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Haunting Love

"A love so tender that it cannot be expressed 
                   in word and mak's the heart ache because of it.”   


              


                                  Sweet half-forgotten memories
                         Resurrected with the whisper of your name
                               A love that could never be tamed
                                              Wild and free
                        My magnificent obsession, my eternal flame
                 Etched upon my heart a love that cannot be written, 
     A haunting that grips my heart with a palpable waves of longing
                      Inevitably changed... never to be the same



 by:    Lori MCClure 
for  A Poem Please


Savage Heart Wolfman In Love

With unnatural restraint he quells his primal urge

Guarding something of himself; half man, half wolf

Languished captive, no hope of escape

The power of love grows stronger still

Helpless, against his own will.

Inflamed with savage desire

He catches a glimpse of her through the trees

With a wildly pulsating heart he rises to meet her

Unquenched desire rises as he lifts his head high

Sorrow overwhelms him as he lets out his howling cry.

He gazes upon her, his savage heart softened and tamed 

by her golden flame as he beholds her face etched upon the moon


written by Lori McClure
contest: Wolfman in Love

Surrendering Forever

Two hearts surrender
                                      To what can no longer be
                                  A ravaged heart self-deceived

                                        Desire out of breath
                                 Passion’s fever now grows cold
                                    Our words have fallen silent
      
                                       
                                         Grief akin to pain
                                        Surrendering forever
                                    Past the point of no return.

   written by: Lori McClure
       contest : Relationship Break-ups
Form: Choka

Premium Member THE BEAT POETS BEAT

THE BEAT POETS BEAT
In the heart of San Francisco, Beat poet and publisher, Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights bookstore shines bright, where words dance like shadows and the Beat poets ignite the night/
October 7, 1955 history takes a breath and five souls step onto the stage at Gallery Six, defying convention, flirting with death/
Allen Ginsberg, with fire in his eyes, unleashes “Howl” with a thunderous cry, a manifesto of madness and a rebellion against the lie/
Philip LaMantia, haunted, reads to his dead friend, his poetry, weeping, echoing a voice that refuses to bend/
Michael McClure paints images, Gary Snyder sings with the trees and Philip Whalen whispers wisdom, each line a gust of the breeze/
Jack Kerouac, a slick cat, the pulse on the side, cheering from the sidelines at the Six, his heart a drum, a ride, his “Beatitude” was full of pride/
Man, he was having a poet’s blast and wrote about that first gig of Beat poets at Gallery Six in The Dharma Bums/
Dig it people, Kerouac was a hipster and juicehead all rolled into one, his words will last into the beat of a new jazz thing/
The rhythm of jazz where poetry flows and grows, drunk poetry fans are lost in the haze, sipping inspiration, caught in the craze/
So, dig the jazz of Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker, Miles, Diz, and Monk where each note is a heartbeat, each beat a junkie’s funk/
Bebop intertwines a new vision in the structure of their poet dreams, crazed improvisational jazz solos are a tapestry of spoken word screams/
So let us raise a glass to words unchained, to the Beat Generation, where poetry reigned/
The echoes of City Lights, let their legacy shine bright, for in the lines of their verses we find our voice, our fight/
© Tony Adamo  Create an image from this poem.

Tis Torture and Not Mercy

Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
  
 Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee. 
 
 What shall then quell passions pursuit? 

Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused. 

 Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.

Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.

Every hope is but vain indeed.

I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name. 

Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand

False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue

In silence and tears mine days spent  with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips 

and arms that shall never forget.

Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!

written by Lori McClure


Premium Member Abby and Jake

An enterprising widowed woman is Abby McClure.
She owns and operates a lumberyard, and is financially secure.
Her sister Maxine can't stand to see Abby unattached.
She knows a man named Jake Iverson, and gets them matched.
Jake has a daughter, and Abby has three boys.
All of the children are considered great joys.
However, the marriage requires everyone to make adjustments.
This puts this newly-formed family into unusual predicaments.
Do you think this union will work out successfully?
All you have to do is watch the movie.

Based on the 1968 film "With Six, You Get Eggroll"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Good Samaritans By the Hundreds

"Woman raises over $315K for homeless veteran . . ."  ABC News Nov '17

			
A homeless man with only twenty dollars to his name,
a sincere good Samaritan with no designs on fame,
observed a stranded woman near the interstate one night
and knew he had to be the one to remedy her plight.

When she remained in her locked car, just as he asked, he went,
to buy a can of gasoline. She must have thought God sent
an angel to her rescue. She and many more would show
they could be good Samaritans as well, and all would know

compassion thrives in many hearts. No matter how stone-cold
the world may seem, there still remain those willing to be bold
in giving. Kate McClure set up a GoFundMe account;
a throng of caring people raised a sizeable amount.

They want to see this ex-fire fighter/vet back on his feet.
They feel that Johnny Bobbitt rates a life beyond the street.
Sometimes one person’s actions serve as catalysts that lead,
as in this case, to numerous kind and noteworthy deeds.

Topic 6: Newspaper Headline
 
 
Johnny Bobbitt, age 34 at the time, was also a paramedic. He fell on hard 
times due to personal issues. 

April 26, 2018, entered in Jamie Pan's Interesting Contest 3
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lockdown Humour

TED

A cheating farmer called Teddy McClure
Thought that his wife knew but he wasn't sure
Oh boy she knew alright
Cos when he took a bite
Of his sandwich it contained pig manure... 

AMY

A flat chested girl called Amy Sparrow 
Went for a boob job down in Palermo
Now cant keep her back straight 
Because of the dead weight 
And she now has to use a wheelbarrow... 

FLYING HERD

Have you ever thought what if cows could fly 
Imagine ducking as a herd flew by
You'd have to wear a hard hat
Or risk being hit by a pat 
And goggles in case you're hit in the eye... 

THE LOVERS

Two lovers went in the woods all alone 
Lots of oohing and aahing and a moan
They're on Utube on show
And what they didn't know 
Someone filmed them from above with a drone... 

FRED DYER

Did you hear about poor Freddie Dyer 
Fell and mangled his manhood on barbed wire 
His bits they couldn't save
But opera fans rave
His falsetto singing in the choir...



Written 29th April 2020.
Form: Limerick

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