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Premium Member The Sad and Tragic Death of Emily Hope

The Sad And Tragic Death Of Emily Hope

That night flew roaring Wind- a mighty gale
over hill and dale through windows left up
Had I then known its fruits, I'd have turned pale
for its destruction was a bitter cup!
Yet I, pen in busy hand onward wrote
verses quite dear, to my romantic love
Thus in writing fever, I took no note
of great black wrath descending from above!

Alas! How could I, her sad Fate have known
how dark winds, her dearest life with Fate sealed
Foul and wicked Wind's evil had thus blown
tragic death, no prayer could have repealed!
Her home blown into badly broken heaps
her fragile body under massive weight
My soul cried out, in greatest depths sad weeps
for evil often works with Hand Of Fate!

Then destroyed, my once so happy belief
in love's magic and promised paradise
From this darkened world, I found no relief
just enough bread and water to suffice!
Once thinking of death by gun or short rope
in love-lost grief life, nothing came around
Then I recalled, hope, her last name was Hope
in that word, my recovery was found!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-18-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 186

Note- A sad one , because life with its joys , often brings in tragic and sad events..
We that survive such must learn to live with it and always have hope in future happiness and love of family...
Categories: repealed, art, death, life, lost
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Kavanaughty

Kavanaugh grew up in a cave
Never learned how a judge should behave
This caveman likes beer
And ladies must fear 
Becoming this drunkard’s sex slave

Despite his bad manners revealed
Kavanaugh might not be repealed
He’s t-rump’s first choice
To kill Roe v Wade’s voice
And take women’s rights far afield


Author’s Note: This Supreme Court nominee pleases the fundamentalist Christians.  If he is confirmed, the very wealthy will also be cheering since he is a supporter of the super-rich, who have no problem taking their private jets to Canada if someone in their family or mistress needs an abortion. The concentration of wealth and the elimination of social programs is what this is really about.
Categories: repealed, abortion, anger, christian,
Form: Limerick

Green Or Golden Age

When was that golden age for which you yearn?
A perfect Eden? where we’d yet to learn 
To conquer and to dominate the land
And Mother Nature held the upper hand
Did Earth confer a blessing or disdain?
When life for most held hunger fear and pain

Would you prefer to work from dawn ‘til night
To barely feed your own if there’s no blight
Would we not take from Earth its carbon treasure
That might then be our choice - resulting measure
A living: hard and brutish till truncated
Though Earth crust exploitation be abated

In wave on wave wild nature vectors veer
Forever repetitious changes steer
A cyclic challenge we may seek to stay
In vain protest against eternal fray
Though we must face, confront all strife revealed
Why inculpate what cannot be repealed

What if that blessed life-affirming vapour
That all green life on Earth has need to savour
With increase, plants and trees the more to nourish
Unintended consequence: all life to flourish
How ironic: that which many seek to ban
Could bring a golden age to life of man


Chosen subject for contest: Energy dependancy
Categories: repealed, earth, environment,
Form: Rhyme

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A No Win Situation

Time ran out, winner’s fans took to the field
But a ref pushed them back; forced them to yield
   A flag had been thrown
   And how fans did grown
A field goal was kicked; victory repealed



This actually happened in one of the football games I saw
last year.
Categories: repealed, funny, sports,
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Lost Battles

Lost Battles

Rubies and blue sapphires all winking in the sun
as they topple down the stream
today the bloodshed’s done.
Lo the fallen kingdom, the people all enslaved
wickedness upon them, not one will be saved.

Royal purple satin, overlaid in gold
carried in a babbling brook, 
collecting river mold.
Lo the bloody water, the desecrated field
carrion birds as judges, and naught will be repealed.

Broken swords and broken shields are littered all around,
the body of a crownless king
is prostrate on the ground.
His arms are reaching toward the bank and nothing in his hands
outstretched toward a kingdom lost, upon the bloodied sands.

So kneel and pledge your fealty to the headless royal crown
join it in the depths below, 
breathe in - and then just drown.
Or bow your head upon the blocks, the axe above you hangs
hunger for what once was yours, and suffer from the pangs.

No mercy will be given, no pardons and no grace
the foe is screaming at the gate, 
“Surrender, show your face!”
The only option left for you is rise and try to run
or join the captive sapphires all winking in the sun. 

10/13/16
Categories: repealed, conflict, corruption, loss, pain,
Form: Rhyme

The Search For Mentality

This is my search for the proper mentality
Ive realized I need to change myself drastically,
And Radically
I need to Change my whole inner Anatomy
On The search for a cure to my insanity
I just dont want to be another fatality
As I look around casually, trying to think rationally
But the only answer i can find is to change my whole personality
If i dont the pain will continue to grow rapidly 
In this calamity I lost you, but only to a mental catastrophe
But you looked into my eyes and said "it wasnt me"
So ill continue to be in this state of amity
Thankfully I lack apathy 
While i wait Ecstatically
For you come back to me,
In my time of need I tried to turn to christanity
Because They said the bible would hold the answers in reality
But my life needs to be lived emphatically
So id like to drop a bomb on your faith, **** the baptistry
And im sorry for all this blasphomy
My words of truth have turned into a rhapsody
And ive learned that The one of the real gifts you left me is was this constructive agony
My brain needs to be drained because its nearly at full capacity
My thoughts are endless and keep growing erratically 
Every thought of mine is full of confession, confusion and wishes for the future, 
Id call it a fantasy
Because I dream one day we will be living together, fantastically
And stop being held down by gravity
And ill float away with you in my arms
Now understand I say that with first meaning of audacity
And I feel like you are mine as if you were given to me through my born rights constitutionalily
And In my mind Our love was a given right that was ammended and ended with feelings of impartialily
But with time the amendment will be repealed happily, with no memory
And youll return to me randomly
And ill tell you "i wasnt worried" sarcastically
Because when you walked away it left a very deep cavity
i tried to fill it up with pathetic fallacy
but only you in my arms will fill it to the top dramatically
And nothing will ever be the same in my eyes and in my reality
Dont worry I dont say that unhappily 
Because missing you has caused me to fight and fix my life and my immorality
So now ill take a bow and say "thank you"
like im trying to end this theatrically
With your hand in mine and the proper punctuality.
Categories: repealed, angst, betrayal, dedication, emotions,
Form: Rhyme


The Snowy Cliffs With Bouffant Boulders

Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, 
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got pinched by burdock,
distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent;
I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength.   



My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior,
and I admired him for displaying  humor without repulsion, 
or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men
on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness.
Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up,
and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb;
we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals,
while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner. 



Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro,
drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello;
and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down.
After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone,
dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home;
we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love.    
And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown,
trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome?



Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered,
our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows,
as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass;
and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs.
Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous;
and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired...
staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own,
remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories: repealed, adventure, dedication, devotion, family,
Form: Ottava rima

Sanctify Trail

The drafting on of renaissance curtail
earmarks of goodly fortune, so avail
the breeding of contentment, this rest's hail
imbibes my soul's delivery with assail!

To caulk the artworks beauty, cover stale
in moment's grand assumption, empty, fail!
Consign my emptiness, this cross exhale
this masking of my enmity . . . not jail!

That looking up to fairness, merely wail
it is the struggles loss, I feel as ail,
that competitions toss, no matters nail
it were the season's gloss, not light to scale!

Life worth the moments leaving, not in braille
but focused earthly, counterpart eye's shale.
The washing of my eye, God split the rail,
and sanctify my enemies' worse trail! 


THE DEATH PENALTY ~  Voted back in Nebraska.  LB268 AGAINST passed last year, was repealed this November 8th, 2016!  REWATCH "DEAD MAN WALKING" 1995, Sean Penn, Susan Sarandon!  Sister Helen Prejean  On forgiveness!  "COMMENT:  "WHY DO WE KILL PEOPLE, TO TEACH PEOPLE THAT KILLING PEOPLE IS WRONG!"
Categories: repealed, forgiveness, prison, sorry,
Form: Monorhyme

Skoal!

It's "The Children's Hour," as Franklin Delano
dubbed it, proffering that famous profile, chin high,
cigarette holder clinched in good dental symmetry,
all the while flashing that celebrated smile.  He'd "Walk 
a Mile for a Camel," (or the Secret Service would)
while steering us through war, the Great Depression,
and a desert of dry times, not to mention wines, 
until he repealed Prohibition, restored civility 
and White House Happy Hour to the post meridian.  

Scotch or Brandy, his choice; mine, Chardonnay 
from Argentina, gaucho land of Peron and his Eva who 
demonstrated beauty and brains can survive 
in the same body: soul sister to Jayne Mansfield, 
hiding her IQ beneath a double-D cup.  So, Bottoms up, 
children, let the games begin!  What'll you have?  
Scotch on the Rocks, whiskey or gin?  A martini with 
two olives, one for you and one for your baby? 
Or several of those sweet ones that deck you, 
wreck you--three strikes and you're out under
apple, cranberry, or lemon-lime lightning?  

Come sip with me for cocktails and a concerto 
in my backyard, where afternoon wind wields a baton 
for sopranos in the pines, the marsh-myrtle's alto, 
and the fig's bellowing bass, empurpled and powerful.  
He wouldn't have it any other way: I'm THAT deep, 
he rails, wind's in my sails, and you, chattering
children should be practicing your scales.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: repealed, people
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Red, 1965

He entered the dark house 
	through the unlocked kitchen door, 
	his house until the separation,
	found his way 
	down the dark hallway 
	to the bedroom,  
	hid in the closet, 
	the door slightly open to 
	a clear view of the room 
	in the half-light of a full moon. 
	Sweaty clothes piled
	on the closet floor	
	didn’t matter; 
	he had other business.
	
	He settled in 
	for a long wait, 
	almost nodding off, 
	staying awake 
	by rocking toe to heel 
	in his Redwing boots, 
	left arm cramped 
	from gripping his gun. 
	He could have laid it on the floor, 
	but he might not have been 
	able to find it in the dark, 
	so he held it, 
	and waited.
	
	Soon enough. 
	there was laughter
	in the kitchen,
	metallic sounds of ice 
	dropped into glasses, 
	ardent whispers growing louder 
	as they moved to the bedroom, 
	dancing a bit, 
	arms around each other. 
	She turned on the bedside lamp. 
	Red removed her blouse; 
	she unbuttoned his shirt, 
	let it fall to the floor.

	He kicked the closet door open,
	stepped into the room, 
	raised his gun and shouted, 
	“It’s my turn to dance.” 

	Red turned... 
	Two bullets pierced his chest. 
	He fell backwards onto the bed, 	
	rolled off to the floor,
	didn’t move again.  
	
	The shooter stood quietly, 
	relieved and satisfied, 
	watching his wife 
	kneel beside Red’s body. 
	He sidestepped them, 
	switched off the light 
	at the open door,
	turned to look back, 
	said to himself,
	“That’s done...
	I need a drink.” 

	The murder was ruled justifiable homicide. 
	He was set free. 
	That’s the law down here in Texas.



	The applicable Texas law was written in 1856, and stated that, “Homicide is justifiable       when committed by the husband on anyone taken in the act of adultery with the wife, provided that 	the killing takes place before the parties to the act of adultery have separated.” Texas law considered these murders justifiable homicide, and completely excused the killing. The law was 		repealed in 1973.
	
	Paraphrased from “Law in Western United States,” 
	by Gordon Morris Bakken
Categories: repealed, murder, , western,
Form: Prose Poetry

Prohibition In the Usa

Prohibition began one hundred years ago in the USA.
People had their right to drink booze taken away.
This made people unhappy and they began to whine.
And this caused Al Capone to start peddling moonshine.
Capone was evil and because of him, people were killed.
On December 5 1933, the 18th Amendment was repealed.
People were very happy because prohibition came to an end.
They were as giddy as school girls to have the right to drink again.
Categories: repealed, drink, history, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Eighty Thousand Dollar Post

Eighty Thousand Dollar Post

A former headmaster at a way preppy school
Was fired for age and he thought it cruel
So he sued and they settled
Said we’re sorry we meddled
Keep quiet about it the rule

No discloser they all did agree
In the terms of the settlement plea
If anyone squealed
The money’s repealed
And that was how it had to be

Now the daughter of he who had won
Was sent off to Europe for fun
But what she did next
Left the school quite perplexed
And back to the court on the run

She went on to Facebook to brag
Ignoring the court ordered gag
When she let it slip
What had paid for the trip
The school quickly threw a red flag

They might have ignored the short boast
Except for her words bottommost
The words they said struck it
When she said they could “suck it”
And with that the payoff was toast

The court said the settlement’s breached
The father when last he was reached
Said I lost eighty grand
Her Facebook’s been banned
And oh how that little girl screeched
Categories: repealed, daughter, father daughter, words,
Form: Rhyme

Game of Clones

Another puppet government,
strings attached gone
Proxy power given to the corrupt —
a foreign gameplan
played wrong

The latest Queen gambit
was an Old World maneuver, with 
a neo-Roman tale spin

Place scepter power in a dummy hand;
textbook Machiavellian,
		marionette Afghan

Next to sit on the pyrite throne 
be the Taliban

Pass the fools gold goblet
unto the next Caligula tongue
Watch them get drunk on the power
of the grapes of wrath wrung

The deposed rulers were told
that Democracy 
was an alchemy elixir
If poured ethnic nitro right

But free market motives
get blown to hell
When the assimilation potion is given 
an unbalanced mixture sleight

Taste American prohibition,
drink deep that Liberty sour whiskey
Repealed smuggler mission,
promises made with a slurred speech

Who will be the next in line,
to sit on a shadow throne?
Cut from a Pinocchio design,
cast in the Game of Clones

When their lying power is spent,
and the subtil scepter is pawn passed on 
A mirror image pod replacement
will speak in the same surreptitious tone  


08-17-21
Categories: repealed, anxiety, death, history, wisdom,
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Silently -- Life Or Death

Silently, in a potter's field
Obsequious souls do yield
Unfettered from mortal pain
Lamenting to darkness in vain

Life in the physical sense
An existence with recompense
With a facade of vain pretense
Upon judgement the debt will commence

We are all far from perfection
Requiring daily reverent reflection
The conscience is the souls detection
Of our sinful insurrection

Death is simply life repealed
The wages we reap of sin are steep
Prepare as sheep for soon you'll sleep
Silently, in a potter's field

            Feb 3-2016  by Daniel Turner
Categories: repealed, philosophy, religious,
Form: Rhyme

Murphy and His Law

Murphy and His Law

Murphy’s Law, one might recall
expressed in simplest form-
states if failure is possible to befall-
it eventually will and that’s the norm.

I have personally tested Murphy’s Law-
so to this much I can stipulate-
it has to be responsible for all,
more so even than simply fate.

For me it seems change is inevitable-
except from a vending machine-
and either/or choices turn out regrettable-
although the odds to be right are even. 

As for Murphy’s Law I can see no reason
why it was passed or is even needed-
so I am thinking maybe to start a petition-
demanding the damned thing be repealed.
Categories: repealed, angst, humor,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
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