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  THE NEWS 


____________________________________________________________
Life Defined by Moments Blindsided
written by The Broken Hearted

Read the news today. There is blues                  Obituary    
today. Agony in whatever we choose              His life was extraordinary. 
today. Is there no  other  way  than              Proud family, wife named Glory
to escape the day? Why did you have            His children Edward and Tory
to end your life this way? Too many               Died Monday first of July
have  to  question  there  own sanity             Police give no reason why
taking  your  own  life,  is  it  vanity?               Service will be held at one
Trying to control your own calamity?             a potluck diner after it is done.
Why didn't you just converse with                ________________________
somebody?  Isn't  that  how  it  is 
suppose to be?   No one is suppose             JOIN THE ARMY
to feel so alone that they end their
own life. What are we going to do                 A Bright Future
as society? It is paralyzing to think                Awaits YOU! 
of what could be, when we take to 
the destruction personally. It is not               ______________________
suppose to be that way. Pages ripped
away, the book is close and can't be                    oil change
replayed. A story over and its gone.                       14.99
___________________________________________________________                        
 POLICE BEAT 

Police arrived on the scene shortly after hearing a gun shot fired on the second block of Hayes Road. A male was found deceased with a self inflicted wound to the head. 

Cat in a tree on Main street. Firefighters, paramedics and officers dispatched. Cat is safe without injury.

_____________________________________________________________

WEATHER                                        Lottery Numbers
Partly cloudy with  chance of
thunderstorms. 85 degreess                             6, 42, 66, 81, 89    01

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Folded away, tossed aside, no longer in view.
Nothing else printed, nothing else said about you.
We'll probably move on, we'll probably heal,
and we'll never have known what you feel.
Form: Shape


A Drop of Rain Water

Since the begining of days when my heart became an advocate of concrete paths, I have 
come to understand the joys that are unprecipitated fears and the fears that are purpose. 
For so long I have adapted to the muddy waters that breed beautiful roses with thorns of 
such pure poison. Taking into my lungs the fresh air, this same air that is only fresh with the 
will of foul principle, yet some how law. Speaking the language that has no sound and 
somehow it is always too loud for its own good. Induction in the chase for things that keep 
my temperature down in the summer while making the atmosphere a little warmer. Like 
something chilly for my wrist ,neck, ears and hands. In the most artic of winters things that 
keep me warm like having a personal zoo, mink, chinchilla, fox, rabbit, beaver, and ostich 
and yet winters are still so cold. Realizing that somehow winters burn the soul, as summers 
tend to freeze the heart. Love is the sound of nature and its remeberance of present. Eagles 
scream through the air, colts break the pavement with 38 and 45 calibers of pressure. The 
floating of land crafts with special made wheels, stars, spokes, claws, blades, all in chrome 
reflecting the spite of happiness in this life. Delicate feminims that perform the sweetest of 
actions with the audacity to control the wheather of man. Sunny days, cloudy months, and 
years of storm. Pleasure is found everywhere and yet it is never found, so pain is the 
blessing of that same pleasure seeked. With each passing day I appear cleaner, except for 
my work related smudges(from the parkway to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the 
community). All the things I want I have and still I have nothing. Today has been here a 
thousand times and only once,tomorrow will pass as yesterday returns. This is where the 
truest kisses come from angels, yet the only blessings are from the breath of the demon. 
This is home, the city of hustle in the divided states of atrocity. So much passionate turmoil, 
so much un-affordable affection that is afforded by price and un-conditional purpose. As the 
tears of an infant blend with the crying of the clouds this waters brings hope of a changed 
existence. One that is the best life, not heaven or hell, not paradise, but life as it could be, 
life in a drop...a single drop... Of Rain Water!            Live, Suffer, Celebrate!
© Son Winter  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Fifty-Two Plus One Hike Hypocrisy Part 3

People of the blue hill arrowhead new inroads  settled the plum-rock if they would have known the thirteen crystal skulls would sing of disease prayer towns taken for granite People's Republic  Taxachusett old colony pilgrim bay Make It Yours; The Spirit of America By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty                                                Large waters people of the three fires living in peace the Cadillac’s bristling hairs of fur trade stir the fox seven years of war and more expanding breaking treatise Out of many, one I will defend everyone wants the land  great lake wolverine mitten Winter Water Wonderland World's Motor Capital  America's High Five Great Lakes,                              Great Times; More To See  If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you                    Land of rolling cloudy water dropping milk into water friends of the free people forced into smaller lands where crop failure a winters starvation red tape no credit for food                  If they're hungry, let them eat grass friends at war over three hundred warriors                No attorneys or witness were allowed as a defense for the accused, and many were convicted in less than five minutes but Sheridan's, Custer’s and Baker’s plan                   was a dawn attack on a village in heavy snow, when most of the Indians would be sleeping or huddling inside to keep warm. It was a strategy he had employed before Explore Land of 10,000 Lakes Bread and Butter north Vikings north star Sky-Blue Waters                        *                                                                                     These called rebels heathen from underground before they had a flag forced to walk the trail of tears to be the red men from a land the government never paid then there is the slaves when cotton was king the Free people of color children of European men and enslaved women but half the population were slaves until KKK’s burning cross waving  the guerrilla war flag calling it "the White Man’s Flag" as well as stating:“ As a people we are fighting to maintain the Heaven-ordained supremacy of the white man over the inferior or colored race; a white flag would thus be emblematical of our cause. ”  Birthplace of America's Music magnolia bull bay the hospitality Feels Like Coming Home; The South's Warmest Welcome
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Weather Forecast

Groundhog Day derives from a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if the groundhog emerges from his burrow on February 2nd and sees his shadow due to clear weather, it will return back into his den and winter will persist for six more weeks.  However, if he emerges and does not see his shadow due to cloudiness, the spring season will arrive early.  So for 2018, on Groundhog Day,  "Will he or will he not see his shadow?"  Following the lines of the seemingly illogical, I forecast that on Feb. 2nd it will be cloudy, and Mr. Groundhog will not see his shadow.  Thus, spring will arrive early this year.  That whole groundhog thing doesn't make sense to me, but I do believe            that spring is coming early in 2018.  I'm thinking that the snow, ice, mudslides, sub-zero temperatures and the like will have lost their punch by mid to late March.

I forecast that although there will be lots of devastating tornadoes this spring, they will be totally upsetting but not so record-breaking.  Although there might be a selfie or two of someone with an approaching funnel cloud in the distance, there will be fewer lives lost due to more shelters being built and improved warning systems.  


The 2017 hurricane season was unusual and is unlikely to repeat itself.  The hurricanes picked their paths and packed a powerful punch. I forecast tamer and fewer hurricanes during the 2018 season.  I don't think that mother nature is angry with us, nor am I certain that the 2017 season was indicative of the wrath of God as some seem to believe.  He has plenty of reasons to be, but I don't think that our Maker is angry with us.

The temperatures will continue to be higher in general.  The fire season will be normal to slightly above normal relative to the intensity and multiple outbreaks.  Also, I suspect that people will make better adjustments regarding their environment relative to forestation.

Our prayer should be that there be less spring rain.  In some parts of the country, if the heavy snowpacks begin to melt combined with heavy rains, that could be catastrophic.  It would be a perfect storm for massive flooding.  I anticipate more flooding in 2018 especially in the mid-western and eastern states as a result of the heavy snows this winter.  May God forbide the perfect storm.
01172018PS Contest, Weather Forecast 2018, Viv Wigley; 3P
Form: Prose

Nature and Me On the Riverside

When I appear there Nature seems to 
Dance and dance and dance, 
When I disappear she is prone to 
Weep and weep and weep. 

Withdraws all clouds from sky to set a 
Splendid scenery, 
So that me rising from the river 
Afresh may there espy. 

Whether it sun or shower or snow or 
Storm, when I arise 
To set my arms, the setting Sun 
Certainly will be there. 

Women who go to the river for bathing 
Choose my choicy time, 
So that there they may bathe in warm and 
Yellow sunshine time. 

Now here a plant blossoms and blooms and 
Soon another there, 
Here Spring is reappearing, with her 
Bring all beauties back. 

Nature is dancing with her rhythmic 
Steps and divine smile, 
Why can't I row a boat here swaying 
To and fro on waves? 

The valleys wear their flowery carpets, 
And the mountains are 
Once again clad in colours, such this 
Sylvan scene is set. 

White cranes are there always on serene 
Haunted islets sit, 
Or stand by whiter cows there grazing 
O'er the lushy green. 

Suppose some Beauty glance and dance in 
This wild atmosphere, 
Then surely that's a dance to see, when 
Mother Nature dance. 

So Nature takes the pen out of my 
Hands and writes for me, 
May that there me, the clouds and cranes and 
Cows and waves witness.  

On cloudy days, practically there will be no sun to see. But it was my insistence that when I rise up after bathing in the river and look up to the sky, the sun should be there in the western horizon for me to worship. If it is a heavy raining day, I will select the time to go to the river according to when the rain will have a possibility of abating. Even on the heaviest raining days in the east, nature is benevolent enough to uncover sun at least for a few seconds. I will select this time to rise up from the river with my eyes closed and fervently wishing for father sun to be there when I open my eyes. With closed eyes when we look westward, standing river fresh, I don't know what makes it happen but the sun will always be there though sometimes be for only a few seconds. It is like this life-giver listens to fervent wishes of his off-springs and grants them.

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My Redeemer

One dark and cloudy day, [on a Sunday] in a ruggy old church that sit on a hill,
member's and quest, gather's in together and all takes their seats. The loud noise
of thunder (outside) startle's everyone inside and many were murmering quite worr-
isome, but as situation's be as they be, inside, the atmosphere was anxious and frill,
in this church that sit's (?) on a hill!!.. So with all of the worshipper's back inside, its
10:45 in the morning, I began to wonder, "is there someplace else I should be", "the
devil", had my thoughts on undefile things, but the sereal sound of the sister's and
brother's-praying and the choir singing, quickly the voice of an angel{whispers in my
ear} take a seat you're here by divine choice not of your own, but it's my Master--
Will. "This-this church that sit's on a hill". They were singing. "Hail-le-lu-ah(Lord) hail-
le-lu, there's mercy in the atmosphere-hail-le-lu-aaaah. "He is the screamer".  God's
powerfull and mighty-he's able to send blessing beyond the stratousphere-hail-le-lu-u-
aaaahh.  "He blesses the screamer". "My Redeemer".  Now the pastor enter the (sanct-
uary) from another door I did not see, step's up-everone claps their in acknowledge-
ment & repect, not unto him(he's just a vessel) but to whom thundering voice become
louder (outside) the light's flicker off and on, he comforts everyone to sit down and be-
gan to tell-us-that on his way here this morning, he seen one of the members who was
just baptish about a month ago. On the corner looking sad and so frill, come back home
my sister (he tells her to get into the car) God got something better for ya, (in this church
that sit's on a hill).  "My Redeemer, My Redeemer", he instruck's everyone to touch 3 peo-
ples and say. My Redeemer, my redeemer, he knows that whatever is troubeling you-go
ahead and be a screamer-for he is our Redeemer.  Again everyone clap's and I myself be-
gan to enjoy the serenity of friends and backslidder's crying just like me.  Pastor - SHOUT's
OUT-over the storm that's approaching outside, let the outside amendetie's reassure you
of the element that's on the inside. {God} He's the author and the finisher of all the ele-
ments in the mindset of the silent one's & the scream'mer's.  Pastor, "whom do you speak
of (?)... He's known as the Redeemer".
Form: Pastoral

When My Big Sister Stepped In-Contest

When My Big Sister Stepped In
                                                  Sponsor: Eve Roper

                                    It was a cloudy Thursday, March 2009...
                                               I remember it clearly...

                                           I was shivering in withdrawal,
                                   my blood was boiling as I began to fall.
                              
                                             Addicted to my addiction,
                                      lost in my fantasies of hopelessness...
                                Walking down the wrong path of conviction
                                       into a black hole of nothingness,
                                    
                                               And there you were...
                                               baby sister needing,
                                                 her big sister...
                                        
                                                  You held me,
                                                   you fed me,
                                           you carried me upstairs,
                                        and drew me a warm bath.

                                             You compelled me,
                                                  dressed me,
                                     sat me down and prepared me.
                                      pushed me on the right path.
                      
                                Similar experiences you have seen,
                                 your past drifted into my present,
                                motivated me to get sober and clean,
                                  to grow up and be independent.

                                              Same parents,
                                         related through blood,
                                    I was crippled and paralyzed,

                                           It was you, Karen,
                                 the only one who understood,
                                       my big sister I idolized. 

                               Date Written: December 21, 2015
Form: Verse

Premium Member Hidden Beauty

..............I could write you 
...................poetic images
...............that would make 
............other women drool.
...............Speak of sunsets 
...........wired, computerized 
....................................to 
.....................................P
...................................PU
..............................PULSE
............ ...to the rhythm of
.........your striking features
B............Build you a ladder 
.............from light, that we
..............could climb to the 
..............gates of euphoria.
..............Tell you that they 
.............named it after you 
E..........................Ecstasy.
............I could and I would 
.........but I know you better 
..........  ....than that. I know 
.....................what you like.
.........................I can taste 
..............it on my buds. You
....................want a man of 
......................simple words
..................spun from truth.
A.........A man that will never 
.........run out on you. A man 
..............that when you hold 
......................is steady and 
.............rooted. I am steady 
..............and rooted but also, 
...........I am in love with you.
U............Not by the waterfall
.........or against the light of a 
..........full moon. Not walking 
...................along the beach
....................while the ocean
..............whispers in my ears.
............. I love you first thing 
.......even on a dingy morning.
........................I love you on
...........evenings when it is so 
.........cloudy there is not even 
................one star in the sky.
........It is just dark. I love you
.........when we're on separate 
.......couches reading different
.......books. When we're alone 
...........or together in a crowd
.......I love you from the other 
........side of the room. On the
.......first floor when you're on 
....the twenty third. When you
.....have a cold and even more 
........when you are sicker still.
T.....The simple truth is you're 
.........stuck with me from now 
.............to eternity........why?
Y.................because the best 
............part about you is that
.........I know you love me too.



01~22~2015
Sponsor: Rhonda
Contest: Hidden Beauty

The Hummingbird Cake

"The Hummingbird Cake"




The day started bright -

Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of 
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against 
Electric Blue 
crackling along her lips
like Lightening

Sizzled on 
her bitumen

her mind 
winked at you...

Splits two
into one
not three

Taken slowly
deliberately 
cake digested 
swallowed like swallows 
nibbling freely on air 
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm

stairs to you she stares 
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight 
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up 
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle 
shaken and caste
on a playing board 
pure white
not black

She, 
Third person,
always Third person, 
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the 
words you have put on 
and slowly worn warm

Revisits in her evening 
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony 
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey 
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer 
Blueberries and 
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested 
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen 
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws

The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers, 
reckless kisses and an unplanned

Storm;

A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread

In dreams while you watched 
a movie in bed

Spoken to you 
through 
mind cerebral 
not Reality read

Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips 

that silently bled Red

Words 
Meanings

Life
Read 
Red

Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.

Australiana
Fed.

Sleep,
Bed.

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ


"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI


"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU













"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics

I'M a Cheater

Here another season has gone
And winter is back to this town
I’ve always been afraid of thunder and sparkle
‘Cause its rumbling reminds me that I'm a loner
You say you’re here to watch over me
That you‘ll never forsake me
And if I fall you’d be there to catch me
But it’s scaring me
Your warmth is shattering me
Why do you have to be that kind to me?
Why do you have to live only for me?
Why you never get furious and always forgive me?
I know that you know I ain’t faithful
I know that you know my heart is playful
I know that you know my love was never truthful
Your eyes smile when they embrace my face
And my mind is thinking about all those pieces of crap
I’ve been tossing behind your back
But you’re always here to chuck me under the chin
Are you aware? Are you an angel or maybe a saint?
All these times I’ve been lying to you saying I'm heading to my household
While I was sleeping with another boo
All these wakeful nights you spent wide awake waiting for me to come home
While I was splashing out and clubbing with the bad crew
All those moments you were proudly calling me lover
But to my world you were my brother
All those kisses and touches you were longing for with me
While I was sharing them all along that narrow alley
All those late night texts and calls, the smell of cigs on my clothes
You knew them all but you never told a soul
Sometimes I question myself,
Is this your way to strike back?
Are you torturing your core because you don’t want to lose?
Do you know that everything you do is leaving me ashamed?
Do you know how much I’m hating myself?
Today, under this cloudy sky
I'm confessing all my fallacies
I’ll break out my iniquitous mysteries
Yes, I'm the worst girl ever existed
And because you aren’t me not like the others
I won’t let you abuse your purity with a player
I could be anything but a human
It’d sound cheesy if I avow my love to you
It won’t change the fact that I'm a ****
Witch like me, cannot overstep love’s zone
So baby please don’t believe these stupid songs
Love can’t change people if they don’t want
Yes, I'm a cheater that’s why I'm leaving you now
‘Cause you deserve to live better and I deserve to cry and suffer
You deserve to be loved harder and I deserve to be alone forever

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