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Premium Member Thought Police

I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police

Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping dogs rest
Do not question
Do not burn on passionate bonfires

I watch as they ready their weapons
They display arresting warrants through clouded glass
Fifty shades of bland
Cuffs dangling from bulging belts
Bound in self rightous blunder
They wait outside my door
Screaming bull horns command me to exit my paper freedom
I am blinded by search lights, forced to use my third eye
Fearful of their uniformed presence
How long will they be held at bay?

I hold their preconceptions hostage
They cannot see beyond their script
Trained in the warfare of ignorance 
They say "who are you, to question our authority?"

I answer
"I am the poet
The one who dreams beyond here and now
My words push through yesterday like a plow!
Yet I am gentle like the rain
Equal parts of pleasure and pain
A powerful detergent
I remove ancient stains
With my words I shake the ground
I will not be stopped by another's sound
Arrest me, yet you can't stop what I think
Within my mind I determine what I drink."

The thought police
Turn to another
The writings of our sisters and brothers
They wait, with cuffs in hand
Unable to understand
The few
The many
Who have joined hands
The poets
The thinkers
We take a stand



Inspired by Eileen Ghali's poem "The Hidden Woman"

Catie Lindsay's Heart of the matter contest.

Premium Member Warning - Certain Poets May Wish To Change Their Name

Well guys I’m going to tell you a secret
You don’t really know me
I have not been honest 
I am not who I say I am
Yesterday I discovered the real me…
I’m a ninja – yes honestly I’m a ninja
I have proof from www.anagrammer.com
Ninja Salol …………………….…..Jan Allison

So I thought I’d have fun with a few names here
Hope no one is offended.. but they are quite amusing!

Casual Pull …………………...... …… Paul Callus 
Diarrhetic Ande ….…………….Andrea Dietrich
Archaean Cans …………… …….Casarah Nance 
Ard Man ………………………….......……. Armand 
Hmm is Tit  ……………………....…….Tim Smith 
Savour Hart ……………………...…. Arthur Vaso 
ill can Jokes ……………………....….Jack Ellison 
Hencoop **** ………….….….…..Shane Cooper
Horny Rash Ram ……….………Harry Horsman
Lycra Nim ………………….…......……. Lyric Man
Go Mercurial Ire …………….….Maurice Rigoler
Peer over………………………......….….Eve Roper
Ramshackle Cure……………. Earl Schumacker
Salutes Sir…………………………....….Lei Strauss
Mercy Tis So ………….……....………Mystic Rose
Can Hear Microchip………Charmaine Chircop
Upgrade Gent…………………….….Peter Duggan
Warrants Done……………..….. Darren Watson
Sit Leprechaun................... Paul Schneiter



9th February 2015

Premium Member Search Your Heart

I fear people have lost their way,
hatred and lies now rule their day;
morals have faded over time.
Purchasing political will,
Big business is pardoned to kill
and perpetuate fear through crime.
Politicians kneel down to God,
but their devotion's a fraud.
For some, faith is but a pastime,
a mockery of true belief.

Exploiting people's pain and grief,
greed fuels anxiety's climb.
Alternative truths are just lies—
merely bigotry in disguise.
"Love thy neighbor" was God's decree,
not: manipulate them through fear.
Such behavior warrants a tear,
and I believe God would agree.

And yet, evangelists, meanwhile,
preach that immigrants are hostile.
Heaven's gate is locked; love's the key,
and no other will get you through.
Come judgment day, God will judge you;
that is Jesus's Divine decree.


Premium Member Two Ways To Deliver Justice

THE COMMANDER "IN" CHIEF" IS "IN" THE MILITARY"!!!!!! HE OR SHE GETS "TO BE",ALL AT THE SAME TIME: IN "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES!!! ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,NATIONAL GUARD!THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF GETS RELIEF ,AND WILL ALWAYS BE "JUDGED" BY CIVILIANS,AND MILITARY JUSTICE IN THIS "DEMOCRACY" TO MAKE "DEMOCRACY TRUE"!! IN DEMOCRACY WE STILL GIVE "THE ELECTRIC CHAIR" SO IT IS GOOD TO BE AWARE THAT IF YOU DO NOT "LOVE" : BE WARE OF THE ELECTRIC "CHAIR" FOR THOSE WHODO NOT CARE ABOUT "LOVE"!!!!THE RESIDENT WHO IS PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "THE ONLY ONE",WHO IS AND "UNDER"
,UNDER',UNDER, BOTH "MILITARY JUSTICE" "EVERY DAY",AND CIVIL JUSTICE EVERY DAY!!!!  THIS IS "THE U.S.A.!!! WE PRACTICE WHAT WE PREACH,AND WE REALIZE HOW TO "IMPEACH"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT AFTER ALL OF THE FACTS HAVE BEEN DISCLOSED THAT WARRANTS AN IMPEACHMENT ARE  DENIED THEN "MILITARY JUSTICE" WILL CAUSE "DEMOCRACY" TO SURVIVE" IN "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S  WRATHFUL EYES ON THOSE WHO WOULD NOT LOVE: THEY REJECTED LOVE,AND FINALLY FOUND "HELL BELOW"!!!! qUO-QUO-!!!IN "REALITY AND TRUTH "THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA" IS A "MILITARY MAN",AND WHEN "IN DOUBT OF IMPEACHEMENT" "THE U.S.A. PUTS  THE PRESIDENT IN MILITARY HANDS FOR JUSTICE,AND JUDGEMENT,AND LETS "WE THE PEOPLE" ASSIST " IN THAT PLAN"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT IS NOT IMPEACHED ,AND CONVICTED BY CIVILIAN COURTS,HE WILL BE PUT INTO "MILITARY COURTS": ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,AND THE NAVY SEALS,! HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED OR CONVICTED ,AND MIGHT BE IMPEACHED OR NOT: HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED ON THE SPOT? THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "COMMANDER IN CHIEF" OF "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES" ,AND IS "UNDER " MILITARY JUSTICE,AND UNDER CONGRESS,AND IS UNDER THE SENATE: THE ONLY RELIEF THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAS IS TO WORK FOR "WE THE PEOPLE",AND UPHOLD "DEMOCRACY",AND FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,AND SHOW HIS TAXES,AND HIS TAX RETURNS LIKE MOST REPUBLICANS DO,AND MUST DO OR PUT HIMSELF ABOVE MOST REPUBLICANS,BY NOT SHOWING HIS TAXES,AND REALLY PUTTING "HIMSELF" ABOVE "THE LAW"""!!!! LOVE IS THE LAW! NO MATTER WHAT WE DO WE CAN "DO" ONE" COMMANDEMENT" WHILE HAVING ORAL SEX! WE CAN LOVE!! THE PRESIDENT CAN PAY HIS FAIR SHARE OF TAXES OR BE IMPEACHED BY A MILITARY COURT,AND LOVE THE PEOPLE WHO ELECTED HIM WHO HAVE PAID THEIR TAXES!

Premium Member Sassy Sprite

Tinting crimson-colored clouds;
a blood-red sun sinks from sight.
And Luna slowly ascends,
sculpting shadows with Her light.

Luna's majestic rise can
induce a hypnotic trance.
For, She is a sassy sprite;
and muse to both song and dance.

She adorns the black of space;
like an orchid in the sky.
And when She is in full bloom;
Her beauty warrants a sigh.

Baying wolves pay Her homage;
howling their melodic tune.
And regale the Queen of Night;
celebrating the full moon.

Despite pitting skin and scars,
She evokes wishes and dreams.
And on enchanted evenings;
dances upon sparkling streams.

Cygnus Olor

Chaste and more graceful
Than the white canvassed Dhow:
Reclines sweet Nefertiti 
Upon a Blue Nile breeze.
Fabled entity more whiter
Than the purest white snow
That thickly blankets
And folds over the wide Pyrenees.

Dipped is thy beak 
Into a harvesters August sunset;
A Bohun proper,
Gorged and chained with a crown;
Tipped Argent quills
Thus scrawl across royal warrants:
Plodding, punctilious creature -
Of high born renown!

Proudly thy trumpet Lancastrian ascension,
Emblazoned on a Heraldic shield;
Pomp and indignation
Paddling alongside contemptuous scorn;
Sinuous neck of Serpentine undulations
Tensioned as if a Longbow -
On whose plaited strings
The sturdy Yeomans Bodkins were drawn!

And did Columbines mask
Ever hold such indignant eyes
For whose feathered heart
The diligent cob did attend?
His sedulous efforts
To court within impassioned grunts
When intertwining throats
Do abouts and lovingly wend.

O, Cygnus olor!
En monde bosse - glittering Dunstable jewel;
Pen and immortal verse
Chart beside heavens gilded streams.
For under old mariners discarded stars
And above silvered byways:
Whoop the beat of dusted wings
Inside slumbering clouds wandering dreams.


Premium Member The Majesty

Happy birthday wishes to Susan Lawrence today (29 Jan) - may your day be as beautiful and uplifting as your poetry and art.


Above a plain a mountain rises
 on it grows a forest green -
within that wood there stands a pine
 a talisman of growth unseen

Upon its branch there grows a cone
 inside that pinecone dwells a seed -
within its womb a prophecy
 of birth and life: a family tree

Through glorious forest sails a wind,
 an avatar of cleansing breath-
dispersing smoke, transporting rain
 to nourish life and stave off death

On restless wind there soars a lark,
 within its breast there dwells a song -
a tune set free from gravity
 a song of flight and liberty

Above the wind ascends the sun,
 its trek through space of lavish worth
delivering on thermal wave
 a warmth that warrants life on earth

Warmed by the sun's rays lies a shore
 with breakers polishing a shell -
when held up to attentive ear
 sounds like the sea - it calls to home

And from the mountain's summit soars
 an eagle, keen with sharpened eye -
 sees all creation in its lays:
 so magical yet ordinary 
 infinite yet temporary 
 the majesty of growth and birth
 of harmony throughout the earth:
 of nourishment and unity,
 of life and death and liberty,
 of home and warmth and family.

That eagle is the artist
 with a poet's far-reaching vision
And she carries on her wings a message
 to heal mankind of all division
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Silver Quest

I walk the beach in my special dream
led by overwhelming nostalgia
where hopes and dreams are lined in silver
encouraging me to continue into late Autumn
searching for that one special sea shell
a lonely reminder of my true love’s embrace

What I would give for one more embrace!
To me such a prize is not a dream
To think that possession of a tiny shell
would have the power beyond nostalgia
beyond the timeless beauty of Autumn
beyond the value of gold and silver

In reality, my hair has turned to silver
Memories of you I now embrace
in the throes of Winter, well past Autumn
Thoughts of you seem like a dream
Happiness has been replaced by nostalgia
I lie alone in my bed as an empty shell

I start each day donning a hard shell
Just as guarded against those who covet my silver
When conversation warrants, I discount nostalgia
Recommendations of others I am slow to embrace
Each day unfolds before me as a bad dream
Expectations and hope fall as do leaves of Autumn

But change is celebrated in the glory of Autumn
Nature reveals the protective qualities of a shell 
We can aspire to be better when we dream
True love cannot be bought with mere silver
Till we meet again, my memories of you I will embrace
There is room for hope through proper nostalgia

Beware of the rip currents of maladaptive nostalgia
Recognize that time falls behind in late Autumn
Hold close friends and family in a warm embrace
Do not seek isolation within an unyielding shell
Do not fear the future even as hair turns silver
Regardless of age, continue to hope and dream

With thoughts of you I will embrace nostalgia
I will revive the dreams we shared in late Autumn
I will continue my silver quest for that special shell
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

Traversing the Lucky Country

Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne
Glad are the late nights’ burnt

Bustling Bourke Street Mall
Epitome of a retail therapy’s call

The archaic Flinder’s Station
Scheduling warrants attention

Cho-chooing to Sydney
Never costs a kidney

The surmountable Clothes Hanger
Climbing it is not a head-banger

The romantic Sydney harbour
Releases lovers’ masquerade and cover

The stunning Opera House
Pit stop onwards to the south

The flora of the Botanical Garden
Seemingly children running at kindergarten 

The national parks of Wollongong
Hitting the musical notes of the gong

Rekindling memories of Bosman’s Bay
Is a paradise comes what may

Forgoing the isle of Tasmania
That would be the fear of Cradle Mountain mania

In the southern city of Hobart
Where we could relish a tart

Sailing off to Perth
That was never my berth

Discovering the untouched Fremantle
Goes to show an adventurer’s mantle

Diving the Great Barrier Reef
Provides a temporary relief

Coasting the white beaches of Gold Coast
The locals are but good hosts 

Annihilated by the waves of the Pacific
Almost make thee panic

Crisscrossing the plains of Adelaide
Part of the best plans’ laid

Allure of the Red Centre
Australia’s stunning epicentre

In the midst of a red desert
Harbour hopes to return and not divert

Discovering the monumental Alice
Go head to head with some malice

Sailing across Katherine’s Gorge
The fissures is a sight to watch

The northern tip of Darwin
Just like the pinnacle wanting to win

Ode to the Northern Territory
A journey of national geographic really

Viva the land of Oz
Paradise and grandiose she was

The Window Seat

Excuse me Miss
I have no intention of harming your shade,
But the seat you left vacant for me is rather 
absent. 
Absent of roses I could finally romance into 
smelling, absent of yin that could relax urges that 
might present a stroke 70 summers later. 

For some esoteric reason, this seat you’ve 
manipulated into occupying until tomorrow’s 
departure seems stable;
It has no opposition in waiting. 
So please Miss, introduce your window seat to 
me ever so kindly. 

You see the seat you offered in due time, does 
not welcome smiles. It’s cold, unfulfilling skin leaves 
me cautious; the torn fabric has failed my thoughts 
of safely time and time again. 

Hope won’t join my travels while married to this seat. 
I’m left contemplating questions of whether this 
is my sedentary companion for the next 100 years? 
But what is perhaps defined from amazing, is the 
glimpse you hold dominant in this seat. 

You’ve’ held this arrogant glow upon the leather, 
with no remorse for the penniless seat fillers. 
The carelessness of sight unvisited through the
multitude of generations is the lowest insult one
can fathom; with no refund offered as of yet. 
Miss, the window seat, please. 

You see, beyond the significant glory the seat
would offer, 
There is a silence of worries I wish to court, 
An everlasting view from peaceful quarters, that 
never warrants a superficial return. 
Specs without representation could meet their 
potential among the tranquil armchair. 
That is why my passions advance today; for there 
is a retreat looming. 

Miss I believe this is your exit. 
Remember change pauses for nobody’s unanswered
why. The knowing is what you will reap later. 
Farewell, descending one.

Violated

HELP! HELP!
 She is sinking,
 Sinking into the abyss of despair.
 Her brain is striken And her mind is stifled.
 She has been enervated.
 Her integrity is being manipulated,
 Irrationality acts as spring board to moral decadence,
 Opacity then entangles her efficiency
 While her eminence sleeps.
 She became vulnerable.
 Poor thing, she is raped, maimed and looted.
 Has she not been violated?
 Does her plight warrants a revolution?
 However, she demonstrated.
 She shrilled,
"No!", "No!"
 She pleaded with her predators.
 All these were to no avail
 Her future seems gloomy
 As the predators succeeded in orchestrating yet another tragedy.
 Engulfed in this evident realm of adversity.
 She sits and ponders
 With tears flooding her miserable cheeks.
 She then cried,
 HELP! HELP!
 I am sinking,
 Sinking into the abyss of despair.
© Ivan Cole  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Ubiquitous Smiles

An old boardwalk on the beach
offers a sensory treat,
early on a Summer's morn.

And Nature's artistic brush
encapsulates this hallmark
moment: where beauty excels.

Pastel panels of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
ink the boards, in abstract art.

Orange and blue commingle:
as a mix of sun and sea
collaborate on each hue.

And familiarity,
warrants a much closer look:
drawing you into the scene.

Canopies of skittish leaves
cast fickle freckles of shade:
between beams of dancing light.

Nostalgia finds pleasantries
that you thought long forgotten:
restoring their enchantment.

And placidity's achieved:
amidst ubiquitous smiles
and sounds of children's laughter.

In a Perfect World

cinquain

cosmos
of perfection
warrants man's scrutiny
finding our Father's fellowship
Eden

written 13 February 2016

Premium Member Four Legged Palettes

Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.

Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in their yard.
Birds, squirrels and mice fear 
the wrath of a red cat; 
sharp teeth and claws are swift when,
propelled by a red paw.

Yellow cats have a tendency
to leave surprise gastric gifts
on your carpet, as much as possible;
always apologizing with their pale,
jaundiced eyes.

The green cat personality is rare.
You’ll find them holding it all in 
until they get to that litter box.
Green behavior warrants a private box, 
along with a nice treat.
Green cats, can’t stand a stench
and will scratch litter for hours
to slay a screaming smell.

The purple cats
see every opportunity for affection 
and milk it.
Love emanates from their bones 
and cuddling is what they do best.
When purple cats offer a hug,
you cannot resist.

Beware the polka-dotted cat!
A love bite will quickly become 
piercing claws; 
shredding an arm in seconds.

Pink cats are Coveted cats.  
Children love pink cats 
and carry them everywhere.
Their serene and constant purring 
sings you to sleep, ever so gently.
A pink cats love is never-ending.

The rainbow personality, 
is the comedian of all cats.  
Light to dark and red to yellow; 
the court jester of the species.
these side-splitting, laugh factories, 
will never allow you to be bored.  
Keep a camera handy; 
rainbow cats are usually, 
fabulous video celebrities

Premium Member Deep Depression

A sullen sadness saturates my heart and soul:
nothing, outside of death, warrants a smile.
                          Hope lies dormant;
                            a dusty dream.

I am in a dark place where there is no sunshine;
a place where happiness does not exist.
I skirt the fringes of reality,
like a shadow of a shadow, cast in darkness.

        Numb to all but oblivion
        why would anyone rescue me?
                          I'm nothing, but
                            a speck of dust.

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