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The Magical World of Trees

It is a mighty warrior's ship
With masts that reach to the sky.
Its vast sails unfurl
Whisking us away to far away lands.

It is a great castle
With many rooms and a moat
Filled with man-eating alligators and hungry piranha
Waiting to devour anyone who dares harm us.

We're in the depths of the jungle.
Look there!  A ferocious tiger lounging in the sun.
Colorful birds and curious apes sing the song of the wild
As huge, monstrous bugs stroll casually along.

It is a ladder to heaven.
Each step leading us closer
To the clouds and the pearly gate
Where we might speak to St. Peter himself.

It is a hiding place
Where we might go
To think and read
Or just get away from the world.

These wonderful places
Are in our mind's eye.
The places we would go as children
In the magical world of trees.


The Thinking Back Buffet

dipping jumbo shrimp in my clam chowder soup
becoming lost in thought when i did not even have a collection of pennies
water fountain hunting was my very difficult means of survival
everything turns yellow in my visual view
spots and polka dots lead to a tunnel so blue black dark 
when i come to, my right hand ends up in a toilet full of soggy, used toilet paper
my hand dripping pungent toilet water on the floor, i stumble to the sink
when i wash my hands, my reflection in the mirror points to my red eyes devoid of adequate rest along with the rest of my body
my words are slurred and my self esteem is a clogged pipe dream
i walk out of the store and back to my car where i collapse while blank-faced
rather than wanting to die, i yearn to get away
however the constipated monkey on my back keeps me here
all my wishes have turns to mush by way of mallet
startled back to reality somehow, i feel the warm, freshly made clam chowder soup dripping down my finger
after gulping it down, i take a big bit of my honey buttered yeast roll
i stifle a cry that i feel coming on
i find motivation staring excitedly at the mexican rice and the bourbon street chicken on the other plate
the lemon cream pie does not look too bad either
now i never forget to count my blessings
growth while getting older is like water refreshingly forming icicles on the ribcage
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

The Unclean Get Away

You stole a piece of my heart
and I can't get it back
Now worry seems to cover me
with mind unrest attachs
You took away the peace I had
with me, myself and I
The love I had within myself
has found itself denied
My soul is constantly reaching
and grasping only air
My eyes are constantly seeking
the you that is'nt  there
My being has lost its reason
and my sanity lost its way
I can't help but think about it
a few times everyday
The sway it has is sickening
and refuses to go away
The rose that I had that was you
has born to me its thorns
The space I held in my heart
barren and forlorn
My presence to your needs
forever scorned
My pain, the worst part of love
dutifully endured as it should be
without death
My dreams desolved in memory
becoming harder to remember
But i still doubt your emptiness
for we had so much
But it's a sin to love that way
and somehow never touch.
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Premium Member Anyone Game?

I’m SORRY but I absolutely must SPEAK OUT
I feel caught in a giant MOUSE TRAP
My tiny CRANIUM’s about to explode
All the MAD GAB creates chaos in my mind

HEARING THINGS that can’t remain TABOO
When I thought our LIFE was ultimate PERFECTION
Now there’s a RISK of it going KERPLUNK
Far from a TRIVIAL PURSUIT I need to stop the culprit

GUESS WHO? I’ll give you the PASSWORD to the CLUE
I recognized her by her CATCH PHRASE
and CODE NAMES all over the internet
She caused all this TROUBLE with her rumors

Having the MONOPOLY on inventing stories
I’ll need to ask for help if anyone is game
And then we’ll cash in our TICKET TO RIDE
To get away from all this BALDERDASH



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on February 16, 2019 for contest ANYONE GAME? sponsored by CAROL CONNELL  -  RANKED 3RD

Never Alone

No matter the challenges you face, 
No one can take away 
The progress that you've made. 
Everyone succeeds and everyone fails, 
But you can't stop trying when you fail. 
You're not the only one that's failed, 
Everyone at some point has trailed.

Everyone faces their own 
Goliath or fearsome giant. 
A frightening task is coming your way 
And there's no way to get away.
 
Don't hide in a cave scared and afraid, 
You're not a bat hiding from the light. 
You're a beacon of light 
Shining through the night.

No matter what you go through, 
You are never alone. 
There's always another person 
In the same boat that you are in.
 
Get to know one another 
And form a connection. 
Build it up from the 
Bottom to the top. 
Find help when you need it 
And don't stop until you find it.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Colonising Mars

Speeding away in a rocket to Mars to start a colony
The astronaut feels his body is at rest, indeed
But in space, there is no reference frame
To tell him he is moving at an unearthly speed
Is his mind at rest? That is the million-dollar question

Mission to Mars is urgent and paramount in its quest for immortality
Humanity needs to get away from an increasingly hostile Earth
Quakes, tsunamis, global warming, ravages of unending wars
Have taken their toll challenging humanity for what it’s worth
There’s still a chance for humans to set their house in order

To get rid of their differences, and colour preferences
To rid themselves of vanity, and airs of superiority
And toss out the greed for gold shower and power
To uplift the downtrodden from poverty and inferiority
Else this blue planet is doomed, and with it humanity

We can resist any force in the world, be it tsunami or quake
But we cannot save humans from humans’ thirst for blood
Even if we succeed in colonizing Mars, can we save Mars from humans?
Will it not be easy for humans to annihilate each other for food
Water, and air in a hostile planet where these essentials are rare?

mbfarookh
© MB Farookh  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Summer Cottage

Our little wooden cottage
    nestled by the sea,
Our get-away, our hideaway,
    just there for you and me.

No T.V. and no telephone,
     but fun there is to be,
Swimming, tanning, frolicking,
     in our cottage by the sea.
  
I love this time we spend alone
     when the rat-race we must flee.
To eat and sleep and just relax
     in our cottage by the sea.

The waves that lap our feet by day,
       the shade given by the tree,
We laugh, we love, we skinny-dip
       when from our work we're free.

And when one day our work is done
      and from our jobs we're free,
Then you and I will always live
     in our cottage by the sea.
Form: Rhyme

Our Special Spot

We set off.for our special spot,.Walking hand in hand, mother and daughter alone,
As we are walking, we are surrounded by large strong trees, and a clear spring running brook,
We arrive to our spot near the river, we take off our shoes, and sink our feet into the cool white sand, 
We walk together to the river hand in hand,  we are overcome with a sense of calmness ,bliss.

We're alone together, just mother nature and us, so calm, so peaceful, to get away.from the fuss, 
We're in.awe of the surroundings, who wouldn't be? Our eyes are amazed by at the beautiful sight,  of wild eagles in flight, the sounds of the waves hitting the shore, just makes me want to stay here forever.

The silence is broken by the birds flying free, my eyes are fixed by a bald eagle swooping down to get his daily catch of fish,  it's not every day you get to.watch this, I feel blessed to.be here to witness mother nature's beauty with my daughter and our special spot.

I can feel the soft evening breeze as it blows thorough my hair, I close my eyes gently as savior this moment secretly in my heart, I look down to glimpse the bright moonlight glare on the waters edge,  Oh how I wish we could make time stand still, to gather it up and keep it forever in my heart.

I will always have the  memories of our special spot :-) :-)
Form: Ballade

Premium Member She's All Alone

She is all alone on the dirty streets downtown
It’s starting to get cold as the sun is going down
Will she have to spread her wings to make it through the night?
Or sleep with one eye open	and be prepared to fight?

She was once somebody’s little girl; she used to laugh, she used to play		 
Now she’s lost in this great big world, she just had to get away
Will you help her find her way?		Please don’t just look away

Seems like it was so long ago, since she was loved and warm
When she felt like she could trust and felt protected from harm
She hides away each evening to a place inside her mind
Life seems to smile on some, for others it’s unkind 

Where do dreams go to die when we finally have to let them go
They leave an empty space inside and can make you feel so alone		
Make you feel so alone - she feels she’s all alone
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Be the Best

Some ten years ago, a business owner went to bid for a cleaning job.                                                                 Her's was a cleaning service for both private and commercial properties.                                                           This was a private property, and part of the conversation went like this:

Potential customer: "Our last cleaning service charged us $50                                                                                  per clean."  Reply: "How did you ever let her get away?"                                                                                       "She moved from the area", was his response.  The bidder then said,                                                                "We could never do this job for $50.  Perhaps she was not liscensed,                                                          had no insurance, and paid no taxes. She takes the cash and moves on.                                                               We have far more overhead.  And furthermore, we never try to be the                                                      cheapest.  We work hard at being the best".                                                                                                            

The business lady did not get that job, because the homeowner was looking      to buy the "Cheapest Service", and the business owner was looking to sell       
the "Best Service".                                                        

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Form: Narrative

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