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I often wonder if it’s worth the effort
with a keyboard or paper and pen
to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul
from the ocean and rivers within
The marrow in my bones
hidden deep within these veins
“This universe is a miracle,”
I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed
Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind
(far beyond my likes, by stars)
I merely try to follow those
I think know where they are
A few more miles ahead of time
“Out yonder,” my dad would say
where I can only dream of writing
a splendorous sonnet someday
Or perchance a valediction poem
a goodbye to the past
or my rendition of a benediction
thanking Hymn for all the love that lasts
And open a few doors with some metaphors
enjambment or anapest
find inspiration from alliteration
while striving towards my best
Thus, here I rest in the morning air
inhaling hope, exhaling despair
as birds fly bye and gentle winds blow
and pray more thoughts of beauty will flow
© Terrell Martin, 02/25/2025
That summer of 1969 in Venice still resonates within me...
A Slovak boy, Mario, and an Italian girl, Laura – fourteen and thirteen years old.
She had long chestnut hair and captivating eyes…
We sat on a bank by a bridge in the evening,
while illuminated boats floating on the lagoon.
The song Sotto le stelle, Beneath the Stars, played from a nearby bar.
I listened with amazement to that melodic speech, watching her charming gestures.
I didn't understand a word, yet I felt a blissful warmth in my heart...
Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall; Laura gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and vanished under the arcade of a weathered building.
Just then, a shooting star fell...
I have carried the imprint of her lips in my heart all my life.
Wayland here again with another clerihew to end the year
These will probably never be famous, but that isn’t the fear
Sometimes the honesty is these may be just a little too strong
They're all done in fun, but some lines seem to go wrong
The philosopher lays the blame in the characters included
Only to what’s written here on the soup has he alluded
No outer sources does he ever interview
I say sorry to those victimized by my clerihew
Mr. Bunch, I don't remember calling myself that
Hasn’t been the one known to avoid a spat
Of what he feels and sees he likes to write
These truly are in fun, with little or no spite
Jack E I haven’t looked yet to see his new work
He has so much wit he could be a funny jerk
But he writes and really abstains from anger
If he got mad though, I’d bet there’d be intellectual danger
Good thing he’s Santa with no time to read these
If you see him, probably don’t mention them please
I don’t want to encourage him with another form
The quatrain that is what has become his norm
Advancing in age but he’s still feisty old Saint Nick
If you don’t believe me you’ll have to read his limerick
I said limerick but he’s naughty in more than one
If you want a particular Santa’s Beard is filled with pun
FJ Thomas seems to enjoy being clerihewed
Her comments leave me believing she’s no prude
An example would leave some saying I’ve a dirty mind
I’d have to say did you really read or are you blind
I’m glad Mrs. Thomas decided not to leave
She felt the affection from the comments she did receive
I try to leave affectionate comments for my part
But I know often times my a** is a little to smart
How many of these about PD could I write
If I started now I’d be here till tomorrow night
She definitely is engrained everywhere just read
I still hold that of a new nemesis she has some need
Then she could destroy her imagery is uncanny
I bet under the bullying category she has many
So sweet and innocent my first impression of her
Then I went back and found why she’s called destroyer
Yes Linda couldn’t have picked a better name
The poor souls that were the victims of her fame
I remember a specific one haven’t seen him around
If she’s looking for a new victim, tell her I can’t be found
Once again note that these are all in fun, and only 99% of this should you believe, lol. I had about 5 more but ran out of space and courage haha.
PTSD…an invisible illness that people may not know,
An illness that anytime the victim could blow,
But nobody cares and compassion hasn’t show,
Because only few can understand….
Others discerned as if a contagious disease,
They try to mock the poor victims and they tease,
Cracking up is not an excuse for them to please,
Because only few can understand…
Who can tell that a person with PTSD is a monster?
Isn’t too harsh for you to judge them and better yet foster?
Why not listen to their sentiments to make them stronger?
…That’s because only few can understand…
You have no idea the agony and hell they’ve been through,
That in their entire life they’re fighting demons to drew,
Their angers killing them, but people never knew,
Because only few can understand…
You are not upright nor perfect for them to degrade,
Hence, you should help them and not to evade,
You shouldn't bully them like nobody or played,
Because I know, only few can understand…
I wrote a few beautiful poems for the happy birds,
For the women that I love, for the embroidered skirts,
For the smile of the flowers, for the sensuous shirts,
For the autumn leaves, for the angels with the highest standards,
For the hot panties, for the Pillsbury butts,
For the innocent centerfolds, for the virgin sluts,
For the kinky hair, for the blonde pony tails,
For the lonely star models, for the fashioned nails,
For the sweet pinky tongues, for the brunette bows,
For the see-through thongs, and for the summer rainbows.
I wrote for the battered single mothers,
For the women in love, for the sad swingers,
For the newlyweds, for the passionate couple,
And for the loners who got beat by the corporal.
But I'm still not a Poet; I am simply a desperate lover,
Who likes to tell it like it is. I like to display my mirror,
And open my heart to the world, so everyone can see their soul.
I am a dreamer, a realist, and an optimist that nobody can control.
For the women that I've loved, I thank you for the sweet memories;
For the hot panties, I am not blind; I thank you for the cheese;
For the sweet pinky tongues, I am not drunk; I thank you for the honey;
The summer rainbows brought me hope, peace, diversity and honesty.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, October 22, 2014
They've Gone
Your children are dead.
Go now and lay down your head.
They've fled, it is said.
Second Time
You have for so long
Reached out for that second one -
But grab the first, first!
Sob
Oh, a tear or tear?
Crying because it was torn?
Ah, a tear or tear?
Again and Again
So good to repeat!
Again to repeat again.
To repeat! So good!
Folk
Do singers of folk
Please other folk with their folk?
Folk, of course, love folk.
Maybe Your Last, Old Friend
Pooch, oh be aware.
This is called a day? Oh, dear,
I suspect not so.
So, So, So
Lives are so like books.
So readily torn apart.
Books are so like lives.
Whether the Weather
I have a new coat.
I'd love to wear it, and so
I beg for rain. But . . .
Say Again
I can hear the voice
But cannot make out the speech.
Ah, so much for words.
Out
You did, of course, leave
That door unslammed. And it said
Much, oh so much, more.
Completion
Ah, so it is so:
There is nothing more to say.
This makes me happy.
And Here is the News
On top of the hour
Tens of thousands of people
Talk to microphones.
Sather Rilly
Do jumbs not wordle?
I so six up all my mounds.
Strife can be so lange!
A few more hours
the world will count
a new year in
a new year out
and here am I
within your arms
I count the time
by all your charms
Our bodies sway
you hold me tight
the candles blaze
On New Year's Night
the fireworks
within your eyes
now scintillate
along my thighs
we celebrate
the time draws near
that burst of love
to other sphere
the TV lights
dance to and fro
the countdown on
in passion glow
I see your face
bathed in desire
we're almost there
you rock me higher
And then as one
we burst in flame
the New Year's come
our love, the same
What better place
for you and me
than in the throes
of ecstasy!!!
You hear me sigh
and sweetly say,
"My New Year's joy
is here to stay."
Eileen Manassian
Daylight drags its feet,
its slippers are grey and pad silently.
Long after dawn
night keeps rolling over in its grave
refusing to die or give way.
Bats flutter listlessly in twilit belfries
somewhere upon a moonlit pond
a trout is crossing over a fishy Rubicon.
It is belly-up, a mottled death gleams
upward where only yesterday it leapt.
The dawn is going nowhere.
In dew-wet theme parks
unicorns shake their soggy manes.
The cat dreams on and will not
visit the litterbox for hours yet.
I am bogged down inside a poem
seeking not, rhyme nor reason,
but a little wiggle room, a plausible excuse
why this tardy day has marooned me
just nowhere,
with nothing more to say.
THE DUMB BLONDE
Our dumb blonde leader is a total buffoon
Living in cloud cuckoo land in his cocoon
His party's starved our N. H. S.
Now the country is in a mess
Thinks the flu virus will be over real soon...
OUR CRACKPOT GOVERNMENT
They wanted to create herd immunity
Run covid - 19 through our community
Now that's a war crime
They should all do time
Par for the course, they'd all get impunity...
(ON A LIGHTER Note)
TIMMMY MCGEE
There was an old man called Timmy McGee
Every day he'd drink a gallon of tea
One night forgot to do
His business on the loo
He woke up floating next morning in pee...
HAPPY BUCK
There was an old man known as Happy Buck
Loved loud music but he ran out of luck
Had earphones in each ear
Poor old Buck didn't hear
Approaching sound of a thirty ton truck...
JED THE KEEPER
At the zoo a big cat keeper called Jed
Instead of meat tried to give them stale bread
They roared in defiance
Poor Jed lost his balance
One saw his chance and bit off his head...
BILLY GILL
The dumb outlaws led by Billy Joe Gill
Bank and train robbery they had no skill
They tried to leave town
But they were tracked down
Now they all lie in a plot on Boot Hill...
Written 2nd April 2020.
A few more hours
the world will count
a new year in
a new year out
and here am I
within your arms
I count the time
by all your charms
Our bodies sway
you hold me tight
the candles blaze
On New Year's Night
the fireworks
within your eyes
now scintillate
along my thighs
we celebrate
the time draws near
that burst of love
to other sphere
the TV lights
dance to and fro
the countdown on
in passion glow
I see your face
bathed in desire
we're almost there
you rock me higher
And then as one
we burst in flame
"The New Year's come"
we both exclaim!!
What better place
for you and me
than in the throes
of ecstasy!!!
You hear me sigh
and sweetly say,
"My New Year's joy
is here to stay.""
Eileen Manassian