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HONORING WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH

All Women everywhere
Believing in themselves
Achievers in courage
Determined minds
Desired attributes
Educated mission
Dedication guide
Established
Some are not famous and names acquainted
The women are contributors to society and values famous or not
Accepting challenges from opposition
Not afraid to fulfill goals
True Leaders inside and out
Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding coming together as one
True Thinkers
Concept, Agenda and Theory all their own
Stories never told
They are any women being bold
Turning complexity into simplicity
Explanations with proven research
Key word is Values
Characteristics in Sustaining, Willing and Fulfilling
Women are always visualizing in improvements in making living better
Their abilities are what keeps them among
On this month of Women’s History Month
A time to applaud every women that has established in their own right.

breakfast

breakfast

We have views of the ocean 
that today looks as poets, say "sun-kissed"
ok, so it is winter sun
sitting inside looking out, it doesn't matter
our first meal of the day is modest 
toasts, cheese, and sliced bananas 
I have glanced at the morning papers
on the net, the London -Guardian covers
news, but I care less about some contributors
who are biased towards, Russia and repeats
 the same lies about Putin
also against Trump
None of this matters today the view is
of the sea, is marvelous and the TV is off

MARRIAGE

Once upon a time ago,
An act of marriage was made so.
Film and sound both intertwined
And made a movie when combined.
At first, colour was not in sight...
Merely greys of black-and-white.
Ceremonies made in silence
Without gratuitous sex or violence.
As time went on, movies evolved
With many contributors involved.
The inclusion of colour and soundtracks
Enhanced what some pictures would lack.
Cameras of stock and sprockets
Would eventually fit into pockets.
Anyone can perform marriage
These days with the correct carriage.
These words are a mere summation
Of imagination and inspiration
That cinema has given me...
Thank you for all I hear and see.

Light Up Dark Rooms

The dark rooms in one’s mind unlit, 
One is heading straight for a pit:
Will not take long the spot hit
While the injury just won’t fit!

Then, for dark rooms of the mind sit
As things about them have been writ
By pens with more goals than wished with, 
Knowledge conjured and teeth won’t  grit,
The–seen–with-the eye not a slit 
And moved legs won’t fall into pit.. 

My time I’d given Charles Rycroft 
And my anxieties just got soft;
On Neurosis supremely coughed,
Where contributors can have bluffed

Sincere Suggestions

I have wondered what Poetry Soup would be like
If poems submitted were subject to critical eyes
And contributors were free to critique the poems,
To say how they really feel about a poem, to analyze.

Of course, it cannot be, for we are a thin-skinned bunch
Often our feelings are hurt by the slightest correction
And, I am of the opinion having been here for a while
We all think we are so fantastic, we need no inspection.

Well, I, for one, realize my poetry would be much better
If I had the opinion of those who could read me critically
Not those who would merely wish to tear me down,
But who would help me become a better poet, literally.

I would welcome those kinds of sincere suggestions
Although, I must warn you, I don’t accept advice so well
So, be careful how you approach my best efforts,
I know my poems would improve if they laid aside a spell.

With this being said, let’s continue to be kind to each other
Appreciating each other’s comments and camaraderie,
But, if you see an obvious mistake in one of my offerings
Do not hesitate! Please, by all means, point it out to me. 

Written November 27, 2022

Labor Day Wishes

                  Labor Day Blessings 


        Congratulations to all who work.
        Oh, how I admire you and salute you.
        You, the opposite of the easy way out!
        Substantial citizens, one and all.
        You did not fall, to the freeloading call.
        Contributors to this great nation.
        Angels, you are, such a contribution!



                           9/8/2021

The Forbidden Metaverses

Questions that can't be Answered 
vs Answers that can't be Questioned. 
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the 
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.

Light, is it beaming? 
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity. 
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you? 

Over sunsets cover, lies are lies, 
but all one truth. 
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you. 
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost", 
they deserve a future-with our protections too. 
Although, 
it would be interesting to know, 
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how 
refection can work, like a mirror, image, 
of the Beast, in you.

As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.

You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.

Winner Takes All

Winner takes all

 He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself, 
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
 even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded 
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women, 
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour, 
asks him if he has done the dishes? No! He says folding his arms in protest.
Do them now the cleaning lady is coming, she may think badly about us.
Triumph, at last, he thinks, typical female worries about silly things.

Late For Halloween

From 2011 to 2013   I was a member of the online social group called The "SteamPunk Empire"  and wrote poetry and stories for the site. I created a group of 67 renegade contributors (Very funny I might add) called "The Gear Of Rejection" with several sub-groups within it. My Favorite one was named "Zombie Station" Under which I wrote using the Pseudonym "Zack The Zombie Dude". This is my station and this is my poem.

The Station

In the mist---you hear the hissing
Of the train that you've been missing
And you know you're getting near
To the Station that you fear
For the engineer is dead
There's no brain inside his head
But his thoughts---still remain
And this drives you quite insane
Now that passengers start boarding
Is it death the coach is hoarding ?
And it's waiting there for you
What on this earth will you do.............
Come and stand here at the wicket ?
To receive your one way ticket
And the price of this toll ?
Is your brain and you soul

  JT Curtis ......AKA ....Zack The Zombie Dude

Greatness

Make America great again.
What does that truly mean?
The signs of prosperity wax and wane
  much like the shine of the moon.
Sometimes full and brilliant
  others dull, emptied and clouded.
There are three lives in America
  the rich and prosperous privileged
The poor and often lost, forgottens, 
  the lonely in the shadows
And the in betweens
  neither rich nor poor
Sustainees of America
  struggling but secure in their efforts
The taxed and charitable contributors to both
  the rich and the poor, foreign and domestic
still here, still working, still hopeful
  that America remain open and lead
with truth, honesty, compassion and constant hope
 there in lay
  its greatness.

Class That Pays the Bills

Contributors and part of the import
get rewards to reduce their luggage
good life to their families, they transport
no matter the salary or wages
they barely can give a very good fly
with no connection to life being racial
but on any smooth surface, they can ply
as good living exists beyond facial
in a great balance neither fast nor slow
to the affluent is a thin partition
but too much credits make the time bomb blow
to adopt a long life of subtraction
to be employed is a good name to bear
as cash flow will always remain near.

The Continuator

There’s no such thing as a continuator, 
Or that is what we must assume freely, 
To think as relational people, proper, 
To function today as contributors truly.

We have a continuator if suicidal thoughts, 
Encompass and claim to wreck our posture;
Someone to fall back on to ignite and cox, 
Someone to give us our usual composure. 

But that is exceptional and mustn’t exist, 
Our saviours mustn’t exist in the assumptions, 
Of our relationships, steadfast or even a cyst:
Our correlations must take our idempotent ions. 

We are all autonomous people, whole beings, 
Able to legislate our own freedom and our pen, 
And so if you leave us looking with hangings,
For an unlocatable god, then just stay in the den!

I Googled My Self Silly

A popular trend today is to google the names of friends 
A phenomenon born of curiosity and not a little trepidation.
They could be criminals on the run or worse it all depends
May be they’re contributors to the poetry foundation
As soon as it begins my query ends
because my name seems to be all over creation
yet I find nothing about the me that I know
so It’s time to end this fascination
For me it’s time just to let it go

Prayer-Room

To All of our prayer warriors a message I bring.
The prayerroom is up and running again.
Come and look in on our new site.
Join us in prayer it will be a delight...

Please come join me on Prayer Room

Hello! I've just started a new Wetpaint wiki called "Prayer Room" . A wiki can only grow
and thrive through the efforts of its community of contributors - and I want you to be one
of them. Come check out what I've done so far and lend a hand! Tell others about the site
too, and the Room shall grow sharing God s love.

Cheers,
tikat / Elaine Young Vachon/Prayer Room, (aka tikat)
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Newspapers

They are on the verge of extinction
Now in reading them there is no fun
Electronic media rendered them redundant
Yellow journalism made them defunct
Like a beggar they hanker after ad
Their glamour of late has begun to fade
Editors now grope for thrilling news
And fill-up columns with their own views
Letters to the editor lack vigour
There is dearth of good articles
For contributors are meagre
There are no incentives for columnists
So they have begun to opt for tv superhits
Print media is virtually on oxygen
Even by its erstwhile fans it has been shun
Its news are dull and stale
And it survives solely on blackmail

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