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Premium Member One More My Friend

                     I
One more my friend, one more
  ice cold beer golden filled,
till I alone face my mortal end
  by death’s emissary killed.
Where haunts a ghost of mine
  whom I once much owed...
one more my friend, one more,
  just one more for the road
                    II
One more my friend, one more
  boding self-evident truth,
but fear not a day of reckoning
  nor an everlasting reproof.
Behold the virgin and the whore,
  alas both have sins to bear…
one more my friend, one more
  fork in a road to nowhere
                    III
One more my friend, one more
  lost courage for me to find,
to forgive a troubled weary soul 
  and rest with peace of mind.
Let church bells ring for brides
  and infants in holy baptism...
one more my friend, one more
  old demon for my exorcism
                    IV
One more my friend, drink up
  and seek a blessing now,
seek a true salvation and pray
  that you find it somehow.
And if I pass before my time
  among the grateful dead…
drink up old friend, drink up
  and live long in my stead!


  Written: December 1996
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Broken Monoku In Series

between black and white – 
                                        I compromise

balancing act – 
                       stiletto heels

fire hot ice cold – 
               variable menopause weather forecast

hope – 
           embers glow among the ashes

pebble fast disappears – 
                                     ripples take their time

chicken run commotion – 
                                       aborted takeoff  

sensationalism – 
                          penny dreadful or dime novel?	


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Contest: Two Liners
Sponsor: Brian Strand	  
Placed 2nd
Form: Monoku

Come Down In the Afternoon

come down in the afternoon
we can walk to places where joy and laughter used to be
we can make new memories as we enjoy the charm of new beautification

come down in the afternoon
i can show you a waterfall that will take your cinnamon scented breath away
after that experience, perhaps we can take an excursion or three to see more

come down in the afternoon
i have the perfect flower for your perfectly natural baby fro
it will expound further on the effervescent radiance of your overall natural beauty

come down in the afternoon
that lemonade/apple cider spot is closing down permanently at the end of this summer
we can enjoy the ice cold cherry apple cider one last time

come down in the afternoon
it is always a pleasure and an honor to be in the presence of your esteemed company
though a couple we will never be, our friendship is a Rare Diamond Buried In Our Time....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

The Taste Of Ice

I used to be a thing of 
beauty 
                         now I’m just this
hideous mess.

I reached my peak
my climax
this story of the year
                Is over
No more seasons, just calender months
Broken down into mud, sweat, showers and snowstorms 

I watched my magic
            slowly 
            but oh so suddenly 
fade away.
     completely . . 

                  d  i   s  a      p     p  e        a        r  .    .   .

gone 
down the rabbit hole.

Im late, I’m late
for a very important date!
too late 
Twas fate
I came tumbling in after 
                                 noon
           so soon
on or around
                      the full moon
in tune,
but without 
                               (rhythm. )

Every star eventually dies.

every vibration, every beat, every melody, every song
fades and finally 
     s   l     o    w     s  . ..
to its final rest 
     Its final pitch:
black. 

(back to where 
           it all
 b   e   
         g   
              a  
                    n).

now 
describe to me 
the taste 
of 
ice.

who knew nothing could taste so cold?

Rappers And Legends In The UFC

RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC

In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
 
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8

Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²

Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6

Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°

50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4

Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8

Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²

Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6

And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°

As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44

As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47


VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes 
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Form: Rhyme


The Remains of My Heart

The remains of my heart.


In your arms…Edenheart.
Fire heart or ice cold.
A soothing sooth finds a way to soothe,
You.
Crazy-love like lazy-love will only fall to pieces.
Never love like you don’t even need it.


Grieving widows weep as willows,
Wishing they were once more with their lost Princes.
A forest without sound is beautiful-still.
Like the mountains above, 
Beauty remains.
I would climb a thousand steps if you and I could remain the same.


Centuries come and go.
Love remains.
You and I are worth it or worthless.
The decision is yours,
But hurry, it is starting to rain.


Falling days from calendar squares.
Another advent chocolate gone missing.
There,
Is only a short time for us to love and obey.
Avast ye hearty!
Before I make ye walk away;
I will plant a plank for you to walk.


I will catch you in my arms if you take a leap of faith.
Love prepares you for the fall.
If you go, this memory I will keep on using.
Wouldn’t that be just darn-tooting!
You are all I want to know.
Shooting stars fly past your window.


Balcony Queen,
Think of me,
As I think of you,
Inside my dreams.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
© Aa Harvey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Premium Member When Summers Were Fun

Remember when summers were fun?
   When the days were long and you were gone
      From just after dawn 'till the setting sun

Remember when summers were fun
   When you didn't go to work or to school
      When you hung out with your buddies at the local pool

Remember when summers were fun
   When you played baseball for hours and hours on end
      When Mom couldn't track you, couldn't text messages send

Remember when summers were fun
   When you teased the girls, before you first noticed their curves
      When you played daredevil on your bike, stunts of steel nerves 

Remember when summers were fun
   When in one giant gulp you downed an ice-cold coke
      When no one was offended by an off-color joke

Remember when summers were fun
   Well, if you do, you may be the only one
      Because those kind of summers are finished and done
Form: Rhyme

Similar and Different Levels

6/8/16


Not everything you'll get
Back on my bull
I ain't the one to fold quick
Had days of nothing but ice cold grits
Regardless just trying to live life to the fullest
No time to spend at any pulpit
And I will never stick to the same old script 

Listen
Don't get it twisted
I'm not a buddhist, muslim or a christian
I believe in wisdom
And facts not fiction

Now what is the meaning in all these hieroglyphics
I'm interested in the specifics
But nothing religious
Near the Atlantic, Arctic, Indian, and Pacific
From the start to finish

With my vision
Many things were overlooked and hidden
Even when I stuck to the mission
Underneath skies that were blue, grey and crimson


The sediment falls and settles
Above and below flower petals
And buildings made of metals
On similar and different levels

Give or take
I think we could relate
I make mistakes

By: Dalton Ogletree
Form: Rhyme

A Day To Myself

a day to myself
and i will be enjoying this quiet right here
undisciplined child one is at a slumber party
undisciplined child two went with Lady Love to an out of town seminar
undisciplined child three is spending the night with Cool Grandma Drew
i smile at my lack of productive plans today
the remote in my left hand
a bowl of chewy chocolate chip cookies waiting for my right hand
a carton of ice cold flav o rich cooling even more in the freezer
freshness from their family to ME!
i think i am in the mood for old episodes of season one of dennis the menace 
i may follow that up with early episodes of the incredible hulk
i just may intentionally fall asleep since all phones and computers and alternative devices are shut completely off
inhale with a bright smile
exhale with an even brighter smile
a day to myself
DAMN RIGHT I DESERVE IT!
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

He Drove My Heart Away

My honesty leaves him speechless, he walks away mad,
I cannot be who he wants me to be, I cannot change that,
I was truthful from the door, I had nothing to hide,
And that was the one thing about me that drew him to my side,
His reputation meant more than being truthful with himself,
He lied and covered his own rearend even if meant hurting somebody else,
He knew what he was doing the whole entire time,
He knew I saw through everything, and every little lie,
I tried to be there for him ever since we met,
He knew how much I loved him, but the more he lied I became a threat,
He did not want to change those awful ways, he wasn't ready to see,
I stayed by his side with tears in my eyes until he turned on me,
I was now the enemy, yet I sacrificed my soul,
I covered his heart and took the blame, even when he turned ice cold,
But a person can only take so much abuse, he pushed my heart away,
Now, years later he finally sees he made a huge mistake.

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