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Premium Member A Tribute To Connie Marcum Wong

There are special people, God put in this world.
Deserving of Diamonds and Beautiful Pearls. 
Her words are genuine and they touch us all.
Caringness and kindness, we felt, and saw.
To know her is to love her, in a Special way.
Now my friends, it's time to Pray.
A Prayer for healing, to Heal Her Heart.
To bring to her, a Brand New Start.
She's been through so much, in a very short time.
Please pray for her, and be so kind.
Soup Mail her, to show you Care.
That's all of you, her friends Out There.
We miss you Connie Please Come Back Soon.
If not by daybreak by afternoon.
Our prayers are with you, please know we're here.
Have Peace in your Heart, and No fallen Tears.


Please reach out to Connie Marcum
Wong. If you haven't heard she was
recently in the Hospital with a serious
medical condition.

Also a big Thank You to John Watt's
blog of notifying us on Connies Condition.

God bless you all and God bless and heal
Connie.

Walk of Shame

Walk Of Shame

Did you see that girl walk by?
I can tell, she got a guy
It's 9am, her hair's a mess
Sunday morning in a party dress?

Mascara run, lipstick smeared
She thought, this hour, all coasts were cleared
Oh but no, her I did see
And as she stumbled, she saw me

High heels on, cell in hand
Back to the dorms, she walked on Grand
Walk of shame, oh how you expose
The true nature of the hoes

Guys wake up to chill on their lawn
As freshmen girls grudgingly pursue on
Calling out, "Well how was your night!?"
Girls wish their walk was out of sight

I just laugh and point them out
More so notifying all via shout
"Walk of Shame, that is you!"
These young girls, they've got no clue

The ones who get it, then take off
Again next weekend, it's never enough
Get any guy, hooking up's their game,
But each time regretting the walk of shame.

You might think I judge too hard
Not giving them the innocent card
I shouldn't talk, I'm such a hypocrite
That was me yesterday morning, I will admit.
© Amy Young  Create an image from this poem.

Subterranean

Down under
Asunder
There's worlds of wonder
Where etiquette 
Meets surrogate 
And the dress code's
Downright Confederate
Slithering among creepy crawlers
That descend from the
Heavenly puke-encrusted abyss above
Known as Hollywood Blvd 
I lower myself
Literally
Metaphorically
Into puddles of
Absentee-orchestrated nausea
I wear the badge
Singed onto calluses 
Coated with despair
Flavored with bacteria's black-dead cousins
There's more honor to own
When you don in early light 
Here ye, shall this journey commence 
This rue-faced, Taliban-tingling tale of whoa 
Give birth to the frenzy of the many
Here the ride shall be
Realized 
Commoditized 
Ostracized 
By mere plaintiffs 
Who sue themselves
Because the stakes are higher
And the risks cease to be true
Together we forge ahead
Teamwork knows no bounds or prescriptions 
When it's one-on-one-on-everyone 
Then the voice of gawd scats 
His incoherent mix of
Lazy blues and blatant misinformation
Notifying the hungry denizens
It's time to get out
It's time to get on
Its time to get off 
And off again
If necessary 
It's always necessary
And so we flee
For better lives
For better days 
For nothing happens until
You decide to rise above 
And get jiggy with the sun.

(3/5/15)


Someone Awaits Us

People here and there are begging with their screams,
looking at others with a hopeful glimpse.
I saw it yesterday in the eyes of a child,
body depicted hunger
and shrunken chest, lack of pride.

Trembling voice of his
when I asked him his name,
followed me to the cries remain hidden in his veins.
He was terrified probably because of me.
Still stood right up, head hung 
probably due to greed.

Eyes filled with emptiness
losing hope slowly.
A gesture of thanks
when the prize came up rolling.

Million like him 
awaits someone to reach them out.
Have lost trust and scope;
say people chosen would
be last to serve their hope.

Act of kindness is what they please,
Many of them finding no way out to squeeze.

They are looking for us maybe,
those children and the adults:
slowly coming to their knees 
notifying they finally give up.
Give up on their dreams,
their working, their respect and much more.
To them, the life is pretty sore.

Let's cease their forever waiting,
maybe not all but some could find escape from this corpse dwelling.
Maybe not a lot you could do
but a little won't hurt
would be a good deed for
kindness pleasing dirt.

Caring for someone unlikely make you weak;
Serving someone would not portray you as a freak.
You won't be a follower but a server
if you think about.
Try once getting that gesture,
if you still have a doubt.

Possibly it would tempt you
possibly it would call
possibly you would be able to see
the suffering that grows on....
© Tripti Kr  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mary and Joseph

***


  M--Mary, a virgin, found favor with the Lord.
  A--Among all women, blessed you are.
  R--Rejoice! Mary, you will have a son.
  Y--You will call him Jesus, as He was foretold.

  A--Angel, Gabriel sent by God to Galilee.
  N--Notifying the people that a Savior is on the way,
  D--David's Kingdom, I will give him to reign.

  J--Joseph, son of David, a carpenter by trade,
  O--One night, an angel appeared in a dream.
  S--Said, "Fear not, take Mary for your wife."
  E--Embrace her, the child is of the Holy Ghost.
  P--Placed in a lowly manger Mary's first son.
  H--He was called Jesus as He will save the world.


                               

  Mary...... Luke 1:28-32
  And ........Luke 1:26-32
  Joseph ...Matthew 1:18-21  / Luke 2:7

    12/7/21

Premium Member American Refugee

My Constitutional Rights as an American Citizen no longer apply to me.
It's as if I were never ever born in America, My Most Beloved Country. 
Thanks to the Bush administration and the administration presently
I have become truly what I can only define as an American Refugee
and I'm not the only one.
There is now over A Million
Suspected Enemy Combatants just like me.
We have all been placed on the government's watch list
because we reserve the right to peacefully protest
and demand answers to our questions regarding the 9/11 tragedy.
Right now, thanks to the Bush administration and the administration currently
the President can order anyone to brake into my home without a warrant literally
and search and seize by whatever means all of my property.
Under authority of the President they can detain me indefinitely
without notifying any of my friends or family,
at any undisclosed location without any legal representation allowable to me.
Did I mention that a warrant they do not need?
I can be tortured but they call it "Enhanced Interrogation"
because again, thanks to the previous Bush administration
president Bush enacted into law  
that Suspected Enemy Combatants are not prisoners of war 
and not subject to the Geneva Convention.
Perhaps none of the above will ever happen to me
but that doesn't matter because it still could very well come to be.
The bottom line is that many other decent people just like me
have been stripped of their American Constitutional Liberties
and all because we reserve the right to protest our government peacefully
regarding events that preceeded the horrific 9/11 tragedy.
My God given Constitutional Rights have been taken away from me.
I am truly a man without a country, an American Refugee.
Am I the only one who finds this scary?

http://billythekidsters-antisocialclub.ning.com/forum/topics/american-gulag


Premium Member Story of Fairies - Elen

There is a fairy who is cute and called Elen.
Elen's soul is connectd with universe.

Universe is watching her all the time.
Time has passed without her notifying.

Notifying things made her curious.
Curious heart gives her passion.

Passionfruits is one of her favorites.
Favorites foods make her happy.

Happy face makes her joyful.
Joyful atmosphere increases motivation.

Motivation encourages her to advance her way.
Way of her progress is Actally lonely.

Lonely life is fairy's destiny.
Destiny is acceptable for her as a fairy.

Fairy Elen is kind and gentle.
Gentle Elen, you may see her here and there.


10/Jan/2016
Fengleishanren.

City Boy Blues

musty clothes strewn about
a dusty room
full of hot black bodies in dirty underwear
exhausted from a day of
surviving

the sound of late night traffic filters in through
the rusty screens in the broken windows
periodically interrupted by the rebel yell
of lost teens and homeless men

my descriptions are painfully inadequate
even though i have been there
painfully inadequate
even though i have lived there

gnarled fingers
rolling top papers
into poor mans cigarettes

the porch creaks when you 
walk across
it's peeling planks
notifying occupants of intruders
poor mans alarm

i want to move
but it follows me
from one hole to another
with it's smells of degradation
and it's hopes of redemption

Dead Timeline

DEAD TIMELINE


It was a facebook notification
It has always been a facebook notification
Notifying me of most of my friends birthdays anniversary
Just as always; all I do is post birthday wishes on my timelines.

On a busy Saturday morning of 11th may 2014
Amidst weekend chores; I received a facebook notification in my phone
Like normal; I picked up my phone to read the lingering message
Guess what? It was about Princess Ruphina’s birthday.

Without doubt; it just a normal birthday birthday notification
But still with doubt; do the dead celebrate birthdays?
Amidst possibilities; could the sun ever shine at night?
Amidst wishes; can death days reverse back to birthdays?

In a moment, years came strolling down in a day
Memories surging so fast like fast flowing spring
The long forgotten yesterdays looked like it was today
I can still picture your smiling face like you are still here
It’s painful you can’t picture my angry face since you are not here
Middle finger to death; happy birthday my princess
Your soul shall forever rest in peace Rupina.

A Rights Phenomenon

A lady in Washington sent her little girl to school the other day,
For what she thought was the usual study work and play.

School  nurse talked to her and quietly drove her to Planned Parenthood.
Yes they told her, you are to have an abortion. For your apparent good.

Don’t tell your parents or there may make a big fuss.
We are your friends little girl, you can  count on us.

You know how some parents are always trying to be nosy at home.
As if it was their business what you do and where you roam!
 
After all this is legal now you know ; We’ve had some long hard fights.
Your parents voted for this in the name of choice and  women’s rights.
 
We here at Planned parenthood have fought hard for this legislation..
And  it’s hardly ever on the news station!

Aren’t we nice? This is legal in fifteen states now. Hooray!
So don’t tell your parents and the taxpayers will  pay.

The President and legislators have made this your right.
So don’t tell your parents or it’ll cause a fight.

You see we got voters to suck for the choice jargon. It‘s quite a line. 
By voting for so called choice, they lose more choice every time!

What ? Yes we know you have to have a note from your parents to take an aspirin.
Don’t worry, the legislators fixed it so you  don’t need a note for this abortion.



This happens and is true. It was on the news the other day. A small news item in the middle 
of the day 
A Mother found out the hard way there was nothing she could do about it because in her 
state as well as fourteen others and rising, it is legal for organizations like planned 
parenthood to perform an abortion on under 
age children without notifying the parents .  …….
     Strange how the news people don’t get right on this…. Interesting. …
Also interesting is the fact that some people get angry at me and others for even talking 
about it…..Do you know the laws in your state?...For your child?   - Robert

Where It Leads Vi

I wonder, can I travel back to my old self
find the way I was, come back and rearrange
the shelf full of books
(containing parts of my life
where enthusiasm was not held back and through
power of youth even as a fool I was accepted)
in order to achieve normality
Now don't get me wrong, insanity has it advantages
(walking on a different plane of existence is always fun
seeing things as they want to be is liberating
mesmerizing the public by juggling letters though
sometimes it is excruciating, it is the closest I've come to
finding freedom and being who I really am
a walking shadow singing words in writing)
but where does it lead, the path I'm treading on
is it predetermined, are you what you want to be
or just a blade of grass left to the mercy
of the wind which is no more than the 'external'
influencing factors, ending up being the internal reactors
that define who you are, how you tread
Destiny or choice, silent obedience or finding the inner voice?
Introspect, question who you are, why forget and neglect
when sometimes it's easier to remember and accept...

War weaving woe, we wither
Hither hate hums, hereby Heaven hates humanity
Ethereal entity engaging eternal enmity
Reason running ragingly
Enemies experiencing endless epiphanies
Inducing indifference, instilling inhumanity
Totally terminating truth, treachery transcending time
Love lost, left lingering, life leaking loath
Everyone expecting end, eluding everything
All authority abandoning amnesty
Death devouring divinity
Silence slowly surrounded serenity, shattering souls.
Notions negate neutrality, never
Overlook omens, old ones or
New, nether negotiating, notifying
Ether emphasizing eternal embrace
Majestic moments melting mediocrity
Absolution abhors anarchy
Youth yearns, you yield
Knowingly, kneeling;
Never negate normality, never
Overlook, ostracize, omit
War weaves woe, we wither...

Autumn Fall

It was an Autumn evening 
With its cold always predicted

I rushed out of a taxi with a haste to meet the one who stole my heart  
She kept reentering my mind!
I have never been so much attached to her image in my mind 

She was glowing off lately, her signs of happiness were all over the place 
Written all over her face and that is what I witnessed 
Maybe happiness was a four-letter word, I reckoned! 

Walking towards her place seemed longer that autumn evening 
There was a moment I wanted to jog 
A great idea employed my mind that I did not want to sweat 

When I am with her, I cherish every minute that comes with it 
I arrived at last 
I was prompted to send her a text notifying her of my arrival 

Within a minute I saw her bracket, sexy legs making their way towards me 
It was only a while when I heard her sweet voice 

Again, it seemed longer to reach her house and by this time I was care free 
She was right next to me and that was the only thing making logic  

I gathered my thoughts as I walked into her room to put the traditional bag I was gifted 
I walked towards her in the kitchen as she concluded with her call 

The warmth and chills I felt all at the same time mesmerized all my state of mind 
I felt her scent and her warmth
I knew at that moment I could define everything in a line 

She was freedom, longevity, tranquility and made me smile deeply 
She had me discovering this scientific rare formula in my head 

I felt her heartbeat against my own and by then I knew she was my all, the one I have always been searching for 

Her kiss invited the motive for sex
Sex, I never thought would happen prematurely 

My mind went on a field trip with notions 
On such occasions people meet and great
And us we broke boundaries, the status quo 

Everything seemed scripted with directors yelling “Action!”
The cameras were rolling with every sex scene we had as we kissed passionately 
She was a great kisser, I placed all the blame to her on the scene of the crime 
God Outlaws! 

Her sexy naked body was in a shower we shared together and my lips losing control kissed her watery ones 
I was so lost in my world 

I knew I had a great story to tell
She was mine and I knew she was all that I longed 
The audience were our inner souls which captured every move we made

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

Named Crisis

CRISIS stands in front of MINDS door knocking.
Breaking and entering because SOLUTION isn’t answering.
Needing a confrontation- IT escalates itself until UNBEARABLE appears.
Metamorphosing into DISRUPTIVE on all unfazed channels.
Picking a fight with LIVELIHOOD and COMFORTABLE.
Training SICKNESS in how to tease HEALTH on a consistent basis.
Making EMOTIONS confused and unstable. 
Causing DISORDER to jump in and dictate.
Overwhelming MARRIAGE, so that TEMPTATION can walk down the isle
with DIVORCE on it’s arm. 
Giving PREGNANCY time to stealth its way onto the scene.
Notifying COMPLICATION for its upcoming appointment.
ABORTION becomes the honoree in discussion.
Smiling for being chosen, TAKING A LIFE is upbeat and perky.
SADNESS is fighting back tears of joy, because HAPPINESS is missing.
The meeting is heightened when POVERTY shows up.
Uh oh! WORRY is approaching with cousin STRESS.
DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, sends a help signal to PRAYER.
ANSWERED comes to the rescue,
Evicting CRISIS from MINDS place.

The Warning Sung Loudly

The warning sung loudly through the silence of dawn.
A siren of chirping like a whistle did spawn.

The mammals lurked leery and the chickens did blare.
An invisible intruder surely locked in their stare.

Beneath the canopy in oneness we live.
Domestic with nature, our shared purpose to give.

No song of delight was sung that daylight.
Just a blending of noises notifying plight.

I walked to the deck to see what caused alarm.
Nothing to spot, but a stillness fearing harm –

Not one bird in sight, no leaf flickering in the wind.
But the blended alarm from silence did transcend.

Was it a snake?  Or had the great hawk returned?
I stood and I watched, the reason unlearned.

Something was there, a predator from night.
The warning was loud and elicited a fright.

Shrillness of pitch pierced the listener’s tuned ears.
Vibration and sound upon the sensing appears.

A slithering unseen or a creeper not found,
Retreated from the warning without making a sound.

Then, silence returned beneath the canopy of trees.
And stillness laid waiting for the coolness of breeze.

I went back inside, knowing all was well.
Amazed at the unity that survival does tell.

© June 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Premium Member Winners and Losers

winners
                        surefire, lucky 
          honoring, crowning, notifying 
achievers, success, non-starter, failures 
     compensating, voiding" lowballing 
                hopeless, disgruntled 
                              losers



Date written: 12/27/2022

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