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Premium Member Fireweed

I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd like to stay but it's best I'm going
Things don't feel like they should be
So I'll hit the road and set me free

You're the prettiest girl there's ever been
Your eyes light up with love within
You put joy in the hearts of all
It's no surprise that I would fall

You found me, sweet angel, and you let me in
I dpidn't know you wanted more than a friend
Well I've been trying to be all I can
And that's my mistake I'm all I am

Yeah, I'm gonna get going Friday morning
You know I want to stay but I better get going
Things don't feel like I want 'em to be
I'll hit the road and set myself free

I've been looking for someone to hold
With big warm eyes and a heart of gold
Your eyes are the prettiest place to be
I want to believe they were meant for me

Through your emerald gaze I feel seen
Makes me believe God's not so mean
Yeah... been here once, but it's different this time
It feels as if you've always been mine

So I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd love to stay but I'd better be going
Things don't feel like they ought to be
You know I never wanted to be this free 
(No, I never wanted to be so free)

You're just like fireweed you know
You're the very first thing to grow
After my heart got burned to the ground
And I wasn't look'n, but I feel found

By grace as soft as that pretty pink flower
And that in my most needy hour
Yeah... I know you feel safe with me
But, I'm not the one  you need
(No I'm not the one you need)

And, yeah, I'm outta here Friday morning
Too hard to stay; I'm gonna get going
But running from what I feel to be free
Just isn't how it ought to be
(No it isn't how love ought to be)

Look a fireweed in her fullest bloom
Like the salmon I'm running home to you
Against the stream against all time
To be your lover before I die

 I'm running to, not running from
to love you under the midnight sun
With all my best, I've yet to live
This is the love I have to give
(This is the love I have to give)

And I'll be gone on Friday morning
I think I know just where I'm going
I'll follow the big dipper where it leads
And I'll find you there, my fireweed
Coming home for you, my fireweed
(I'll soon be there my fireweed.)
Form: Rhyme


Fourth Degree Burns

I am the girl that plays with fire 
got burned so many times ,
got burned so many times .
But there is nothing more satisfying 
Than feeling them flames 
slowly advance from eyes to heart .
At first is just a cozy warmth 
that fills your lungs with happy gas 
and all you can do is laugh.
But then slowly the flames take charge,
inside your lips around your arms 
between your legs 
and all becomes so stalled and hot .
And the sensation lasts until the pain starts
the skin is broken, the flesh dissolves,
the bones become gray ash . 
Fourth degree burns is what I have 
-I told you not to play with wicked fire ,
Says my mom. 
-The restoration will take a while ,
but not to worry ,that in these cases  
the bone and skin always grow back .
And I start again :
 - I am the girl that plays with fire ,
 my name is Phoenix and I get burned all the time .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Six-Word Couplet Series

Valentine Humbug
Home all alone.
Sit and groan.

In a St. Patrick’s Day Pinch
Wore no green
*Pinch felt mean.

Easter’s Glad Tidings for Lambs
Forget the lamb.
Let’s eat ham.

Labor Day’s for ALL?
No work off
while bankers scoff

The Halloween Boogie
It’s no mask.
Please don’t ask!

The Thanksgiving Whine
Turkey got burned.
I got spurned.

Christmas Blues
Had a rift. . .
Where’s my gift?

Sept. 24, 2018 for Mark Toney's Six-Word Couplet Series Poetry Contest
* One person mentioned they did not understand the Pinch in the second verse. For some reason, in the United States there exists a strange custom that if one's friend is not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day, you may pinch him!
Form: Couplet

She's In Drag Mode

If that's what she did,
than trust me,
you're not under a lid,

she flipped it-

added pressure to admit ...

Characterization of the limitless,
shindig-less,
hard nosed,
pencil printed,
breaking of embarrassment,

getting others to care less,

but you never got to see the cherry list-

it got burned before the internet,

you should have had a little fit-
...before a big one,
and then another,
or just got a gun,
one that works hard to make you jump and run.


She's not in love with your hugs! 

She's not entangled with you at all! 

She's estranged to leave with mud and guck and-
maybe one nut-
but who's counting,
you're just as dumb...

Premium Member Fat and bland '

jacinta allen..You should be banned, from Aussie mateship...For the things you've planned.' Mind you you've the time as you sit on that square, what used to be a rump
Resembles a deflated tractor tyre spare, oh dear jaciinta (so fat and bland ) why do you
Ban relief vehicles from our farmers land..
I thought much flatulence, was
 coming from those pigs.. Ya know the carcases that got burned up..Swollen ugly taut and big ' then i
Saw the wobble of your tripple chin..and a stench.' When your moudh flapped wide,  Well it hit me worse
 than a garbos grime, in fact like
Pure sin.' Look!!  You can keep your toxic ideas from hell, oh and i must note jacinta
Your visa there  has been stamped as well.'
Form: Rhyme


Intoxicated

11/20/22

Here is an honest statement
I'm extremely intoxicated
These haters still constipated
Snakes continue being nominated
Dark forces thirst for power in a world full of a lot of hatred
Or folks that are calm and patient
Much being complicated
Good intentions punished and corruption tolerated

Still nothing helps
Onto something else
Put my heart into it yet still wasn't felt

Sipping a glass of Cognac
Yet again another nosy ass
You'll never see me at any Holy Mass
The same said for discussing Zodiacs
Try your luck, shred you like a Kodiak

Wanting my help the one that they call quick
Often having a hand and much involvement
Still a drug addict and alcoholic
A continual problem have yet to solve it

Had to fight for room, since most weren't giving any
Regarding life, I'm missing plenty
I've not been living healthy
Changes, I've been resisting many
Slipping every
Time after time, eventually the outcome it is deadly

I appreciate your concern
There's been much I've had to learn
Many times I got burned
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Summer of 1974

It was the summer I would first choke
on second hand marijuana smoke;
I passed the swimming pool lifeguard test
and received my first real paycheck.

It was the summer I learned how to drive -
got my license on the first try;
And, by Saint Leonard’s pond I was blessed
with discovering what was up her dress.

Nixon had resigned;
I saw “The Exorcist” for the first time;
Paul McCartney sang “Band on the Run”
and we were having some adult fun.

It was the summer I smiled a lot;
The first jewelry that I ever bought;
I looked forward to each coming day
as my innocence slowly slipped away.

But summers must always end;
I saw her with my friend;
The ring was soon returned;
It was the summer my heart got burned.

Forty summers have since passed,
Of heart breaks, it was not my last,
But of memories, I must confess,
In regards of time, it has passed the test.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A Wonderful Day

Author Dana Redricks
June 24, 2018

I hope you have wonderful day; don't
 let misery get in your way.
Let the clouds go away; 
today is the beginning of a new day.
Put on your smile on; hold
 your head up high" 
keep your eyes looking toward the sky.
Never be afraid to ask 
question, when you don't understand 
why; remember life is a learning
experience; each stage is a new phase.
Yesterday is gone never to return;
if you got burned maybe there's a
lesson that should have been learned.
Every season has it's reason, 
and every person has a purpose; this is Your
moment to shine is just around 
the corner; your already star, 
and have come so far; some grow brighter, 
and some stars fade and fall into the obscurity 
to never be seen again, but for today
 shine, shine take your moment in
time. Your moment to shine is just around 
the corner; your already A star, 
You have come so far; some grow brighter, 
and some star fade and fall 
into the obscurity to never be seen again,
 but for today shine, shine take 
your moment in time.
Form: Ballade

Have a Wonderful Day

Author Dana Redricks 
June 24, 2019 

I hope you have a wonderful day; 
don't let misery get in your way.
Let the clouds go away; today 
is the beginning of a new day.
Put on your smile on; hold 
your head up high" keep 
your eyes looking toward the sky.
Never be afraid to ask questions, 
when you don't understand why; 
remember life is a learning experience; 
each stage is a new phase.
Yesterday is gone, never to return; 
if you got burned maybe there's a
lesson that should have been learned.
Every season has its reason, and 
every person has a purpose; this is 
Your moment to shine is just around 
the corner; your already star, 
and have come so far; some 
grow brighter, and some star 
fade and fall into the obscurity 
to never be seen again, but for 
today shine, shine 
take your moment in time.

Rotten Games and Gotten Strange

12/27/21


Did poorly or was doing just fine
The outcome was negative or had a plus sign
Always not just sometimes
Being one of a kind
Under the moonlight and sunshine
When it took a turn for the worse or was sublime

No longer getting brushed aside
Seeking what it is that I must find
On the frontlines

Can't force it
Or forfeit
Held true or was horse

Bought it or couldn't afford it
Crystal clear or distorted
Unavoidable or able to be thwarted

Saw it coming from the crows nest
Meanwhile, most think they know best
As they struggle to clean up their own mess
Very quick to protest
In their ways they are so set

For the greater good or due to greed it was commercialized
All of this, I could not internalize
Something still stirs inside
It's tragic that humans and animals got burned alive

Better be something you're sure about
Or it'll have an unsuccessful turnout
Close and far from any birdhouse

So many rotten games
It has gotten strange
All about the profit gains
Not any pocket change
Form: Rhyme

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