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Premium Member King Of Terror

Knighted under the blood moon while
Inside he felt only loving-compassion,
Nevertheless, he was to subjugate without mercy.
Gaining territory based solely on hereditary menace,
Only to be diffused in imperial will by the joyous allowance of being,
Frontier-ed outwards he was by order of the magistrates to dominate outer lands.
The secret solace being the souls of all he encounters within the guise of a hateful army.
Earthen-bound he meets all with grace and reverence in loving-secret, ir-
-Redeemably spreading like a viral ghost love.
Reigning in plain sight of the magistrates,
Only two verses were left.
Readers everywhere are left--bereft.
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Pizza Flies

On Saturday afternoons long ago, when cartoons faded from the TV’s glow
A teenager earned a modest pittance, to finish the week with his remittance
From coins for cans and chores to do, the basement became the work place too
A weekly ritual dust and sweep, and memories were polished for us to keep
Years rolled on yet still there lies, a wooden shelf with the writing of “pizza flies”
A phrase half-lost, a family thread, echoing something once misread
From allowance paid to words unclear, the past returns as I sit here
In chores, in jokes, we had a good time, it’s these small moments of which I write
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Entertainment In My Youth

Entertainment in My Youth
By Franklin Price
revised and reformatted  to poetic prose
(an experiment for me)
5/28/2017

Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public library had lots of books, they stored them on the shelf. I could check them out, and from them, could travel anywhere. See the world through reading and never leave my chair.
I could go outside and eat an orange, or  I could ride my bike. A safer place it was back then; could go anywhere I liked. Could go across the river, a week-end show to see, a dime spent on a Saturday was admission there for me. Cartoons and several serials; Flash Gordon comes to mind. Still in downtown Cocoa, the building you will find. Movies shown no longer, plays are there for you to go. The State Theater still entertains; so go enjoy the show.
After the show was over, to Goulds old store we went. Such a magic place for kids, some allowance there we spent. Had military equipment and special things galore. If we had been the least bit rich, we may have bought the entire store.
If we were lucky, when we left, to cross to the Island side, the draw bridge would be opening and the tender let us ride. We stood in the middle as the bridge swung half around, blocking the cars, passing the boats to far off places bound.
At night we had a radio; no TV 'til fifty-three. We would gather close and listen to special programs there for me: The Shadow knew, Lone Ranger too, fights on Friday night. The music of the Grand Old Opry made listening just right. We played some games both board and card; the donkey's tail did pin. I was the youngest, not as smart, sometimes they let me win: Monopoly, Checkers, Old Maid, and cards of War. The table's space was not enough so we played them on the floor.
If we needed money there was a jelly factory near. The product made from guavas; the need for them was clear. The trees grew wild, or maybe not ,with buckets we would go; fill them up and take them to the factory for some dough.
Much more entertainment I could tell you without fail. Some things we did there, in the past, may now get days in jail. So I think I'll stop for now and let you imagine all the rest. My childhood life was more than good, it was the very best.

Codified Law Verbal Allowance

Codified Law Verbal Allowance
Apartment owners defrauded address
Have had this happen by treasury notes  titled homeless and homelessness and other synonyms and iterative advertising.

Homelessness Fraud and Corruption Task Force itself is a possible fraud board of trustees in time?

In actuality legislation passed deed in correction of surplus backlog for economic equality

No smiles no spends.

Above acquisition and mergers possibilities is appropriations committee in the Senate

Tip element constraint in finance
Speculation.

Return efficiency in manufacturing equals profitable research allowance of investment thoughts, free thoughts only.


Ownership of rights is not a liberty in market Theory.

As one pays in full for a plot of land with structure, one remains bound to commodity exchange indexes.

Real estate developer is labor construction.
Attempt at extraction in labor market creates decline in structural integrity of note in treasury calculation.  Tracking the market.

Reconstructionism


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Premium Member Treasonous Rats Escape Justice For Now

For one I cannot understand 
the mentality abandoning logic and reasoning 
Firstly within the people of this island 
cutting the allowance for those with disabilities 
this should be slammed as an attack on the most vulnerable 

Where doctors preforming abortions get a big pay rise 
and the government also getting rewarded for a job well done 
Pat on his back spineless everything we stand for charity wise 
it has gone out the window within none christian lawless brats 
in such manners that attacks anyone that supports the vulnerable cause 
these liberal ideas where knowledge is concerned 
has lost the plot with bad backward peddling political skills

when it comes to speaking the truth lets boil it to the bone 
when our tax money is used to butcher the innocent 
this island has lost all backbone to voice opposition 
we should bring the capital to a complete standstill 
and call this government under civil rights for what they are 

To step down from power in the non democratically elected seats 
those they claim to hold against the ballot traitors 
the good people are sick of those that push sin as natural law
corrupt every last one of you are to the core 
which digs down into the root of all evil 
take a good look at your soul purpose drawn before your fall


Competent homekey fraud correction

Air Force general office 
General document call
Wing general 
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization 

Urban Structure Inspection 

Fail

Instruction to add

The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.

Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve 


General Assembly 
Before
Reconvening 
Treasury


Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox



In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
 
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights.  Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion


Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue 
To the tuned laws legal availability 

Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error

Premium Member Clandestine Love

She was promised to another
Since practically her birth
An arranged marriage
Among royal families

No allowance for romance
In her life
Duty above all

Yet in the night
Hovered secrets so unbearable
And dreams that could never be

In truth she lived for
Each clandestine rendez-vous

And her heart was
Bestowed to the servant boy
The one she grew up with
So could never love another

As the years passed
And their bond grew stronger
It was the saddest love story
With whispered dreams of marrying
But a story most truly doomed
From the very start



AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on July 10, 2018 for contest AN INCOMPLETE LOVE STORY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL  -  RANKED 4TH

Sweet Childhood Memories

"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
                       Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)

I fondly recall the innocent days of my childhood,
playing hide and seek among the backyard boxwood,
and life as I knew it then was sweet and good.
              Country life was always fun.

I treasured Christmas tree lights glowing in the dark,
family gatherings each summer in Audubon Park.
In my younger years I was as carefree as a lark,
                enjoying days in the sun.

With my little sister beside me we made mud pies
and didn't see anything wrong with little white lies
or that dancing like ballerinas in the rain wasn't wise
            until our pirouettes were done.

I enjoyed having an allowance that I could spend
and sharing whispered secrets with my best friend,
wishing our playing time outside would never end.
                    How I loved to run!

In sweet memories I recall swimming in the lake,
helping Mom in the kitchen when she would bake,
and eating more icing than I had put on the cake.
             Having fights with a water gun.

How wonderful were my days spent as a child,
Dad called me a tomboy because I was a bit wild.
I was happy and content with life, always beguiled
               with everything I'd done.

My braided pigtails were yanked by a silly boy in school.
He giggled like an idiot thinking he was so cool,
til I fought back with a fist and called him a 'stupid fool.'
                   That battle I had won.

If memory serves me well, I remember not liking boys.
Always wanting their way and making too much noise.
I preferred playing house with many of my stuffed toys.
                 Boys were creatures to shun.

I was very competitive and wanted to win every race,
and didn't care much in those days about ladylike grace.
I recall being angry with myself for falling flat on my face
                   and not talking to anyone.

I've photos of me since I was born and it's plain to see
that my childhood was a very delightful time for me.
With a loving family like mine, I grew up quite esprit.
                  I love them all, a ton!




October 8, 2022 - A Constance La France Contest
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - "T" Forms Poetry

Premium Member Neighborhood

Neighborhood

Dawn rises touching the hilltop - new light swelling with the smell of coffee and bacon.  Eyes blink away the sandman’s residue, loud yawns like lions, footsteps in pj’s resound on staircases – breakfast - weekly allowance burns holes in jean pockets as neighborhood gang assembles on the first day of the weekend - our gang on Saturday.

the weekend routine 
 our gang gathers for a quest ~
  allowances saved

Our street tries to sleep in on the weekend before raucous voices shatter the stillness at the home base telephone pole.  Allowance in pockets, a noisy horde moves like locust swarms towards nirvana – free movies at the museum, sliding down granite lions from a Pharaoh’s Egypt, staring at relics from Amazon jungles. 

rare artwork displays
 jewels treasures of the past ~
  wide eyes wondering

Not done yet!  An hour for burger and fries.  Race down the hill to the Roycroft event.  Tickets a quarter, one box of candy – popcorn shared with a best friend.  Booing the villains.  Cheering Lone Ranger, Number One Son, stealthy Green Lantern, the Shadow and westerns – sheriff saves the damsel, proceeded by Elmer and Bugs.  Can you guess who is on first?  Just enough quarters left for a bus ride home!

superman batman
 saturday at the movies ~
  break for tired parents

9-2-20
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun
Sponsor: Jenish Somades
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Trixie Belden Books

Trixie Belden was a marvelous book find for me.
She was a blonde dynamo with Encyclopedia Brown’s talent
For finding, following, and solving mysteries
delightfully female with Honey, her sidekick best friend.

Encyclopedia Brown had not been penned yet anyway.
I remember paying three dollars for each Trixie Belden book.
It was my allowance for the week if I ironed, dusted, gardened,
watched my brother, swept, cleaned the pantry, etcetera

we were not handed things for free in the sixties
We had to earn them.
Trixie Belden was worth every penny
I think I appreciated her more because I had to earn her
Form: Narrative

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