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My wife is a poet and I am not,
She creates with her pen, I use robot!
She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint,
I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint!
She picks topics at random to challenge,
by night ready poetry is for exchange,
if she wins, in different room I stay,
If I win, wow, wow! then I have my way!!
many topics she chose every Sunday,
to keep me away from favourite play!
many times came close to losing, oh, my!
If I had not used my friend, the AI!
Every evening she reads her’s with passion,
With certainty of win, no compassion!
It is then in slow slow voice I read mine,
so far the AI has worked, all is fine!!
So then, those of you, who hate the AI,
I say to you, What is it to you? Why?
If not for the robot who helps me out,
I will be sleeping alone, have no doubt!
The concrete and plastic, chrome domed
bricked up auditorIum rang
like a hollow bell,
a meager few red skins circle the stadium seats
like smoke from a mythical “peace” pipe
ragged, distilled, diluted, distraught, “dised”
A 21st century ablution of angst.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
All semblance of nature betrayed
by polyester tassels and cheap Crayola yarn fringe,
a sneakers and moccasins mix,
only the whistle-drum, and sage smoke sanctifies.
Circles form, crouching over polyurethane floors
silver hair, braids and hands harden; they bear,
bore the “dis” missive, disdain,
the balm of music eased all the pain.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
The roof “dis” appears becomes the night sky
air vibrates with the heart thumping of stick on skin,
and so WE, the PEOPLE begin.
Chants warm the taunt throats of man;
a whistle trills the coyotes howl.
Heartbeat sings a drum song,
bowed and bent the circle dancers form.
Stomp, twirl, braids a whirl, winged dancers rattle and bell.
Mans peacock form no longer forlorn rises above the well.
Chant the tell tale heart,
the sorrow the joy, drum thumpers hatchets fall
on the neck of a starry night.
Drum and dance invite…..
scream,….soul song, smoke dream,
eyes daze in a reverent scheme.
Could it be
cause if it is
your with me
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Twinkle: twinkle twank!
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the boat was on sail
the scayle was digatal
the trout was poached
and she was the poacher
the rhino's are forbidden to
poachers
are you a poacher.
what thyme is it?
where did all the time go.
My silly mind.
Is that mine?
extracting minerals from mine:
or extracting minerals from the mine?
The leeks,
it leaks.
peas these his peas
where the take was found.
green, big green peas
the largest peas around.
who eye's peas
the black eye peas,
sweet peas too. skirt steaks, my steaks
there in mushroom.
I am husband not wife
spouse to the lday who's
married to me.
I am wife not husband
I married this man
this man married me
she wants him to love
she loves the other her
she said she aint got much
on loving
but the money can make her smile
he heard what she said
and they were together
she became pregant with a child
she likes being p@rned
but loves her to be intermate
that gonna jive
that parts we
can forget.
clearveiw Manor is
a fictional
City in the Provence of the reunited Country.
there is where our soap opera is situated.
you couldn't find a date in a fig newton!
When I was a teenager I felt like I was a POW
and when I got some freedom I went MIA
and Dad would be waiting to ground me OMG
but when the chain was off I would be gone ASAP
knowing what would happen, oh yeah I would be DOA
as Dad was yelling (I was thinking KISS)
you see in those days I was a FF
and this would repeat itself SALT
but I learned in time that Dad loved me, LOL
and I loved him too, BTW
there were not enough days with him IMO.
Daddy RIP!
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March 15, 2021
Poetry/Verse/POW
Copyright Protected, ID 03-
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Inspired by L. Milton Hankins Contest, but not for his contest.
*FF - frequent flyer
*SALT - same as last time
* IMO- in my opinion
Merry Mary seeds of Davidson Street
What you know about the N.O.D.A. 1520?
Where mama was less drama than the red daddy
No honor from Obama got life plus dreams.
Mary Mary quite contrary
Didn't raise no punk didn't play no fairy
She's a high roller minus weed and a G
She says "I know what...God has got me!"
Every human tribe derives from Africa
Bill Nye Science guy kept it real yes sir!
So don't hate when I say buy black
We buy Asian, Caucasian, you don't hate that!
No brutality, we are family be flattered
Don't get mad at me, because black lives matter
Embrace unique seeds who claim his favor
Black in every way, every shade, every flavor.
Mary Mary missionary keep minding your business right
Merry Mary missionary buy black get phat or bye bye!
Mary McGee was a matriarch
She did the right things
Served a mighty high God
She came from a queen, no illusion
Big Mama called a slave but was P.O.W. retribution!
You can't slave away her faith
You can't rape away her grace
You can't take away her praise
You can't hate away her place
You can't pay away her pain
You can't dim or drown her gain
You can't buy the sun or rain
You can't beat God at God's game.
Reverie of Mary
Blue Carolina breeze
Before gentrification Little Hornet was green
Cordelia Park is where we went swimming
Foxy, super-fly, black and proud trending.
Mary Mary missionary keep minding your business right
Merry Mary missionary buy black get phat or bye bye.
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND A POW HE AND I ARE CELEBRATING OUR 9TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED ON THE 4TH OF JULY BUT DECIDED JULY 8TH 2016 POLK COUNTY WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY YEARS VOLUNTEERING IN OUR CHURCH MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART SPECIAL OLYMPICS ROTC SUN N FUN AEROSPACE ACADEMY WE ARE VERY EXCITED AFTER EXTREME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AS HIS WIFE DIED OF MS THE MANY POEMS I WROTE TO HONOR MS SURVIVORS OUR MEETING WAS DESTINED OUR LOVE IS AN AWESOME LOVE WE BOTH COPE WITH PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY ITS AMAZING WE SURVIVED JAMAICAN DEALERS BREAKING IN OUR HOME JAMAICAN FEMALES LEFT OVER FROM MY ABUSIVE E. HUSBAND PLOTTED TO HARM MY DISABLED VETERAN SPOUSE TODAY WE ARE STILL STANDING WE ARE AMERICANS ALL ARMY STRONG 101 AIRBOURNE POLK COUNTY VETERANS I ADORE FLORIDA WE ARE TRULY BLESSED CELEBRATING SU. N FUN AND US HOLY MATRIMONY AGAINST ALL ODDS WE SURVIVED THIS SENT MY STALKER MY FATAL ATTRACTION INTO A RAGE SHOOTING UP OUR PLA TS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH MY ENEMIES MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY HACKING INTO OUR LIVES FINALLY POINTING AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT MY POW HUSBAND HE CRIED IN MY ARMS VERY BRAVE GOD HAS BLESSED ME A D MY HUSBAND
Hello Sweetie, where have you been
It's way too long since we cuddled
How's bout making up for lost time tonight
Make my brain all befuddled
I'll make the first move, my love of loves
Then you'll show me your feminine guile
Remember how it always made me cross my eyes
Then I'd become mute for a while
Can't wait to experience that feeling again
Bet you're still damn good with your digits
Howling in unison as we writhe away
Screams of exultation were emitted
Then POW, WHAMMO, that ultimate feeling
Only you, sweet thing, can unleash
As we drift off into a night of sheer splendour
And dine on a sexual feast
© Jack Ellison 2014
I long to dance and chant around the orange crackling fire in front of my tribe, the Sioux
Hot humid July night.
Sweat and passion.
Kick up the dust from my ancestors teachings.
Yip and scream my heart's desire.
We are one.
God is to be feared.
He made us to be revered.
Join me, won't you?
Release your fear, worry, and doubt! And dance and shout!
Celebrate this hallowed night.
The elders gather.
The youngin's bob and scoot.
This is sacred time.
Sacred land.
Our stomachs full of nurturing food from the creator.
Bears, wolves, mountain lions dare not enter our camp.
We are the danger.
The Chief and Medicine Man nod from across the fire.
The warriors dance.
The princess' prance.
Great design?
Or all by chance?