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Premium Member Right This Wrong

God, I have a prayer for you today.
It’s just from me, but please hear what I have to say.

Millions are being abandoned, starved and soon alone, where some in Ukraine are still free to roam.
Children are becoming hungry, helpless and alone. 

Give them bravery, messengers of God,
imaginary staffs and protective rods.
(Psalm 23)

Our leader’s horrible disdain has caused many to join The Hopeless Train.
Beg your angels to collect their pain. 
 

Smalls tears are turning into puddles of fears.

Guardian angels, Ukraine needs protection, guidance and love,
hope, reassurance and your spiritual hugs, 
from all your celestial beings above. 

To my Deedoosh and my Babusys hold each other tight.
Hnhely, we pray for you today and tonight.

To Germany, Danke 
Great Britain, Much obliged
Sweden, Tack
France, Merci
New York City, Thank you
And The United Kingdom.... our freedom.  

Keep Ukraine’s enemies away.
From those on TV and those who are evil, far away.

President Zelensky my hope for you,

End the war for Ukrainian’s families,
Stand strong, 
believe the world will right this wrong. 

"Keep rising, keep moving, your silence is the loudest response"

Help Ukrainians to be brave in the face of fear. 
People are trying to support you far and near.

Unite us together 
and please now forever.

God, you listened to my prayer today, thank you for hearing what I had to say.
Form: Rhyme


Mother Earth's Yard Sale

Mother Earth decided
To have a yard sale
From the sands on her beach
With all of its sea shells
Including all the forest green
And mountain tops as well
Even all the in-betweens
Along with everything else

Selling all her waters
The entire lot
Ponds, lakes, and winding streams 
What's clean and what's not
Even comes with the fish
All ready to be caught
Puddles go for 50 cents
If that's all you've got

Feel's she's getting way too old
To take care of it all
From the largest that there is
To the smallest of the smalls
With the creatures that can walk
And those that slither and crawl
Trying her best to get full price
Before she has to discount it all

She'll pay the price for adds up front
Advertising in the almanac
Get it in early enough
So she's not stuck in the back
Make it all day Fri
And half a day on Sat
With a chance to buy it all
Wherever you are at

As Mother Earth delegently
Sets up her yard sale
All must go as you can see
Take it home for yourself
Once it's all sold and gone
She has yet to figure out
Just knows that she desperatly needs 
Some time alone to herself

An Alphabet of Talent

Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon

All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?


for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
Form: Couplet

Kinder surprises


KINDER SURPRISES  

Let's talk about D**ks
Those weird little pr**ks
The anatomy
Not the person
Hold on
This will worsen
The further we go on
We can only go wrong
Just kidding
I tell lies
Like many do on their size
Reality does differ
When talking about their stiffer
But, seriously
Jokes aside
In their fella
They take pride
Probably would have cried
If knew only touched the side
Stop complaining
You should thank her
Not alone
Not a wanker
Some are shy
Some are proud
Some appear random in a crowd
All shapes & all sizes
Like kinder surprises
Wish not to get crude
This can only turn rude
They will blow
Love a suck
Like a play
Built to ??
Some better than another
Depending on the lover
So impressed
They are gleaming
Too bad only dreaming
When it comes to their member
Some like it tender
Others come across tough
Like it hard
Like it rough
Thick to thin
Bigs to smalls
Forget to not neglect their balls
Reading this
I'm sure some find it corny
Dirty other buggers
Bet it makes them horny
Just having a laugh, guys
All are perfect
Hearing this attention
They would all stand errect
Only going downhill
Enough has been said
So, stand tall from the ball to its proud mighty head!!!
Form: Rhyme

Lice Attack

They prepared a squad to ambush
On hairy forests of a human head.
Things were well planned to push
The army on the murky skin-bed.

Army of Lice marched on warily
Towards the places assigned to all.
They had to peep everywhere slyly
Lest they are knocked by Fingernail.

The Larger ones are the commanders
Of this momentous Guerrilla attack.
Smalls will follow forgetting Slanders
And battle with guts, work in Pack.

They furrow the skin to make Trench
So that they can fight and stay secure.
Some would plunge in them to drench
Themselves in the blood for adventure.

These Lice have a Mission to fulfill.
They make slices of nice hair with
Their teeth of Vice like stinging Eel
Or Mice, with ruthless urge beneath.

They have attacked on the Two-footed,
Some would hide and ambush at once,
Some hang by hair until it’s uprooted.
All they do is sip, sting, cling, flounce.
© Osman Gani  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Books To Read

        My library has grown and grown,
      so many-  my shelves groan;
there are more books than I can ever read,
        but they keep coming like a need.
There are tilting piles of books along walls,
accumulated in time both the big-   and smalls;
      books, books on each table . . . 
        to read I will be unable.
I can hear them -  whispering to me their story;
a thousand doors into love, fury and glory . . .  
         I wander up and down each row,
      so much-   I want to know;
I smile at books I've read before and some,
        are children's books I'd read with mom.
I spot a naughty tale intended to arouse,
and blushing, put it back-  continue with my browse;
      from cars, to crime, to birds . . . 
        each shelf is packed with learned words.
I'd like to read each one-  too much for me to see;
I'd need to reach the year three thousand ninety-three !  

________________________________
October 16, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/A Thousand Books to Read
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-034-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
            Co-writer, Jack Horne


Written for the contest, Introduction by Collaboration
sponsor, Silent One

First Place
Form: Rhyme

Fun In the Tub

Fun In The Tub
In the bath tub, I relax from the day.
The hot water from the tap does evenly spray
I put in the bubbles and froth them all up
Light me some candles and get a romantic book.

I slip in the bubbles and they cling everywhere
All soft on my skin all waiting to share
Every inch of my body all covered in bubbly froth
The steam in the room if it were smoke I would cough.

I lay and relax all sensuous lying in bath tub heaven.
When someone shouts up the stairs
“Get a move on will you, its way after seven,
 I want some food and a drink and I need to use the loo
 Unless I come up and get in with you?”

My heavenly bath is over, I ascend rather quick
I know what he’s after, I know every trick.
I’m out and I’m dressed before he ascends the stairs
“Oh I thought you were in the tub I was after your wares.”

My wares are all gone covered up like a nun
I’m not in the mood for any of his fun,
I watch him strip off down to his smalls
He slips in the baths where I have used some bath balls
I scrub his back gently as he likes me too
And yes you have guessed it I’m now in there too.
Form: Rhyme

Soft Green

Soft Green

               moss will cover all
               shy fungi nestle in deep
               layers of dim shade


           GINSU-KNIFE       EASTPORT   , MAINE   USA   

    I know this spot well.  Its on the forested seashore in the
      farthest eastern corner of the USA. The spring is bubbling with sweet water
       amongst the ferns.
   Seasons bring waves of blossoms and greenery  and gold
   Day lillies linger for weeks.. The lupine trumps all. Pick a color.
      The old timers all call that slice of rocky woods The Heritage.
       We still dont know what the lights at night are all 
about on Smalls Island, across the cove. Its empty ....  ???
Form: Haiku

Deliver Me a Champion

if I could take this time 
stretch it a millennium 
make each second mine
with each more evident
if I commit my mind
absorb and assemble
after falls climb
actions that resemble
with always one eye
reminding me my aim
while the other sights
smalls steps on the way
enthusiasm never dies
still I never stay
remember realise 
attitudes alternate
risk and rest and rise
through testing times and trial
believe when all is doubt 
soldier on through tear and smile
if this way out of reach 
a path around or bridge to seek
if dark within a tunnel
the dot of light I see
if I believe in me
never cave to grief
carry on regardless
use ignorance usefully
if I never give up or give in
carry on through new begin
when I can see what others don't
then give up I wont 
the power of mind to carry on
deliver me a champion
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

I Can See Clearly Now

there was these woods as a kid that always gave me chills
                        full of trees and rocks,ponds and hills
                        there were more things lurking that in the forest 
                       snakes hanging from trees ,wolves howling in chores
                        
                        i couldn't help thinking that those were unholy grounds
                         always feared entering due to frighting sounds
                         then there was always this bonechillin breeze
                         constantly have you thinking that someone was hiding behind the trees
             
                       at night you could hear the different monsters as they creep
                        listen closely you'll hear the pounding sounds of giant feet's
                        just the dreary darkness gave me quite the scare 
                       so i never cared to know what was really out there
                       
                       but here i am i'm back now 
                       and i must overcome my fear of those woods somehow
                        just one more fear , i know i can kick it 
                      and i found out those woods were just some thickets
 
                      alot of tall grass and a few smalls trees 
                     and those snakes hanging were just funny looking leaves
                      i geuss i imagine all those creepy sounds
                      for there was nothing but coons and dogs running around
                      
                     there were pine cones falling and the flapping wings of birds
                  and  that small creek cant be all the water i heard
                      well i guess those woods don't scare me like they did 
                 cause i see much clearer now than when i was a kid!!!!!!!!
Form: Monorhyme

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