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Burning Angel

Like all the fools before me and the blind that wait their turn.
Ive been to play within my hell and watched an angel burn.
The contrast of such beauty on a once angelic face,
Now the grimace of such evil killing all to win the race.
I treated her like royalty as if she wore a crown,
Looking back i realise i was just a courtroom clown.
The signs were there ,
I didnt care,
Blinded without sight.
I dealt the jack and got it back,
Then lost the final fight.
Even now i catch my thoughts drifting into space,
I pull back in to realise that im smiling at her face.
The lonesome touch or passing glimpse would make me feel so high.
The only comfort left now is in my tears each time i cry.
Like all the fools before me and the blind that wait thier turn,
Watch how love can make you whole,
 And watch how angels burn.
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Premium Member Thank You

When in the course of human events;
When in the course of human kindness;
When such kindness is of a divine variety;

It necessitates acknowledgement of such goodness,
and to give pause and thanks to the blessings of God;
to behold the beauty of God through mere mortals;
to never take anyone or anything for granted,
and to be ever deeply grateful to the Almighty.

With this in mind, here's thanking you for who you are,
which gives cause for what you do.  Here's thanking you for                          
all you have done for us, time and time again, in innumerable ways.         Most recently, for providing us with such exquisite accommodation         across six states and over 2000 miles. Our dear, beloved, and               forever friends, you made us feel like royalty all the way home.

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Premium Member Did You Know Goldens Can Talk

When us dogs lie there and stare up at you

What do you think we're thinking

Are we thinking whatever you say I agree with

Because you feed us every day without fail

We don't have hands, these paws are useless

For opening bags or cans

Tried biting the lid off early last month

Needed stitches, trouble eating for quite a while

What! Are you surprised we know what a month is

I'm not just your average pet you know

I'M A GOLDEN RETRIEVER

We're a special breed, just want all humans to know that

Us guys should be treated like royalty

We love everybody and don't mean to knock people down

We get a little over excited at times

Mean no harm, hoped your stay in the hospital

Would be short and you'd come out as good as new

Us dogs... sorry, us Goldens are a special breed

We don't associate with other less sophisticated breeds

Well, now that I've completely blown your mind

Perhaps next time we talk you'll have recovered

One thing before I go mute again

It'll be enough when wifey finds out I can talk

So I won't tell her about what I saw in the hospital

About the way you were ogling dear nursey-poo

For an extra bone and a sufficient amount of doggie treats

I'll keep this OUR little ole secret

WOOF! WOOF!



© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Help Wanted

My Imaginary Restaurant 


In my restaurant I would make 
dishes that feed the soul.

It would be a place for the young
and the old.

All are welcome. The only require-
ment is that you are part of the 
human race.

On second thought there's a place
for your pet's as well.

I will not turn away the poor, I have
special seat for you. 

You will be treated like royalty here
and your soul will be fed.

Your seat will be adjacent to the 
rich. Every one gets treated the 
same here.

Help wanted, I'm looking for like
minded people who don't mind 
working in a place such as this.

I can't pay you for your services.
Hopefully you will be satisfied with "
your act of kindness" being your
pay.

I got to go now, I have to make a big pot
of "love".



09-27-16
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Cheese Monster

I remember 
dancing for joy 
Sitting on an open shelf 
This beautiful maiden 
Strolls into the shop 
As my eyes whistled 
She picked me up 

Holding me in her hands 
Smiling down at me 
Excited 

Oh I love 
Words had trembling effect 
with this cheese 

Taking me home 
You took a little bite 
A little taste
Nibbling 
Out of me 
Lips softly grin
bursts in flavour 
Almost cheesy 
Licking delicious 

Opening a door 
You placed me 
on top shelf 
Felt like royalty 
Lights out wow 

The last face 
I remembered 
Ever so beautiful 
Weeks pass 
Feeling almost 
out of date 
Left in the dark 

A smell started 
Pungent in fungus hair 
Taking over 
almost septic 
Crawling green 
in mildew 

Beautiful maiden 
Awaiting you in dreams 
You open the door 
Squealing out 
Monsters 
frightened in the fridge 

All I done 
was shout cheese 
Smile darling 
I am 
all yours 
Sweet love 

Thrown in a black plastic bag 
Broken hearted suffocating 
with the rubbish 

Shouting walking away 
That's me done 
With cheese 

It was so sad 
The green hairy 
old monster 
Began crying 
Now smile 
for cheese 

As you will not like 
To see the ugly side 
Of the green 
hairy old 
Cheese monster


Bridge over Styx

Just like that —
Bridges fall hard 
Like a pile of sticks 
In your backyard 
Against deceit,
Be on your guard
And of betrayal, be wary 

A bond that lasted 
Twenty years 
One day, wake up —
Disappears 
A shroud of darkness,
Anger and tears 
Like a coal mine eating a canary 

So don’t look down — 
When you’re crossin’ that mighty Styx
And your friends line up for the gauntlet
As they try to get in their licks 

A friend in need?
Who needs that?
Inconvenience 
Is like old hat 
And we won’t sit where 
Poor dupes have set 
On the idiot stools of loyalty 

Yeah, selfishness
Is a better bet 
Bet the coins on your eyes
What you can get 
From the shore of memory, 
The sun will set 
And each of us will feel like royalty

So don’t look down 

Tryin’ to make a safe passage
Into later life 
But holdin’ onto old relationships 
Is like standin’ on a sharpened knife 

No don’t look down — 
You’re crossin’ that River Styx
Where your friends line up for the gauntlet
Tryin’ to get in last licks
Form: Epyllion

Premium Member Woof Woof

When us dogs lie there and stare up at you
What do you think they're thinking
Are they thinking whatever you say I agree with
Because you feed us every day without fail
We don't have hands, these paws are useless
For opening bags or cans
Tried biting the lid off early last month
Needed stitches, trouble eating for quite a while
What! Are you surprised we know what a month is
I'm not just your average pet you know
I'M A GOLDEN RETRIEVER
We're a special breed, just want all humans to know that
Us guys should be treated like royalty
We love everybody and don't mean to knock people down
We get a little over excited at times
Mean no harm, hoped your stay in the hospital
Would be short and you'd come out as good as new
Us dogs... sorry, us Goldens are a special breed
We don't associate with other less sophisticated breeds
Well, now that I've completely blown your mind
Perhaps next time we talk you'll have recovered
One thing before I go mute again
It'll be enough when wifey finds out I can talk
So I wont't tell her about what I saw in the hospital
About the way you were ogling dear nursey-poo
For an extra bone and a sufficient amount of doggie treats
I'll keep this OUR little ole secret
WOOF! WOOF!

Premium Member My Time With An Oscar Winner

Pangiota’s Personal Meeting with Oscar Winner,
George Chakiris of “West Side Story”…. 1961


You were alarmingly affable and delightful.
Accepting, and so very, very sweet,
To have a special-one on one with you.
Heavenly, and nearly swept me off my feet!


I had asked the club host, if I could meet with you.
He went to check and said, surely, after he 
finished his act.
I pinched my forearm hard, to see if I were dreaming, 
or was this real and a fact.
The audience, that night listened to your charming 
songs and storiries, with a divine glue.


I had seen you so many times in the original movie-musical, 
West Side Story.
Your ability to charm and audience and put them at ease, 
was 
something I wanted tolearn. 
My stomach got all a bubbly and began to churn.
The very idea, that I was about to meet you
face to face, made we gleam with glory.


Escorted to your dressing room, I felt like royalty~
a precious princess!
The door opened and there you were, far more handsome 
than on a movie screen.
I asked for tips on how to relate to an audience, 
as he did it with such a magical sheen!
George was not only affable, but a shining ship of
finesse!


I was not with George, very long, but he was welcoming 
and so majestically charming.
I wondered what he thought of me, the brunette, in the 
lush,green velvet beret!
Meetings like this, so enchanting, after all,do not happen 
everyday.
But I welcome such events with open arms and find them….
anything but alarming!


Notes. George Chakiris, as Bernardo,won an Oscar for best 
supporting actor with Natalie Wood as Maria, in the Leonard 
Bernstein musical, “WEST SIDE STORY, “ 1961.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Happy Turkey Day

Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging, along with all the rest

Our feathers that we fan out are fabulous
A wattle hanging from our beaks are sabulous
A sign of power, we are just like the omnivores
Our relatives, are the dinosaurs- Buitreraptors
Fierceness and courage are our personality 
We stroll about with our plumes, like royalty
Cocks prance ‘round like an Indian Sundance
Our totem spirit animal symbol is abundance

The main stars we are, during the holidays
Butterballs, cooked in many delicious ways
KellyBronze Birds, 16 lbs. are the Rolls-Royce
We are a source of nourishment, for your choice
As you zest us, and massage us use a rind
Of Valencia, naval, or blood orange of a kind
Try a pink, or white coarse salt as a brine
Take a minute with Chablis, a glass of wine

A seasoned cornbread stuffing of Italian sausage, 
Golden raisins, walnuts and herbs freshly grown 
Stuff us, seal us in foil and into the oven we're 'goin
Uncover us in the last hours until we're bronzed
Golden tan on the outside, then let us cool down
Juicy is our white meat and as tasty as our brown
When you give thanks today and put us on display
Don’t forget to show us gratitude, s'il vous plaît
                 We are noble birds!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

For So Dear a Life Keep On Fighting

You are not lying
just a bitter ache hiding
acceptance is God’s blessing
deep Faith pain healing.

*****

A mission of Love
not a call of duty! That’s beyond and above
moments in time of devotion
your acts of love, a drop from an ocean
reminiscing weary souls in youth's grasp
cherished and cradled to the last gasp.

*****

A mission of gratitude
to a soul with noble qualities imbued
a whole journey of giving
a natural spirit of caring
to a precious parent so much we owe
the power of endurance, a willow!

*****

You are not hiding a truth
you're revealing the secret of Hope, in sooth
you’re keeping the flow of fountain of youth
you just have spared words of pity and ruth.

*****

A mission of honour
a parent, a real treasure.. alive or a goner
earning parenthood and humanity
deserving of being graced by respect and dignity
treated like royalty, served with sensibility
honoured for who they were, are, have become out of Love not duty.

*****

You are not lying
you just want your loved one to keep smiling
and have a precious soul forget that an end is coming
for so dear a Life.. keep on fighting. 



November 21st, 2020
Form: Rhyme

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