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Weather Forecast

(Straight from the horses mouth-Your Local Psychic- Forecaster)
 

Today the sun will appear and you are going to enjoy a jovial 
                                  snowfall 
later in the afternoon it will turn to rain but do not worry cuz 
                                 hail 
will follow, with big fat balls of ice that will land on your porch 

Take heart, cuz in the evening thunder will clap your roof top 
                                 BOOM ! 
making you huddle under the covers with your sweet heart 
This evening somewhere between eight o'clock and midnight 
                                    hurricane Julie 
will sweep in and make a mess of that shaky trellis in your 
                                     garden... 
Be brave cuz the next day we will have weather that is 
                            comme si comme sa 
As long as  you own a winter coat, a spring jacket, a bathing suit 
                             and a rubber inflatable boat,  
you will be able to   survive this week  but be advised my friend 
                                     next week, 
things are looking bleak make sure you negotiate with Noah, 
                                       an arc 
will is advisable, a flood will arrive and sweep everything in sight. 

March 27, 2022


Premium Member The Cane

The Cane

Not made of candy, but real wood. 
It belonged to my father’s father, 
and his father, before him. 

No, they were all good man. 
all equally healthy and mostly happy. 
The one thing they all had, 
that was shared… 
Oak. 
Fine wood, carved…
hand made, 
personally designed, 
a project, 
to define a legacy. 

Freedom. 
Purchased with the blood, 
of the citizens, 
the fathers of sons, 
now gone. 
The fathers of sons, 
that knew sacrifice. 
They knew what it was
to be far from home, 
and alone. 
To protect, all that they cared for, 
with all that they had. 

Oak. 
Solid wood…
 from the Great American Forest. 
Grown on a land that still believes, 
all have a place. 
The weak are not afraid. 
They are allowed to offer their worth…
to the community and the society as a whole, 
without concern, or even fear. 
The lost, are not afraid, 
they can pray in public and not be hung. 

The heroes, they march down 
every street…
Hail to those, 
that put others, 
before themselves. 

The cane. 
It is a symbol…
Carved with an eagle at the pummel. 
The shaft is inlayed with silver, 
copper and precious stones. 

It will not break, 
Iron is its core. 
It is not a disability, 
to walk in honor, 
for all those that came before. 

It is an honor to remember, 
we can walk free at all.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

The Unending Journey

From the whisper of conception,
Man begins his endless march
A traveller unborn, adrift in the ocean of flesh,
Where heartbeat drums like sacred music
And dreams float in liquid silence.

Then birth
A violent dawn, a sudden cry,
He greets the earth with trembling eyes.
Love and hatred stretch their arms before him,
Pain and laughter twine like serpents in his path.

Hands gather to hail his coming,
Some warm with joy, others cold with envy
Yet all sing his song of arrival.
In childhood, innocence is his garment,
He knows not the shadow from the light,
But time, the stern teacher, strips the veil.

If fate grants him a cradle of comfort,
He dances in the halls of pleasure;
But if the world turns its iron face,
He tastes the hunger of the earth.
He learns, he loves, he strives,
He dreams of crowns and kindred hearts.

The clock turns
He toils for bread, he weds his hopes,
He sows his sweat upon the soil of ambition,
Yet the reaper waits, patient and still.

And when death calls
Another road unfolds, mist-clad and strange.
Souls wander at the crossroads of eternity,
Each guided by the lantern of their deeds
Some shining bright, some dim as regret.

The journey does not end,
It curves like a circle in God’s palm,
An eternal riddle carved in dust and spirit
Man walks, falls, rises, and walks again,
Forever a pilgrim between birth and beyond.

Premium Member . F.T.W.(Oil)

.       F.T.W.
F.ree  T.he  W.aves
f.REE  t.HE  w.AVES

F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.

God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a  black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.

An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!

=(contest)=

Homage to Fromage


Any foodie on the brink

Of getting moody thinks

Of the dear dairy panacea 

Culinary kinks

Cultural links

Gourmet high jinx


Where the nods & the winks

Go to the food of the Gods

The sexy minx that really stinks


A noble global endeavour

Palette caged by a rare

Cave aged Gruyere


Arty farty dolcelatte party

Comte & cheddar

Smutty nutty double header


Camembert flair

Prouder of Gouda

Stilton to share

Or louder Parmesan fan 

Even when it’s powder?


Aristocratic blue vein

More a Roquefort sort

Or St Augur holds court

Emphatic stench & stain


Tester of Red Leicester

What's better than Feta

Double Gloucester no imposter

Boursin or St Paulin on the roster


Snarl if there's no emmental

Pecorino the Ferrari Dino

Halloumi whispers consume me


New coup for Exmoor blue

Hail the tale of Wensleydale

Willy nilly grab a slab of Philly

Wealthier folks say Philadelphia 

On the grounds sounds healthier


Right now is Ricotta somehow hotter

Or creamy dreamy Burrata smarter

Kowtow to Yarg from Celtic Kernow

Homage to fromage global trotter


Whatever floats your boat

High roller Gorgonzola

Maybe Goat gets your vote 

Or those in the know

Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego


Young or well hung

Given time in the cellar

Yippee glee of smelly brie

But won’t sneer at Paneer

Mozzarella can be stellar


Even give a damn about Madame Edam

Stringy Raclette the best bet yet  

Or the goo of Fondue more you

Can't sledge a wedge of Old Amsterdam


Primula still familiar

Wary of the not rated

Scary squirting lube 

You squeeze with ease

Flirting fairy out of a tube

Ill fated.. hated pre grated 

Diced into a nice cube


Drastic or fantastic vices 

Chose those plastic elastic slices

Could plea for some Dairy Lea 

Fell under that Babybel spell

Or pray tell a stash of well maybe

Laughing cow oui Le Vache qui Rit
Form: Rhyme


Men Are Made In Tears So Be a Man

MEN ARE MADE IN TEARS SO BE A MAN 
 
This world's cliché says 'tears are not for men'
But if you cry your eyes out now & then,
you are perceived as emotional, feeble or weak,
rather deal with situations even if bleek,
and act critically rather than speak.
Some of our life's theories and reasons 
are invalid and falls short before our eyes,
while some are too machoistically base.
When will you let the water fall ablaze?
And humbly descend from your exalted face?

Men are made in tears so be a man;
Witness the complete cycle of your lifespan.
Shedding a tear doesn't devalue or cost a dim.
I know a lot of us men don't feel the same
We feel running the eyestream is a shame.
In my life, I only have few examples of real men,
certainly not all of the gender that emits semen.

Perspectively, some men hail from different worlds.
The greatest & strongest man against all odds,
broke down and cried...baffling all ye gods.

I have words for you but most importantly, two words:
'Don't forget, "Jesus wept".
And brother, so can you!'


Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? May 2023.
Form: Rhyme

The Archer From Locksley

Wasn't Robin Hood born with noble blood,
what made him betray royalty?
He had a grudge against Prince John!
As a bodyguard, he was loyal 
to King Richard, but despised
the greedy and unfair Sheriff.

According to English folklore:
he was an outlaw, a skilled archer,
he became a legend in his own town. 
I doubt if any Englishman of the era,
would remember him as their own
if he hadn't been the selfless one,
taking everything from the filthy rich,
who daily engaged in a-eat-drink-binge,
he gave all back to the starving poor. 

Had he not taken their side and avenged,
the peasants would have felt anger
and fought against him and his King. 
Now, see Robin Hood in a different light:
lacking humor, grit and self-confidence,
not feeling compassion for the lowly
who cultivated farms and provided swine,
bread and wine for those royal tables.

He could have threatened them with vile words,
" Give me all your grains, vegetables and fruits;
your fowls, your chickens and pigs for my banquet! "
Load them on my wagon, don't hesitate and refuse:
my arrows don't miss targets, save your lives! "   
And with intimidation they would appease him.

But Mariam would rise from her grave protesting,
" My husband isn't a villain as you describe him,
he saved my king and my father and tried to save me
from Guy of Gisbournue! Hail to him who revenged 
many injustices in favor of the ones who trembled
at clanking swords! Hail to him who reunited England! "

Premium Member Zoe

Am I considered lucky to be born into the purple?
I am the daughter of an emperor in Constantinople.
Actually, I am a prisoner in anguish and pain.
I am forbidden to marry during my father’s reign.
All in the court hail the Emperor Constantine.
As a father, he has been cruel and mean.
Many have called me the most beautiful of our time.
However, a woman in her late forties is past her prime.
My father has been emperor since Uncle Basil’s death.
He is now quite near to taking his last breath.
As a result, he has placed his seal on an edict.
I am to marry Romanus Argyros, the city’s prefect.
This man Romanus had been married previously.
My father made him divorce in order to marry me.
I have no feelings for Romanus at all.
The man catching my fancy is named Michael.
Romanus can only be an emperor of the worst kind.
A way out of this problem is what I must find.

Empress Zoe of the Byzantine Empire lived from 950 to 1022 AD
Form: Rhyme

Hail Us As Devoted Soldiers In Camouflage

Hail us as a devoted soldiers in camouflage,
see us march forward with a head held up high,
it's a choice we have made, we walk proudly;
we are going where many can't decide destiny: 
shouldn't we consider ourselves lucky?
Only the brave ones protect liberty,
never losing their valiant spirit and courage:
young girls behind the police barricades sigh! 

There are thousands of us holding weapons and flags:
who dares to challenge us: we're the strongest army,
we have pledged allegiance to our great country eternally;
some have deserted the camp: we stand behind trances!

Hails us as devoted soldiers in camouflage,
nothing scares us: don't we show invincibility?
Follow us to the warships as if it were a pilgrimage;
it's very sad to see them wave goodbye and cry!

Who fights for freedom doesn't fear enemies,
no flag will be taken down despite the threat;
it will wave steadily to incite fervor in us:
nightfall may dim our sight, not our grit!
Form: Lyric

Premium Member The Perfect Democrat Vii

He is
the perfect democrat 
for
he cares less if one is:
a man or a woman
young or old
black or white
rich or poor
powerful or weak 
knowledgeable or ignorant 
Christian or Moslem 

Who is this ruler that has 
achieved this incredible exploit 
that 
no man in history has ever been able
to accomplish: to eradicate 
discrimination?

Who is this great Caesar 
that 
people kneel before him in fear
and awe?

Hail Caesar, 
you hateful coronavirus,  
may your days be few
and
your victims even 
fewer! *
 







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     11 March 2020


* Dedicated to all victims of coronavirus around the world.
Let us pray this disease to disappear fast, very fast! 

In Greece, we have close to a hundred people that are sick from this virus thus, as from today, all schools and universities and all other institutions
of learning are closed for two weeks. Italy, is the hardest hit with 
hundreds of deaths. The whole country there has been closed down!

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