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Premium Member God Bless the Usa

God Bless The USA
Independence Day 2021
Miracle Man Thoughts
7/2/2021

The freedom we have has never been free,
yet many in our country are espousing hate.
If things are so bad why don’t they just flee,
with God, our own destiny, we can freely create.

Throughout history men and women have stood,
in the hedges, and for freedom, filled the gap. 
Today, many view the government as Robin Hood,
and are seemingly unhappy unless starting a flap.

But as we celebrate this year let each remember,
and count our blessings for the place we live.
Many share a goal of this country to dismember,
and with outstretched hands, are unwilling to give.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Remembering Bealman

Cat three-tooth, cat stone-deaf, cat sidewinder walk,
Old Bealman stalked the croaking, the croaking,
with forepaws meek stroking
airs of a summer cool night.

Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.

Delphinium, the roses, lupine interposes
a shadow of fortressed green leaf
disguises the notion my Bealman supposes—
to seize, dismember it through,
make self-concocted, dishering frog stew.

Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.

Night hours accounting, morning’s surmounting,
a bird warning Bealman, his patience to thin.
Croaking still blending, a flower stalk was bending,
two legs, peaking out, sent Bealman straight in.

Bealman, Oh my Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Frog fisher & free.

I saw Bealman beaming; I saw Bealman beaming.
How cats manage beaming I’ll wonder again.
Since Bealman was twenty, any beaming is plenty.
I loved my old Bealman, my frog fisher friend.

Bealman, Bealman, my meow dear Sealman,
Frog fisher & free.

Premium Member Fartasia

Once upon an outhouse dreary, while I strained there, lank and leery
of creatures scary down beneath the privy floor--
As my veins were close to popping, suddenly there came a whopping
rush of air, but nothing dropping, dropping from my nethers sore,
“'Tis but a sputter", I then mutter, “popping like the thunder's roar--
only this and nothing more!”

Ah, succinctly I remember - a distinctly warm September;
for bath tissue I dismember - an issue from the hardware store.
Eagerly I wish for passing - that which had been amassing
in my numbles far surpassing - any grumbles heretofore
A gassing foul and shameless to deplore
Nameless here for evermore

Then, methought the air grew smelly, perfumed from my askew belly
The fumes of fish stew from the deli, like the breath of Balthazor
“Wretch,” I cried, “as God hath bent me—by what devils hath he sent thee?
Respite – respite! No more! Some forthright output, I implore!
Purge, oh purge this burning urge I'm yearning for!”
Shall I potty... Nevermore?

With apologies to EAP.
© Roy Jerden  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Absorbed Goodbye

absorb my tears oh river of life
carry them to oceans by and by
to every sweet creature let them drink
and allow this weary soul to sink

my eyes grow ever anxious to pour
relief and reverie to your silent shore
may living waters carry forth my pain
streams rising in steams to bring forth rain

thunderous forces repel on the rivers
lightnings bear the earth that quivers
no shelter i need—no let me bleed
cut me open as tears willfully proceed

alas the eyes can bear no warmth
ripped open dry from the wanted storm
i needed them to be absorbed 
i wanted them to dismember abhorred

dispel my ache oh treacherous death
let me lie inside your parched caress
to every fossil deprived of life
rub me dry in absorbed goodbye
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The purpose of it all

Standing erect as a pillar of light,
we dwell in staid peace, outside space and time,
observing all worlds by spherical sight,
there being no new peaks we wish to climb.
Knowing all manifest worlds are dream forms,
wherein to engage, we must enter trance,
blown like a leaf in duality’s storms,
we opt for bliss, where erect is soul’s stance.
Though free from desire, compassion yet stirs,
in our ever aglow toroidal heart,
which with rhythm of God’s magnetism concurs,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
To serve this end, our will we therefore bend,
descending, that a helping hand we lend.

Descending, that a helping hand we lend,
we refract our light, just like a rainbow,
looking upon which, the lost may ascend,
from darkness to light and truth of God know.
To aid others, we must first remember,
who we really are, a shining star,
to which end, ego we must dismember,
reconnecting with God, Who seems afar.
Ego thrives on thought and thought on desire,
seeking objects which we wish to possess,
amidst fleeting illusions, our quagmire,
with freedom found only when we undress.
Our quest for God-search, if we’re to jump start,
we must choose to shift from head to the heart.

We must choose to shift from head to the heart,
befriending silence by ceasing thinking,
invoking grace by adding love to cart,
attaining thus awareness unblinking.
In truth upon birth, we each are as such,
living fully in the eternal now,
embracing, releasing, learning by touch,
allowing Holy Spirit to endow.
So back to the beginning, we unlearn
by relinquishing conditioned belief,
that as grace ignites our mind-body urn,
wayward ego drops off, like a dead leaf.
Drenched in bliss mists, boundless is our delight,
standing erect as a pillar of light.


Dead To the World Wide Web

(any resemblance to the following and 
living persons iz purely coincidental)

Family, friends, and
     strangers didst weep
when my brutally
     murdered gagged and
     bound distended corpse
     put to eternal sleep
unbeknownst to homicide deep
pill lore hubble

     killer, said murderer,
     would sow what he did reap
on the deadly war holy jeep
purrs, cow path
     this angry ghost
effortlessly held scented rag
     to choke, a keep
sake squeezing out breath

     from my corporeal flesh
     with maggots didst creep
     still adrip when bled,
to death, now enshrouded
     in black hoodie,
     and scythe leant lee
     cackled with grateful dread
enroute to pay the

     killer man moments ago
     took hoof on
     horse back fled
in hot pursuit destination,
     albeit unknown,
     yet aye twill find
     trumpeting psychopath,
     and quickly dismember

     off with his head,
thus equipped with
     keen bloodhound find
     ding needle in hay
stack instinctive second nature
     vengeance casually,
     I hapt lee ghoul
     lucky did allay

fresh trail scented out lay
boring haphazard way
word ness after gray
beard i.e. yours
     truly he did slay
     no matter wiseacre, may
be goot headstart, said jay
bird haint gonna

     be twittering furlong,
     cuz tell trail (and tail) flay
ming signs, he didst betray
noon the wiser hoo ray
bethought to brush
     meticulously (cover) tracks
     over most likely today
will merely (and merrily delay)

this phantom of neigh (nee)
and dearth all giving away
hideout, now tis
     my turn, I didst inveigh
     asper his final "say"

perhaps with ghost to
     (gusto) hollering as no weigh
to hex press me excitement
     thrusting sword
     into his heart yay!

Hey Mom

Hey mom
 remember way back then
Hey mom 
remember all my friends
Hey mom 
remember all that fun
Cleaning the yard in all that sun
So do I really write that well
Or must I practice with a quill
Blue jean pants & pressed white shirt
Oh please mom i hate that skirt
The homemade dress I felt so dumb
I guess tho  I was the lucky one
U missed my introduction to those who said they cared
You got the repercussion of me when I was scared
Childhood has its fears as everyone has seen
Just some of us are different were not really mean
Picking posts, is what we have become
Until they really hurt someone
Hey mom
Do you see what happens when they lie
Hey mom
Whats it feel like when its time to die
Hey mom 
do we get to avenge ourselves
Hey mom
Will you now return to Hell
Hey mom
Can I count on you or not
Hey mom
I will claim my father when they all rot
Now I must find away
To dismember two who lied that day
Lied and claimed that I was wrong
While lining their pockets all along
Hey mom
Have you hit the bottom yet
i have my friends lets not forget
But their afraid of who we  are
Stating  their not going that far
Hey mom  its just you and me again
Because I cant rely on all my friends.

To Helen Uitermark     my mom of choice
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Evaporating promises

Diplomacy can be a fig leaf for surrender
A wolf agrees to postpone the dismember
If you want peace, prepare for war
Peacetime is what aggressors use it for.

Countries have interests, leaders have ambitions
For some expansion is a holy mission.
Cost and benefits, incentives and deterrents
Under peaceful oceans can be riptide currents.

The Sioux were promised sacred ground,
But promises became vapor when gold was found
The ink had faded, land was cleaved,
Were they fools when they believed?

Chamberlain’s last words were “if only Hitler hadn’t lied”
But Hitler did, and millions died
Dictators arm, they probe, they strike when strong
When goals conflict with oaths, words don’t last long.

The U.S. and North Vietnam signed the Paris accord
but no strength to back it, we dropped the sword.
Our resentful congress cut off army aid
The North swept into the vacuum congress made

Israel and Hezbollah signed a document
The Jihadis would stay far, but close they went
they dug tunnels under the Galilee
Jews left when they knew no safety guarantee.

North Korea vowed it would refrain
From forging bombs yet forged again.
They brandished missiles, filled their store:
Their final ace was nuclear war.

Russia and the U.S. and U.K. did assure
Just give Russia your nukes, their motives are pure
a treaty sold to Ukraine as preventing invasion
Then missiles hit cities and warfare is raging.

Like snow in the sun, words transpire
Melt away when the stakes grow dire.
A promise, a pact, a solemn vow—
Not many stand unbroken now.
Form: Lyric

Quebec City

Through the cobblestone roads they walk 
with feet so light and hearts so bright 
along the path where passion sizzles love
it is a prelude to dismember by the hour ;
Fine china dishes and silent forks await  
outside the window, a horse passes by  
clickity clack clomp clickity clack clomp; 
They are dreaming of their future 
in Quebec City that place of old  
where open rustic gates are a sign 
of new beginnings;
The waiter speaks with a sweet mix of 
English-French and savoire faire; 
The grateful feast begins 
fullant plates of pasta so divine 
that when the hour is over, all they 
do is lay supine: 
"Embrasse moi mons cherie "
he leans over and kisses her softly 
then feathers her body with a brush 
of his hand , downy soft and warm
no words are needed. 

8/24/2019
Contest Name: 136 words

Single

Throughly washed off all her sweat from my bed
And wondered why she left as if everything's said
I've considered how I became so easy to ignore
And why she chose to turn from angel to  for
You give your trust for bits of love and friendship
And your lover dismisses your kisses and ends it
Crushing you then with an endless questioning
I remember and want to dismember her estrogen
But I'm supressing testosterone, ingesting the pain
Writing spiteful and suicidial, now my letters remain
I'm trying to weather the shame of falling for traps
In a mask, looking forward to when its all in the past
She caused the collapse of my frail unstable world
She's no class above me and I never failed at girls
She didn't have a way with words or a great talent
She's trained to stay calous and remain ballanced
This isn't blame, just wished she explained her half
But she'd given in to ignorance of hurting my heart ..
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