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Premium Member My Me

Somewhere along the way,
I lost my me.
Where did he go?
He must be somewhere inside of me.

I know he’s in there somewhere;
Hiding behind the Dad I became much too early.
Or perhaps behind the façade of the professional
businessman I had to become to meet life’s obligations.

Come on out me.
Where are you?

I heard him crying the other day while I was reading “Old Yellow” to my son.
I heard him chuckling this morning when listening to the “Knock, Knock” song on the 
radio I intentionally left on “Kids Place Live” after dropping my son off at school.
I caught just a glimpse of him in the mirror I passed rushing into the family room to 
catch the kickoff of the Super Bowl.

But he always scampers and hides from me when my son needs to be tucked in;
Or my wife needs help around the house;
Or the mailman drops off more bills to be paid;
Or my phone dings with another email from work;
Or … whatever “or” happens to be happening.

My me used to be so fun.
My me used to be so spontaneous.
My me used to get up in the morning and be out of the house before anyone else 
got up.

I hope my me comes out again sometime soon.
I think I would like to meet him again before it is too late.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.


Atomic Brinkmanship Double Edged Grisly Horror Jawbones Kristallnacht

Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and calm.

Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant
Democrat or Republican viz
blue war red respectively
political hot issues don't amount
to a (Sam) hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount

signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora, pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree

mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable
indeed earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied

to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc

significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash

superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction

that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
disabling fox but not cockroach
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach

rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went awry

presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Big Game Chiefs

Time is winding down 
And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown 
A Chief represents the A F see 
While the 49ers are the National wannabees 
Television has all the cameras set 
And NFL’s new city are completing their bets 
A six pack here and Doritos there 
This has become a yankee tradition since people care 
San Fran has its pans to handle 
And the Chiefs being leaders are carrying the burning candles 
Those looking for Callie fornia gold planted a three and the bay city nuggets look good indeed 
Saint Patrick did not want any of that 
When he added a seven-point end zone sequence before he sat 
Then with a little luck St. Patrick was able to get back the ball and a three-point kick was made without a flaw 
But those in greed had the need the roll down the field and score a Canadian major 
Leveling this championship wager 
Tied at ten the first half ended in a fast pace that should have been commended. 
After the entertaining half time show 
San Francisco came out on the go 
First it was an innocent three 
Followed by a ten-point lead 
St Patrick threw it to the wrong man
And the Chiefs started to feel like they were in a jam 
Then with the fourth quarter being played 
The Chiefs went on a war path one could say 
Putting together two good drives 
That showed they were still alive 
And then with only a pylon to worry about 
The Mo town boys had a lot to shout about 
Williams went in for the TD hurrah for Tom, Huck and Bet Key 
And after a video review seven points were on the scoreboard 
Making Mark Twain laugh and roar 
They may not have an arch in the arrowhead 
Just the Lombardi Trophy from the Packer guy who I remind you is dead 
Congratulations Hunt family on the feat  
That kept the Midwest with a stimulating heartbeat 
Rural America this one is for you 
Hopefully the winner is as true as the red, white and blue.
Form: Rhyme

Super Bowl Spectrecle



                 Lidar uncovers what is beneath.
Liars reveal their teeth.
Whores ride a Beast.
Super Bowl Halftime Show Fleecing Theme; 
"pRINCESS conjures up demons,
for her grammy (Lilith) and plays on your 
emotion to not consider what is wrong or evil 
or family worthy.

In the midst of the bright lights and cheers 
of the crowd,
a princess takes the stage, 
casting her hypnotic shroud.
Her words dance like demons,
with eros ascending to the clouds-
playing with our emotioned glands,
with harps, tabarets and cymbals, 
drums to chakra your heart
beguiling us with illusion, 
and persuasion's dark arts.

We cling to her melody, lost in her spell,
blinded to the darkness that lurks, 
wishing us to dwell there with her.
She conjures up emotions, tugging at our core,
but behind the glamour lies a twisted lore.

Beware, dear soul, of the princess so bold,
for her burrowed borrow deceives, 
leaving our spirits cold.
Let not her song lead you astray,
but heed the call of truth, 
before it's too late and you serpently sway."
(..."and if you listen very hard, the tune will come..."
Angel pours out his bowl....
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Superbowl Champions

THE GAME REQUIRES DETERMINATION.
ALONG WITH LUCK AND SKILL.
YOU PROVE YOURSELF OVER TIME
THAT YOU CAN FULFILL THE BILL.

YOU SAID YOU WANTED 
TO PLAY THE GAME.
AND CLAIMED YOU HAD A
REASON.
YOU VOWED TO DO YOUR
VERY BEST.
THROUGH OUT THE ENTIRE
SEASON.

YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN ON THE FIELD.
SELECTED TO LEAD THE TEAM.
COLLECTIVELY FOCUSED ON
THE SUPER BOWL.
YOU MARCH THEM TOWARDS
THEIR DREAM.

THERE WERE BATTLES 
IN THE TRENCHES.
PUNISHMENTS WERE DEALT.
ALL THROUGH OUT THE SEASON
INJURIES WERE FELT.

YOU PLEDGED TO PROTECT
THE AIRWAYS. 
WITH THE INTERCEPTED PASS.
I SAW YOU HAD YOUR EXTRA
FUN.
WHEN YOU WERE TALKING TRASH

YOU PUT IN MANY HOURS.
YOUR WORKOUTS TOTALED TONS.
WHEN EVERYONE WORKED HARD
TOGETHER , VICTORIES WERE 
MUCH MORE FUN.

YOU PUSH YOURSELF  AND 
TEAM MATES.
TO FOCUSED ON THE GAME
YOU PLAYED AMONG THE CRAZY
CROWDS. 
AND YOU'RE STILL CONSIDERED SANE.

HEAD COACH UNDER PRESSURE.
HE MANAGES TO KEEP YOUR COOL.
HE LOOKS INTO HIS PLAYBOOK.
LIKE IT WAS A TOOL.

BACKUPS MADE THEIR DEBUTS.
THEY STEPPED UP AND PLUGGED
THE HOLES.
KICKERS DID WHAT KICKERS DO.
ADDED POINTS WITH THEIR FIELD GOALS.

LINEBACKERS YOU'RE A SPECIAL
BREED. 
THEY DEFEND THE PASS AND RUN.
THEY GO OUT THERE PLAY THE GAME
AT THE SAME TIME HAVE SOME FUN.

FOOT RACES UP THE SIDE LINES.
SOMETIMES DOWN AND OUT.
QUARTERBACKS LOVE RECEIVERS
WHO CAN RUN A PERFECT ROUTE.

RUNNING BACKS CAN MAKE A SEASON.
AND PUT ON A FANCY SHOW.
YOUR DEFENCE WILL PRACTICE ALL
YEAR LONG.
TO DEFEND AND SHUT DOWN THE
HOLES. 

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY
END OF THE SEASON.
A CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE WON.
A TROPHY WILL BE HANDED OUT.
MEANING YOUR TEAM IS NUMBER ONE.

BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT THE RING.
WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE.
THE MEMORY FADES 
AND YEARS GOES BYE
BUT THE RING IS PROOF
YOU WON.

Michael E. Harris
02142022


Premium Member Mid-Eastern Tales 3

Mid-Eastern Tales 3
Curtis Johnson

Long, long ago,                                                                                before the Super Bowl, popcorn, and potato chips;
Yes, long ago, there lived a king in the Middle East.

His name was David, a very God fearing man,
and also a military general of the highest order.
He was loyal to his God, his country, and his soldiers.  He also became his nation’s greatest hero of all times.

He was a gifted musician and a psalmist.
He was fearless and strong, but a sexual weakness
changed the course of his entire life and family.

Lastly, one other error in judgment aroused  his God’s
displeasure.  Because of his mistake, King David was compelled to make a choice of evils.  Indeed, none of the choices presented  to him were good ones.

Sometimes, we are also placed in situations, either by self, others, or God.  In those often complicated and convoluted situations, we are forced to choose.  There are no exit signs or ways of escape to take flight.  The choice is not one of delight.  However,  responsibility demands that we choose.
10232016 cj Bible, 1&2 Samuel
Form: Narrative

Premium Member What I Want For Christmas

I want my 2-year-old to laugh.
I want my stepdaughter to do the dishes.
I want someone else to renew my expired tabs.
I want a new belt,
Maybe new pants.
I want my 3-year-old to do a better job of solving her own problems.
I want to hear my wife laugh.
I want sliced pastrami in the “fridger.”
I want my 2-year-old to call the fridge a “fridger” for the rest of his life.
I want to make more money.
I want more time to write.
I want to take my 5-year-old to Hawaii.
I want the New Orleans Saints to win the Super Bowl.
I want peace on Earth.
I want glasses that don’t smudge.
But what do I need?
I need a little more coffee.

Premium Member My Friend Arthur

An adventure with a friend in the Fall of 2019 became a celebration in the Winter of 2020. We departed Northern California and headed East beyond the Great Divide, beyond which there lies a city of a Plains State. For him, it was an adventure of a lifetime involving some 3600 miles and being seated among some 70,000 plus fans reported to be the loudest in America. The people there love their game, and there is absolutely nothing tame about the fans.

I am not superstitious and do not believe in magic, but I do believe in timing.  I believe in timing because there seems to be times when the coordinates of destiny coinsides with the coordinates of providence. And when they do, it feels like magic. Moreover, I believe in momentum and playing in 'the zone'.  These are inexplainable moments when 'I can win' takes over the throne and 'defeat' no longer resides within me.

It's been said that there is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come. My friend's time had come and this adventure with my friend was not a world changer nor a cure for cancer, but to my friend, it was far from trivial.
Edwin officiates soccer games, but his passion is for his favorite football team. 

When he was very young my friend became an avid fan of a sports team far across the country from his hometown. Until last fall, he could never go to a live game but followed them on television. He followed them throughout his life, sharing in their thrills of victory and in their agonies of defeat.                                                                                                                                                  

His team had its winning ways, but it would often rain on their parades. They would win a lot of games but often fell short at the end of the season. That is, until the end of the season in 2020 when their agonies ended and their greatest thrill in 50 years began. They won the biggest  game in football called The Super Bowl.  I tell you, it was a magical season for my friend and his team, and I cannot remember when I have been more happier for a friend.

02222020PoSpCtest, occasional Poetry, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Posted as Verse per contest rule
Form: Verse

Premium Member game on

There’s an NFL game on tonight at 9pm.
It’s the playoffs, from Denver to Paris via VPN
The Patriots and the Broncos will galdiate to win
a chance to be in the Super Bowl again.
I used to be a big ‘pats’ fan
back when Tom Brady was ‘the man.’
 
I’ve read it will be super cold - but these are two cold weather teams.
Go Patriots, Go Seahawks! (the Seahawk game is on too late for me).
 
“You’re SO excitable” Peter (my bf) teased.
As I set out the popcorn bowls, hours early.
He’s a basketball guy - but no one’s perfect.
Personally speaking, basketball’s hard to watch 
with all of those sneakers squeaking.
 
Speaking of games, Here are some of the best pickup lines 
I’ve heard lately - in a cafe across from campus, no less. 
(Euro-guys are such schmoozers). Here we go:
 
You’re in med-school, Ya? Well, I hurt myself falling for you. 
Your pants are mirror-like, I can see myself in ‘em.
If I rub you, I bet all of my dreams will come true
You’re like Google, you’re everything I’ve been searching for.
Are we in the same lab? Cause you and I’ve got chemistry.
If you were my homework, I'd do you every night
 
“I’m pursuing a close relationship,” I say, not making direct eye contact. 
“Sorry,” I shrug, “it’s a closed world.”
.
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A song for this:
Walk On By by Jonathan Butler
Walk On By by Lola Young ??
Walk On By by Asleep at the wheel

Premium Member Super Bowl 51 Atlanta Falcons Vs New England Patriots

A SUPER BOWL WIN 
I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER 
CAPPED OF A SEASON 
THAT STARTED SEPTEMBER 
FEBRUARY FIVE 
TWENTY SEVENTEEN 
FOR SOME IT WAS HELL 
AND OTHERS A DREAM 
7 - NOTHING 
THE GAME JUST BEGUN 
A LOT MORE GAME 
BEFORE THIS GAME IS DONE 
14 - ZIP 
AIN'T THAT A TRIP 
I REFUSE TO BELIEVE 
I MADE THE WRONG PICK 
21-ZAP 
CAN THE PATRIOTS COME BACK 
IT MIGHT BE THE FALCONS 
ARE ON THE RIGHT TRACK 
21-3 
THE PATRIOTS SCORE 
FINALLY THE PATRIOTS 
ARE ON THE BOARD 
THE SECOND HALF STARTS 
FALCONS RECEIVE 
TO ME THEY SCORED 
TOO EASY IT SEAMED 
28-3 
WHO COULD BELIEVE 
MATT AND THE FALCONS 
WOULD BEAT BILL AND BRADY 
28-9 
A MISSED EXTRA POINT 
HE MUST HAVE BEEN DRUNK 
OR JUST FINISHED A JOINT 
25 POINTS 
COULD THIS BE A RECORD 
LET ME FINISH THIS PIZZA 
AND CALL DR. PEPPER 
28-12 
LET'S KEEP IT GOING 
I HAVE THIS FEELING 
MOMENTUM IS GROWING 
28-20 
HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS 
STILL LOTS OF TIME 
FOR BRADY AND PATS 
28-26 
THEY WENT FOR 2 POINTS 
PATRIOTS FANS 
STARTED ROCKING THE JOINT 
LET'S FLIP THIS COIN 
START THIS O/T 
THIS MIGHT BE A GAME 
NO ONE BELIEVES 
IT LOOKED LIKE A BLOWOUT 
RIGHT FROM THE START 
BUT AGAIN TOM BRADY 
PICKED THEM APART 
AND AGAIN LIKE SO MANY, 
MANY TIMES BEFORE 
BRADY MARCHED DOWN THE FIELD 
FOR THE GAMES FINAL SCORE

02/05/2017

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