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Premium Member Behold! God has a Sense of Humor!

“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur. 
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!
Form: Ekphrasis


Premium Member Lunchtime At the Nursing Home

Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!

Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole, 
topsy-turvy on his feet, he reached for the balustrade,
became quite flabbergasted, and very discombobulated 
when the doohickey provided for his ambidextrous aid
jiggled free from its screws, and found him footloose! 

It seemed the doo-dad, put there by some nitpicking pipsqueak,
some flat-footed, hooligan, who knew diddly-squat, who obviously,
recklessly, constructed a railing, only worthy for failing!

Such foolhardy shenanigans! Was it some practical joke
to lambaste aged codgers, eliminate lodgers, and boondoggle the old folks? 
Cass, was an old rabble-rouser, considered a blabbermouth, 
was thrown off his epicenter, while his cane went a'sailing, appendages flailing 
Onlookers, were outraged, ....in stage of amazement
but  laughs grew contagious, and cock-eyed hilarious!

Those carpetbagger carbuncles of society….can’t stop this old fogy
Cass, brushed off his hinny, would not be blind-sighted..
Barbaric bedevilment, won’t halt his felicity!
Some even predicted, with his acid tongue lashings, and his eccentric behavior,
he would stir up entanglement, kibosh the haranguers
and strangle the caboodles, who hooted and hollered!

His face turned beet red, but no meltdown,......instead
He held his chin high
to the dining room, ahead....he ordered French bread
Ordered some bouillabaisse, toasted with balderdash and a shot of rye
He dined with the multitudes, ordered some strudel, and one snicker-doodle
Then he told folks a riddle, "There was a man with a cane, who slipped on a noodle,    a handrail came loose, he injured his caboose….and cooked his goose!"
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Form: Narrative

Sappho Preaches Fire!

''Although only breath,words which I command are immortal''-Sappho, The Lover of Lesbos


              The Lover's Lane Sermon. Uncensored Version


Klevahs jive with hollow echoes,streets glow like fake scenes,
Slaap Jans parade as greatness,hollow hearts clap along,
Pleasure devours the thoughtful,noise replaces silence-
  We are caught flat-footed  in limbo.

They worship nyaope,ignore the forge of truth,
Truth bending Influencers preach, Vloggers sermonize,
Top shayelas reigns and the meek pretend wisdom-
 The Springbok sees the deceit.

Tomorrow will mock them,their children inherit shadows,
Malls,taxi ranks,hearts unsung,flames extinguished,
The music of courage lost,echoes fading in skyscrapers-
 Regret will stalk their lives

I lament the death of song,ink drowned in apathy
Lover's letters lost in feeds,silenced,poems scrolled away
Wisdom left unread,memory hollowed by light-
 The Secretary Bird mourns alone

Leaders smirk from gilded chairs,blind to justice,
Corruption glitters, where virtue once held sway,
Yet look to the ancients: Suzman,Blackman,Harmse
Mothers of wisdom guide the lost.

Return to fire,not fashion,return to song,not slogan
Seek beauty in duty,love as flame,not fleeting-
Let truth rise,let courage blaze anew,
Flames heal-if we risk the blaze.

    Guide to The Uncensored Lover's Lane Sermon:

In your reading of this fragment be guided like this 
Stanza 1-  The Eternal Blaze
Stanza 2:  The Falsehoods
Stanza 3: What moderns will regret
Stanza 4: What Sappho herself regrets
Stanza 5:Flawed leadership/Moral regeneration
Stanza 6: The solution to all of mankind's problems

Beautiful friends of Sappho:

Suzman: Helen Suzman
Blackman: Molly Blackman
Harmse:Hellena Susana Harmse

Click languages terms:

Kaas-The lokasie,the kasie,the location,the township.All places where black South African live
klevahs-the wise guys
Slaap Jan-A know-nothing
top shayelas-the high living
nyaope-drugs
tounship-township

Premium Member I Am An Old Man

i am an old man
when i look in the mirror 
i don’t see me
a resemblance of my past
but know things aren’t 
always what they seem
	my skin is wrinkled and thin 
	i bruise easily
	though not emotionally
	my arms have spots not freckles 
	my sight and views are 
	becoming blurred and vague
choices made in my younger daze
left gaps between
my teeth and memory 
i’m guarded about
revealing either one
	the soles of my shoes flare 
	making it easier
	to take things in stride
	i have arch supports 
	so as not to be caught flat footed
the Cloud has
nothing to do with
information storage
but more the cause of
hide and seek with the 
the sun and the past
	i talk to myself
	trying to get a consensus
	to show i’m not crazy
	the conversation
	usually ends in a stalemate
	and nobody wins
when i retired 
everyday became Saturday 
i start and finish 
everything and nothing today
yesterday is gone
and tomorrow comes to quickly
	when i look in the mirror 
	i see the lines i drew 
	in the sand and in my life
	a resemblance of a past 
	maybe things are 
	what they appear to be

after all, i am an old man

Flotus Flaunted Einstein Visa

In March 2001, Melania granted green card
   asper elite EB-1 program
intended for renowned academic researchers,
   multinational business executives
   (linkedin with Uncle SAM)

or those in other fields, such as
   Olympic athletes and Oscar-winning actors,
   who demonstrated
   “sustained national and international acclaim”
   until...now, when (FAKE trophy wife)...
   besieged with WHAM!

The Don whips to defense of
   (legal residency status),
   sans his third wife
imbroglio finds the president flat footed
   regarding spouses' granted citizenry permission rife,
where details concerning former
   in vogue Slovak model now cushy life

challenging her right to live in The United States,
   the most Democratic nation
plus concomitant abrogation
   afforded robber Baroness admission

   dispensing hot button issue of CHAIN MIGRATION,
where sentiment underscored verbatim
   "Some people come in,
   and they bring their whole family with them,
   who can be truly evil. NOT ACCEPTABLE!”

The above on record as authentic Trumpian tweet,
hence quoted with poetic license,
   a prime example how two
   (or more faced) president didst react to un seat
fairness, which November twitter

   allowing parents with bearhug he did greet
   legal residency of her parents,
   Viktor and Amalija Knavs, as Elite
   who received figurative green light
   despite riding piggyback
   Nsync with military beat

ting back pesky atop flimsy green card,
   the freedom appetite got whet
scrutiny, and now a ironic Gordian Knot set
tilled and solved making mincemeat to pet

files, particularly equality
   for those skeined alive in the DACA net
ready to boot innocent offspring
   of supposed illegal aliens on the next departing jet!


Premium Member Forbidden To Me

Forbidden To Me

I groan flat footed
my love
For your witches brew I drank
Those words
you wrote
goblins sink
not me

For your
broomstick's journey
through our house
of no love
crimped 
my hopes

Still
I'm tickled by your pinks

Your lips
I phantom
singing a sweet melody
your song
spawning
blue skies
forbidden to me

To my lonely eyes
a sighting of you
a longing
a few words
forbidden to me

A sadness I emit
my love
a groan
from pits of my hell
Yet
lending of your ears
a forbidden apple for me

I admit
...  to the core
in the wake
of your forbidden spells on me
I would take a bite, my love

connie pachecho

7/29/17

That's Not My Elephant

That's not my elephant
although it looks a lot like me
pallad and grey
and sometwhat wrinkly and she responds to Ella today!

and even though I am flat footed too 
at least I am not stepping lightly on lily pads
nope, not my elephant shoe!

That's not my elephant-the one with spagetti in her mouth
looking comical and funny as it were
because you can never have too many friends
be them sleek or be them with fur.

That's not my elephant-though I took her to school
all the 2nd graders thought she was cool
they wanted to ride her but I said go
even though the elephants' bill of rights clearly said "No"
then heedlessly the words come tumbling from my lips
take care of that wise and saged elephant
that is captured on all my photo trips.

Premium Member A Recipe For Humour

These humorous lines were inspired by
Viv Wigley's "Food Fight" contest. 
Could not resist the temptation:)
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Lettuce pray before eating.
He likes rabbit, but can’t stand hair in stew.
A carrot is worth its weight in gold.
To lam a lamb? Terrible!!
Is it wise to pare a pear before eating?
Chopin onions – not musical but certainly tearful!
The bull’s life is at steak.
Cross my heart said the honest brussel sprout. 
The pig was too thin...that saved his bacon.
Wearing a bird costume sent me raven mad.
Buy caviar from stir gin’s row.
The servant was maid to eat umble pie. 
She could hardly talk after eating hoarse meat.
He’s wrapped up in his food.
Humbug! This is apple sauce!
Excitement in the kitchen – fat in the fire.
A flounder struggles to walk. It’s flat footed.
I enjoyed my drink – pleased as Punch. 
One look at the dessert...I scream!
Take the guilt off the gingerbread. 
I invited the golfer to high tee.
Take your plaice at the table; we’re eating fish today.
Open the lid and reveal some of the meat. 
What a pity! The gobbling turkey had a lump in its throat. 
The peacemeal destroyed our friendship.
Make no bones about filleted fish. 
Next time just ask for dessert; don’t mince words.
Keep your eye on the roast, or else it will go to pot.

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Placed 3rd
© 28th December 2017

Premium Member One Moment In Time

A Moment in Time

A moment in time…
Like no other -
No twin or triplet –
Sharing the split second
In eternity’s space
As minutes chase
Perpetual movement of earth -
A meeting of fleeting glances
Momentary held in eyes of seekers
A possibility – opportunities
Running by on flashing silver sandals
Waving
Throwing kisses of solutions revealed -
Another layer of life unpeeled 
In blinding clarity
Never replayed;
No flat footed response for the note
Not repeated;
Though time may bear sharp teeth
Like instances cascading torrents
Moves on into anonymity
When purest understanding smiles 
In a breath
 A sigh
  A sneeze
   A glimpse
Touching creation’s destiny in a wink,
Grabbing onto golden rings -
Choosing one momentary diamond
 Refracted by the magic of the miracle gift –
One moment in time –
 An epic told only once.

7/27/20
Based on Whitney Houston’s song - One Moment in Time

Premium Member A Heart to Hearth

KEY: H: Heart          h: hearth
h: I can see footsteps coming close to me a mile away but if they stand in front of me, the noise will be blinding.
h: I stand flat-footed on my bedboard perpendicular to my body. Beyond my pane, are the viewpoints on life from the many. 'His slants differ from my own.
He constantly reminds me that when he's out of prison, he'll find me and get me.
H: But he's standing right there.
h: But he won't do anything.
H: Why not?
h: His parole officer is standing behind him.
H: But it's a woman?
h: His mother.
H: Oh, making certain that her son stays on the straight and narrow, eh!
h: Ohh! You are a right smart person--she's his lookout!
Form: Narrative

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