Bahama Mama palm trees,
The island’s blue skies,
Lime and blueberry umbrellas.
Pink coral rays rolling out
A poetic zephyr of relaxation;
Massage of sun on shoulders.
Down we go, with the tubes,
Bumping walls, as water falls;
Playing seaweed footsie.
Approach of Autumn seas,
Stingrays and sharks of Atlantis,
Strolling in figure eights.
On the Royal’s 15th floor,
Entertained by Summer storm
and moonlit motifs on the shore.
Didn’t come close to sliding,
Beach wind calming,
Sipping my coconut rum.
Later three cherries float
in my runner, and a stranger
demands a fruitful repeat.
I don’t broach the subject
of cashing out; gambler, not;
Danger of sunken treasure.
Wrapped up this celebration;
a row of chairs, food to spare,
Hellos and Tatas. Wings lift, land.
COME TO THYE END OF THE BOW
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He played his fiddle
while we danced
while lunching toward
the completion of the task.
We was-ah putting up post
to put the tainer shed on.
It was found just beneath
the surface bout'ah
5 inches down near the
base of the tree it's
arare aoccasion for such
as silver is often found in
heavysands near mines
or in streambeds. Taint none
round here.96% pure bout
77 pounds.
Until he weighed it and said it
was 42 pounds.
My scale aint that far off.
I beleive this is one of
those devilish varmitts
preaacher warned us about.
he told me he'd take it in for the cashing.
I said to that man you must think I am
a fool. Censored due to a Lady being here.
Well he said
"Hugga dug and Ah-Frug will Thank you."
We needs ah Medation to solve this pendin
feud: due to his dishonesty!
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Avocado" Tinsel Toadwalk and "Tangles" Grisser Gamms
"Tare not you foul feind: put it on the scale"
alluvium:Abbraccia una rana e un cane ti ringrazierà.
sobering
North Star
shadows and a steeple
following the road to the bank
and another
cashing out
I hold on
to my husband’s hand
up inclines
up stairs
up and up
we’ve never been there
seeing the duskbow arch of clouds and pink
holding half a pizza
and a serving of Tagliatelle with sauce
walking off our unpaid meal
cashing out
serving up euros to Sicilian
of Germanic origin
the subtle path of lowing shadows
loving the path of lovers
needing to cool down
it’s Frühling Spring
We made a bet
I hope to win
And if I do
I'm cashing in
One kiss per poem
You promised me
If I reached 1,000
Collectively
So I made a wish
May it come true
You might not remember
But I certainly do
1,000 poems
I'm almost there
Then 1,000 kisses...
Everywhere
Next sound
Miss tick
Teaching you through like adu
Eat the line
Crawl up the vine
Inside your water, no wine
Code and color penal
Cashing under the welfare
Biggest duty push
He haw hackers purse strings
And dockers
Superfly newspapers
Wrapped around certificates like knockers
Your still here, hear with your eyes
Get it out of your mouth
Put publicity on silent
Give me 5 to 10 years no profit
Let it all fall, burn in to the problems
Noway y’all is progressive
Jazz aint today
Last night novels can’t eat eggs
Leader need an audience?
When wasn’t you borin?
Flapping aunt jackson
Face some sit down time
For once become not obvious
Because i know you think
But you respond to the dropper
Knew medication like diapers
Unqualified speakers too magnet
Flipping sausage like complaints
Deaf and defended
Clerically too many missing
Number one number, how many died
While you walk, no guard
Open and jawing
Demonic Life
Live alone, live alone, and live alone
Just with your thoughts, and desires
Desires, unrealized wills, dead lives
Just live the thoughts and the desires
Thoughts, created by desires, it is fine
Fine, penalty for the life, for your life
Live the days, live the nights; it is fine
The price of Life, your suffering; so fine
I do this, lovely this demonic war’s life
War again the evils of the ruler stars
I live on another planet from my star
Without God, Live in the outer dark
I live in the outer darkness; a bright life
The light is blinding me in the darkness
Evil angels are cashing me, it is my fine
But the Light clean me, Light gives see
Demonic life
Outcast life
Trapped desire
My life
Helps
Me
Light
sordid surroundings
make for Dickensian tales
~ poverty triumphs
They're cashing in on our misery
By making us go in circles
While they keep promising to deliver
On nothing cause nothing they've said holds water
They're cashing on our desperation
As all we can do is watch
Then they'll come back to tell us
That five years wasn't enough they want more
They know which buttons to push
While they tell us that we should too
We've been pushing the same buttons
But how will they work if they control the system
But what works in this system
Cause the rot has caught up everywhere
It's moved from their greedy selves
Now they want to cripple what was even working
I wonder what blinds us every election year
For we keep being blinded by the blind
Cause seemingly they also don't see our suffering
How then can we correct it if we also the problem
The PO£T
Cashing
A call centre job is a slave job
Like digging holes in the road
Or painting a truck with a toothbrush
Go work in a call centre
Do this do that all at once!
Multi task you’re all smart
Do more than one thing at once
We trained you and pay you
You’re the best so get on with it!
Make us some bloody money
It's sad to see how the scales
Have been tipping to one side
Taking from the poor to give the rich,
more power over the poor
Cause they buying out justice
It's sad cause for the longest time
Justice was the one thing that couldn't be bought
But it's now turned that Ceasar too is cashing on
And that walls of justice have turned its ears
The other way listening to chimes of dimes
It's sad that an inoccent can be made guilty
And the guilty walks free
What does it say about good and bad?
What then will we teach our kids?
If we not taking to the same teachings we show them
It's sad that however much we try
There's always a blind eye
Being turned over pages of justice
So with this poem I hope to put in order the mess
In this society ropes as my pen hits the mace, to silence injustice
The PO£T
Cashier's coffee cost to more
Cashier's coffee hope to score
Cashing coffee coast to shore
Casting coffee breaking moare
The Second Amendment guarantees
A basic right of Liberty
For good men and women to remain free
The right to bear arms
Law abiding citizens who do nothing wrong
The blame of mass murder on them does not belong
Why disarm them so they are doomed
Defenseless against the criminal goons
We have the right to our liberty
To protect our families and property
If we lose our guns we are no longer free
We will be subjected to pure evil tyranny
Arm citizenry is the best homeland defense
Keeps the enemies on the fence
To afraid to try to invade
American armed patriots will make you pay
So stop cashing in on tragedy
Develop a common sense strategy
No more proclaiming Gun Free Zones
A trained arm faculty will change that tone
Brandon don't take my guns away
Dangerous politics the dumb love to play
You spend trillions but not a penny to give
For our children to stay safe and live
People lashing out,
People cashing out,
People looking out,
People booking out,
People wearing out,
People staying out,
People growing out,
People freaking out,
People shouting out,
People rubbing out,
People knocking out,
People shopping out,
People shooting out,
People opting out.
Time running out.
Tired Angels
He was a lucky man by his side angels walked
or perhaps flittered a little jostling as they all wanted to be near him.
Absentminded, he came near the fiord walked across.
He was out cashing crabs that clung to the sheer cliff wall, yes, and a plastic bucket.
He got five crabs and walked back the same way the angels sweated he had trusted
(unknowingly) their blind faith in him,
to the point when some of them were at a point of giving up.
Looking after this person is hard. One angle sighed; the others mumbled in tacit agreement.
The angels watched him boil the crabs and eat everything, not offering them anything;
how could he?
We should have let go, one angel said, let him splash about with his bucket.
The thought of this made every angle laugh; one took out a harp and beautiful music-filled sea and
land with everlasting peace and the satisfaction of a job well done,
Paying repentance and biding my time
Scrounging around for my lost piece of rhyme
Waking up bleary and hitting the bricks
Thinking while scheming, getting my kicks
Presently cashing a low income check
Vigorously chasing another train wreck
Paying repentance and biding my time
Scrounging around for my lost piece of rhyme
So many choices, different points of thought
Mere moments in history when lifestyles were bought
Encrypted decisions creating new jobs
All for the pleasures of those who can rob
Paying repentance and biding my time
Scrounging around for my lost piece of rhyme
Wanting a gold bar stashed away in the bank
Thinking I’ll steal it from somebody’s rank
Reaching for coffee, I find solace again
Knowing full well I must start moving to win
Paying repentance and biding my time
Scrounging around for my lost piece of rhyme
Seeing the pictures and I love them all
Leave me believing I am trapped by the walls
Communication they say is my key
The words they speak though mean nothing to me
Lorraine.Peterson
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