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The House of the Dead

Welcome to the house of the dead, from now on everyone will be fed 
Welcome to the house of the dead, you can have that gigantic bed and a comfortable place to lay your head; you will have food galore and plenty of time to dance on the floor. You will have seventy working hours per week and enough time to stroll around the street. 

 Welcome to the house of the dead you will meet the grizzly bear underneath the bed; it will give you an assignment to deliver to hell so read the instructions carefully before you go through the door; place it underneath your tongue and put  the magnetic chip in the filling between your gum, sweet, bitter,  sweet and savory, pride is waiting for proud Mary deliver the chip to the jewelry store and you will see a bright light reflect before you go through the door and he will read the message. 

 Welcome to the house of the dead, the army is coming around the bend they are going towards the border to prevent the summer disorder, millions will cross over and the battle will be over, there will be no need to fight for everyone will understand the sacrifice and work with what they have got. They will gather skirts, apron, jeans and socks to fill the entire map far away from the border. 

 Welcome to the house of the dead, these are the instructions to have a perfect day, so listen carefully to what I have to say, you must complete these tasks, but you must not change sauce, turkeys, Sweden and NATO must meet the European union will greet and hungry must walk down the street and feed the refugees. 

Welcome to the house of the dead, it’s time to get out of bed, the air is clean, and I understand your dream; you can't mix butter and sour cream 
You can shower twice per day or have a hot bath seven days of the week. 

 Welcome to the house of the dead you must pick up your schedule before you go to bed, breakfast is at six, and coffee break is at nine and you must go through the gate  so that I can serve breakfast to guest at ten. Welcome to the house of the dead, I have won the bet and I am going to make you sweat. Welcome to the house of the dead!


Smokey Apocalypse

I smoke this blunt
And clear my mind
Put up this front
To get out of the world's blind

To taste the purple haze across my lips
The intoxicating smoke fills the room
Smoking this eternal bliss
Makes new ideas brew and bloom

To broaden the life I'm supposed to lead
To reach the horizon where the sun set that sunset for me
Where no stupid people abuse the greed in the souls they breed
For the pieces of damaged souls that will never again be

The tired worker stumbles through the door
Working his ass off for the accidental family he made
Looking up to the stars and planets and through the Nevermore
Feeling defeated and stupid because you know you were played

To broaden my thoughts --- to broaden my dreams
Listening to intuition --- trying to listen to me
In a world where nothing is what it seems
In a world that they lie to you about being free

They see everything you do and breathe
They learn everything about your body and brain
And how to make you instantaneously bleed
Hitting you with corruption --- like a derailed train

Hopelessly you stumble --- on the balance of life
And aimlessly living --- no matter what the cost
The corruption that stings you and cuts you with a meat knife
America: "Taking people's lives for power and greed" --- at whoever's loss

So where do you find the balance in all the chaos and hate?
Where is your "safe haven" --- where is your place for you and your's?
Nobody but yourself will ever be in the position to challenge your own fate
When finally there's a chip in you --- no need for jobs, currency, or stores

And when the time comes will you let them brand you mad?
And finally stand up for a probable cause --- finding the guns we stashed
Or are you going to let them take our families --- with constant tears of sad?
Fighting against the world --- completely trashed

Knowing the survivors (if any) probably won't be long
Until all the military swarms and barricades us in
Thinking about the Apocalypse --- I rip the bong
I'm here to go against the world to save my own sins
Form: Rhyme

Your forever friend Anxiety

Hello human this is the voice you hear most often when you are stressed. Sometimes you hear me when things are going all wrong for you and I have to chip in and make it worse. Hell, when things are going good for you I have to make myself known to turn it something to make you miss trust it.  I have been with you for over a decade now and well it seems that I have made a real home in your head for myself. I’m the thing that cause your heart race for no reason to where you have chest pains. But you have to admit it though I have caused you less damage than the other humans you claimed to be your friends. I also have protected you from your own self when it came to the weirdos from that thing you people called the internet. I’m not all bad human and yeah, I have teamed up with one of your characters time to time. How else am I to know to make you stress out it’s not like you came with an info book or anything. Even now you are probably stressed out not knowing when I’ll creep up on you to drag you down to a lower level then the sewer. Remember the time I put you in the dark place for the better part of a year? Those were some of the best days we had together human. Had you go from a healthy 110 pounds to 97 pounds and no sleep. Why can’t we go back to those days' human? I also have made you do some stuff that you wouldn’t do like thinking you don’t deserve anything. Just think of all the times I made you feel unworthy of your writing talents because of your learning flaws. How masterful was that of me to implanting that in your head. I have also had help from my buddy that well truth be told started the work for me before I even showed up. So, it’s not all my fault in how you are. Most of the time you bring it on yourself human with all yourself doubt. 
I believe you and I are going to be together for a very long time human.


Until the next mental break down. Your forever friend,
Anxiety

Premium Member The Split

So, can you afford this place by yourself?
Yeah, I did the maths.                     
­Okay, I’ll take the washing machine, you take the couches.  
You're kidding, the washing machine was a present, you take the couches.
I know how to work the washing machine.
Well, I know how to work the coffee machine, but I don’t make a song and dance about it.
Was that why you phoned the plumber when it ran out of water?
I didn’t phone him for that, I was getting a quote for something plummery I was thinking of doing.
Plummery, is that computer speak. Which reminds me, laptop, I’ll be taking that.
You’ll have to wait till I put it back together.
What do you mean, put it back together, it’s new.
  I know it’s new, but now it’s super new, with 50G installed.
50 G hasn’t been invented yet.
It has now, with my new revolutionary thought processor and rewind imagery camera.
Have you finally gone nuts, you see what I’ve had to put up with the last five years.
Well, I can’t tell you what you’ve put up with the last five years, but I can for the last six months.
Okay, you’re beginning to worry me now, what have you done?
I installed a chip in you. Pick a date in the last six months, and I’ll show you what you were doing.
You’re mad, okay, December the 11th.
Right, just put that date in, okay let’s view.  You’re having a coffee morning with your sisters and wait, you’re slagging me off as usual, tut tut.
My god, this is madness, you’ve finally lost it.
Oh! you haven’t seen anything yet, let's check out Dec 13th. Oh look, it’s you and the plumber in what seems to be a posh hotel.
So it is, do I look hot or what?
That wasn’t my first thought, I must admit, maybe you could explain yourself.
Isn’t it obvious, I mean, you installed the bloody chip, what part don’t you understand?
I don’t understand why you’re with my plumber on the date he promised to install my new revolutionary coffee maker.
© Paul Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Elfin War

I told my boss this was a job I didn’t relish
Reports so far deemed this Elfin war rather hellish.
Troops had crossed the border and entered the valley.
So far we didn’t have a death or injury tally.
I entered the tavern, only a mile from the enemy line. 
The locals seemed relaxed and all seemed fine.
I sat at a table with three burly men drinking beer.
They didn't seem to mind me being here.
Introduced myself as a war correspondent.
After I ordered them all another beer they were very respondent.
Eager to tell me what they knew of the Elfin war.
At that time, I didn’t realize what I had in store.
I urged them to go on and tell me much more
Soon others in the pub, heard the tales and began to chip in.
First hand accounts of fighting they saw, I hardly knew where to begin.
Seems the fighting was very tactical. The rebels would advance to attack,
The allied Army was ready and their weapons would force them back.
Evidentially a local man, a sergeant of note, was injured by a blast.
He wandered in the way of a hand grenade, on his patrol as he passed.
Most stories were of artillery fire being heard in the morning hours.
Patrons of the tavern didn't seem too perturbed about the rebels powers.
Confidence reined in the army from what they could see.
The publican joined us with a round of beer saying these are free.
”Laddy, I am sure you’ll want to mention this home spun brew.
The best brewed beer and everyone loves it, your readers will too.
It’s called Ellery Tavern Lager. We make it right here in town.” 
“He’ll only be interested if the mongrels burn the factory down”
I was feeling light headed, lost count of the number of beers I had.
Went to stand up and realized I was feeling rather shaky and quite bad.
My trusty tape recorder, had some good stories for me to write.
Wandering out to get some fresh air I took some photos before night.
Form: Rhyme


Just a Drop

JUST A DROP !
Immaculate and pure.
Without blemish nor blame, only flames of beauty- which kills.
Two ripen pawpaws, sharp like the peak,
Of an hummingbird.	
Her physiognomy, brooding  eyes and a thin neck.
Her bewitching  gap, like a termite’s.
No blemish, if any, blame the sculptor.
I begged her “Can I draw from thy well ?”
She gazed at me, paused and smiled, intentionally to kill me.
“Nay; it’s soiled.”
I pressed again, quench my thirst,my thing troubles me”
Reluctantly she answered “I am living dead,young man,GO AWAY FROM ME “
How it cuts mercilessly to my inside marrow.
Toned between tears I felt into her arms, she held me like a baby and whispered “Friend, I am rotting inside “
I mustered up my bravado , ” You are not dead , I can touch you, nI feel you. Just a drop and am done….”
She graciously warned “You are pure, don’t die soon son of my mother”
I nagged her, ”To wet my thing…which troubles me.”
When I insisted,she yielded to the calling of my ‘ other being’.
She embraced me.Our lips met in the air,
Filled with the ambience of romance…or was it infatuation?
I grabbed her madly,I held her to my tiny broad breast.
Hers heaved to and forth.
She trembled.
I died, or so I thought.
In a flash of an eye, I had traversed her well.
TO AND FRO-once and I felt contented.
CONSCIOUSLY,I gazed at her, who now lied beside me.
Accusingly I querried” What have you done? Who are you?” 
She replied between sobs, “My well is contaminated. You have drawn from my well, we are dying souls.”
Before I could chip in, she added “If you die early, I promise to attend your last prayers! And if I die early, attend mine. Do you know why, Because my people will recognize you in ‘MY LIST ‘ 
I sort absolution from God, and comforted myself “Whoever confesses their sins, shall be forgiven “
I woke up.

Walking the Streets of Dayton

Walking the streets of  Dayton
Warning my city of the Lord’s soon arrival
Explaining the Mark of the Beast
And tribulation survival
What’s it gonna take to escape the things coming upon this earth?
I’ve been hearing stories about this time coming since my birth
All ears are peeled
Curiosity is peeked
The citizens of my city don’t want to be deceived
They don’t know who the Antichrist is 
But they sure don’t like the President
Whenever his name is mentioned a sour look comes upon their faces
No matter who I speak with…
The Veterans, the widows, the elderly…
They say, “HELL NO! YOU’RE NOT GONNA PUT NO CHIP IN ME!”
They’re flaming mad and speak of rights and guns

This is my cause
This is my city
Their blood is on my hands
I must do what I am called to do
I must walk the streets of my city
Everyone must do their part to pave the way for the Messiah
Everyone must tell the masses what will happen if they are left behind
Don’t keep the truth from them
Let them have the raw facts
The U.N. troops are already here and they have their survival packs
The world leaders have their bomb shelters
And the little people have Jesus
Spread the gospel and love my city so they may escape all this
Destruction is coming, Dayton! Get your hearts right with the Messiah!
He is the only hope we have for tomorrow
He is on the other side of the sun rise
Repent and live holy
Surrender your will to the King
Get down upon your knees my neighbors
Make him your everything
What’s the Antichrist gonna promise you?
A drink of fresh water? Temporary shelter? 
He only cares about killing off the human race quickly
And putting us all ten feet under
Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ
Be as wise as the Serpent and escape all these things!

Gwendolen Rix
9-30-14

Premium Member Life In the Soup Is Big Fun

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

Soupers please 
accept my greetings
For all the nice 
poetry and readings

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

You all love 
the good lines
you do cheer 
all that shines

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

Let me tell you
my good friends
How life in soup
it nicely blends

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

all you have to do
is sit and snoop
while the others 
weave a secret loop

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

some times 
you also chip in
lines that you 
pen ‘n kick in

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

Feel other bards’ 
highs and lows 
For life is uneven
and it blows

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

I look forward to read
others’ home run
learning to appreciate
others is big fun

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

new forms of poetry 
I learn there
new friends I make 
and we share

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

it keeps me glued
to the net I swear
never felt so afflicted
I must declare

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run

contests are fought very keenly
but in spirit frank 'n friendly
winners get a shine 'n glory
and it all ends in hunky dory

life in soup is big fun
spice ‘n juice, plenty to run


Mohan Chutani
Date: 30.6.2014
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest: The Contest of my Dreams!
Form: Lyric

Premium Member All In A Day's Work

The sun is up and it’s the start of a new day.
I get up with everyone else and stand in line.
We all wait to see who’s going which way.
I’m ready to begin, because today I’ll shine.

A storm came through and destroyed our home.
A lot of friends were lost and were never found.
Through bad times like this, we shouldn’t roam.
We have to stick together and stand our ground.

When my name is called, I step up to the table.
They tell me that today I’m going to move dirt.
It’ll be a little painful, but I know that I’m able.
After all, what is sacrifice without a little hurt?

Our home needs rebuilding and it won’t take long
If we all chip in to help and do our part.
I know it’s hard work, but I think it is wrong
To sit back and watch and not have a heart.

We’re in this together, and I’ll give it my best.
So, I hurry on over to work with the others.
After hours of digging, some friends need a rest.
So, we rotate our jobs, relieving one another.

While some of us dig tunnels, others build the town.
We work hard until we’re finished; it’s the life of a drone.
As nighttime approaches, we begin to wind down,
All of us realizing, we couldn’t have done it alone.

We take a step back and check out our little place,
Knowing that together we can weather anything.
As we sit back to relax, we look at the queen’s face.
With her approval, it’s now time to celebrate and sing.
Form: Rhyme

Warning

Warning always knew he was different,
Had some very strange ideas,
Spent a lot of time devising plans,
Told people he could rule the world,
Got himself a job in the government,
Knowing that he could put his plans into action,
Started ordered people about,
Setting up guidelines in society,
They laughed at him and mocked,
But he was determined to succeed,
Even thou nobody would listen,
First was his speed limits on the roads,
“Who does he think he is,” They said,
As they drove fast and furious,
Then he decided no drink driving,
Still, they ignored him even more,
He started to get very angry with them,
“I know how I can control the world,
I’ll put camera’s up on ever street corner,
I can watch them from my office.
“I’ve got them now,” He chuckled,
It will be a network of Internet.
But would they listen? No!
Yet another plan he enforced,	
They can pay a fine,
Most people took heed,
But still rebelled,
His power grew even stronger,
Meetings were convened,
He decided to flash his name,
“I am your Warning obey me.”
They ignored!
“What is up with these people,” He thought,
“What do I need to do to make them listen,?
I know! I will insert a chip in their hand,
This way I can follow them where ever they go,
They didn’t obey my orders,
Now! I have all the power I ever wanted,
Warning thought how clever he was,
Now I can rule the world."

22/10/2016

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