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The Possum of Possibilities was invited by Grandpa Troll to visit our brood,
The Possum heard Carol had a dry spell and a terrible writer’s block, so true.
With the troll’s adventures, penguin’s antics, and witches brew...
With Dragon’s mayhem in town, something had to be done, they knew.
Grandpa Troll brought Possum over, for Carol to peruse,
He looked her up, down, and sideways to everyone’s amuse,
Her mind’s wheels were not lined up right, he announced.
You have activity all about you, that's very pronounced.
It is all swirling around and not latching to the cogs.
Ideas and stories are coming in fast and plenty, but…
There are so many and they are acting like a stream of logs,
Her brain is overloaded and getting a little bit clogged.
Possum instructed Grandpa Troll on the best course of action,
But Dragon was nearby and overheard the conversation.
Our fiery friend was planning on how to clear the brain jam,
Then ski-daddle and go on the lam.
Like so many plans before, he knew Carol’s brain was crammed,
And his ideas always ended up like some explosive spam.
Grandpa Troll saw that look in Dragon’s eyes and knew there was a plot,
And said to Possum; “We'll need your help again, before we’re in a spot.”
Over to Dragon Possum went, then a once over, right, left, and top to bottom,
Grandpa Troll reached into a dusty drawer that hadn’t seen light since Suttom.
Out he pulled two pens, one larger than the other, filled with magic ink.
An incantation filled the air – “E pluribus divideous writeous inlink.”
(Basically saying; what stories were divided are now joined by two writers.)
Possum handed one to Carol and the larger one to Dragon.
“With the magic pens, you both will be able to see the stories about you.”
For Carol, he pointed out; now the cogs won't get dinked, as ideas get linked,
And Dragon, a source of the jams, once written down, became happy as a clam.
Both help each other, now, as Grandpa Troll had hoped with all the activities.
And with a little help from an old friend, called the Possum of Possibilities.
A writer’s block that was going on with his dear...
Is a tale that Hubby has now told, and made so clear.
And now another peaceful evening… was suddenly shot all to Heck...
Until Next time…. As Dragon and Carol are now racing all about!
Michael Eastman & Carol Written 7-21-2015
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?
I hate robocalls!
Inxs of recorded messages
transmitted automatically
to my telephone number
by automatic dialing device.
I turn off damn ringer,
and disassemble (carefully
as disabling a time bomb)
internal workings nevertheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls
digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape
gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into
outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
(minus the green eggs)
oh... yes even after life,
while weightlessly
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...
yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal
spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author
instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly,
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly
vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)
sundering coalescence
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,
contributes to conspiracy theory
linkedin with ghost calls
thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams
on a green day.
Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living person
asked courteously by his name
of the human league,
I police tell the caller
purely coincidental!
One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it? Best keep quiet then and sip on a buttercup ball. Oh how quiet simplistic and simplistic is good and carved from a singular form of an art. So bake a tart carefully then. Wisdom in a whisk. Waiting in a wish. And standing tall under a huge blooming canopy of personified petals whose playfulness can portray peaceful pianoforte to a breeze. Even the coldest winds can be mellowed by such charms. Amulets linking arms then. Good. Portray not a salad as a stew and a fortress created from several million potatoes is a potent power indeed. But not when baked. With or without chilli beans. Jump then. Go on. Jump up and down and wave the arms and legs around. Causing cake to care for cream. And legs on a train are the legs of the seats whose tired frames seat many a fat curdled ceo on a wild journey to an office. How rather exciting then for the many cups and glasses placed in front of a portly frame. Tickle a taste. And taste a tissue. Yum then. Oh look.....the right window is showing a pond and the left window is showing a sea. Remarkable. Oh no a tunnel tube duck then. But no quack. It is merely the antics of a rug that can hug the copper blue. And the throwing of one pebble can release a wind machine on the hill. Paperclip is not a paperweight nor is it a planed plank. Ok then. Understood. Uniquely. A sham is not a slam nor a spam. And the delicate floaty fish in a chiffon outfit can scare a shark if dressed in white tunics. So always adhere to colours in an oceanic ballroom. Wow. Vibrancy in scales and fins. Swoosh then swirl. Very nicely timed waltz that was. And equally effective is the whirring of five hundred rotary blades who sing the calling cards to the wings of steel at dusk. Surrounded by over a million translucent clouds. Iridescent beauty. And a clap to hear. And all whilst the tomatoes form a pretty pattern on the tabletop yard. Hahahaha salad singing shape song. Hahaha floors arriving mind your head. Xxxxx synergistic syndrome symmetrically symbolised syntax xxxxx crustacean Z z z z Z.
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A grin, a smile, so happy to see.
To be with your loved ones, your family.
All the things,
You think Christmas could be.
But not in this house,
For I am alone,
Just my cat and a mouse,
Make up my little home.
There are those more fortunate,
Than I,
But don't shed a tear,
Don't start to cry.
For this is the life,
I have made for myself.
I have some salt pork,
And some beans on the shelf.
On the really cold nights,
I must look a sight,
I have my space heater,
To make it feel right.
I'll grab my blanket,
And get cozy and warm,
Have to watch my budget,
Save for a storm.
My entertainment,
Is the cat and the mouse,
Scurrying here and there,
All over the house.
A knock at my door,
Is never heard,
Except for the banker,
He is such a nerd.
He wants his money,
I tell him next week,
But that's not good enough,
My land he does seek.
I'll be out by Christmas,
A miracle I need,
But I have a weakness,
To help less fortunate than me.
I have good neighbors,
In this little country town,
For me, help is not an option,
For they never come around.
But this is ok,
For a loner I am,
They don't know what they're missing,
When I get out the spam.
Such a meal it will make,
A special dinner for me,
Maybe for Christmas,
We'll just have to see.
There lives a widow woman,
Not far from my place,
But she wont accept help,
She thinks it's a disgrace.
So when she has,
A few cents to spare,
I'll go down and help her,
Without a care.
But this is not enough,
To save my little house,
I wonder what will happen,
To the cat and the mouse.
I can't take them with me,
I have no place to go,
It is so cold now,
It is starting to snow.
But fear not for me,
Or the cat and the mouse,
For they are best buddies,
And don't need a house.
I'll be alright,
I have it all figured out,
I'll go visit the banker,
And sleep in his HOUSE.
If you made it this far I wish to thank you for reading. This is not my life ..... well some of it
is .... I do have a cat ..... he's such a mean putty cat ....lol. I wrote this because I was
reminded of the less fortunate. Don't just think of them at Christmas time, but always. Ken
My Life With Barbara
A loving summary
By Franklin Price
01/26/2022
The year was nineteen sixty-nine, sixty-eight was spent in 'nam
There was no social media, no laptops and no spam.
No cell phones anywhere in sight, man was not yet on the moon
Then I met the true love of my life. We were dating by mid June
We could feel the bond between us, no denying how we felt,
Enamored by each other, on the both sides of the belt
We were both before in wedlock, both disappointed by the fact.
Mine was one and hers was two. We headed for the final act
She already had our daughter. Her first birthday in July.
I was there to celebrate it. I'd later rock her when she'd cry
Her brother asked me my intentions, for he'd seen her hurt before
I said they were most honorable. Zero for one was then my score
I asked her if she'd marry me as I held her in my arms.
We loved each other's company, enjoyed each others lucky charms
We were married in November, one week after my birthday,
Was a good way to remember, 'cause I was there and planned to stay
She was only twenty-one and I was barely twenty-four,
When we said I do's the final time and walked out the church's doors
Just as soon as it was possible I adopted Danielle Dawn
She was just the cutest, better than a spotted fawn.
Within our first few years of marriage, Barb lost her step dad and her mom
Doctors told her she had problems and they dropped the cancer bomb.
Would be no children from our marriage. That was quite alright to be.
The child I married and adopted, is still the best, and here for me.
The years went by and our love grew. We traveled place to place.
When apart, we missed each other, Until again were face to face.
Never cheated on each other, as did our spouses in the past
Our love was true and realistic, was on a two way street at last
Now the year is twenty twenty-two, January not yet through
God has taken you to heaven. What am I supposed to do?
I brought your ashes home with me. It was only yesterday,
Put them in a loving place and with me they will stay.
Your essence is inside of me and will be until I'm done
Then we'll meet again in Heaven. You will always be the one
there's some praying going on right now
and it's time for you to get on down
down on your knees and to God just pray
that He'll remove all the trash standing in your way
how many time in life have you taken out the trash
to get rid of all those things that are cluttering your path
be it the junk, the spam, the baggages or the issues
it's time to throw out all the old and make room for the new
sooner of later you'll have to alleviate yourself of all that stuff
the debris in your life of which you have had enough
you need to pray about all those things in your life
the burdens,bothers and bondage causing you struggle and strife
one reason that you should pray is because you truly aspire
to be free of all the troubles and problems that you no longer desire
but be careful of those things you carry along in life's race
the things that will weigh you down and slow up your pace
for as far as the East is from the West
God only wants you to have the very best
take out the trash in life, those things that are in your way
and pray God will relieve you of the rubbish this day
just bring it all to Jesus whenever you need a spiritual check-up
bring it before the Savior and be transformed from the neck up
just don't think for one minute that you're the one who's in control
for whenever you pray to God, He's in the process of cleansing your soul
and don't become a garbage picker and attempt to hold on to all that trash
let go of all the dirt and sin and become purified at last
there's a spiritual war going on and the devil's on the stroll
so be girded up in the armor of God to protect the Kingdom's stronghold
just take out the trash and leave it on the cross
get rid of the accumulation, it won't be a great loss
get clean from the inside out and gain a pure heart
learn to forgive, forget and let go that's the best way to start
for there is nothing in this world that the Lord God can't work out
He has the answer to every question that you could possibly sprout
so take out all the trash after you have prayed
and with a clean house God will guide your way
Good evening, hello sir and how do you do,
Our special today here is dish number two.
Spam I am on a plate with a side of burgoo.
Would you like that? I'll bring it to you if you do.
That spam I am
That spam I am
I do not like that spam I am.
Would you like green eggs and ham?
Green eggs and ham? How very droll,
A cliché dish not fit for a troll.
Bring food that's exciting, bring something that's bold,
A dish that will make my poor taste buds explode.
Your chef's the great black and white cat I am told.
A man of discernment sir, that's what you are.
And here is a dish that has come from afar.
An exotic dish from the jungle of Nool,
A dish that will make all your tasting buds drool.
A fine bird nest stew made as big as a pool,
Garnished on top with a Whovian jewel.
Bird nest stew sir, that won't do sir,
I ate that in Solla Sollew sir.
Oh Solla Sollew on the banks of Wah-hoo,
Now there is a town that can make a good stew.
Create a creation for me that's brand new!
You want an original dish by our cat?
Perhaps a fruit salad of yams and loquat
with trufulla fruit and the juice of a yat
Served hot in Bartholomew Cubbins first hat.
What do you think? Do you think you'd like that?
I am a critic of food not of hats,
And I don't approve of the squeezing of yats.
If that is the best that your cat can create,
I tell you right now that he can't be called great.
You say you're a critic, why that's something new,
Who doesn't enjoy our fruit salad or stew,
Who will not eat spam and disdains our burgoo,
I think I'll consult with thing 1 and thing 2.
Please hurry dumbwaiter you're wasting my time.
I need to eat food that is sweet and sublime.
A meal of such goodness I'd call it a crime,
And bring to an end this ridiculous rhyme.
Here sir, have an orange.
Nothing as with in our own Government here in America, is if complained about, i.e.
"Spam" well you have no way on this site to know what if anything they are doing to help and
solve the issue as it were. I noticed early on that a set amount of the same folk were winning
the contests, I then looked after being "Banned" the first time, at the friends of the moderators
and the people who were say always in one form or the other on the sites popular list for the
week, or month, as well as for all time on this site, and as well as I have stated who was
winning the contests. Also the contests by design in themselves are in one way or the other a
prompter if you will to set a particular view if you will or consideration as such they are
presented, to acquire those folk that are on the fence if you will in their particular beliefs, or
lack thereof. Have a look please. I will be back on the site when this "Ban" is up, would love to
have a righteous advocate as such in the struggle for unity, freedom and peace, with God, this
world, or all everyone living as one, under the Guidance and protection of the Father. I am
honored by your efforts to speak for those of us who cannot, or are shunned for the
aspirations of the heart. Peace carry and protect you Jessie.
~ Love ~ James ~ (Or if you will) ~ e v e r y o n e 1 ~
P.S.
As with every Government The main issue and policy of this site is to "NOT" allow for or raise
"Site Unrest". It is the one thing if you look and ask "Kevin the owner of this Site, that I have
been banned for. "Lols"
I invite you to read: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=6883
as well investigate as to why I ask you of this, "please":. I am so honored you have stopped
by friend you have blessed me-yes - I wish as well to bless you. ~ Love ~ James ~ (or if you
will) ~ e v e r y o n e 1 ~
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If you forward this to others
great things will come to your loved ones and to you.
If you forward this to others
every single one of your dreams will one day come to be true.
If you forward this to others
many angels will forever come to protect and to guide you.
If you forward this to others
you'll attain salvation here on earth with all your loved ones all around you.
So don't break the chain and all of the above you will attain
but if you break the chain I can't begin to imagine all the bad stuff to you it will bring.
If you don't forward this to others bad things will most definitely happen to you.
If you don't forward this to others your dreams will never ever come true.
If you don't forward this to others many friends and loved ones will suffer.
If you don't forward this to others
bad luck will follow not only you, but also your sister,brother, father, mother and others.
If you don't forward this to others, well then, Hey Good For You!
If you don't forward this to others you've realized How So Great Are You.
If you don't forward this to others you know that you're not superstitious.
If you don't forward this to others you're not even the least bit suspicious
of bad luck or death, good fortune or fame
coming into your life,
unless you forward this message to others again.
Here's a little bit of news that I'd like to share with all of you today.
and might I say that I truly hope that I enlighten all of you today.
When you Fwd: do you actually know what you have done?
You may have been responsible for infecting viruses to the computers
of all the Fwd:'s that you Fwd:ed on
and to the Fwd:'s that the Fwd:'s Fwd:ed on and on and on,
I know you all love SPAM,...and I say that sarcastically,
but when you Fwd: you participate in creating mailing lists for others to sell out of greed.
That's where all of the unwanted junk emails come from that you so often receive,
to a very, very, very, very, very large degree.