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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same

Premium Member Sick Old Bird: Collaboration

There once was a cranky old parrot
who had all the charms of a ferret.
She went to great ends
to get rid of friends
and now lives in a draft-y garret.

The draft made her sicker and sicker
which caused her to bicker and bicker.
She tried writing verse
which made matters worse
so that she would bicker much quicker!

She couldn't stop coughing and wheezing.
Her vanity there was no pleasing.
The truth of her curse
was no gift for verse
which she blamed on all of the breezing.

This made her get tougher and tougher.
Her verses got rougher and rougher.
She wouldn't stop writing,
but kept on delighting
in making the whole country suffer.

BY DALE GREGORY COZART

The parrot soon dropped off her high perch
From the top of an old silver birch
Now she’s no longer squawking
And her husband is walking
To see the old bird buried in church!

BY JAN ALLISON

Premium Member A Charmed Life

At five years old, starting out in kindergarten
I went to school with my favorite best friends
Girls and boys I’d known as my local hearten
The ones I loved so I had no need for amends

We lived on a farm that was above the school
And my grandfather often drove me there, too
It was there that I learned to follow each rule
Where I simply knew the good ways that I grew

It just so happened, that our family had to move
So into town I went where I found a new school
At this new school I found very few to approve
The kids there were all about being so very cruel

After trying to know these new boys and girls 
I finally realized that I was much better off alone
My past friendships had been such true pearls
That this new place begin to feel like I was grown

Somewhere amid the moving of my life to town
I discovered that I had lost the child who had been
She was alive inside, still wishing she wasn’t down
But there weren’t any new friends she could win

As the years passed by, my books got me through
But when I finally did find friends again in high school
They were wild and willful; the rebels were my crew
With these rougher crowd I was so sure I was cool

It would be years before I could finally look back
And see that the move away from our old farm
Led me to a loss that would haunt me with black
A world that was filled with loneliness and harm

When I see my old friends from those old days, long ago
I remember them with a sweetness that fills me up
They were the first relationships filled with love, although
The years that came later would teach me to standup

The moral of the story is that children feel the effects
Of loss, moves, divorce and other grown up decisions
If I could change it all, I don’t know what happens next
But I do know that love would be kinder with provisions

So if I could change one moment in my lifetime
It would be the day I moved away from that farm
Where I was so loved and known by that time
That I was content with my life that was such a charm



October 5, 2019
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Sponsored by: Silent One


I Still Feel Lost

Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you.
When I feel this way, it's so sad and I don't know what I'm going to do.
While you were on your deathbed, I asked God for a miracle when I prayed.
But he still took you after you had been my mother for over four decades.
When somebody has been a big part of your life for that long, it's very painful when they're taken.
When the doctor said you were going to die, I would've given anything if he had been mistaken.
It broke my heart to see you lie in that hospital bed and suffer.
The situation was bad enough but it was bound to get rougher.
Things became much worse when I woke up and saw that you had died.
At times I still feel lost without you and it tears me up on the inside.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

Premium Member Simply Mcgee

It was late one night when Finn walked in
And sat next to McGee at the bar
McGee, looking down was wearing a frown
While Finn lit up a cigar

Finn saw McGee was in mourning
By the black band he wore on his arm
And approached his friend so slowly
With tactfulness, Grace, mixed with charm
 
"McGee Who died ?, and were you two close ?"
Where the words that sprang from Finns lips
"It was me cousin Tim that passed"
Then, McGee raised a glass for a sip

"How old of a man was your cousin?"
McGee answered, "Still in his prime"
"Had he been sick and dying, 
Or victim of some kind crime?" 

"No, It happened while he was asleep" sighed McGee
"Well It good that he didn't suffer"
"True, But the folks on the bus he was driving, 
I'm thinking it was a wee rougher"

Dysfunctuation

I crashed into a language barrier

So they put me in an induced comma

As they re-calibrated my damaged grammar

Transforming my full stop into a full start


As I wake from my abbreviation
               I feel tense in the present
Realising that an apostrophe is now all 
              and nothing more I will ever be
I have a kindled yearning to compound 
              my spoken words with good intention
But I’ve become a symbol 
              that marks a past behaviour into memory


I stand in place of the person 
              whose ending is, with my start, synonymous
A person with their own tale
              which I can read but can’t understand
It’s my story, but a rougher drafted version
              Reading it I feel anonymous 
Is this where I’m killed off but my character returns?
              I find asylum asking questions, with an ampersand

And…


…The blurb on the back of life gives me the shorthand:
This is the punctuation that brings order 
In the arc of your lived life
And if you see problems with recalled quotations
Then choose to learn, or live with strife

And…

I’m not ready to die
So here I am
Prepared with notation
The things I’ve seen and learned combined
Swapping the chip on my shoulder 
For an indentation

And…

Don’t ever put down the pen while you’re still writing your history



And…


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Unintended Consequences

Everyone wants the world to change today
Why not, when so many people suffer?
Even in this scientific heyday,
Everyone still thinks they’ve got it rougher

And the visionaries with their grand schemes
I hate to sound like a cynical jerk
Ask before you buy into their daydreams:
How can they truly know how it all works?

I think it’s so far above my pay grade
To assume that I alone can mend it
Do you understand how the changes made 
Can cause problems that were not intended?

So, to avoid an unwanted error,
Please first fix the problem in the mirror!

4/10/16
For Contest: If you Could Change the World
Sponsor: Dan Kearley

My Inspiration- Eminem

Inspiring lyricist to many,
His rhymes are extremely varied,
at first I thought he was crazy, but in his stories I saw me,
trying to escape, always trying to make things right a little too late,
but remind yourself to never listen to the hate.
When you feel it, it' almost hard to believe it, you're probably destined for nothing less than great.
Then the pressure adds,you feel no other emotion besides to get mad,get loud, 
I'm simply losing my cool, called a fool for losing my sense of humor because i decided to like school.
Just like him, I did it for me, I wanted to get clean, my addiction was any drink containing some henny.
I no longer wanted to limit my abilities.
Life though seems longer,slower, and rougher but now I can remember life itself.
Now I see me.
There is beauty filled with insecurities, welcoming warmth,but a predators attack towards anyone who want to question me.
Painful past, fake ass home, it's like I was taught to put on some kind of show, but i refuse to take part in that anymore.
Just like him I'm discovering my roots, who I am along with all the truth.

Like It Was Before

It rained today 
Just like yesterday, just like the day before,
Just like it had rained two months ago.
It has rained for many years now.

It has rained, but no one 
pays attention anymore –a boring drizzle
one can get used to, and one can live with.  
And so men on earth have done, 
lived with it for many years now.

At first, everyone wondered why it rained so much;
Would it ever stop, so that we can live life like it was before- 
under the sun, always warm, always happy? 

But it seems it will not stop, 
it seems heavier rains loom, 
and rougher storms,
where mere life is at stake. 

Eventually, the sun will also emerge, 
but faintly; with tender rays 
that cannot make us warm, 
that cannot make us forget the rain. 

They say, though, that one only has to get used
to the rain, and forget that it is there, 
and that it is raining. 
Then, they say, things will get better, 
we will find joy in the little things, 
and all will be like it was before.

Man Vs Woman

The very softest forms 
Of martial arts
Tai chi 
It’s very similar to a dance.
You’re a dancer who dodges. 
And aikido
for when things get a little rougher. 

These seek to do no harm to a predator
To disarm with the least amount of force. This woman does aspire
Chi point strikes are more dangerous to your opponent, and fellow being.
If you choose to learn them, okay. That’s your choice. 
You are always in the process of gathering tools.

It sickens me to hear of advice
Of gouging with keys 
And other flimsy 
means.

How are you supposed to take care of yourself?

Or worse, seeking to do the most harm with the least amount of effort
S. I. N. G.
That is not a type of “singing” I’d EVER endorse. 
It boils my blood. That stupid coincidence-

That is laziness
And inability to feel empathy
Plain and simple.

“Miss Congeniality” 
Sandra Bullock 
She punches and beats up that man that did NOTHING.
There’s nothing congenial 
about targeting someone’s genitals. 
And then teased him

And everyone LAUGHED.

Who’s the sociopath now?
Or the SADIST???

If a man punched a woman anywhere
And then taunted her
You would be baying for his blood. 

Like lionesses who wolf down dogs cowering
You are not that different.
You’re the same species. 
Sheesh.

Premium Member Degree of Maturity

Have you ever wondered? 
Being in an adult blunder 
A reason for going to class 
Besides the well-known intellectual pass 
Is it to learn the alphabet?
Addition subtraction you may get
Going to the swing set for fun 
After morning school work is done 
Lessons get tougher 
Recesses physical education play is rougher 
Dissect a frog 
Read the Odyssey Greek log 
Experience another language like English Shakespeare
Experimenting wiping your first ‘in love’ tear 
Relationships come along 
Figuring out who is really in the wrong 
Respecting alternative lives 
Not giving a bother to the neighbors who are two husbands or wives 
Going off to a higher level 
Where some are angels others are devils 
Sharing dorm rooms 
Walking back from the library under the moon 
Having a serious set back 
And a fraternity support with a paddy whack 
Sorority sisters are all right  
Waiting for a passionate slobbery bite 
Four years later you turn your tassel 
Return to Mom and Dad’s castle 
Food on the table 
Free cable 
First job 
Is an easy lob 
Getting a start 
Pushing the mail cart 
Reality has no happy hour 
Invited to the executive lounge to be introduced to power 
Boss gets nailed 
You end up in jail 
Who pays the bail? 
Parents docking from a vacation sail 
Life is cruel 
Is the golden rule 
Stay independent 
Avoid resentment 
Enjoy the short time here 
By passing another six pack of Corona Beer

The City That I Love

I decided to drive through the city today 
Instead of the freeway.  And,

I still remember when we first met.  
It was like receiving my little red bike under the tree
so long ago. The excitement of something so new, 
so shiny.  I was just so impatient to take you out 
and tour your beautiful boulevards, striving to
explore every block of you—one by one.
You were a skyscraper that reached so high 
that you ripped the very fabric of my sky 
and spilled fortunate stars like 
glitter on my existence. 
The rain never came. And, I felt it never could. 
I would just hold you like a crane—breathless. 
All those delirious nights that lasted ‘til dawn.  
And the laughter, think back how we laughed, 
out loud, that it would echo through the alleys 
and above to places the pavement couldn’t reach.  
My mouth got wet with just a whisper 
of your name on my breath. And I gorged, 
oh how I gorged at the restaurants of
your soul until there was no room left and 
I was ripe and plump for the picking.  
All the boroughs of you,  
I thought, would never stop growing.

Now, the constant sun (that used to be there) 
can barely break the fog from your buildings and
beyond. When did your sky turn into a sponge of 
liquid silt that I squeezed and squished
over my head—constantly?  It feels like I never
have an umbrella anymore. The roads got 
rougher and the cracks grew into fissures 
in need of desperate repair. Some, 
beyond repair.  Where did it all go?
Time can be so careless and relentless.  
You have been torn down and rebuilt 
in my mind, many, many times
to unrecognizable sizes. 
It all just got confusing and crowded, right? 
We saw all the signs and signals
steering us in the wrong direction.
But, we journeyed on,
slowly—never surely.  
The whole thing, everything, now,
just looks like the homeless from the 
thoughtlessness and neglect of it all.  
It was just red light after red light.

I saw our favorite restaurant, 
still standing on our favorite corner.  
And at that moment, I remembered, how much

I still love you.

The Fate of a Soldier

It was a special day and he’d hardly said his vows
When some gory militants struck in the northern part,
The groom’s suit he replaced with the soldier’s uniform
And the merry radiance faded to reflect his troubled heart. 

As the journey north spiraled into the prickly thickets
He still heard the cheery songs cut short by the duty’s call,
The charm of his newly-wed’s kiss hung on his drying lips
And still could hear the echoing claps of those in the hall.

“The soldier’s portion is as bitter as gall…”
He thought as the precarious road got rougher.
The soldier must pay for the civilians’ peace,
By being self-denying, and sacrificially tougher.

And so our soldier and his mates were ambushed
By the enemy fire that caught them by surprise.
The newly-wed wife anxiously awaited the news
Of the operation that led to her hubby’s demise.

This unfortunate guy’s fate is what a soldier daily faces
Simply to guarantee the civilian the happiness he chases.

Honorable Soldier

They say my duty is to protect the lands
Defend it! Even with your bare hands
I train so hard in the sun and rain
To become stronger, something to gain
Task after task it gets tougher
My heart and skin become rougher
Learning how to become a predator
I was chosen for this, not just a visitor
Aim for your target's heart
Kill him, find another one, restart
Gradually, I lose all emotion
Combat is my only devotion
Suddenly terrors outbreak
Our country is at stake
What are we going to do?
Start a war, come soldier, you!
Surely, the fight begins
But who are the villains?
I didn't have time to think
These dots to link
I was at war
Fighting like a wild boar
Killing as many enemies as I can
This terror, I will surely ban
An enemy tries to run
I kill him just for fun
Wait! Am I enjoying this?
What is this unholy bliss?
Feeling delight by making others suffer
What is it that I offer?
Wasn't it peace and tranquility?
How come I'm committing infidelity?
I look around, the seeds of hell
Have all come out of their shell
Pointless murdering
Me and my fleet are shouldering
Countless cases of rape
Committed by the heroes wearing the cape
The land we were supposed to protect
With corruption, it, We did infect
Following orders from above
All our humanity we had to shove
Why didn't we ask first?
Why, for blood, did we thirst?
The enemy I killed was just a kid
Going back to a place where he hid
To the world, I'm a hero
Personally, I'm just a zero
My humanity is back
Taking me to the right track
But I'm chained to my regret
A shame that I can't neglect
Although, I did quit the war
It’s not enough to pay back the score
I got a soul, yet I'm just a boulder
I am the honorable soldier
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Premium Member Lady Luckless

Lady luck she'll steal your soul 
She'll cure the heartache and she'll ease the pain 
She'll put you on a level with the devil 
But you'll pay to pass this way again

Lady luck don't ever let me down 
I swam a river o' whiskey an' I didn't drown
Tried to beat the Devil at his own game
Love's passed me by but it'll burn again

chorus
Lady luck be good to me
Come show me things I never dared to see
Tho' the tide of time is flowing endlessly
Sweet lady luck be good to me

I've known some girls who'd laugh at shame
I've seen some women who could cure the lame
It's a rougher ride down the faster lane
Sweet lady luck's too wild to tame

Well the days remorse has gone 'n' run it's course
Let there come a time when there will be no sorrow 
Now I'm drunk again an' I don't feel the pain 
I'm gonna give it up, but not until tomorrow

chorus
Lady luck be good to me
Come show me things I never dared to see
Tho' the tide of time is flowing endlessly
Sweet lady luck be good to me

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