too well
/the door /is op /ened I /can not /hide

/And she /pulls me /out with /Si rens /song
/the air /hea vy /with her /lur ing /grace
/I know /my qui /et wall /will not /last long
/As she /lays her /lips up /on my /face

/we em /brace, she /soft ly /sur rounds /me
/in her /grasp i /feel more /a live /than ever
/The air /gent ly /sighs /"I'll set /you free"
/I a /gree, though /it wont /last for /ever

/Her touch /be gins to /fade with /the sun
/and my /mo ment /in the /rain is /done


Tangled cocoon heavy within this shell
I can feel the falling whispers outside
it calls and I listen, perhaps too well
the door is opened I can not hide

And she pulls me out with Sirens song
the air heavy with her luring grace
I know my quiet wall will not last long
As she lays her lips up on my face

we embrace, she softly surrounds me
in her grasp I feel more alive than ever
The air gently sighs "I'll set you free"
I agree, though it wont last forever

Her touch begins to fade with the sun
and my moment in the rain is done

Fright of the Living Dead 2k12

O Tony, wherefore dost thou feel out of sorts?
Existing so - tho' not soothly living.
Haps thou art the living dead which resorts
Into its cold chamber ne'er living.

Come Back

Why are you going away?
My turmoils are holding sway!
What shall I do so that you may come.
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

I am not wrong my feelings say,
Miserable are the passing days,
My haps are passing away,
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

Your murmur that I used to quitely hear,
Still it rings in my ears -
Your sorrow that I used to share,
Does occupy my feels major.

Remember dear -it was love alone--
That made king Lear leave the throne.

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III

Never are the odious so aware
Of their shortcomings as when facing Madonna
      	so fine and fair
My Madonna...
I sat reflecting while inspecting my Madonna
As she twirled a lilly in her hair
while playfully directing
a meandering blind holy men
in the avenues of America
seeking, Athens 
as if expecting
	Virility
		Fertility
summer twice a year 
standing with basket
desperate to catch, a muse's tear
insolent, in eclipsed brilliance

In the elongated, exaggerated
shadow of dead poets' illumination
here I stand as a shadow against truth
Subjected to my piety in blinding ruth
Do stars they gazed on still remain 
glistening through the cosmic, extragalactic plains
or does just the light now travel
fleeing some still darker stain
a requiem and universes' past
or 'haps an epithelium... 
as we children are told
"that mystic things in time remain" 
reflecting on waters still lustrous
Reflecting over all the tributaries of the Mississippi

A generation lost
and I -- lost in hindsight
Rage, rage and endless blight
in dreaming escape day n' days of 
a lifetimes endless death, in love 

IV

To their reflected desires
of my own as well
	Obsessed
		Obsessed
to Consume the night
and empty nest

To Madonna's purity and ideological reflection
But how can I convince divinity’s rejection?
Should I wish the atomic explosive asunder –
Universal extraction; Infinite blunder
Once and finally to come across
The cosmic oceanic ebb
Its odious and conduit web
If only to immerse my head 
Beneath the transfigured river bed
Deep in Heavens ethereal spring
Where chained like the sea
I in sleeping shall sing
...or dream of singing sweet, to thee

V

Singing here like the burning Arnaut
And Romanticism last fleeting thought
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Divided Indeed

Divided yes indeed I say
It might take me a minute
To build a rhyme that bares my shade
And for all has something in it

Supply demand well that’s all fine
Barely got past 101
But I fear we might be reeling yet
From good old 911

Bin ladin weren’t no fool you know
A genius some might say
He’ll run our lives from where he’s at
Forever and a day

And what brought on that spiteful morn
What hatred how and why
What prompted such insanity
And fire in the sky

Had folk not ate since yesterday
No food fell from the skies
And when a package finally did
Could not believe our eyes

A crumpled up old magazine
Was placed there in the fold
To shield from any damage to
This precious gift of gold

Upon the pages of that mag
What things did you behold
As you devoured a cake of rice
Life started to unfold

My word  tell me that’s not a house
Is that a meal for one
Oh look the doggie has a house
I sure wish I had one

What child is that with gut so fat
The dog drags his around
They chuck their food out in the trash
For fear it might be old

Less poverty and strife you say
Equality for all
My lifestyle haps could stand a tweak
Not yours no not at all

Do you share your food as you do your flack
Are your children all tucked in
A shame we only think to bash 
What gets under our skin

The answer’s here nor there my friend
Nor blowing in the wind
To know what breeds such fiendish minds
We need only look within

                                   Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

www.adividedworld.com

Curtain Pulled Back

12/26/21


Time I make a splash
Got to fulfill important tasks
Can't rely on hiding behind masks
It won't always be what you asked

Staying intact or full of bug splats
Broken and cracked windshield glass

The wings of bats
Continuing to flap
Before returning to the cave for a nap

Out to get snacks
Packs of rats
Eating trash
Watching their backs
Looking out for cats
And traps

In a flash
Another clash
On train tracks
Or in the grass
Followed by maggots and gnats
It had nothing to do with cash

Just the way of the animal world, real facts
No cap
Comprehend and imagine that

A lot comes with a catch
It goes by fast
The good things in life rarely last
Live a life full of laughs
And have a blast

Close and far from flax
Just about everything getting a tax
Whether or not in burlap sacks

Often outmatched
Souls being snatched
By the batch
Evidence buried underneath a hatch
With a locked latch
Hundreds of feet below a vegetable patch

Never went to mass
Pushed it to the max
Then ran out of gas
So I ate some bass
Then took a dab of wax
Back to work on this obstacle I slash
And smash
I'm causing cracks
From swinging my pickaxe
Originally, I was barely making a scratch

For the last time I'll rehash
It was slapdash
So there was backlash

Wrote about it in my raps
Often I'd relapse
Perhaps
It's time I detach from all this crap

Too many chaps 
Obsessed over apps
And others fighting over scraps

The curtains getting pulled back
Not going to keep it under wraps
Before it all turns to ash
Learn from the past
And other despicable acts
As time continues to pass

What's the haps
Do you truly have a clue?
Do you know the half
Or are you an ignorant ass?
People harass
Cause others to feel like an outcast
No wonder they eventually snap
And are full of wrath
Causing bloodbaths
This is turning into a plague, not a rash
Why are we going down this path
Where most burn and crash

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