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Premium Member Another Summit In Paris

Another day
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu

An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired three piece suits

They lectured the poor
They sold platitudes like souvenirs
They had Trudeau promise all and yet nothing at all
They had the press, polluting just as the rest

Paris 2015
The grandest of caviar conferences
Performing Eco terrorism in front of your very eyes
You all applaud when in fact you should all cry

They will tax you until you die
As you breathe the fumes of their failures
They are the magicians of false hope
Singing to the masses of global complacency

I will not dance or sing
This clown as left the ring
The carbon you all hate keeps seeping in
The cows and goats feel is no sin !

Mum's Advice Ignored - "don'T Talk To Strangers!"

When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.

I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast, and hope quite desperately
That none of those weird passengers would try accosting me.

But, now I’m “fair and forty” (ish!) I’m bolder, and what’s more,
I’ve lived so long in Somerset I’d clean forgot mum’s law …

Until I went to London town to see my student daughter;
She lectured me for doing what I really didn’t oughta!

“You shouldn’t, mum! It isn’t safe!” she cried, in some alarm.
“Some folk round here are really strange. you might have come to harm!”

I’m sorry I upset her, but  I carried on regardless.
I found most folks in London are quite friendly … even harmless.

Oh! I do love London Transport, and its camaraderie!
I had such fun, and lots of laughs and all completely free (!)

But now I’m home, I realise …
That weirdo, then,
Was me!!
Form: Verse

Riding My Whims

I no longer love country music
Or Afton, Wyoming just to be the girl
In someone's non-existent dreams
Indulging in a glass of wine
Isn't a thinking session of
Second guesses to philoso-fry myself
 
Conflicted as a child, repressed from lies 
Found under stacks of girly magazines and
Booze, hidden in the basement by
Role models as they lectured
About the importance of virtue and Scriptures
 
In control, on a journey of my own
Where I'll end up, no idea, but it must be
Better than being strung along to
To the wrong song, sung off key
 
I built a bonfire and burned the inclinations of
Fitting into skinny jeans, quitting bad habits
Well most of them, I've re-invented myself
Through the unkindness of cold winters that
No longer plague in phantomed shadows
 
I gave myself permission to wreak havoc, when necessary
And sneak outside to play in my best Sunday shoes
Not playin' by their rules
 
It's 'Wild About Pink' lipstick, clad in shiny kick a** boots
Attending a Mad Hatter's tea party, yes
Riding my whims as they change, just like the seasons


Time To Move On -

if she permitted
i would have curled in a ball
in a dark closet somewhere
and wept my whole life
“too many tears are too much“
“grief is a bottomless pit”....

i read a MAAD book
that lectured me on coping
with a loved one lost
of an only son
‘lean into it’ they advised
i learned not to lean

i learned my lesson
the lesson was not to lean
on anyone but myself
and my late lost wife
i knelt face down on his rug
she came and knelt over me
when we heard the news
the news of our worst nightmare
our nightmare come true
six months of eternity
so it seemed----she knelt once more:
“it’s time to move on”...

(to this day i’ve not heeded
her advice twelve years after)


Submitted for: Anthony Slausen’s 'Moving On’ contest
Form: Choka

The Chip On My Shoulder

The chip on my shoulder, was the missing piece of the cross ---
Jesus took it off on that day, I accepted Him as my Holy Boss ---
People often told me that someday someone would knock it off ---
All I would do is smile, when they lectured me with their scoff ---
The Lord was waiting for that joyous and special day ---
When I accepted for my salvation the life, the truth and the way ---
I felt a heavy burden of sin being lifted from my troubled soul ---
On that day, when that chip of wood made the cross complete and whole.

Pdlindamarieandreaannalisecarolgail

In the middle of the woods lived nine women, 
each woman was unique in their own special way. 
Pd walked around wearing one sock everywhere she went.
Andrea lectured all the women on the English language.
Everywhere Tracie and Gail went they made funny faces.
Linda Marie could be found swinging from a tree.
Anna Lise likes mustard and cheese on crackers please
Carol, Abby and Melissa played jokes when they could.
this was a three ring circus in the woods.

Tracie's 9 contest
Cory
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.


Shattered Girl

You shattered my world
I was a sweet innocent girl
Thought my future was solid gold
Then you flushed my heart bitter cold
Went from a flow chart to a volcanic eruption
Minutes, days, weeks, it'll eventually even out. 
One mans laziness caused another mans corruption

When foundation crumbles
You constantly stumble
Balancing on floating ice
Pray for a solid double on those dice
Teased a lot by a half roll, 
There's just so much I can't control

There's nothing more powerful than not being scared
Skepticism I've grown close to, a friendship hard to bear
Think of a million possibilities with each choice
There's always going to be that internal voice
Why make it so hard?
One mans laziness is another mans corruption
That someone else will take care of me,
I'll never jump to that assumption

Gets harder and harder, 
Then easier and easier 
Harder and harder
Then easier and easier

All that matters is how I spend my time now
What I do now will help my future somehow
Where will I be in five years?
Have no idea
Asked me that a lot when I was younger, 
Always had an answer
But back then
I was just a kid

Love, what's love your asked?
You lectured so many times
I'll put it on repeat along side a laugh track
Love is opposite you
It's opposite everything you do
Trying to deal with real love
That's truly far and above
Anything you can comprehend.

You taught me the greatest in life
Concentrate on the good, 
Keep your head up with pride
Conquer the madness by ignoring it
Do positive things to destroy it
© Lynn Dolly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ask Twice For Ice

At lunch, I wanted a simple iced tea
But a tea with ice was not meant to be
The glass, smoothly tall
Held no cubes at all
Where all my ice went, was a mystery!

The waitress (who was not very nice)
Lectured, my request was imprecise
You must specify
For ice to supply
Next time, order your iced tea with ice!

8/3/19
Form: Limerick

Breath Testing

Well it’s not a laughing matter but I’m grinning once again,
‘cause out of nine of us at work, five have felt the pain,
of suffering as a ‘bloody idiot,’ after having a few beers,
and trying to do the wrong thing, which ended up in tears.

Before I tell you what one done; although I think you know,
If you want to drink and drive then there’s a chance you’ll blow
into a tube of crystals, that changes colour if your breath
contains a hint of alcohol; and that is certain ‘driving death.’

Now young Winston from the office is looking very glum,
for he tried to shun a breath test that as a rule of thumb,
is the silliest of options, so when he turned into a side street,
two coppers waited patiently and who Winston got to meet.

I lectured Winston on his silliness but young blokes never learn,
‘cause four blokes here before him have already had their turn,
at using ‘shanks’ pony’ transport to convey themselves to work,
and now they watch from footpaths where coppers tend to lurk.

But not me, I’m too smart for that; I told these bloody fools,
I would never drink and drive my car, or try and break the rules
by dodging breath test stations; and Winston dropped his head,
‘cause he didn’t heed my message but defied what I had said.

And I proved this at a Christmas party that we held last year,
when whisky started flowing and chased with full strength beer.
I was way above the limit but my car stayed off the road;
instead I took a bus home and I was still in drinking mode. 

And sure as heck at Christmas time, a breath test station’s up ahead,
but coppers waved the bus through, what car drivers surely dread, 
and I arrived home safely which surprised me quite a bit, 
for I’d not drove a bus before and don’t know where I got it!
Form: Rhyme

Bent Finger Curse

The bent finger curse…

So I used to visit this hot little chick,
With a momma nasty just a bit,
She shook her crooked finger bent,
Says “I’m the one who pays the rent,”
And banned I was indeed,

But passions flowed, and love the more,
A sneaking through her frontish door,
Just a man in need,
Like all the other weeds,
For sure,

This day the old girl coffee made,
she lectured me, and venom  sprayed,
“You are never to darken my door,
You’ll see Trish, no never more,
Begone with  utmost speed,”
Indeed!

So I said I’ll take your Trish away,
To live with me, perhaps she’ll stay,
The splash of coffee in me face,
It needed sugar, just a trace,
So I said “thank you darling” too,  
Departing weed…

Don Johnson

true story
Form: Verse

Indian Elephant

Indian Elephant 

I know of an Indian elephant that is small for it type, but very sharp.
 It worked in a circus one day it sat down and lectured the public
those who came here to laugh at animals and sad clowns. 
It spoke of the injustice, why the rich pay no tax to help the poor.
The authorities didn't like this, and it was asked if it had a working permit, 
the circus owner not wanting problems fired the little elephant that was 
chased out of town by an angry mob that had read bad things about him in
the gutter press that in the name of democracy were allowed to print lies. 
It took up living between two carob trees, 
and since no one expects to see an elephant here, they didn`t see it.
I`m an exile cannot go home to my country up North because  there 
I would live in penury. 
My best friend was a communist leader has a small pension like mine,
we often sit on top of the elephant play cards and he always wins. 
This I think it is because I`m a drawing room socialist and can easily be 
swayed to lean right if they give me a bigger pension.

Premium Member Under the Christmas Tree

The Grinch lies exhausted at the North Pole;
tired of chasing drunk reindeer from his still.
And he's sure to be lectured by Santa;
as if it's his fault, they lick up the spill.

He thinks Santa should ride a pickup truck;
who uses reindeer and a sleigh these days?
And his cookbook, titled "How To Serve Deer,"
well, that could be taken in many ways.

It's boring acting traditionally;
a little mischief adds spice to his pluck.
But elves don't appreciate his genius,
like greasing Santa, so he won't get stuck.

Today, youngsters are much more food-conscious;
spinach and beef jerky are nutritious.
And therefore, why all the hullabaloo;
so what if candy is more delicious?

Santa, you see how it's not all his fault;
for he's being the best Grinch he can be.
And he wonders if, maybe this year, you'd
leave him a gift under the Christmas tree.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Mother Teresa

Swarms of flies infest teary eyes,
the untouchables have no worth.
And live and die in the gutters,
shunned by society since birth.

The sick occupy the shadows,
where death entombs these castaways.
For faceless crowds take no notice,
how the lowest-caste end their days.
 
A woman with a giant heart
felt India's poor were in pain.
And brought them medicine and hope
to shelter them from heat and rain.

She found joy in loving the poor
and shared that joy with all she met.
And lectured that these souls of God,
more than prayers, need our time and sweat.

Mother Teresa begged the rich,
let God touch others through you.
And this angel became a Saint,
to those whose dreams she helped come true.


(Quatrain)


2/18/2017
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Shame On Social Mores

Successive letters of the alphabet per line using A through S



Ann was born at a time when females lacked rights.
Both parents warned, her purity must be unphased. 
Chastity, shame and sin were lectured day and night,
dictating a future marriage in accord with social mores.
Each day, since a teen, she prayed love to be as hoped.
Fraught, these feelings dimmed in society’s grim scope.

Girly and gangly at sixteen, her parents did chance
Hank, a farmer, as Ann’s best offered circumstance.
Ignorant all, there was not one thought of romance,
just opportunity to make Ann a legal, proper wife.
Knots grew in Ann’s heart and her fears were rife,
life's labels demanded she be Hank’s property for life.

Married life forced Ann to labor on Hank’s farm -
nasty blistered hands to atone for his lazy harm.
Oblivion was often sought by Hank through drinking,
pushing Ann to slave or see her survival sinking.
Quietly, she daily tended all crops and chores.
Unfit drunk, she often tripped him for floor decor.
Repulsed by his stank fueled breath and awful snorts,
She viewed murderous plots in her brain for sport.
Form: Rhyme

Unwarranted Uninvited Party Pooper Dinner Guest

And here tonight I assumed

This would be just another one
of those average dinner parties

With a stream of boring associates and
their plus 1 partner or other

But wow
Hey you
Are so different from all the other's

Why I am so glad I bumped into you
and for you taking your time to introduce
yourself and engage with me in
conversation

Bacause you are so
Insightful
Engaging
Witty
Knowledgeable
&
Informative

I am so glad you came
Where have you been my entire life
I'll have to take your number down

So you can tell me so much more
about how I can be a better person and
how I could live a more fulfilled existence

And also again please as I am sure
you will begin by reminding me about
all of the charitable works you do and
endless causes you deficate your
spare time to

Because I especially loved and was
interested in your story about how
you have come up with a plan to
tackle climate change 

Because I myself unlike you who is an
actual firm true believer in God and do 
believe

I so to do also believe nature is beyond the
realms and out of humanities control
and remit

So once again may I say thank you for 
coming and the pleasure of your company
and forthright opinion

As who on earth wouldn't thoroughly
love having welcoming you a guest
into our home 

Having to spend a night for fear being
thought of as inhospitable lacking
manners and appearing rude

Wouldn't then enjoy appreciate and want
to to be lectured to about and have
pointed out all the countless thing's
they are going and doing wrong

By all accounts no 1 else but 
 themselves has anything good
 to say about

And never actually got or anyone
invited in the 1st place and the only 
reason they are here is because

They have no qualms Inviting themselves 
as do they have expressing and imposing
their own personal uninvited opinion on
other's

And did they also forget to mention they
are also vegan meat is murder rude
to serve and eat in the presence of them

Smoke kill's and and if you want to do
it kindly go outside

And do you know just how much damage
Alcohol causes then peel off random
statistics

So many fun facts

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