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A Plethora of America Online Screen Names

(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).

No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after

singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat crow
campy bonehead devoured carrion
(blech) property extinct dodo.

Egregious discreet escapades
sneeze silly explains at chew
(albeit lamely) philandering,
foolish extramarital dalliances,
I now regret and genuinely eschew

interesting complete one hundred eighty
sobering perspective regarding grandview
emotional shell shocked fallout experienced
courtesy this wanderlust myopic
quite reformed practicing Jew
whose doubting thomas belief, credo, dogma...

closely aligned with Unitarianism milieu
dirty deeds done dirt cheap willingly crafted
previous poems offering adulterated preview
years after, the missus
got told deux gals I did hammer, nail and screw

at present juncture within space time continuum,
yours truly maintains critical view
bespeaking polygamous antics,
now reviled when garden variety
generic primate initially acted cagey
while going bananas within human zoo.

I sought amorous affections
(think verboten fruit) cuz marriage went askew
(daily altercations transpired
between me and the missus),

thus as iterated above
unhappy husband stealthily finagled bravado
(dreamt up one after another digital pseudonyms
blithely cavorting debauchery ejaculating

unsuspecting self incrimination) cyber sex debut
successfully launched prurient hitherto
novel short lived role as Casanova
starring me... Matthew

Scott Harris whose hubris
coursed thru mine every sinew
until... worst fate than being caught
by cannibalistic Zulu.


Premium Member The Custard

Let me tell you a short story
A tale of long ago
When mother was a teenage bride
One who loved her man so

His mother always made dessert
Different everyday
Mother wanted to please her man
That she did in all ways

Mother decided to make a pie
Simple egg custard
She had all the ingredients
For this she's not flustered

She went to work stirring the mix
Then popped in the oven
They would eat like the very rich
Food for a whole dozen

When done it was loose and runny
A great disappointment
Mom threw it fast under the house  
A very sad moment

Young ladies don't give up or despair
If you make a mistake
For my mother turned out to be 
Sought after for her cakes

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Theme: Pies
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member - Weaver Arachene -


                                 A poor little girl from Lydia
                                Earned her life stay with weave
                           She woved the most beautiful carpets
                                     No money or gold she got
                                 but some wool and some food
                    Arachene was a famous and sought after weaver
                    Everyone admired her work, she had a great talent
             Goddess Athena heard about this little girl who was so skilled
                Athena could also weave but not as amazing as Arachene
                      No one should be better than the Goddess Athene
                                  she was angry and very jealous
                    Arachene was forced to take her own life .... suicide
                              Although the Goddess Athene was evil 
                             she regretted slightly in the last second
                             She created little Arachene into a spider
                                      Next time you see a spider
                         send some thoughts to the little girl from Lydia
                                Arachene spins beautiful spider web
                                          in your and my garden




(Greek Mythology)
10.10.2013
A-L  Andresen :)
Form: Ode

Premium Member A Part of Me

A Part of me 

My soul oftentimes wanders 
as l relentlessly ponders 
whispering endlessly 
echoing in a timeless space
Surprisingly finding strength 
amidst a vacuum 
strutting tall within the drowning storm
waking the dream 
with a touch of the scattered embers
paving a path
through the thick and the thin
setting up my sun
soaring to the heavenlies with a string 
peeling away the darkened clouds 
layer's after layers
setting fires to my fear 
while dancing with the aimless smoke
fishing out a future 
woven in the boisterous wind
I sought-after the mystery 
embedded in this walking mystic
Form: Lyric

My Dreams Were Killed

The beautiful times of the past,
Which faded away so fast.
My school days,
Were cheerful in so many ways.

I miss those fine hours,
When I was bestowed with love showers.
I was the child most sought after,
Life was nothing but laughter.

Until I saw him,
And realised I was living my dream.
All I wanted was his affection,
To cross all boundaries of perfection.

We looked like a dream together,
And wanted to be like that forever.
Times were soon taking a turn,
And happiness was to burn.

I saw him first,
He touched me last.
Now I stand here,
With his child so near.

A child with a child,
In a world so wild.
Lots of responsibilities,
Lack of courage.

A child in my hand,
My friends with awards.
I had taken out a sword,
That killed my dreams.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mistakes

Mistakes are often made by folks who do not think before the act.
If they did then they would see that it's a well known fact.
That those who look before they leap tend to fare much better,
Than those who rush ahead in hopes to capture some great treasure;

Or perhaps some deal may pass and trickle through their fingers,
And later on when they look back they find regret oft lingers,
Long into the days and weeks and oft into the years,
And when it does you'll often find your hind sight blurred by tears.

Most know the future's poorly seen and hind sight's twenty-twenty,
If you don't weigh your pros and cons you'll have regrets aplenty.
Rush head long toward some goal, some long sought after treasure;
Think not what may the future holds and repent at your leisure.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member SEA GLASS

O’ I sea! Kaleidoscopes pageantry beige dew of specks of sands
Sun shines powerful midst the high day mass;
Mine eyes sees is a smooth and rounded pieces of glass;
Sparkled weathered and polished by the waters, waves and sand;

Mine eyes spies as it sees from the watery sea;
Distinguished smooth, rounded shapes, 
Frosted surface texture, and unique color variations debris;
O’ I sea! The color of sea glass deepens none phosphate;


Also known as beach glass;
 By the action of waves and sand; 
It is a popular collectible beautiful catch;
And can be found on beaches all over the world lands;

"Genuine sea glass” Common colors include by lots;
Of white, brown, green, and blue, while rarer colors like red, orange,
And yellow are highly sought after by collector’s connoisseurs;
Tumbled in the ocean for years broken glass tumbled broken rounded pretty to the amateur

7/17/24
Sea Glass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish

Acoustic Rose

If whom ever should take me out before I make my statement
Then Smile, for I am no longer here

I once was your angel submerged in sadness
I am now your rose meager and darkened

I am a chapter written
A sought after answer smitten

I speak when no other will listen 
Because I know when it ends I beg upon the skies to glide low

You may kneel amongst the stairway to ask for me
You may journey through fire bitten smut to summon thee

Here I lie
After my flesh hours devour

Whisper if you will
For I now find myself at peace with songs

Below this casket of true lies
As a rose of absence I lay

	Smiles equal tears
	Ur Black Rose
Form:

An Abecedarian Year-end Poem

After 365 days of
Balancing our daily routines,
Caring for our loved ones,
Daring to dream of relaxing days - yes,
Even after realising it's all
Futile, we still wait to have our
Great days, our very own
Happy mornings - long live our
Imagination; But let's not just
Judge the year gone past, badly;
Keeping ourselves in good health,
Longing to have some "me time",
Maintaining good relationships -
Never have all these been more important
Or sought after, than in these
Post-covid times - rather, an essential
Quiet gap between difficult times of
Rains, virus and wars, among others;
Somewhere between tragedies, we became
Thankful for the silver linings - appreciating
Universal peace and helping each other;
Vacations and holidays recharged us and I
Wish that we get more of those every year. 
X-mas now gives way to the start of a new
Year - a year that I hope keeps us all safe, 
Zestful and yearning for a peaceful life.

Premium Member All Things To Me

One day let's just sit together
Both our legs in the other's entwined
We'll read each other short stories
And prose from the great poets of time
I
Then let's watch some old movies
Your choice for what is in store
Can we start though with Breakfast at Tiffany's?
I've never seen that movie before
L
After let's work on some crosswords
I really love solving with you 
You've become quite my sought after pardner
And without you I can't always get through 
O
Tell me what are you reading?
I'll start reading the exact book then too
I like to share things together 
And to do the same things that you do
V
Okay, now let's turn on some music
I've become quite the folk connoisseur 
There's really good Americana
And of course don't forget Civil Wars 
E
Wait, why don't we make our own music?
There's lots of ideas I've accrued
In numerous bits and in pieces that fit
But I want your ideas to include
Y
I'll tell you the fact of the matter
There's nobody other than you
Who I'd want to work with on the things that I love
All the things that I love and pursue
O
Maybe you're tired of hearing this
I know I repeat it again and again 
It's just that of you I do dream alot
And wait for the now! from the when?
U
Form: Rhyme

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