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Premium Member puses

It’s the morning of a different day—who knew there’d be another?
Lisa and I went on our harbor jog @ 5am—that’s nothing new.
It was, like 44°—we’re enjoying fall’s cold, refreshing bite.

Anyway, my mind wasn’t on it and I nearly stumbled over
a chunk of dark, uneven roadway, made invisible by its function.
Charles, jogging beside me, wordlessly managed to right me
without us losing a step and I smiled my thanks.

argh! I’ve got to get out of my head.

Later, in class, lulled by the comfort of the stiff, wooden chair, my eyes unfocused and the professor’s voice seemed to fade into the backdrop. Suddenly, he was asking me a direct question that seemed almost without context.

Metaphorically slapped back into focus, I scanned the room and the whiteboard for clues before awkwardly—walking the edge of catastrophe—I bluffed it out, because, well, I’ve an instinctive reluctance to admit defeat with any sort of grace.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I had dreams—nothing with a defined purpose–just an amalgamate of bonfires and storms in a coastal scrubland with an odor of fresh cedar and a sense of casual vulnerability.

My attention today is like an intermittent pulse.
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Songs for this:
Headz Gone West by Nia Archives
Dark Red by Steve Lacy


Premium Member Red Skull Vanished

During WW II from a frozen aircraft in the Arctic sea,
the  Nazi General, Schmidt, named as sneaky Red Skull,
stole Tessaract, the eerie relic of untold godly power,
that he wanted to channel to change the entire world.

Steve Rogers was a commoner aspiring to be a soldier,
after a few disheartening initial failures he got chosen
for the super soldier unique experiment in US military,
serum injection, Vita-rays made him Captain America.

Rogers exhibited the extraordinary acts of gallantry
when he could alone release all the prisoners of war
by infiltrating furtively into the fortified Nazi fortress,  
notorious Red Skull had constructed in the Hydra base.

To stop Schmidt using weapons of mass destruction,
he was attacked in his aircraft by superhero Rogers.
Facing disgraceful defeat and fearing to be captured, 
Red Skull used the mysteriously powerful Tesseract.

The mystic force of the contraption opened a wormhole
that sucked into it the maimed body of the Nazi General.
The aircraft crashed into the icy water of the Arctic sea,
Rogers remained untraced, Red Skull vanished in space.

______________

February 14, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superhero Or Supervillain
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori

Premium Member Bye-Bye, Negligee

The black negligee just made me hotter
for my Stephen who waited downstairs,
but before starting my descent,
I thought better skin than silk.
My lust grew with each step.
I heard him breathing.
He called out. Then—
I woke up!
I WAS
nude.
Steve
said, “You’re
nekkid, Ann.
Ain’t you chilly?
Sleepwalking again.
Some night you’re gonna fall!
Before you go back to bed,
could ya get me a beer and—Hey!
You’re standin’ there like Cy Young about
to hurl a baseball. Ha, ha! HAND it-- Owww!”


Date: October 12, 2019
Contest Title: Nude--Descending a Staircase
Sponsor: John Lawless
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Bad Mouthing the Apple

In the beginning was a quince
And a lady named Eve, where was her prince?
When she was in need, Satan got to Eve 
“Did God really say?” was Satan’s foray
Why has the apple’s name been sullied, and bullied
Is the argument valid (in this word salad)?
The confusion of transgender, was put in a blender
(It was not Adam and Steve, or Madam and Eve)
And what came out, was quince-essential doubt
It’s a blender schism, to mix transgenderism
And what fell on Newton’s head, begs the question instead
At the end of the path of math, is the numerical aftermath
Just because the numbers fall into line, doesn’t prove that a theory is right
The numbers can so easily comport, with the globe or flat sort
The gravity of this situation, is we need The Original Consideration
In a flat and free fall spin there is a sense of it all within
Am I bad mouthing the apple with which I grapple?
I have a right to be heard, even if I say “that’s absurd”

(This tug-of-war we tussle with 
Negative, affirmative (and back and forth we go
EI EI O)

On God’s farm he has some terms
EI EI O
And on this farm, we have to learn
EI EI O
Tangents and terms, numbers and words
EI EI O
And the schoolhouse rocks down the path of math
EI EI O
Which theory do we need query
EI EI O
And to me and you (and the Berean gumshoe)
EI EI O
Embrace the task and we must ask, “What did God really say?”
Form: Rhyme

The Sapling and the Wood

The sapling and the wood..                   Steve Hudson

What would I tell my sons if my days were soon ending?
I would tell them:
Oh my dear precious sons
Our time on this earth is too short,
My eyes dim for a moment, only to brighten on larger frames,
With your heads on my chest, I embrace you, afraid of letting go,
Wanting to spare you from the world I left behind, with its terrors of the night,

Sometimes life will cut you down
You will feel like you can’t carry its burden
And hope may lose all definition
But find your heart in the face of doubt and uncertainty.

For you have a father who loves beyond measure
Here on earth, and in Heaven,
A father who will never stop fighting for you, believing for you
Pursue the one thing that makes you come alive
And be that to the world around you,
May Jesus Christ be the center and purpose of your very being.
For nothing on this earth will satisfy like the Bread of Life.
If you’re afraid, do it anyway, 
And know that if its right, whatever happens because of it
Is worth the outcome.

Never lose the wonder of the first time,
Live with honor, valor and passion,
Be the men you want others to be
Walk in such a way, that they would not quickly try you,
Though such would quickly follow you to the end.

Know that I have done my best for you with what I had,
My hope is that it was enough.
© Angel Fire  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member THEM THERE CHILLREN- MY SpokenWord

"Then their child running a while why misplacement noticed ran into grandma coffee table forecast both ashtray in the race better run and bite that tongue ?? 

Steve chillin in the refrigerator eating all the sweet potatoes Billy's on the chair in the cookie jar while Kathy still in the bathroom doing her hair in the race with discipline some of y'all ain't right so you better run and bite that tongue

Linda got a mouth on her makes others feel uncomfortable she trashed her trash mouth her vulgar words she do spew out some of the words she cannot spell she rips and runs she speaks death not life oh well this is the chosen free will You Better Run and bite that  tongue

So don't get to relax don't feel like it grown don't speak to anyone uncouth stay polite when you belong because one day someone's going to tug or pull out your righteous tongue before then you spit out spit up stand up be righteous because in your disobedience
Whale and will call be still don't fall
 you better run and bite that tongue"

6/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

Premium Member Ernestine and the Wolverine

Ernestine and her friends sweet sixteen
Jean   Irene   Josephine   and Pauline

Dolled up in glamorous aubergine velveteen
Dreamt of being harvest queens on Halloween

Living it up Eugene drove their limousine 
Directly to the drive-in theater widescreen

And there He was    larger than life    The Wolverine
With his deep hypnotic eyes of aquamarine

Twists and turns unforeseen in out and in between
For something not much bigger than a magic bean

Escaped the guillotine somewhere in the Philippine  
Plenty of action all for a figurine of Byzantine

Hearts pitter patter    larger than life    The Wolverine
With the dreamiest hypnotic eyes of aquamarine

Back home Ernestine tossed her poster of Steve McQueen
The pristine one torn last week from a hip teen magazine

There was a new heartthrob on the scene
Sweeter than a bowl of ice scream topped with praline

Sitting to write her love letter to The Wolverine
Seal it with a kiss colour and scent of tangerine



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on March 25, 2018 for contest LOVE LETTER II sponsored by VIV WIGLEY  -  RANKED 5TH
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Captain America, a Brief History

 
Captain America . . .  a superhero created by
      cartoonist Joe Simon and Jack Kirby
        first appeared in 1941 in Marvel Comics
          he was a patriotic super soldier
who fought in WW11

          interest  in him waned after the war
and his character was put in suspended animation
                to be revived in 1964 and is still popular today
    his attire has always resembled an American flag
and he carries a nearly indestructible shield

Captain America is the alter ego of Steve Rogers
       a frail young artist  ...  who joins the military
          and gets enhanced to be human perfection
    with an experimental super soldier serum

  there are plastic figures, gear, outfits and lunch boxes
       and so much more available for kids

          over the years
                in his hundreds and hundreds of comic 
                     adventures he has been killed off
  he has fought all the other superhumans, won
    and sometimes died, only to be revived over and over
                    because no one can defeat
                                           Captain America ....

                 I like the Avenger series the best of all
       and there is no end to his adventures
           in comic books and movies
      in this modern age when we need heroes  ...

_____________________
May 29, 2022


Poetry/Bio/Captain America, A Brief History
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-392-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Captain America
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 06/05/2022

First Place
Form: Bio

Premium Member Is My Destiny Prison Or Death, Or Both - Title By Steve Miller

I’ve gotten so far ahead in this world
By taking the easy way out and slinging drugs.
I don’t take care of my little boy and girl
Because, deep down inside, I’m just an average thug.

I drive around in a car that’s better than most,
And flash my gang signs to anyone that will look.
I have no morals and, in this life, I just want to coast.
It’s so much easier than real work to be a crook.

I see the humor in living high on the hog,
While the ones that I sell to can barely survive.
I may be no different than a rabid dog,
Killing those that get in my way so that I can thrive.

I see people working so hard to try to get ahead,
But they just get weighed down by the stress of it all.
Any given day, I could become one of the dead,
So, I’d rather live on top than be the one that falls.

Is it my destiny to live this kind of life?
I’ll either end up in prison or dead…or maybe both.
Do I really want a family and a loving wife?
Is it possible to change and take another oath?

Will karma come for me when I least expect it?
Is there any justice in this world at all?
I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@.
When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.
Form: Rhyme

You Tube History Lessons

Many thanks to the Three wise men
Who invented You tube
Your Creativity, Ideas, Charisma and Charm
Have created a platform 
Where the world can get paid
While Entertaining and having Fun
Thanks to Chad Hurley
The Co-founder and CEO of today's video sharing
Many are able to earn money 
While video sharing
Thank you to Steve Chen
Who saw an opportunity
To expand on today's technology
His intelligence and brilliance created an App 
That has surpass all of Modern day technology
Last but not lease lets not forget Jawed Karim 
The young computer scientist 
So Elegant and Graceful
Gorgeous and Charming 
His beauty is so Alarming
He is Intelligent and Appetizing
His bravery and confidence is so captivating
The first to upload his video on video sharing

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