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Premium Member A Rodeo in Milton Creek

As Mayor Tom often says when he's off on one of his escapades...
"Greetings" this time from Milton Creek!  It seems like decades
since we've shared the latest news about what's been goin' on.
The law is still being abided here. For that, we thank Judge Horne.

Sheriff Mark is still away on a secretive meeting about a commission.
Guess, it's not so secretive since I just mentioned it in my admission.
The town is safe in the capable hands of Daniel Rodgers for a while,
and deputies Terry, Duke and Mike are always lookin' out for the vile.

It's been mighty tranquil here in Milton Creek and surrounding towns
since the hombres and rustlers are gone, there are no worried frowns.
The law here never lets down its guard against the evil doers of crime,
so, we're enjoying the pleasant atmosphere; a long-awaited peacetime.

Telegraph agent, Jerry sent word that soon we'll be hosting a rodeo.
It promises to be an exciting event for everyone... a big western show.
There's a list of events, and I hope each category will fill with names...
Calf ropin' and barrel racin' will take place with lots of other games.

I've noticed Jan and Tania have both signed up for a few of the events,
Ranger David will ride broncs and bulls, so will several other residents.
Deb said she would, too, although it's a decision she might regret.
Constance will be checking out the animals since she's our new vet.

There's still two months before the first rodeo opens in the Creek.
I'm adding a new wing of rooms to Aces Hotel; a few will be a bit chic.
We're hopin' to draw in nice folk who might settle down from afar
and bring in revenue for the Manx when they belly up to the bar!

Anne-Lise will perform trick riding to begin the rodeo celebration.
It'll be a week-long event, so we're extending this as an invitation...
Come to Milton Creek for drinks and eats... steaks and whoopie pies!
and bring your competitive spirit if you're aimin' to win a rodeo prize.

Preacher Paul Nederlof will be here to pray that everyone stays safe.
Cowboys and cowgirls, strap on your chaps so your legs don't chafe.
Guns will be collected by deputies when newbies ride into Milton Creek
cuz we don't take kindly to black hat gangs. It's peace here that we seek.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


The Truth In Our Eyes

Words were spoken mind to mind 
as pictures floated over head
The liquid eyes were full of tears
deeper than sleepy ocean beds
I could see the souls mighty struggle
to hold back its salty drops
When it rains it tends to pour seeming
as though it'll never stop
Regret surfaced from murky depths
showing itself from miles away
They say that eyes never lie & always
show what they want to say
I telegraph my forgiveness for I understand
they knew it not
The eyes are doors to hidden thoughts
& let you in without a knock
They painted pictures without a brush
laying bare what wasn't said
They never said what they were thinking
but I could see inside the head
I forgive but I don't forget what the eyes
want me to see
When they show it, you must believe even if
they mask what isn't seen
Form: Rhyme

Her Last Amen

She sings her way to fame or so it seems 
beneath the karaoke gleam of a D.J. , spot lights  
The pulse of the music flashes with pupil high 
as she sings cautiously through amicable chit chat 

Intermittent eyes sprinkle up the stage
as she sings the newest rage, her voice is lost   
amongst the suds and salutary wine ;

Beneath the neon light of a  karaoke legion 
she croons a sorrowed song of running home  

While his liquid eyes of brown turn raindrop hue      
his secret telegraph arrives, as what to do  
By the time she is done with her song  
the descent of an annihilated tear 
that captivated her for years arrives,   
slaying her grief and wiping it clean;
 
Though she sings like never before
she cries like never before,   
she is met with a silent applause 
and a thunderous undeniable truth,   

he doesn't live here, anymore. 


Feb. 18, 2019

Premium Member I Think I Know

I think I know the reason why,
He does the things he does.
I think I know the reason why,
He'll often push and shove.

I think I know the reason why,
She often acts with rancor.
I think I know the reason why,
She oft hurts those who love her.

I think I know, I really do,
What goes on in your mind;
For there are ways of telling.
People oft give signs;

Signs that telegraph your thoughts,
How you feel inside.
I can read the signs quite well.
I see the things you hide.

Though you tell a different story,
I know what's on your mind.
I know what you're thinking,
'Cause I read between the lines.

I notice things that others don't,
And I connect the links.
I know what you're all about.
I really know --- I think.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Maiden Voyage

She leaves Southampton
This Titanic ship
Her maiden voyage
New York trip
 
Channel crossings to Cherbourg, France
To Queenstown in Ireland
Where passengers dance
To some, a new life awaits
The future will seal their fate
 
Newfoundland waters
Temperature drop
Impending disaster
Without a thought
 
Lookouts, Fleet and Lee
Spot a large iceberg close to she
Sitting off her starboard bow
Sweat dripping from their brow
 
Telegraph indicator
In confusion state
This colossus of ice
Sits and waits
 
Inevitable meet
As natures diamond rips
Starboard side 
Of this most wonderful ship
 
Rivets pop, buckled hull
Atlantic intrusion, in volumes now
Compartments fill, this White Star gem
Will we ever see her likes again
 
Distress signal sent
As the crew are readied
This ship of ships
Emotionally unsteady
 
Lifeboats launched
Woman and children first
On this terrible night
Many fear the worst
 
So many passengers
Few lifeboats
As all around
Bodies float
 
Stern raised, props showing
Metal talking, funnels choking
Lights flicker off and on
Blackout
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member What Has God Wrought

Gray skies partially blanketed
with charcoal clouds, framed by
a red rising sun casting light
and magenta up high

The owl hoots instuctions to each
orchestra player near
Roosters trumpet a merry tune
while Mockingbirds sing cheer

Slowly the sun stamps its red mark
upon all trees' shadows
A stillness exaggerates sounds
Gobbles fly like arrows

With each color change in the sky
Awe wraps around each thought
Great is God's blessings of sight
Remember "What has God wrought"?  

A famous inventor asked that question after he invented something and I am thinking either the telephone, telegraph or lightbulb..Anyone remember???
Form: Rhyme

April 3 Poems Part Two

Free roaming in Berkeley in the 70's

growing up in Berkeley
back in the day
we still were allowed 
to free roam 

and so I went 
everywhere on foot
or bus

walking to Solano avenue
drinking coffee
at Peets coffee
eating Chinese food
in Berkeley’s china town

walking downtown
walking to CAL
eating top dog

experiencing the late 60’s
transforming Telegraph

and walking in the woods
in tilden park
high up in the hills
overlooking the bay area




Recalling people I barely knew

over the years
I have known so many people
and now when the virus 
is spreading out around the world

I will soon be hearing
that this person has died
and that person has died

I will outlive many of my friends
from around the world
part of getting old 
something that I fear

one day perhaps
people will hear
that jake has died
and they will say

that they barely knew me
and wished that they had
taken the time
to become my friend

Just as I think 
about all the friends
i am about to loose
to this killer virus
running amuck

corona fears
corona
the word fills us with dread
spreading around the world today 
will we all survive this
corona
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Times Have Changed

Times Have Changed
By Franklin Price
4/21/2017

Times have changed, not for best
Consequences are confusing
Computers have replaced the rest
One has made what you're perusing

Internet replaced the letter
Wired phone and telegraph
Don't know how it gets much better
Makes us grimace, makes us laugh

Key strokes made this not a Bic
Sent out at the the speed of light,
For you to read, that's really quick
Instant info wrong or right

No further need for traveling
Computers keep us in the race
We can Face Time that's our thing
From right at home or any place

Fully clothed and at our leisure
In a suit or in the nude
Whether business or pleasure
Civilized or crass and crude

We receive both truth and lies 
It's hard to tell just which is which
 We must come to realize
These changing times are just a *****

These times have driven us to Snopes
Must question all we see and read
To find out if we're fools or dopes
Marks, to swindle, yes indeed

Consider this a warning call
Do not believe a thing you get
Question Snopes as you should all
It's not a source you should not vet
Form: Rhyme

Work Slave

Driving home in the dark 
telegraph poles like a thousand crucifix's line my road.
Winding lanes leading home, but my life going nowhere.
Just a number on a plc payroll. 
I'm just waiting to find out what will kill me.
There's no escape victim  or violator we all die 
slave to commerce.Can you live without it !.
My two up two down world
My body clock ticking down   
Was I born or manufactured for some company's gain
A florescent light replaces my sun 
and I talk, at the sound of call centre  bleep
I'm no free man, a paid slave 
not even human to the management crew 
just another victim of corporate greed 
to be tossed aside as my child takes my seat 
on this cruel roller coaster ride 
CALLED LIFE 

comp entered 12/09

Premium Member Damascus

VIDEO: LovejoyB: BALLOON
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg







"DAMASCUS"



There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run 
The enemy could be close
those you know
havoc reeking destruction
A pointed loaded gun

Another's War
Damascus

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Feb)


1. 
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/605359/syria-nuclear-world-war-3-bible-prophecy-damascus-armageddon-donald-trump-vladimir-putin

2.
https://www.hrw.org/news/2018/01/11/syria-children-under-attack-damascus-enclave

3.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/02/20/children-among-dead-71-killed-assad-regime-bombardment-eastern/

4.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+17

5.
https://www.youtube.com./watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg

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