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Premium Member Sleep Sneakers


With soft hushed slip-steps
They creep into my being
My sleepy mind preps
For all the things I’m seeing

They are the sleep sneakers
That invade in the night
Restlessness seekers
That dance without the light

The tales of dreary dreams
Show terror, fear or love
But Sleep sneakers seem
To form fit like a glove

There is no themed story
The meanings are unclear
There’s doubt without glory
Just a gnawing fear

Tonight there in my mind
As I settle in my bed
Those sleep sneakers may find
Dreams hidden in my head




Entry: "Second Chance for Your N-A" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:  Brian Strand
December 19, 2022
(HM)
© Andy Chunn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member February - The Month of Love

The month of love arrives on cue
as January bids adieu,
and Cupid preps his bow and darts
to bind all lovers old and new.

And carefully, his path he charts,
and on his journey he departs;
for love is in the air once more,
and must be bound in lovers’ hearts.

For love will seek an open door,
and like a flood, inside will pour;
then through the sky like birds on wing,
the hearts of lovers start to soar.

For me, this love’s a year round thing 
that always causes hearts to sing;
the notes of love felt deep within 
are sealed by golden wedding ring.


February 2, 2026

Social Outcast

I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long this lasts

I walk down the street
So may people to meet
But I see none to talk
So I guess I'll just walk

Saturday night rolls around
And I leave to go down town
So many parties to go to
But my social status is to low

I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I' the social outcast
Let's see how long this last

First day of a new school year
And it's all just as I feared
The preps and jocks over run us 
Not like anyone cares if I make a fuss

They just need to wait
And I'll keep an eye on their fate
The looks and muscles will soon fade
Oh, won't that be a sad day

I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long that last

Fifteen yeas have past
I have climb the latter of success
That fast food joint your working at
yeah it's true, I own that

I'm not the social disease
I realize as you beg on your knees
You have five kids to feed
I can't imagine the help you need


Teeter Totter - Unfccc Cop15

[Written in December 2009 while at the UN Climate Conference in Copenhagen]

The plank is of a long, strong wood

With edges round for measures good

Small steady steps the toddler walks

While politicians stall the talks

Three fifty steps the child takes

He still is safe despite mistakes

But stands around the tipping point

The world is lacking efforts joint

Teeter toddler on a see-saw

Looks around his world with awe

He won’t see the world we know

His children won’t make balls of snow

Nor will they shriek with sounds of glee

At the base of a mature sequoia tree

The child takes a few more steps

Three eighty now the child preps

He braces now the plank just tips

Foot raised mid-air he nearly trips

He’s left his parent’s binding arms

His siblings now cry in alarm

Loud voices raised the leaders hear

The messages we chant are clear

Still balancing one foot in the air

Do leaders have the will to care?

And then to act in united haste

I fear our votes have been misplaced

Footing down, he sheds his tears

He’s heading down towards his fears

Urgent action is his need

He wishes leaders would succeed

In finding words that all endorsed

With rules and visions well enforced

His parent’s arms bind him once more

And guide him to his place before

Before he made those last few choices

Now that he’s safe his world rejoices

So that is all we really need

Decisions made in spite of greed

Where different voices will unite

Survival after all’s a right

Society is young and yet

It’s frailty we can’t forget

For we’re not all that we affect

And if we stall, we’ll all regret

Now is the time for us to act

We need a more effective pact

So let’s unite the world again

And ‘seal the deal’ in 2010.
© Elaine Ho  Create an image from this poem.

Geeky Boys and Busty Girls

In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids

After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one


They called their club the meeting 
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast 
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different 
Is not so bad and can be fun

They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different 
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same

The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found

Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged 
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
Were proud for each that day

The moral of this story 
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important 
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like 
The kids 
From Cleveland high that day

Geeky Boys and Busty Girls

In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids

After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one


They called their club the meeting 
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast 
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different 
Is not so bad and can be fun

They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different 
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same

The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found

Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged 
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
We’re proud for each that day

The moral of this story 
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important 
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like 
The kids 
From Cleveland high that day


A Sinners Prayer

A Sinners Prayer
In the darkness of night let the sinner appear
In the form that he is, which is the essence of fear.
When his soul is revealed it’s ugly and black
It preps for the battle of Satan’s attack.

The feeling of joy that comes with abuse
Is a thrill like no other when he lets it all loose.
A hate filled world is all that he wants
The souls of the weak are the souls that he haunts.

When the devil appears it is evil he seeks
And the soul of the sinner is open and weak.
The king is the light that floods out the dark
And helps all the sinners find a new start.

Vandalia Road

a beaten path which leads to a place time forgot

this old dusty road lined with trees on either side
taking me back to the only place i've ever truly felt at home
surrounded by social misfits
mother goose, the orphans, the girls and their pimp
dilapidated houses bought out by the government
encircling a culdesac

somewhere out in the field of tall grass
lies a set of obsolete railroad tracks
beyond that a treeline
which comes to life with sound
cicadas, crickets, bullfrogs, katydids
the roar of the muddy flat bringing the bass
fireflies providing the accompanying lightshow

mother goose preps dinner for the invisible people
the orphans laughing as they chase the lightshow
the girls filing out single file behind their pimp
and i sit swaying on a porch swing
a sweaty ice cold glass of vodka in one hand
a smoldering cigarette in the other

here, there are no bills, no rules
no one to tell you "no"
here, a place that time forgot
i welcome you to come stay with me
on vandalia road

Premium Member Baby Miracle

Each time we learned, new life had been birthed,
down deep where true love grows quite fast;
Our greatest hopes, as parents unearthed,
the sum of our love's storied past.

Daily our preps, made for good cheer:
Maternity clothes and bookstores,
A decorated nursery, then poof—toys appeared.
All the while knowing each day you grew more.

The parties and gifts overwhelmed us,
sheer love shown by family and friends. 
Baby kicks made us giggle—a definite plus,
at a time nervously filled, by infant odds & ends.

Big Sis came in ninety, Little Sis ninety-four,
Perfect babies in every way.
Confirmations of Joy, we've come to adore,
Our Miracles of creation, by Potter and clay.
 



(Written and submitted on 7/17/2018, for the Olive Eloisa Guillermo–Fraser JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest)

Where I Am From

Where I am From 
I am from the old fashion days 
from the yes mams and no sirs, to 
the slips with a dress or skirt 
from dust particles in my nose 
(from cleaning floor boards and ceiling fans) 
I am from the endless bruises to 
the lively parties, 
...that mom threw when we had all As 
the constant bicycle accidents or the sudden 
trips down the stairs 

I'm from my only love sprung from 
my only hate, the endless Shakespearean faze 
From the haters and the preps and 
the don't get beat down to give them a 
beat down. 
 From make my heart rejoice from 
the one that is taunting me and trying 
my best to apply verse 22 of Galatians 

I am from Grandma Odessa's Sugar cookies to 
Moms mouth watering chicken pot pie 
From the burn mark on my tongue from a battery 
to my dads tattoo that he did himself 

Upon the shelf's of my closet lay 
my dress box and senior album, 
overflowing with old pictures from 
house or school 
Many names I remember 
many faces I chose not to, 
reliving some good days at school, and 
reliving the times I wish I could have blown it up 

I am from happy childhoods to learning from 
my mistakes adulthood 
from childhood memories lost to most gained 
and many stored 

The good, The bad, & The now content 
This is where I am from

Premium Member That's Close Enough

*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.

That's Close Enough

Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.

Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the effects of metamorphoses,
Influence of changing, on the surface ... ain't exclusive.

The aspects of human versions, ... do we possess ourselves?
Phases absorb one's absolutes, ... escapism amuses abstracts,
Misshape is needless, ... our character assassinates us.

The docile Doctor Jekyll ... and ominous Mr. Hyde,
The tale tells induced chemicals ... freed the latter temperament,
Stevenson, a mixed decrypt breed, ... Woolf faults, Hemingway hails.

The Picture of Dorian Gray, ... Wilde's graphic inward peer,
Retorts pundits, ... proxy masques wickedness, textured facades ethics,
Books ain't moral or immoral, ... they're just well penned or naught.

A star radiates ... cast hither, trimming and grooming 'rounds,
Revolving amazeballs recasting orb's landscapes, ... picturesque,
Bubblegum pops as its meaning ... is clearly intricate.

Brief spells also have an effect, ... ravenous bears slumber,
When pushed or at risk ... stimulates safeguards that ensure their species,
The game plays out who's game ... prey or predator lives or dies.

Transformations constants about ... subtle yet definite,
Persona exploits cellular structure ... registers vividly,
The former's substituted ... the latter assimilate.

2022 June 01
*11th Place*
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
~~Anthony Biaanco: 2022 July 04

*HMS: 14,16,14 syllables x 8 stanzas

My Great Escape

Sittin' here, feelin' uneasy
Not at all sleepy
Sweet sounds of Norah Jones
Tickle my ear drums
I find refuge in the blues
This is not NEWS
to the people who love me
If this is a crime
Please, do cuff me

One Rhythm, One Rhyme
preps me for the climb
to the top of the world
Where I will find
Happiness in a swirl
of chocolate on the mind

Rhythm & Blues, Rock N' Roll
Stirred up in a big bowl
The recipe for the perfect Led Zeppelin
add Hip-Hop, Metal, and all the fixin’s
Then you have Linkin Park
Just Crawling, not quite Crawling in the Dark
I laugh, I love, I listen
To the bands that make me glisten

For dessert
Happiness in a swirl of 
Chocolate on the mind
One Rhythm, One Rhyme

Just Me

I don't want to be lost forever
In the high school sea
This clique or that one
Which should I choose
Preps, punks, goths, 
Every possible type is here
But I don't want to be any of them
I want to be myself
The kind of person that's
Not accepted in high school
But I can make it on my own
This is it, just me

Cave Man Date

Caveman preps for dating female mates
As he puts on fresh skins and pelts
Caught that day since everything was free
Oil from animal musk still ooze from pores
(To allure the delicate gender favors)

Killing prey is not exactly PETA friendly 
ASPCA might have something to say
Millions of years hence so not to worry

Cave men speak Ugh which is short for ugly
He is going clubbing with his handy stick
Nowhere near Fifth Avenue I'm sure 

A not so delicate creature blinks at him
Smiles from the bush with perceived approval
One bonk on the head is all it takes

He drags her by the dirty knotted hair 
Back to his cave to live forever more
As husband and wife in ancient splendor
Life was simpler back then

Am I Pretty Now

Here comes the ugly one 
 Looking sad and wearing black those stupid preps all laugh because she looks fat 

Trying to ignore the comments she walks looking at the floor since she doesn't say a word
They shout more ugly words The jocks throw there footballs at her and the anorexic sluts just laugh she's teased in Science P.E and even Math everyday the same routine she runs into her room and cries. 

She thinks that no one cares If she just curled up and died she grabbed some lipstick and put it on her lips she grabbed her long black skirt and then started to rip .

At the corner of her eye she spotted a pointy blade she slashed her wrists until her vision started to fade suddenley she fell collapsing on a towel and as she was dying she looked up at the doctor and said "AM I PRETTY NOW!"

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