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Jimi Hendrix

Electric poems reverberated,
Within the walls of a London abode.
A psychedelic haze fueled the gift,
That a creative heart was bestowed.

Far from his broomstick days,
Passionate strums…electrified the room.
Emphasizing the pain from within,
Recalling the days he strummed the broom.

Acid rock...illuminated the winding path,
That led his creative heart to fly.
Good intentions laced by corrosive thoughts,
Inspired the work…from his daily supply.

Guided by his artistic soul,
The frets…fretted to that day.
Captured by a recording device,
Were the anthems…that we replay.

What began in London ended in London,
In the same lonely…workplace room.
He was here that day, then gone the next,
In the blink of an eye, he was gone too soon.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Can You Believe It

One Liners 4 (can you believe it)

For Sale: Parachute. Used once, never opened, small stain
Definitely a sales pitch, stain is quite large
When people tell you how young you're looking lately
They're also telling you how old you are

Okay Scottie, now beam down my clothes, not funny
Think you can get away with that spacey stuff
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
Hmm, methinks that'll end up quite rough

Here's a puzzle, why don't women blink during foreplay?
Because they don't really have enough time
Ever heard of a blink of an eye... well there you go
Anything longer is considered overtime

Remember half the people you know are below average
Hmm, good point... feel 50% better now?
A journey of a thousand miles starts with a broken fan belt
Why do psychics ask your name for cryin' out loud

Get a new car for your spouse, it'll really be a great trade
Some of my best friends are other guys' wives
More impressive when others discover your good qualities
Without your help... than having to resort to lies

Jitterbugs are hard to get rid of, but I've got a solution
Stop playing that damn boogie-woogie stuff
Time is the best teacher, too bad it kills all of its students
Often thought of putting stuff in her ****

Those of you that believe in telekinesis, raise my hand
So you in the back, best you go to the loo
Join the Army, meet interesting people, and kill them
Maybe the army should be a little less true

If a mechanic tells you he can't fix your brakes
So he made your horn much louder and how
A man was in a car accident, it made his left side paralyzed
Doc said, "After examination, he'll be all right now"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Night the Grinch Stole Our Muses

'Twas the night before Christmas and their pages were bare
  Not one word could they write, not one verse to declare
  The Grinch had snuck in, and in one fell swoop
  Had stolen the muses from poets on the "Soup"!

 It was the thing that all poets dread 
 As visions of emptiness swirled in their heads
 No syllables floated to fill in the gap
 Some poets decided their contest to scrap!

 Then on the blog page there arose such a chatter
 Poets rushed over to see what was the matter
 The blogger's avatar was just a red sash
 She said she could get back the muses, for a large sum of cash

 Many of the poets thought this was a trick
 It was just a scheme to make money real quick
 But in the blink of an eye another blogger came
 He said that St. Nicholas was his real name!

 Now Heidi, now Anne-Lise, now Andrea and Jan
 They told us that St. Nicholas had a plan
 To the realm of the Grinch where green snowflakes fall
 St Nicholas would go and retrieve the muses for all!

 In no time at all he took to the sky
 And to the realm of the Grinch on his sleigh he did fly
 As the Grinch lay sleeping the muses he withdrew
 And to the Soup, again he flew

 He delivered the muses to all the poets around
 Poets started writing their words did abound
 They wrote of angels and bright stars, and things that uplift
 St. Nick had given them the muse as their gift

 Then St. Nick called for all his reindeer
 And soon he took off and flew out of there
 But they heard him say, before he left the site
 Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good write!!
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Locked door

Sometimes, I wish I would have felt a love that was true
That someone would have found me worth an 'I do'
What could of been
Back when
Never knocking on my door
No one made me soar 
Just alone and walking the floor
Once gave love a shot
Was too hot
So many feelings
My heart got to reeling 
Tried
Cried
Emotions got fried
Found love may not be real
What does it means to feel
Afraid to try
Afraid to cry
Sitting here thinking of days gone by
Exchanging glances
Afraid to take chances 
Heading home alone
Cause of what love has shown
How easy it seems love can die
Were hearts really meant to fly
Is it worth a try
No, not for me
All I see
Trust 
Is a must
I give no one my heart
They would just break it apart
So alone I stay
It is the only way
Love is pain
I fear it's stain
Days past
Yesterdays never last
Tomorrow arrives so fast
In the blink of an eye
Time did fly
Seems time wasted
Love can't be tasted
Lock down my heart
I stand apart.
Die alone
Says a heart of stone
I wish I wish
I would of had a dish
I should of at least tried
Maybe I'd of cried
As love died
To late
That's fate
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Crystals of Starlight

Look up: to see a dome of black velvet
lavishly set with crystals of starlight.
And watch time confetti infinity,
as trillions of lights twinkle in the night.

Mars and Jupiter share a reddish tinge
while Venus and Mercury are ablaze.
And though Neptune and Uranus are faint;
Saturn's pastel rings evoke songs of praise.

A pocked-faced moon reflects Sol's golden beams,
smiling at a cloud of bats flying by.
And gravity pulls shooting stars to Earth,
splitting the sky in the blink of an eye.

And chameleon clouds shift from pale grey,
to lavender, at the end of the day.
Form: Sonnet


Armageddon

A battlefield called Megiddo
is where the world will be drawn
How the story ends will be forgotten
and generals will move on
Why Megiddo? The world may ask
And the answer will be simple
Megiddo, is where the enemy is
and there he will build his temple

There are as many stories as there are stars
when they all arrive
But by then the bible will seem 
like one single sentence
the common thread woven in their lives

And there the futruity will take place
One single event will engulf
the entire human race
The attempt to interchange the worlds
parallelism with the Word will move
from improbability to impossibility
in the blink of an eye

Prayer For Future of the Planet

A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought 
Engaged in Meditation 
on the fate 
Of the earth 

She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe

She tells them 
Of the rise of the neo fascists
And the refusal to address
The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change

She prays and prays
And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans 

She has two visions
Of a possible future
Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision 

The first 
The neo fascists
Seize control
And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction

Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change
As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves

And it happens
In a blink of an eye
In less than five years
The world will end 
Game over civilization ends 

The second vision
The optimistic vision
Humanity wakes up
From their collective night mare
Throws off the neo fascist cabal

And begin to change the world
Making the economy works 
For all of us
Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe

They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution
All over the world
People wake up
Demand change

And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome 
The dark hours
Of the present age

The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word
It up to us
To choose our fate

The end is indeed near
It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet
If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light

And overthrow
The neo-fascist cabal
And restore democracy
And peace will break out
And all will end well

If not
Well she says
You have been warned
The universe has spoken
So, mote it be

april 16 poem for April Poetry Challenge
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Cinquain

'twas Christmas Eve

The stockings were hung
with the greatest of love,
in the hope that St. Nick 
would appear from above

While we slept a good sleep
he came with our toys,
each one placed just so
for us good girls and boys

He went from house to house
and left presents for all--
from the tiniest of tiny
to the tallest of tall

With the blink of an eye
he kept going strong,
delivering to everyone
and getting nothing wrong

He sat down for a minute
to take a quick break,
and cure that rumbling stomach
with a small sliver of cake

Then he made quick work
with his job's delight,
he was smiling and singing
cruising at the speed of light

While we didn't hear a thing
he did it all in a night,
that jolly man and his reindeer
then just flew out of sight

We woke from our sleep
seeing what he had done
our dreams have been filled...
St. Nick makes every Christmas fun!


12/16/2017
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Something About Me

Not very humble but I dare say out loud - 
There is something about me of which I’m proud. 

That’s not what I asked for, much less than I sought - 
Iron clad patience I was patently taught. 

So much by my parents, more so by my friends, 
A lot by my husbands through break ups and mends. 

I considered I was quite well equipped til 
My girls, taking over the throne, bent my will. 

I, from that fresh irreversible point on 
Participated in patience marathon. 

Note, that in that blind-sided, nerve-racking run 
In full compliance I was the only one. 

The first lesson taught in a blink of an eye - 
Life was neither ‘bout me, nor myself, nor I.

A brand new concept was born -  “at any price”,
Under sophisticated name “sacrifice”. 
(And no, no compromise) 

While braiding hair and cuddling I had no clue,
Grownup daughters’ ups and downs would be mine too. 

Three of them, plus me, plus hectic hormones’ kick -
Ride to hell and back, never mind thin and thick. 

Long run didn’t run out of patience punning -
My girls grew up and I grew old - still running! 
  
P.S. 
Patience paid off, it excelled with my offspring - 
Now my grandkids get away with everything! 

March 23, 2023

Sponsor:  Jaymee Thomas
Contest: Expertise
Form: Couplet

Weathering Seasons

Clouds gather to bring rain
& water forms
for the fall
When autumn leaves 
for the season 
trees shed the same
for us all
Life is the same
in many ways
as storms will come
after calm
Their coming brings clarity
to wash away
clearing the scene
like a bomb
Some hibernate
during the winter
only to emerge
for the spring
It's said the fluid nature
of isolation
can be used 
for many things
You can crystalize into
a being made of light
or you can choose
the other scope
Master the seasons
of your soul
& see the truth
of them both
Weather is relative
to your scope
& is a rhyme for
different reasons
Life is a myriad
of different words
lyrics that compose
many seasons
Embrace it all 
for a time
for this is just
a blink of an eye
Whether it's weather
or stormy lives
it's all the same
in his eyes
Form: Rhyme

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