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Premium Member Shocking reality

Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion 
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling 
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence 
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter 
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade 
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove 
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view 
identifying grave error surrounding values 
many in this world today are complete frauds 
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent 
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side 
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward 
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive


Premium Member I Can Make Them Sit and Spin

Other magicians have it easy – mastering paper, cards, lights, and music.
Not me. Never me. Life has always been hard
But am I used to it? No, not in the least.
The only thing I can make magical are mothers-in-law.

Sometimes I do not even know which ones are the mothers-in-law.
So I have to turn my charm on the whole crowd,
And sixty or eighty mothers-in-law come flying up to the stage.
I can make them sit, spin, twirl, levitate and goose each other.

That really gets the audience going.  
In Detroit lives one of the best mothers-in-law to manipulate.
My own mother-in-law, so I try to get there a couple of times a year.
My husband cannot watch; he says it embarrasses him.

She will crow like a rooster, bark like a dog
Beg for treats with her tongue hanging out
One year someone videotaped it to show her later.
Her sense of humor was not what I had hoped.

Now when I get to Detroit I cannot use her
For she is no longer my mother-in-law
But at least I do not have to pack a husband’s bags anymore
As I travel city to city, show to show.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member No Bowing Please

Well, I'm surprised every day

What this mind of mine will come up with

One would think I would know eh?

Nope! It's a total surprise

Sometimes think I should charge myself an admission fee

For the show, my brain puts on

Today, for instance, seems I'm back on the track

But it's real early, no telling what's round the bend

Could be some great new invention

To help the world finally find peace and all get along

Probably go down in history as the greatest human ever known

Just think, you could say you knew me when

I was just a simple loving man

Writing delightful poetry to help you through the day

No applause please, it embarrasses me

And please no bowing!!!
Form: Narrative

Brute

(This is a fictional poem)

He's mean to everyone especially to his wife.
Other people hate him but she doesn't see that he's a low life.
His wife still loves him even though he cheated on her and burned her brand 
new car.
He beat up her dad and she's still with him, that's bizarre.
One night while she was sleeping, he shaved her head bald.
She actually thought she looked better without hair when any other woman 
would've been appalled.
He told her that she looks like a cow and smells like a pig.
When they go out in public, he embarrasses her by pulling off her wig.
Her husband just keeps getting meaner and meaner.
When he sees people, he always gives them the finger.
He just stepped out onto the street and was killed by a bus.
It may be a tragedy to his wife but it's a blessing to the rest of us.
Form:

snow

i’ll close my eyes
and pretend snow falls on my eyelids
the snow will melt as i cry
and i will lie and say it’s just the snow
he’ll look me in the eye and say
i know all your secrets
i’ll watch as he tells everyone 
i’ll watch as he embarrasses me
i feel the pain in my heart
a sick feeling in my stomach
i will battle with my flesh
i will tear and tug and cut and pick
i will bleed and sob and hurt and get sick
it will only last for a few seconds
because that’s all i will ever mean to anyone
none of them can look me in the eye and say they love me
none of them can look me in the eye and say they’re sorry
i will continuously let them stomp on me
continuously let them hurt me
as long as i can be apart of everyone’s story
Form: Imagism


Premium Member Hands Up

HANDS UP

If you're involved a witness of a bank or store robbery
The man/men with guns in their hands
What do they say to you

Hands up
Git o'ver there
Sometimes may even say git on the floor
Surrender your freedom
For just a minute
I'm the criminal 
Shut up, be still so I can do my business
Gonna git me this money
git yo
Hands up

As this criminal yells and scream all of this
It's my fondest wish please Lord don't let him hurt me
He can have even all of my money
He's still yell'N empty your purses and wallet
Git on the floor quiet, shut up 

Hands up
Git o'ver there
Sometimes may even say git on the floor
Surrender your freedom
For just a minute

Yo, you go to the gym for exercise
Trying to lose some weight so U won't die from genocide
You can run but you can't hide
Personal trainer telling run in place move them thighs
Do them jumping jacks, 
stop running you can't hide—git yo
Hands up

Rise them hands up
Git them hands up
Hands up, git your hands up
Hands up
See how easy it is, to raise your hands up under these circumstances
But when it comes to the Lord you hands are to your side your embarrassed

So if a criminal  whose gonna harm you, rob you
Personal trainer  yells, hollers and embarrasses you
Military personal scares you tells you to salute him/her
Just were does your hands go, you salute hands in the air
Just why won't you take them same hands and salute the Lord our God 
Hands up
Git o'ver here
Sometimes we all need to git on the floor
Surrender  our sins not freedoms
Just a minute
I'm no longer a criminal, I've been forgiven
I'll shut up, be so I can do my the Lord's business
Gonna git my my praise on...
git yo
Hands up


4/21/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2010

Premium Member Final Days 2-20-02, 9:00 Am

Pop watched some of the Olympics with me last night. It
was the first time he had watched television
in over two months.

He wasn’t refined enough to appreciate the figure
skating, However, liked the speed skating
quite a bit. He said it

was more like track and he liked the Summer Olympics
more than the Winter. He asked me for a
shave and I obliged.

In the past this was always by my suggestion. He’s been
having quite a few visitors and I think he
wants to try to be presentable.

Mom says he embarrasses her when they have company.
He can’t always hear what’s going on in the
other room and calls for her.

 “Ruth Ellen, get your ass in here!” is not the proper way 
to call for my mother. Ralph E. has already cleaned his
plow about that once before.

I’m not sure how much he’s really aware he’s doing that
sort of thing. I’m sure he’s lonely and stir
crazy and just wants her company

most of the time. Maybe that helps keep his mind off
what’s happening. I’ll call if there’s a change.
Love You Both, DAD
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Strange Definitions 2

EXHAUSTED = Ted's all worn out

EMBARRASSES = Them bare asses

CRESCENDO = Toothpaste in your endo

HAPPINESS = Happy with your private male part

PISTOL = Charge for going pee

FOOTAGE = How old is your foot

EDUCATION = Studying while on vacation

FORTUNATE = Ate four tunas

ALTERATIONS = Change rations

INFORMATION = All lined up in a row

REGISTRATE = Reginald is heterosexual

PHOTOGRAPH = Picture of a chart

DICTIONARY = Never shun your private part

CAREER = Back end of a car

EXPOSURE = Formerly poop for sure

WINDOWPANE = Ow that wind is painful

POLITICIANS = A parrot who shuns the limelight

BLOCKBUSTERS = People who get in the way of a bus

ANNIVERSARY = Backside on backwards

CANADIAN = Ian is a good adder

OPPORTUNITY = Oh a poor choice of a nitty gritty tune

PERPETUAL = Average price of pets in the deep south

CENTIPEDES = Price per foot of a cheap pair of shoes

MISCELLANEOUS = A missile aimed at our back end



© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Day I Took the Car Back

I was a pretty devilish driver, fearlessly wreck-less; a deal is a deal.
I drove a car for six hundred miles, it lost its right front wheel.

I took the car back to the owner, made him give me back my money.
His mother never forgave me this, although she called me honey.

If I could re-do that day, and be nicer, kinder, a bit less me,
I think she and I might have been better friends, this I can plainly see.

I made him pay me back the entire $75. every single horrible dime. 
Embarrasses me to this day, as the fault was truly and honestly mine.

I drove the wheels off that car, it was so bad that when I was completely done,
It had to be towed to a junk yard; I know for I married him, her only son.

Premium Member Happy February 14th

LOVE is ?

Is love, an essence, of flesh and skin
or a scent that's emitted, from within

Is it an impression, created by the heart
or a design, to be viewed, as abstract  art 

Is it something within all humans grasp
or a mental image, felt when people gasp

Is it's existence real, or just imaginary truth
an artificial attraction, held from our youth

Is it an inevitable desire, that embarrasses all
or a treasured goal, of kinship as we sprawl

Desire, Passion, Marriage, lessen loneliness within
but, affection lost, leaves you in a loveless skin

Is it a fleeting feeling, that wasn't meant to hold
or nurtured attraction, the oneness, as I'm told

Lust, Enthusiasm, Devotion, of intimacy with one
or hope of a life long friend, to share earths sun

a confession of confusion or a happiness unknown
feeling completed by Cupid's arrow when your alone

An intense, deep explosion, of your lust and desire
or that soothing relaxation, that's felt after the fire

Told long ago "It's what make the world go round"
Keep stoking that fire, till that arrow is downed
© Tom Larrow  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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