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Premium Member in their voice historical

A father calls about the grand hall for his daughters.
His premonitions serve him well, as Ana answers in due time.
He tells her to tell her sisters that they are going to
England, to visit their cousins. King George V found them
to be pompous, a decision he'll later regret.

WWI was spreading talks before they returned home.
King George V of Great Britain and Tsar Nicholas II of
Russia himself were on one hand, and Kaiser Wilhelm II
of Germany on the other – were first cousins? Their
grandmother was Queen Victoria.

All suffered great losses, but the Romanoff's suffered the
most. They lost their crowns and were imprisoned for a
long time. Later, they were led to a basement of chairs,
as they closed the door. Bolsheviks burst in, and after a
small speech, Ana held the older sister Olga as they fired
their pistol into the Romanoff's family and their doctor.


Vase Dream Ii Epicurious

I want a freshly baked kaiser roll 
Sliced in two with nice lean roast beef
Laid between so I can call it sandwich
Swiss cheese, tomato, Vidalia onion
(Sliced not chopped) with a dab of mayo
And horseradish sauce or hollandaise 
Vinegar/salt chips and crisp dill pickle
I have no money or tummy only me
Alone with my empty ceramic center
Dangling on the rail of a high rise complex
Waiting for a breeze to push me on or off
I am a pretty pink vase so have mercy on me
No ferns or flowers inside for company 
I am hungry for something good to eat
Curios but mostly epicurious in nature
Give me a sandwich for free as a favor
Perhaps I can pay you back on Tuesday
I can wish for something different
Vases have dreams too to fill the hollow

Premium Member Princess Waltz

 An enchanting little royal princess,
In her beautiful red velvet dress embroidered with gold trim,
Forming designs of vines full of leaves mistletoe,
She wears her red patent shoes with gold buckles to match her dress,
A red velvet ribbon weaved in her long braided ebony black shiny hair
Bound in an elegant bow at the end

Listening to music of The Kaiser-Walzer in her mind
Waltzing like a blossom in the breeze 
To the heavenly music with her imaginary friend in the Ballroom of the castle

Around the dance floor, she moves in delight to the tempo, 
With slow glides and turns
    Graceful, elegant long flowing movement that she never grows tired of
With her imaginary friend to the music of Kaiser-Walzer



  11/23/2014
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Morning Walk In Spring

Oh man! Just go out and see, nature has created a picturesque scenery. Tree are birthing leaves, fruits and flowers. It is green and colourful. Light breeze is blowing, birds are mating, sun is warm and welcoming. Flowers are dancing to the tune of wind, birds are singing melodic music to woo their mates. Watch exquisitely crafted butterflies fluttering by, observe how they drink nectar from flowers. Bumblebee is busy collecting honey. In trees, squirrels can be seen scampering. Look for nests, small fragile young ones, featherless beauties, mother feeds them with her beak. Watch the changing colours of sun, shimmering noon, unobscured by clouds. Shut down your electronic devices, go out and enjoy.  Collect as many wonderful memories as possible. Life is short, tomorrow uncertain!

dove with worm in beak
sun and moon deck the sky~
jasmine scent fills air

19th March, 2021
Inspired by SpringTime Haibun contest by M.L. Kaiser
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
13th position of 22 placement of 35 entries
Form: Haibun

Premium Member The Side Effects Of Evil: Part 1

An excerpt from my new short story:

Contributing factors, however, are deemed as an assortment embracing negativity and were reinforcements for the young idealist. Granted to resonate by the dark lord was his underlying purpose. The premise has been appropriated. Likewise, the preceding groundwork was properly shoveled underneath. A particular young idealist realigns his outlook and foresees his fresh novel and still sought-after directive. Politics was a voracious subject, not so much academically, but it's a side subject welcomed by scholars considering it just as an extra curriculum. The topic may have been reworded, but his inner values sustain him representing his singular verbiage that goes on unwaveringly. As his agenda gathers momentum, attracting newcomers who realign their political views with his, draws the attention of the local region. Soon thereafter, the rest of the country will be on the ball, by way of his name. His political point of view which framed him since birth, now frames a country. The dark lord is on the rise bearing gifts purposed for an original firstborn. Introduced into a split family valued life of pluses and minuses, and compounded with his educational woes, evil's birthright was given a unique name. Historians, during their early stages, were amidst the golden glow of a virgin Europe, circa 1900.

It would later serve as a guide for his yet-to-be, future. WWI military losses for the Central forces were; 4,386,000, with; 3,700,000 civilian casualties. The Russian Empire conceded to the Bolsheviks Revolution who then executed the Imperial family. Military losses for the Allied forces were; 5,525,000, with; 4,000,000 civilian casualties. The German Empire ended after Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated his throne on November 9th, 1918. Two days later on the 11th of November 1918, The Peace Armistice was signed by the newly formed, German Republic, and the Soviet Union. The end of WWI left a highly decorated Adolf, wholly confident and sharply experienced.
Form: Narrative


Getzen Kaiser Template

Who are you and what is
                                          what role 
                           what  goal and position
                               what are you trying to do.
                         the chores of acquisition chorest thee
                               What instruction do you have.
                                   Dutiful might you labor
                         what are your instructions might you
                          find opposition what measure gives
                                       you right to speak
                                these as trained or untrained
                                   might who's labors be vain
                                            and rewarded
                                   the decadence of perfection
                              or Amestecator might speak thee
                                    that the mound before ye
                                          is a sorted bunch
                                     what rebridges each end
                                           upon motivation
                                        might we understand
                                    yet then when thou leaves'
                                         what is my direction
                                     the texture and dynamics
                                               and form
                                           what labors me.
                                        consistent and concern
                                        the chores of acquisition
                                          the high price we are
                                              debted to pay
                                     labor ye that chorest to         
                           the trumpets of evening summons us 
                           Artley's fiancce no doubt her name Allus
                             Dusmanos she had sorted the bunch
                               these compositions speak her as loved
                                    t nights alone she shall
                       be Razbunator and Rau and even Nepasator
                                   to speak clear and persistent
                                         in her point of view
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Spring Ritual

Spring will forever be the time for renewals when brisk fresh air invigorates our drowsy muse. Tickling every inner child, beckoning them to come out for a playdate. And ever so gleefully we crack open the treasure chest of possibilities, dust it off to see what gems we can uncover.



                                                                             dawn of
                                                                             fresh beginnings
                                                                             old shoes new paths



AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on March 7, 2021 for contest SPRINGTIME HAIBUN sponsored by M.L. KAISER  -  RANKED 1ST
Form: Haibun

Premium Member A Stroll On the Path

pleasantly chilly morning - patio is inviting! walking through the narrow path close to my house, soaking sunlight...feels heart-warming after a snowy harsh winter. browned Leaves sprawling on both sides of the pathway, waiting to return to the earth...as we do...soil wet and muddy. a yellow breast Warbler bravely approaches me - as if inviting to have a polite engaging  conversation. I enjoy mornings with birds, bees and butterflies. Never before noticed each and every bird has charming patterns on their wings - as if they want to showcase their beauty in a pageant. 

                                        stroll peaceful in sun
                           tranquil path strewed with brown leaves
                                       friendly warbler meets

slowly my path was leading me to the direction of a river bank...find more spring-birds on my way. robin and oriole are busy building their intricate nests...looked at the chartreuse sky and spotted a returning flock of geese. it's almost Spring - the season we are anxiously looking forward to...nature awakens the poet in us. 
  
                                            rebirth of beauty
                                          nature reawakening
                                                rejuvenation


                                             March 19, 2021 
                                  Springtime Haibun Poetry Contest 
                                          Sponsor: M.L. Kaiser

                                                FIRST  PLACE
                    A Brian Strand "Your Pick" Poetry Contest (July 9,2021)
Form: Haibun

Mr Clown

He is about five feet three inches high,
his head is half-bald and remaining hairs are gray,
though original color of the hairs was dark brown.

He wares mustache that both ends are pointed 
and rolled up like Kaiser Wilhelm; however, 
his mustache is somewhat thinner than that of Kaiser’s.  
He has brown eyes and sharply nose.

Although he is a short, his body structure is upper range of
medium built. He is not wearing glasses in his daily routine; 
nevertheless, he wears glasses while he is working 
at bench. In addition to the glasses he even wears 
a pair of goggle type magnifiers on his forehead.

When he talks, he slightly shakes his head.
And if he is in exiting mood, he even shakes more.
He was a forsaken child brought up in a slum.
He was an abandoned child never knew the parents’ love.  

Nonetheless, his most unique characteristic that makes him different from others is that he loves to play a clown, because his heart is filled with tears that to be hidden behind thickly-painted makeup; because his heart is full of concealed grudges that to be glossed over with the funny  gesture.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Think Well

Everybody says
money is the root of all evil
yet we tried a system of trading
swapping your products, service

for the goods and food you require
imagine the effort required 
to make enough trades 
to supply your needs for a week

money was created 
as an evolution of progress 
money in itself is not evil
greed and abuse is evil

Money is just a tool
the lifeblood of society
taking our products 
from one person to another


In the human body 
every cell receives 
the required amount 
of blood to survive 

yet human society 
fails to share 
the required resources 
of the planet

every cell every human
requires the money
that allows people to survive and thrive 
in our progressive world 

we all demand our own culture 
our own nation 
our own country
but we are all human beings

apart of one planet 
one world 
one human race 
granted we all have different ideas

different dreams 
we all fight for our children to survive
we all want to enjoy life
we all have our own conflicting needs 

but surely between the conflicting needs
we can find a compromise
work towards the dream of peace and equality
to continue down the path of war

Is to create our own destruction
if we release every nuclear bomb
the gas clouds surrounding the earth
would destroy crops nuclear poisoning 

putting every surviving human through hell
with today's ability to design automatic weapons
the technology we possess could carry on killing
long after we were all gone

The first world war was created By Gravillo Princip
but the German Kaiser Wilhelm ll
also wanted to build an empire
England was fighting with Ireland 

with Germany supplying weapons to Ireland
Russia was not prepared for war
weapons and infrastructure
far inferior to a prepared German Army

The Kaiser believed he could win
instead, he lost his country 
Hitler Thought he could win Instead he lost
England went into debt 

World war two technology-wise 
we went for propeller airplanes
into the creation of jet engines and rockets
weapons of mass destruction and atomic bombs

What would we design with a third world war
automatic weapons artificial intelligence
the science fiction of comic books 
could become the reality of our death
think well before we jump into the abyss of stupidity
Form: Narrative

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