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Premium Member Food For Thought

Some Things to Think About

When is childish behavior no longer fun?
Can a self-righteous delusion actually be spun?
How much is enough? What’s the end game?
Are we seeking attention or some sort of fame?

What’s considered hate and what is not?
Why do some always chase that little red dot?
Can we think for ourselves? How bad are we flawed?
How can we not love our neighbors if we’re children of God?

When should a threat be met with fear?
Why are hidden messages never made clear?
Why do some people work while others just beg?
What came first, the chicken or the egg?

Can a poet create without any ink?
What makes a poem good and what makes it stink?
How can we know if we take things too far?
Are we good or bad? Can we choose who we are?
Form: Rhyme


Kirby Grindalythe, Yorkshire

Mr David Oglesby, my esteemed friend, 
Almost brought these rambling to an end
Kirby Grindalythe was his suggestion
Causing a temporary mental congestion.

Its only real claim to fame,
The Norse origin of the name,
Which the years have changed, so,
For a bated breath waiting nation
Kirby Grindalythe roughly means
In it’s modern day translation, 
Village with church on the slope 
Of the Valley with the Cranes.
Ancient settlement  founded by
Those once marauding  Danes,

At  Sledmere Hall, Sir Tatton Sykes 
In his sustained cultural drive
Finished restoring  the old  church,
Eighteen hundred and seventy five
The latest available Census 
Of two thousand and eleven
Records a population of just
Two Hundred and ninety seven.

Of commercial services
There were  no traces
No shops, no pubs but just
Ninety two dwelling places

It’s  only just  an eight mile hop
Into Malton for a weekly shop.
The  Great Wold Valley is 
Where this hamlet is hiding
Within  the county boundaries of
The  historic Old  East Riding
A winterbourne stream, The Gypsey Race
Still gently flows through the place.

So, Ive tried to do my bounden duty,
To record this place of rural beauty.
Though I may have failed Mr Osgerby’s test
I’ve so tried, Dear Reader, to do my very best.

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Form: Rhyme

A FLY ON THE WALL

‘Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful.’ – Molly Ivins

El  no Tuskmusk to Mars on high, sigh …
rockets in his pockets, Spacex no wimpy latex
Earth’s too mundane, drives him simply insane
not enough lanes for Tesla’s electric cars, a pain 
this what a fly on the wall heard him tweet neat

His TBC Boring says humans are asleep, snoring
Starlink is soaring with Neurolink probing robotic chips in brains’ dips, humanoid robots devouring 
X’s bitter, Twitter as name was not enough for astounding fame, freaking wacky wealth game !
Form: Rhyme

Temptress

Once concealed like 
the devil behind the 
serpent she is.

No!, not even an inch 
did i know of what 
lies between her 
bamboo legs.

With lips as that of an 
angelic maiden she 
kissed, saying nothing 
else i accepted 
comfort like cold 
porage.

She hugs better than 
a lover, cuddle so tight 
than a mother.

But her motive was 
vile same as those of 
lost eden,her actions 
bears it forth.

 My memories said to 
me, tainting your 
image was her 
mission, soiling your 
name her vision,down 
to your rising 
fame ,her proffesion.

Alas! I recall this is 
but the lips of a 
temptress.
Form: Narrative

Adored Lord Broad

Let's applaud our 

Adored Lord Broad

Fame and awards

Crossing swords &

Bossing visiting hordes 

Name in the frame

On Lords boards


Cooing..wasn't it grand

Tanned boy with headband

Wooing the fanned stand


No wonder we're so fond

Of this towering..glowering

Powering flowering blonde


Plumping for knees pumping

Hearts a jumping

All a flutter

Tub thumping

Jaffas he's a scrumping

Utter bowling nutter


Batters in tatters

On the ropes

Slain with disdain

Hopes in vain

Dope tropes

Broad roared

Insane hurricane

Yet again


That strength of fine

Alright divine

Line and length

Vertiginous delight

Prodigious insight


Canny..crafty will 

Log in to his noggin

Didactic tactic thrill

Found going round 

Was gravy..on the money

Crowned genius genesis

Hefty lefty nemesis

Davy Warner..his bunny


Gladly listened to Hadlee

Took note of what 

The Goat did float

Shorten your run son

Well must embellish

Relish to hone

To still cherish..own the throne


With Jimmy his friend

Found at their home grown ground

Got their own eponymous end


Game's pantomime dame

If everything else fails

Wrist twist of the bails

Burning beacon flame


What a gusto way to go

For our dearly loved maestro

Bravado even braggadocio

Willy Wonka winning ticket


Plucky...jammy...lucky

Hero cheerio double whammy

As Broad encored..


Last ball bowled..got a wicket

Last ball faced for 6 did flick it


Helluva a way

For our stellar fella

To say goodbye 

To Test cricket
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Cockadoodle Don'T

Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?

How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.

Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.

Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.

Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.

Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.

Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory

Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.

Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.

They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member You Can Do It

You Can Do It,

Yo brotha, I know you 25,
Tryin’ to stay alive,
On the south side,
You ain’t got no friends,
Since you turned away from sin,
And the sex be callin’ you back into her arms,
It’s like there be storms of temptation,
And the elation of the game and your ego’s masturbation,

My brotha, I know you 25,
With 3 kids, 2 by one, and 1 by another,
And the weight of people’s eyes keep sendin’ lies to your soul that you ain’t no good,
And you ain’t livin’ like you should,
And seems like no matter how much you press away from wrong,
You hear that siren’s song, calling you back to the game, of neighborhood fame, the playa
with no shame,
And now, you just tryin’ to stay alive,
On the South Side,
With no ride, ridin’ the El, 
Beggin Jesus to speak a spell over what feels like hell,

My brotha I know those lies,
That come from hateful eyes,
But son don’t let your heart despise you.
Cause I know you, I know your soul,
It is a jewel of dreams unseen,
And days so good they seem surreal,
My son, don’t lose that zeal that drives you.
I swear he don’t always keep the storms from fallin’,
But trust me!
Don’t stop knockin’,
Don’t stop callin’,
Don’t stop screamin’, that name Jesus!

I can’t tell you that my life is heaven,
Or that I’m great like the magnificent seven,
But I’ve walked a little way in this labor of love we pay,
So that all will love one day,
So just let me say,
Don’t give your hope away,
Cause brother I know,
And your Lord’s still got some tricks to show,
So don’t let you fervor go,
Cause you can do it!!!

Premium Member Tribute To Maradona

Tribute to Maradona                                                                      

                                           TO SKY HIGH
                      Small structure in five feet five frame
                            flashed in fabulous fame.
                                  
                     Little Argentinian Golden Boy
                     Bullish, buoyant, graceful with eyes angelic,
                    Rustic, over confident, playing magic.
                     Appeared an exceptional footballer
                     Nonparallel on strut and swagger 
                        with tangled disarranged hair.
                           Careful yet without care.
                         mesmerizing spectators.
   
               Promising skill on challenge of arrogance.
                Strong sturdy solid sense of balance
                  pivoted on self-belief.
                           His real relief
                 to sky ball high playing on loops of eyes
                 with magic of swift feet showing miracle.
                   Public was marveled on blink less glance.
               Excitement, emotions to enhance, not perchance.

                Sometimes tagged by adverse label
               as Sport’s misguided rebel
               or misdirected: Full of flaws,
              violating norms and laws.

            Fair-fine or foul play,
            Right or wrong! Useless to say.
           Legitimate or illicit! No way.
               Maradona, World Celebrity
              charmed populace with same intensity.

                     Extremely impatient cocky,
                       Yet He was the STOCKY
                             NUMBER TEN
                          reaching heaven.  
     
           Beyond football ground crossing cheekiness
            Maradona proved his splendid sunniness.
          Amazing talented player touching excellence.
            Left too early the high heroic spirit.
             An athletic genius touching summit.



    12/01/20

                                                        First Place
   'Obituary Maradona' Contest by Mohan Chutani


Poetry in Motion

Contest by Matt Caliri

Premium Member Christians Like You

You wrinkle up your nose,
At your neighbor's dirty doorstep,
Peering through the grimy streaks,
Upon his window pane.

Making fun, reminding him,
Lest anyone forget,
The shameless way he's led his life,
His only claim to fame.

You point out each and every fault,
Each source of strife, contention.
No one that you know is safe.
You preach and you adjure.

'Cause saving their immortal souls,
Is your main intention.
You want to help them mend their ways,
To turn from things impure.

You don't mean to cause upset,
Don't mean to cause contention,
When you point out their short comings,
With helpful criticism.

You're only trying to help them,
Because you're a good Christian;
But they only feel your curses,
and your spiteful cynicism
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Stay On Cheer

These pass years, I have been in a quest..
There are times I want to stop but I guess..
If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste..
Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste..

To become a Saint, one must be chaste..
To become a hero, must death be faced?
To become renown, must fame be chase?
However, to be love, must one be on same race?

Building long lasting & steadfast relationships..
Will require from you more than stewardship..
Even more than a deal of companionship..
And more than just friendship..

It takes the right time...
Sometimes months extending to years..
Or a whole of a lifetime..
Only God knows yet stay on cheer..

By: olive_eloi
5:29pm
10/10/2013

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