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Premium Member Poetry Versus the Taxman

Got to put writing aside for a bit
Need to get the bookwork done
The taxman is waiting
He wants the numbers
With dollar signs in front
He doesn't care that he's taking me away
From my love of words
He just wants me to be done
By a certain day
So he can take my money....
I usually enjoy doing bookwork
It's a task I don't find dreary
Exercising brain muscles
But my mind can't stay focussed
Stray thoughts meander
Coming between columns of figures
Addition, multiplication, subtraction
Division, percentages and totals
Have flown away to the other side of the universe
Grab the nearest piece of paper
Pen in hand and start writing frantically
...OOPS...
Back to figuring again
Where was I?
Trying to keep my brain on a leash
But like a creek in a downpour
It runs everywhere but where it's meant to
A flash of a word
That's what I was looking for!
A whole new verse scrambles through my brain
Scrawling it onto paper as quick as I can
I WILL get the bookwork done
Eventually...
© Aly Bahr  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Living the Loving Life of a Farmer

A steady blanket of funereal rain fell for days,
From the wintry heaven, onto the ground.
And by about three in the morning I was woken by
A screaming pleading sort of sound.

I had clumsy boots and akubra, and a blood scratched Drizabone
To walk me towards this holler.
And then I found her on her side, in labour,
Rolling with defiant mud amongst the squalor.

This wasn’t good, no time for medical expertise,
Or people who have studied what to do.
She had dystocia, she hadn’t dilated enough,
Her baby was too large to break through.

She’d stopped trying, but on my knees I could see
The feet of her baby were out hanging still.
“She’s lost her baby. She’d given up hope. She mustn’t die.”
I needing all of my skill.

Immediately handy was the wire fence strainer,
That could be used to ease out her beautiful infant.
My hands were cut, my lungs were full,
She wailed but I remained focussed and persistent.

First its head, then its body,
A purge of everything else soon followed all over my feet.
And I leapt to its mouth to try and shock it to life,
And it breathed a breath sounding so sweet.

Within fifteen minutes the cow and the calf were standing,
Drenched in the mud and the rain.
And I returned to the house, cooked a billy of tea,
On my coat just another blood stain.
Form: Quatrain

Tie me to your tongue

Tethers float & tickle like feathers
I'm aloft unaware of outside weathers
Evening enhanced by colloquial pleasures

Malleable & manipulated
Esoterica like yours specifically stipulated

"Tie me to your tongue" I sing
Oh I utter the strangest things!

Yet I must admit I'm fully focussed
Overjoyed at this conversational hocus pocus
Unusually laid back & vocally gushing
Rampant points of interest gain further pushing

Tantalise & give me traction
Obligated now to end-goal satisfaction
Nerve endings sever in hyperspace
"Great subject matter expert kept perfect pace!"
Unbiased reviews are fully flowing
Eloquence like yours has me all glowing
Form: Acrostic

Conspicuous Lice

Some conspicuous lice met once or twice  
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis
With pole dancing worms who wriggled and squirmed
Under Chinese mosquitos munching burpy burritos
Chasing cobwebby crickets selling counterfeit tickets
To shows where no sensible grubs want to go
Warning churchgoing termites that these shows were a blight
On a class of weevil whose bite could be lethal
For marbleized moths drinking steaming Scotch broth
And sanitized beetles who had pins and needles
From sharing cold baths with nonsensical gnats
Watched by camp caterpillars strung out on painkillers
Sharing smokes with loud locusts who were very much focussed
On prostrate praying mantises with suspicious practices

The Soothsayer

Beneath the large, banyan tree in a set shed,
On the out-skirts of the lush green little town,
Beside the lone pathway to the holy riverside,
He sat firmly ready, styled himself in much pride,
As a soothsayer clad only all in a crimson gown,
And added self made circlet white ,on the head


His temple had the smear lines of sacred ash
With the focussed vermilion round mid- mark;
Beside him was his only asset,an old bag torn
Which showed his meek, simple wealth worn --
An almanac, some small cowries,and all stark;
His eager keen eyes did at passers by aye flash


He spared no sad a look, nor weak mind any,
But nodded them, and surely they were there,
Well within his reach,ready to set up to his tune;
Common ailments he loudly professed to prune,
But only added in multiples more to their scare;
With pomp -words sonorous, profuse and many


The day was cloudy and few ventured to go out
Which disheartened the seer and his day's gain
Yet he sat in all pretence and posture purely fake;
Smile spread on his face; he made no mistake
The intruder was not the one who hid his pain
And distress manifest in his looks sans doubt


Readily,as he was beckoned, closed on the other
Who left no chance for his prey but yield straight
And to empty his purse,back home from  hard toil
For the day between the twilights two, in turmoil;
The common worldly plea was used as sure bait,
And fear worked strongly, the reason to smother


"Beware the ides of the next month you mortal ! "
"A big serpent will cause you some trouble great"
Chill quiver ran through his body, tired and frail ;
And he stretched his hands for the luck to prevail
Changing all his wages for the talisman to abate;
The  amulet trivial was to evade the event fatal !


Soon the place was desolate and the glad gainer
Turned to abandon it, unaware of things to ensue
A stray bull darted,and his horns lofted the herald
Tossing the body with its bleeding bare head bald
Those who play with time and fate pay their due
Nature sways her sceptre evenly on the feigner !!
Form: Lyric


Premium Member OPEN VERSE 5-6

CHANGE
obvious
  abrupt hiatus
distinctive
  light
& shadow
contrastive
  focussed
in
visible
  autonomy
blurred
impressions
with
  striking
effect
  evolving
in
slight
  elevation
subtly
  subverted
in
fleeting
  glimpses
dictated
  by chance
OPACITY
phenomena
in distinct
contours
  of
ornamental
simplicity
  consolidated
in
 controversial
conception
&
recollection
 of repeated
quality
so consummate
&
finely drawn
contrast
uniquely
  positioned
in a
  genesis
of memorable
&
blissful feelings
accentuated
by curving
  contours
announced
&enhanced

confirmed with emphasis
& enthusiasm
Form: Verse

Smiling At Strangers

Smiling at strangers, or saying hello
passing the time, on my walks down the street
with mixed responses, from those you don’t know
some stare at their phones or else at their feet

Joggers those nodders, take you in their stride
focussed on fitness, or some sort of race
barely acknowledge that you moved aside
they'll choose to refuse a look at your face

Pushy young parents, oh so self-aware
they hurry by without hesitation
gripping their pushchairs, as though they don’t care 
now I worry for new generations

But those with their mutts, serial walkers
No ifs or buts, they're serious talkers.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member FREEDOM

        Fight for freedom is a journey.
       Journey of life under recurrent restriction.
        Hindrances at random, freedom seldom,
        traversing on constriction in chained channel,
        running and tumbling in dark tunnel.
       Always hankered for a glimpse of luminosity of freedom.    

        Twenty fourth July is federal holiday commemorating Declaration of United States 
         as Independent Nation approving separation under British Rule in 1776.
            Purpose of Celebration is to be focussed 
             on pursuit of liberty a equality and unalienable fundamental human rights
             always aiming to obey Universal Moral Values
      Americans. observe the day with barbeques , parades and fireworks
       
    Concept of full freedom lies in the fact to establish 
    Fundamental human rights to follow :
     Social Improvement in priority.
     Drive out out malice, violence, corruption 
     Person-wise, race- wise, Nation-wise
    for perfect precise Civilization.

     Never to overpower other country 
      Exchanges of ideas in every field
       as Science, Technology and Industry
       should run parallel to build Global Society .

        Every child should get facility of free education!
       No discrimination, but to show Global Integrity.
      Health issues of populace to place 
        under responsibility of Government.

       Each to be honoured as Global Citizen.
      Unique relegion ' HUMANITY ' in HUMAN RACE
      to glow in glory and grace.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Love Letter for April :139:

Dear Love,
Just a quick note:
You caught me unawares
I thought I lived in circles
You taught me to accept squares
I write to ask for guidance
As straight lines tend to bend
The route we thought before us
Down a different path does send

You have a reputation
That has helped us through the age..
The compassion of a mother
The wisdom of a sage
So as I lean towards you
For some words of hope and care
Perhaps a new direction
Or encouragement you'll share

You released your piercing arrow
Varnished with surprise
Tipped to cut through layers
Under which my lost soul lies
You only took a moment
And before I knew my mind
My heart had led me forward
Out of prison cell, confined

Pah, you know all this already
So a question I must ask..
Are you wholly future focussed?
Is that even in your grasp?
Have you mapped how love unravels
As your arrow breaks these chains
Is destiny the angel
To guide through all this strange

Confusing landscape
Gnarly trees that twist and trip
While my mind is still in turmoil
Though my feet, they want to skip
I'll sign off here and ponder
All the wonders you possess
But thank you in anticipation
Yours truly, 

My Heart's Address
© Sam Scott  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ekphrasis

Weary Warrior

My faith has been tested to its breaking point
Yet still my weary soul presses on
Through snares and trials and hardships
Sometimes you feel you cant get beyond

Ive cried on my knees a million tears
Til nothing was left inside
And times i feel so beat and broken
All i want to do is hide. 

I beg my creator for his grace and mercy
If he would just spare a little for me.
Please give my heart and mind some peace
And set my shattered spirit free.

I truly look to no other to be my hope
And fill my soul with his spirit and love
So no matter the fiery arrows sent my way
My eyes are focussed on eternity above.
Form: Rhyme

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