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Premium Member You, Me, and Candy

Love is the essence.

Your presence is flavor.

I'll savor you "Now and Later."

Your sweetness is one,

of many candies,

not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
 
I'm a "sucker" for you,

like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.

Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"

we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.

You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."

You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.

 
 
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.

"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."

Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"

as true love's meant to be.

We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"

then we'll twist into "Kisses."

Doesn't that sound delicious?

I'll lick your "Necco,"

as you tickle my ears.

My "Snickers" are so hard,

I'm brought to tears.

I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"

while you tenderly rub my back.

"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.

You make relaxing easy, 

like bendy "Laffy Taffy."

You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.

""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.

Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"

Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.

Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.

Call me your girl, or a playful tease.

You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."

When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.

You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."

We'd make great "Sugar Babies."

Maybe with lots of practice,

we might have "Twix."

We could name them "Mike & Ike,"

or something we both like.

You're such a "Big Hunk,"

and I love "Whoppers."

Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.




(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over 
correctly.)
Form: Rhyme

My Christmas Card Poem This Year

Winter is the last to the stage
The headlining act
Of a year almost gone

It has a few show stoppers up its sleeve
As Christmas and New Year
Prepare to put their best show on

Patiently waiting in the wings
Seeing Spring, Summer and Autumn
All take to the stage and perform

Its hard to follow in their footsteps
But winter hopes despite its coldness
To keep you happy and keep you warm

Happy Christmas
With love
For a new year soon to be

Have a wonderful time
This winter
With love from the heart of me....
© Jo Hayton  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Kadidlehopper's Burger Whoppers

Clem Kadidlehopper had two whoppers,
Two burgers with the works may be stoppers,
Double meat, egg, beetroot, tomato and cheese,
For a burger connoisseur this could only please,
No problem for Clem and his great big choppers.


alternate last line:  Clem woofed them down with his great big choppers.
Form: Limerick


The Great Bell of Bow

The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to me Pope in Rome

It’s Radio Rental I was just havin a George Raft 
A nice Beggar Boys Ass such a lovely Pigs Ear

I only popped out for a quick Gypsies
Not even time to upset me Chalfonts 

Me I’d Raspberry n Ripple em
But no leave it to the Bottle and Stoppers 

Called Uncle Wilf he just showed me the Henry Moore
Forced to use a Sherbet Dab to get to me Mickey Mouse 

I hope the Barnaby or the Garden Gate does em
If not up in Ding Dong or blessed with Surrey Docks 

There all covered in Dudleys and end up Hank Marvin
The J Arthur Rankers



Cockney Rhyming Slang

Steam Tug – Mug – fool- idiot
Porkies(pork Pies) – lies 
Tea leaf – thief
Jam Jar- Car
Half inched – pinched – stole
Nuclear Sub -pub
Christmas Eve it – believe it
Boracic (lint) –skint- no money
Pope in Rome – home
Radio Rental – mental-a silly situation 
George Raft – a draught beer
Beggar Boys Ass – Bass beer (from Burton) 
Pigs Ear – beer
Gypsies (kiss) - *iss
Chalfont (St Giles) – piles –haemorrhoids (sorry about that)
Raspberry and Ripple – cripple 
Bottle and Stoppers - coppers 
Uncle Wilf – filth –Police (sorry about that as well)
Henry Moore - door
Sherbet Dab – cab
Mickey Mouse – house
Barnaby (Rudge) – judge
Garden Gate – Magistrate
Ding Dong (Bell) – Hell
Surrey Docks – the pox
Dudley (Moore’s) - sores
Hank Marvin – starving
The J Arthur Rankers – *ankers
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Fond Memories

We weren't rich by any means
but our bellies were full and our clothes were clean

They didn't display those high priced names
but they wore fine just the same

We didn't ride around in fancy cars
Grandma saved pennies in a big glass jar

We learned early that money doesn't grow on trees
we also learned to say "thank you" and "please"

I mowed the grass in the summertime
My sister helped hang the clothes on the line

My cousin usually took out the trash
On Friday we'd each get seven dollars cash

At nigh we slept under a big window fan
It made the most comforting sound when it ran

We put a beaten on that old screen door
We must have popped it a million times or more

In the Fall we'd all gather up wood
and invite every kid in the neighborhood 

Grandaddy would build us a pretty good fire
We'd all roast hotdogs on coat hanger wires

Our first roller skates had metal wheels
with rubber stoppers on the backs of the heels

We had a paved alley alongside the house
You could see sparks when we skated around

Every couple of years we'd get a new bike
We'd attach playing cards to all of the spikes

We'd attach them with grandma's wooden clothespins
so it would sound like our bikes had motorcycle engines

As I look back on our childhood
I think we had it pretty good

We didn't need all the fancy stuff
We had each other and that was enough

Grandma's house was our favorite place
We'd never felt more loved and safe

That old house was home to us
It was the best even when we'd fight and fuss

Those memories to me are so crisp and clear
I will always hold them very dear
Form: Couplet

The Great Bell of Bow

The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to the Pope in Rome

It’s Radio Rental I was just havin a George Raft 
A nice Beggar Boys Ass such a lovely Pigs Ear

I only popped out for a quick Gypsies
Not even time to upset me Chalfonts 

Me I’d Raspberry n Ripple em
But no leave it to the Bottle and Stoppers 

Called Uncle Wilf he just showed me the Henry Moore
Forced to use a Sherbet Dab to get to me Mickey Mouse 

I hope the Barnaby or the Garden Gate does em
If not up in Ding Dong or blessed with Surrey Docks 

There all covered in Dudleys and end up Hank Marvin
The J Arthur Rankers

Cockney Rhyming Slang

Steam Tug – Mug  (fool- idiot)
Porkies(pork Pies) – lies 
Tea leaf – thief
Half inched – pinched  (stole)
Nuclear Sub -pub (public house)
Christmas Eve it – believe it
Boracic (lint) –skint  (no money)
Pope in Rome – home
Radio Rental – mental (a silly situation)
George Raft – a draught beer
Beggar Boys Ass – Bass beer (from Burton) 
Pigs Ear – beer
Gypsies (kiss) - piss (sorry about that)
Chalfonts (St Giles) – piles –haemorrhoids (sorry about that!)
Raspberry and Ripple – cripple 
Bottle and Stoppers - coppers 
Uncle Wilf – filth –Police (sorry about that as well!)
Henry Moore - door
Sherbet Dab – cab
Mickey Mouse – house
Barnaby (Rudge) – judge
Garden Gate – Magistrate
Ding Dong (Bell) – Hell
Surrey Docks – the pox 
Dudley (Moore’s) - sores
Hank Marvin – starving
The J Arthur Rankers – (w)ankers (very sorry about that!)
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.


Our First Home

before the key touched the door 
and even before 
the agent real-stated this, our home 
i heard the rafters, door stoppers and shutters 
rattle with our love 
i saw 
the garden you’d grow 
that’d so 
open my eyes 
i came to see too 
the me that came to know you 
i caught sight of what we were going to be 
before the key touched the door 
and what’s more 
i caught the sense of all who came into our dwell 
and as I caught them, they did me as well 
and oh, how they all knew 
each and everyone 
how well we had come 
into this. . . our first home

Premium Member Stank Breath and Funky Shoes Blues

Stank Breath and Funky Shoes Blues

I was at the soda shop the other day.
Met a cute girl there by the way,
Only thing about that I can see 
She had terrible stank breath...whooooeee !

On top of that, when I could again peruse, 
I gathered my wits and looked for advice I could choose.
But nothing came, so what did I have to lose.
So I sidled up beside that pretty thing 
that’s when I saw those funky shoes.

Oh man, stank breath and funky shoes, 
how on earth could a sane man choose
to woo that thing and maybe lose, 
to a bait of stank breath and funky shoes?

Well, I went to the Walmart store, 
and got stank breath stoppers, maybe ten or more.
I just didn’t want that stuff botherin’ me for shore
so I rubbed and I scrubbed til her feet were sore,
I most had blood dripping to the floor.
But I’ll tell you one thang, I had clean feet galore. 

Charles G. Henderson on the rampage again, Lord where is the Lone Ranger and Tonto? Where is Tarzan?
I maybe even need superman and the power rangers.  My funk has me towin’ the line,,,,,,,geeze grab me some of that krytonite stink stomper fast.... I’m leavin’, hep hep me Edith, no Carl you just stay where you are... I need edith.  
Oct. 7, 2019

My Latest Forte...this Oct. 7th,  2 days into being 83.  Gracious if I’d a knowed hit wuz this fine, Ida got a whole wad older...sooner.
Form: Rengay

A Better Life

When I was born, 
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.

What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.

My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a big party,
And celebrated as a happy day.
I have seen happiness around me.

My Aunty got jealous,
Not only with my Mum, 
Also with me, because
She had six daughters.

She knocked all religious doors,
And followed every single instruction,
But failed to have a male baby.
And her family were grown as Pumpkin.

She also kidnapped me, 
At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu,
Was arrested, when I was saved,
They were preparing me for a sacrifice.

For the happiness of a Statue God,
And believing to transfer my soul,
As a male in my Aunt’s family.
My life was a challenge to them.

My father said to her,
If you asked me to adopt my son,
As yours, believe me, I admit it,
But I am shame, you did this for me.

Do you believe? God will be happy,
To kill this innocent.
If it is easy to get something,
Society never stops to gain their wish.

My friends also hated me, 
I was clever in education
And healthy in sport.
They never appreciated my deeds.

Always introduced new stoppers.
People also minded about my Love,
When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl,
Her family was poor.

Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace,
And also humiliated me.
My family and relatives,
Ill-treated me, and provoked.

Her acceptance was only for a dowry.
I was honest and worked hard,
My innocence was also a crime.
Everyone get benefit to befool me.

My honest life was a misery
And everyone challenged me,
In a race of earnings,
They teased me when I was alive.

When I were died,
People also came to express sorrowness, 
And promised when I was absent,
Their feelings are with my family.

My life was empty,
And died with empty hands.
Religion and traditions are,
Society worshipping them.

But never accepted me a human,
As human, I didn’t understand,
Whatsoever made this system?
It is only for living.

A human born for living, to enjoy 
All free sources, as a human, who knows?
Insulted person has a better life.
After his death, in Heaven.
Form: Name

Premium Member Magic of a Mountain Climb

Rocky trail
Fallen trees
Fresh scent of pine leaves

Scattered acorns
Wild blooms
Thundering sounds of a graceful brook

Brightly red 
Cylindrical Snow flowers
Show-stoppers for enthusiastic hikers

Chirpy Jays
Traces of wild foxes
Immensity of rocky mainstays 

Spring storm
Shivery gales
Sprays of tiny snowflakes

Wood bridge
Nimble stream
Magic of a mountain climb
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers

Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker

Christians that go to hell 
will have one
Hell of a story to tell

       In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme 
Travelers the street  
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence 
Minders the prime 
Lenders the crime 
Numbers the prince 
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain 
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny 
Boppers  and hogg 
Sloppers with chart 
Toppers and good 
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party 
Poopers and hot 
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad 
Bastards 

Christians that go to hell 
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story 
          to tell
Form: Rhyme

Deus Et Tribulatione

time slides ever to the right,
neither scabrous skidding mark,
nor faint leavings of wisdom’s feast,
only gouged furrows, upturned days,

to love only ideas of love, 
inane this hate of a cruel gentle kiss,
blackened hollow, sunken chest,
banal sacraments bless clamoring voices,
blown down a narthex like noisy wraiths,
screaming attention emotional ear stoppers,

when I'm here- 
I'm there,

and when I'm there- 
I'm here,

a self wound-ed pocketwatch missing a chain,
endlessly inward, the self-seeing eye,
germinated in murky hothouses,
stumbling over obligatory roots along blood red claybanks,
wine and honey, summertime of days, 
flow past, rushing torrent of softer kisses unwetted,
aloof, removed, astrally projected, 

the world perceived in gloomy mastication,
a demented ascetic in a cold mountain niche,
grown older in the dimlight, stranger to himself,
nary the wiser, sunblinded, threadworn,
stumbling towards an emptier ending of,

impure unsaid poetry,

coagulated prose,
clotted in the footprint, 

trailing behind.
Form:

Do Unto Others

Welcome to the new millennium
Seven years in the making.
Forever forsaking.
Every year touted as the last one on earth
Yet we all know the worth
Of a dollar.
Holler if you hear someone knocking
On heavens door.
No one lives there any more.
We bury our ineptitude in Prozac
Leaving a chemtrail of excuses
For a meager existence.
Ya we got a persistence
Stuck tight to our convictions
All kinds of strange fictions
We can relate to.
Take two.
We wanna make an easy living
And we ain’t forgiving no one their ways
If they’re different from ours.
Mars is looking pretty good from here.
Nasa’s fear for the final escape from hell.
Oh well, I figure we’re better off without them
Let the Baptists shout them off and out a here.
How about a beer?
We have planning to do for after the fall
Damn prince is late for the ball
Again.
Men.
Third time then.
Had some ideas the sixties lost
In the purple haze that cost
Jimmy and Janice that open door
The gratefully dead rise once more
And walk among us for commercial benefit
A one hit one hit, never hurt a bit.
Even cowgirls get the blues
Just looking at all the used to’s.
Like clean water and air.
Really not fair
To the next generation.
What nation started the wars
And the what ifs and what fors
Mean nothing much
So out of touch
With our roots of empathy
Even the score
Take four.
Sugar plum fairies spun a new one
And LA went glitter. Get a baby sitter
We’re going for a ramble
A gamble, lose our homeland
To the security of perpetual debt
In the casinos of the golden carrot
Walmart shoppers
And show stoppers
Of celeb status
Getting at us
With attitude meant to be rude,
Exclude, ridiculed, died in the nude
Don’t mean to intrude,
but
Good company
Is so hard to come by
Buried like Pompeii
Wrapped in our denial
All the while
Our ship is sinking
And all the thinking
Hasn’t changed a lot.
All we got in the final analysis
is this.
Do unto others.
We’re all sisters and brothers
All nations
All our relations.

Premium Member The Tree Frog

The tree frog
Sings really loud songs
It sticks with rubber
Stoppers on any surface
Around__sings the rain
Down onto the ground

When in large numbers
Their singing is a pain
It can disrupt sleep
And they can lie about the rain
Lay those eggs  by the millions
On any water source

Complimentary

A candle is not a candle
without that string that 
runs inside it
An crystal earing is not 
an earing
without the hooks 
stoppers.
A school is not a school
without teachers or 
students
All things are 
complimentary.
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