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Perhaps the Georgia 5th Sees Us Hearing

If California may hear
In between eyes clerical 
     and Justices Repeal 
Both names
    Have been titled
Titled as an altered code
    and violation of building standard
Becomes currency
     Contempt of Congressional Ledger
          Perhaps suffices

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This is a law
Poverty law
Poverty of dwelling on a matter
A matter of worth
Creating a slaves hide

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Home

Home was always a word that had no one true meaning
For me it was always fleeting 
Instability and screaming
Always had me dreaming
For a future that was teaming
With people who were never leaving
At least not without promise of returning
You showed me its possibly of being
Yet I ran away telling you you're lying
Not giving you a chance of showing 
Me that home is a feeling
Not a place always emptying
After years of visuals and explaining 
It is time to stop verifying 
And see that what is gleaming 
Is not an illusion but me smiling
In a mirror of our own creating
An image from which ill stop retreating
And finally just say, I'm home.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Goosebumps Verify Aliens Are Real

They are all laughing and guffawing.
But they do not read the books I do.
And they do not have my heartfelt messages.
The ones that are so absolute
That I know what I know without knowing how
Yet I do know.  Verification comes in goosebumps.
It is an inner knowing none of them have.
I do not tell them either
For it is something else they would laugh about.

What is going on? I ask them.
John thinks aliens are real, Tim says.
They explode into enormous carnival rides of laughter.
John gets mad and huffs off.  I follow him.
Come on back! Someone yells. I ignore this.
I think we do have aliens I tell him. He says “yeah, right.”
Don’t bother, an inner voice says, but I ignore it.
I have thought it for a long time, I say.
He says something means and shoves off.

An inner voice says “told you.” 
Yes, I knew better. 
I had been trying to get someone to listen for the past ten years.
It is an inner knowing that aliens do exist.
My neck saturates itself with goosebumps
Verifying that aliens do exist.
That is how I know.

Premium Member 20 Minutes

So often it's the little things that stick like glue to our memory. Sometimes, it's a treasured moment simply verifying the logistics. Such 60-second dialogues will sink to the back of our memory and sit there for timely recall to touch someone else' life. However, if for some reason it fails to touch others, we can                                                                                              live on enjoying the thrill of such moments with dear friends.                                                                                     

Such a friend was Gerry and a brief dialogue we had a couple of years                                                                                               ago was priceless.  Gerry passed away a few days ago, and one of  those                                                                                     precious moments has been surfacing of late rather regularly.  At the time                                                                      I was honored to be a part of Gerry's life and in assisting them with some of their transportation needs.                                                                                  

Gerry's wife had recently had a fall and was in the hospital. Gerry called leaving a message for him to be picked up for a meeting.  I returned the call, and the conversation went something like this: "Hi Gerry. You called and I understand that you want to be picked up for a meeting".  At the time, due to a health issue, Gerry's words had been reduced to a very few with the word "Yes" being very frequent and more pronounced.  Gerry's answer to my inquiry was "Yes".     So I said to him, "I will pick you up in about 10 minutes".  Gerry immediately replied, "No".  By then I was completely confused and not sure if he was experiencing one of his "Yes" moments whereby he said "Yes" to nearly everything.  Anyway,  uncertain if he really wanted to be picked up, I asked him again if he wanted to be picked up, and Gerry replied, "Yes, 20 minutes".  It was not a matter of 'whether' but a question of 'when'.  It was then that I knew and understood, and my heart had also captured a                 memorable moment with a dear friend.
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Form: Narrative

Premium Member another abcedarian for fun

all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.


Premium Member Abcedarian Dancing Around

Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormous eager elegant elephants equally excited
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
Xavier's ‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.

Now and Then

Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat

Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream

What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds  Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth

Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved  hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf

Premium Member Impatience Was Our Only Commonality

My Grandpa was an impatient man.
One time when the boys didn’t bring the truck home in time
And he had to move hay,
Grandpa took a chain saw and massacred the top
Off his spanking brand new Cadillac,
So he could use it as a hay-moving almost truck.
The boys didn’t have anything 
to impress their dates with
After that.
And their own fault too.
Impatience is the only thing
Grandpa and I
Ever had in common
As he had a mean
Streak that used
To pinch grandma
Until she cried. I remember
Watching this and thinking
How horrible he was.
He did it a lot, and it was
Awful.
Something happened one
Christmas that verified his
Meanness to me.   I had
Been promised the next
Hold with the new baby for
40 minutes while my hoggish
Gloating sister kept holding on to
Baby David.  When it was finally
My turn,  Grandpa 
Stepped up to say it was
His turn and I said,”Grandpa
It’s my turn.”
That’s when he slapped my
8-year-old face so hard I thought
He had slapped it OFF.  I saw stars.
Mom got upset, and we
Went home immediately.
I had never seen my
Mother so mad, on my account.
We left Christmas without
Opening our presents,
Verifying that
I had somehow
Ruined Christmas.
After Grandma died
My twin and I spent one
Night with Grandpa, and believe me, I slept with one eye open

Premium Member Roygbiv, Roygbiv, Roygbiv, I Love You Roygbiv

RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, I love you RoyGBiv with my might
You have to do with rainbows, wave length frequency and light
Electromagnetic Wave Prism Experiment gave us many a clue...
We can credit Isaac Newton, a scientist whose credentials are overdue.

RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, I admire you RoyGBiv, I truly really do!
Relationship between wave length and frequency are ultimately true.
Gamma-Ray, X-Ray, Ultraviolet Ray Too. They are all famous now
Thanks to the likes of you! Even those short stubby radio waves. Wow!

If you are interested in experimenting, verifying some of this great stuff.
See website “Imagine the Universe”. Their lesson plans are not tough.
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, you show us light travels at one speed.
But diverse wavelengths and frequencies give us colors that we need.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jubilantly Jiving Juicy

An aliveness announcing angels,
Beyond beautiful bliss,
Clarifying clearly 
Disastrously dynamic diminished-hexaverses,
Eagerly, enthusiastically
Finding fanatical futuristic free-verse 
Gyrations guzzling
Haphazardly, happy haiku
Illustrating Images
Jubilantly jiving, juicy
Kindred kindness
Luxuriously languishing
Mystically, magically, memorably
Nimble notations 
Opulently 
Persuasively, poetically
Quirkily, 
Relishing Rhymes.
Succulent, sassy, sensuous
Tangerine Tango-like tankas,
Understandably undecided
Vexingly verifying
Wonderful, wild,
‘xcitingly ‘xhibiting
zany, zealous, zestful Z.
Form: ABC

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