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Premium Member Be Great

I missed out on the movie star
but I met an American hero.
Oh how humble the paratrooper of yesteryear.
When I thanked him for his service, he said,
“You were worth it.”
Blessed by an image of God
in the footsteps of man.
He’s a preacher, besides.
I missed out, but knew God had his best
set in motion…what’s all the commotion…
We meet great people every day
who’ll be noted by God
for their humble devotion.
When I entered the party
for wrestling referees,
he
was the first to greet me.
At that time
I had no idea of his greatness.
I will always treasure this.
And let me not forget
my dear husband
who I stand beside -
it’s cool that he serves with black and white
striped shirt and a whistle
in what can be a dangerous sport
when 250 pounders charge
precariously in his direction
knocking him out.
Also the knowledge
that the organisation is currently
having trouble
finding new referees to serve
(makes me so proud that my husband
is in the ranks)
they also need women to step up
as women wrestle too.
We all make up this great big world -
movie stars, veterans, me and you.
Wherever you find yourself
be great…
be humble
and serve.

3/27/2023


Premium Member Hog's Breaths A Star

I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.

I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance. 

Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.

Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay. 

It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.

I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?  

Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.

Banana Tree

Banana trees

Most of the jungles of Sumatra are uprooted
to plant banana trees the orangutans have been made homeless.
They try to sit in the banana trees, but it is too brittle for the animals
 besides, they don´t care for this type of fruit, which gives them the runs.
It reminds me of Lisbon the Portuguese are proud of.
 Moneyed people are coming from abroad to settle in the city, 
a wonderful place to live.
The poor cannot afford the high rent when flats are modernized 
to suit newcomers.
 The unfortunates are pushed out to find a shack, if they are lucky 
or failing that, live in tents; 
many tents, in parks and sideroads while waiting to be housed.
There are many pretty banana trees in Lisbon, but they are expensive.
It has always been like this, the poor and the uncommunicative
must take the brunt when a town goes upmarket.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tribute To Negative People

Here’s to all the negative people
You know how the story goes
If brains were freakin’ dynamite
You couldn’t blow your nose
When people make rude comments
They act without common sense
If you’re negative and reading this
I hope you take offense
When I hear about my friends put down
Every bone in my body cries
If you rub yourself with Preparation H
You’ll probably shrink in size
So if this makes you  pout and cry
I didn’t mean to put you down
Besides someone already wrote a song
About the tears of a clown
I’ve changed my ways in recent days
And try to act with class
If I had run into you twenty years ago
You would have been laying on your @ss
So take your sarcasm somewhere else
And leave our poets alone
And try to find your self-esteem
In a place called the twilight zone.


	Dedicated to those who need to 
Make negative comments.
Form: Rhyme

In Her I Died

Testa 
Undone work 
On a corner
Passing daylight
Timing in my afterlight 
Caught between no canvas Pietro 
Illustrations disappearance 
Two see no other rain in sight

We passed true as our ghost lept

Fide et Amore 
By faith in love
Fidelity as anul

Being Borrowed 
For Film
By Another Woman


When We Come Aboard
A Military waited
In grasses tan, too low
Asnt in the future
Her return, ran from more
And in our time
All stood wide
Armed in rejection
Of a betters letters, above alls door 

Oh stormy night

Dani Woodward,
    Can we write tonight?


The nights editor
    In The Times

Curtains of light kid,
      Fall on my fold
           Before you turn it in


Under the evacuation 
    She appears

    It's easy cloth I fold for you lady
         He's edited headlines besides it once
           She's missed page before
   Also why your wise.
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025


Good Scene Sasha
me


Leaf or Lumber

Leaf or Lumber 

Are you green for entertainment? 

or are you showing how there's hope? 

As long as your bright green glow is showing 

Then you bet 

You are green for health 

not wealth where it doesn't matter 

besides 

Your work is in your appearance 

not in your effort 

But is that all you want to show who you were in this life 

without a little bit of work 

It would seem pointless 

That was all it really came down to looks 

and not the work you put into your life towards what goal 

Leaning on yourself may not be the best strategy 

but hey

Life is not always green too; sometimes its work.

Not Final Words

Jesus......: He didn't die on the cross,
                               because the man doesn't
                               kill the light...

                                       Lennon.: Imagine if not
                                        there was heaven, where
                                        Would John be...
                                        Politician ..: he doesn't live,
                                        real life...
                                        writes plays and
                                        he represents them...
                                        Monalisa: I don't recognise if
                                        she was pretty,
                                        or was not... lived
                                          enter to be and
                                          I'm not... the same as
                                          Shakespeare...
                                          GOD.. ; He's not faithful...!
                                           never was...
                                            man invented
                                             this mess...
                                           GOD is above
                                            Besides, GOD is most...!
                                             We are thread of light,
                                             so God made us...
                                             One day we will be one...
                                              (Alkas)

The Pure in Simplicity



"The Pure in Simplicity"

the love thieves
all in syncronicity
shoot silver kisses 

like bullets

penetrating
the pure 
in simplicity

pretenders 
sit at your table
feast on your losses

never your wins
now...
acrostics..

they swallow,
whole heartedly
it's kind of like medicine,

your everything, 
your sons 
and your daughters

and your 
fresh fresh brains
those scrambled

they're just 
small, simple 
sacrifices

in the bent
larger scheme
of things

they call you 
the Devil
but you’re just 

a shadow 
like a 
pilot fish

attached 
to the other shadow's
missile mind

sharp jaws
razor teeth and tongue bite
blood plumes, pretty, 

fingers tap dance
they move with the music
they write…

while 
the mind 
is off on its own

let’s pause 
for a second, a decade, 
okay, for a minute -

others say 
"wow, babe
you are no such thing..."

exclamation mark!

the jury turns
besides themselves
always besides themselves

to usher in
the other shut out, 
outside the story

the unmentioned
other one 
in

that one 
that remains
hidden 

works
at Freedom
…

that one,

so not 
interesting, could be,
absolute pure fiction

like the purity
hidden in Truth
like a child taken

it's a rippling 
fishpond being fed
morsels drifting

dissolving
crackers, 
cheesey nibbles

the truth 
in everything
like an aspirin 

placed softly 
on the tongue
swallowing Hell

poetic
cool
simplicity

bells ringing
like a win
like a sale

like a sail

like fair winds
pushing the 
freedom wings

behind me


(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023









alternative title:
The Hit List ;)
No. 1.

warm season greetings
as always;

warm, like closer
to where you don't want to go ... ever - 
but it's inevitable

more than likely ;)
Form: Narrative

A Romantic Table For Two

On a table for two
I see an open love letter
Besides that lay three roses
Two champagne glasses standing
Besides a bottle of champagne
Around them are scattered round chocolates
I hear a romantic song softly played 
That throbbed my heart as I listen
The light atop the table adds romance
It was special to see in every eyes
It's solemn, waiting a pair to occupy
Not far from where I sit two people came
One in tuxedo, one in fashionable dress
Oh I see, I smile to see a pair smiling
As they seat that prepared ovedue table 
Was meant for two romantic love birds
I giggle as I sip my champagne looking at them
Oh what a night to celebrate Valentines!
Form: Narrative

Premium Member TWO SHIPS

On many a morning walk I’ve seen this lady up ahead…walking in the streetlight’s glow
but she’s always been too far away…for me to say hello.

Besides walking in the dark the last thing I want to do is give someone a fright!
So…for the longest time we’ve passed each other…like two ships in the night.

But the other morning…at the same time…we passed under the streetlight’s glow
and, as we shared a smile, I had the chance to say hello.

Our hospital is just up the road…she was wearing scrubs…and as we started to converse
my mind, being as sharp as it is,…I deduced she was a nurse.

Our conversation was simple…she told me to have a nice day…I said…same to you.
but as she started to walk away I added, “And thanks for all you do.”

A smile lit up her face…it was as if the sun rose early that day…
and I swear a detected a little more bounce in her walk… 
as she turned and walked away.

I’m always filled with gratitude on my morning walks…
I like to thank the clouds, the moon the stars….the breeze…
I’m thankful for the flowers…thankful for the trees.

Over the years…as I’ve waked through the seasons…
winter…summer…spring…and fall…
I’ve had many an opportunity to stop and thank them one and all…

But this morning will always be special to me…
because as my normal gratitude I dispersed….
there in the glow of a streetlight….
I got to thank a nurse.

And what makes that even more special
is, to our mutual delight,
now we’ll be two ships that smile and say hello
as we pass each other in the night.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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