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Premium Member The Ghost Train

Along the mountain pine valley did the Iron Horse roar,
A steam belching black demon, burning red hot coals
Within it's steel belly.
Speed's hell bound creation, driven by greed's insatiable hunger,
Faster, faster it moves at acceleration rush, to
Achieve manifest destiny's final arrival on time.
In the distance hear another lone whistle blow, spitting,
And spewing with brimstone's gray smoke.
This indeed is the devil's train, carrying the forsaken,
To the depot of no return.
With a half empty payload aboard, Satan makes a deadly
Judgment call, stoke up those engines boys, ramming
Speed if you please.
Made man beasts are these mechanical monsters
Of destructions, lethal death weapons, chained
Down to the steel rails, and iron pikes.
Ebony stallion's racing against the winds,
As redden sparks sizzle and bite at the crisp autumn
Air, bellowing fumes poisoning the night.
The engineer of the 10; 15 out of Tombstone,
Checked his pocket watch, speaking impatiently,
He did so yell out, come along fellow's, we have a
Schedule to keep, and we've hours behind in our dead line,
So let’s pick up the pace.
Now the devil's train came out of know where,
With hell's supernatural master at the wheel,
Heckling, and laughing, relishing in the carnage’s
Utter calamity to come.
On a lone chewed up mangled piece of track,
Lies wreckages debris blood, flesh and twisted metal,
Lain stewned for miles beside the wild wilderness.
Broken bones, and sheared off limbs, weeping mother's
Cradling limp, lifeless bodies, crying why, God almighty
Why?
But the lord and heavenly father, had nothing to do,
With this unnatural disaster, nay the devil had many
Empty spaces to fill, and his passengers list was lean.
So he leveled the crimson ground with his dark gavel,
Taking souls at high velocities supernatural speed,
For this is the devil's ghost train, and it is so
Hell bound.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Blown away

I’ve been working on this poem
it’s called (Blown Away)
Don’t worry, there’s no bullets
just some points to be made 
I can write it with an arrow  
from an old weathervane
dip the tip in lead  
and be on my way  
with a heavy sway

I’ve been feeling kinda dizzy 
but can’t explain  
how I keep going south  
into a hurricane
Double-barrel primed
I’m ready to blow 
blinded by flashes
This can go anyway
who gets to say?

I’ve been crossing minefields  
on a pair of stilts 
The wind’s at my back
my trousers make sails
I’m falling to bits
spinal tissue exposed
my ribs come detached
But the outlook’s okay 
I had spare ones today

I’ve been throwing paper planes  
on the rehab lawn
They’re below Mach speed
and the gardener waves
Gliding on zephyrs,  
let’s the edges unfold
Unraveling daisy cutters 
my payload explodes
No time to pray
but I did yesterday
(yes I did yesterday)

By David Kavanagh

Loves Doorway...

I was reading the paper... 
in the green room, 

you walked in the door, 
I didn't know you, yet, 
of you I wanted more... 

excited, elevated, sexual tension- 
this spark, this feeling, 
sent me reeling... 

uncompromising, release... 
nearly, thirty moons on, you still 
give me this charge-my sweet
tease... 

more experienced, this feeling 
lasts longer, stronger, powerful 
sweet interlude, 

...my only one, we delight in sharing 
this mood... 

woman, you make me
...for days on 
end I carry round...this payload, 
take it from me before I drop, 
this love exploding 
I'm going to pop... 

I am intoxicated in your kiss... 
you are my love promise... 

you removed the locks, 
on this loves' doorway... 

this love destined, to rewrite 
the truth, the ancients recorded 
from above...historical proof... 

all woman, who feel this and allow 
truth to enter...live in lavish love 
sweet, sweet, rare splendor


Premium Member The Presser

the Buzz, Collins, Armstrong, applause.
first man, there were three
earthlings who were projected into space.
crowded, not of this world
of celebration and glory.
before lights flashing, attention-demanding.
mission impossible, a presser.
to the moon, but dry
in the throat.
watch the hands, fiddling with papers,
sooth-petting. not practiced
in speech; not 2024 peak.
lights out in black box - perhaps
the famous astronauts
imagine they’re back in space,
clear from prying eyes
as they turn attention to the somewhere screen.
In 2024, we’re bored
because we’ve learned to be entertained
at fast speed, not stuttering-suspended
in animation. fine fellows, firsts
paved the way to now - history-bound.
funny photo caused levity,
liftoff of audience lightened
the payload. next up,
Buzz in blue,
looks directly at the crowd,
hands in pounce mode.
fight or flight, so apropos.
Neil continues, more comfortably explaining,
after his two constituents calmed the waters.
later the moon will peer down
in the night sky.
today kids don’t dream
of flight, they fly
effortlessly through the skies
and little Einsteins
is not impossible in their eyes.
but back in 1969
a sleepy me, just 8,
witnessed the first moon landing.

The Forest, the Lot and the Carpetbagger

"The Forest, The Lot and The Carpetbagger"

In the middle
of it all, in 
The Forest,
I was asked
by a soothsayer
to choose 
a number

1, 2 or 3. 

I said 
in all sincerity,
“that’s a bad number, 3.
someone always feels
left out discarded; now
if you get down to it,
about playing cards, 

well 1, 
is rather obscure,
concealed, 
not easily expressed, 
or understood, 
no fun, just 1, 
waiting for the deal 

to be delivered, 
to be done, 
you could wait forever, 
as just number 1, where's 
the fun in the dance
as the unknown, unseen 
stoic 1."

So I chose 2,
me and my shadow
2, I’d bring the 
other with me 
like a pair of 
socks, well matched
walking off the page

walking off
win-win 
with the shining
light, the payload,
the winnings,
the lot, at end of day
like a carpetbagger,

when fortune 
tempts fate 
walking its 
very very fine line, 
Risk asks for the payoff 
and in exchange,
for trust and faith,

the long night 
and dreary day 
over all are saved;
opportunity knocks,
the door opens
it is now 
unlocked,

I walk through,
poetically speaking, 
I manifest the lot.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)



"An Event Destined to Happen in Your Lifetime"/White Feather Tarot

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Premium Member It's War, Marmite Versus Vegemite

Marmite Man was enjoying breakfast, marmite on toast
When the officer on the bridge shouted "it's the Aussie coast"
The alarm for action stations sounded, men ran here and there
It was time to flush out the rebel vixens cowering in their lair.

Port Melbourne was the first target, the Vegemite factory
A B52 bomber dropped its payload to inflict untold misery
The factory was obliterated ; the mission a success
All that was left was glass and bricks with a large gooey mess.

Their food supply now cut off they'd have no stomach to fight
But Marmite Man is generous and distributed marmite
Very soon white flags were everywhere, in every city and town
There was pockets of resistance but they were quickly put down.

Some rebel vixens were captured and exiled to Tasmania
The victorious Marmite empire  expanded taking in Australia
Meanwhile there's a manhunt for the Queen of Vegemite
With a generous reward of a thousand jars, of delicious Marmite.

Written 23rd February 2022.

Premium Member Fighting For the Right To Live, For the Right To Love -

My hourglass shattered somewhere in the Limbo
I found myself swimming towards stones instead of stars,
my heart, fragile & curious began to beat naively, bravely for my soul's sitar,
the flesh of this stage surrounded the nerves of this sapling as roots around rockbed,
I started with limbs erect in love, spine suffused in fluid of affinity's fascination of Godhead,
baby's breath on the cool flame of Future's fortune met with glow from sensation's woe,
sorrow bit my toe,

As my charriot transmutted to a coach wagon
the payload plused, fears pulsed and the price projected,
it seemed sudden that now hurt could hem the forecast of my dreams,
that violence may precipitate from creation,
in wrongs done unto me I saw the scales of satisfaction heave,
debts remitted, and new crimes incurred for salvation,
I battled the spectrum of skeletons and centuries of ceremonious confusion,
colliding with rage, cruel apathy detected,
then, in the hysteria of self inflicted hell, 
love burst through denial like a wail in wilderness as I threw self pity a rainbow -

J.A.B.

The airman

Long lines of vapour split blue skies asunder
Fly vengeful raptors, one thousand in number
Headlong they go, to brave death or glory
Stratosphere flight, part of war's brutal story

Last year a schoolboy but this year an ace
Did I see the twitch of fear on his face?
Fly like a God, so untouchably high
The monster of war, clawing youth from the sky

A thin shaky finger feels the button of death
A payload of sorrow leaves his care in a breath
A rain of destruction whistling down out of tune
As it plummets to earth snuffing life out too soon

Mortality strikes with a roar just as thunder
A maelstrom of steel slices metal from under
His world now in turmoil, at the end of a gun
Now a casualty, a victim, the fall of a son.

The Pain of Your Love

The pain of your love, pricks me to the bone
Like a pissed off praying mantis, I plead with tentacles
The pedigree of your love, powers me to a craze
Pumps my heart to a refill, primes my soul for a play

Painstakingly I peel back, promises in sync
Perilous is my denial, for you poisoned me with love
Where my past dwells, and the present relishes
A bowl of wet rose petals, a morning petit four

The palms of your hands, with a petal soft pat
Your name puts me in a party spirit, oh poetic darkly
Having your love down pat, a huge payload there is
Would you pay me back, for I am a parrot not

You ply in my veins, you keep my password
Your prowl a peachy keen, peek-a-boo it poses
I placate you with praise, I pledge my loyalty to you
Oh poetic darkly, I pledge my soul for your love

The Clown

With skip, screech and flourish 
  The belfry-housed bats 
Flew wildly and garish 
  Far madder than rats. 
Greasepaint teardrops a-flying 
  In twilight's ascension, 
Heart breaking and dying, 
  Robbed blind of attention. 
Coins spun in chance 
  Flay the crazy, cracked actor, 
Maniacal trance 
  This duality factor. 
Submerged below laughter 
  And painted-on grin 
Lies a strip mine hereafter 
  Of heartache chagrin. 
And the payload thus hollowed, 
  Black manganese ore, 
Bullet-bitten and swallowed 
  And fired at the floor. 
These eyes so forlorn 
  Freezing cackles with doubt, 
For no light is in-drawn 
  And no light is shone out.
© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Animals

It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea 
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit  
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo  
Divided into a system of them vs you 
Don’t lose your autonomy 
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s 
The brilliants of hatred and judgment 
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears 
Financiers, volunteers as November nears 
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians 
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel 
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social 
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle 
The apex creatures are very territorial 
For the king or queen, gerrymandering 
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down 
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair 
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road     
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions 
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting  
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating, 
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration 
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you


Updated 5/14/2019
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Stinging Nettle

The first among to wake up in the Spring 
The award winner, comes with a sting
Stinging Nettle pubescent and green
Cannot touch the super herbal queen

Urtica dioica is the botanic name 
Dioica is the one with European fame
Tropical cousins are all not the same
Strong and sharp, they can make you lame

Each sting is a delicate hollow  hair
Stiffened with a tip of silica ware 
Swollen base that stores the venom with care
Shoots  its payload, touch,  if you dare

Transmitters are  same as yours and mine
Acytylcholine , serotonin and histamine 
If stung by nettles, remedy is close at hand
Do not go far, Dock is where you stand

Premium Member Risque : Reloaded :

useless she goaded 
                  his libido eroded 
                 feeling outmoded 
        two blue pills locked and loaded 
         you beast ~ payload exploded


By
David Kavanagh

I Get It

Empathic..... Taking on the pain
Of another as though
It bares your name 

Finding relationships
Wearing as you carry
Not only your load ,but theirs and the daily payload(to capacity)

Needing to isolate
to reboot as it were
from continuous energy bombardment and drain

Reaching out to comfort
The grieving
And your own heart literally aches

Dealing with those
Who live to greedily
Prey on others


Feeling emotional
Physical
Psychological pain on the daily

It's like chicken man,it's everywhere ,it's everywhere
Hope you still
Remember that guy


Wanting to help
And given the side eye
for my trouble

Intuitively knowing
What I'd
Just as soon not


Seeing the world
In
Technicolor and surround sound(full volumn) especially hateful words


Resulting in seeing IT
As both 
blessing and curse

Whichever it is
It's mine
I own it


Lock ,stock ,and predators
It's all
I've ever known

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