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Premium Member Afoul of a Fowl

Time has come for getting tough
               For I have now had quite enough

Day-after-day this kid comes 'round
               To pester me like some old hound

Pelting me with day-old bread
               And poking posies at my head

Calling me these cutesy names
               And forcing me to kiddie games

Her silly parties, cakes and tea
               Are not what they're quacked up to be

Hugging spells I've barely weathered
               If not for her, I'm fully-feathered

And if you please, I've had my fill
               Her painting lipstick on my bill

Now she's pulled the final straw
               A rare offense of barnyard law

Spraying me with bottled water
               (Soon, she'll find how far it got her)

Now it's MY turn for some fun
               I'll get that chicky on the run!

Perhaps she'll learn, when run amuck -
               That "NO" means nothing ... to a duck.




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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member By Your Side

~ By your Side ~

Keep me close by your side when the north winds howl
I'll snuggle tight in your lap through the night hours' chill
Those who call me a 'creature' will soon run afoul
Of a cry deep inside me relentlessly shrill
You're exhausted, you're drained, from work's mud and mire
Fall asleep now, my love, it's almost midnight --
Once fair morning will dawn, good cheer will retire
Yon wild witches on broomsticks, who shriek out affright...

In the day we will play, you and I by your side
Safe and sound in sun's rays, we'll stroll o'er the land
Roam the fields, feel the breeze, see the ocean, her tides
Have a picnic for two on a blanket of sand

Yes, I'm your kitten, your baby, who loves you so much
  ~ Ever thrills to your delicate fingers' fond touch
Form: Sonnet

Other People's Freedom, Part I

Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.

She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that people were nice in their words,
since so few out there ever recognized
how what they said could offend and disturb.

If folks would only learn some basic tact
then everything would run more smoothly,
and she was so glad to help elect leaders
who would take a strong stand against ‘hate speech.’

One day she saw on social media
a report about a conspiracy man
who liked to breath fire when he spoke his mind,
so the tech giants all had him banned.

But she didn’t think that much about it,
she’d never liked that fellow anyway,
so she shrugged it off as unimportant,
and mindlessly went about her day.

A month later she saw some new footage
of men’s right activists under attack,
for trying to change the family courts
they were set upon by hoodlums in black.

But Autumn did not care much for their cause,
opposing women was beyond the pale,
why listen to fools who had never been told
that the future ‘belonged to females?’

A year after that a church made the news
when it refused to marry two men,
the pastor tried to explain his reasons,
but ‘Anti-fascists’ just threw rocks at him.

Autumn just shook her head at the scene,
had not the pastor heard of the new laws?
Who was he to claim that he knew the truth?
To exclude folks on the word of his ‘God?’

Three months later, in campaign season,
a brash man roused the crowds with his rants,
said all sorts of things she found horrible,
it was really getting out of hand.

And when the networks block out all his ads,
and refused to cover his rallies,
Autumn felt that peace had been restored,
there were ‘standards’ to democracy.

Then a year later a new judge declared
that ‘hateful words’ were not protected,
Autumn was glad, progress would be made!
She eagerly waited for what lay ahead…

Over the next two years many people
ran afoul of this new ‘moral code,’
it started with fines, then came prison time,
hundreds, then thousands, to the jails did go.

Autumn started to feel a bit uneasy
at all the chaos that it had caused,
but every change came with some trial,
and those people had broken the laws...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Narrative

Addictive Ampoules Annihilate After Alluring

amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages 
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul 

affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly 

Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed 

albeit admonishing, alluding, 
and attributing authored 
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents 
accompanying as accomplished accomplices 

accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating 
appositely advocating ancillary assistance  

addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration

against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite

acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable

any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted

alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant

acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.

Frenemy

‘Tis a tingle at the tips of thy lips where I shall plant a kiss,_ 
then slightly lick the curves and slopes of their mounds to partake _ 
of the taste of treachery that lingers with thee still. 
Allow me to brush mine ears across the thoughts of thine mind to perceive the envy ‘twas present all this time. 

Embrace me as I embrace thee endearingly in mine arms. Hold me tightly mine longtime friend. Let me inhale the girth of thee and to behold the winds afoul!  Harsh, sulfuric humiliating hints of hatred and disdain. Those that envelopes thy very being, encompasses thy frame_ blow the breeze of ill repute.  An odor I once would argue upon and tirelessly dispute.

How be it, that thee cometh unto me as mine friend? Whereby thee_ 
drinketh mine wine, lavish mine liquors, and upon mine food ye dine.
Yet ye stir the depths of mine soul undivine to devour the very heart_ 
of me for thy personal selfishness and greed. O woe to Ye, that taketh unto_  
thyself all that I possess: the lowly and the best, thus remains my mortal_ 
coil in spiritual unrest. Hark! This unwarranted union has run amok, bearing no merit and no meed!

Doth not I matter in the course of life among the living? Hath mine breath_ 
blown in vain such as the likes of one never to be known again? What say ye of mine works, and toil I have bore unto thee in willful pain; and, toward the true liberty of hope and faith of a lifelong friend to gain.

In truth, the thought of us today in this profane present time bears the horror of its’ heinous humor. For I laugh not into the path of peril nor do I stand before thee as one proud. In my somber state of dismay, I am bewildered and grieved to no relief.  Mine eyes shine gray as grief to know that mine friends are close but mine enemies are closer.
  
Now to be an unwilful acknowledgment, or better still an undeniable belief.
***01192021 Niyna***


Premium Member Caught

Words like birds encircle clouds in altitudes and attitudes 
that stretch and strain my feelings to contain.
Atmospheres so thin they are denied their place, no words or birds in space.
The history of this world contained within the human race.
I watch in disbelief and mourn for those who cannot feel the ruffled plume, 
or walk alone the hall and enter not the room.
A Drop of water in a wave still reaching for the moon.
Alas that we might go forth brightly shining
in transcendence nightly wild afar, gliding swiftly carried past the lining
of souls who mourn their quiet death beneath perceptions passing star.
Allow a candle’s flame inhale the darkness until spent
stand in awe at last to watch all trials heaven sent.
There’s nothing left afoul to tame, nor in the hiding be of shame.
All is all, but all for naught, if in the final net; one soul uncaught.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Song of The Sandhill Crane No 1: ABAB

A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a date with the courts.
Locals aid their tally, most from afar,
It is nature's clock, all good things must end,
fly north to breed, and brood, and up to par,
A month's here, till next year, that's how the trend.
Awnings grey, triumphant stirs, the tension,
inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension.

Premium Member The Essence of Soft Shadows

Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling

Caressing every minute curvature and every hair
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air

Audaciously meandering enticing scantily afoul
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl

With delirious abandon mesmerize and swerve
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Dancing its seductive way around every curve

Bemused intrigued and fascinated by the petals of a rose
Envious beauteous promiscuous yet virtuously amorous
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows

Deviously fabulous while tortuous and vaporous
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Your spellbinding perfume renders my heart impetuous
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling



AP: 3rd place 2025

Submitted on May 16, 2019 for contest APPLICABLE NOT APPLICABLE sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX  -  RANKED 4TH

Premium Member In My Dappled Dream I Saw You

In My Dappled Dream I Saw You

In my dappled dream I saw you,
Your shimmering ghost, young again,
As we were, when soft flares hid your brown legs,
There, in the warm April shadows, us
Astride an old beach blanket on the grass of Corona.
1971 was sensational when we were 19 years old;
We held each other like lovers afoul in the neutral shade,
And kissed deeply there, as ants found crumbs of cookies,
Laid there by swishing palms in the dishonest sunlight.
Oh lady, it was madness most discrete, indeed,
behind the boyfriend’s back, miles away to the east;
You found new passions in our discretions there,
You delivered moist messages with muted giggles there.
Oh lady, you were wildly untrue to him that day!
Rolling as young leopards at play, 
Our lips found its prey with mindless precision, 
There, in the afternoon spectacle of leering light,
Of young lovers deliberately cheating,
Tendering desperate embraces in the perfumed shadows.

Premium Member No Anchor For Rancour

My heart’s harbour opened deep and wide
all friendships peaceful within
Love and kindness ran deep inside
‘til resentment and rancour crept in

Do you harbour resentment?
or do you freely forgive?
Forgiveness keeps the sea 
lanes open and free 
so all of us can love and live

Resentment leads to rancour
Rancour runs afoul of the soul
When the harbour starts to shut itself down
We’ll no longer be in control

Do you harbour resentment?
or do you freely forgive?
Hope is a better anchor 
for our soul so all
of us can love and live

Don’t let rancour’s anchor
disturb your harbour’s peace
Scuttle them as far away 
from you as you can
to secure much needed release

No anchor for rancour …
     ~Resist the thing you dread!
No anchor for rancour …
     ~love and kindness instead!
No anchor for rancour …
     ~smooth sailing ahead!
No anchor for rancour …
     ~bon voyage !
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

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