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Even though our time is just
A moment here and there
To me you’ll never be
The average everyday affair
I know I’m just a picture
In the memory of your mind
The girl you keep a secret
The girl you leave behind
There was a time I’d lay awake
And dream of you and I
There was a time I wanted more
There was a time I’d cry
For love is never easy
When it’s given just by one
Love is never easy
When for him it’s just for fun
Love is never easy
When you think that it’s for real
But when the spell is broken
It's not love, but lust you feel
Your dreams diminish one by one
Illusions fade away
And in their place reality
Has come to have its say
So now I know the secret
To a passionate affair
To just enjoy the moment
To live without a care
To take each moment as it comes
With eyes now open wide
But always with your secret love
You just enjoy the ride...
Here's What Super Tuesday Told Me
By Franklin Price
03/04/2020
Here's what “Super Tuesday” told me,
As I think of yesterday.
Biden made a come-back.
That's the first I have to say.
That Bernie's lost momentum,
And he's coming from behind.
Puts my faith back in our founders.
Was about to lose my mind.
I hope that this is not a fluke.
Though I don't think Biden's right.
Better him than Bernie.
And his socialistic sight.
Then we have the billionaire,
Who tried to buy his place.
Spent at least five hundred million,
To put himself within the race.
Results of Super Tuesday,
Say he spent it just for fun.
The voters did not buy it.
Money cannot win the run.
Now where do we go from here?
Are still many votes to cast.
Will Bernie make a come back,
Or will Joe Biden last?
Joe is not impressive,
With the gaffs that he has done.
He has a lot of issues.
Probably should not be the one.
Bernie is too radical
With his socialistic score.
Looks like the Dems have done it
Trump will win another four.
This is only my opinion.
I don't know what that is worth.
Maybe this rediculous
Will bring us back to earth
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
There Is No Little Red Wagon
The professor, the priest, the psychologist commanded me
Do not think about the little red wagon.
My tormentors and captors yelled at me
Do not think about the little red wagon!
In turn they all question me ever so sweetly
“Did you think about the little red wagon?”
Naturally I respond, “No.”
I think I have them on the run this time, just for fun
Perhaps they don’t know
But when they asked again like a friend and a foe
I had trouble remembering
And said, “Could you repeat the question please?”
“Did you say something about a little red wagon?”
They turned on me, responded arrogantly
“Say that thing you just said one more time for the record!”
I said, “Sure.” “My pleasure.”
And repeated, “Did you say something about a dribble and a dragon?”
I guess that fixed their little red wagon.
This is such a bore so I can say no more about that thing on wheels.
She barged through the doors of the bank with her gun
And shot the security guard just for fun
She fired her gun and yelled “Down on the floor,
I’ve shot me one man, I could shoot a few more!”
One customer, Jenna, said, “Hold up, you cretin,
You half witted loser, it’s jail you’ll be gettin,
You charge in this bank with that soppy old pistol
I think I might kick your ass from here to Bristol.”
The robber, fired two bullets into the ceiling
And said, “I shall shoot anybody not kneeling.”
Jenna said, “I’m gonna laugh as you fry.”
The robber said, “You’d better reach for the sky.”
Armed police turned up; one lady arrested
Based on the ‘facts’ that another attested
The robber’s at home playing video games
And Jenna’s in jail for calling her names
And all the police wonder what to expect
Now that they’ve lost any public respect
At lunch break they wonder how low they could stoop
When they’re as inviting as watered down soup.
[What a coincidence; a poem about someone called Jenna enduring an injustice. Pure chance… honest, Guvnor!]
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Lush Eden was the garden of Eve
Bored with Adam, she took a leave
The snake enticed her with red apples
And got rich selling creamy truffles
Adam formed a new wife from clay
Not asking the Master, he needed a ray
But other men admired this woman slim
Adam's disobedience, another original sin?
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* this is just for fun..according to TPS,
" a clerihew is usually whimsical, showing the subject
from an unusual point of view;but it is hardly ever satirical,
abusive or obscene."
‘’’’ ‘ ‘’’’’
P.D.’s Battle of the Clerihew
By nette onclaud
Smile at the world,
Laugh at yourself.
Cry all alone,
Grin like an Elf.
Yawn when you're tired,
Frown when you're sad.
Giggle when you're happy,
Growl when you're mad.
Hum in the morning,
Scream in the night.
Whisper in the dark,
Sing in the light.
Jog for your health,
Dance just for fun.
Walk around the pool,
Bow to the sun.
Shake a friend's hand,
Big hugs for free.
Kiss Grandma's cheek,
Don't tread on me!
Brush twice a day,
Wash behind your ears,
Shampoo your hair,
Avoid soapy tears.
Say what you mean,
Mean what you say.
Die with your honor,
Live your own way.
The thunder rolls now, a spring rain pours from low solid gray clouds
which wrap around in all directions, and fog banks between trees of the forest.
Tender new life formed of different shades of green decorates the woods and
homeplaces. As the rain drip-drops from the eaves, a bird's throaty varied call
floats across the damp soggy air.
to the north
floats a call that nearly matches..
love on the wing
wind
blows
rain
rain
pours
buckets
poet
exits
porch
Three forms:
Prose Poetry
Haiku
Brevette
Just for fun...Telling about the wonderful world of nature...
Gray morning, streets and your job,
The garage, then you go home,
Your cat's waiting at the door.
Midnight snack and black tea,
The lights of your Christmas tree
That you dressed all alone.
That's your whole schedule.
Did you ever think you'd have to say all of those words?
I didn't know that silence brokes your heart worse. But...
Doesn't that haze over your hometown and traffic lights tell you that this love is worth the fight?
And in the middle of the night, you'll find that all is fine.
Just don't say your bland goodbye.
It's enough for me. It's enough for us.
Noise at home, trains, and study.
I'm not invited to parties,
But I still wouldn't go.
Counting the corners in room,
Then staring up at the roof,
What a pathetic sight.
And that's my whole life.
I never thought i'd have to hear all of those words.
How could I forget that love's the hardest work? But...
The voices in my head and your heart, I can't smash it up.
They tell me that this love is worth the fight.
And in the middle of night, i’ll find that all is fine.
Just don't say your bland goodbye.
It's enough for me. It's enough for us.
(It's enough, it's enough, it's enough)
It's enough for us, oh-ohh
(It's enough, it's enough, it's enough)
(It's enough, it's enough) for us.
I'm so disappointed you said you'd be gone.
You said our love story was just for fun
And we're together until you're young.
(What are we fighting for?)
I'm on the floor trying to freeze the time
Just to hold you with my coldest arms.
I'm feeling the breakdown of all of my charms (That we've been under)
You left me stranded and misunderstood
But we can fix it if we tell the truth.
Love is a cruel game that we can lose,
(Unless we change the rules).
(It's enough, it's enough, it's enough)
(It's enough, it's enough) for us.
Oh, he had a combat rifle,
An Uzzi sub machine gun
A revolver and a pistol
And a TASER just for fun,
Because to bear arms
Was his God given right
One of those for which
He was prepared to fight.
Nobody ever knew
Why he flipped his lid.
Nobody ever knew
Why he did what he did.
Just wounded lying among
Bodies of the six dead,
Rampaging on until a SWAT
Marksman shot him in the head.
It’s not guns that kill people
The NRA statement said
Its those who pull the trigger,
But folk still end up dead.
I really don’t think that’s
Much of a consolation
To bereaved and grievimg
Coping with the situation.
A loved one lost with
No apparent reason why
Just in the wrong place so
They just happened to die.
One of those things
That sets off alarms
As to why they need to right
To continue to bear arms.
There are no indigenous natives
Waiting to ambush waggon trains
Very few live lives of danger
Out on the old Wild West plains.
No, perhaps they need weapons
To protect from the likely harms
Caused by all those others who
Exercise their right to bear arms.