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Premium Member Male Footle Slang Names: Part 2

So Risque

Racy
Casey

His Mind’s on the Moon

Spacey
Casey

Great Sprinter

Darter
Carter

Crybaby

Bawlin’
Colin

Always in a Rush

Boltin’
Coltin

Puppies for Sale

Daniel’s 
Spaniels

Don’t Cross Him

Callous
Dallas

Witch Doctor

Shaman
Damon

The Manny

Nanny
Danny

The Anti-Hero

Villain
Dylan

To Stop His Slouching

Straighten
Dayton

Wild Child

Feral 
Darrell

He Can’t Keep Secrets

Don’t tell
Darnell

Pretty Boy

Bonny
Donny

The Vigorous One

Lusty 
Dusty

Out of Practice

Rusty 
Dusty

Irritable Grandpa

Crusty
Dusty

Mr. Stability

Steady
Eddy

Sunburned

Red one
Edwin

Always Prepared

Ready 
Eddy
boy
Form: Footle


Vines Cover Every Surface

HELLO EVERYBODY OUT THEIR IN T.V. LAND!
WE GOTTA GREAT SHOW AHEAD.
WE HAVE THE LIKES OF
"BIG CLAW" CLAUFFY CLAMS VERSES "mEANIOUS" DOLLBABY BISHIE

JOCKIN FOR POSITION IN A CONTENTION RACE
LEFTHAND DANNY FRIFT VERSES  GATTA GRIFFA 
 THE BIG WHOOMP AND TREMBLE CLEFT WILL GO AT IT IN A TAG TEAM ENCOUNTER AGAINST THE KNIGHTS OF COLOSSUS

"LABELED BAD" MINCEMEAT AND BELTRON DECKY WITH WREST TO CLAIM THE VACANT TITLE FOR THE WORLD SHOW CHAMPIONSHIP
DELGRECO JEZZEY  WILL GRAPPLE THE "FAULTONS CLAIM" BIG MEANY DRAMP DELTON
SUMMERTYME CLASSIC WILL FEATURE FROM
1979 THE WORLD CHAMPION BIG DELTON REACH VERSES BASSY BATTIN MOE IN A WORLD TITLE MATCH
STAY TUNED WE GOTTA LOTTA WRESTLING FOR THE WORLD!
WILL HE BE HERE WITH HIS FLUTE-CANE AND RUBBER STOPPER
WILL HIS PROTEGE' DELBIN GRIFF BE ALLOWED TO COMPETE
WE'LL HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS WHEN WE RETURN,
STAY TUNED EVERYBOODY!
Form: Ballad

Time Out of Place

All who have no faith in time
live at peace in a timeless mousehole
a hole in the fabric of nothing at all,
where a moment is but a whisker
that twitches infinity.

Danny boy
walked boldly out of O'Reilly's Irish pub
right into a catastrophic gap in reality,
immediately he was drunk on his own legend
knees buckled, his head lolled.
Back in some fictional homeland
his mother sang like a bird in a kitchen
while she stirred a dark mouse stew,
Danny's eyes flowed over
with all the milky dreams of the unborn.

The cosmic joke is endlessly amusing.
It is not a matrix nor a malignant mystery,
it is the love of the undying,
the faith of all those that have lost all faith
it is the tall stories we tell ourselves
that make even shameless death shudder.

            The mouse squeaks
            and yet another tale
            falls through a torn pocket
            to be heard as birdsong
            by a perfectly conscious
            oblivion.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Night Angel: a Collaboration With Daniel Turner

This is presented in a series of three sonnets in a collaboration
between Daniel Turner and Lin Lane. 
They are based on the original sonnet of Daniel's "Night Angel."
Thank you, Danny, for the inspiration and for allowing me to 
give poetic voice to your Night Angel.


In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal

                  **********
Rest easy, dear one. Night Angel is here
To ease the worry from your furrowed brow
Kiss to the cheek, I lay upon you now
In your sweetest dream you will feel me near
Memories of your past no longer live
No need for tears to fall from pain or stress
Tender love I offer in my caress
Gift of my thoughts to you this night I give
Wake on the morrow, glad to greet the sun
Knowing night has me coming through the mist
To comfort once more when your cheek is kissed
As Night Angel hovers o're her loved one
Though I must wait till night sends its moonbeams
I shall never leave you lost in your dreams

                 **********
Undeserving am I, for such mercy 
A sinner and tormented vagabond 
Cavorting with strumpets in Babylon 
Rendering my soul hungry and thirsty 
Yet nightly, through the mist you come tersely 
Descending with your kindness from beyond 
Blessed with your kiss my memories abscond 
Overfilling my heart with love firstly 
Night Angel, I have prayed for forgiveness 
From the midst of my dreams, am again whole 
By the magnificence of your meekness 
My conscience is now bending from stiffness 
The morning sun brings new light to my soul 
Now no longer will ever go sleepless


* * * * * * * * * * 
February 22, 2016
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Thank you Jesus

Hey Jesus want to write you a poem
About my family humanity
Thank you Jesus for us all
I know we have not always been good
and in fact we have all been bad
But you died for me before I knew you 
now that I know you I need to never forget you
Hey Jesus did I tell you I love you so much

Thank you for Czechia I made some cool people who live there
Also for Israel I made cool people over there too
Also the UK I made cool people over there
And also here In America too
And In Japan
India and Pakistan and Afghanistan too plus Iran
I met some cool people from Canada and Mexico too
I met some cool people from Argentina too and brazil
I meet so many people over the world from my home here In Chicago
Watchmen I met many of them too
and also Kabalists and Talmudists too
I met Occultists one named Tarl He Worships a Owl demon from the ArsGoetia
Plus so many entertaining people
None of them are Perfect I am not either
My dad died Jesus and it made me sad still does
I might never meet those people in this life I met over the digital world Jesus
And you might not come in my lifetime to Lord Jesus
But I know from the bible you have great plans for us all
I know you showed me some of the plans and it is odd cause The Bible say's different ideas about your plans you showed me?
I do not know why I saw things different from in the bible
I am not sure if it is a test Jesus or if You want me to Trust you even more then I Trust in The bible?
I Trust You Yeshua/Jesus more then any written words cause you gave me your Agape love in you I find my Love Peace Hope and Destiny
I know the world does not accept me I am outsider to all
It is ok cause You are my best friend Jesus and I know it deep down like breathing
I Love you Jesus/Yeshua Thank you for Danny,Jamil,Kami,Brian,My Mom Stephanie, Brenda,Andrea,Ana, Edwin my dad and discord friends and  youtube friends and Facebook friends, thank you for everyone I ever met the prophets, Moses people from the bible, For You Jesus For The Father For The Holy Spirit and also for all creation thank you Jesus


Premium Member Patriotism

I remember as a little girl when John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
Everyone cried, everyone gathered around the TV set waiting for word.
We sang the “Star Spangled Banner,” “God Bless America,” and “Oh Danny Boy,”
(Because, as my Grandfather explained it, the Irish and Americans were united today.)
And my Uncle Ryan and my Grandfather William even wore their uniforms saluting the set.
My Grandfather Luigi said that that was the beauty of this country, a melting pot.
When I looked confused, he explained we were like Grandma Sophia’s Spaghetti dinner:
The sauce was our soldiers, fighting and spilling blood for our freedom,
The pasta were the families at home, providing a framework for the sauce.
The spices were the people of many countries who seek freedom here,
And my grandmother represented the wisdom of our forefathers in combining it all to make something good become great!
To this day I can’t see the flag without shedding a small tear for family I’ve lost, like those old soldiers saluting the TV;
And traditions we’ve lost, like singing patriotic songs together;
But most of all I can’t help but crave my grandma’s melting pot spaghetti!
Form: Ode

Danny

Danny down the hall
just behind the door.
Thunder coming  from it.
Presence made galore.

Cozy with a two-four.
Danny home to drink.
Left upon his own.
A girl to make him think.

T-shirt with a logo.
Danny's casual dress.
Smell of smoke right through it.
His ball cap holding mess.

Shoes left in the hallway
leaning to the wall.
Just aside the pathway
where Danny sweeps the hall.

Sunshine from the window
Danny stands in view.
Watching those who enter
whenever one comes through.

Danny down the hallway.
Asking what is new.
Pray it's not a foul mood
or Danny's on the brew.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Mr excessive force

He enters the neighborhood bitter 
from cold cases old grudges and gripes 
his musty breath is shallow stone cold 
coming from his angry nostrils transferred 
yet again for bad behavior after sucking
the life out of another non suspecting poor

individual while suspended to the desk duties 
for a few months he lay in waiting creating slander  
perpetrating falsehoods for the weak the helpless 
the vulnerable homeless the disabled the injured 
veterans families down on their luck he's mastered 
the boroughs villages canals valley's street corners
 
and hills throughout the city children run from his 
thumping hoofs craving blood sweat and tears 
of urban survivors holding on by mere threads 
praying for spiritual guidance redemption from 
this evil hoping for strong minded individuals 
to somehow provide ethical support leadership 

crumbles rams locking horns while performing their 
civic duties of washing the scum off the streets 
when instead Mr excessive force organized brutality 
home invasions intimidation fear corruption 
abuse of power rises about the small towns 

of little people whose cries are never heard 
until a sudden riot approaching engulfing a city 
the watchers always look on in disbelief as the flames 
crawl block for block windows smashed glass shatters 
into a million pieces reflecting the eyes of despair 
graffiti begins to cover store fronts meanwhile

friendly fire explodes sifting through reasoning
remorse the crying kind Danny boy oh boy oh boy
a quiet calm cease to behold a sullen peace
the trying time beckoning the emptiest eyes   
malice unfolds first responders are grieving 
as Mr excessive force is now leaving
Form: Ballade

Premium Member The Sunshine Singers Come to Play

In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts,
the elders slowly congregate;
in the common room of the seniors' home,
they patiently sit and wait.
Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle
in orderly fashion, without kerfuffle.

They've all been told
there's "gonna be a show"
put off by some "young people"
who (chances are) they don't know.

Many are quite alert and very aware
delighted to be together
and to have an experience to share.
Others come in a different mental state,
in their own little worlds,
seemingly uncerebral
yet dignified, quiet, sedate.

The entertainers have already arrived, in fact,
and as soon as the seniors come in
they start to interact,
exchanging pleasantries with hellos,
how-do-you-dos and "what're-ya-ats!";
smiles and handshakes easily given
with banter and casual chit-chat.

The nurses and attendants smile,
noting the connectivity,
and across the room faces brighten
at the growing sense of fun and festivity.

A happy mood pervades the place
as the singers smile and sing;
their voices effortlessly fill the air,
easy, relaxed, warm, soothing.
Lots of "old" songs are played and sung:
"Country Roads", "Danny Boy",
"Kiss an Angel Good Morning".
"If you know the words, please sing along!"
and so many of them do, with voices soft or strong.

But what sets this show apart
is the interaction
between singers and seniors;
their reaction and sense of satisfaction
of a diversion from the mundane,
a vivid and vibrant distraction.

And those with minds in altered states
are aroused from their lethargy,
hearing the music and sensing joy,
perhaps remembering when they felt such ecstasy.

Often, the singers will reach out to touch and hold a hand.
Elderly eyes light up and smiles show they understand.
A few of the more able-bodied are invited to dance,
a reminder of the long-ago days of youth and romance.

After an hour or so, the concert reaches its conclusion
with applause and cheers, compliments said in profusion.
The Sunshine Singers are pleased with a job well done.
The seniors and staff feel delight and satisfaction;
and everyone is enveloped in a warm glow:
the simple joy that comes from human connection.
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Everlasting Circle of Guardians

Brian storm he my best friend my older brother
Danny my older brother too and best friend
They both cool guys they keep me safe
I trust in my older pals to keep me safe
Jesus my oldest pal from forever he keeping me safe
I remember Jesus is so cool he likes to look out for me
I know I can trust in him cause he is my best friend from forever
Excited to exist in his world cause he is my pal and buddy
I remember buddy my dog he is also secret tony
and Autumn too she is like dad and dannys best friend and I love and miss her too
Mr meow was so cool and I miss the whole gang
I miss my Legacy cause she is super cool

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