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Premium Member Queen of Croissants

Known for miles around
As the Queen of Croissants
She’d perfected her art for years
But at what cost
More physically demanding than you might think
She gave the best years of her youth
Working at a small town bakery
The strain on her hands and body taking their toll
Owners had lucked out and they knew it
She loved her art and would have done it for free
Trying to produce the work of three
Never took a sick day in twenty-five years
Couldn’t have worked harder if the place had been her own
The owners were greedy, looking to save their own hide
Watched her toil while they leisurely went about their day
Went on vacations leaving her the keys 
Knowing all too well the place would run smoothly
Heaven forbid she would get a thank you
Or - bite your lip – a bonus



AP: 2nd place 2020

March 4, 2018 Poem of the Day

Premium Member Sandlot World Series

Some walked, others biked
As we gathered at the park
There was Jimmy, Peewee
Ricky, Billy and Mark
Neighborhood boys
From blocks around, they'd descend
For the Sandlot World Series
It was friend against friend

There were seven to a side
The bat was tossed to Bob
It was fist top of fist
'til a thumb crossed the knob
Back and forth went the score
Our pride made us care
The other team would storm back
And the tempers would flare

I was Mickey Mantle
Stuck out in right field
With a gun for an arm 
Two bare feet for wheels
In inning number seven
And getting quite late
The tying run once again
Strode across the plate

After Tommy struck out
It was our turn to bat
We were cheering and yelling
Shaking our rally hats
Peewee lined a single
He was always big trouble
Then Steve, my brother
Lucked out with a double

It was second and third
With nobody out
When I stepped to the plate
Jimmy's mom gave a shout
Then I heard my dad
Holler,"Time to eat"
The game ended in a tie
As none wanted to get beat.

In nineteen sixty six
On a hot August day
There were fourteen friends
Who gathered to play
Not the first nor the last
That ended a little teary
As supper time brought a tie
To the Sandlot World Series


    Feb 15 2017
  by Daniel Turner

Deadly Feet of Tae Kwon Do

He was in none of my classes
In the 1980's
And I saw him only on test days
Where one had to perform his "kata"
And fight in the ring
For the Sensai to do his thing

At these graduation tests
Where we seeked the next higher belt
Several schools would meet
And it was on one of these occasions,
I met a student with the most deadly feet...

Wasn't that he kicked well,
Or scared us in the ring,
It was the putrid odor,
That made our noses so sting

I doubt he'd washed his feet in decades,
The stench was so very strong,
Sitting there waiting to fight,
I wondered what was going wrong

He wasn't even near me,
But yet I choked and gagged
And when i did get closer,
I knew I had the culprit tagged

I but merely hoped I didn't have to fight him,
Though I knew I could kick his ass,
But the thought of those stinking feet near me
Would be like being exposed to toxic gas

Well, I lucked out
His stench used
In someone else's bout..

But the memory of that smell
Lingers on until this day
I don't know if I can explain it,
I don't know quite what to say...

A power like that,
Stronger than martial arts,
Done merely with lack of soap...
I suppose I could have saved money
And joined him as a dope.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.


You Are Mine

Saints gave you souls of growing 
Humans coined  you a shape of flesh 
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated  you  soft and gentle 

Your movings liked the willow dancing
In the stream and onshore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you are looking 
For the lucked ones seduced to come

We deemed to meet each other  somewhere 
Within the periods of short-living time,
No matter it's  determined or just by chance 
Indeed when you are in front of me 
I saw your eyes shining on my dream.

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost

Welcome to your new home! 
Tucked away in this lovely town of harmony
where tourists visit often
and our bears wander in society!
Please, make yourselves comfortable
feel free to settle in
should you have any questions
my numbers on this napkin.

Charming place
-cheap too!
We certainly lucked out
I knew I could count on you!

We hugged, laughed
unpacked our things
arranged furniture 
and prepared for the evening.

The excitement beginning 
our new life was real
yet a heavy air lurking 
was strong and surreal.
What felt like walking through fog 
congested by malice energy
I chose to ignore 
for the sake of my sanity.

Months had passed 
strength indeed-spirit grew.
Doors constantly slamming shut
items falling over 
a good night sleep-next to none.
Anxious nights I spent awake
until this spirits final outbreak.

Alone at home on a winters night
I sat anxious and afraid.
3AM on the couch
watching the clock 
slowly tick away.
It was then I heard-above my head 
footsteps sluggishly dragging.
Loud and evident 
across our bedroom
toward the hall-coming at me! 
Could this be an intruder-I thought?
Or maybe a ghost?
The sound is too real 
for me to sit and diagnose!

Out the door-in a hurry
I certainly did not stay to see
Off and away in my vehicle
felt safest to me.

Tired and terrified 
I began to ask questions
who is this spirit 
why hasn't it gone to heaven?
My husband gave-way
FINALLY 
putting my "sanity" at bay- knowing all along.

HE- an anger charged blood 
in a flowing stream of liquor
set forth a determined man.
Gripping his gun with tears in hand
to keep his children
in lieu of division.
Rise to fail 
he would not stand
surrounded by sirens 
-Our Home-
belted in confinement 
he would not let them go.
Until his last shot
until his final blow.

Thereafter-we found a new home
no longer did I stay 
in the shadow of- He
who took his own life
who dwells the house of dismay.
The house of sadness
the house- He lays. 




March 20, 2016

Free Cee a Song For C B and Me

THE ACRYLIC BLUES 
Warm winter days……… and sultry summer afternoons 
With rainbows so bright……. they could even shine at midnight
Those were the merry days…… those were the very merry days
When you spun silly little stories under the sun
But I was only twenty and you were only twenty-one
I was only twenty the day our eyes first met
I was in a Toyota, and you in your violet corvette
We raced off the line, and  how your mag-wheels spun
We met when I was twenty, but things changed when you became twenty-one

Sundays spent bowling when the lanes led lovers to lover's lane
Mondays meant wishing for Sunday’s strikes and colorful bowling shoes
When there were no acrylic blues to match the sky that we sat under
Days when our love chased away the thunder….
Evenings woven only for souls like me and you 
But I was still twenty when you turned twenty-two

I was only twenty and came upon a dream
You led me to lakes and strolled me to a stream
I remember your kisses were moist as morning dew
We met when I was twenty but things changed when you turned twenty-two

Boat rides, carousels and clowning ‘round in the snow
A couple happy to have nowhere to go….Candlelit dinners with fine china and wine
Glad only to be each others “mine”
Ohhhhhhhh you caught me and taught me about pleasantries and such
And I turned liquid when you’d touch your fingertips to my heart
I would speak to you with flowery words
Of memories from my childhood
When being good meant an ice cream cone
And never being left alone
Then finally set forever free
And oh the way you made love to me
when you finally turned twenty-three

And then I turned twenty-four
Which opened the door and you were no more
A portal for my ex-lover to portend………. who promised me forever
but then I married a man with his shirt neatly tucked in
And Lord knows that night was when I lucked out
And made him mine as mine can be
So I may one day forget twenty-three
But I will remember forever twenty-four---when Mr. Right walked through my door…….
       © 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE…...~free cee!~


Premium Member Concrete Signs of Affection

a kiss
a touch
an invitation
a warm embrace
a concrete gesture
a kind word
a letter
a gift
a card
a note
a call
you
and
me
  x
   x         
    x      x             x
    x       x              x
      xx     x              x
         xx    x            xx
          xx   x            xx
            xx x           xx
             xx          xx
            xx       xx
    x    xx      xx
  x     xx
 xx    xx
 xx   xx
 xx   xx
  xx xx
   xxxx
I love that you
don’t wait
for a
special
occasion
to show your
tenderness and affection
you are generous with your time 
you give of yourself without restraint
your smile and laughter are contagious
you’re always thoughtful and considerate
you’re truly genuine and kindhearted
Thank you for the lovely bouquet
I lucked out when I married you, my darling, I love you



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

The Scarlet Hussy, Part Iii

...McClors rode up, and smiled quite thin,
He said,”Woman, get away from him!
You come with me now, and it will suffice.
You play more of these games, and you’ll get the knife.”

“See I’m in no mood for dumb girlish stunts—”
A blast roared out, and McClors gave a grunt.
From the back of his horse the villain did flop,
His chest torn apart from a load of buckshot.

Adam he turned while all sat there stunned,
And found the three lackies with his scatter-gun.
The horses they stomped, the lackies they blustered
Stupidly bunched in one great, big cluster.

The other barrel it was already cocked,
And Adams laid waste to the thugs with one shot!
Two died right quick, and the third man moaned,
Trapped underneath his dead mangled roan.

Adams stalked up, stared down at the man,
He said,”Listen up now, or forever be damned.
It seems strange to say it, amdist this strife,
But I’ve decided  to make this woman will my wife.”

“So I’ll let you live, and run back to the town,
And tell all the people the way things are now.
This woman right here none shall disrespect,
And if I see you back here, I’ll stretch your damn neck!”

The lackie he stumbled and faltered away
Miriam had no words, nothing she could say.
Adam nodded.  “I’d accept your offer,
But I think there’s a better one that I can proffer.”

“If you don’t mind a killer for a husband,
Than you and I will go to Reverend Dan,
Cause I still have a few good kith and good kin
Who wouldn’t approve of us living in sin.”

And so they went down, and so they were wed
And raced to his home, barely making it to the bed.
The mayor later stopped by, still half-rattled with fear,
And said “ ’twas all self-defense!  It’s perfectly clear.”

Now Kline he lucked out with his newfound bride,
She gave him seven kids, their joy and their pride.
And as they years went  by, their pasts they did fade,
Both found some peace in the life they had made.

Though still some townsfolk whispered of her,
But said nothing aloud to avoid Adam’s anger.
From that day at the ranch, till death came in time
She was known simply as: Misses Miriam Kline.

Premium Member Popcorn

Priced high in cinemas
Pick from cheese, butter, salt
Plucked from corn bits...then heat
Pair this with soda... zing!
Pop it ,crunch it...mouth sings
Please, bring this great snack on!

First place

Premium Member Tarnished Reflections

We’re rightfully concerned
It seems to be a dark dubious world we’re bringing you into
Threatening and not so promising

How long can we shelter you from it all
You’re tiny not even able to crawl
A babe not yet in school~ fastforwarding ten years

Can’t even imagine the so-called progress
As it is, it’s hard to keep up
Everyone’s on a technology conveyor belt

Though a clever trompe l’oeil
We see veneer attempts to shrink
That gap between the have’s and the have not’s

Thank God we’re only grand-parents
Maybe age, fatigue or nostalgia gets the better of us
We seem to have lucked out growing up in the hippies era

Sure it had its problems but it certainly was amazing
Everywhere mostly peace and love they were the golden years
Thinking back~ seems obvious that the magic element is
Youth, innocence and naiveté


AP: 1st place 2020

Sing Me Your Childhood Dreams

She would undream her burdens, her life's 
Map of drudgery; all those years
She is hardened enough to hold tears;

Her hand never slackened by the
Fusty, hard stone of labour and love-hunger;
From the shelter of her face she unveils her sorrows:

Would you for fairness sake break
The yoke of servitude
That has denied me childhood?

Being orpharned at eight, you could empathize
The girl breaking her back in a sonko's home,
Prematurely taking older people's chores. 
She lucked parental care.

Each day she watches as Fallion's family walk together,
Father and daughter, mother and son, demonstrating
The inherent oedipal love. How she longs for that love!

Jolly little ones under her tender care taking strides
To the nearby uplands school; she escorts them
As they stride along. Work and want respects no age.

Oh root deeply entrenched in the soul of our land!
Sing me once again, my love, your childhood deams;
Come hold my hand; feel where the stream of
My pulse drain your sorrows. 

Come let us wind our woes 
in leaves of light. Sing me, 
Will you?
Your childhood dreams.

If Only You Have Knew

If only you have knew.....

BUT...........
your love was distanced and cold
hands deep inside of your winter coat pockets,
face frozen,
no lights in your brown eyes.
Yes
You have,
treated me like a gold,
lucked in  safe,
to far from day lights,
the thing is, 
gold didn't needed your love,
as I.
To keep me warm when 
night's  get cold,
hold my hands ,
when time get rough,
listen to your voice,
telling me that loving me,
will never be enough.

I wanted you to hold me close,
caress,
and love,
but,
You  have turned my blue skies  to gray,
my days into cold,cloudy nights,
laughter in a sorrow,
nothing else left in me,
all I wanted,
was you,
but you,

You have distanced yourself in cold.

if only,
you have knew,
if only!
© Ivy Vresk  Create an image from this poem.

Life After Loss

Nobody prepares you
For life after a loss.
All the words are the same
But they don't tell you it's hard.
They expect you to know
That waking up is weighed with guilt.

They don't warn you 
About the fear of forgetting.
They don't know what it's like
Moving on with nothing left
To remember the lost by.

Everyone grieves with us
But it may be easier for them.
At least they have 
More to hold onto
Other than a memory.
And while memories are special;
While we lucked out with pictures...

I won't ever get to say:
"It was my sisters" again. 
I can't say, "My mom gave it to me."
Everything that belonged
And all that she gave
Has been lost to the flames.

All I have now
Is a resemblance
That will change 
As I grow older
While they stay 
17 and 43
Forever.

Adieu My Dear Muchacha Shana Punim

A heavy heart this papa doth air
signals necessary pang...
this father must bear
though...with muted pomp
and circumstances I cheer

stunning transformation unbelievable,
sans thee as youngest daughter
doth commensurately commandeer
her life by the figurative horns buck haws
self reliance mandatory to attain

indomitable survival deer
to push comfort zones she
lucked out with genetics
that didst electioneer
despite inherent trepidation and fear,

she (beloved, emboldened,
invincible, et cetera) progeny
acquiring, developing, and
possessing radiant flair,
whose sunny countenance

brilliant blinding glare
akin to an angelic spirit hooh did hare
kin profuse joie de vivre inhere
within hermetically sealed armor,
asper this "FAKE" junketeer,

where parting with bittersweet
sorrow tugs this longhair
dada, smote by whirlwind visit,
and now oppressive pronounced absence
more painful greater than hiatus near

four years ago, when venturing ala pioneer
(with just sixteen orbits
under your Kuiper Belt), ye yearned to rear
up despite congenital
(high functioning autism) diagnosis

you launched unlimited sky rocketeer
initially requiring parental consent
as dreams tease your fancy
over the rainbow somewhere
reverentially obliged, essentially,

dauntlessly and courageously climbing stair
weigh to heaven as thee define
ultimate goal, bon voyage unavoidably tear
ring at this being, unbear
rubble, who helped beget thee, yet...
cannot do otherwise but

abide by law of nature...unfair
for birth parents to experience unbear
hubble sadness, though starkly oh ware
precious offspring must take flight...
argh grievous heartache until...
sands of time mark many a year!

Girl Sold Her Soul

It seemed as though she'd made a deal;
With Satan in the flesh. 
Put her name on a twenty five year note. 

She didn't know she'd sold her soul;
By signing on that line. 
Fate wasn't hers, that's how the deal was wrote. 

It didn't matter when she did;
A little bit, too late. 
It was written in her cards to be that way. 

And, peace she wouldn't find this time;
As she had lucked before. 
No peace for her, at least 9000 days. 

This girl, she traveled through this life;
A demon by each side.
Just like the deal she signed was sure to say. 

And, life chose not to be so kind;
So tender, and so meek.
In madness, was her fate, this girl would stay. 

The last day of the contract with;
The Devil that she made.
Day eight nine and ninety ninth it was. 

She said bye to a life of Hell;
And turned to walk away.
Then fell victim to the Devil like all does. 

So, make a note and make it well;
And, tuck that note away. 
There's a lesson to be learned from her today. 

Don't sign a note and make a deal;
With Satan in the flesh. 
Fate won't be yours, and Hell you'll have to pay.
© Bm Bm  Create an image from this poem.

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