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Batman, Batman
Where are you today
Can't you see the villain
Almost on his way
He's ready with his hatred
He's filling lives with lies
Pretending he's innocent
and laws don't apply
Batman, are you listening
or have you chosen his side
You've always stood for justice
Like the woman with blinded eye's
His manner is so convincing
and to the willing his laws imply
The ignorant fear opinions
and keep repeating the lies
Batman can't you see him
How he breaks the law with pride
While justice is applied to others
But him this justice hides
Can't you read the tea leaves
Predicting the future near by
Don't the bones spell out disaster
To dismayed African eye's
Batman will you be there
on that certain day
The day we all shall matter
or can we get away
choose the not and rather
The time now is eminent
It maybe just the way
But what some see as irrelevant
just maybe Judgement Day
2P.M. Dec 23 2023
A cute guy called James once asked me on a date
He rang me the next day said could he bring his mate
A blind date – oh I’d see if my best mate Jen would come
It might be a disaster then again it could turn out to be fun
Jen and I got ready and wore our pretty dresses
Make up was applied and we brushed our lovely tresses
We met the guys in a bar and how my face fell
No thought of their attire but at least they didn't smell!
James wore a white shirt with buttons sewn on with different cotton
He hadn't made an effort any chance of romance was soon forgotten
I turned around and I had a good look at his best mate Neil
He had a massive scar across his face it made me want to squeal
In the past he been in trouble and had got into a brawl
Some one had slashed his face – not a good thing at all
We sat and had a drink and I looked at my mate Jen
Had hoped for romance – but it wouldn't be with them
Jen and I went off to the loo together (the way that ladies do)
Tried to hatch an escape plan, the lads didn't have a clue
Went back to the bar and soon it was time to leave
Hoped they wouldn't try to kiss us, the idea made us heave
We hurried out of the bar our bus we didn't want to miss
Jen and I climbed the steps of the bus together to avoid a kiss
Sat on the bus and laughed at our awful night
Never heard from James again - our chemistry wasn't right!
A fun tale on Poetry Soup of Jan and Jen flying the coop.
This really is a true story from when I was about 18 years old – the most hilarious thing was the two of us trying to get up the steps of the bus together and almost falling over eachother in the process!
2nd May 2015
Contest: –) The Pigeon who Flew the Coop Tammy Reams
There are teams
There are great teams
Then, there are dynasties
In the world of women's sports
There have been few that measure up
To the 2019 USA Women's World Cup Soccer Team
Every one of these 23 talented women
Has been groomed for this purpose their whole lives
Playing, working, training, focusing, listening, watching, and concentrating
On ONE thing ... The World Cup Trophy
The pressure, rarely equaled, has been applied
The stories, countless and controversial, have been written
The stats, meaningful and managed, have been studied
The criticism, fair and false, has been aimed
The opponents, powerful and prideful, have been prepared
And the games, intense, exciting, and incredible, have finally been played
Now ONE team - one amazing team - stands alone atop the rest
Holding that storied golden trophy high ... high and noble and proud
Forty-six valiant hands that have set a new standard for sports
Not just women's sports, but ALL sports
A new standard for what it means to work and play as a TEAM
A new standard for excellence and class and athleticism
Congratulations and blessings to the USA
And the 2019 Women's World Cup Championship Soccer Team
A team for the ages ... a team for the people ...
And a dynasty, tried and true!
Written and submitted on July 7, 2019
For the "2019 FIFA Women's World Cup" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Sponsor.
"Where from this?",
Laughter mingled with pity,
She was dressed with pretty,
Lipstick applied fervently to a mouth;
Red mouth matching a wild attire,
Her walking shook the whole land,
Eyes and mouths were timed as spam,
She was in a blinking eyeglass,
But knew she was drawing side mass,
Inextricably I will say,"she's good looking",
The hem of her dress was raised slightly when the wind blew,
What was spotted deserves self speculation,
Lips were licked,...body was stimulated after sensation,
From one corner came a scream,
"...thief,...thief...she is a hardened criminal",
Who will speak on her behalf to obtain freedom?
Nothing spared her the chance of doubt,
The pain that was vested into her that day was nominal,
Convinced by her deceptive glib of professionalism,
"I'm an investor",she always say,
With all my heart,I love her liberalism,
After several years of being a prison mate,
Her life is now channeled to spiritualism,
Great time in new testament holding grace!
"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.")
Coagulation forms a more solid wall,
in other words: a scab (helps after a fall).
That tough thing is just a temporary patch;
could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch.
The vocab: "hemo" means blood, "stasis"-- stands still;
this natural process shows God's powerful skill:
to keep flowing blood --in, and harmful germs --out,
the fibrous platelet plug closes the vein's spout.
Keep it clean, and with time, the skin looks like new;
(a scar may remind me the pain I went through).
The skin's remodel is "fibrinolysis,"
but what makes it ALL better-- is mother's kiss!
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Coagulation Starter Poetry Contest (just started with the first line provided by the contest assignment, and I went from there, putting myself in this situation, which I have manuevered before... scientific reference I drew from: "Hemostasis" -- a Cleveland Clinic article medically reviewed in 2021).
The question and problem at hand
May not require the expert opinion
Of a genius or rocket scientist, but the
Issue in question is rather complicated
And requires a pause and recalculating.
So, sleep on it.
Haste would clearly be out of place.
Quick and unthought-out remedies
Might be a waste of human resources.
So, sleep on it.
Common sense has often won many a race,
Because applied wisdom sets the pace,
Providing solutions to many hard cases.
So, sleep on it.
Before reaching a decision, give it time.
Allow possibilities to simmer the mind.
Also, I once heard a very wise man say,
"Sleep on it".
tomato
I used to pick them in my parents’ Iowa garden
we sliced them and put sugar on them
that made them delectable to me
tomato sauce
we used it on our Chef-boy-ar-dee boxed pizzas
it was all bubbly and sometimes burned my tongue
or the roof of my mouth
tomato
a term I used to hear applied to a young woman
meaning luscious, ripe, sexy,
this term originated in the twenties
when women began wearing form-fitted clothing
tomato
can mean marijuana
or a stupid act or a stupid person
I frankly have never heard tomato used either way
and I hope I never do
tomato
I love it hot, and I love it cold
it makes my chili delicious
I love adding slices to my grilled cheese sandwiches
For Trumpians
our multiculturally celebrated Golden Rule
applies first to Ego
then to immediate white privileged family,
then to wealthier gated community,
then to a more rabblous Republican Party,
then to USA nationalists
European predative culture idolaters
mistaking capital-inspired Manifest Destiny
for sacred DNA theology,
then to fallen Earth,
if there is any gold left over
after all that strained dispassion,
divestment fatigue
stretching out from entitled EgoCenters.
For Green Party contemplatives,
the Democratic Golden Rule
is first celebrated with,
then applied to, planet Earth,
then all Her sacred EarthTribes,
then to humanity, alive,
dead,
and yet to arrive,
then to cooperatively co-invested local community,
then to extended family,
then to nuclear family,
then interdependent Ego,
should there by any radically inclusive Golden Rule energy
left deductive
and right inductive
to regeneratively,
win/win bicamerally, share.
She came in out of the cold with a hungry look.
She’d been hunting a bird - the stuff dreams are made of,
with a rich coat of bourbon honey, like newly applied lipstick.
The bird that turned up, a butterball, was in fact murdered.
The signs were all there - decapitation - done by a pro --
ligatures and the corpse was stuffed, like a defendant's bad alibi.
The whole holiday was a crime scene, but there was a gravy, dark as a back alley deal,
to obscure forensics, and while the witnesses all talked of blessings - like a cult -
there were knives everywhere.
Motives abounded, like place settings - was that cranberry sauce - or blood? The room had a rich smell - roasted bird, dressing and complicity.
The way everything was being passed around - there was nothing for it.
Someone was going to take the fall - not her - she wasn’t having white meat. She was hard-boiled and had had it dark - and you know what they say.
In the end, she got what she was looking for - she almost always did. And it tasted like apple-cider-bourbon and family togetherness - her favorite flavors.
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A playlist for this:
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=] Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! =]
Shut the door, shouted by a leader within
Against the son of the soil, claim to be all powerful
Powerful enough to face, the lion face to face he claimed
Forgetting his ancestral shrine is right in the homeland
Running back to the calling of his ancestors, but he resisted
The answer to his ancestral call, he was living in ignorance
Ignorance to satisfy, the pleasure he can't deviate from
Now he has unveiled a new chapter, a chapter the world would
Always live to remember, never portray to be what you're not
For times? Unveil it all, favor the deeds, but time never changes
For Karma is that patient gangster, waiting to serve your MENU
There comes a great thunderstorm and lighting in the sky
Day time became night, scientist would call it eclipse
Roaring; how dare you stop my messenger, a man on a mission
Mission to literates his people, absolute freedom and justice as he roars
There came a great chaos and trembling within the city
Thunderstorm and lighting, without no cover to hide under
Louder it became, scared beholds the heart of the people
No place to hide, high in the sky, the hollering continues
There came trembling and falling at the return of the neglected
Osolobrughwre to be precise, the rejected stone, now the chief
Corner stone, very undisputed, never to be disputed
Signs everywhere... The heart of men trembling, a great roar in the sky
What a mighty God he serve, lamented by the people, they concurred
Here comes a new leader, announced by the spiritual leader
He's the man of the mantle, now the leader plotting assassination
Trying to assassinate his successor, without hesitating or contemplating
Amidst the protection over him, any and everywhere he goes
There comes the wrath of his God upon him, begged for mercy
Mercy is not for the wicked in acts and deeds, for every one watches
Evil prevails, when good people seize, from taking actions
Words to ponder over without another opposing another
We all can achieve our goals, only if we believe in us
And all we have to offer, bravely standing for what is truth
Truth liberates, sets the teller free, leaves the hearer amazed
Imagining what facts serve, at the table of life, knowledge is power
Power is deceitful, without applied wisdom.