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#10: No Room At The Inn
They blossomed they did like rows of roses.
Places for lodgers, those traveling sourced,
their reasons countered their changing poses,
frequent stays and returns have been endorsed.
There will be places that might be lacking
for whatever reasons that there may be,
the people won't stay there, less foot tracking,
as sites may have Roach Motels that you'll see.
There will be double-booking caused concerns,
leaving people stranded, no way, no stay,
whereby many shorten trips--forced returns.
Trends rallied lawsuits; be that as it may,
X-X Bethlehem, then Jerusalem, He'll lay.
(1) Approaching with calculated strike, my psyche your aim; you anticipate my demise.
(2) With kind-hearted souls, vulnerability is oft misjudged. Frailty the frock we wear…?
(3) You presume pure passion and palpable tenderness portray a sappy sweetheart. Rather, love’s
(4) blaze ought infer diversified pleasures, boundless paths to endless expression, and intensity for life
(5) as well as love. The old cliché… and you have assessed poorly, my friend. Thus, your lamentable plight.
(6) For I am warrior, through and through. This blood courses through veins with same magnitude and
(7) ferocity as impassioned lover and will not be wasted on you! So, when you come, come prepared
(8) for every move will be countered, every thrust deflected, all advances refused. Your endeavor to
(9) unhinge me, drive me mad, even insane will lead to your last breath, defeat, undeniable pain.
(10) Great risk for ‘tis no match which can be scored. Exists but one conclusion when one lives by the sword…
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12/8/19
For If you live by the sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest
By Silent One
(Note: Though it appears not to have met the 10 line maximum requirement, it was 10 on my word document. I've decided to take a chance by submitting it while I consider reconfiguring this already condensed piece. I numbered each line to show where the line breaks occur ~Thank you so much for your patience :)
Ever
Ever closer come
Come unto my freedom arms
Come run from
Away
Won't you come
till your freedom moans
Grows inside your perfect mind
Come, come go with me now
Stand, stand up for what you believe is HOW!!
How is the prize to be won
If your ever sober, yet drunk in love with yourself
Selfish, delirious, burden sown
Life is torn
Never
Never closer to come
Embraced, encapsulated and drawn
Reap in mercies sake countered in amazing grace;
Won't you come
Unto the repentive
Lay your sins down where you left them
Embrace the forgiving passions
Of Jesus
You've been forgiven
Come
8/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
I met a chap in an English pub and asked from whence he came.
"Harumph! I hail from Piddlehinton", he pompously did proclaim!
"And you sir?", he asked and I proudly puffed out my chest.
"I come from Bean Blossom, Indiana, USA, out of the great Midwest!"
With that we guffawed and began a dialogue about curious city names,
Quaffing pints of Guinness along, as we staked outrageous claims.
"Have you heard of Cripple Creek or French Lick?", I reported.
"No! 'Ave you 'eard of Mousehole or Puddletown?", he retorted.
I proffered the names of Bad Axe, Buzzards Bay and a place called Hazard.
He countered with Cockermouth, Muggleswick and a place named Lizard!
"If you visit the colonies stop by Pigeon Forge and Intercourse!"
"While you're 'ere visit Thunderjug and Giggleswick of course!"
He taunted me with names like Liphook, Lickey End and Crackpot,
But I boasted of Eek, Waxahachie, Bunkie and the burg of Jackpot!
He babbled on telling of Beanacre, North Piddle and Balls Cross.
I depleted my reservoir of names - I could only think of La Crosse!
He challenged me to a game of darts - the board was down the hall,
But in my delicate boozy condition, I could hardly see the wall!
I excused myself admitting that in darts and city names he was deft.
He was still muttering Birdlip, Fugglestone and Diddlebury as I left!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
FANTASTIC FOUR
Earth's Super Hero team !
Cream of intellect, power, might and competence.
Hence the members to bring
Mr. Fantastic, Invisible Woman, Human Torch and the Thing !
Mr. Fantastic Ree Richards holding extra tact
to stretch, expand, condense and compact
ultra-thin, ultra- dense, what seems exact,
marvels in cosmic powers.
Susan Storm, the invisible woman
to defeat any mortal character in Universe.
One of the greatest assassin holding potential strength
manipulating invisible force fields.
Human Torch Johnny Storm is an Android, weakest of FF.
capable to surround himself by fire and flames.
Embowered in fiery plasma but his flames not that hot
countered with thunder cap, freeze breath.
Benjamin Jacob known as The Thing turned super strong rock like monster
withstanding extreme temperatures and explosive bombardment
and surviving, being mutated by cosmic radiation,
yet owning a Golden Heart and supreme intelligence.
The FF team work on the theme, defending world
against perilous threats, always banding together.
Avengers FF formed fantastic family with friendly ties
Ree Richards and Sue Storm are husband -wife.
Sue and Johnny are brother and sister
Reed and Benjamin are long time friends till end.
Oh beware the villian in 2022.' Thats what the trusted news outlets told you..And why
Not beleive them, they have always done concientious reporting, as you knew they would.' Oh despite no mention of mass infection when Russian troops moved into the Donbass..Whose leaders had requested this..But its not what western media on the drainstream saturated us with in hourly blasts.' Meanwhile con-vid never killed many-bodies on the battlfield
Despite un-sanitary conditions, yet truth can never yeild.' Then Putin advised there were bio-labs He'd captured ' that had made the nu-vou flu, of twenty twenty two
The western media claimed, this was only
Lies he had invented.? Then he said he had
Freed thousands of children, who would have gone to unspeakable fates.' Drainstream media interjected and were most irate.' They said he was a kidnapper.'
He countered that it was rather zelensky, backed by.??? Satanist western leaders.' And boy did they deny it all.' Like pure truth
They had invented.' They asked him why he
Held them still.? He said he was under sanctions by ( deceptive shills ) then they attacked with tanks, with german soldiers in them in full uniform, yet he did not give in.' They said he was 'teaching the kids he was holding Russian' he replied they needed to ask for requirements, ain't that
Something.? Well i suppose some might want milk, or bathroom effects, or clothes
Laundered, should they just grunt? And bang their heads.' So cummunication we see was needed.'
Intelligeble sentances could be
Un-impeded.'
So what do you say..Out in audience
land
'Could all be not as scripted ?) So
over to
You, do think and say.'
The husband said, “I must confess
my car is a horrendous mess.”
He knew his wife could not ignore
health hazards. She would do this chore.
She offered, “Take my car to work
while I clean yours.” He wore a smirk
as off he drove. I’ve got ‘er trained,
he thought, and she has NOT complained!
That night he found his car half-clean.
He growled, “What have you done between
the time I left and now? She said,
“Look what I found.” His face turned red,
“You found your earring! I’m g-glad,”
he stammered. “Why are you so mad?”
She countered, “NOT mine, as you know!
To us, you’ve struck a grievous blow.”
He begged her for a second chance.
“I promise I won’t even glance
at others.” She said, “This would be
for you at LEAST chance number three.
“My third chance?! NO! I cheated once,”
he vowed. She screamed, “You’re such a dunce.
Last month your car smelled like cologne.
Pack up. Get out. Leave me alone.”
June 21, 2022
entered in the One in Five Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Joseph May
7/15/16
How much currency is counterfeit?
How many beings went on a power trip
Near or far from where new and old towers sit
How many gave up after hour six?
How many opportunities got ruined and floundered with?
In existence how many towns and ships?
How many cowards tricks
Got countered quick?
After finishing the job, how many were proud of it?
How many remains are there still in the ground and crick?
How many times until you understand how and commit?
How many couldn't bear the weight from pounds of bricks?
In an unexpected place how many found a gift?
How many are now so rich?
How many still bow and quit?
By: Dalton Ogletree
“Would you have wanted me to kiss you?” he asked
Behind the screen, she trembled
Teasing was her best defense
To calm down her beating heart
She typed…
“I let you hold my hand… what did that tell you?”
How could she know?
That the 15 year old boy at camp
The one who had pursued her relentlessly
Had awakened in her stranger fluttering sensations
Throbbing realities of a feeling
She hardly understood
How could she know
That the 45 year old man he’d become
The one behind the screen
Had never forgotten her
Still wanted her
After all these years...
“It thought you wanted to cross the street," he shot back.
“A sense of humor? I don’t remember that,” she countered.
Still unsure…with feelings raw
They joked
Back and forth
A volley of questions
Comments
Cut from the fabric of their hearts
Reconnecting
Picking up where they'd left off
Unresolved questions
Tentative players
In this game
Typing away
Hearts aflame…
“Yes, you should have kissed me...
Now I will never know what it would be like”….
Her fingers flew across the keyboard
Serving the fireball of a comment
That had been searing her heart
All these years
Why hadn’t he kissed her?
Heart pounding…she now waited for his response
The man she never forgot
For a moment
They were back at camp
Summer sun
Sand and fun
Beautiful Mediterranean beach
Sizzling heat
She 13….he 15
What had they known about love?
About passion?
“I didn’t know how you’d react…
I wasn’t man enough."
What could she say to this man?
Her first love?
The one whose hand she had held
Behind her brother’s back at campfire…
After all these years…
She’d found him
After wondering why
She had her answers
He’d never forgotten her
That kiss…..
Hung between them
Throbbing with pain
Trembling with promise
Now driving them both insane…
What would it have been like
That kiss….
Would it have changed....destiny?
Sealed their young love in a forever pact?
Now…they’d never know
A chapter they could not reopen
Perhaps, it was never meant to be
But how those memories had stayed
To haunt them in the night
What might it have been like
Had they shared
That gentle sweet
Wispy and tender
Light as a young lover's dream...
That ONE kiss….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
...The outcome of this didn't come overnight,
but soon folks noticed an increase in fights,
a spate of new inventions, new and improved,
flush of music and literature new.
A jump in the birth rate as alpha males
resumed their eternal chase for fresh tail,
and women hungering for just such guys,
it took the authorities by surprise.
And as with Covid, they did overreact,
they did not want masculinity back,
cried of ‘toxic men,’ and ‘much work to do,’
and doubled-down pushing their point-of-view.
But by now all the conspiracy claims
started to make sense, and some did proclaim
that this chemical was real, and a threat,
but the state wasn’t ready to quit yet.
They’d put so much effort into their schemes,
to force people into utopian dreams,
they went looking to see what had gone wrong,
and why their fancy chemical was gone.
They found the microbe that young Lance had made,
few words could capture their impotent hate,
the damage was done, they could not stop it,
instead they fumed and looked for the culprit.
It took several years, but the FBI
tracked Lance to the cabin, found him inside,
but Lance wasn’t stupid, he’d planned for this,
he wanted the trail, did not resist.
The trial was streamed, and Lance testified
of the chemical and government lies,
the state countered this, and claimed he was mad,
but the world was out, things were getting bad.
Half of the species had been drugged for years,
countless angry men roused governments fears,
they locked Lance up for the ‘rest of his days,’
he stayed in prison, while outside things raged.
The world that emerged was changed from before,
though there’s no need to relive that horror,
but for Lance, locked up for freeing all men…
Ten years later he was made president.
Won 95% of the male vote…