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War Torn Blues by D., Nathan
WHATS GOING ON by Talbot, Mick
FAILINGS OF LEADERS by Talbot, Mick
Name Dropper by May, Joseph
What i Suppose to be by O'Neill, Hayden
From Cane to Carriage by Poteet, Reason A.
Sights and sounds of Reseda, California before dawn on a crisp autumn morning by Lehman, Christine
ORGANDY DANCER by Cassano, Anthony
Poor Noodles by Foster, Adell
Dick by Curtis, Jerry T

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ANOTHER BOOK OF GENESIS

Sighed Adam to Eve:
“Because you were deceived,
Like a fool, I believed.
Sadly, all our conceived
Will be sorely bereaved.”

Well, that should be it, right?
No, boys and girls, not quite!

So you can hear what they were all up to,
We now bring this long lost tape to you:

Adam:
“You really are a stupid cow!”
“Just look at us! Where are we now?”

Eve:
“Shut up! You filthy, pawing pig!
Before I kick you in the fig!”

Angel of the Lord:
“You’ll have to leave, take this outside.”
“Your presence here, we can’t abide.”

And of course, the slinky one:

“Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!”

“She’s such a fool and so is he.
If I had hands, I’d clap with glee.
If the rest of them are all like that,
I’ll soon have my routine down pat!
But I’d better scoot before they crush
My poor wee head to compost mush.
I’ll set up shop, lead them all astray
And collect them all for Judgment Day!”

“Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah!”

For now, that’s all that we can send.
Thank you for your time, my friends.
So, remember, girls, no fruit to lend,
And boys, say “NO!” or it is THE END.


Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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Her old Jeans

She looked in the mirror
and giggled with pleasure
to see that she wore
her old clothes from her teens.
But then she recalled
that she wore them in pregnancy -
laughing out loud,
she still loved her old jeans.


Jack Horne for Nette's 'It's in the Jeans.'


Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011



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Dick

Can't you get it
Love is something that you are
If you sweat it
You're something else by far


Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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Hot Snow in July

Walking under a burning sun
Listening evocative Christmas songs

Sweat furrows my motionless visage
Snow calmly is falling down

Alive drops dissolve my thoughts
A fresh breath gently stirs 

Walking straightaway still alone
Looking for a friendly crucial turn

Nobody matching my broken mind
What's hot? What's cold?

Deep down somebody is already here
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 


Copyright © Patrizia Cohen | Year Posted 2012

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Poor Noodles

Noodles Noodleman knew
The cookbook through and through
Noodles Noodleman knew
He must teach Sally too

Alas, Sally withdrew
Cooking she could not do
She then began to brood –
What could poor Noodles do…?


Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2015

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Trees

Stop and look at the 
trees in the wind look
how they sway back and forth
greeting all they meet.

Their leaves are so 
beautiful that they catch
your very eye while the
willows bow at your feet.



Copyright © Valerie Sherman | Year Posted 2011

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Romeo the Great Lover


I’m really amazed by 
Romeo the great lover 
who boasted his greatness
of loving my friend Tess.

Oh, Gee! How hard it is 
for him to display his trademark
of love, for her 
in the presence of his wife.





Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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Sammy the Seaman

Today we celebrate 
Sammy the Seaman
who caught enough
to overfill his big net.

It's truly amazing that
he fed every family
from one single catch
which we'll never forget.


Copyright © Valerie Sherman | Year Posted 2011

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Night Eyes

Darkness
Open
Seeks
Lies
Reflection
Time
Shapes
Wide
Twinkle
Emotion
Love
Truth
Denies
Hold
Hides
Tearful
Sadness
Careless
Beautiful
Heavenly
Trustful
Expressive


Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2011

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Coming Tomorrow!!!

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Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

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This Valentine's Day

What happened to you?
You used to be so sweet.
The one and only guy,
My eyes would ever meet.

You were my man,
Once upon a time.
Giving me flowers,
And sweet valentines.

Now all I know,
Is you deserted me.
Won’t look me in the eyes,
And talk right on key.

You’ve become so cruel,
And I loved you so.
So this Valentines Day,
I’ll try to let you go.

From deep in my heart,
and deep in my brain.
All the memories we shared,
Will forever remain.

That I cant forget
My love is too strong
So this Valentines Day
I’ll try to move on.


Copyright © Kelsey Wright | Year Posted 2008

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Yiorgos the Philanthropist

I stand in great awe of
Yiorgos the Philanthropist
who in public shared cheerfully 
his wealth for the needy.

Oh, what a hypocrisy
It’s unbelievingly hard for him 
to give the wages of his good maid
in return, of her long service.


Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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I AUTHOR PAST OF HAVE THIS WAS POEM WAS POINT CRYING OF COULD THE

    I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING 

I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past

I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
 While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you

Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired

Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me 
          © 2011…phreepoetree 



Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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SORRY I MISS YOU

 your my water fall
i miss your call
and i need you too
am
SORRY I MISS YOU


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

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ORGANDY DANCER

My organdy dancer
Aquarian child
   Is always in fashion
   Lights sweet flames of passion
When she dances for me

My crinoline princess
Has sensuous moves
   That nothing conceals
  And yet only reveals
What she wants me to see

My velveteen beauty
Seductress of dreams
   Dances through my delusions
   To the perfect illussions
That I want her to be






Copyright © Anthony Cassano | Year Posted 2015

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Sights and sounds of Reseda, California before dawn on a crisp autumn morning

meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!


Copyright © Christine Lehman | Year Posted 2016

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From Cane to Carriage

four McWhirtles

My cane has gone missing,
the Hoveround showed up
of whom I sing praise for
supporting my girth.

I rise to stand strong on
two legs that are weakened,
and feel a bit useless, 
retired sense of worth.

Not poppin' a wheelie,
not riding a coffin,
on legs somewhat worn out
my mind feels no dearth.

Not really a coward,
ashamed of my carriage.
I'm free-range, a chicken
a'hov'ring "my" earth.

written May 28, 2017

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Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017

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FAILINGS OF LEADERS

The failings of leaders
Not taking into account
The needs of the people
Apart from their very own

They live in splendour
With steaks for dinner
Soft pillows to rest on
The people, skin and bone


Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2017

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What i Suppose to be

5:30 in the morning,
Sleep disturbed by an ungrateful sound,
Mind racing, body escaping,
But forced to surrender,
conformed to the social norm,
Disguised in a uniform, labelled,
For what I suppose to be.

Caffeine induced, emotions serene,
Driving back to a job straightforward,
Too busy thinking about what will go wrong,
Wondering why I don’t have a qualification,
For what I suppose to be,
But my bills, rent and booze have cornered me in,
Deteriorating dreams that could have been.

Back bent, palms sweating,
Moving back and forth, lifting one by one,
Music plugged in, listening to ideas seen,
Creating a colourful aura,
From all old the old and grey,
Where happiness felt none
Too concerned using sounds to induce my free drug,
To chase my Dream,
For what I could have been.

2:00 in the afternoon,
Belly’s full, limbs tender,
Colleagues above rush to end the forever ending torture,
Too quick to hold, hammer slips,
Pulled down, crushing my skull,
Knocked out cold, mind spiraling out of control.

Instantly,
Mouths wide open,
soul finds rhythm and begins to flow,
Too busy dancing, I forget to say thank you,
For setting me free,
For what I should have been.


Copyright © Hayden O'Neill | Year Posted 2017

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Name Dropper

 Richard Nixon was quite slick
 Most just called him tricky dick
  But it was in Watergate
 that he did participate
 Ford pardoned him very quick


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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War Torn Blues

They drop me in the killing zone
And I start to freak
Can't get the general on the phone 
Because he's a stupid Greek

With all my guns blazing 
The wind in my hair
The bullets more than grazing
I just don't care

I kill them one by one
I kill them two by two
Having so much fun 
Killing all the troops

Than I stop and look around
I realize their all dead
So I finally start to calm down
No longer seeing red

And as I sit and recollect
I realize I'm just drunk
I'm no Vietnam vet 
And that didn't explain
The dead body in my trunk


Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2017

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WHATS GOING ON

WHATS GOING ON

are we all aware
of whats going on
the poles are melting
but for how long

could this year be
our final swansong
does anybody know
of whats going on


Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2017