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Premium Member Saving Gum


   Always available to chew,
   Need a perspective or two.
   Allows you to see,
   How saving gum is as easy as one, two, three!

   No life preservers.
   No CPR.
   No refrigeration for contemplation. 
   No social media reference.

   There are some well-known facts,
   Why saving gum is mandatory.
   Let me tell you the story.
   
   To reuse when we get the blues.
   Expand our money for other things that are funny.
   Preserve the environment over use of the sapodilla tree,
   Bet you thought gum just appeared.

   Avoid creating waste,
   No shoes with gooey paste. 
   Gives time to pause a thought,
   Prevents words from bubbling out.
   Sometimes what you say makes people shout!

   Save your gum!
   Stick on top of your shoe.
   Wrap in old gum paper, 
   Either way will do.

   Set for a time,
   Under tables divine.
   Stuck on a door,
   To be seen once more.

    Hardening from exposure to air,
   Makes a repeat chew more extensive to do.
   The flavors not great.
   But wait!
   You've saved your gum,
    For another late date!
Form: Rhyme


Traditionally Incompatible

In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
 and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or set a mood
sounds can't love
but are capible of being loved
it's arranged for cultural conservation
you get what the composers saying
even though sounds aren't capable of love 
what one desire to love
is an obstacle and challenge
due to the facts of being love
takes an enormous amount of time
those who interfere
will say one maynot be sincere
which may indicate a lack of
a lovers importance
the sounds that are supportive
the bright side to the love thing
is defined by what
you bring
to level out both sides of
importance
the composer considers
a pitch that delivers
the mood the sound should bring
 

Les personnages de cette fiction ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer, alors j'ai refusé de leur 
donner mon nom de plume ou mon nom légal.
 Ils sont méchants et ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer.
Vous pouvez dire que c'est fou parce qu'ils sont
 fictifs, mais ma représentation et mes moyens
 pour parvenir à mes fins sont tous liés à ces personnages 
Piccolo meddled in Tubas affairs
the audience stops and stares
the traits of a disoriented thing
and what about Celetas muting
wisdom tells us that
it's no suited with
xlophone maybe it's all fiction
but for where we're sitting
I aint never seen nothing like
this before

Research suggests those who interfere in others' relationships are more likely to have dark personality traits such as narcissism. Meddlers may interfere in a relationship in a variety of ways, such as by highlighting how one's partner has failed to meet important needs.
Form: Ballad

Blue Magic

Blue Magic



               Nitrogen and oxygen meet wavelengths in a sky gathering
                    The sun beams into the atmosphere causing a sort of scattering

                    An optical effect of a smeared canvas mistakenly blue
                         A visual sort of sorcery because the colour is not true

                         Same type of occurrence happens within our bluish eyes
                              It's a different type of scattering that makes a colour disguise

                              Not one single persons eye carries any cyan pigment
                                   But I know it's hard to believe while seeing something different

                                   Another ruse of blue comes from atmospheric perspective
                                   You know off in the distance, yah a mirage you guessed it

                                   However no need to worry for blue is a colour true
                              The most decorated colour of history uniform navy blue

                              Vincent Van Gough used ultramarine with a little cobalt too
                         And Augustus Renoir used it primarily to set the mood

                         Afghanistan mined Lapis Lazuli adorned every Egyptian Crown
                    In the Renaissance Era marine pigment is most commonly found

               Even though this iced midnight colour plays magic in our eyes
          Over 50% of the populations most favorite color is of the sky





01/28/17

All examples in this poem are facts and occurred throughout science or history
Form: Couplet

Cecil County Maryland

(Land that doth marry mother lode 
of sublime earthen land and sea).
 
Age of exploration 
   ushered cruel fate 
   against “red” men living 
   in bliss by agents

   patch of eden north 
   o the Mason Dixon line 
   latitude: 39.64839 
   longitude: -75.95591 alee

 perchance designed 
   by divine providence 
   with dyslexic humorous bents
   Cecil county Maryland
 
   lies like plump backward letter “e”
witnessed topographic erosion 
   pocked imprimatur marked 
   meteorological dents

   thru inundation of 
   oceanographic propensities 
   melding coastline like the Galilee
in particular by Chesapeake Bay, 

   that body of water 
   abutting like natural fence
   first witnessed by captain 
   John Smith in 1608
 
   mistaking himself tong tied 
   in sole of Italy 
learned faux pas, when crossing paths 
   with Susquehannas hence,

   offered tobacco sticks to natives 
   while recovering 
   from injured wounded knee
said other sundry tribes curiously eyed
 then (I utilized poetic license)
 took smoke from packet of Kents
   which twist on actual 
   historical facts manipulated by me
but more truthful account awash
   and replete with more
 
   than interspersed nonsense
   and incorporates tract situated 
   in so called Fertile Crescent – see
 settled by Europeans of English stock,
 
   who emigrated with nary a pence
   “taming” shrew like “noble savages” 
    plied Leviathan sized ukuleles
whose might exploited for felling forests, 
   which timber built cabins with vents.

Premium Member Alone In the Dungeon

Alone in the dungeon, I am furious with the them’s, the they’s, the experts, the teacher, my cousin, the snitch, my classmates, and especially my parents for they are the ones who ruined things for me.
If they had left me alone, not tormented me, not called me, not texted me, not lured me into talking back to my parents, if they had simply let me be, I would be outside playing second base.
I would have grown up to be fantastic, terrific, stunningly successful, powerfully respected, but all hope for that kind of life is gone now. And so is the sun, which means I have been in this dungeon for at least two hours without my tablet, or my computer, or my I-pad or TV set or anything fun to do.
But no. They could not leave me alone. They had to bug me. Learn your math facts, eat your fruit, do not hang from the top of the slide and kick your feet over your cousin’s head.  So here I sit, grounded, and mad, and disappointed.  When was the last time I cried? I feel the tears come, and I hate them all a bit more. All of those snitches, especially that teacher snitch.  I can hear my friend John outside, yelling bye to my other friends. I struggle to hear the other’s voices, but they are not heard.  I bet they got stupid Roger to play second base, and that really makes me mad.
I am so danged angry at my parents and that snitch teacher, and my snitch cousin, who should have backed me up, but did not, and everybody else who put me here in this dungeon.  I am furious. FURIOUS!  I lie on my bunk and toss my baseball up toward the ceiling, catch it, toss it again. It does not help.  I am still mad as all get out with no inkling whatsoever that I am the only one who holds the key to unlocking the dungeon door.


Premium Member Absolute Truth: How Can it Be?

Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox. 
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”

The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you in scriptures and prayers,
The moderns doubted you in so many facts and proofs.

Absolute truth 
     your a hidden treasure in the dark. 
I’ve been searching for you with a lantern and a map. 
Absolute truth, a misty mountain peak, 
We’ve been climbing towards you 
     with a rope and a pick. 
Absolute truth, a real puzzler 
    and a wonder. 
We’ve been solving you with a clue and a key.

The enlighteners searched for you 
     in nature and reason
The romantics sang about you 
     in passion and vision
Whereas existentialists certainly questioned you 
     in freedom and action.

Absolute truth: are you actually still alive and relevant today? 
You’ve been inspiring us with 
     your beauty and your grace. 
Absolute truth, you are most diverse and multifaceted. 
You’ve been expressing yourself 
     in every culture and every race. 
Absolute truth, you are so complex and yet, paradoxical. 
You’ve been challenging me 
     to question and embrace.

The analytics dissected you in symbols and many signs.
Whereas continentals explored you 
     in history and culture.
Yes, those postmoderns deconstructed you 
     in relativity and plurality.

Absolute truth, you invite us to seek 
     doubt, affirm, and critique. 
You show us the value of 
     curiosity and humility. 
Absolute truth: you challenge us to 
     dialogue, dignity, listen, respect, and appreciate. 
You teach us of the importance of 
     diversity and empathy. 
Absolute truth, you call us 
     to transcend, transform, love, and willingly serve. 
You lead us to the ultimate goal of harmony and peace.

The scientists explain you in matter and energy,
The believers proclaim you in faith and grace,
The artists create you in beauty and meaning.

But the needle spins wildly, a chilling impart…
"Absolute Truth is a compass with a broken heart."

The Best You Can

Some things you learn as you
get older.
   Beauty is in the eye of 
the beholder.

   You can't make real friends with
fake people.
   Your partner is not always your
equal.

   You learn to respond not
react.
   Seed out the bull you need
the facts.

   You learn to listen to your
intuition.
   Sometimes magic happens without
a magician.

   You no longer feel the need to
be accepted.
   You stop getting yourself
arrested.

   You don't mind not being
included.
   You no longer feel the need
to be recruited.

   No worries about not
fitting-in.
   Things no longer get under your
skin.

   You slow down and sip your
tea.
   No more barking up the wrong
tree.

   Happiness is an inner
thing.
   Love can bite, bleed and
sting.

   Your values and morals can be
subjective.
   Controlled emotions are more
effective.

   Purpose and intention are
important.
   Security and stability need
reinforcement.

   Harness your energy, maintain
your focus.
   You can tell if it's a Bonus 
or Bogus.

   It is not about the things you
have.
   Never send someone on your
behalf.

   Sometimes  is going to hit
the fan.
   Life is short, do the best
you can.

     Turbo1904
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The News

The News
By Franklin Price
10/5/2017

The news and not opinion
Is what I'd love hear
Tell the truth about what's happening
Have I made myself quite clear?

Don't want to hear, what you may think 
Or your opinionated views
I watch you on the  six o';clock
To get the daily news

Report it like it really is
Don't add what you may think
I can hear that at the local pub
Where you drive me there to drink

I really miss the good old days
The days of Chet and Dave
When Walter told it like it was
They did not rant and rave

They checked the facts, reported truth
The way that they were taught
The way that I remember them
The ones who were not bought

Now I only watch the news
To see the left and right
Spouting out opinions
And continuing their fight

CNN throws from the left
Fox throws from the right
It may go many extra rounds
Depending on the night

It's all about the ratings
And the almighty buck
I haven't found a network yet
Where reporting doesn't suck
Form: Rhyme

The Pointless Ritual

Nothing but horses on a merry go round,
painted faces, costumes and lies based on facts.
We’re all wearing masks
that disguise us from ourselves more than others,
making it so hard for anyone to really know at all
what they want or need until they lose it.
There is no typical or expected or proper or appropriate;
only expectations of propriety
and viability of options
and hiding tears behind smiles
and running up hills and down aisles.
It’s padded chairs and seat belts
and artificial light
and plans never completed-
Love never returned,
and electric blankets and solitary music
and pictures of angels
and books about lovers.

Premium Member ABOUT POLARITY

      An object having contrastive property 
      is defined to hold polarity .
      Opposite poles of magnet are well-known :
      Obviously shown :
      No ambiguity.

       Earth itself is a large magnet 
       having two poles to generate.
       North pole in Northern hemisphere.
       South pole in Southern hemisphere :
       Facts of Earth's identity.
       
        Electric charges are active 
         running either positive , 
        or also as Negative
         proving validity.
        in field of Electricity.
       
      Also in human relation,
      I assure to mention :
        exists possibility 
      of dual personality
      in same guy's mentality.

       A proverb : Familiar,
       even sounds peculiar !
     ' Runs attraction ! mutual 
       between man-woman , natural
       as opposite poles to act 
       react or interact !
       
        
         
       
       
      
      
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Form: Rhyme

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