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Premium Member Just Call Angels 911

When you are in real trouble,
and don't know what to do.
Ask Jesus Christ to deliver you.
Trusting him to see you through.
Just call upon the holy name of
God's only begotten Son.  Call
out angels 911.

Jesus Christ will rapidly dispatch
them to help deliver your
from the snares and temptations
of the devil. He has defeated
his adversary and yours,
Satan.  The prince of darkness.

We do not worship them,
or bow down before them.
They are your fellow servants.
They are your ministering servants.
They are our waiters. We are
under their protection.

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 23, 2020
Form: Lay


The Busy Street

I see you running up and down the street staring at me through your dark tinted mirror; I couldn’t see your face but I saw your hands moving about on the steering wheel as you mount that battered hill with curiosity and reality staring in your face.

 I have subdued all feelings and continue to search of new meaning. I want to catapult up to sky and have some fun before I die. Are you going to mask your hands too with a gloves and a colored shoe?, What are you afraid of? The dress, the crown or the new frock? I saw you going up the hill with something that is smaller than you but you ride with a vision that is bigger than yourself.

The sun rises slowly over the hill and burst through myriads of grey clouds pouring out a warm friendly smile that sinks deep into my flesh. The morning sweat kept seeping through my pores soaking my clothes and dripping water all over the floor, it’s as if I have just ran a marathon ten times around the track clocking a faster time with all that I have got .

I can see you standing over there looking at me over here. Driving up and down on the street disrupting my heart beat. Why did you come here if you have nothing to fear, you kept hiding from me as if you are my destiny. I do not know for sure where this is going but I will journey with you to the end. 

The big stage is rolling in and the streets are busy with fine merchandise from home and abroad, trucks are lined up at the corner and the streets shoppers and vendors are walking around trying to get the early morning sales.

The actors are repeating their lines and dancers from all over the world are rehearsing for the big event. A hundred and ten bands are on the track and the jazz performers are waiting at the back.

Big trucks parked up on the business street with millions of dollars of catered food stuff; chef, waiters and waitress are running about clearing the trucks and unpacking the stuff, it is going to be a big bang with coronation  bells flying all over the land.

See them dressed up over there in fine costume and carnivals boots, their painted lips and exquisite attire set the whole world on fire, the music is playing in the background and everyone is gathering around

Come to where I live and I will show you something astounding, the streets are packed and the birds are flying in the air and the message is quite clear.
Form: Prose

Premium Member Trying To Smear a Poor Defenseless Deer With An Archaic Spear

There once was a ghost who loved the post 
He enjoyed the thrill of the periodicals fill 
Turning each page of the paper 
Geared to those who picked up an honest wage as waiters. 
There were all these incredible tales 
Using sources that were impossible to fail. 
Flipping through the headlines 
He looked for a good find 
Then there was this one 
It looked like fun 
A hunter name Sam 
Frustrated since he was in a jam
While living in the swamp 
In which he really did not want
Sam developed a plan 
To get out of the bayou scam 
After a beer 
I will go out with this spear 
Telling my wife, I am going to get a deer. 
When I come back, I will say I was under attack 
And almost got whacked. 
Then we will sell since the property can be deemed from hell. 
Trying not to be harsh 
Sam waddled through the marsh 
Watching for deer 
And have an excuse to use his spear. 
Going through very hushed 
He found his way through the murky mush 
There it was a deer and it was time to use his spear. 
Going to this gun 
Knowing the venison was done. 
But something happened 
That nearly trapped him 
It was a ghost that made him miss 
And this made the lovely dear give an evil hiss 
Again, and again he did try to send 
The spear to the de3r who just stood there without any fear. 
“I kept missing and the deer would not stop hissing,” 
Sam said knowing that his dinner was dead. 
Going back home where he was not alone 
Since his dear laid out a nice beer. 
“Honey do you want to leave the swamp?” 
She asked wanting to know if the bayou time has passed. 
“Yes dear, I want to let you know that it is time to go.” 
She responded, “but before we leave, I want to make sure that you believe, it wasn’t a ghost that made you miss instead it is the way you throw that spear in order to enjoy deer with your beer.” 
Still flying high
Knowing the story was not a lie 
The ghost closed the newspaper called the post. 
Making the case it was the spirit in the air 
That really did care
Showing the couple, the guiding light 
Giving no reason to fight 
And as Sam and his wife packed 
Feeling better Sam did not get whacked 
His wife helped him say goodbye 
To the property which for some was a good buy
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Four Cafes

A long-ago January, my love and I spent a month in France. We rented a quaint
apartment up a hill from the road near a lake. The view from the window included lovely mountain flowers and grass down a path to four bar cafes, alongside each other, with outside tables. The apartment window captivated me. I could watch the people, hear their laughter and indistinct voices. All four cafes were quite busy, especially at night, which surprised me, as there is only one small village to support them. I would pour a glass of Cabernet, sit back and watch while my love was busy writing. The scene was enchanting, as if lifted from a painting. The lights from the outside dining made reflections in the glass of the pastel doors and windows.  The waiters would go in and out, carrying large trays, while the patrons would walk back and forth between cafes. Sometimes there would be a shout followed by laughter It was a happy scene I'll never forget.

The prose above is entirely fictional.

March 4, 2023
for "Four Cafes" Prose Contest
by Julia Ward
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

Thought of the Day

A thought for the Day
How do people believe
We can all agree on politics
Are to that matter anything 
When we have to have
A church on every corner
These churches are not full
This is not the problem
For each believe they 
are the only good one
For to many want self praise
Jesus constantly told us
I am not good but my
Father who sent me
And I know I am miserable and wretched
When I tried to direct my own path
For when one sees
We are the temple,
 God
Watched His Son
Die for the corruption
Of this wicked world
That He might come in the spirit
And dwell within our body
To become a living spirit being
He wants to walk, talk and shine his love
Through us daily 
Not to be limited to a couple hours of church
For all can appear good in this time of fellowship 
How have these become
The ones the waiters hate to see coming
Only then will you really see the foolishness
Of this wicked world and not 
Want to walk around in it
But be pulled out of it
There is one friend that
You can believe in and follow
His name is Jesus
Jesus did not pray for the world
But for the ones God sent him
Those who seek and cry out
Love you all


Premium Member Visa On My Green Passport

Time and chance happened 
                                to me
             Opportunity came knocking
    Canadian visa on my green passport
                grabbed with both arms 
                  Montreal, Ottawa here 
                               I come
    KLM, Air France, Amsterdam, Montreal
                       cities so surreal
     Dreams and imagination becoming
                              so  real
               Waiters and waitresses 
                          wait on me
           Dreamy and misty but so real
              Race and colour irrelevant 
                        All wait on me
                     Living my dreams
                      Ottawa with love
      Visa on my green Nigerian passport

Premium Member Girlfriends

A group of 15-year-old girlfriends 
decided where to meet for dinner.
the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View Restaurant,
because they had only $6.00 among them, 
and a cute boy lived across the street named Jimmy Johnson.
10 years later, at their reunion, 
the 25-year-old girlfriends decided where to meet for dinner again, 
The Ocean View Restaurant because the drinks were cheap, 
the band was good and the snacks were free,
there was no cover charge to get inside, 
and the place was always packed with lots of cute guys.
The 35-year-old girlfriends at their reunion 10 years later 
decided once again where to meet for dinner. 
They agreed to meet at the Ocean View Restaurant 
because the atmosphere was good and it was right near the gym,
and if they went late enough in the evening,
there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids to bug them.
At their reunion 10 years later, the 45-year-old girlfriends 
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant 
because the martinis were big and the waiters were young. 
10 years later, the 55-year-old girlfriends 
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again, 
because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good, 
and had windows that opened in case of a hot flashes,
as all good restaurants should. 
10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends 
decided to dine at the Ocean View Restaurant as well 
because the lighting was good and had an early bird special. 
10 years later at their reunion, 
the group of 75-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again, 
because the food was not too spicy 
and was handicapped-accessible for them. 
10 years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends 
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant once more,
because none of them had ever been there before.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Lot of Nonsense

A LOT OF NONSENSE

I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.


Milky Way Dairy, 
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear


I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!


The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!


What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money                                                                                                                                                                                                               
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!


Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!


And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bar

Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
Form: Rhyme

I Do Or Do I

We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say  yes, sat down and waited and then…

The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…

A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,

"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"

The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…

"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon 
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...


A True Story 
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012
Form: Quatrain

Poetry Wives

waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of 
broken words

the water's fire dozes 
off to become forgotten dust
of aurora borealis' gaze
the payment of perforated lies
cuts deeper than the blade's
edge of forty days and nights
as my poems begin to really hurt
i feel so bare so hard to cry
having known that unknowing is
like hating but loving my ex-wives
(who i fought for love before)
so waiters and presidents 
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of 
broken words

:: 01.10.2022 ::

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