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On Friends

They Call themselves friends , but then they deceive you.
Their hearts are merely full of evny and treacherousness.
They plot to exploit you and take advantage.
They are only friends for benefits.
They seek only friends with benfits.
The minute you cannot help or assist them, they leave or elope.
When you can offer them something they tag you the nicest friend.
The minute you are broke or broken you cannot see them of find them.
For you are now no use to them.
They forsake you just so.
They exibit not one iota of loyalty or sincerity or stickability.
they are soo devious it's not funny.
But Remember they are your friends.
Yea yet they are friends. Friends to the end. Only what end?
Yet noty all friends are like that, there are a few true true friends.
Uncondional, consumate, most genuine, not mimic.
Cherish them most kindly and warmly.

Leaking You

Sometimes is it is the smallest detail
The inconspicuous that gives it away
The wrinkle at the corner of your eye
The slight curl on your lip
The altered tone in your voice
You try to hold it in
Keep the secret safe within
But your body betrays you
Leaking signs 
That contradict your conversation
Some may overlook
Others adept at perception
Will notice each incongruence
And turn it into an opportunity
To better match their offering
Consciously or unconsciously
Morphing their responses
To better suit your mood
And receptivity
With consumate ease
The dance of persuasion
A naked truth
Your cues beyond words
Leading your conclusion
Unknowingly
Unwittingly
The silent clues you broadcast
Responsible for your fate

Flowing While Knowing and Growing

Poems just seem to  keep flowing,
That as usual have been knowing,
Then on you growing and growing
Way in which wind will be blowing.

when brown was cute cow
she always seemed to know how
to do things here and now

God I often met
standard He will surely set
Him no need to vet

John Lewis stated fact
depends on how you react
also interact

for poem God had sought
when I found my random thought
with a pleasing plot

God gave me a trait
write poems that communicate
which will become great

great has been our beach
many lessons it will teach
God we must beseech

NATO needed break
difference Biden can make
much has been at steak

with God did have date
my sins from me will vacate
deal would consumate

Orison

Orison

We all sinners since we are beginners,
Regardless the forbidden fruit filled the stomachs of our ancestors.

He believes in us, but do we believe in him?
Feeding on negativity thus not anticipating the results to be positive,
Praying for miracles, expecting mythical gods to consumate what we polluted.

I hope redemption through salvation remains on the cards.
Dark, dreadful, dead-pan is the society we breath on.
Freedom through the consensus with a sphnyx, please forgive us we are simply victims of life....

Amen!

More of Horn Horrendous Haiku

More of Horn Horrendous Haiku

new account create
we found success in our fate
and then celebrate

had been incumbent
of entire government
not sure what they meant

while we had been cursed
scenario which was worst
like a bubble burst

after hard had tried
always let God be my guide
He kept me in stride

errors in report
what we did as last resort
mission would abort

what we always dred
had raised interest rate by fed
stopped using club med

cleaning section meet
and again we may repeat
wipe off toilet seat

they could quarantine
best for people always mean
betwixt and between

chickens re raising
large egg production praising
really amazing

must try to relate
After we will immigrate
then did consumate

would try to elude
while we had been very crude
being in the nude

quiet with no sound
was agony all around
fear there we had found

money may be cheap
up stock market prices creep
counted some more sheep

we then took a tour
merrimack and monitor
loved each one for sure

Jim Horn

The Elvis Concert

I dream of giving an Elvis concert,
To learn his popular songs.

Stand on the stage and sing,
"Wise man say" or "Are you lonesome tonight".

These are my favorite songs,
The day I sang to the dinning-hall friends.

There are many more good songs,
That I have to remember.

When they heard me they applauded,
And seemed to enjoy that.

He is my favorite performer,
He acts and sings, a great performer of the century.

I am a real fan of his acting and songs,
When you leave his performance.

You will wish to hear more,
He is a consumate actor and performer.

He leaves you begging for more,
A brilliant man on stage and screen.

The Elvis competition in Collingwood,
A musical career awaits, a movie career next.

Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz

Elementary

The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

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Median

Constantly stand where the rain and dry meet
Where light and dark consumate
Where sound dies and silence is born
Forever Tepid

Stalker Shocker

I have you in my sights, my handsome prey
each move you make, I know them all by heart
the time's not right, and so I let you play
but soon I'll bind you up, never to part

Though you don't know it yet, you're mine to keep
Mine to possess, mine to manipulate
obsession fueled, my craving runs so deep
Reality with dreams I'll consumate

You'll come to love the confines of my arms
enshrined within my walls is satin bliss
At last, you'll notice all my hidden charms
And taste the sweetness of forbidden kiss

For now, you texts and calls, I'll read and hear
each code and every password I will hack
I'll lie in shadows, waiting till you're near
and then you'll find yourself under attack

Give in and then give up all else but me
you have no need for others; hush your voice
I will remove the blindfold; look and see
Though captive now, you'll soon love me by choice

Eileen Manassian
Late for the stalker contest, but I was inspired

Indigenous Feel of Peaceful Love

Indigenous feel of peaceful love Interferencing touch of skin 
 There has been no where better I have been 
So empowered , clean , free 
  Often like Im at ease , drinking a tea , 

With stream , 
 Although a dream It may seem 

Weightlessly I can consumate 
a lot more tonnage 
At lifes pondurousness , 

Positive evoke , Energy we soak ,
 Life comes on a stroke , but we stroke ...
 So much left to unlock . 

Potential in the abnormality , we catch stars with dignity , 
  As one comes as one goes
  Fly Away.. the crows 
  Come over , our doves 
  Closer together , the line draws 
  the hole hollows 
 
 Heart follows 
   Sweet marshmellows 
   and melons 
   
We're here in the comfort 
     in the fort of love

Rozalia P. XS

As It Is Structured Prose

The prescence of aspects in common,
a reminder of a consumate manner,
scattered as images.This cultivated
taste,real never reverential prompted
by inner signals,with obesessions 
ever reflective of mood and feeling.

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Memories of Happiness

Like the Turtles, our happiness shared when getting together
bitterness of winter shed, our love radiated hot weather
hand in hand, we thought forever, you made me feel so grand
the smile on your face,  the glow of my heart
while it raced,  it hurt to be apart
Cupid had got us with a dart!
With a passion burning hotter than molten steel
fell for each other, head over heels
with a momentum quicker than rolling wheels
This, is how love truly madly feels.
In your company, life was a breeze
leaping over mountains with consumate ease
these chains around my heart, you alone held the keys
to bring you joy, I would have done, anything to please.
Our live's moulded around each other
the twisted entaglement of a serious lover
cease the search, don't want another.
Quite often, we had a blast
if only we could have made it last,
we rocked each others lives
and buzzed louder than beehives
the good times we did thrive

The ties that bind and the webs we weave
sadness tore my heart, when I had to leave
for all felt dead and it was time to grieve
lots of tears on my jumper sleeve.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull

Canine Demise

Love lies languishing
In a state of remorse
Attention is given
As death takes its course

Tears drain the eyes
At the sight of my friend
My heart is breaking
While watching the end

A shroud of sadness
Blankets my soul
Knowing that soon
I'll be digging a hole

Memories of past
Are sadly recalled
The way that he'd run
And chase for his ball

A tail that would curl
And happily wag
Now lies dormant
With sad eyes that sag

The vet can do nothing
As age takes its toll
Just give him comfort
Is what I am told

So he sleeps at my feet
My consumate friend
I'll love him forever
Even after the end


Rockman   


His name is Cow. I let him out a little while ago but I don't know if he'll be coming 
back in.  :-(  

1:20 am 6/23/2011

Update: I carried him in at 2:50 am. He died at 3:01 am.  I burried him in the early morning light of the 23rd.

Goodbye my friend.

He actually died from the Parvo virus. It's a quick killer and nothing can be done when they get it. Get your pets vaccinated and keep up with them. 

The book is closed.

Only Medium Aware Today

Irrelevant anomaly?
individual autonomy

Irreverent reality
(consumate depravity)

Continuing disparity
divisive inhumanity

Nhilist demographics
insidiously tragic...

Two Little Boxes Part 2

A wedding ring and locket
Were the only things inside
Two pictures in the locket
Of a husband and his bride

Trembling hands replaced the gold
And re-tied all the strings
Everyone felt guilty
As they viewed these precious things

The second box held letters
Written by a soldiers hand
Post-marked 1995
From a distant desert land

Also there, another note
From U.S. government
Expressing deepest sorrow
And concern for her lament

Everyone now understood
How Marys life was frayed
Her only son was lost to war
And husband passed away

Two tiny little boxes
Were her only claim to life
The consumate devotion
Of a mother and a wife

When there was nothing left to have
That's when she came to stay
Enjoying every hour there
Until she passed away

So pray for Mary in your thoughts
And know she's not alone
She's bathed in precious glory
As she's finally made it home


Rockman

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