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I was delivering triple meat pizzas to the fat lady, during intermission.
The death happened before I arrived; you can check the cameras.
I wish I had seen something, so I could help you in your investigation.
Some of the singers are whispering about people they suspect.
Line sneaked in here, and was acting odd, I have heard this twice.
Her cousin Lin was seen hiding in a closet in the food court by Hank.
No, of course, I have no direct knowledge. I was not here.
Here is a list of the places I delivered pizza to in the last hour.
With the recipient’s phone numbers. These should clear me.
I saw Steven and Carol tiptoeing away from the orange Julius stand.
He was holding a broken bat; unsure if that will help but it might.
I have two more pizzas t deliver, and they are still hot.
Can I please go?
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Craving took over
Twisted her neck like a soda cap
The woods were silent
All you heard was the snap
Dragged her body
Through the remains of the party
She was a lonely girl
Drank herself numb with Bacardi
She confessed to suicidal thoughts
As I slid my hand up her thigh
Her shy smile invited me in
Waking up thoughts I couldn’t deny
Pressed her up against the tree
With her throat in my hand
Felt her pulse under my fingers
The thoughts I could no longer stand
To see everything inside
That lies underneath her skin
Bones, intestines
The tongue behind her grin
Tied her limbs
To that old wooden gate
Behind it is a shed
I helped build when I was eight
It houses my possessions
Ribs of animals, jars of human remains
A bloodstained shirt from a hitchhiker
I think Steven was his name
Decorated the grass
With her intestines and fingertips
Created a stream of her blood
That started from her lips
With acid
I separated her flesh from bones
Put it into garbage bags
Hid it in the basement of my home
In the shed is a piece of her
In a jar locked away
I can still hear it beating
Whenever the craving wants to play
If you had told me in 2011 that the Steven Soderbergh movie,
"Contagion," would one day play out in real life, I would've probably
laughed at you. It seemed like Hollywood fiction nine years ago.
Today, "Contagion" is literally playing out in real life!
Watch the movie now, I dare you! It's suddenly the scariest movie
ever made! It makes "The Exorcist" look like a comedy! We've lived
through the 1949 polio epidemic, and the SARS outbreak in 2003,
We've seen from afar the Ebola virus; largely limited to Africa...
but this virus, also known as "COVID-19" is a completely different animal.
Unlike Matt Damon's character in "Contagion", nobody is immune
to it. To call it a nightmare would be a gross understatement! Healthcare professionals are at their wit's end trying to control and contain it
We've never seen a paranoia-inducing monstrosity that is COVID-19.
It's an insidious, invisible foe that has left the entire world in
a state of complete paralysis; lives here in America and far beyond
have been disrupted it like never before! It keeps spreading...
like wildfire, and claiming lives at an alarming rate.
This Coronavirus pandemic has plunged the world into an abyss
of dread, but let us all cling to something infinitely powerful,
our faith. We'll get through this, by the grace of God.
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
Date written: 03/18/2020
Through me untapped insperation lays
Only through me greatness will follow
I started from the bottom I can only rise
With these words you can tell me head is not hollow
I will not give in
I'm only at the starting stage
All I need is a bottle of gin
To become great I must break out of my cage
I've accomplished so much from the start
No time to slow down
I promise you I will not fall apart
To you I was a clown but now I'm wearing the crown
I have you memorized
deep in my words no way out
Next thing you know I was idolized
now you know what I'm about please do lash out so i can get the knockout
Going hard is the game yes my name is Steven Dunn putting you to shame
I'm the new poet getting it done yes I'm number one having fun
The way I came up was like a flame inside of a frame
Did you just burn yourself I remember you got spun into a shun by Steven dunn
I have a child;
I have some children;
And though I didn't
Didn't co create them;
Always be there when they cry;
My children have beautiful eyes;
I choose to honor;
You to should honor;
No, not the negative behavior;
Just continually LOVE them;
Always be there when they ASK WHY;
My children have beautiful eyes;
My child,
My children
they have beautiful eyes;
My child
My children
Come from our Father God
He loans them to us;
So adults all around let's get it right;
Embrace and hold them
As adults let us all raise them
teach them to love
look into, look into their eyes
teach them not to hate
when it's all said and done
and we are gone
Do you want to answer to God
And say you've done your best
When your best not good enough
Allow yourself to trust in Christ
Always be there when they cry;
My children have beautiful eyes;
teach them to love
look into, look into their eyes
teach them not to hate
look past their eyes
Which are the gateway to their souls;
Love them
Believe them
Be more than a friend to them
Hold them, mold them
Tell them you love them
Forgive always... for every little wrong they did
when it's all said and done
and we are gone
Do you want to answer to God
And say you've done your best
When your best not good enough
Allow yourself to trust in Christ
Always be there when they cry;
My children have beautiful eyes;
5/22/19
A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra*
Jaden Stabler*
Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*
Colton Turek*
Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*
Phoebe Klimek*
Luis Novelo*~
In 1994 Jeffrey K asked his company for a raise, a hundred dollars or more, probably in the least.
He had been instrumental at creating The Little Mermaid, The Lion King, and Beauty and the Beast.
Company said no, so he rounded up Steven S and David G and they promptly formed their own studio.
If you have ever heard of Dreamworks, you know where this successful story is about to go.
A multi-billion-dollar company today that employs twenty-seven happy hundred employees,
His ex-boss is no doubt sorry that they did not try to keep their film editor, with a thank you and a please.
Amazingly, Dreamworks has cranked out fourteen of the most favored animated films of all time.
Shrek, Madagascar, and How to Train your Dragon, a series that has movie goers standing in a line.
This studio has been in business for nearly twenty-five years, with lots of ups, and nary a down.
Sometimes when you do not get satisfaction, you need to find the right people, so please look around.
When you are not happy, or the job is not right for you, worse you give them everything you can do,
If you do not feel appreciated, or you go to work feeling unsatisfied or bleak or blue,
You need to take a page out of this innovative idealistic man’s imperatively important book.
People are out there to appreciate and help you. But it is your choice to figure it out and take a look.
Breakthrough begins
Where my excuses end (1)
No reason to pretend
When given a way to amend
Division was bought
Unity is what we got
Crushing all doubt
Abba love pours out
Faith in a measure
Love is the treasure
We seek in the mystery
We praise the unseen
When tares rise in me
Collected and cast in fire
Even when I see the storm
Wheat is stored in my barn
I can’t ever imagine
I might never dream
The depth of God’s love
How much he loves me
The love that is so true
So I pour out to others
footnote: (1) "Where Breakthrough Begins" sermon by Steven Furtick
(A poem by ScottM 5/7/2025,
as written while attending church service,
praise tapdig com)
the upshot constituted a figurative straw
that broke the virtual camels back
where yours truly fingered as scape goat,
who meekly, passively, and subserviently
felt the stinging crack
of wooden, smooth,
and oblong paddle and stands pat,
asper innocence, though now
(myself more than two score years
orbitz around sun) remains more defiant
for purportedly causing Roberta -
not her real name flack
and clears that blot (now a composite
of petrified spitballs) as a hack
writer of poetry, feels jilted like Jack
donning many major protagonistic ruffian knack
nursery rhyme roles, which fables never didst lack
for upstart precocious, kickstarters impish grin,
as if he just wolfed down a swiped Bic Mac
and goose that laid more than one golden egg
McMuffin running from the Giant,
with spindle shank for each leg,
and sliding down the beanstalk, which didst peg
world wide web Marathon record
suddenly the envy of Queequeg,
which way word ness
far off course from the theme of this work,
hence hold tight
to hazmat bag of poop pin jay dreck,
while poetic license allows me to twerk
intended story aye (captain...
oh captain) moost not shirk,
lemme reel yar attention
back to the classroom of missus Labosh,
hood didst whistle and perk
unbeknownst to me, my scrawny derriere
unaware what quaint, hence danger didst lurk
for letting passivity
find me singled out as the bona fide jerk
wishing Moby Dick could swallow
hook, line and sinker
with a slight even Steven crane
of his neck, every mother plucking bird brain classmate
deemed Scott free, and Chutzpah didst gain
while this smart ass wannabe took a crash course,
sans weltanschauung "Artful Dodging
Spitball Shooting Maven" in the main
quite heavy on Physics and Trigonometry as became plane.
We adults must come through, united;
We the watchers of others children, must step up to the challenge;
For all we do;
we must do, choose
Everyone is every one
Your child we share
We need to care
Tho! I didn't co-create them
We owe them the chance
To make the right choices
Train up a child
In the way that he or she should go
Matters not if their not yours, their yours
We need to decide whom they should serve
man or God
We adults must come through, united;
We the watchers of others children, must step up to the challenge;
For all we do;
we must do, choose
Everyone is every one
Your child we share
We need to care
Children need to stop and realize adult are older
And we've been there
Your trying to get where we are now and beyond
As adults let us be strong while in-front and behind you let's do right and not wrong
Train up a child
In the way that he or she should go
Matters not if their not yours, their yours
We need to decide whom they should serve
man or God
As an adult
I will not
purposely harm you
As a man
I am humbly bound to you
Children, obey your parents in the Lord,
For this is right.
Honor your father and mother
Which is the first commandment
With a promise,
So that it may be well with you, and that you may live long on the earth
5/22/19
Ephesians 6: 1-3
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
FIRST DEDICATION TO POETESS ~EVE ROPER~
SECOND DEDICATION TO MY CHILDREN
A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra*
Jaden Stabler*Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*Colton Turek*Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*Phoebe Klimek*Luis Novelo