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Premium Member Southern Plantations - the Tanka Style

~Southern Plantations~
( Tanka  Duo)


Magnificent great homes 
Fill'd of much history and beauty 
Majestic jewels 
Fill with many memories 
Some so good some so bad 

Sun is going down 
Ancient walls show amidt oak trees 
Many stand so tall 
Surviving time many wars 
Elegant homes exuding such grace. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
Copyright@2011




March. 23. 2017


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain 


~Author's Notes:

"The Tanka" is a classic Japanese poetry form or style that's related to the  Haiku.


Shoot Out the Stars

"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"

Sittin' at a table playing five card draw
Losing money faster than you ever saw
I looked at the dealer said, where y'all from
He smiled real big and he pulled out his gun

He said me and my pappy and my grandpap
we all come from the Cumberland Gap
The Cumberland Gap, the Cumberland Gap
We all come from the Cumberland Gap

Well I looked at that gun, and I looked at my hand
I looked at the money and I looked at the band
The fiddle player sawing some mournful song
I'm living in this world boys, but not for long

"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"

Going down Cripple Creek, going in a run
Going down Cripple Creek to have a little fun

Down on Cripple Cripple Creek the living is fast
The girls are all pretty and the money never lasts
You can have you a girl, you can have you a dance
They'll have you hitched and married if you give'em a chance

Preacher man says "son you're living wrong
Life's too short and you're doing all wrong

I said to the preacher, I know you're right,
I'm looking for a girl that can last all night.
I need to find me a bottle with something good
and get to living life the way I should

"Gonna shoot a little dice
Play a little cards
Drink a little beer
and shoot out the stars
Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress
Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest"
© James A.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Sun Or Moon

SUN or MOON?

     Two drunkards were not aware of morning or evening.
     On one corner of sky full yellow disc was shining.
                   First one was prompt to show ‘Sun is about to set.’
                Second one objected ‘Moon is glowing its best.’
       Both quarrelled but right answer was totally missing.

      On the spot third drunkard was seen to appear.
       Both approached to get the correct answer.
         First one told, ‘See, Sun is going down.’
         Second protested ‘Moon wears golden crown’
         Third one listened and tried to make clear
      
      Third replied ‘I am full and going to burp,
       but ready to explain you clear and sharp.
           I reached this area just today noon
           I know neither Mr Sun or Miss Moon
    How can I say who is going down or who is rising up?


    04/08/16

          Humor Contest
                             Sponsor Carol Eastman
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Death of Dating Happened On a Wednesday

Death of dating started to happen on a Wednesday.
We had eaten a lovely supper at a favorite restaurant
Loved it going down.
Not so much two hours later as it came back up

Death of dating continued to happen the next Friday
When a disgruntled employee who was fired put shards of glass
Into the chunks of blue cheese that got put into my salad
At another restaurant.

Final straw which insured death of dating happened after we
Got married, had three children and realized we could buy a lot
Of groceries, diapers, and formula with the money we used 
To use while dating.

Decided to bury dating and begin eating at home where we
Discovered neither of us was a bad cook; as a matter of fact
We like our cooking better than anybody else's

And we can stay safe at the same time.
Besides have you paid a babysitter lately?
Besides their pay there are Christmas bonuses and you
Have to pay their car insurance.

Premium Member Mysterious Tower

Mysterious Tower

                         From top of a tower I am watching Sun about to set
                      Western sky is ready to display twilight at best
                            Spectacular color patterns started to display
                        by reflected, refracted and diffracted Sun ray.
                            Leaning on the railing
                        I am also observing
                      turbulent sea waves whirling, rolling
                          and thrashing on the sandy shore
                Sun has descended the horizon
                I am whispering an orison
                 to God of Ocean
                                     Charming twilight got saturated in dark
                                      Sun rays left no single spark

                                   All the viewers are getting down
                                 I am the loner at night of No Moon.
                       I felt, now I am to leave the tower.
                       Already it is too late hour.
                   When I climbed, i counted the steps as hundred.
                   I started counting steps again as I am to descend.

                   One, two,..........twenty- four .....fifty -nine, sixty
                   Sixty-one......seventy-three......eighty-nine, ninety
                   ninety-one.......hundred, hundred-one...........two hundred
                   two hundred and one........five hundred........ No end.
                         I am descending and counting, counting and descending,
                         I am going down and down, steps are going down unending.

        07/04/16
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Boss Is Coming To School Today

The boss is coming to school today.
Hooray hooray hooray hooray
I used to like him a bunch, I really did.
But this year he’s fallen into quite a skid.

Being a school counselor has challenges enough.
But being assigned to two schools is more than tough.
My health is going down, my energy depleted.
I am not happy to see him, blaming him as I’m defeated.

The boss is coming to school today
I might want to stay at home, I truly might.
The boss is coming to school today.
I do not want to see him, things are not all right.

Being a school counselor has paperwork galore.
I hate paperwork; it is something I deplore.
I never had to do this double work before.
He who assigned me this, I’d like to wipe up with the floor.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hat Game

The Hat Game come play
It's going down today
We will giggle, be glamorous, and have fun
the Hat Game has begun

Ladies, please come dress to play
No ones excluded all will be on display
Gonna play this game our way
Please come Swaggin thru this doorway

We will all look so pretty, just looking for a good time
To see my friends, let my hair down and unwind
Today is our day, we own it, we control it 
in a very unique classy way
Need no approvals, just do you, your way!!!

Old Friends, great food, big hats and the best of wine
All the day long, we gonna have a great time
Singing songs, dancing, and glancing  
don't be surprised by all of the prancings.
This Hat Game is our dominion and  its mandatory
To all my Divas, come claim your territory.
We come dress to play, creating our own splendor from heavens glory.

When the day is done, and this hat game we have played, 
and all played to hell, satisfaction is what I smell
All my ladies, this year everything was just great
All are jealous and enemies will just have hate

The Hat Game has been played, no style delayed, another hat slayed and God bless all my friends  I love you no shade!!!! Hat Game come play

You are the blue sky

You are the blue sky
Without the white clouds
I am the bird
Flying high above the sky
There are people climbing the mountain
Above the sea
An when they got
All the way to the top
Of the mountain
They glazed up the sky
And they saw me
Now I am tired of flying
So I will lend on earth
Now I am going inside the sea
And I will fish for my food
I am extremely hungry
Also I am going to rest for a while
Before I fly
No matter what people say
I am beautiful
The way God made me
Now the the sun is going down
The end of the day arrived fast
Now I have to fly back
Before it gets dark
I can't see well in the dark
© aldo kraas  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Footprints of Love

Tightly, I held your hand
You turned to me with a smile
We walked across the warm sand
With comfort lasting more than a mile

Your eyes sparkled in the sun
Your heart could be felt in the beams
Then, we started to laugh and run
Sometimes we’re childlike it seems

There’s not a bother under clear blue sky
Our love reaches our toes in the tide
We have never wondered why
We met as fast as going down a slide

Our souls will always connect with heat
A never ending kiss in our mind
With all the footprints left from our feet
There will be no other like this to find

Heidi Sands

10/5/21
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Rooster

Get up MacD, smashed it again, get up and work it old man
Them cows are swallowing all the apples down
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah

Mrs D, girls on fleek, cluckada clucking, their bountiful asses
Not pushing out eggs, I’ll tell the bae’s their busted
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah

Don’t get me started bout Bungey
Stupidest dog, digs holes, thinks he’s a rabbit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder yeah

Oi!, don’t leave me hanging here at the window
I’m puffed up, moonwalking, strutting my stuff
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah

Morning Mr, Mrs Mac you were asleep, while I was bringing it
What's that?, racket? suns bit extra this morning, yeah it's well lit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah

Ya going down the Orchard? see the Chicks crib?, yesss lets burn the roof
Hmmm, the local café might sell apple flavoured lattes
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah

Entered in the Personification contest
Placed 6th 
The Rooster, written 14/07/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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