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Premium Member Anticipatory

Inspired by “Poems and Poets” by Anne Winter

“For once in my life,
I want to be a poem” — Anne Winter


If I were a poem
could my poem be a poet?
If such could be done
who besides me would know it?

If my poem—as a poet—wrote something new
could I as a poem be the other poem too?
Or would I simply exist on a document list
along with other poems that coexist?

(As a poem I would be …)

Living on the edge of poetry forms’ parameters
Running ever changing rapids of trochees and iambs
Line dancing varied rhythms of iambic pentameters
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM ad infinitum

Dancing two-step footles with the poem of my dreams
Braving slalom ski runs of Klein’s Vase Verse 
Climbing lofty peaks of Heroic Crown of Crowns 
Then doing it all over again in reverse

(I do have a poetic license you know …)

I think of such thoughts from time to time
when my muse is confused and obtuse
Especially when finding it hard to rhyme
my head flooded with thoughts most abstruse

What would it take for me to be a poem
vice versa my poem to be poet?
The very next time my muse starts to roam 
I’ll try to find out—don’t you know it!
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Not Fragile

I measure time now in heartbeats
When I hold open a door, I treasure the smile
Humanity, me or all of you, I do not know
I know I am walking the last mile

So now knife in hand
I cut a hole in my heart
Crimson blood flows like ink
To empty pages below

Yes I write with blood
Of tales long gone
Dreams yet to be
Of travels longed overseas

This crazy heart
Drained of life and bodily fluids
Black and deadened
Ugly as the sins once committed

Once I was crazy on you
When sunny days seemed round the bend
Now my thoughts linger, caressed along a sleek pen
A poets thoughts, drowned in his own blood

For Nikko Heads

If I win, I will put my bikini in my bin, I will go for to romp promptly.
If I fly to my gritty city, I will fry, but I will not cry.
If I win, I will cling to my kitty
I will bring my roll on, or I will pong.  
I took it not to prolong my pong.

I will try it on; I knit for my Witty Kitty, 
Kitty I will not cry, for you I will try,
To buy you promptly, but not too quick
I will not buy you fowl nor cock to boil, 
Look for you Kitty, bonito, no colic.

You will fill your cocky colon, my bionic witty Kitty. 
Bonito, not wing of cock, I will bring from my city.
I try for you, my own witty Kit.
I try to work on your colon, now you know it.
I try not to prolong your locomotion you know
Not in circumlocution I go.
To zip it up now I put it into motion.
My Kitty, My bikini, I will put in my bin.

Premium Member Ugly Swan, Pretty Frog

I had wings that flopped here and there
She had legs that spread in the air
She jumped for joy each time I swooned
Even I tripped all over by noon

She would lick all my wounds away
I the ugly swan would shyly play
This beautiful frog with her heart on fire
She heated the very essence of my desire

My wings were clipped from early on
If I tried to fly I only flipped and tumbled
All the other swans did laugh
So alone I was left to fend for myself

She the frog, ever so kind
She took all my pain right out of my mind
So an impulse struck me from I don’t know where
I kissed this frog, right then and there

A princess appeared before my eyes
She smiles and kisses me on the lips
A miracle of sorts did transpire
As we flew away on my wings of desire


Note: Ancient Proverb: A Malaysian Swan never flies far before he drowns

Premium Member My Little Green Lizard

Today I caught a little green lizard
He was the best one I have ever seen.
I caught him in my lizard-catching net,
He was poised, confident, polite and clean.

His vocabulary was amazing.
He used words like falcon, asinine, and verbose.
His manners were impeccable,
They would astound you coast-to-coast.

His stories caught us by our guts,
And threw our feelings in the air,
They made us laugh and chuckle
Brother Lee fell off his chair.

Tomorrow I will get him licensed,
Purchase him a red-silk-lined top hat and cape,
I will get him certified and tattooed,
The best pet I have had since Homer, my pet ape.

Today I caught a little green lizard,
I will enjoy his exotic stories day by day,
Having a pet is expensive, and wearing,
But worth it in every kind of way.


My Parting Gifts

Knock, knock , We are from the poetry soup asylum we need to go now !

Well my dearest daughter what can I say 
One day you will find a handsome man who will want to whisk you away
He will shower you with compliments  and promise you the earth
But please remember this me dear it hurts less falling off a bridge .

Well my dearest wife what can I say 
I am having to go away today so divorce me if you like
I have at least 10,000 pounds sat there in the bank
Feel free to go and play my dear as I will not be coming out
so wifey nipped the shops  and bought a pair of shoes
As shoes can change your life you see just ask Cinderella

Well by dearest son what can I say 
I advice to you is buy a ship today  so you can sail away
the ships name should be relation, why ? did I hear you say  
as this will be the only relationship that will not hurt you in any way  


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Reading the Old Fashioned Way

Why... just yesterday
where webbed wide world troubles
     seemed so far away,
that would hove bin Monday
(October first tooth
     house sand eight
     teen), i.e. yea all
     ready yes tar day

immediately found me ah say
comfortably, yet (gnome
     min Ellie squirreled away)
seated on lawn chair a lay
ying when tired noggin sinks
     deeply buried amidst pillows, may
find me submerged clay
mare ring with fervent eagerness,

     and minimal delay
to soak in contents of the latest
     issue of TIME magazine
     came in the mail, hooray
which information periodically,
     I always eagerly await
     akin to puppy at play
time, though occasionally,

     an issue doth
     not arrive so okay
lack of receiving timely enjoyable
     enlightening material,
     no reason to nay
say United States
     Postal Service pray
tell, an alternate option avails

     to peruse online
     contents, aye vay
their experience, the
     smooth paper texture
this "FAKE" snoop
     doggy dog tags
     online medium deplore
able, cuz lack of poor

lee no comparison versus
     cozying up with pages
     as wood burning
     stove doth roar
these fingers can turn more
appealing than straining, whar
only with great effort,
     aye wreck kin and,

     unable to ignore
     eyes coon sitter
     this quite a chore
to lean in attempting
     with difficulty to explore
(with scrunched brow, and
     squinting myopic ocular orbs)
     scroll thru webpage,

     while ma back
     also feels strained, nor
ken nigh, yet favors
     the hard copy
     visa vis discovering significant
     global and local happenings,

     (which affinity also applies
     to The Nation magazine),
     yet latter noticeably more
brashly appealing tummy with
     righteous leftist political
     leanings bobbing along bon jour.

Premium Member Me Myself and I

Your gone just a memory
You left without a goodbye
But misery loves company
The company of Me Myself and I

Your gone, alone you thought I'ld be
But you forgot about us three
Not once did one of us cry
Not Me, Not Myself, Not I

With our clever conversations, I'll get by
Without you I can survive
A lover's moon won't make me shy
I can share it with, Me Myslef and I

But somehow no matter how much I try
There's something missing deep down inside
That longing to be by your side
Gets the best of Me Myself and I

Misery loves company
And alone I do cry
Please come back to us broken hearted three
Me Myself and I

Rocket Man

Lost in time and lost in space
Separated from the human race
It gets so hard to breath up here
Orbiting through this atmosphere

I did not truly understand 
What all was involved with Rocket Man

The World below is just a globe
Staring time away out this lone port hole
I miss my family I miss my friends
The normality in which I once lived

But space and science called out my name
Now here I am as Rocket Man

I wonder do they remember me 
Am I the falling star that used to be
Moving out beyond in bounds and leaps
No more now than a distant memory

This new frontier, this no man's land
Never to come down again
This certainty wasn't in my plan
This lonely orbit as Rocket Man

Raindrops

Imagine yourself as a raindrop
 Sharing space in a cloud 
Will I be part of a morning shower 
Or the member of an angry crowd 
Will I fall to earth on a gentle breeze 
Or ride the currents of a storm 
Will I be cool or refreshing
 or steamy muggy and warm 
Will I bounce upon some rooftop
 Or touch the leaf of a tree 
Rising along a storm surged tide 
Seeking some way to be free
 Will I kiss the petals of a daisy
 And glisten in the sun
 Or fall into a lazy pond 
That has no where to run
 Will I gently touch the soft brown earth 
Searching to find my roots
 Attach myself to a passerby
 Who is wearing rubber boots 
Will I find myself in a glass
 as part of a lemonade
Or settled in a sheltered ditch 
As a puddle in the shade 
A raindrop's life is ongoing
 Like the angels tears Caressing the earth
 Rising once again into the sky
 Clouds symbolize rebirth
 Just imagine it for a moment 
And think of the rainbow in flight 
A raindrop divided into colors
Bathed in heavenly light

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