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Premium Member Hashtag Me Too

#Hashtag Me Too
#I like you
#me too
#me too woke
#me too just awaken from my sleep
#me too everything not normal it stinks
#me too It started in grade school, when I pulled your hair
#me too back then it was a dare
#me too nobody cared
#me too girls in pain, boys thought it was cute
latter on it was junior high
I spit in your face may have slapped you on your chin
high school comes and I want to come in
touch your buttock, your thigh
trying to be sly(shy??)
while all along
my no training on how to really treat you
your always a lady
now adult hood
Not a piece of meat or wood
Not material thing you can just cut up or muddle
misdeeds covered up
this you see  maybe D. Trump
it was simple that Clinton lawyer-ed up in speech he said
I didn't have sexually relationship with that woman
Lewd remarks to full blown assaults
Familiarity to normally
ignore them now it's reverent
social net work all communication even Twitter
Tagging that makes it possible for others
Find my messages with a specific theme or content
Men all our perfectly gentle
NOW
Group topics of discussion together
Negative treatment normalized men behavior
Myriad incidents, was that an assault
You touched me we knew it wrong
Only my God, husband or doctor can touch me there
Men who weren't ejected passing sex scandals ensnaring
Ungodly and uncaring
Women now new move in packs
To keep from being over drinks
People did people done
Some in the name of religion
Self indulge forgiveness
#me too
#me too have you been violated
#me too
#me too money and power means I own you
#me too
#me too De-stigmatize those bad men powerful good guys
Too strong, too righteous to be convicted ha
#me too God be with you


12/01/17


Premium Member Novembersummer

Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky impossibly blue,
I in shirtsleeves a walking go
With love and longings as my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling, marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from Her pocket.

I could believe today
In America untamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
To sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
Who will look on her
To let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of all our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
Watch the sacred night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
Yet not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
To stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us, claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin;
I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
See that great wheel begin its turning,
Stand amazed to be here breathing.

Stand, amazed to be.

Premium Member Word Quintet In C Major

Word Quintet in C Major

By Stark Hunter

Open the door my friend,
Climb on in,
Join me here in this relentless caravan,
This unstoppable, this incontrovertible, 
this inexorable movement,
To the depths of the dry gulf.
Join me here my friend,
In this annihilating armada,
This incontrovertible migration,
This inexorable swarm
To the watery crossroads of the dry places,
To the liquid asphalt of insipid time!

I stare at you from across the room here.
I stare and gawk and hawk at you,
And I feel the pelting rain of desire.
You look good over there, sitting 
With beautiful gleaming crossed legs.
“Sorry, beg your pardon,
I say, but have we not met before?
Did we not share beers on the Terrace of Tyre
At sunset?
Did we not tell each other stories,
Old stories of love and betrayal and heartbreak? 
At sunset?
Did we not look away from each other,
When stories of new love suddenly emerged,
As with a new sunrise?”

My friend, there is no
Escape from this throbbing hole, no
Escape from this cold numbing wind,
This whirlingly insane wind 
Of cold blasts of killing ice.
And I ride here
Ride like a sweating Sultan,
Astride the mighty beast of Tyre!
Perched high in rich raiment,
I wave to the multitudes
I send a salute to the throng!


I ride shotgun here
Ride nice and easy
Like a tanning garçon on his off day,
Like a sitting trog waiting wistfully,
Waiting waiting for gams not intended for him.
My friend, the world turns and turns,
It turns today and tomorrow,
It will turn as the river turns in spring,
It will turn as a woman’s heart turns,
When eyes that once stared ahead, now look away.
It will turn my friends because it has to!

Riding, Riding, Riding….
Downhill now! The insane wind
Assaults me. Harasses me. Accosts me.
It presses its loose lips upon my face,
It seeks the mad blood of passion!
“Let us calm ourselves
Reassure ourselves
That all is right and as planned. 
Let us all look at one another!
Let us all nod in agreement!
The days ahead will manifest themselves,
Transfigure themselves, 
As blooms upon the water lilies.

Seduction

Allurements...allurements...allurements...
Please don't enthrall my feelings,
I am so fragile when it comes to these cases,
You can easily captivate me without any assaults.

Yes, you seduce me wholly...
I tried to elude but it's too late,
Your irresistible kisses touching my lips so great,
And enslave me like your lady, totally.

You hinder me every step of my way...
The more I ignore that uncertainty creeping up on my body,
The more you insist and pat your kiss passionately,
And there you drive me so crazy.

Somewhere in my mind trying to obviate that trap...
But I was so tipsy every move you clasp,
Can't no longer clash your intense deed I want to dump,
Because all of the sudden we're both on the top.

All I know, nobody can portrait how completely woman I am...
For once in my life I feel like a precious gem,
And surely I'll treasure deep within,
Because I love you beloved of mine.

A seaside stroll soothes your soul


Forever won’t understand those who can’t stand sand between spanned toes

Clever bands of hourglass strands slows & then through fanned hands flows

Whatever woes foes weather throws our duty never this beauty booty forgoes  


Skilled kids build guild of silica Basilicas in a row the sea rids closes in overthrows

Waves then mow rave to & fro saline scarves pave new paths the ocean bestows

Commotion heightened emotions brightened notions enlightened its potion glows 


Kaleidoscopic schools of iconic rock pools colours flock shock as almost tropic

Views & hues don’t falter just alter won't halter as an altar to ease those blues

Tidal tows doze then rose grows tease with unctuous but rambunctious blows 


A beach can preach beseech as each single shingle does mingle in a stony knoll

Seaside stroll as sea gulls glide white caps roll & ride then a lull soothes the soul


Flattered Neptune’s role shattered shells scattered or is it Poseidon’s control

Webbed ranks of ebbed sandbanks lapped by lullabies our own private atoll


Thanks for phalanx of mirth & pranks from mother nature’s glimmering vaults

Shimmering seals leave their berth heave their girth then those crests do surf

Dolphins fins spin big grins senses halts & assaults with immense somersaults


What riffs could be a good as being stood in a neighbourhood of driftwood

Whiffs of whimsy as swells rollick for shells we fossick our elemental tonic


Cliffs adorn scars of scorn by time foreshore gentry stands sentry well worn    

Don't mourn as from dawn till dusk forlorn foresworn somehow feel reborn  

Sniffs sublime seaweed frolic fish like stars sunbeams & daydreams bucolic
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member SOUL SURVIVOR

I am the soul survivor
A vagrant lost amid the vagaries of life
And its endless assaults
I am the protector
Of the hunted aspects of my being
Denied
Unable to be wholly who I am
And yet I persevere
Walk boldly amid my tormentors
Challenging cowards
With each laugh, each smile
Each hidden truth
Unveiled
For I shielded the many aspects
Of my soul, of my being
Treasured them
Toughened and strengthened them
Protected them from those
That feared them
Nurtured and fed them
With humor
Edged them with sarcasm
Armed them with anger
Freed them from the fear
Of speaking, of thinking, of being
The instrument
Of an awakening spirit

Why I Don'T Watch the News

Why I don't watch the news 

When I look out of my window I see a peaceful oak tree , a little Robin,  a magpie , a rook , a crow and flowers of lavender filled with bizzy bees ....the sunshines through my window and I feel its love and the sun inspires me .

When I turn the box on I see death,  despair destruction lies corruption and it really makes me feel quite ill and I am questioning the tV license and whether I can keep paying that bill....

I admit I take a sneak on Google and it leaves a sadness  always to see as per usual the media launch of assaults on our Royal Family ?

I guess I'll keep looking out of my window to brighten up my day and then all that fills my mind my head are  the thoughts of this bright and beautiful play  under the spotlight of an Oaktree , I feel the warmth of her love song 
a little Robin,  a magpie , a rook , a crow and flowers of lavender filled with bizzy bees ....the sunshines through my window and I feel its love and the sun inspires me .

Redemption Road

Leaves of my soul 
flutter in the fall, 
lay offering, but
detached in time

absolute as another 
breathtaking vision,
assaults my senses 
to thieve breath

The offering Plate of life
Is passed at the end, 
now naked I confess
I am bankrupt of hope

The shade of tomorrow 
Fades into the distance, 
mercy holds empty hands
Bereft of miracles, sigh

forever in awe of compassion 
it touches ever more gently, 
capturing a piece of beauty
for the heart of my mind

Becoming a galaxy
birthing four stars,
a miniscule speck 
now stains forever

four lights flicker 
to Guide me home 
Stroking away pain 
I finally steal resolve

A marathon of hurricanes 
cross my peripheral, 
and are driven into infinity 
they will clear the way

Hope once again 
Trickles into veins 
broken but always 
waiting to recondition

all that I am 
is all that I can be 
resting with infinity 
under the southern stars

Peace holds my prayers 
and redemption, waits

Premium Member This Way, My Love

The early years of her life seemed riddled with emotional scares;
but in time, though she had no sign of any timelines, she would heal.

She came from a long line of rain forests, forests that had no rain
to enable them to produce balms, salves, and healing medicines.                      

To her answer to the ever resounding question of, "Is there no balm
in Gilead?  Is there no physician there?*; there always came an 

answer of seeming hopelessness from the mouth of a big wide-eyed owl,
"No, No, No! Never, never!" Throughout that barren forest were paths     
 
paved with fear, doubt, worry, mistrust, and disbelief.  It was such a path      of unfairness destined to be navigated by a most innocent one as Angelica;    
 
and she fertilized that unseemly and unfriendly pathway with years of pain and shame. But unlike millions who treaded that same path of hostility      

and terror, Angelica refused to succumb to the repeated assaults and   reached the Eastern end of the forestry where awaiting her was a beautiful 

chirping bird, the likes of which was never seen in life or dream. Every       soul soothing chirp drew her closer, as the language of that life saving bird 

revealed these words: "This Way My Love, where your every experience will be as harmless as a dove".

020321FBPS                                                                                    
*Jeremiah 8:22
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Social Encyclopedia

Social Encyclopedia



                            The friends, family, and foe encyclopedia
                           Facebook, Instagram, Twitter Social Media
                          Everything you do is a recorded data upload
                        Even when you think that you're in stealth mode

               Post pictures and thoughts, what you like and what you don't
           You tell the world this, tell em' that, what you will, what you won't
                        People start what they call all out Facebook Wars
               Multiple verbal assaults aimed at someone, they must be bored

                     Oh don't get me wrong all of these sites have their uses
                         But people tend to take things too far and abuse it
                     I shut down all of my profiles so I'm now outta the loop
                     Except for the very best one right here on Poetry Soup!



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03/05/16
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