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Premium Member First There Was the Word

time placed beyond

	stairways star-wars

		galactic leverage
 
			Universe betrayed

stream of consciousness

	tipping an ice berg

		pick axe in hand

			frostbitten soul

whose kingdom came

	poker in the manger

		stark naked emperors

			food banks in loin cloths

hallowed be the halo

	candles burn dry twigs

		just a bloody night mare

			and no stallion in sight

stellar state of affairs

	spare one thought only

		wrapped in a comet

			bursting the bubble

circus clown’s sorrow

	safety net in tears

		droplets of madness

			cot death for the Lord



			
22nd December 2020


Vale Paradiso

Vale Paradiso 

The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails 
as the ship wanders between water vales 
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew 
when the storm persists, knowing a small 
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick 
In my ignorance, I look at the map that 
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles 
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome 
will not make it that far
Finally, she makes, any place will do, but
what waits are bars and whores, not
the peace longed for
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

the vacation

The Vacation

A couple had read in a glossy magazine that
Norway was beautiful, so they went on a week's vacation 
They were met by an agent who told them how
Beautiful, his country was, said without the slightest hint 
of irony; since an airport is an airport, they didn't see
the fabulous beauty
The couple saw the deep fiords, the mountains, and not
to forget, the pulpit, a rock sticking from the berg side
looking like a pulpit
Later that evening, they went to a comedy show, where
A Norwegian comedienne told jokes in English, but lacked
In nuances and hints, the jokes sounded rude
They were also surprised by Norwegian drink culture
When they drink, it is to be drunk, and that is the only point  
In Oslo, one day, when his wife had gone to the hairdresser's 
The man sat alone in a cafe, reading a book and drinking a pint
of lager, after a while, he ordered another pint
The man served him that and also gave him a brochure where
to seek help if he had a drinking problem
When the vacation was over, and he was sitting on the plane, his wife
asked, why are they dressed so poorly, to that, her husband said
It is because everyone is equal in this nationalistic society 
They know nothing about other nations, as they think their
Life is wonderful
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mister Klutz

Time for some giggles
Now what shall I write?
About klutzy old Jack?
Should be a delight!

Been quite renowned
For his blunders at times
Here are a few
Of his more classical kind!

Riding his bike
Passing a parked car
Door opens... a collision...
He falls on his ****!

Floating on icebergs
And under some bridges
Berg disappears...
Water quite frigid!

Trying to impress
This acquaintance of old
Talked for a while
And walked into a pole!

Oblivious, don't notice
While strolling with friends
A crotch high stake...
Doubled over I bend!

They weren't always funny
Well not at the time
Luckily, the injuries
Weren't the serious kind!

© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain

For Shore

we rolled in the snow
and rolled a snowball
increasing in size to be
the size of the bottom 
of our snowman

(now before anyone
objects or gets upset
we both agreed that
our frankenstein
creation would

be a man) so as cold
as the snow glowed
rosy on my sweet's 
cheeks the ball
suddenly

rolled down hill and as
if it knew where it was
going became bigger
with time and as time
passed we forgot about

the past until one day
telling her we were
going on a cruise
for two there
suddenly

was a third for
twice back 
across the
Atlantic we
ran into a 
berg

children
and women
first for we had
all along been on our 
own once made Titanic
Form:


Premium Member On Ocean

On Ocean

 Turbulent was not the Ocean.
  Wonderful largest liner floated safely beyond the breakers
   Inspired by luxurious sea voyage 
    Affluent passengers sailed happily.
     Sea was calm,happy were passengers.
      Captain was relaxed,sailors not anxious.

 Tension-free ship suddenly struck by hidden ice berg.
  Abrupt rush of water-flow flooded the deck, causing ship wreck
   Not enough life boats to accommodate all innocent helpless souls
    Ill-fated Titanic sank.
     Those jumped on sea frozen in ice-cold water.  
      Captain Smith and sailors in the ship prayed till last breath facing death
       Ship Carpethia reached too late to rescue a few in the life boats still afloat
      
  
 02/09/17     Word Count 105
 
 Any  Free Verse word count 150 or less Contest by Laura Loo

Premium Member Vessel Sank

VESSEL SANK

           Sea wasn't turbulent.
           Wonderful largest liner 
            floated just safely.
             Luxurious cruise started.
             Tension-free vessel 
              took affluent passengers
             in joyful voyage.
              Suddenly it was hit by
               a hidden ice berg. 
               Rush of water flow flooded 
               deck causing ship wreck.
               To accommodate each one,
                not enough life boats.
                Signal claiming help didn't work.
                Captain Smith only
                prayed in vain till his last breathe.
               Titanic just sank .
              Helpless souls in mass to face 
                 tragic destined death.
                Ship Carpathia sent to
                rescue, reached too late.
              Weeping women  and children.
              to be carried by
             few life boats that still floating.
            Carpathia sighed.
             No trace of Titanic seen.
Form: Choka

Premium Member Green Sea: Sea-Green

GREEN SEA : SEA-GREEN
     

                            
   Luster of Bluish-green sea waves is termed sea- green
        Raman Effect explains perfect special color as ever seen

       Turbulent waves are rolling, roaring with loud sound
        As if thunder bolts are striking down the grey cloud

          Mangroves with brown stems in tropical sea as coastal fence
           cluster around in deep dense bushes yielding wild essence

         Algae, red seaweed are farmed abundant in sea water
         Cook and eat the nutritious food in lunch and dinner

       Touch hard crust of white Ice berg floating on ocean
       Ocean is nothing else but the wide sea-extension
•	       *       *    *

       Wonderful bluish-green luster to glorify on sea glows to glorify,
       but loses intensity in horizon where sea meets the sky
        Sudden sea-storm rushed blowing whistling sound
       Clear sky turned grey with dust particles all around
      Brown algae floating on sea water spread weird smell.
      Swarm of tiny kreels are chased and  by large whale
      White sea-foams are bubbling on crest of waves in galore
      With gentle touch they fade away and thrashed on sea shore.
                                  
10/28/15
Form: Couplet

before time was invented

Before time was invented


A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see his walking cane but he wasn’t there, he looked up and said, I wish there were a set time for everything 

The World paused, then shook violently and when the dust cleared there was a mountain in front of the man from Glendale he had to walk around the berg and that took time Dogger Bank was a sea full of cod, the Portuguese caught and made into bacalao they traded in time for the cold winter season and America was a continent
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Goodbye and Good Riddance Former Ersatz Trumpeting President

Joseph Robinette Biden
now commander in chief yay
manning ship of state
tossing anchors aweigh
heavily pierced tattooed
donning sheepish pirate(s)
at heady roiling waterway
fending off trolling rapscallion
much more thrilling

than watching cabaret
January twenty first two thousand
twenty one marks his first full day
wherein Oval Office finally
flushed, ousted, and zapped,
whose paternal ancestry
begat genealogical linkedin émigré
name unknown, nevertheless

one Johann Trump born within
Bobenheim am Berg, a village
in Palatinate, Germany circa 1789
moved to nearby village of Kallstadt
where his grandson, Friedrich Trump,
the grandfather of Donald Trump,
born in 1869 gamboled
upon grassy fairway
whereby grandson notorious

to grandstand and gainsay,
but especially renowned
windblown coiffure
kept intact courtesy "fake" hairspray
said product he did fulminate
against and inveigh,
cuz he envied (as does yours truly)
the trademark thatch sported by J.F.K.

At long last, a stalwart adept candidate
unwittingly saddled
with onerous figurative freight
COVID-19, homelessness, joblessness
sober statistics impossible mission to inflate,
whose physique slender and lightweight
boot pulleys and levers of power

he quite savvily can operate
personable and suave demeanor doth resonate
allowing, enabling, and providing
law and order to materialize,
and accomplishments downplayed
(unlike previous commander in chief)
whose braggadocio would never underrate.

Concern still prevails
regarding that woman user
egging fascistic paramilitary
white supremacist ilk
twittering as a digital schmoozer
hell bent on sowing anarchy,

cuz other Democratic contestant
did not defeat
soured at prospect their man beat
(him - who shall not be named again
ranks as a sore loser)
nevertheless, an oafish shill bruiser.

If prognostications allowed me,
at bedtime, when a supine American,
one garden variety and generic
sleepy Joe among madding crowd
will experience glee

at prospective buoyancy, decency,
fraternity, harmony, jollity, levity,
nobility, prosperity, serenity, tranquility...
wishing no ill will toward
former forty sixth president.
Form: Rhyme

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