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Premium Member Show Stopper

Exhausted by the wind, the rain pelting gently,
Quiet as the night who sighs in shadows,
            haphazardly over the skies, breathing wisdom
In stars glistening and glimmering, awake like the heart
Who knows the meaning of being intimate
With life, with smiles, insights into the music…

Music of tears, peaceful and soft like the feelings
Bleeding through the heart, the soul 
         Who knows – yes, the one who knows about pain,
Memories who tease away the temptation to listen
Beyond the moment, the truth, the hopefulness –

Into the promise of tomorrow, 
	the prayer fading
Silent like the soothing of a wind who brings gestures,
Grace blowing like laughter through the branches,
Nestled in boughs who lean to and fro, 
	beckoning to the 
Spirit who knows – yes, and even the wind knows –
This blessing from the Son, the One who glows, quietly
Yet, showier – louder than any sun has ever shown!


The Letter said

Dearest Tenser:
Told you I would write you about the weekend.
Pray for them flood peoples and all. But got some news for ya.
She used a chrt to list the men she'd been with. We sat in the dining hall listen to her presentation. It was right before the BBQ.

She went inside and started cooking. Acting like everything was done on tth grill. I didn't say anything when people arived, holding my tougne. That Gal from Dizzies showed up. Dressed like a street thang. Netted jacket, netted pants. "A show stopper one peice", we told her to put Duct tape over the Specail treats cause our men freinds were here. She did it. Got mad when some one said something about it. Well back to thee BBQ. Miss Thang did the cooking. Had Short ribs with wine sauce potatoes and mushrooms. It was good. She cooked the short ribs in the crock pot for six hourss
and smoked a BBQ sauce on the smoker
and and tossed the ribs in
when her company arrived. 
Acting like the whole thing was done
outside.
I stood laughing at her
write me back:I gonna meddle into why these pole choose us to be audeince to them.
                                                              Sincerly Your Tenser
Form: Bio

Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones

Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!

Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void

repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction

absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed, et cetera,
asper knowing nothing

perchance if previous rendition
courtesy big bang phenomena
commissioned swirling pretty
little invisible thangs
dust mote size

universe created, vis a vis
most violent explosion
blasting subatomic tidbits
bestowing, endowing, issuing, et cetera
propensity, allowing, 

enabling, and providing
spontaneous quixotic, narcotic,
and kinetic (kit) impulse
gifted, kindled plenti
tinder vittle loving care,

(albeit on quark hilly
weigh small scale),
each unique data packet of life
transiently questing organic matter
linkedin within uber 

webbed wide world
thrust by motive forces distilled
since primordial ooze
painstakingly agglomerated
electron's micro gravitational tug

incrementally configured 
viable combinations
propelled to fraternize, collide, amass
with other distinct minuscule entities
democratic, platonic, and symbiotic

tete a tete kickstarting avast
differentiation, golong 
engendering hulu costs indeed
pensively trumpeting, 
deploying, and fracking

the art of the Stormy Daniels deal
eventually across great swaths of time
inaugurating edifice of complex systems
(again unimaginatively teeny tiny
timid uber pinhead size zealots)

livingsocial hoity toity groupon outlook
accruing quicken fancy feast
to concatenate, generate, and get linkedin
with hotmail to discover
visa vis whatsapp
penning with Molly Q. Wells!

to the highest purpose golden moments part two

Under De Guises" called out Honey Mambo and who ever he wanted to be his partner in a tagteam match. Honey went down to the ring with one man in mind. But was interupped by the World Heavyweight Champion. Guilder DePluix who wished to combine to create the Tagteam of Peoples Dreams. Under de Guises wore there masks and tried to defend there titles. At 5;45 a full nelson and clothesline combo, followed by a chicken wing made Honey Mambo and Guilder Depliux World Tagteam Champions!

the Best match of the evening came as a surprise. the match maker said he needed two or four guy's for a match. He had16;00 and no matches due to the quick nature of the evening. He sweetened the deal by offering a stringof beads and six gold nuggets as the prize. The genral manager interferred and said the match would only happen with his permission. He offered Five strings of beads and twenty gold nuggets and called the match " Contention Sweet Pot"
it was a great match were four start up Green Collar Guys competed. It was top notch level. and maybe come match of the year. Two staars shined while the big man was the show stopper and winner along side with "henpeck" Haulter Grasp: Jeweltown Juggernaut defined what sports wrestlingis all about! The real Name of the Match is A"Pawn By Dawn' match were start up's get a chance to shine. Beleive me a pawn shop is usaully were these men go to find the worth of there reward!
Form: Ballad

Premium Member This Was It

I stood up to the plate
there was no way I wouldn’t give my all
I knew I would be tested with everything I had

there would be no makeover, no redo
this was it, the show stopper
the call for the performance of a lifetime

the final scene of the last act
be brave, it was now or never
it had finally all led to this

as loud as loud could be
I heard it in the silence of forevers
‘come on, give us all you’ve got’

and so it was I took my husband home
the hospital said the end was near
it was the final curtain call

his mind was tainted, not all there 
thankful the end hadn’t come more abruptly
make every moment count is what I heard

so it was I would prepare my love
much like for a formal wedding ceremony
for the moment I’d walk him through the garden
down that aisle right up to heaven’s gate



AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on May 17, 2022 for contest THE GREATEST PERFORMANCE OF MY LIFE sponsored by JCB BRUL  -  RANKED 1ST


Gone Fishing

Despairing seafaring..can be

Lore of days of yore

Glories or gory

Bold stories told 

Foreshore folklore

Hemingway’s…Old 

Man and the Sea


Smiles..feeling chipper

Like a wee nipper

Reeling in a ripper

Serious delirious skipper

No not a wee kipper

More like stealing Flipper (ah remember Flipper)


Sort of caught

Trials snort beguiles 

Rather overwrought

Wiles & guile..fraught

Palaver..how they fought


All went iffy in a jiffy

This grouper.. a storm trooper

All came a cropper

Squiffy party pooper

Proper show stopper


The line snipped…then ripped

Pip gripped but it slipped

Flipper well flipped

Hadn't read the script

Skipped...Pip pipped

Tripped then quipped

Simply ill equipped


Despite his devotion

No delish fish 

Dish wish delight

In the commotion..swish.. 

Dipped back into 

The ocean it sipped


Ought to remember what 

We’ve been taught

Unless it’s been bought

Down at the port

This is a sort of sport


Where nought could be caught

That’s why fishing

Isn’t just dispatching

Santa’s sea grotto

Matching motto hatching


“It ain’t called bloody Catching!”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Queen of the Willows and the Woods

Queen of the willows, ferns, shadows and moss.
Her miniature dragon perched on her lap with pleasure,
Both together adding to verdant forest a duo treasure.
Unclear to the feral and fey which one is the boss.

Lady green velvet in her almost totally backless gown,
With cobweb tattoos and powerful bracelets of copper,
Curly auburn hair cascading down, a pleasant show stopper.
The most formidable beauty for miles around.

There is a hush in the forest, the woodland creatures pause.
Is it man? Is it human? Is it a slider or a prancer? We all hesitate.
It is a tiny garter snake, who has no idea of his almost fate.
Luckily these two guardians will not injure anyone without cause.

The forest gives them shelter, loving both for their observant skills.
They watch over closely the squirrels, raccoons, opossum and fox,
These two lovely creatures who never honor any clocks.
They tolerate much, but truly do not like any animal that kills.

Hats

Hats are such a marvel,
   when the weather is so garbled,
A multitude of quick coverlets to warm the brain
   protect the head from snow, wind and  rain.
A dapper, flamboyant chapeau
   to quickly dawn where ever you might go,

A fedora brandished by some handsome man
   that would display his appealing stand.
A stetson for the guy from Texas
   who stands tall before the rest of us.
A tam, a topper
   a Panama show stopper.

Some pretty little girl in a bonnet
   that inspires a Shakespearean sonnet.
Better yet, a woman's choice of millinery
    to walk a fashion show off fritillary.
To church or same gandiose Easter parade
   that gleams and stands above the seasonal charade.

Hats are such a blessing
   when the cold requires warm protective dressing.
The prediction is for gusty winds and cold, 
   hats need only be warm not necessarily bold.
Take your pick
   but make it quick
your nose, your face, your head
   need covering, that goes unsaid.
   as temperatures drop
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Beauty-My Mother-Suprise

Expectedly it came and she knew it
Those sleepless and there were many of those
The rareness of bonding session with her ,my mother
The multitasking of motherhood
The goal had to be achieved at all cost
The determination that was displayed
The support that was given for a remarkable woman
The days, months ,years  of hard work finally paid off
The honouring of a family name
And she had done exactly that

We had planned it well to the last detail
So many things to do and so little time
It was a surprise all right
My big sister Ruth had to come down from Cape Town
Who else was going to execute this plan, if she is not here
And besides it was her speciality
We had to thread carefully, no loop holes were allowed
To be discreet was the middle word
To be thankful was part of her nature, my mother
And she deserved exactly that

The creativity was in the atmosphere
As the decorations were awesome
Yeah, it was no child play
The smell from the kitchen, made the mouth watering
Left the tummy to make funny noises
The ladies had done a great job
Yep, the champagne and the wine, all the goodies
The weather was just a blessing
And the outfit was a show stopper

Yep, the guests were amazing
In their academic wear, I tell you
Yes, the family had arrived
In their best behaviour, hilarious was the norm for the day
Her close friends,
Whom she had walked with on this journey
Her mother, she was just speechless
Her only husband, he was just too  proud of her
And we all knew that
She will be thankful

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Rhythm

Author Dana Redricks
June 8, 2027

I got rhythm in my soul. I got that fire in my soul that makes me stand up and be bold. I know this world can be cold. I have that rhythm that makes me never skip a beat. I that something inside of me that makes you want to stand to your feet. Some may call me sassy, but no not me, I’m just classy. I got that rhythm, because I’m far beyond rehearsal. I’m on the stage for the final finale. I’m a show stopper, a jaw dropper. I’m that rhythm of a toe tapper. I’m the rhythm of the night. Believing in myself that everything will be alright. I’m that rhythm that makes you want to stand up for your rights and never give up without a fight. I’m that rhythm that keeps you going, and always knowing that as long as you got rhythm you can keep on going.

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