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Premium Member The Home We Made

Pike Place Market and Space Needle
race tracks out at Indy
stands Jefferson's Memorial
Nashville's Grand Ole Opry

Biking somewhere downtown Beijing (Bay-jing)
Great Wall nearby Xian (Z-on)
wow, thirty million in Chongquing (Chun-king)
pass Hong Kong on sampan (sam-pon)

St Petersburg a sweethearts tryst
ballet at Mariinsky (a theater hall)
an icon city of artist
like those by Kandinsky

Cars on freeways not stepping gas
fans run after The Rock
L.A. Lakers sign autographs
strolls in Hollywood Park

Chinese market in commotion
kids playing fingersticks
riverbanks in Tai Chi motion
reruns of Bruce Lee flicks

Stunning St. Basil's Cathedral
posing pics on Red Square
pass the Kremlin on a night stroll
goulash supper affair

Golden Gate, city by the Bay
Gateway Arch, St Louis
down Bourbon Street Mardi Gras Day
Graceland out by Memphis

Like that of Poe, in his real life,
to write was his haven
suffering the loss of his wife
two years since The Raven

Lamenting a loss is noted
though before it to be
guess a premonition floated
Poe writes of death, mostly

As you can read the no-frilled rhymes
a few strokes on the board
nothing compelling no-thrilled times
such things should be ignored.

Merely go out and drive somewhere
steer from them who forebode
Just be able to simply say
"Are we on the right road?"

While at homes here, or homes o'er there
Just living the homelife
Enjoying each other here--there
Live as one, free of strife.
Form: Rhyme


No My Name No Tony Montana

My name is not Tony Montana
No, I'am not a nature born killer
The heroine is not embedded in veins
I'am always drug free like the quotes states
ride or die don't get 
high off your own supply 

My name is not Tony Montana
I'am not a gangsters 
I'am that Bruce Lee the one you don't want to mess with
One blow to the head and the second blow to the chest
consider yourself knocked out
For sure I have skillz like that

My name is not Tony Montana
Tattoo this to your forehead 
No wankster
No drug dealer
No gangster

Check the profile I hit the school books
not the streets
I know how to say no to a situation
 that may cause destruction in my life

No my name is not Tony Montana
Say no to drug
Say yes to school and a job
So you can have a healthy stable life

By Shaniki Smith
Date: April 17, 2016
Form: Verse

Angels Guide Me

Angels guide me


Sat in a hospital waiting for God;
I need some help, to pick me up.
I’m going crazy, I’ve lost the plot;
I’ve lost my way, without your love.


Stood before me are a cleaner and his twin brother;
A serene presence glows around them both.
They speak peaceful words, within the mundane
And I immediately feel comforted by the holy ghost.


They talk to each other and I listen intensely,
To every word looking for an answer.
There is no-one else in the waiting room
And in them I see Him or Her.


The God up above gave them religious names
And I believe they are here when I needed to be saved.
They mop up the floor like Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty
And I see in them both, something Heavenly.


When I am at my lowest and in need of some help,
They appeared before me and eased all my problems.
They showed me Heavens gates, when I was living in Hell,
Now I am sane once more, but angels should not be forgotten.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Premium Member - Those Were the Days -

We do not listen as before anymore
Emotions that occur when the music plays
Supertramp - "School" or
ABBA - "S.O.S."
a pulsating drive

Bee Gees - "Stayin 'Alive"
Bruce Springsteen - "The River"
Kate Bush - "Running Up That Hill"
the sound of the best

The Cure - "Friday, I'm In Love"
outstanding electronic dance music
Edwyn Collins - "A Girl Like You"
total enjoyment of life

Bob Dylan - "Thunder On The Mountain"
George Michael - "Fastlove"
with harmonies to die for
A wave of amazing artists

«Peace, Love and Understanding»
«Flower Power», colorful, patterned and floral clothing
Marijuana, which gave a distorted reality

A clear rhythm mark
"The King of Rock'n Roll" - Elvis Aron Presley
Bob Dylan: - "Blowin 'in the wind"
Fly like a white dove

If she/he got his first kiss when Beatles sang: "Let It Be"
or grew up with Janis Joplin in the speakers ... woow
"Well, feeling good was easy"
Oh, heaven and stars ... we will never forget














05.06.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Premium Member Sunkist Summers










I adored the Chicago lakeshore!
The magnificent scent of Lake Michigan!
To a little girl, a dream come true, with 
umbrellas of every hue.
Oh, the heavenly feel of sand between my 
little tanned toes.
You know just how my little-girl heart rose.

Sandcastles, of course, we did meke!
And sand cookies, so wet and opaque.
We could not wait to get our toes baptized 
by Lake Michigans waters
We'd run so happily in, as though we were her 
long, lost Neptune's sons and daughters.
Splashing each older and swimming our very 
level best!
There we were, young, tanned and after a 
while, needed a rest!

The beach hot dogs there, were, I am certain in 
God's heaven made.
We ate them under our very own rainbowed, 
tinted, umbrella shade.
The beverage was orange soda with much 
crunchy, crushed ice.
I'd give anything to taste it again, not once but thrice.
We walked back, full of good cheer, to the white and 
orange North Avenue bus.
A poetess soul, in bloom in one of us!

                       4/6/2021
                          ~1~

In loving memory of my late Aunt Angie and 
my late  cousin, Bruce! Miss you...Pangie
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member BRAVE ENTERPRISE

Tony rouses, his circuits buzzing,  
 the taste of copper lingering in his mouth.  
A battlefield stretches behind his eyelids—  
always the same one.  

Natasha counts her scars like rosary beads,  
each one a prayer she never spoke aloud.  
The red in her ledger has faded to rust,  
but the weight remains.  

Steve stands at the window,  
his reflection a stranger from 1943.  
The shield leans against the wall,  
waiting for hands that feel too old.  

Thor’s laughter shakes the rafters,  
but the lightning in his eyes dims  
when no one’s looking.  
Asgard is a ghost in his voice.  

Bruce folds his rage into origami cranes,  
tiny and precise.  
The other guy watches from the shadows,  
quiet for now.  

They gather where the sky is bruised with twilight,  
a fractured constellation.  
Although the earth keeps revolving,
we humans applaud their brave enterprise.

Premium Member NO KING'S DAY! 3rd Protest

Vigilance is the price of freedom
Seen, are the caskets home comings 
We don’t want any more forever wars
It’s always been the black gold, we fight for
Illegal catastrophic war, worth billions 
Our dad’s fought fascists, with their lives they paid,
offerings of service to the millions
A system we can trust is all we want,
this tactical gambit smoldering, far from it
Even as the heartless with their hatred,
face to face, they try tirelessly to provoke us,
yet with grace, we stand tall with heads held high

They are the  a g g r e s s o r s 
with a need in their bitter-battered hearts,
where their pain inside resides
For them it’s too late, it's too late!
For them  change will never come
And although they are enabled,
by the few, the mean-spirited labeled,
it’s how they shall remain
And we protest peacefully regardless 
Their youthful ones are young not wordless,
their great-grand-and-dads fought against 
what these cruel men now represent…

The man who sold the world,
The King of clowns absurd
A trickster trumpets his hellish horn
A thorn subsides aside in world’s forlorn

Nationwide, in the thousands,’ 
from up north, down south, east and west
Los Angeles, we all know it best!
New York City, Boston,
all the way to Mar-A-Largo!
We come from everywhere, 
and to all beats and tempos 
our soulful hearts filled, when we go,
All generations generate sounds of protest
most festive, with signs of sorrow and spoken words
Shout-outs mellifluous,
in harmony we sing-along
Voices alike, we’re birds of a feather,
and we beat our drums together
And how kind of them to show,
to say how out-of-touch is The Prez
Bruce, Billy Porter, Jane and 
J o a n B a e z                    
Against his mad minded, agenda
we’ll find a way,
This new world order
out the window and to the border 
A culture war, windstorm 
Colors combined—humans sway
catching the wave, 
in the center of it all
I m m i g r a n t s,
we came out for them,
and their children, and for ourselves
We carry the American flag,
others carry flags of their motherlands,
A reminder of where we come from
We want to take it back,
it’s ours and not for ruthless racists
Vigilance is the price of freedom,
and courage is infectious



NO KINGS DAY 3rd Protest
3/28/26
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Premium Member I Remember Your Streets

How many people
listen to 'The Streets
of Philadelphia' 
on repeat while writing
a poem and running 
at sunset
on Grandover Parkway
in Greensboro,
North Carolina?

Maybe one:
me.
Tonight, I did.

"And my clothes don't fit
me no more.
I've walked 1,000 miles
just to slip this skin."

I passed out drunk
like a sack of potatoes
last night, but I don't remember
that, or the endings of most nights.

We don't talk about AIDS, 
anymore, or homosexuality,
or alcoholism.

But some of us read poetry,
when we feel 
lonely.  

Bruce Springsteen,
you complete me.
A thousand miles
is nothing 
next to love
and great music.

The story of your song
in the movie, 'Philadelphia'
is great, and I will teach 
my students not to forget it.

I will teach them to look up,
to look out,
to listen, and to consider
music and words, and more
than running.  

"Kids, listen to it again
on your own.
Watch the movie, someday
when the world is ready
to feel empathy again.

I hope Tom Hanks is
still alive then to know 
you were listening.

A tree I ran by
looks like it was doing 
a split
upside down 
with its branches divided.

It hurt to look at it.

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme,
or reason,
or question, 
or send cryptic messages
that I can't figure out.

This one is just words 
that make you think.

I hope these ones do that
for you.
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Premium Member Classic Rock N Roll

Carlo Santana's Black Magic Woman,
in the 60's and 70's gave magic to his 
band.. 

Drugs were part of this movement it's
fair to say. Getting high for many, 
while listening to their music, was the
common way

   Peace signs, beads, bell bottoms,
psychedelic shirts, desert boots, and
long hair and marijuana, is what was 
in style. Looking back and being part
of that history lifestyle, makes me smile.

   Peace protesters against the draft,
and Vietnam war. Jimi Hendrix, Peter,
Paul and Mary, The Beatles, Bob Dillon
The Beach Boys,Led Zepplin, Rolling
Stones,Elvis,Simon and Garfunkel,
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Neil Young,
Leonard Skynyrd, Eric Clapton, Carly
Simon is all we heard.

They kept our soldiers in Viet Nam 
mentally occupied. It helped them
overcome their stress, and brought
some pleasure to their lives.

Rock N Roll Music had an impact
everywhere.The melodies and lyrics
represented a culture reflecting people,
who really cared. 

  Neil Young, Eric Clapton, Aerosmith,   
Neil Diamond, Barbara Striesand,
Jim Croce made the scene. Years later
Disco and the Bee Gee's came dancing
in.

  Disco died, it didn't last long, during
this time Rock N Roll kept rolling on.

Rush, The Eagles, The Police, Peter
Frampton, Boston, Reo Speedwagon,
Blue OysterCult, Fleetwood Mac, Bob
Seger, Steve Miller band, we listened
to. I can't forget Journey, Bruce
Springsteen, Foreigner or the Who.

  Bon Jovi, Creed, Madonna, Red Chili 
Peppers, Van Halen, Black Eye Peas,
Were hot then. Rock N Roll songs, will
keep on playing, and be appreciated 
over and over again. 

  Time reflects the Lyrics in the songs,
of the good times and the wrongs.
Woodstock brought them all together,
a lasting bond to last forever.. .



 Homeward Bound Simon and Garfunkel 
was the favorite song with the soldiers. Also
John mentioned The Lion SleepsTonight by 
the Tokens.  Robert Lindley also mentioned
their groups that were left out. Please read his
comments below. I also thank Robert for his 
valued input.

  I just want to add that the 60's and
70's were my personal favorite years.
I say this because people really cared
about the war and each other. They
were right...
  


  
Michael Tor 10/16/2015  Nayda Ivette Negron. Contest: Favorite Music Type
Form: Rhyme

I wanna know what love is

I wanna know what love is
Do we really know if love exists? 
We search for it our entire lives 
Searching for that something that I'll never find

Lust exists I’ve been a victim myself…..
Hence i wanna know what love is 
“Let me see it, let me see it”
Let me see it for myself! 

“But i do know one thing though”
Love’s invisible, it aint on show 
i wanna know what love is? 
Can someone please let me know 

I think Lust and love are the same
Alter egos Like batman n bruce wayne?  
“I wish i had someone to love me”  
Coz…I wanna know what love is!

I wanna know what love is - Foreigner
Let me see it - UGK
Superman - Eminem 
I wish I had someone to love me - The Dubliners
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Form: Quatern

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