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Premium Member Was That Worth What We Had To Bring

Was that to know what was real life and death?
Was that to know our nature?

In the deep thick blood and mud driven snow when the world could not get bleaker

Dead bodies bereft, left to the winds, the larks tunes beat to the carrion birds  feasting

Was that worth what we had to bring as the battle cries now weaken?

Was that worth all the unmarked graves, all the boys and men that will never leave here?

Was that worth all the death and noise, all the feared tears and screaming?

Was that worth what we lost out there that will never be retrievable?

The cost of war is paid for in so many different ways and war's small print is always misleading.


Premium Member A Wonderful Amazing World

The world keeps spinning day after day
But the one thing always remains constant
It's love sweet love, nothing's more enduring
The only thing we've ever wanted

Nothing replaces it not one single thing
It's the most ultimate enjoyment of mankind
The reason we breathe, it's why we exist
All the good things in life combined

As hard as we try nothing can replace it
Since this big old world first began spinning
It's the real reason us guys were created
The reason we're constantly grinning

Imagine a world where love didn't exist
Could we handle the constant upheaval
If you think the world's filled with hatred now
Our life would be beyond retrievable

So let us all pray that pure love continues
And one day we'll all live in peace
What a wonderful amazing world that would be
When hatred would finally cease

  

© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain

To The Other Side

Out of the blue on this summer day
Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake
Sure what the hell and that is that
I will match the older boy’s vim and whim
Two strong boys armored with Nietzsche arrogance and Tolkien muscle

Armada of scarecrows and wrists assemble on Wally’s manmade beach
To accompany us on the two-and-a-half-mile odyssey
Across the cold and chop of wind

Dad hunches over a leaky rowboat
In hand-to-hand combat with splintered creaky oars
Dennis kneels on a music sheet paddle board
Pink baton at his bearded black throat

In we go
A wave and grin goodbye to Wally’s beautiful daughter Wendy
Richie to Wally’s wonderous wife Janet
And to our moms’ arms crossed up on the tennis court hill

For hours little did we know

Dad says Bobby! Sarah’s coming up underneath you ha ha
Richie separates and heads north not east like a slashing madman
Hey Hey yells Dennis his spotter

Imagine myself a turtle with hot sun egg frying on its back in the black water
Begin to feel the razor teeth of pike at my toes
Biting them off one by one
I stop and panic thrash and splash them away give them my toenails

Richie straightens out far behind me

Weight of the bloated world holding me up
Spaceship in orbit bellied against the Earth

Halfway across
I assume
I can only tell by the guess of cumulus clouds
My knees shoulders neck need an oiled wrench to complete each heave and rotation
Rust and barnacles growing on me

Finally I pass over the turquoise drop off of the other side
Pink mustard to my sutured eyelids
Line of shore the trees a quarter mile ahead

I think dad yells good enough good enough
Salvages me in with what chattering bones remain retrievable
Face gone
Snaps my arms and legs to the rowboat’s aluminum bench
Cannot bend this brass statue to a sitting position

Upside down the only way I can fit in
For the long trip back within my dad’s singing voice

Richie crawls hands and knees up on that beach
Holds its sand in his hands lets it sift through as a time glass
Never lets me forget that

I finished and you did not but we won’t tell the shimmering women
When and if
You the brother I never had and I get back

Teeth left like unrecovered treasure at the bottom of Torch Lake.

Remember Me

Remember me as I truly was
Not as you may have wished me to be
But as the seeker of truth
I always was
Remember how I saw the world
Even if you don't agree

Remember how I hurt you
with words
Then allow those to be
Opportunities for you to practice
Granting grace to others

Remember things that made me smile
Though I was always shy to show
And secrets that I shared with only you

Remember that I stood Unfailingly, 
unashamed
with our Lady Liberty in the harbor
And the lyrics of Emma Lazarus
Even through the icy cold Minnesota
winter of 2026

Remember that one of my favorite movies
Was "Things we Lost in the Fire'
Because it helped me remember
What actually mattered

And "The Fisher King" because I believe that inside 
some of the most brilliant minds 
is the thinnest line between sanity and insanity
Both of which I can appreciate

And finally remember how I so solemnly admired 
"The Remains of the Day" 
with Anthony Hopkins, as it was an excellent reminder 
of how lost opportunities are 
rarely retrievable.

Remember how I loved to sing and listen 
to others' songs. Too many to mention. 
Remember me as both 
a lover of teaching 
and of learning. 

Remember that the joy of writing was, 
on Earth, 
the closest I ever came 
to Eternity. 

Lastly, please remember that I tried. 
that's all.. just... 
I tried. 
Remember me

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 13




When in distress if I cry; I cry to fit
I cry to bear the cross and face the 
It isn't that I've been seen though, not standing tall
Just wanted justice to answer my call
Yet, I couldn't write in black and white 
But in the midst of darkness, it brought light
To my disturbing mind and wearing face
That all holding cheers get loosed cum grace

I cried off fun, it wasn't my choice
Strength comes together to shine my inner voice 

You are the only one who cope well
Unlike human so disturbed when in hell
So, shine bright my side of the night 
That light heals me quickly out of fright

When in distress if I Pray; I pray to plead
I pray for a quest out of my human greed 
He never let me go through orderly persuasion
For crumbling sin's list delaying the resolved equation 
Soaked in His ever reigning blood 
That swept all faults away in divine flood 
Lest, nasty heart go amiss in difficulty to pin 
The clear motive of stiffness not counted on sin 

The prayer chained up to one mind painted red
Rushes off caution to be not confused and misled 

You are the only one who cope well
Unlike human so disturbed when in hell
So, shine bright my side of the night 
That light heals me quickly out of fright

When in distress if I think; I think anew
I think; preview, review to rise up with the blue 
Poking around my reasoning, the sage's bound 
To see how possibly the lost would be found 
The result of human's Trinity's(wisdom, knowledge and understanding) reconciliation
Surrendered captives in persistent obligation
All defeats flipped in thrash and I crucify at will
That in its efficiency, the slippery ways come to heal 

Until know-how shows the worth of being cool under the shade of tree
Calming down toast for dinner with friends in three 

Life has no retrievable replacement
Like they transplant kidney in another's placement
The beauty of distress helps one cum imbalance 
To cope with the stress of counterbalance

You are the only one who cope well
Unlike human so disturbed when in hell
So, shine bright my side of the night 
That light heals me quickly out of fright
Form: Rhyme


Combinations of Catastrophe

Combinations of Catastrophy 



Combinations of catatstrophic scenarios everywhere I look

Invocations of prehistoric evidence collides with the big book

Complications that are caustic that sit in their niches and their nooks 

Calibrations that the agnostic makes as he theologically cooks 



Annotations of beauty upon a classical music score 

Connotations refuting why there’s so much to be living for

Computations that are computing why we’re always looking for more 

Permeatations polluting the old, sick, vulnerable and poor



Believable intonations from a child wanting to be heard

Conceivable imitations from a comedian repeating the absurd

Retrievable limitations from someone trying to preach the word

Foreseeable complications that could be prevented if it weren’t all so ill learned



There’s an evening with a mix of difference, strangeness and the unusual of demeanour 

As they’re seeming to play with the inference that they’d prefer a worker to a dreamer 

While I sit there in a conference about why the ocean isn’t cleaner 

It’s difficult to evade the nonsense while your talking politely with a screamer 



Multitudes of humans being just that and trying to raise themselves up from the ground 

Interludes of a laboratory rat chasing the wheel round and around 

Magnitudes of masses converging that are bordering on profound

Altitudes of heights now deserving of this disconcerting sound 



The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Form: Rhyme

Ode To An Oklahoma Locksmith

Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
     two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and

     car keys visibly splayed
     on driver seat oye vay
feel free to call me a horse's ass today
utter anxiety compounded,

     plus unable to locate master key,
     thence fodder for poem and more to say
rifling thru boxes without success,
     an impulse arose to call road

     upon learning policy
     doth include locksmith service,
     ah felt less doggone snappish,
     and uttered hoo ray

though modest aye,
     congratulated awesome,
     fulsome, and handsome
     self on quick thinking,

and automatically became less tiresome
     pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason
     (as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay
then immediate decided,

     sans ditto explanation,
     but no how and nay
yet honest to dog suddenly felt
     like a young lovestruck lad

     during month of May
and without further delay
a compulsion arose
to putter along, though

     momentarily gazing heavenward
     and counting (just beak caws)
     glistening black crows
plus painfully aware

     a spike in recurrent
     "senior" moment of forgetfulness grows,
thus starkly aware significant rustiness
     increasingly, frightfully,

     and chokingly coats
     lix spit tillage harrows
resuming schlepping dishabille
     crotchety bedeviled aching

     body electric irksome
with fringe benefit (such as
     momentary lapse of reason)
     quite aware mettlesome

ness of youth nonrefundable,
     non-reliable, and non-retrievable,
     and guaranteed continued
     pricking, viz nettlesome

degenerating aging telomeres,
     sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes
leaving a once robust person some
what discombobulated 
     and easily toilsome.

I Plant a Tree In the Unit of Your Soul

i plant a tree in the unit of your soul
i embrace the happiness that refuses to hide in a corner
i loosen up slowly thank in part to the brightness of your quiet genius
i never thought it would be you who lives your life signing autographs of influence
when i wake up every morning, i take in the nature of your smile
heaven is at arm's reach, and God is a gentle peck away
you water the flower in the condo of my mind
what grows, as a result, is a foundation of stability
green i am to your faithfullness and your loyalty
you make loving to love easy and sincere
you make the assurance of definitive truth existant and believable
you make the heartbeat of forever's infinity reachable and retrievable
we do not have to pretend or play some odd and ridiculous role
to honor you, i plant a tree in the unit of your soul....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Twenty Steps To One

Twenty steps, I thinks not,
The energy I have not got.

Eighteen steps sounds a bit better
Then again I must write a letter.

Sixteen steps is perhaps achievable
But my computer program is retrievable.

Fourteen steps I may make for you,
But you will have to make them too.

Twelve steps, now we are getting somewhere
But where that is I know not, nor care.

Ten steps, yes I' ll think on that,
But I have already walked the cat.

Eight steps, now you are really talking
But what shall I do while I am walking.

Six steps, that sounds more real,
But then again, how do I feel.

Four steps I will think about
But I think I hear a shout.

Two steps, I think that's a dance,
I really don't think there's a chance.

One step and that's to bed,
Activities there, you read my head. 

Copyright Mandy M Tams 2011
Not my first Richard but my sixth.
soup lost the first ones when changing something on the site.
when posting still a novices and scared...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What An Amazing World This Would Be

The world keeps spinning day after day
But the one thing always remains constant
It's love sweet love, nothing's more enduring
The only thing we've ever wanted

Nothing replaces it not one single thing
It's the most ultimate enjoyment of mankind
The reason we breathe, it's why we exist
All the good things in life combined

As hard as we try nothing can replace it
Since this big old world first began spinning
It's the real reason us guys were created
The reason we're constantly grinning

Imagine a world where love didn't exist
Could we handle the constant upheaval
If you think the world's filled with hatred now
Our life would be beyond retrievable

So let us all pray that pure love continues
And one day we'll all live in peace
What a wonderful amazing world that would be
When hatred would finally cease
Form: Rhyme

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