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He Had Started Responding

He had started responding 
To death tapping at his door
Fog crowded on his glasses

He was a medical student
Carcinogens had loved his pancreas
Would you mind coming with me
The growing fog said

Could the young stallion
Hear the mortal footsteps
While making love 
With the green meadows

It came to a standstill
The handler was at a loss
Did the green ground 
The purple mounds
Lose interest 
In the equine vibration

The handler complied with
The animal Instinct


It followed the hospital smell
It pursued the smell of death
Went straight to the deathbed

Breath was taking time to arise
From the darkening lungs

The stallion's nose wandered
On his face and arm

Then it stood still
Deep eye to eye communication
Between animal and human


Smile couldn't stop
Its footsteps on his lips

The fresh scent of life allured him
He could feel the doors
The stallion had opened
With love


Premium Member Pothole Pete Buttigieg



Train Disaster, East Palestine, Ohio
Twenty days Ago.

Pete Buttigieg- Where Are You?


Doesn’t he care one bit if they eat.
East Palestine,filled with poisons
Hands swollen,crimson red from acid toxins
So what if they cannot breathe?
Who cares if carcinogens fill their lungs?
Or, they have safe water to drink, not!

The American President with Zelensky 
has glasses of champagne to clink.
And a gift of Five Hundred Million,with a 
warm handshake and a wink.
Three thousand, five hundred animals dead  
in East Palestine lie.
But the world weeps over a dead whale?
And humanity cheers, as ‘Air Farce One’ flies!


**Pete Buttigieg is Secretary of State of the USA, 
no experience . But can play the piano well and 
speak fluent Norwegian. **


God Bless the citizens of Ohio, whose air
and water are not yet tested by FEMA.
Let that happen to DC. New York or Chicago?
FEMA could not get there fast enough!



2/22/2023

Carousel

On these metal holds, we travel in endless circles
Day one's a compliment fest, day two I'm mere atoms
Your lips taste soft, like buttercream and meringue
But so artificial, only loads worth of carcinogens

Your eyes of chocolate conversate with mine
Chin so pronounced, cheekbones slender
Skin of Napoli caressing against my own
Tell me, amore mio, what your brain has been brewing. 

One day, I'll be your favorite monolith
Polished marble and draped red ribbons
But the next, you burn me and hop around
Playing fiddle like Nero is your mentor

You have flattened black hair in ocean waves
Towering stature, slouching fears your spine
Eyes wide like windows into your twisted heart
Visual masterpiece, but your backbone is gelatin

They say Lucifer was alluring, aura of sandalwood
Oh, pretty devil, your frame can't leave me be. 
Images triple axel into my daydreams
But apparently, we were never even dating?

But truthfully, you give me words of wisdom
That food to the eyes doesn't always nourish the soul
So, add me to your collection of the women you deceived
I'll step off this carousel, then forget your enticing face

But I'll buy a new ticket once I glance at your photograph
Not pleased to admit it, but my eyes have become your slaves...

Premium Member I Smell a Memory Coming On

The scents I remember like hand rolled cigars
Wine cask lined cellars in musty cool basements
Chocolate miniatures nestled in bright candy dishes
Tea leaves and mint steeping in dainty china cups.

Baked goods cooling on the kitchen counter
Roast with potatoes in a rich onion broth
Lilacs and roses lined on back yard fences
Channel #5 clings to grandmother’s sweater

Scents I remember from childhood spent
Fondly reminiscing with a wistful smile
In this sterile world I live in now
What will my grandchildren remember?

No leaves burnt on a cold autumn night
No carcinogens cooked over red hot coals
No second hand smoke that will cling to your clothes
No hairspray, no tea roses, no creams or colognes

No Sundays exploring my old Aunt Ruth’s farm
No chickens or guineas; no old dusty barns
No fresh moved hay or cinnamon apple pies
Just germicide, purified,  Ionic fresh air.
© Lena Pate  Create an image from this poem.

The Smoker

I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote

Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living

The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking

So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits

They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter

So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...



I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......


Premium Member Grandma Shar Pei

Inhaling and exhaling life one Marlboro Red at a time.
Those devil sticks sucking the satin from her face.
She'd wrinkles that could put a Shar Pei to shame.
She earned every one of those wrinkles in spades.

Despite battalions of carcinogens
She lived for about 383 seasons.
A life garnished with laughter- love- respect.
Surviving 2 world wars and a black divorce mess
Abuse-humiliation- loneliness -neglect.
Burying two husbands and scores of friends. 
And a curly-headed girl in a lavender dress.

She passed on the wisdom of the ancients.
Only a few ever really cared enough to listen.
Lessons forever forgotten, timeless elixirs undrunk.
All becoming yellowing stains upon the brooch of death.

Made Of

1/2/2021


Ever since day one
Even when I was way young
People so quick to say some

Different places we came from
Wisen up, don't play dumb

Hard days may come
Will or won't find out what your really made of

Remained sober or continued to take drugs
In the background, is a faint hum
On a daily basis it rains tons
Far too often I stayed numb
Resulting in the same buzz

A different chemical composition and make up
Whether or not times were strange and tough
Got to change it up, or you'll remain stuck

It takes a lot more than wit and discipline
On either side of the prime meridian
Close and far from amphibians
As well as pieces of snowflake obsidian
Never did good doing the bare minimum
Or always giving in
Among a world full of carcinogens
On course or an off kilter equilibrium
Until the point of oblivion
Form: Rhyme

Tenfold

3/20/22


Use to have on a blindfold
Always chasing fool's gold
Problems came tenfold

Lost sight of goals
Continually losing control
Fell into a black hole

Despite the toll
Never sold my soul
Still got a heart of gold

A lot of lies being told
Yet again B.S. unfolds
Until I'm old
There'll always be trolls
As well as gulls
And people that scold
In a world that can be beautiful or cold

Constantly I mull
In every direction, it all pulls
Can be difficult to cull
Endless thoughts inside my skull

Had to be bold
Put it all on hold
Took a stroll
Ended up at the North Pole

Oh no not him again
When will it end?
A bunch of backstabbers, nitpickers and crud talkers, ya'll suck
Can't sweat the small stuff
Messed it all up
Blew it away in the wind
What happen to the discipline?
Went back to it and did it again
You'd think I committed sin
Don't compare me to every citizen
At your own risk, try and call me a simpleton
On a planet tainted with carcinogens
From here to beyond Michigan
Often they say "it depends"
But it's not the same,  much was different then
Since a kid always been a friend
She's headed toward Wimbledon
Owns a dog a named Cinnamon
And takes care of her dad on Insulin

What a peculiar path I'm on
They tell me to find god
Not temporary it's lifelong
Can quit or fight on
Big difference between right and wrong

Many of times I defied the odds
I helped animals such as frightened dogs
And white swans

According to
Who
Me or you?

Am I doing right in life
Or losing the fight and sight
Of what's important
Meanwhile true potential lays dormant
Another step backwards or closer toward it

In space I drifted
Often felt conflicted
Struggling due to being addicted
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The After Effects

Swelling waters rage across the land; 
two foot, three, four…water-tantrum’s take their toll; 
capturing houses and cars.
The collection grows with every storm.
Tempests wage their war on unsuspecting trees and crops;
limbs whirl about the airways. frantically.

Four legged’s seek the higher ground for, safety’s sake; 
hurricane is a non-discriminatory beats; 
attacking everyone and everything in its path.
Whirling, swirling wind-tops, cut through land, neighborhoods, cities and forests; 
flinging debris like a child throwing a temper-tantrum.  
A spoiled brat in a rage.

Land will renew with time, cities will be re-built and birds will populate woods, 
forests and parks once again; provided that, 
hurricane tantrum does not repeat itself, too soon.
Nature’s children can be fussy and destructive to, 
people who upset the natural balance of things.
Everything that exists has a purpose; 
from the cockroach to the human.  
When each does it’s part, a balance is achieved.

Kill the rats off and the pests that feed off of them;
infect dogs, cats, livestock and even homes.
Frack-crack the earth’s crust-to-the-core and 
tectonic plates slide too far; 
carcinogens flood water and wetlands;
killing off billions of lives.  
Man, mammal, bird and fish…all gone.

Obliterate the trees and you obliterate oxygen; 
obliterate oxygen and you…extinguish all life.
The human beast has, an uncanny ability to do as,
they please; never considering the consequences of,
their actions.

It’s so easy to blame nature’s other children for,
human carelessness and mistakes;
Preaching about responsibility while avoiding it.

Premium Member Looking Forward

 Once, there were buffalo herds,
then the white man came.
All business money-minds;
their hide market thrived 
and then…no buffalo.

Once, the porcelain beluga,
numbered in the thousands.
Years of caviar-mad minds
depleted the pods,
to only three thousand, worldwide;
then, there were nearly none.

A-biotic oil hunters fracked
the oceans; earth’s crust.
Cracked by water and carcinogens, 
That have, depleted too much algae.
Soon, there’ll be none.

No plankton and algae,
starves thousands of marine species.
Look ahead, fifty to one hundred years
and there’ll be no more.

Once, there were colorful coral reefs, 
but demoniacal corporations,
have destroyed them.
Black sludge, 
Oil-seeking fools, trusting fools;
have eliminated them.
Now everything floods and 
there will be no more life.

Once, there were planets,
in Earth’s solar system.
The great destroyer, humans;
Have obliterated them all 
and it exists,
No more.

Someday, humans will obliterate themselves
and then, there’ll be none left;
on the brown dwarf,
formerly called, 
“Earth”.

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