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World's Biggest Player

I told women that I loved them to get them into bed.
I promised them marriage but I dumped them instead.
I was the world's biggest player and that's a fact.
But when I dumped one woman, I came to regret how she would react.
She lied and had me arrested when she said that I hit her.
When it came to making my life a living Hell, she was no quitter.
I came home one day and found both of my dogs dead.
She gave them poisoned food that killed them while they were being fed.
She admitted to me that she killed them to break my heart.
If I hadn't been a jerk, my life wouldn't have been falling apart.
I was in misery because I thought that she wouldn't stop.
She tried to burn down my house and she was arrested by the cops.
She's behind bars and she'll be there for awhile.
Women were nothing but conquests to me and that was vile.
My friends said that my ways would catch up to me; it's a shame that I couldn't have 
foreseen it.
I'll never tell another woman that I love her unless I really mean it.

(THIS FICTIONAL POEM WAS INSPIRED BY THE 1996 FILM 'A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND 
HATE.'
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I Call It As I See It

We are what we are, at any given point in our life
              Everything we do that moment, is it based on choice 
             Mostly influenced by knowledge, innate feelings as well
           My circumstances make decisions, if living becomes a hell

                What is needed for one, may be different for another 
             Knowing right from wrong, is immaterial when we suffer
            Holding good intentions, when the worlds falling to pieces 
          Trying to avoid temptation, watching others indulge caprices

                 Needs must be met, where entire families depend
              Choice goes out the window, when no money to spend 
             This is not greed or avarice, a forced desperate situation
          Different the whole world over, in each and every generation 

              Is it possible love can overcome, bring eternal equality 
            Sorry when looking at history, mostly I see abject poverty
         Which’s worse, burn down the amazon to make grazing fields 
       Or be the owner of its namesake, amassing billions on the yields 

               Disparity between nations, just leads to endless wars
            Colonization of whole continents, we still bear open scars
           I look to the future, No! what’s the point, if already written 
         Deus ex machina will you intervene, I’d love to, but forbidden 


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Form: Rhyme

Her First President

Bondage was good for us.
"Master-me,
you are me taking me.” She was right,
I would lose myself in her.

She’s related to George Washington,
A man of his time.
A black girl for all times.
George is silent.

Mind brings her to me now
as she arranges
the form and flavors of desire,
her flesh a sensual braille for shaping hands,
limbs a binding chimera,
flesh capturing flowing silks -
a choreography of her muted history.

Inarticulate passions lock us together,
we are deep sea divers
pushing against an erotic gravity.

Somewhere in another story,
an aged Washington shoves his shriveled member
into another young black woman.
Should we honor both?
Dark is the page we now turn.

Truth or not, love or maybe.
Once we were most pleased
to burn down the president's mansion
again and again.

Premium Member Mirror of fire

Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free

Dark Misery

Dark misery
how you wrap my heart 
like a black cat around the leg

waking world thrust back into dream
vaccume un-escapable
i fall backwards
into your dark embace

slowly i sink , deep into your blackness
i feel the air course through my fingers
air rushing around my ears
as i decsend into this mist of tears

burn down my face
lacerations in thier wake
tears like blades
tears of dispair

i reach for the sun
now a tiny point of light
i see it's folly
in this black night 

i look up and there you are
eyes hollow as death
you are made of a billion stars
glistening upon your midnight coat
Form:


Go To Hell Part Two

Childhood is a stranger, taken away,
pushed into games we do not want to play.

Of all the battles that I have fought it is this one which always surrounds me,
punchdrunk, forever looking the wrong way with eyes closed.

Life would be wonderful were it not for those 3am wakings,
those naked lunch moments, 
where the camera pulls out and zooms in on life,
and I'm in the foreground.
This camera close-up always takes me by surprise,
I am never ready.
What is its obsession,
does it want my confession?
And what did I do anyway?
I just happen to be here, everyday.
None of this "blame" is mine,
in this cruel act, this pantomime.
This invented game of cheap charades
and I'll burn down your house of cards,
but not today.
Today the games are mine to play,
Now I will keep you locked away.
I'll keep you secret, I'll keep you near,
Now you'll live in endless fear.

One night the truth will creep into your room,
at 3am,
and slide under your covers.
And I along with all the others.

We'll use our words like a loaded gun,

you'll go to hell for what you've done.

Traumatic Memories

You should feel ashamed.
What are you an idiot?
The woman is standing there with a baby crying in her arms.
The train is starting and stopping, rapid, erratic, uncaring.
Get the hell up and give this woman your seat!
God, you'd think that Tufts education would give you even a shred of common sense.
Unbelievable.

You should feel ashamed.
He is your blood.
You don't turn your back on him.
No matter what he says to you, take it lying down.
Like a doormat with too many footprints,
he'd stomp you into the ground so flat you'd barely qualify as human.
Disgusting.

You should feel ashamed.
I am your elder and caretaker.
How DARE you be fresh with me!
(Smack!!)
There, now your shame is made manifest
in a handprint across your cheek.
Do not misbehave.
Deviant.

You should feel ashamed.
A sinful heartless monster.
She was just a little girl .  (i was just a little boy)
All for gratification.
God you make me sick.
Perverted.

YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED, BIG TIME
THE VILE HORRIFIC THOUGHTS IN YOUR MIND
I MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE
GO AND TELL THE PEOPLE
GO AND BURN DOWN THE CITIES
GO RAPE AND PILLAGE THE INNOCENT
THIS IS WHO YOU ARE
BECAUSE THIS IS WHO I SAY YOU ARE
IF YOU QUESTION ME EVEN FOR A SECOND
I SWEAR ON MY LIFE GOD WILL STRIKE YOU BLIND
A SINFUL HEARTLESS MONSTER
I MADE YOU IN MY IMAGE
DEATHWORSHIPPER

(ok ok i get it.
 but i don't think i should feel ashamed.
 because shame is misdirected anger,
 and anger is another name for fear,
 none of which are even remotely loving)

(so i'll tell you what we're gonna do...
 you can all feel ashamed on my behalf.
 you carry the overwhelming guilt, the recorded evidence...
 i am a sinful heartless monster)

(just keep repeating that to yourselves over and over again,
 and leave me the hell alone.
 i'll be outside on a long overdue leisurely stroll.
 believe me, i could use a breath of fresh air)

Premium Member The Work I Do

It is the job that I do why I need to escape, get away and write;
I help companies plan to respond should things go bump in the night.
I am in Crisis Management, preparing valid contingencies;
Writing plans and solutions for recovery strategies.

Should the data center burn down or a hurricane arrive,
I implement solutions making sure the company will survive.
Human safety is job one, critical processes come next;
Preparing solutions ahead of time and putting them down in text.

Responding to disaster; mitigating risks and threats;
Ensuring responders are prepared by facilitating tests.
Meeting with civil authorities, knowing all the laws;
Understanding critical infrastructure and the possible flaws.

Companies must continue to service their customers and clientele
Even if their world around them is crumbling all to hell;
So I help to prepare them to respond to the very worst,
Making sure, of course, that their employees are protected first.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Stop the Violent Protests

Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along.  Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions!  But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property.  If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd.  They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.

I am sorry about what happened to  George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence.  He just happened to get caught in the act!  He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!

Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence!  The president wants to call out the United States military.  And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
   
Stop! The senseless acts of violence!  Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington!  Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them.  They are citizens vigilantes.  They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Your Freedom Matters


Follow the rules or what?
Will you hit me with a belt?

I am an American you know.
So, I don't dig the junk you blow.

I can see what's coming down
the pike!
You think I acquiesce and never strike?

It's an indoor arcapelego in California, 
in case you don't know.
The ruse is the people here rejoice in 
being lock downed, find it innocent 
as snow?

I said this once is another poem,
But to repeat:  
We have Stockholm Syndrome and 
we just happily glow?

It's not funny nor acceptable to me
when I have no rights but an anarchist 
does?
Californians' brains are covered with 
Covid 19 fuzz!

I loathed Hitler and all he stood for  
and more.
Covid is a virus Nazi, who will take any 
freedom you do not fight for.

Better to be an agitator and take to 
the streets.
How about " Freedom Matters?"
I would call that a respectable treat.

We need not burn down the town.
Leave that to anarchist clowns.

Stop being patsys, stop following
the rules.
We won't stop though,we already 
bought the Syndrome tools!



Category Freedom


     September 25, 2020
             6pm PST
Form: Couplet

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