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Premium Member Break Down

Baffled, befuddled, bewildered and dazed, 
My mind has gone for the day,
Changed to a colour that’s drained of a will, 
Drained to a light shade of grey,

And I know what I want, I know what to do, 
I know the small steps I must tread,
But these thousands of steps they tangle a mesh, 
Confusing the things in my head,

So an hour goes by, then another catches up, 
And a few more pass through my mind,
And my grey confused head sits on the couch, 
Leaving me feeling resigned,

To renaming my world to an impervious shield, 
Where ambition is held back with a glue,
Where the big things in life I thought I could do, 
Are now grey, miserable, down and blue.
Form: Quatrain


With Sincere Thanks

Dear Poets, 

I know for certain that I can never thank all of you enough for the supportive comments and messages you've written over the last 16 days. Each one represented a 'Get Out of Jail" card, letting me know your thoughts were with me. 

With admiration and affection, please know that I respect each of you who took the time to write poems and/or inquire about me with kind sentiments. I could not read them in my own soup mail, but I did learn about your encouraging words through the kindness of friends that you contacted. I will do my best to catch up on reading and replying to all comments left for me but beg your patience in my doing so. 

I was able to read all of your beautiful poems written to honor Milt.  I can tell that he was respected and loved in the community.  How could he not be, considering the fine qualities he had and instilled in many of us?  He was my mentor, urging me to start entering contests again, after I'd quit for many months. He wanted me to get past him on that ladder, and I made it to the 2nd rung from the top before we lost him.  I don't think I'll continue entering, so Constance, because of your humility and talent, I hope you remain on top. Caren sent soup mail about how sad it is to watch his picture moving spaces down on the home page until it will disappear.  He will be gone from view, but not from our thoughts.

Tom, your news of Milton Creek would have made him very happy. You've honored him in such a special way by renaming our town.  Thank you for being my voice on the site when I could not speak for myself.

With sincere thanks to all of you who I fondly call my poetic friends... it's long past time for me to write. Jenna's Saloon in Milton Creek is open for business. First round is on the house!

PS: Sheriff, it's time I get my Winchester back.

Premium Member History Repeats Itself

History Repeats Itself
By: Miracle Man
6/27/2020

As past sins are remembered,
and while restitution/revenge is being sought,
evil upon the world is wrought.
History is incontrovertible,
yet history is being erased/altered.

By allowing statues to be torn down, 
portraits removed, flags changed, 
and the renaming streets and buildings,
Our country is becoming more fractured.
Each thing is offensive to someone.

The sins of our past must be remembered
for “Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.”

In the name of social justice
we jump through hoops to appease a vociferous crowd.
We’re indoctrinating young minds with the narrative,
that “The end justifies the means”
thus making violent acts acceptable.
Hatred is a heart thing,
And Jesus loves us!

Proverbs 10:12 - 
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Ode To Poseidon

Cronus would never be defeated, or so he thought.
Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon a lesson taught.
Zeus took the sky, Hades the underworld, Poseidon the sea.
Poseidon became father of floods, hurricanes, storms, all three.

He somehow also grabbed up horses, which seems a stretch.
But this is Greek mythology, thus a teensy bit of a far-fetch.
The Romans borrowed the legend, renaming him Neptune.
They threw in some extra ideas, waxing and waning of the moon.

Atlantis was the island of Poseidon’s thoughts and his domain.
He annihilated his enemies, to his brother Zeus he was a pain.
Hades hid in the underworld, not a part of the competition.
Homeric hymn of Poseidon’s adventures was a wonderful rendition.

If you hear the horsemen coming from the storms above
Get out of the way quickly, for it is Poseidon’s love.
He takes no prisoners, still furious about the blinding of his son.
Lightning is Odysseus, his most hated foe, enemy number one.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Looking At My Chainsaw Now

Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and a couple of lilac bushes, forcing them to die.
One has wound himself around my apple tree, 
The apple has given up. She produced less than five apples this year.
Another is climbing precariously close to my largest oak tree.  
These beautiful berry bushes are bullies, and I will have to do something about them.
Bully berry bushes, I think, renaming them, to give myself a bit of power.
Beautiful at first, but after they ingratiate themselves, fooling you completely with their prettiness
They strangle all other vegetation in their path, killing bushes and trees, and not caring a whit.
Sort of like a beautiful woman without a conscious, who ingratiates herself into a family,
Strangling it and killing it with her lack of integrity.  A beautiful man can do it too, it is not always a woman.
Beautiful berry bushes, not unlike charismatic beautiful people with no conscious feelings for others.
I am looking for my chainsaw now.  Best to cut the head off the snake, right?


Premium Member things and stuff

While we’re renaming things,
can we please rename “United States” to “AAAmerica.”
I know I’m tired of scrolling to the bottom of every pop-down country list.
And ARE we united? Really, even a little?

That awkward moment when you’re already said, “what?” three times,
and you still have no idea what the conversation is about, but you can tell,
by bouncy and eager expressions, that the topic is loaded. Never sit at the end of a table, dining halls get noisy.

Has a song ever been your safe place?
What if it keeps you warm in a storm,
by getting you up and movin’?

Oh, what about the inimitable effect of a handsome guy?
Now, I don’t engage in decorous affections,
but ‘Cute Soccer Guy’ (I’ve mentioned him before),
wakes us up, by just showing up, oh, we play it lose,
and all, but he makes all of our hearts beat a little faster.

A song for this:
Twiggy Twiggy by [re:jazz]
The Trouble With Boys by Little Eva

Last Day of America

Last Day of America 

the last day of America 
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had

for on that day
a month before 
the corona virus re-emerged

as the great re-opening 
of the US economy
failed to stop the relentless spread
of the virus from hell

causing panic and mass confusion
fear kept Americans home

and Donald Trump
was re-elected 

because his voters
believed that God
had told them to vote
for their new found king

the newly energized President Trump
declared a national emergency
martial law
and suspension of the constitution

Promising to restore democracy
when the time was right

he promised his followers
that he would restore Christian values
renaming the United States
the Christian States of America

on that date
we met our fate

Christian fascism
was here to stay
on the last day
of American

writers digest prompt - last blank
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Enigma

When the earth was new.
Mans grand grime: age old
When the earth was stew.
Before eternity was logged...
To keep track of the passing seasons.
Man dwelled with the Great Soul of Creation.
Man was free in mind...
Questioned his existence.
To push it's patience...
Gave us the means to wonder why...?
To which the creator had no reply.
This entity only left a riddle
Rapped in an epic enigma.
Not to days a ripple...
This mystery was left for us to decipher.
Thought was open to question,
The mechanic's of the Universes,
The machine of a mysterious being... all in one.
Until the dominations of man decided to close the door!
Bolted it iron claps, Shut!
Redefine creation
Renaming the grand scheme of time
Defining it in the sublime
By the checked hands of truth.
Not one of futures courses...
So a book was written of loose rhythms to
..tell Humanity about, "A God..."
A creature of their design
Mans grand Crime
To lie...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Holiday Update

Next Memorial Day
  Let's remember all those deceased
Their blood on the hands of those
  Who sold us 'Defund the Police'

We'll rename July Fourth
  'USA Dependence Day'
Let the il-Liberty Bell toll
  We're all on drugs and the dole

The first Monday in September
  Is still called Labor Day
But who needs to work now
  Uncle Sam pays us more to play

How 'bout old Columbus Day
  States now renaming it
'Indigenous Peoples Day' --
  Why not Illegal Aliens Day

And let's not forget Halloween
  When scary grownups primp and preen
Trying to fit in costumes to display parts of them
  -- Better left unseen

Of course, last but not least:
  Election Day's now a national holiday
How's that different for postal remployees
  Who never show up anyway
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Renaming the Wedding Band

There was a humming sound 
Hornet Honeys were in town 
Promoted by the media as a new found 
Getting the buzz 
And nectarine the love
Looking for interlocking rings 
Claiming they know things 
Thackray got wind to this invasion 
And what talent the band was raisin 
Antonio got the text 
Immediately he showed up ready to protect 
Reserving a room 
Where Thackray will display a groom 
Hiring a source 
Strategically approaching the Hornet wearing nice shorts 
Reporting “Thackray will change her name 
Wondering who is going to complain”
Knowing her West Ham United had everything going 
Bride to be bought a bag of rice worthy for the throwing 
Hopefully, the birds won’t explode 
When the buzz get pictures worth gold 
Not to make the wasp women feel like nothing 
Sorority scream gave the singer stingers something 
Teeny 
Deeney 
A well noted blues meanie 
Made the big story get 
Right into Thackray’s spider net 
“Three points I will survive 
Go back to being the worker bee in the hive” 
Returning to the hole the buzz stud did creep 
Where the company he did keep 
Talking to the wasp women on the phone
Giving them a tasty bone 
In a fantasy tone 
Since they were not really known 
“It is most certain 
West Ham United won’t get the relegation curtain 
Apparently the Hammers will play another year 
To high profile cheer” 
As the honeys listened 
They too should stay in the big time mission 
“Not to worry 
Citizens will be here surely 
Relaxed no need to hurry 
Since they will be next 
We will deposit match checks 
Then have upper league respect”
Form: Rhyme

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