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Premium Member Expiration Dates

EXPIRATION DATES - 20190122

We’ve all got inspiration dates,
But we can only guess at when.
From first breath ‘til the end,
Our lives were pre-measured by the Fates.

That doesn’t mean we can’t shorten our time
By taking risks with unhealthy lifestyles.
The Grim Reaper sadly grants no extra miles;
Life’s not a game played with overtime.

So what shall we do with the time we’ve got,
With whatever granted amount?
What shall we do to make it count?
Will our light be a nano- or a gigawatt?

All those loved-ones who share our houses-
We don’t know how long they’ve got to live!
What would you do if you did outlive
All you’re friends, children, and spouses?

Would you dwell on everything left unsaid,
Endlessly numbering your every regret.
“I wish I would have” your stone’s epithet,
Your expiration date expired, finally dead.

There’s no Marley’s ghost to give you warning.
To avoid so many pointless sorrows,
Treat all you love like they had no tomorrows.
Change your ways; start yesterday morning!


Whoops Yours Truly Almost Ditched the Missus

Whoops! Yours truly almost ditched the missus...

Who nearly knocked me upside noggin
property of self anointed Unitarian sheikh
yea... of course by accident, 
nor lame excuse accepted
playing spontaneous hide-and-seek
game, and not exactly romantic technique

to allow, enable and provide sleek
move antithetical to marriage vows
but surefire guarantee
driving marriage to brink
immediately trending toward unique
modus operandi countdown seek

your ring bachelorhood
days numbering less than week
ushering hermit age regarding,
the creator and master of Mattspeak
understandable, she did shriek
feeling abandoned, ready to freak

out, she wearing easy to identify
floppy pink hat shielding incognito pique,
she gravely mistaken for banshee
series of unfortunate events not for meek
nor "Fake" feint of heart as blunderbuss
just amazingly graced
my smooth shaven cheek.

Predicament arose after I drove
2009 Hyundai Sonata wheel hove
(we love) to established local
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
8:00 A.M. today November 19th, 2019 at:
(1405 S Township Line Rd,

Royersford, PA 19468), formerly mangrove
bajillion years ago, thine spouse strove,
while awaiting emergency brake replacement
took short hike to purchase
supplies walking within distance to:
A.C. Moore Arts and Crafts

1824 E Ridge Pike Suite 102,
Royersford, PA 19468,
mine infinite wisdom
erred when I didst prove
thyself foolish heading by jove
to aforementioned store ex post facto

getting her name paged over intercom
only to loopback to
mechanic shop mentioned above,
upon returning to 2 Highland Manor Drive
she did Potchki while anchored, berthed,
hunkered within her cove
channel surfing for favorite program.

Premium Member Ancient Alien Earthman

Ancient Alien Earthman

 
                            Captivating galaxies numbering more
                            than grains of sand carpeting a shore
                            Spheres orbiting stellar giants of yore
                            a plethora of exquisite jewels and ore

                            Humans should revel in their inclusion
                            amid a choreographed mystic creation
                            Flawlessly crafted objects of perfection
                            an orchestrated symphonic conception

                            Corroded vision envelops bigoted eyes
                            antediluvian blinders befuddle the wise
                            Deep consternations must be liberated
                            dread of unknowns willfully annihilated

                            Distant worlds peculiar and enchanting
                            purple skies bring snowflakes in spring
                            Hopefulness aroused by emerald moon
                            patiently await solar heat not monsoon

                            Wanderlust evokes interstellar journeys
                            light years away towards a dark furnace
                            Emanating celestial wonders exude elan
                            Starman greets Ancient Alien Earthman!








3/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Form: Rhyme

The Church

THE CHURCH

History always does repeats itself in an unexpected manner
This dates far back to the Israelites in the wilderness God fed with manna
After six hundred years since we heard a pope resigned
This year brings back the history; The Pope unexpectedly resigned
Whatever may be the reason, everybody has personal divergent opinions
Last time we checked, he was the head of Catholic faithful numbering 1.3 billion.

Even if all should pass away with the doctrine of the church gone
Christianity will always forever remain the hand-work of our God
Different things are bound to always happen that many do not expect
God will forsake his church, that’s one thing many ought not to expect
The key to heaven given to peter does not have a duplicate unlike normal key
In times of tribulation and confusion one thing is for sure; Jesus is the only key.

There is freedom of religion as embedded in the constitution
What happens when the church becomes a center of prostitution?
Too many countless churches; may be what Jesus Had was last lunch
No matter what the constitution constitutes; in the beginning there was one church
What happened to the one church? Nobody cares to ask that rhetorical question
All said and done; do we serve the same God? That’s all to this rhetorical question.


										…Lordvip…
Form: Couplet

Designer Blues

If it aint broke don’t fix it,
A well known old saw
Which these modern days
They just seem to ignore.
Does the Designer ever use
The things they design
Or is it just a case of disrupting 
So many lives like mine?

That new housing developed
At such a huge public cost
With a daft way of street numbering 
Even the Postman gets lost.
The streets are so mixed up
There’s no idea where you are,
With communal parking lots so
Its very easy to lose a car.

The rooms are so small
You can’t swing a cat.
The Designer won an award
For designing stuff like that.
It’s full of young families
And young gangs hold sway
For they didn’t provide areas 
For the children to play
.
There are greened areas
Making me wince as I pass
At the many signs saying
No Ball Games On The Grass.
Perhaps, just a thought,
They’d take a little more care
If, fora year at least,
They had to live there.

But the one i really want to meet
In a back alley there on their own
The one who devised the Automated 
Machine that answers the telephone.
The music is appaling but
What i really despsie and hate
Being told my call is important
As i waint and wait and wait.

Why cant they beggar off
And just leave things alone
If they want to disrupt lives 
Let it be just their own.
Perhaps there’ll come a day,
As their transgressions mount,
That people will protest
And bring them to account.,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Pandemonium

P ain   devastation engraved on townsfolk’s faces
A s  vile earthquake raked homes, claimed lives;
N othing but trauma lashed  this chaotic scene
D eaths numbering ten, forty, and hundreds rose as
E mergency  aid  dragged from crushed infrastructure.
M inutes after, a city once rich endured shock-waves
O f confusion, famine and loss... each groan unbearable;
N ameless bones piled under rocks of torment… O children 
I n a stupor, looked for their mothers     freezing, pining,
U naware of a 7.2  grill  flattening a paradise to the ground…
M isery! Misery only nature can tell, but she answered not.



8..04..2016
John Hamilton's Pandemonium Contest

~ The 2013 Bohol earthquake in the Philippines was one of the
fiercest disasters  to hit the country since 1990. Famous landmarks
and attractions were destroyed, with 671,103 families affected. ~
Form: Acrostic

Sweet Whispers

He asked her to be his acquaintance
she smiled and spoke of the words
he used.
he said to her if my camp again to win
you over is successful then these words
might help to define or redefine what
is needed in our relationship to help in
those times of creativity.
She smiled again, than if i'm seeking offers
from others do you think these words would
put you over?
In all fairness anyone who preseeds me might have
a greater chance of soothing you into a relationship
what lacks perfection is often spoken into doubt
yet the togetherness of obligation respoils the need 
of being as one. You are a babbler she said. foolish 
Undefine it sounds intelligent but once I sift through
the definitions it might crumble beneath my feet..
Must one toil when the task is to love and be love
that the other might be loved in return?
 Moments and moments she said each
more special than the other, might than I'll understand?
Often called rumination or overthinking, the chore
of doing tires. Numbering the days ahead might leave
 you lonely, she told him. He answered saying only,
 what wonders the night, might the two wish each others
company.Scherzo a light playful smirk she smiled with
 a glaring glee. You enjoy working against yourself.


Juxtaposition
--------------------
She went out of way to be different and noticed.
I loved her walk and the way she allowed  herself noticed.
" That plain sleeveless spaghetti strap: why do so many
sexy women love hawaiian beaches. I meet a gorgeous Gal
on the shores of Oahu. I applauded the designers
as much as this lovely woman." The Wow's for a Pretty Woman.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Too Busy Complaining About Texas To Take Care of Business Back Home

New York State voters just voted down
          Same-day Voter Registration
        leaving New York less progressive than
          nineteen other states in our fair nation * 

        Universal Vote-by-Mail was also nixed
          putting New York in a real pickle of a fix
        Alas, now her ballot-box rules are not as up-to-date
          as woke states like California, numbering eight **

        Of course, no one dares say a peep about
          the performance of P.C. Governor Kathy Hochul ***
        She seems not to have taken the pulse
          of her state's deplorable local yokels



        _______________________________________________
           *Source: Ballotpedia.org
         **Source: thinkcivics.com
        ***Pronounced 'Hokle'

Premium Member The Sin Question

"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone", said The Master.                                                                             Her accusers walked away, leaving the offender alone with The Master.                                                                       Like our own, the sins of David are more than meets the eye, and I suspect                                                                     if walls could talk, all the universe would cry. But God has been known to highlight certain sins for the record of man. We are then left without excuse, and all the world can clearly understand. David's sin of adultery with Bathsheba reveals the problem of LUST, and adultery follows lust like hunger pains before a forbidden meal. David's sin of murder against Uriah reveals the problem of FEAR, and fear is often the antecedent and driving force of murder.                                                          
David's sin of numbering his people reveals the problem of PRIDE. The sin was not about the census, but the 'Big I' and the 'Big Me' inside. And pride is one of the seven deadly sins and most destructible. Attitudes of 'Look at me and my accomplishments' are never acceptable. Such pride is one sin inherited by Adam's seed which includes all of us. Moreover, a humility that says, "Look at what the Lord is doing", is a must. David's sin of moving the Ark of the Covenant reveals the problem IGNORANCE. In all endeavors of life, without regards to motive, God is to be consulted before acting.

030520PoSp                                                                                                                                                              Inspired by James 1:14
030520PoSp                                                                                                                                                              Inspired by James 1:14
sin
Form: Verse

Premium Member President For a Day

-Dr President Lady, please  launch the nuclear war button-

I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state 
Where society thinks only men should run for president
Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill
Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar
This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary 
I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily
I'm numbering my days with the aces 
Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election
Only in a woman, you’ll find confidence and determination, 
Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise
A woman who sits down and pee's with pride
A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun

I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead,
Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons
Repaint the town white and her fingernails red
Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession

A million dollar diamond ring, 
A mink from all cultures of the globe
Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord! 
Pink ribbons of freedom, 
China can test all her might,
It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight

There she’ll be’, sit down and enjoy,
When it’s time to hear her voice, 
The bullet will miss her beautiful mind, 
She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind
Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society
Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey 

Cop Out the Republican Bully
Black Ops the Democratic Liar
For women can reach, preach, and teach,
Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind
A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come,
If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office
Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can’t launch the nuclear war button 

By:)

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