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Premium Member Mingle

single, why not mingle?

walk into the light and drag along your shadow. 
it's time to mingle! you've got a seat at the table. 
this get-together needs more vibrant, social lift, 
be not a stranger in this rollicking crowd.
drop your unwieldy anchor of social anxiety.  

single, why not mingle?

come, dive into the pool of socialization, friend. 
by all means, wallflower, share more about yourself 
to friends scratching the itch to know you better. 
make your presence known and felt. show up and shine!
may the music of your soul be clearly heard.

single, why not mingle?

join a company fraught with laughter and chatter.
be not the odd one out, an apparition against the wall.
join the crowd - good times are guaranteed to roll. 
meet and greet friendly faces old and new. you'll have fun!
you'll see that time is sure to fly, so don't be shy! 

single, so why not mingle?


Serious Sibling Subluxation

Serious Sibling Subluxation... 
Rapprochement Somewhat Salvaged Dislocation

This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
     and unwieldy title essentially
     huzzah mask ***** aid,
and accentuates tendency
     (mine) to administer
     reverent unpretentious yawping,
     sans (asper thy usual)

     wordy, nutty,
     and gallimaufry charade,
though pointed lament
     decries copious blather,
     which awareness (in tandem
     with better angels)
     prevail upon sesquipedalian
     quirkiness, might be

     in my best interest to evade
leaving an unsuspecting
     readers psychologically frayed,
and without doubt prematurely
     finds same haired grayed,
akin to experience dramatic,
     and sudden onset of progeria
     hence, a concerted effort

     will be orchestrated, i.e.made
fur me tabby 
     conscientiously choosing
     modus operandi
     to mute trumpeting,
    associated with this one man
     faltering hit parade,
hence, an intent to write

more clearly,
     cogently, and creditably
     qua more understand
     able to in vite,
subsequently witnessing, an
     increased authorial fan
     base, and unite
easy to comprehend

     intelligent conversation,
     and/or share something trite,
anyway, thee impetus regarding
     risking emailing
     a younger sister,
     where spite led to
     dissolution, nee cessation
     of brotherly 

     linkedin communication
     engendered me to a right
emotional estrangement,
     principally augmented
     (thank you very much) by me,
     viz in sum avoidance behavior
     (purring, loping,
     and humming along) quite

familiarly, easily, (no matter
     discontentedly), alas and alack
     moment seemed apropos
     for this only bro
their to allow, enable,
     and proffer selflessness -
     pushing ego
(mine) aside and attempt to go

for the gusto hoe
embarking, kickstarting, and
     resolving upon
     reasonable resolutions
to convey persevere re-establishing
     cordiality, despite misgivings
     toward Shari Todd
     (thee family member in question).

Premium Member Dear Poetry

     Violet verse channel,
       or swarovski conduit,
         phrase on finger tips, 
     itchy inclination,
       poetry a purl knit,
          garment of expression,
        for enigmatic inklings,
      lambent latex lyrical,
          garnet clad dwelling,
       for weighty topic,
       of metric tonne metier,
     life questions welling up,
         within sentient me,
        once occluded,
      I’d adumbrate in brief,
         daily conversations,
       then blithely omit,
        in dizzying eddy,
     whirlpool roundabout,
of clogged schedule,
      one can self delude,
        haul out trite fibs,
       glib excuses,
         such as swamped,
     with chores unwieldy, 
        then a frail whisper,
          exhorted earnestly,
        “Write From The Heart,”
            and other pristine prompts,
              your skills now await,
            without inane bragging,
        stories, essays, tracts, 
         which in the past,
            were wardrobe assets,
       worn in taut scrutiny,
           in arrant academia,
      employed by me,
        in chosen field of science,
     where conceptual clarity,
          in tests, exams, orals , 
              ranked and reigned,
                  supreme,
       gracious gumption plucker,
   me embarked on,
   poetic escapade extraordinaire,
     poetry my fresh lease,
            of life

Premium Member Chrysalis

Genesis: God’s plan unfolding
Father, with the Word, creates;
Spirit on the water hovers
God, how great and wise you are!

          Caterpillar - slow, unwieldy
          Daily tied to earthen bonds
          Weaves a tomb of transformation
          God, how great and wise you are!

                    Chrysalis - still small but growing;
                    Like salvation’s scarlet thread
                    Silken fibers knit together
                    God, how great and wise you are!

                              His creation full of mystery
                              Tides and seasons, death and birth;
                              All things change but the Almighty
                              Only constant One on earth.

                    Full cocoon - now breaking open
                    Folded wings untried, unsure,
                    Now unfolding, flexing, flying;
                    God, how great and wise you are!

          Butterfly - now soaring, sailing
          Free at last from landlocked chains
          Picture of the resurrection
          God, how great and wise you are!

All in Christ made new creations
Old things gone, the new has come,
Praise the Father, Son and Spirit;
God, how great and wise you are!
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Opportunity

Life leaves scratches
        her fear of limitations
        in an unwieldy gait
        uncertain in her body
self wisdom that wounds 
                       knowing missed chances
        what to value, what to preserve?
her edifice cracked by misfortune can be restored
         and every fragment isn't a puzzle

at age sixty, a bootleg feel for indulgence rises
                         flowered dress to fuel her traction
                         as shoebox isolation fades
new force of will
             to seize joy like a ring toss hoop
             to drop the faithful security of mask
             a jump off fences

she follows the river's path to a seniors' dance, 
             skirting forlorn alleyways,
to a hall decorated welcome, like the wave of circus flags
as melodies rising, loosen barricaded thoughts 
           to the beauty of aged embracing
in a slow dance that doesn't feel one sided
            movement that sways in touch
                                a dash of spice
            movement that blooms 
                                        the space around her







Poem  revised July 27, 2022


Alarm Clock

An alarm clock. 
On the edge of the nightstand. 
No one came after me the whole night.
Except the skin of my thoughts. 
Shaking but nothing. 
It’s like I woke up and ate gravity and passed out again. 
It’s all about time. 
Wrappers crinkling underfoot. 
More and more trash scattered. 
Warping. 
The sound of the garbage truck is blending into everything…
And no one calls me anymore!
An alarm clock. 
Which cooks up seconds for us. 
And burns us. 
Feeling unwieldy when I stand. 
Getting up even though I’ll be late anyway. 
Being strong is doing things to make yourself later and later. 
Uncooking the toast. 
Unbrushing your teeth.
Creating more places to be. 
Places which are just outlines. 
There’s still that alarm clock. 
That goes on.

Premium Member Ghosts

Oh, for the love of God... 
      Why must you always stay 
 Tethered to me? Sever your strings.

     You keep creeping behind me;
   Continually tugging at my sleeve.
       When will you leave me be?

     I keep trying to forget wrongs  
    I never made right, but no dice!
       I keep trying to make peace... 

         With missed opportunities;
    I still lie in bed with choices I wish,
I had made, mistakes, painful memories...

   Of the past, but much like a magnet, 
            You insist on pulling me
        Back to you, again and again. 

              You incessantly stir
The glowing embers to reignite the fire 
       I keep struggling to smother.

           Quit circling above me  
         With your saturnine wings
      I loathe your brooding shadow.

 Set me free, ghosts! Don't saddle me 
       With your unwieldy albatross.
         Release your stranglehold...

              So I can breathe 
            And fly, at long last. 
       Please, haunt me no more! 


Submitted for...
Strand Date 11, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date submitted: 12/28/2019

Date written: 06/20/2019
Form: Tristich

Serious Sibling Subluxation

Serious sibling subluxation... 
rapprochement somewhat salvaged dislocation

Truth be told about following poem 
mostly written quite some years ago, 
and revisions made to recreate
and revise a more satisfactory literary product.

This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
and unwieldy title essentially
huzzah mask ***** aid,
(my humble apology NOT
to incite unwanted 
and unwonted anger 
among lgbtqia community),
and accentuates tendency
(mine) to administer
reverent unpretentious yawping,
sans (asper thy usual)

wordy, quirky, nutty, heady, easy...
and gallimaufry charade,
though pointed lament
decries copious blather,
which awareness (in tandem
with better devilishly cherubic angels)
prevail upon sesquipedalian
nippy nap noopy quirkiness, might be
in my best (in show) 
interest to evade
leaving an unsuspecting

reader psychologically frayed,
and without doubt prematurely
finds same cyber surfer 
harried and grayed,
styled akin to experience dramatic,
and sudden onset of progeria
hence, a concerted effort
will be orchestrated, i.e.made
so everyone involved woodwind 
fur me (a hip cat) tabby 
conscientiously choosing

meow me modus operandi
to mute trumpeting, 
associated with this one man
faltering hit parade,
hence, an intent to write
swiftly tailored and more clearly,
cogently, and creditably
qua more understandable to invite,
subsequently witnessing, an
increased authorial fan
base, and unite

easy to comprehend
underlying intelligent conversation,
and/or share something trite,
anyway, thee impetus regarding
risking emailing a younger sister,
where repressed spite led 
to dissolution, née cessation
of brotherly linkedin communication
engendered me to make right
egregious emotional estrangement,
principally vitiated, nursed, 

generated, augmented
(thank you very much) by me,
viz in sum avoidance behavior
(traipsing, purring, loping,
humming, and doodling along) quite
familiarly, easily, (no matter
discontentedly), alas and alack
moment seemed apropos
for this only bro
their to allow, enable,

and proffer selflessness -
pushing aside ego
(mine) and attempt to go
for the gusto hoe
embarking, kickstarting, and
resolving upon reasonable resolutions
to convey persevere re-establishing
cordiality, despite misgivings
toward Shari Todd
thee family member in question.
Form: Rhyme

These Mortal Parts

I'm not much attached to this body,
it feels like it's on a short leash
while the brain drags it around
like a reluctant old dog.

Long cantankerous years
have pummeled it into a shape
it never used to own, never saw coming.

I am by no means special
we all acquire these 'special' parts,
that cling to us like limpets and lichen
many are visible only to the mind.

Tree's show their scars on the outside
internal excrescences run deeper.
Wasted landscapes never repopulated
are sutured integral with still verdant fields,
still workable earth
but we know

that vehicles this unwieldy
have no fail-safe switch
                                even if we could find it.

Do We Dare Waterfall

Pummelled intensity, underneath we face her force
Exhaled wide eyed in white, witness rainforest exhibit
Splashed grins enfold a third tongue, waterfall
Her glistening christening combines us in sublime


Drilled by severity, her embrace as strong as yours
Like waterfall's flattened rock, I erode, smoothed 
Standing fused firm against her punishing torrent
Insatiable waterfall baptism pelts my opened senses 


Cleansed by new beginnings, deafened by dedication 
Buckets of vision catch my breath in virgin shroud 
Faces almost touching give lee from ferocious gush
Together steadied in her rapidly travelled path 


Lacklustre lizards, afterwards secure sun's approval 
Ancient rock sears wet backsides without burning 
Snoozing pulls us here and there consecutively 
Amorous dreams unmeasured as Saturday morning 


Drying dares our sizzled legs go again to her vigour
Your rigid gaze raises my temperature, raging 
Exposed thoughts post drenching return me
Pause flushes me with water's unwieldy ways



20th August 2020

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