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Premium Member Hubbys Folly

We are off on a long DRIVE to see the famous, re-known big FIVE,
Three hours later at the Kruger National Park we safely arrive,
And cruise among predatory country, beautiful, colorful wildlife,
Full of LIFE the two of us, my husband and his very excited WIFE.

We see a pride of LIONS, and park next to a tour bus of HAWAIIANS,
They seem ecstatic, cameras clicking, among them Uruguayans,
They follow us, as they seem to think we will know where to go,
Continue over a bridge SLOW, see crocodiles drifting with the river FLOW.

Still the tour BUS continues and winds its way whenever they see US,
We see cheetah, leopards, a herd of elephants, an absolute plus,
We stop, the tour bus stops too, at a waterhole, but leave, close by are bees,
We spot rhinos, baboons, eagles perched on TREES, a warthog on its KNEES!

The tourist’s excitement contagious and SPILLS, we come across horn BILLS,
Big birds, the secretary bird, Goliath herons, but the horn bills by the hills,
Excite them the most, we had befriended each other and my husband said,
These birds don't FLY, upon which they flew off towards the SKY, hubby so red!

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05/11/2020
Form: Rhyme


Romance In the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed

"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"



Romance is in the 
reflections of the
steely green-eyed

time stolen and framed
bars to freedom 
champagne dreams remain

the prisoner’s heart ignominious
kept safely in a treasure box
poetry lies laconic in the lap 

kept criminally magnanimous
a hand gently caresses 
a missing mind

pulling out unheard 
singular words 
famished and ravenous wings

flying off the transponding
power lines 
black-feather quilled

screaming 

a life sentence 
singular words 
sautéed in three lines

missing in milky moonlight
softly floats spectral 
room to room mute 

engaging the unaware
passing through 
all the eternal years 

damned alongside
all the voiceless hosts
tapping fingers like a ghost

S.O.S. morse code
on windows glassed over
lackadaisical and frosted cold

on the outside 

we dance Munch mime  
trapped in the 
History of a Wasted Mind

solitary and confined
'til death do us part
dark and stormy vilified

electric veined 
cold silver heart 
feigning tame 

kept on a dangling chain 
a pendant looping
like an aerial display

haunting blue sky’s

moth-life tiger coiled
sabre toothed 
calculating and refined

Romance is held hostage
in the reflections of 
the steely-green eyed

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)



“Me Time” / Paloma Faith 
https://youtu.be/8YXudiBR1oY









https://www.navy.gov.au/aircraft/de-havilland-tiger-moth

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_tiger_moth

Premium Member O It's High Time To All Get Aboard God's Ark of Safety

O It's high time for all to get aboard God's very own ark of safety y
No unlike my family used to tease each other during a prolonged
heavy rainstorm, "It's time to resurrect Noah, and have him build
all of  us an ark!" Of course we knew that Noah and his family
are quite safely inhabiting Jesus Christ's heavenly kingdom of
paradise!

What than is the ark of safety this very day?

None other than our Lord and our Savior,
Jesus Christ, the author and the source
of all of ours everlasting life! More specially
let me clarify it for all of you--

the ark of safety is the rapture of all of the
church aged saints and the price of
admission--is our very own personal
relationship with Jesus Christ!

He's coming for His bride but returning with
His wife--after the marriage supper of
the Lamb of God has been completed;
during the final seventh year since the
bride of Christ first mysteriously;
disappeared during the rapture!

You may call it 'the great escape and/or
the great catching away."  It doesn't
really matter how you may say it--
just don't be left behind--you will be

very sorry if you do--there is only a
small opened window during the
tribulation when you can still be
saved from death, hell and the
grave!

Especially since the price
10/22/23

Frog and Toad

A frog went on a day trip to a pond just down the road, where he met up with his friend, Ribbity the Toad.
They found their favourite lily pad and hopped up side by side and called the taxi fish to hail them for a ride.
They went right in to the middle to where tadpoles sold ice-cream and newts were selling tickets for a concert at the stream.
Toad had had too much dessert and felt a little icky. Frog had dripped it down his front and made himself quite sticky.
They hopped in to the water to swim and cool off a bit, then climbed out on to the bank to find somewhere to sit.
They talked about the weather and the kids were doing at school and the latest people living at the Grand Lakeside Hall.
Frog had brought a picnic of barbeque flavoured slugs and they bought fresh maggots with honey coated bugs.
They shared a bottle of pond weed wine and some chocolate and fly cake, which Mrs. Toad that very morning, had kindly said she’d make.
They said that they’d buy tickets to the comedy show tonight and asked directions to the booth; straight down and then turn right.
The pair sat and laughed their way through a very funny man who told them that his name was Frogosauras Stan.
He did dinosaur impressions, which is hard in summer heat. Frog and toad both laughed so hard that toad fell off his seat.
When Frogosauras Stan took his final bow, Toad and Frog decided it was time to go home now.
They went back to the pond and hailed the taxi crew and the fish moved so fast across the water that the lily pad nearly flew!
Once Frog and Toad were safely back upon the bank the other side, they shook each others hands and said their goodbyes.
Frog enjoyed his day trip to the pond just down the road and he really enjoyed seeing his friend Mr Toad.
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Premium Member The Window

She rocked Danny nigh the window in her rocking chair,
Cuddled him closely and hummed an ancient Irish air.
As she gazed thro' the window at the vast horizons beyond,
She pondered her precious gift and the closeness of their bond.

Anon, she stood by the window as he played upon the lawn,
Watching as he romped and gamboled as sprightly as a fawn.
She waved from the window each morn as he left for school,
And stood there after school to greet her precious jewel.

From the window Mother treasured so many precious scenes,
As Danny advanced from his childhood and on thro' his teens:
Playing with his old pal Shep, tinkering with his very first car,
Sitting on the porch with his sweetie, strumming his guitar.

In a foreign land strife began and he volunteered to serve.
He felt it his solemn obligation, America's freedoms to preserve.
Thro' the window Mother sadly watched him march away.
"Bring my boy home safely, Dear God" she did silently pray.

She sat by the window praying he would walk thro' the door,
To clasp her to his breast and leave her side no more.
She gasped seeing soldiers thro' the window coming up the drive.
They were saddened to inform her that Danny did not survive.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme


If You Feel the Need To Smirk

If you feel a need to smirk,
You can't go past a Merc,
One that is fully electric,
Or at least a hybrid, so you won't feel a jerk,
When cheap petrol is all talk.

Engineered with you in mind, 
For peace of mind,
They leave others behind. 

With standard features you won't believe,
At prices you can quote with some relief,
As you drive one safely round  another bend, 
You may wish the ride will never end.

Get a Mercedes Benz, 
And you will have lots of friends,
When you show them the space you have for long legs,
And other odds and ends.

If you want to up your IQ,
Test drive an EQA,
Something rather nifty,
That you can charge in a jiffy.

The Gold Rose

She walked by on the beach one day at the end of one sweet summer 
and found a golden rose tucked safely between the shore and the rocks 
She was a messenger of God and so she listened deeply when He said 
" its all about fair trade my child, its all about fair trade"  
She tucked it in her pocket and was about to go back home 
when suddenly she heard the sound of a seagull's cry. 
There upon the beach a loner sat, with a despondent, brokenhearted sigh 
She handed her the golden rose without a word, then passed her by 
Five silver Angels watched, then fanned the mounting tide  
and turned the shore to shreds of light they raised her off the floor   
" its all about fair trade" she heard them say  
then she found another rose in the sand and this one, was a lovely 
shade of rose* 
She tucked it behind her ear then gave Him thanks for one more year   
"No regrets my Lord, no second thoughts, "    
At her age you see, she had finally understood the art of letting go. 
So taking one last look behind she just smiled, then moved along.

ps: the rose was passed on to a friend who lost her mom 
yesterday.  She died peacefully in her sleep. RIP
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Spirit of Emotion

softest falling petals
drifting into feelings
that binds deeply
growing bonds
with tender affection
strongly ties together
two worlds 
become one

blossoming desire
flowering devotion
conquering the heart
hungering emotions
spiritually thirsting
chemically connecting
stimulating energy
a bonding marriage 
setting this world
hotly on fire

as drums
they beat faster
encircling warm
fluttering strokes
dancing in pleasure
safely within happiness
singing one 
joyful spirit
 
upon wings descending
falling from 
a great height
into this soul
the heart's pleasure
opening chambers
flooding beauty
with love
in you

Lollipop

You gots to wear your  ‘elmet
It’s a rule what can’t be broke
Suspose you ‘as a haccident
That wouldn’t be a joke
If sumfin’ comes a crashing 
And it ‘its you on yer ‘ead
It could knock yer bloody brains out
Then you could wake up dead
.
Yer boots now they’re  another fing
You shouldn’t be wivout
They could stop a painful injury
Of that there aint no doubt
Leather gloves and safety glasses
Are essential fings to wear
You needs yer safety clothing
It’s a nasty place out there 
.
They don’t make rules for fun ya know
 An’ I knows you feels a fool
But the elf an’ safety people
They is there to ‘elp us all
So stop your bloody whinging
Get yer sign, get on yer feet, cos
We ‘as to get these kiddiewinks
Safely ‘cross the street

© John W Fenn  02-07-2009

Cockney
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Fear

The last time I went to the beach
Watching my grandson play
He was caught by rogue wave
Was being pulled out of the way

I tried to run through waist deep 
Water, to pull him safely in
Just had grabbed into my clinch
When a horrible a pain did begin

I was sure something humongous
That had bitten me 
Shark had to be his name
I screamed and let go and no one came

I ran to get the child again
Even though I was in terrible pain
Just as I had him in my grip
The thing bit me again

I held on this time 
Dared to not let go
In horrendous pain
I pulled him safely to the shore

When I got out of the water
The pain was even worse
I went back and washed 
In the sea water to try to ease the hurt

We evetually got to a pharmacy
To see what they suggest
He gave me some medicine
With which to keep the places wet

The lesson that I learned from this
Be careful at the beach
Because there could be something lurking
Just under your feet

(It was a jelly fish which I never saw and he stung me twice. I had places on my thighs and 
both lower legs. To this day I have an indented place on my lower leg where I guess the skin 
was digested by the poison.  Two weeks after it happened I shaved my legs and the intense 
pain started again and I had to go to an emergency room.  I had to have shots cortizone and 
dose packs and anti-itch creams and antibiotics.  This was no fun.  I do not have an 
understanding husband and this was one of those hurts that was in the poem "Unloved".)
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