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Premium Member Dry County

The 18th Amendment on Prohibition was debunked in 1933 and replaced by the 21st Amendment that legalized the sale of liquor throughout the country. However, in my state there were counties who chose to remain 'legally dry', but never ceased to drink. And there was a county adjacent to mine that preferred to be wet and sell liquor legally.                                                        

When I was just a lad in the early 60's and did not understand 'wet and dry', I was well acquainted with 'drunk and sober'; and I knew that the thirst for liquor did not stop at the county line. Though my county was still legally dry, it was just as precipitated with moonshine as any wet county.                    

Up the road from my home was a two-story property whose inhabitant made desirable corn whiskey. I knew it was true for sure when coming from school one day, the booze had been poured out all along the roadway and entrenched with an odor no child should ever be allowed to inhale. The community moonshiner had been busted and carried off to jail.                                                                                                                                   

To no one's surprise, by the time I finished high school in 1967, my county had become legally wet like all the rest.  I stood and stared at the first liquor store I had ever seen in my county, and there was not a single protest. And even back then, the child in me thought it best that liquor should be found in a store than on a roadway leading to my home.
08302017PoSoupContest, Your Favorite Poem From August 2017, Julia Ward


While Shuttered Up Inside

While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy
Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...

Analogous to my boyhood
     cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
     of mine years found me
     deft keeping danger at bay
only thru the pour substitute
     of my imagination
     remaining safe within the causeway

of a quasi Norman Rockwell picturesque
     unblemished near utopian day,
where trumped up "FAKE" danger
     stoked courtesy of
     anticipatory anxiety didst essay
when pinhead size
     pores faux stressed
     every epidermal square inch

     populating skin oozing perspiration
     along I-59 pro Roman
     lix spittle sweaty freeway
precipitated, via illusory mailer daemons
     unavoidably pitching me
     into an inescapable fray
unlike late twenty somethings
     (Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan,

     whose cruel fate
     at the hands of Isis militants
     published online by Irish Times),
evinced carpe diem
     existential Great Gatsby
live life to the fullest
     created an extraordinary journey
     (now forever immortalized as

     daring adventurist trekkers)
     with ample horseplay
deliberately, egregiously, fanatically
and wantonly killed, 
     when purely exalting in zest
promulgated by indomitable spirit
     found me choked up,
     a baby boomer i.e. west

tern civilized married bloke,
     who opted to die vest
away from blatant uncertainty
     never daring to experience unrest
outside a severely circumscribed perimeter,
     exempt from a life
     and death litmus test,
where very little harm extant,

     when taking repast or rest
only ushering, venturing,
     and taking, sans
     quotidian cerebral quest
ensconced within four walls
     without nary a pest
except...pet peeves of mine
     within psyche built a nest,

nonetheless hounded by many a vicious beast
whose predatory cannibalistic feast
comprises thine psychological state greased
with until mortality expires,
     asper being temporarily lend leased.

Premium Member Zen mode

acknowledging dreams
wherein we are limited
feeling trapped, in anguish
even though the dream ends
when we wake up from sleep
the fact is for those moments 
as both subject and object
as dreamer and the dreamed
our past tendencies precipitated
the images we lived through
dying of a thousand cuts
signals we wish to suffer
for there is no one else to blame

extrapolating thus
we recognise 
that save in silence
we cannot be free
of cravings of our ego

both angels and demons 
are thought constructs
in truth there is no-thing
save love and light of Self

with no-thing to seek
and nothing to do
we are at peace
in singularity 

though we know this
attention yet oscillates 
this is our dilemma 

why not then
celebrate delusion
and thus become free

Premium Member Considerations a Freed Verse

CONSIDERATIONS
unconscious
  reverence
  profoundly
different
sit
tendency
 hope
is the spring
exquisite
& mysterious

the forgotten
 fact
 supposed
enough
 by these
existential moments
 became more
abstracted
prefiguring
  diversion
or expectations

 purely derivative
of  condescension
deepened
with every
passing
 illustration
precipitated
in
bright colours
& pattern
 of
inventive genius
 in
 plain sight
ignored by
generations
of
reminiscence
  romanticised

authentic
proof of
supposition
 that reveals
 more about
the fantastically
once
suppressed

 a proliferations
suppressed
of
 fiction
active assertive
&
&overdone

Premium Member Dream World

Reflections of dreams
Do continue here to stream
All characters manifestations
The dreamers thought projections

Thus as both dreamer and dreamed
As also all images therein beamed
There is no separate you or me 
The closest truth labelled we

Within the dream enacted
Emotions that are precipitated
Reflect our instant reflex response
More oft than not deluded ego stance

Provisionally taking waking as dreaming
Moment to moment to life responding
Is presence joyous and acceptant
With narrow thoughts decadent

All other sentient beings we see
If in a dream then forms of one entity
Then where is cause for anger and strife
Our own blood flows when we wield the knife

Recognising underlying interconnectedness 
We soften attention in meditativeness 
Dwelling in the void of cessation
Each movie scene celebration 

18-January-2021
Form: Rhyme


George Washington Set Potus Precedent

This revolutionary fella followed by 
Adams family patriarch,giving rise 
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance 
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming 

and hawing, subsequently conceding 
nexus (nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial 
power to Madison, thence Monroe 
buttoned up as suitable candidate after 
which younger Adams elected.

Thirty four followed Jackson's club 
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully) 
bushwhacking their way predicated 
on faulty Algorithm, charming 
charismatically with hint of Clint 

like glint in eyes, blinding populace, 
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring 
with peanut gallery in tow, affording 
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably), 
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed

by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam, 
but with said Southeast Asian debacle, 
one ken heady (sporting thick styled hair) 
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially

precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened 
political stance against any allies of the 
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and 
pledged his firm support to Diem 
and South Vietnam.

Now with preceding administration, one 
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic 
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this 
purported preemptive measure scary ruse

felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government 
threat (military intelligence) scheming to 
wreak untold havoc upon American troops 
within the Pacific theater of World War II.

The former horrific decision controversial, 
then and to this day Hoover expert historian, 
diverge, asper corroborating the necessity 
to usher in the Cold War, yet majority foreign 

policy wonks might grudgingly attest that 
said thirty first commander in chief did maintain 
a Cool Edge throughout onset when doomsday 
clock began countdown to Armageddon,
 
an unimaginably blaring, deafening, earsplitting...
cacophony distant rumbles heard, nonetheless, 
no Hard dinning ghoulish nightmare (potentially 
obliterating all life on planet Earth) haunted 

Wilson, nor Taft, only gunboat diplomacy 
mere child's play exhorted, less catastrophic 
comparison, when Teddy Roosevelt wielded 
"big stick schtick" namesake corollary to the 
Monroe Doctrine in 1904...ad nauseum.

Premium Member Destitute Must Thrive

Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !

Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !

Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !

Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !




Written on 1/5/14
Sponsor- Cyndi and Tim
Theme- helpless 



Now for contest- ur fav poem u hv ever written
Sponsor- Carol Eastman
My fav coz it's reality based, true feelings of helplessness of the one concerned 
and mine .

Now for contest- Vibrant verse 2
Sponsor- Charlotte Puddifoot
Form: Kyrielle

Mariaka, Love and Betrayal

~esoteric~


The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war

The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide

Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing

Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy

Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people

Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it
Form: Narrative

Premium Member 3 July 2118

Radio free State of Deseret 3 July 2118, 6 PM Salt Lake Time

International news first.

27 Zionist terrorists leaders were beheaded in the Caliphat of Palestine yesterday after their failed attempt to establish a third state of Israel in Jerusalem during Rhamadan.

One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night.  Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.

After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal.  Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.

Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil.  Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.

Regional news.

Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America.  It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.

The Deseret Volunteer Guard and Air Force successfully defended the kingdom against a new wave of attacks by gangs, pirates, and sexual deviants that tried to infiltrate via Las Vegas into what used to be Zion National Park.  

The Prophet's Safety Council wants to remind all faithful member-citizens to avoid exposure to direct sunlight, to always carry your portable water decontamination kits and air filter masks with you, and to compost all plant materials and use your compost in your sheltered Victory Greenhouses.

Keep the Faith.  Radio free State of Deseret signing off.

In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.

Premium Member It's Over

It's Over


she froze
her rose

his rope
his hope

his mire
desires

for he
a flea

on leaves
he sleaze

on whims
for him

rides mule
cruel

all jive
he thrives

no love
just shove

His run
his fun

she says
today

no more
implore

no more
front door

she walks
his talk

and flicks
his wick

3/19/17

Note-I just withdrew this poem from contest. What precipitated
this move is that a member wrote in her comments the poem wasn't
cookie worthy. Construed or misconstrued, I didn't take kindly
to her comment. She got her wish. It's over. According to her I
need help. So be it. Tell her she won. Save to archives.
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