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Zilch-Chapter 5-Crash

Fire's Cot ebbs and flows a flame
Kept right by a massive bellows' aim
To forever burn the very same
Until our Smith laid a claim

Squirming sections growing in clumps
The digits laced with another's lumps
And now their mystery is laid bare for all
As all clumps shatter, reforge and stall

Stationary, stuck in stagnant time
Internally, crimson constricts into lime

Two Forged make a single Stray
Becoming two with one DNA

Muck Mashed Maniacal Man
Stands Strong Suffering Scan
For Friendly Faces Flamed
Trying To Thrive Tamed

smith Shaped smith So
boss Blows Bowels Broke
Life Lives Long Late
stars Shine Short

"FaTe."

*CRASH*


Premium Member Michael Jackson - 21

Dear Mike, 

I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.

You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.

Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.

Love Always, 
Colette Dright
Form: Lyric

Delgrins Spike

THE COMBINATION OF THE
SERIES OF MANEUVERS ARE CONCERNED
THE STEPS BEFORE DEFEAT
GUFLAND SCORN ( KARATE THRUST)
INTO A LA MISEREEL ( SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE)
FOLLOWED BY " THE DELGRIN'S SPIKE"
( PILEDRIVER)
CAN MAKE MOST OPPONENTS FALL TO DEFEAT.
IT'S HAS MADE HIM CHAMPION ELSEWHERE
THIS CROWD GATHERS TONIGHT TO SEE
IF IT CAN MAKE HIM CHAMPION HERE.
THE IRONY OF IT ALL
HE MAKES HIS RETURN TO THE VERY PLACE
HE STARTED HIS CAREER.
CAN TONIGHT BE THE NIGHT
WILL THE DILGRIN SPIKE MAKE HIM CHAMPION:
OR WILL HIS OPPONENTS "KEEN AND CUNNING  MIND"
(SPINNING TOE HOLD)
HAVE HIM TO ONCE AGAIN DEFEND HIS CROWN.
TUNE IN TONIGHT
OR COME DOWN TO THE ARENA,
WE'RE LIVE!

HE BEGAN HIS CAREER AT THE AGE OF 20 YEARS OLD. THE STORY GOES, AT AGE NINETEEN HE BOUGHT HIS FEMALE FRIEND TO MEET HIS PARENTS, THE LADY FRIEND STAYED THE NIGHT
SO THE GUY COULD DO HIS CHORES IN THE MORNING. WHEN MORNING CAME HE AND HIS FRIEND WENT OUT TO THE FIELDS, TO DIG POTATOES: THE GUY WAS SO HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE HE WENT TO THE TOMATO GARDEN AND STARTED DIGGING THE TOMATOES, HIS DAD SAW THIS AND TOOK THE SHOVEL HANDLE ACROSS HIS BACK, WHEN THE HANDLE BROKE HIS DAD TOOK THE GUY TO THE SOUTH-CITY RASSLIN LEAGUE, THIS WAS THE START OF THIS GUY'S CAREER.( HE'S ACTUALLY THE THIRD SEAT OBOIST IN THE SOUTH-CITY ORCHESTRA HE WEARS THE MASK BECAUSE OF THE INCIDENT WITH HIS PAW!
Form: Epic

Premium Member The Best of 'Pops'

      My poems are tops
         says Pops
       
      Read me one
         begs his son

      OK, Here we go
          Hear it flow… 


            #1       
       Roses are red 
          violets are blue
       Some girls can kiss
           Your two lips are dead
  
            #2
       Over the river and through the wood
          to grandmother’s house we go  
        Poor old woman, lyin’ in bed
           Hey – Why’s she wearin’ a hood?       
 
            #3
        Joe and Jill Biden went up Capitol Hill
           Joe fell down 
              broke his crown
                And Jill ignored him ever after
        
           #4
       I warned you
           overripe fruit makes you toot
       Happy trails to you
           until your diarrhea’s through…


        OK, son.
            I’m all done
        Thanks, Pops. 
           That sure was fun
Form: Rhyme

In the Day That He Broke Off My Chains

I was once without a Savior
Without hope, and without life
All my nights were full of fearing
And my days with pain and strife

Then I prayed, and I cried
And in love, He answered me
I was chained, I was tied
But in grace, He set me free

I was purchased by my Savior
And His servant I became
In the day that He broke off my chains

*********

I was chained by fleshly feelings
Sin just wouldn’t let me free
And I knew I couldn’t free myself
But who would rescue me?

Then He came, rescued me
Now I’m free to dance and sing
Now my heart’s filled with glee
I am cherished by my King

So I’m running to my Savior
And I’ve never been the same
Since the day that He broke off my chains

*********

When my life was full of sorrow
And the skies were full of rain
I forgot about His mercy
And complained about my pain

Then He came to explain
And at last, I understood
Blessings come through the rain
He is only ever good

I was suddenly so joyful
Started dancing in the rain
In the day that He broke off my chains

*********

Still it isn’t always easy
Pilgrim trails are often rough
But along this trail He’s shown me
That His grace will be enough

I’ll recall and I’ll tell
Of the times He heard my plea
When I tripped, when I fell
In His grace He lifted me

Then my mouth was filled with laughter
And my tongue with songs of praise
In the day that He broke off my chains
Form: Lyric


The Whisperer

I like a good French joke, when you listen to it, it makes you want to jump and shout, I like a good French joke; I am full up to my mouth. I like the French accent and the romantic gesture it has at the end, it’s the way the French president use the thumb to show disdain for the gun by pointing the thumb towards the ground. Are you going to make a decree with the King on his second outing? You will not touch that document until all has agreed that the medicine is too strong. You got rid of the queen to highlight your promiscuous dream but you will not suffocate the frock to put a jackass on the block. The French revolution broke out because of disparity between the goat and the cow, the French and the Brits are always at war but in Dickens tales of two cities, the British caregiver in charge of Doctor Manette daughter Lucie gave the French woman Therese, the wine shop proprietor the final sauce. They had it out on the floor and roll from door to door and Therese, the bar owner was shot and left bleeding on the floor and so Lucie and the team could board the plane and return to London. I like a good French Joke when you listen you have to walk about, I like a good French Joke when you know what you are about. Everyone is taking about this thing and they think that they know everything, but only the people in this thing can tell where it all begins. The King is talking about it and his body language suppressing it; the whisperers in the room will meet you soon and you will be in for a big surprise so get ready to roll the dice, I love the, drama, the irony and the twist, it is thought provoking and it sets everyone's mind on fire. Everything is down to the wire  now so don’t listen to the whisperer in the room, time will tell you what you need to know soon.
Form: Prose

Premium Member It's A Sad Day

It’s a sad day
when we forget Warriors
who've fought our Wars 
a price they'll pay
brought home—changed
the soulful smile you miss
the nightmares you can't fix
chained to what they’ve endured 
 lingering trauma
what they have espied...
that boy who perished at sea
the soldier felled on the beach
brothers separated onto ships 
both only sons of fraughted parents
what broke the heart... 
whence the contract procures
is the clash of wills and the turmoil of man
whither they are bound, it guarantees 
they’ll part with their
limbs torn
in drowning seas 
in roiling crimsoned tides,       
in disastrous flights
fallen from smoked skies 
from the harshest deserts
of the desert storms
in extreme heated days, 
in cold sands at night
in wide open terrain
their landmarks barren

I lift my head as I lay in bed this morn 
thru my curved bay window
I peer out from my drowsy squinting eyes
to catch a glimpse of the black bird’s mimicry 
he squaws a plaintiff’s alarm song 
O low and behold…
I am the only one 
parked on the Tuesday side of the street
reckon those came to forget
not one on my block had any memory of it
they aren’t touched as they should be
by simple procedures we must do
to celebrate, honor, or remember
to stand by the land of the free
to respect a marked day

It felt abandoning…

‘the importance’ 

‘the meaning of this day’  

‘what it stands for’

‘what men and women died for’

Today is Veteran’s day


PTSD turns to psychedelic therapy
Promising body of work
Treatment resistant
High in the veteran population
Removing red tape
To research
What was approved,
alters perception
Function
Reset neural connections of brain
The Trauma
Fasttrack it
Stanford’s founding—88% reduction of PTSD
—Dr Vin Gupta


I Am Anaya
November 11, 2025
Veterans Day
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

The Seals of Ragnarok, Part Iii

Odin he said,’This was not what fate told.
We were supposed to die on this field.’
I shrugged and said,’There was a change of plans,
So listen up, cause here’s the deal.
The norns, you see, could he hex to whole thing
So I sent my best-looking men down,
To treat the three ladies to dancing and drinks,
A regular old night on the town.’

‘And if know them true, they’re all still in bed,
After keeping those ladies up late.
And the webs the norns cast, they fell to Earth
And to dust they did all melt away.
It’s better this way, we all did agree,
Though mythology might be annoyed.
But we aren’t losing friends to nonsense like ‘fate,’
So we broke it, and gave you back choice.’

‘We do not believe we should lay down and die,
Nor could we let y’all think the same.
So we do what we do, we altered the rules,
And made the dark ones play our game.
And your prophecies knew not our modern tech,
Nor the lessons we learned from the horrors…
To think that a wolf, a snake, and a giant
Could beat a species born into war!’

We turned and headed for the great hall
The gods still far too stunned to relate
They’d come ‘round in time, surely enough
We’d all drink, carouse, and celebrate.
And as we walked off I heard the words spoke
From the Thunderer, still shaking his head
‘It may not be what we thought was in store,
But then again, at least we’re not dead!’

And the Norns settled down with their new loves,
And soon were surrounded by kids.
I went back to the hall, found my Valkyrie,
But can’t tell you the things that we did.
And for centuries more tales with will sung,
Great stories and epics will take stock,
Of the Doom of the Gods that didn’t quite come,
Of the SEALs who stormed Ragnarok.
Form: Epic

Premium Member The Future of the Children

THE ELITE CORPORATIONS,
HAD KNOWN ALL ALONG.
WHAT THEY WERE DOING,
WAS TOTALLY WRONG.

HUMAN CELL TOWERS
TO SPREAD THE WORD.
THEY CLAIM THEY HAD
TO THIN THE HERD.

VACCINATIONS,
WAS THEIR TOOL OF CHOICE.
THOSE WHO SPOKE UP,
WOULD LOSE THEIR VOICE.

CRITICAL THINKERS,
WERE DISBARRED AND BANNED.
THEY WERE TOLD
BECAUSE WE CAN.

WE GOVERN THE GOVERNMENTS.
WE HAVE THE POWER.
WE CREATE AND DESTROY 
AND FORCED THEM TO COWER.

WE CONTROL,
WHAT YOU SAY AND DO.
BECAUSE WE HAVE COMPLETE
CONTROL OVER YOU.

ALL HELL BROKE OUT.
A WAR WAS FOUGHT.
IT ALL STARTED WITH
WHAT CHILDREN WERE TAUGHT.

THEIR BELIEFS WERE ALTERED.
BOOKS WERE BURNED.
SLOWLY AND SURELY
YOUTH TWISTED AND TURNED.

THEY TURNED ON THEIR
MOTHERS, FATHERS AND FRIENDS.
NOT THINKING OR KNOWING
HOW THIS COULD ALL END.

THEY WOKE UP ONE MORNING.
THEIR RIGHTS WERE ALL GONE.
ELITE CORPORATIONS HAD THIS
PLANNED ALL ALONG.

NO ELDERS NO GUIDANCE.
THEY WERE ALL ON THEIR OWN.
THOSE WHO COULD THINK
CALLED FEMA CAMPS HOME.

THEIR BACKS TO THE WALL
THEY HAD ONLY ONE CHOICE.
BAN TOGETHER AND
AND CREATE THEIR OWN VOICE.

THEY WOULD NOT OBEY.
THEY REFUSED TO COMPLY.
ALL ALONG KNOWING
THEY COULD AND WOULD DIE.

FREEDOM TO THINK
AND DECIDE FOR THEM SELF 
WAS MORE IMPORTANT
THAN PSYCHOPATHS WEALTH.

Michael E. Harris
07022021
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Perennial Threat

The hills,once green,now bare
yeild to poppy fields.
in rainy season,fierce torrents race down
towards the valley.

And in the valley,ancient rills-
dug by the kings,
most of them now chocked and buried
encroached out of view.

So water gushes wild
past the old foundations deep,
swallowing homes,roads,and,markets
without mercy in the monsoon's cruel roar.

Coming to my locality,
a rill that drain water stood for ages
encroached by the selfish ones
whose places remain dry
even in the rainy season.

And that rainy season brought
floods to our doors.
Our locality drowned,homes flooded once more.

Then the local club rose,
cleared the clogged course,
and waters receded- the levels fell low.
Relief washed over us.

But this very winter,
scourge struck anew;
encroachment returned
as intruders broke through.

The rill level does not drain;
the cycle repeats
the levels stay high again.
Once more we brace
for the rains yet to come.

It is a perennial threat
to our safety,weilded not by outsiders
but by the majority of people
from amongst us.

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