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My Santa sack was filled with poop
To many this news ain’t a scoop
I’ve perfected the art
How to write about fart
I've posted about them on soup
I’ll divulge about Aunty Mable
who eats sprouts whenever she’s able
she made some sprout soup -
a vile manky gloop
then farted at the dining table
She eats sprouts for breakfast and tea
Foul gas builds up copiously
Before she lets rip
She undoes her zip
Her flatulence is legendary
The stench of foul farts Uncle’s hating
Aunt Mable he’s daily berating
With the build-up of gas
that’s expelled from her a ss
their duvet’s always levitating
Inspired by a friend who is always bursting with blueberry goodness
01/08/22
The Bandits Rendezvous
By Franklin Price
9/1/2019
Once upon, a Far East time, in nineteen sixty eight
The GEEIA squad made history on a non-remembered date
The plan had come together to build a club house new
When it was completed, was named, “The Bandits Rendezvous”
All the parts, to build it, were scrounged from miles around
Taxpayers did not pay a dime to raise it from the ground
The name not given lightly when it opened on that day
At the south end of the squadron a base called Cam Ranh Bay
Our scrounger, whom I will not name, got a jeep, for quarts of rum
From a needy alcoholic, there were a few where we were from
Had it flown down to us, in a Hercules with space
Then drove it down to Phan Rang where another trade took place
The jeep was traded, for a truck,with wood to build the core
Some was traded to the Navy, who poured the concrete floor
Soon the walls were standing and the roof was on the top
But the inside of it barren, and,. for sure, we could not stop
The middle was an open bay. The ends were spacious rooms
We made them into places that were far from storage toombs
The south room had a large teak bar, flown from the Phillipines
The north a full blown kitchen, a place to cook our steak and beans.
Parachutes adorned the middle bay, to provide some ambience
When we had our first unveiling, brass was invited to the dance.
General McConnel came, he was the Air Force, Chief of Staff
Along came other Generals, not the lowly riff and raff.
Don't remember any congressmen, no congress ladies at the time
The drinks were flowing copiously for opening this crime
The General gave a rally speech that made us all so proud
It was in the early evening, we were a drunken, rowdy crowd
When the night was over, and I staggered to my rack
I marveled at the place we'd built, from our scrounger's useful nack
He was right there with us, was a pirate, having fun
In the club house, “Bandits Rendezvous”, when all was built and done.
That's my story, I have told it. That was fifty years ago
The statute of limitations, has run out, for all I know
It was all for entertainment, yes, was all this glitz and glam
It helped to be creative in that place called Viet Nam
Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms;
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams.
Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint legends' knight;
Sainted for inventive hare's monstrous brains,
Whose vast wit tales eternalize in folios white.
Certainly wielding humongous fiscal sway
At glance to dwarf mythology’s Midas' turn;
Brandishing glitzy wads as any moguls may,
Ever copiously donating all yet lacking none.
Life tenant within fame's flashiest abodes
Where prince and duke sure habitat have,
And king and princess choicest liquids sip;
Where queen and gods fine victuals serve.
Never must such his hallowed mistress
With betrayal's faithless mischiefs afflict,
Defiling indelible vows in his loyal troths,
He’ll steadily love whatever woes persist.
And so first to hit her with resistless lines
Was one William Watts imbiber of wines;
Neither that dashing handsome nor wise;
Faring far from afore-hinted pigment nice.
After wee-witted Williams’ charming vibes
Popped Ronald Riveter from politest tribes,
Known for most arresting manly physique;
Sorry stranger to Midas’ coin-clinking trick.
When Bernard Belmont's pics were seen
He looked plain and of disposition mean;
Unacquainted with idolized royalty’s fame,
Unadorned with duke's resplendent name.
And last Jason Jay did his mistresses vex
If records past might reveal lovers' specks;
His faint affections as whims rose and fell;
Sundering divinest troths as irate exes tell.
Searing decades of pen-and-paper wait
Nabbed no Knight of heaven-hewn trait;
And so did choice-wiser Annette Arnold
Award meek Martin Monks her aisle nod.
In luxuriant jade landscape
of verdant sprouts
glorious golden understory
copiously unveiled,
stemmed by swerving
emerald blades,
entwining the pairs
of petrified legs,
rooted in sensual soil of sanguinity,
the potent promise
morphed as the maze
of floral fresco.
The black upright figure
of deviant distinction,
a towering protector
in sutured closeness,
fused with the feminine flair,
camouflaged to confuse
the invidious predator.
Bare trees aligned geometric
in harmonized motif,
outline the florid boulevard
for the beguiled footsteps
walking away enticed
from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow
where the dulcet dawn waits
with desire epitomized.
Inspired by Undergrowth With Two Figures by Van Gogh
A transcendental splendor in sepia hues,
spreads it’s woody arms across a nomadic river;
leaves of cinnamon and amber dog the landscape,
as long spectral limbs stretch to golden beams.
Here lay serenity, a breath of neutrality;
tranquility in verdigris-amber glow.
A spark of Gaia’s soul in copper caress
reflects upon the significance of its’ existence.
The river’s constitutional seems unending;
it bends and winds its’ way among tall sentinels.
It generously bestows life to passers-by
offering up itself copiously.
A supernal entity is the woodland.
3-19-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 20) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
In luxuriant jade landscape
of verdant sprouts,
opulent golden understory
copiously unveiled,
stemmed by swerving
emerald blades,
entwining the pairs
of petrified legs
rooted in soil of sanguinity,
the potent promise
morphed as the maze
of floral profusion.
The black figure upright
of deviant prominence,
a towering protector
in sutured closeness,
fused with feminine flair,
camouflaged to confuse
invidious predator.
Bare trees aligned geometric
in harmonized motif,
outline the florid boulevard
for beguiled footsteps
walking away enticed
from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow
where the dulcet dawn waits
with desire epitomized.
Inspired by Undergrowth With Two Figures by Van Gogh
The almighty takes care of us from above,
as His benevolence showers with relentless love.
The cornucopia of His blessings overflows,
while the ambit of divine ambiance grows
within the sanctum of soul where ecstasy glows.
Fears that haunt us in the darkness of night,
God’s will melts them in the aura of astral light.
His bountiful benediction is like the seamless sea,
submerging the jagged shore of life with serenity,
where boundless joy reaches us on waves of His glory.
Kindness in our hearts we seek, and get from Him
to live devout life filled with empathy to the brim.
Mortal existence is of divine purpose, free of vice,
provides for the distressed ones the needed service,
and over time with His will, one gets copiously wise.
Peace prevails permanently in the mangled mind,
tranquility traces the vanishing trail of agony wind.
The lure of the migrating mirage we blindly pursue,
while the sanctity of sagacious life goes out of view.
That’s when He shows the pathway of wisdom anew.
The wrath of the tormenting times we helplessly face,
but the victim of fright we don’t become with His grace.
We get from Him the gracious gift of sanguine solace,
generating within the essence of peace with certainty.
Yearning for his blessings with devotion without vanity,
the acme of bliss we reach in the realm of eternity.
Helel: "In accordance with awe, shall we not wet the beaks of the impounded and open the golden maw?"
Kate: "Come and find the firestone broke the cradle and the heath is afeather, I shall but sprung like a promise to weather."
Lucifer: "Is the gloomy stake left with feet adjoined for a door, the promise is ancient, the antique is so pourn."
Aurora: "Timidity like timely strikes the ground flashed across the weathered hetherseconds like amber on the fritz. "
Uraeal: "I copiously decline the stooping ingate of a plan, like vespers cross dark circles and racoon city is old and planned."
RK: "So fearsome but tired the wolf, hell is rolled up and death has rolled over."
DR Dragon: "angsty pray for the weary let Zeus now dowse next and inspect the coral city."
Zeus: "In videographic cards there are other games, let wicked things while I ask them to say."
PW 1: *Has returned, tires of the usual stroll and begins towards the old stones.*
arophc varuag: "Tip back the gamed throngs like milling wet eaves that parlay for soon songs."
The Forbidden one: *Has returned, ushers forth to find the fray this here and now*
---End of act II---
Mask by Adejola Joseph
Mask
Where does it come from?
What?
Delusive rationality!
Are we out of mind?
Senses drained and dried?
No!
What do you capitalized on?
Neutral ambition?
Stop writhing in pain
It halts not the rod
Good ambition...lofty ideas
But...sees no sun
Because it's all masked!
It's all choked...
Brutally masked;
Dreamer ponders
Where do we go?
So much confusionist now on this solidity and compound mass!
Pitifully roaming the streets and cities
Beautiful faces all over the place
But... what?
Check the hearts
Wounded and scarred!
Why?
Because all aspiration and lofty dreams are masked!
My God! Oh! Oh! My God!
I see importation and exportation of internal emotions!
Gaunt flesh and long faces!
I am still fidgeting...
Shaking profusely
Pity- I pity them
Pathetic - I found them
Helpless - I see them
Trillions of hopeless "breathy" with enchanting unrealistic dreams!
Battalions of revolutionist with insufficient or non existent arsenals
They are tired!
Yes!
Weary!
Yes!
Loathsome!
Yes!
Intolerant!
Little touch streaming burst
I will slap you if you touch me.. reaction!
Who will help?
Under whose auspices
Would they find lingering hope?
Weak and frail
Fragile and suicidal!
Apocalypse is on the roof
Because all effort to freedom is masked
Mask I see despite the wailing
Struggles I see despite plenty
Moaning I see in the midst of profuse pleasure
Tainted hopes and unaided hands I see despite plenty
Irascible and copiously irking I am underwhelmingly soaked
My strength is sapped
I am little detailed on how to make a map of liberty
Fussed and confused I am
Perturbed and broken I am because all effort to come off the tunnel is... masked.
All proper properly
educated to the top
examples how to be
and I am not
Spacious placing
rhythm in a ribbon
at present praising
God’s given present
Silent approval credited
in my head it is
it is until edited
when I make better it
but nobody said it is
unread since edited I guess
feedback unsaid it is
intimidating to speak to best
Force with a smile
fake is this style
Have no skill child
as Yoda imply all
Imply all ratings drop
nonsense example shows
a poet but I’m not
copiously fumble flow
I know, carrying over
even though no need
the place it’s all over
disappointing read
Oh well hotel
no bell no sell
so tell I fail
oh well go hell