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# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):
# You’re acting like a fool,
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless –
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually lead to shame without a name!
#’s overrated…seriously annoying as well!
What’s the point of using it?
Who can tell . . . It’s annoying (# just a bit!)
It’s even worse than someone saying something’s swag
# you’re so RAD! You’re bad to the bone I must add!
But, you can be a useless tool – repairing naught!
# What? Why are you still using the sign? You’re crazy and cool (# not!)
What’s the purpose of #?
It’s overused like a filthy, wet rag!
No more hash-tagging! I don’t wanna hear you brag!
# Your lame and so is your hash-tagging ability!
I hope you know no one cares about your personal life – # it’s not a cup of tea
# Say goodbye to the overrated sign!
Find something else to do than put up statuses with hash-tag in it –
I already heard about you through the grapevine – # you’re a gossiping target – I’m not trying to be rude! Obviously, I’m in a bad mood!
Don’t shut me out or ignore my calls! Hash-tag is okay to use once in a blue moon – # you are still “swag” and legit, so don’t throw your childish fit! Get over it and grow up, dude!
Okay! Maybe hash-tag is overrated in this verse, # but I have no regret! You wanna bet?
Inner voices sound disturbed
Behave yourself sent via thoughts
Sleep has deserted me, so confused
Time to visit long ago scenes
Find my friends of time gone by
I find myself on the pathway of ocean views
Crashing waves and sea gull calls greet me
No one around to view my crazy antics
Facing the ocean, arms open wide, calling out names
A voice I knew well, echoed, from where?
My name was being called, tried to dismiss
Inner voices giving advice, my name once more
Too much to bear for my weary soul
I fall to my knees arms still open wide
Hope that no one views this scene
Tears form as memories flow by
I shudder as warm arms enfold me from behind
A perfume I recognised from years gone by
Where have you been my friend my lover?
Tears now flow as I realise this is not a dream
I stand and turn, those eyes, lost in their depth
I am lost for words as I stare
The warmth of a hug, a kiss on my lips
I heard through the grapevine you had returned
The voice of an angel that always soothed my anger within
Tears and laughter at this encounter
Lovers once more as the hugs continued
So much to tell, I babbled on
Her smile, as she listened to travel stories
We walked the cliff top path back to our village
Our favourite café, coffee is calling
Sitting chatting, holding hands
My inner voices does not understand
Laughter and applause, what is going on?
Our friends had gathered, the word had spread
This gang of old have a day of stories ahead
Inner voice gives advice I understand
Eyes that allow us to investigate another’s soul
Hold this girl and never ever let her go.
A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH
My Dearest Kevin
My hands shake nervously as I write this letter
The fountain pen drips the ink in heart-shapes
Pieces of my heart as it reach out to you
I just want you to know that loving you isn’t easy
My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mill @ Boon
collection
Have'nt prepared me
To deal with a player like you
I heard it through the grapevine,
That you are heartbreaker and womanizer
With only one thing on your adolescence mind
My grandmother always told me, that
Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free
My grandma is a wise woman
More like a heroine in my eyes
I am the heroine of my life
More like a Nancy Drew
without a clue on how to love you
I am never satisfy, I am curious
And mysterious
However I am very chary
Kind of gal
^
I do believe that
I am in love with you today
However,
I might hate you tomorrow
Because you never know with a secret admirer
To the man I love today
They are nothing more than I can say.
I will wait for your reply my love
What was that you said?
That I lack the might to hold up the sky?
Speak for yourself. You don't know me. I don't.
And did you also say...
That I'd never reach the apogee
Of the towering mountain before me?
Speak for yourself. Watch me reach the summit
I heard through the grapevine
That you laughed and claimed
The goals I set for myself have no feet?
Speak for yourself. They do, and I run with them
A little birdie whispered in my ear
That you're green with envy, and you belittled
My ambitions. I believe so, and i pity you, because...
You'll never ever hold me back or tear me down.
Whatever you say to me
Or about me, to anyone?
Speak for yourself!
LATE JAN 2019 ,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 01/23/2019
Dear Daddy,
While you were away
I learned how to coo and to crawl.
I learned how to walk and tell time.
Don't know if it's true what they say
that time grows wings and then flies far away.
Daddy, you're one step behind
one big step behind...
Daddy, while you were away
I learned how to ride- learned how to climb,
I understand you were busy
making gold out of callous and time.
But Daddy, you're one step behind
Daddy, you're one big step behind...
Daddy, don't know if you knew this
because you jumped from our sinking ship.
I earned my degree working odd shifts
and going to night school,
Oh, by the way I met the love of my life
gave her a ring made from respect, love, and time.
Daddy, you're one step behind
Daddy, you're one big step behind...
Every man learns that time does truly fly.
Heard through the grapevine you decided to die.
Too many years have passed; I wish I could cry.
Hope you made peace with your broken clock mind.
Funny, but it seems
I'm becoming a chip off the old block.
My, my, how our time truly flies.
Daddy, I'm one step behind
Daddy, I'm one big step behind.
Mary Joseph and the Donkey
By Franklin Price
12/23/2105
Mary, Joseph and the donkey, on the way to Bethlehem.
Jesus not yet born, but he was still with them
Warm in Mary's stomach still swaddled in the womb.
Would be crowded in the city, hoped that they could get a room
Finally arriving, they were tired and needed rest.
They tried but found no lodging which put their patience to the test.
The innkeeper announced, to give a room he was not able
But they could have a place to rest in the corner of the stable
There was nothing else to do and no place else to stay
Quickly they must get inside, God was about to have his way
Although the conception holy, the birth came naturally
And there was baby Jesus for all the world to see
They wrapped him up, and moved the cows, and laid him in a manger
Angels watching down on them to keep them out of danger
Little did they know, wise men and kings were on the way
They heard it through the grapevine that Christ was born that day
Shepherds saw them passing by and joined the growing crowd
Arriving at the stable dropped to their knees and bowed
The star that brightly led them there still glowing in the sky
Shining on the king of kings who on the cross must die
For Christ was sent to save us, he was God's only son.
Was sent to live among us, to show he was the one.
If we believe this story's true, that Christ was heaven made
Our everlasting life is free our dues by Christ were paid.
Don't know whether
This is true or not
But i heard it through the grapevine
That i am the Taliban leader's
Favorite comedian
So much so they want me
To come entertain the troops
live in Afghanistan
All expenses paid
I get to stay in the penthouse cave
As much heroin as i can take
24 hour round the clock security
And they have personally
guaranteed me
Even if i bomb it doesn't matter
Either way the show will still end
with me going out with a bang
To a standing ovation baying
crowd
Thinking wow didn't think much
of his joke's or material
But what a cracking ending
Now that's funny
Encore
But this time please with even
more explosives than you used
before
May as well use what the fleeing
infidel troops left behind
Waste not want not
They aren't coming back any
time soon to reclaim it are they
Otherwise we wouldn't be here
in the 1st place would we
And they have the audacity
to say we don't have a sense
of humour
We'll joke's on them look who's
laughing now
We got everything we ever
wanted
Only this time we didn't even
have to fight you for it
You simply handed the key's
back over to us
No strings attached
Apart from good luck cleaning
up our mess
Your welcome to it
You see we always have the last
laugh and save the best till last
And you can take that to the body bank
epigraph:
A Field Guide to the Questions
That Survived the Fire
I Didn’t Start
—
I. The Songs
When peace like a river
When, for whom
I still haven’t found
what I’m looking for
Why here
here comes the sun
Whose morning
the answer is blowing
in the wind
Why ask
What if
a change is gonna come
When it circles back
Amen?
all you need is love
What then
what’s love got to do with it
Why love, then
every breath you take
Who owns
I’m not yours.
Not now
like a rolling stone
Which road
you can’t always get
Why try
Why dream,
anymore
I heard it through the grapevine
Why now
imagine all the people
What remains—
—
II. The Poets
When—
hope is the thing with feathers
Why—
the center cannot hold
How—
I contain multitudes
Where—
in a dark wood,
midway
When again—
a dream deferred
darkens
What then—
dare to disturb
the universe
So why love at all—
it cuts,
and you
were always
already open
Who watches—
someone will remember us,
not save us
Which road—
I saw my life
branching before me
What remains—
nothing will come
of nothing
Why now—
the hour is out of joint
dislocated
Then what—
the same dark wood.
midway.
again.
—
Coda
and after the songs
and after the poets
and after every question—
a chasm inside you
God left there
before the Word.
don’t answer.
it doesn’t need a way—
it is
the way.
All those times that I was nice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
All those times I gave advice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
When no one else sat by your side,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
I always took your flipping side
so what the hell happened to us
What was the point?
You don't care mate,
What was the point?
Wont give me your time,
What was the point?
You're not here mate
What was the point?
You take and decline
What was the point?
In a clear state
What was the point?
don't help me this time
Hearing stories through the grapevine
You trust them and avoid me
When you had no one I was there,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when I alone showed you true care,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when you were all alone and scared,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
you needed back up and we'd pair,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
You seem to have forgotten then
now you choose not to see me
When your head was left looking down,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Lost of spirit I'd turn you around,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Protect you from abusive mouths,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
All those compliments I'd sound
and now you choose to dark me
Thanks for messing my head right up,
refuse to help and left to rust,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
rip out my heart and leave it crushed,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
friends who take and don't give much,
You really went and hurt me mate,
so what the hell happened to us.
That's what I meant,
when you need me,
That's what I meant,
then you leave me,
Thanks for nothing,
and I mean it,
You mean nothing,
a waste of my time,
Hearing stories, changing your mind,
the worst in your thoughts, now that's just unkind,
Knew me in person, for a long time,
thrown out the window, your memory blind
Forgetting that you know me,
thanks to hear say, thanks to hear say,
When we talked on our only,
all was one way, all was one way,
I wish I'd never met you now,
loved you dearly, loved you dearly,
I guess you never cared for me,
and now I struggle to care for peeps,
I think you broke me, I think you broke me,
no one cared when I was weak,
must be joking, must be joking,
wonder why I hate your guts,
because you take and dont give much
11/8/16
Many days I
Was way high
Still the same guy
During the daytime
It was officially gametime
At the same time
As the show "Dateline"
Time to educate minds
Before, during and after all of this "debate time"
Worldwide not just statewide
Now tell me what good is something that continually claims lives?
They say something worthwhile just may take time
Therefore, if you really want it, don't waste time
People and animals going through difficult and strange times
Experienced it first hand, and heard it through the grapevine
Some just wanted to skate by
Never once have I done a facetime
Life has never just been about "play time"
And always having to have a great time
Movements sporadic, rather erratic or systematic
And in a straight line
If it didn't work like that, why would it the eighth time?
Nah it ain't fine
Not going to let you take mine
I'll just show and prove before I gotta say why
Beings with canines
and without, doesn't matter in the end because eventually they die
That goes for all, regardless of if the suns ray's shine
All along the lake side
Sad to say some many bodies of water became dry
Still the rage climbs
Out of a scale of one to ten, I'd rate it a five
By: Dalton Ogletree