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Premium Member Killers

Contest Rules: Why are people killing each other, 
                     (from point of view of the killers)


Killers


Why do we killers kill?
Our reasons may fulfill:

Protecting our own life
by means of gun or knife

Defense of our belief
affirmed by victims' grief

Brainwashed to do the deed
to meet a leader's need

To pillage, rob for gain
take guiltless lives in vain

Enjoy a strong control
as targets meet their toll

Take life as cold revenge
and jealousy avenge

Obey sick inner voice
of mind that limits choice

Prepare for suicide
bring pawns along on ride.

Most horrid - just for fun
watch pain of life undone.


Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Premiere Contest: You Say You Want a Revolution
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 01/22/2017
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Longevity- Or Not

Longevity- a path we all long for,
and if life's great, we certainly want more.
If staying good means “healthy to the core,”
we pray we'll greet the fullest life in store.

Eat healthfully, and exercise galore-
and, just for fun, do workouts on the floor.
Never complain when backs and legs feel sore.
Skip elevators- climb those stairs, senor!

Longevity can be a costly chore
and seems perhaps a trade-off sort of war;
to do things right at times becomes a bore,
and makes us wonder if it's uncalled-for.

Perhaps, less time to gain more years that soar?
Instead, things we love best, need to explore?
Enjoy that ice cream, wine, or petit four.
Relax, sit down- tough exercise ignore!

For happy lives, sometimes we must implore
satisfaction, which rates a higher score!
Form: Monorhyme

All In the Slogan

“American by birth a rebel by choice” okay
You can’t win, ya can’t “have it your way” 
I understand “Success, it’s just a mind game” 
I’m “so good cats ask for me by name”
“What’s in your wallet” f*** b**** I’m the bank 
You’ll “snap, crackle, pop” when ya a** I spank 
Telling me “don’t be evil” then say I’m “M’m M’m good”
“Where’s the beef” ya won’t bring it to my hood
I “challenge everything” it’s how I achieve 
I live in the real world when yours is “make believe”
I’m “Power, beauty, and soul” see I got it all
“Can you hear me now?” B**** ya better call”
I’m a go getter I will always “think big”
But with you I have to “think small” ya dig 
B*****es try but “there’s no substitute” for me 
See “quality never goes out of style” and it ain’t free
Living “between love and madness lies obsession”
Like “a diamond is forever” Imma leave an impression 
“greatest tragedy in life is indifference” and your words 
“Nothing is impossible” but b**** yours is absurd 
“grace, space, pace” I’m “good to the last drop”
Plus I’m “the best a man can get” b*****es need to stop





This was just for fun hope ya got a giggle:)

But if your up for the challenge? 

Slogans;….

Harley Davidson; “American my birth a rebel by choice”

Burger King; “have it your way” 

Tag heuer; “success, it’s just a mind game”

Meow mix;”so good cats ask for it by name”

Capital one; ”what’s in your wallet “

Rice crispies; “snap, crackle and pop”

Google; “dont be evil” 

Campbell soup;”M’m M’m good “

Wendy’s; “where’s the beef”

EA; “challenge everything”

Sony; “Make believe”

Aston Martin; “power, beauty, and soul”

Verizon, “can ya hear me now

IMAX; “think big”

Volts wagon; “think small” 

Porsche;”there’s no substitute”

Levi’s;”quality never goes out of style”

Calvin Kline; “between love and madness lies obsession”

De beers; “a diamond is forever”

Redcross;”the greatest tragedy is indifference”

Adidas; “impossible is nothing “

Jaguar; “grace ,space, pace” 

Maxwell house;”good to the last drop”

Gillette; “The best a man can get”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Horsepower

Horsepower
David J Walker

It occurs to me that while
Horses can run
Could they actually pull a
Rocketship past the moon 
Headed to the sun? 
Apollo 11, for instance,
And just for fun 
Is said to have had 
32 million horsepower
As if each one
Was Harnessed with leather straps
And brightly polished brass bells
And as the crowd swells		
off they run
At the crack of a whip
32 million horses all at once 
Leap upward up-ward with a 
6 Million tun 
payload 
Kicking up dust
All those horses needing to
Generate 7.5 million pounds 
of thrust 
at liftoff, that is

Off towards the sun 
Hooves pounding 
Harness bells ringing  and
Commander Neil Armstrong
On top cracking the whip
Singing, suns of the pioneer's songs
Headed to the moon on his 
32 million Horse-drawn rocket ship.

Can you hear the voices of
Those Space Cowboys stepping lightly
As their horses 
Fertilize the surface of the moon? 
“Ahhhh ..Houston… We Have a problem here”
“Who is gonna clean this up?”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Pink Fox That Had A Thing For Socks

There was a pink fox
That had a thing for socks
And he'd always find a way
To obtain socks
When he's off his rocks.
He would take one sock a day.

In his wicked mind 
Of the humorous kind
He liked to split the pair.
He'd anticipate
The way it would frustrate
The people letting them air.

So if you put them on the line,
Get them in on time
For when the day falls dusk,
He'll tiptoe on your lawn 
Like a crazy fawn
And take one, cause he must!

The pink fox likes to plot
With the brain he's got
Methods and tricks and more.
He'll sneak into the laundrette
Disguised as a pet
And pinch odd socks galore!

He ventures through clothes shops
And he rarely stops.
For each paw he will take one.
Then in his den he will compare
How they match his fur,
His private cat walk just for fun.

He belly aches with laughter
For he discovers after
That his mischief is all over media.
Who is this pink fox
That has a thing for socks?
And they have no idea!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Family Shenanigans

redundant stories
way out from left field
old yarns and tales rehashed
selective memories
of a past we won’t let go

wasted time and opportunities
killing time that should be precious
ongoing whining about getting old
aches and pains the topics of choice

you want to roll your eyes
stupid things come out of our mouth
getting upset over trite slights
the clash of personalities
feuding just for fun
old dirty tricks used and abused

life all too short
to not let slide petty nonsense
this getting old
by no means
sees us getting wiser
we’re growing senile by the day



AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020

Premium Member The Hunt

Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved,
      Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his sanctuary;
It took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered,
            He was tracked down, shot, skinned and then beheaded.

It was senseless, cowardly, cruel and barbaric,
      I wept for Cecil the lion with the rest of the world;
And all animal victims of trophy hunters who kill just for fun,
           Our voices must be united and strong, we must end the killing.

We must demand justice for all wild animals,
     The hunt for sport must be stopped which to me is murder;
No more photographs with dead animals as the background,
           It makes me sick to see these cowards poising for pictures.

Sign a petition, make your voice heard loudly,
     Laws need to be changed so these animals do not have to die,
The killer of Cecil was tracked down and went into hiding like a coward,
          And this coward never faced justice for killing this beautiful animal.

                              Just another trophy for his pathetic collection.

______________________
October 31, 2016


Poetry/Verse/The Hunt
Copyright Protected, ID 16-844-909-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, The Hunt
sponsor, Casarah Nance

Ninth Place
Form: Verse

Premium Member Who Is Not the Liar

Who is Not the Liar
By Franklin Price
1/17/2016

Who is not the liar
It's really hard to tell
When it comes to politicians
You should really know them well

Their first and main intention
Is to  get your valued vote
If they have to lie to do it
It is not a thing of note

They're kind of like the internet
Because they said it, it is true
You better check up on it
It's the least that you should do

Don't vote and follow blindly
Don't just go with party lines
Evaluate the candidates
To see what's on their minds

And when your own position
Is as theirs that you perceive
Then look closely at their record
To see if  that's what they believe

As I said at the beginning
If there's truth it's hard to tell
If they believe it, can they do it?
If they can it would be swell

But definitions of positions
For which politicians run
Make comments often meaningless
To get your votes and just for fun

When making your decisions
Taking votes down from the shelves
Cast for ones who think somewhat of you 
And a little less about themselves
Form: Rhyme

Dancing Penguins

On the ice where the cold winds blow,
A group of penguins put on a show.
With flippers that flap,
And feet that tap,
They danced in the moonlight's glow.

In tuxedos black and white,
They waltzed all through the night.
With a slide and a glide,
And a spin to the side,
Their moves were quite the sight.

They boogied to the beat of the drum,
Twirling on icebergs just for fun.
With a hop, skip, and jump,
They would thump, thump, thump,
Until the morning sun.

So if you ever feel blue,
Just think of the penguin crew.
With a dance and a prance,
In their icy dance stance,
They'll bring joy to you too!
Form: Rhyme

withered Bloom

Look what have you done
The deeply etched scars
The immutable pain, once
there was no place for burn

Saw a pretty innocent girl
how she was always smiling 
Her feminine, she's dead
She looks alive, but she's gone 

The poetry when she spoke
The rhymes that you broke
The heart? it used to pump 
Ironic enough it still yearns

Silent nights full of grief
Whispers of soul's belief 
My sorrows are conscious 
My happiness? never took a turn

Adoration, devotion, 
fondness and what not
Majestic embrace, regal grace
Was that all, just for fun?

The madness I always showed
Your real You was what followed 
I'm at peace, the soil fits in well
I'm buried below a pretty green fern

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