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Premium Member Bug

Standing in the open night
Seeing the stars shinning so bright
Seems up there so very far
Reminds me of air holes across the lid of a jar. 
That housed a bug I once found 
Would watch it for hours with nearly no sound
The whole universe of the bug , I held in my hand. 
Wondering if it could even understand
That his world was microscopical  , a univers in a jar.
It stood there looking up towards its own sky 
Seeing the stars up there so high
Was it waiting, half afraid of seeing my eye
In one of the holes that looked to be a star
Like The stars we see up there, so very far
So I keep watching them stars, so far up in the sky
Half fearing someday , I may see an eye...
W.P Harris
Form: Rhyme


Casino Thoughts

casino thoughts

Sitting in a casino of the damned
Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
Playing the slots
Watching the crowd go wild
Watching the machines watching me

Drinking the free drinks of the damned
20 drinks too sober

And the gamblers on the gaming tables
Gambling away their fortune
Throwing money away
In hopes of the payoff
That somehow never comes

The pure decadent spectacle
The fake this and fake that
Phony this phony that

False New York
Paris in Vegas
Venetian canals, Roman forum
MGM Grand Lions

All fake, all phony
All deliciously decadent

The noise
The scantily clad waitresses
The men ogling the women

The women ogling back at them
The scent of wild decadence
Bad craziness in the air
The music – the lounge music from hell
The constant sound
Of money exchanging hands

It all overwhelms me
And I must sit down
And drink my reality drink
Drink it down and dirty

As I continue
To feed the hungry, greedy machines

Made in a workshop in hell
No doubt with child or slave labor
Imported from the third world 

All my money 
Is sucked into it
These machines from hell 

The beast from revelation appears
Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
Conducting this mad scene

And I am consumed by the greed
And the frenzy takes over me
All I want
All I need
All I desire

Is one more chance
One more shot

I scream 
At the utterly unfeeling monsters
That ate my money
And chewed up my soul

And I know
The worst drug of all
Is the gambling fever
The gold bugs

I would sell my soul
If I had one left
For a chance
At the jackpot of life

Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by

Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
 Goddess of the American Nightmare

Published in former people journal
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Flying Bug Thing Aka Fbt

We were alarmed when we saw the FBT on our video feed.
The Flying Bug Things (FBT) are from outer space, Planet Mead.
A man-made planet planted way up high in the sky,
To do surveillance, and determine if I am a good guy.

The FBT came incredibly, terribly, awful close to our house.
I hope it was one of my good days. Was I being a louse?
The FBT’s record your heartbeat, your smell, sensitivity too.
Was I in a good mood when it passed? Or was this the day I was blue?

It is important, for the KHFS will be the next to be sent to our town.
The Kill-Him-For-Sure (KHFS) is mean as snot, an ugly solid keen brown.
If you see one of them, you know you are better than dead.
The last one I saw loped off my uncle’s sweet head.

What time was the FBT caught on the video feed?
I asked everyone. When I saw it, I ran off on super speed.
For at that minute on that very day, I had been a bear, wanting my own way.
I had been snarly and mean, and I felt the KHFS might follow up today.

So I kissed my family, and took off in my red Lincoln car.
The one that linked with my phone, but we did not get far.
For in the rear view mirror I saw the FBT pointing me out.
When I saw the KHFS I gave out a squeak and a shout.

Of course they caught up with me, easily, for they are aliens.
I would like to say this had a happy………..
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Other Side

My child, a baptism took place when you jumped into the river for my sake—Ringo Bing

Just like her favorite character Alice she dresses
A young girl named Cassy sits bored by a riverbank
She looks into reflecting waters twirling her long tresses

A giant ladybug hanging onto a twig, has fallen and sank
Cassy jumps in, pulls with all her might on its wing
The ladybug's wing tears from all the water it drank

Swept up, she is thrown onto the ladybug with a fling
Flown far from the river, the ladybug thanks her for saving him
I’ll call you my young fair Alice, and you can call me Ringo Bing

Cassy admits to the current identity crisis she is in, one of seven
Ringo struck, by her inability to remember a poem of Alice’s adventures
He offers her a key and whispers, fits a door to the other side, heaven

Blurry swishes of gardens and trees, Ringo lands, fixes his wing and dentures
The door! In a panic realizes the key is lost, the one she’s clung to forever
Wormholes, galaxies, beaming showers, black holes, she now censures

Never needing the key at all the picture is clear, she sees stars of silver
The key a crutch, has held her back from the flow of the river
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Dead Roach Activity

The dead roach with its upended crinkly legs
has been lying in the windowsill for at least four weeks.
I would get rid of it, except...
nothing has amused me for years half as much
as people's horrified reactions when they notice her.
This poor ugly black dead thing.
I have decided to have a tiny plaque made, and a little glass coffin.
I will put her into the coffin, and glue my "snow white" plaque on the side,
ever so sweetly.
I will caution the taxidermist to make sure the legs remain up, as it is the cutest thing.
I will then pay him to stuff and stand seven little dead flies or ants.
His choice.
I will put little hats and vests on them and label them too.
Grumpy will really look grumpy.
This will bring the dead roach to a whole new level.
It might even embarrass the custodian,
but as she clearly has not noticed this dead roach in four or five weeks,
perhaps not.


Premium Member Things That Bug Me

Out of control children, out of patience parents,
People who feel entitled to not work, 
Bullying behaviors, racism, and ageism

Misogynist dictators, fervent followers who do not know why they follow,
People who are not held accountable for their bad manners,
Cigarette smoke in cars with babies,

Road rage drivers, video games that teach children to kill people.
Assault rifles in the hands of anybody, media glorifying murderer of school children,
Rape, murder, non-thinkers who talk incessantly,

Hating a bunch of people without knowing even one person from that group,
Children taken away from desperate parents, and put into cages,
So friends of the rich can get richer, while the poor are punished even more.
These things all bug me.

Premium Member Emperor Dragonfly's Best Ball Ever

Emperor dragonfly had a ball
Stag beetle came big and tall
Water springtail brought housefly date
Common cockroach came without a mate

Eyed hawkmoth arrived in style
Caught ladybug’s winsome smile
Praying mantis brought sense of doom 
Other mantises quickly left the room

Green lacewing came with water spring tail
Silverfish brought rest of supper from jail
Cicadas arrived with bottles of ale
Unusual feather bug came smelling quite stale

Bumblebee brought fresh honey and wax
Colorado potato beetle was holding his flax
Black ants brought chips from master’s house
Only one empty handed was elderly book louse

Morpho butterflies arrived dressed to dance
You could hear the music half way to France
Emperor Dragonfly’s shindig was a huge success
Firefly made magic with his sexy light up mistress

Everyone had a fine time except Praying Mantis who left mad.
Best Shindig ball the host, Emperor Dragonfly had ever had!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Love Bug

Those tender love words, those soft caresses
Those knowing glances that tell
The souls of two lovers floating high above
Wrapped tightly in love's gentle spell

Totally oblivious to the real world around them
Seduced by love's magic potion
A passion so intense, they struggle to breathe
Hard to described this emotion

The most intense feeling ever experienced
The ultimate sensation of lust
The need to appease this overwhelming desire
To satisfy this craving is a must

This passion can evolve into desire so intense
It can take over body and soul
Adrift on love's ocean oblivious to surroundings
You're totally out of control

Is this scene familiar, am I striking a chord
Do you still get that feeling inside
You've surely been bitten by that little old bug
And this critter will not be denied

© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Who Is the Ugliest At the Ugly Bug Ball

Who is the ugliest at the ugly bug ball?
Is it the hideous gnat or giraffe so tall?
Could it be that spitting camel with the ugly hump?
Or the orangutan with the butt that makes us jump?

Mayhaps it is the blue-footed boobie, a weird looking fellow
Or that weird looking duckling whose suit is off-color yellow.
Bloody turkey buzzard with mouth full of gore just came in.
He is not only ugly, but his carnivorous ways are an evil twin.

Octopus, penguin, goat, quail, each with an oddity.
Scorpion, wasp, rattlesnake with pattern of a vee….
Who is the ugliest at the ugly bug ball?
Starfish and squirrel get to pick but they went to the mall.

Could it be the mongoose, the peahen or yak?
Let’s choose the winner before they get back.
Sturgeon has a suggestion. It sounds like a wow.
Let’s call it a tie, and give them all a big whack.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Saved a Bug-N

"In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous."  Aristotle

Bug                                                                                                                                                                                 Spider                                                                                                       
Bug was trapped                                                                                           In spider's web.                                                                                           
He was 'spider food';                                                                                    No hope of escaping.                                                                                 That is until I arrived.                                                                                    In disbelief, the spider watched                                                                     Me gently remove him from the web.                                                         
Black widow was sad; bug and I, happy

051920PSCtest, Etheree, Dear Heart                                                                                                                        Theme choice, 'Nature'
Form: Etheree

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