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I asked Eddy on this and he asked me who told me. I said one of the lads but I don’t want you hurting him. He was fine. I said I knew a bank robber when I was in the south before. They’re what I call alternative businessmen. They rob a bank and don’t have to be wage slaves. They know the risks and the cash is actually insured so is paid back to the bank.
There was in issue with a young Pakistani lad. Words were said as Eddy was close to a very pretty Asian lady who the lad also liked. There was a bit of pushing and shoving in the cake storage area. Later both said sorry and shook on it.
Eddy came back to work as he was fired due to an incident. This led to another display of his temper. He had a pal who had a Queen’s crown neck tattoo. They both had a row. They were ten or twenty yards apart and such was Eddy’s word that his mate took a step back! This was after he argued with the bakery manager, a woman who was like a bloke. She took it and gave it back.
Time moved on and I left the bakery. I worked briefly in Littlewoods in Shaw. And who did I see there? Eddy! My opening words to him were: “Where’s my guinea pig?”
It was cool to see Eddy there. I missed him. We chatted and I told him of the incident I saw with his pal. He said did I see it and I replied I did, all of it. It was funny looking back but Eddy could’ve hurt his pal seriously. I’m glad he didn’t.
We worked in the warehouse picking and packing orders. There was another incident with a young Pakistani guy again. Words were said and Eddy gripped him and let’s say told him off. The Pakistani reported the ex armed robber to the supervisors. The two were separated on different floors. Eddy went to the guy’s work area and ‘told him’ off again! The guy never said a bad word to Eddy ever again.
Eddy told me his dad owned a pub near where I used to live. He dad was a big fan of both Numan and Bowie, the superb 80s singers. His dad liked both the same not one over the other.
I wish I’d have spent more time talking to Eddy as he was the real deal. We civilians don’t get to meet real life gangsters very often, part of the underworld. I’m not talking about stealing cars or shop lifting. Eddy was the real deal. If he robs more banks I want him to remain free. I hope he’s fine and healthy right now. Did you know he also had an A Level in art? He was quite a guy.
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I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)
Written by Jan Allison:
Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I write about poop or a fart
But show me someone
Whose not dropped a ‘bomb’
then from poetry soup I’d depart!
Written by Lim'rik Flats:
Does art mimic life or life mimic art?
Don't ask me, I'm not too smart.
It seems the soup
Has the same poop
As watching the news (or a fart).
Drama and trauma, factions and foes,
Smiting and fighting, (hard on the nose),
Saves me the trouble
Of viewing double
Saves time, and less grief I suppose.
Written by Ray Gridley:
Raise a toast to this collaboration
Whatever your race or your nation
Just write on a whim
Lim'rick Flat's bound to grin
They are all going to be a sensation!
Written by Daniel Turner:
I know a guy called Lim'rick Flats
Writes limericks at the drop of a hat
Jan is his pal
She's quite a gal
They met in a laundry mat
Jan makes jokes about poop
he puts them in alphabet soop
drinks from the bowl
with no self control
which makes him a nincompoop
Also written by Daniel Turner:
Write all the limericks you want
but don't fart in a restaurant
people will laugh
call you riffraff
even if you're a debutante
Written by John Lawless:
oh the limerick it ain’t quite a sonnet
and the learned, they look down upon it
for they cannot grasp
its head or its ass
nor the cleansing effect of its tonic
Written by Terry Reeves:
Late for work she flew out the door
Took an express elevator to the 29th floor
Let some discreet killer farts
Nearly stopped all their hearts
Left them gagging; she'd evened the score
Written by Tim Smith:
Nonsense is here found out in the alley
Five funny lines we'll add to the tally
a smile or two
we laught till we're blue
so put out your best and join in our rally
Written by Alexis Y:
Hey what's going on in the soup?
Lim'rik Flats I want the scoop
What do you have to say?
You got poem of the day
Congrats, I shouldn't have flown the coop
Written by Jean Murray:
John is always fun.
His poems and their puns.
If you need a lift.
He has the gift.
Lim'rik Flats is number one.
psst. How could I not add this to the string? ~ john
“True love stories never have endings.” –
True happiness is a feeling. It is an immersive feeling that everything is good inside. It is not just about riches or wealth; it is a state of mind in which one has a fulfilling and satisfying feeling that his heart is truly at rest.
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half,I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Dil mein hai betaabiyan, neend udne lagi My heart is restless and I've lost my sleep
Tere khayalon se hi aankh judne lagi My eyes have started to connect with your thoughts
Har pal tumko dekha maine kehti hai meri nazar My eyes say that I've been staring at you all the time
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Saanson mein basne lagi jabse tu o jaaneja Since the time you've settled in my breaths o beloved
Apna sa lagne laga mujhko sara jahaan The entire world seems to be mine
Mehka mehka lagta mujhko khushiyon se dil ka nagar And the colony of my heart seems to be full of joy
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
Is kadar pyar hai tumse ae humsafar O my better half, I'm in love with you in such a manner that
Ab toh jeete hai hum bas tumhe dekhkar Now I live only by looking at you
Tumhari har ada, tumhari har nazar Every style of yours and every look of yours
Yeh kya kehne lagi tumhe hai kya khabar You don't know what they're saying
“ The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.” — ...
https://youtu.be/VcbzW874Qag
The Plain Guy and the Beautiful Woman
“Now would you look at that” he said to his Pal at the bar as he nudged his shoulder. “Look
at that beautiful woman and who she's with”. His pal looked over his shoulder to see one of
the most elegant women he had ever seen, arm in arm with a man rather short, balding and
rather plain looking. “He's either got money or a big slong...who knows maybe both. How
does a guy as unattractive as he is get such a woman?” replied to his friend who nudged
him. “I don't know, I just don't know.”
Hey let's have some fun, come on, follow my lead.
Hi there, I'm Fred and this is my Pal Murray. We saw the two of you come in and well, we
just had ask you both a question.
The rather plain man spoke up. “Excuse me but we don't entertain strangers with answers
to questions we know nothing about. Your both rude and condescending. Now please
leave at once.”
Fred and Murray were not easily dismissed. Hey wait a minute pal. We have an important
question to ask the lady here.
The beautiful woman leaned to her husband and whispered into his ear....and smiled.
The rather plain man spoke up again. “I believe that I know what kind of question you are
going to ask. So let me guess and see if I am correct.”
Okay Pal...go right ahead.....the two men smiled at each other.
“Let's see, you see before you a beautiful woman, yes?”
“Yeah, we do.”
“And you wonder how a rather plain man like myself might attract and yes, even marry such
a stunning creature, Yes?”
Uh...yeah...that's right.
“And you think I must be very wealthy in order for her to be with someone like me. Which is
insulting to both me and my wife. Or you think that I might possess a manly tool or both,
Yes?”
“Hey, we're asking the questions around here.”
“So let me come to a conclusion for you both”. Said the rather plain man.
“I am a well published author, I am an accomplished concert pianist and I have a genius IQ.
I enjoy fine art and find beauty in everything I see. I adore my wife with all the love and
respect that I can bestow upon her. And most of all I get her......and she gets me. Now
leave before I kick your asses up around your shoulders.”
“Oh boys,” The beautiful woman finally spoke. “And he can do it to! He's a very manly
man.”
years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin
learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose
lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one
and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for
fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go
a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
just go surf and see the game
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!
I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long.
Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong
when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved.
She ran off with my coke and money. That was wrong.
I want outta prison. Enough years have been served.
She was sent to New Orleans just to shut me down.
I ruled like I was a king, a legend in my hometown.
But that greedy French chick stole from me and fled
to New York. Did she think I was clowning around?
I knew I'd find her there, and soon she'd end up dead.
That's where Moon Knight found me to make a deal.
He was lookin for my contact, but I wouldn't squeal.
I got the best of him and knocked him into the river
after overpowering him with my muscles of steel.
He wanted my contact information, but I didn't deliver.
I found Isabelle and kept her doped up for five days,
Shot her up with drugs until her mind was in a haze.
She told me what she'd done with my coke and money,
then I stabbed her until she was dead, her eyes agaze.
That was payback, but that woman was smooth as honey.
I dumped her body on the Westside and felt no pity.
I was in a hurry to get back home to Mardi Gras in the city.
The plan was to make raids when people were at parades.
While the cops were busy, I'd get down to the nitty-gritty
then high tail it outta town and hide out in the Everglades.
But Moon Knight and his pal Frenchie, were on my trail.
They wanted to capture me before my tracks got stale,
and found me at the Fair Grounds, betting on a horse.
Tearing up a losing ticket I'd bet on a nag of a bangtail.
I fought them off and got away using strength and force.
I took shelter in a warehouse a block from Jackson Square
but there was no escaping again when they found me there.
I wasn't gonna go down easy and had my ice pick ready.
Moon Knight broke my jaw, throwing a punch with fanfare.
It brought me to my knees when my legs became unsteady.
When I'm outta this hell hole, I swear I'm gonna get even.
Been shut up in jail too long and tired of all the grievin.'
Moon Knight hasn't seen the last of Cajun Creed. Not yet.
Vengeance has kept me sane, because it's what I believe in.
You can put a C note down on that promise. Make that bet!
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Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
my makeup was fabulously light green, lips ruby red
I fit in well with the theme, witches, warlocks and the undead
the blue I had sprayed in my hair glittered like starlight
when we entered the party, a gang began a quick fight
my witch hat was pointed at an odd funny angle
could I get a dance? Just one maybe wrangle?
I looked at my husband whose nose gave a twitch.
I looked fabulous as a sexy, gorgeous young witch
my husband dressed as Dracula with cape and red tie
he watched me dance with another, we both wondered why
the rest of the night my man spun me around the floor
I had not danced in a while, my legs and heart said we wanted more.
My friend laughed at our exuberance yelled out “get a room!”
I gave her a gentle tap on the head with my yellow straw broom.
the food was delicious, the drinks were cold and refreshing.
my husband’s eyes were on me, I knew he was undressing.
funny to me, since we already had two babies at home.
the next thing I knew, I was picked up by a gnome.
The gnome ran off with me to the ladies room to gab.
she had a lot to tell me, and she wanted to blab.
this was a Halloween party provided by my school.
At our principal’s house, and he was now a fool.
Made silly by drinks, which went straight to his head.
His wife was so embarrassed, she sent him to bed.
teacher friends were dressed as goblins, super heroes, and a ghost.
We all discussed unabashedly the craziness of our elusive host.
He was a shy guy, and would be embarrassed to death about this.
A cobra slithered up to me and tried to speak with a hiss.
Nancy! I was delighted, she was my best pal at school.
She had a lot to confide about our nemesis, Mr. O’Toole.
O’Toole was walking around saying dumb things to everyone.
Speaking with Nancy about him was incredibly fun.
My husband was devouring everything off a huge silver tray.
Tidbits and appetizers in black, orange, yellow, and gray.
two jack-o-lanterns were giving me a clever candle wink.
I felt cute tonight, happy, totally energetic, and in the pink.
we had a sitter that night for the first time since our second baby.
Do you want to go home yet? I stared at my man. “No, yes, maybe.”
With two children at home under the age of two, this was a delight.
A marvelous Halloween party that made me feel happy and right.
It was a nice warm day, with warm breezes
whipping through our patio, as we sat there
taking all of this in.
Brandy my dear sweet dog looked so bored
lying there so still.
This dog loves going for a ride in the car more
than anything. So thought I would take her
over to Crown Hill Park, which was around
7 or 8 miles west of where we live.
It has a lake where you can see
the Rocky Mountains as clear as day.
This side walk goes around the lake
2 miles or so, a lovely walk on a day
such as this. Wild life can be found
at times, you never know what you
may see, filmed a coyote there one time.
You see Brandy old girl and I don't get to
do things very often as I would like to.
So today was to be an adventure for her
more than for me. She kept trying to go down
to the lake to see what was there, at times
she would just stare off into the wild blue,
thinking she saw something, but nothing was
there that I saw anyway, Many new scents
she took in today, could really tell she was having
a fun time and enjoying herself.
On the way around this lake we
met two different dogs, one dog
was with her master, only the dog
had his leash in his mouth and did
not react to Brandy and just kept walking,
very good trained dog.
The other other dog was a big dog,
as it got nearer I stopped and
held on to Brandy, the lady with her
dog stopped, her dog laid down and
would not move, it growled at
Brandy and I thought on no, dog fight,
she held her dog back, I told her
to please move on, her dog would not
move, finally it did and I felt relieved.
Later on we saw a strange looking bird
out in the middle of the lake, just sitting
on a log, it looked like a Great Blue Heron,
Brandy didn't know what to think of it,
she just stared at it for a while, then we moved on.
She does not see many strange looking birds.
Red-Winged Black Birds took time to sing Brandy
and me a few tunes, I think she
enjoyed that very much. As we headed back
toward the car, I was thinking the last time we
were here, my dog Murphy had joined us, but
today is a memory I will cherish in my heart for
a long time, an adventure just for my pal
Brandy and me.
Written 6-8-11
It was the month of June,
When the whether had changed its tune,
The rain was lashing down,
It's wrath had drenched the town.
All the human beings succumbed to their warm abodes,
All but me, who was wandering along the water filled roads,
It was dark, and a blue umbrella in my hand,
Walked on and on, till I saw a lone girl in a bus stand.
She was hopeless, she was searching for help,
Until she saw me, she ran to me with a yelp,
Without hesitating, without asking, she reached under my umbrella,
Shivering and content, she chirped "thanks, fella!".
And I saw her face, clearly,
She had scars, wounds and charred, nearly,
She was an embodiment of abuse and painfulness,
She was an incarnation of fear and grimness.
She was happy, she got a companion in me,
she was hopeful, she was blindly trusting me,
I asked her " why are you alone?",
She replied " I was always alone".
"Hope always repelled me,
Happiness is scared of me,
But I never gave up,
I always have, with poise, my chin held up".
"Evil always have wandered around me,
The aura of submission always strayed around me,
Time have shown me the most difficult phases of life,
But here I am, with memories imprinted on my face, throbbing with life".
I was numb, I was mesmerized,
She was some angel, she had me enlightened,
She was ugly in looks, but she was lovely,
Oh god! I have fallen for her, she was so lively.
Till the moment I met her,
I had called myself a loser,
I was the famous, rich and handsome, who, within was a loner,
I had lots of friends, fans, followers, but they were friends with my money, fame and my power.
"Have I seen you somewhere?" She asked me, eyes wide,
"Might have, but not relevant", I was enjoying this edified ride,
I had no destination, I just walked by her rhythms,
I had no worries, she led me softly like a calm zephyr.
And suddenly we stopped, she had reached her destination,
She smiled at me, thanked me and went away to an unknown direction,
I was blank, reached out for the rain,
It had stopped long ago, for my umbrella was completely dry.
Again I was solitary,
The cold wind stopped, which was once fiery,
I adored her, but was sorry for myself,
I wasn't good enough for her, an unfortunate pal for a fighter like herself.
K.S.Lakshmi
Each and every junction of a big city were blooding
Along with the relatives in dirty dark cabins
There was no age limit for the melancholic sobbing
Calling their lost friends, parents and cousins
They had lost their sleep-in-calm
Those innocent people were in coral
Fathers with fearless hearts were holding hard
Cuddling the soft cheeks of their little babes in arms
The Goddess of Dreams may had changed her scheduled task
It was late that night for her to scatter her pretty sham
Orr…maybe it was not her that time who spread that charm
I mean how two neighbours had that exact same mirage
“An unchanging and distant friend was the title role of those two dreams
He was inviting them to visit his city with all of their family siblings
He brought them tickets and all they need, to run this as a safe proceed
But no one saw the names on tickets, which tell the place they ready for stepping”
One got up early, hearing the sounds of bombings far
‘What’s the meaning of that dream last night? ‘ he thought much hard
He struggled a lot that day, to find out on his dreamed pal
That’s when it came like a shot, ‘your pal died’ last night in sharp
The other dreamer was quite different, he never went to its reference
He shaped his dream to the shape he wants, adding his family’s future thoughts
He started to find and earn and save, every coin he can honestly take
The bombings near his own doorway, he thought ‘at least I have to assay’
Nearly a year had passed since that story’s days
Their city was still burning with rude and pains
What about those two dreamers who lived in close alleys?
Oh…after that miracle dream, they chose two different ways
That first guy lived a useless life, always scared for a bad sign
He totally believed he got that ticket, he found which came from the land of wickeds
Each and every time he heard, a bomb explodes in a nearby sward
He uttered himself that he’s not ready, oh God keep me steady
The second dreamer was now more happy, he taught his kids to come to daddy
He knew that the future is not yet made, but he believed that dream was his aid
He thanked God for giving him strength, to live one more day when every day ends
Now he lives in another city in peace, when his hometown exploded like molten cheese