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After the Office Party

I'm  nursing a headache the size of Corfu
my stomach is tied up in knots,
it's the seventeenth time that I've been to the loo
feeling sick with a dose of the trots.
My memory's blank as to how I behaved
but from texts on my phone I can see
that Doreen who I met said 'yes' when I proposed
(she's retired now, and seventy three).
I lie on the bed still in suit and loud tie
no effort to climb in the bedding,
my backache tells me as the evening went by
I danced like Grandads at a wedding.
A bad move to mix all those drinks, that's for sure,
I think I may have crossed the line,
there's a photocopy on the floor by the door
and I'd swear that those buttocks are mine.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Time

I get the feeling I'm wasting my time
people are afraid of losing their money
afraid of the arguments within their families
afraid of finding family that will steal their money

afraid of losing their investments 
afraid of going into bankruptcy
My sister having started and lost to shops
has not the heart to travel that path again

they started a butcher shop and went into bankruptcy
they started a fairy shop but could not reach a profit 
a friend of mine started her own business
making/tie dying tee shirts

she had eighteen staff
Australia opened the doors 
to international trade
she could not compete against
 
companies that pay third world wages
time and time again I come up against
people with experience in business
afraid to restart in todays world

perhaps they are right 
but it's just as well your employers
didn't feel the same
we live in a hard country

I watched as a coffee shop employer
cried because she could afford 
the minimum wage for employees 
so that she could take time off

across the road from us a new plaza started
already only a year later 
several of the new companies have failed 
I imagine thousands of dollars in lost investment 

The worst was the biggest shop target
 that struggled to get customers 
in our thrifty Australian economy
people that try to cut costs buy cheap

Target could not compete against
Kmart's on both sides in close proximity
to many similar shops in close proximity
undermine each other business

making it impossible for the weakest to survive
you want competition to drive prices down
but we also need to look at sustainability  
shops need customers to survive 

Granted I am encouraging 
people to become investors 
but we also want those investments
to be successful

Governments thrive on the success
of their people
we need Governments that focus 
on creating successful investors
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Seagulls and Saints of Emmaus

Seagulls and Saints of Emmaus
David J Walker

I see Seagulls and Saints
	And icy sills of Window’s
Restraints of blurred realities 
And unaccompanied Complaints
But clearly every pray ends 
In amends and Amens 
And incitant constraints 

I see syllables in Sawgrass 
A syllabus of things passed
Down in hands of hand me down
Phases and phrases 
Of false praise promises of
Devine Salutations extended to
	The someone just behind me

I see sunsets and bad bets 
In this and that complications of
Unfinished pages of equivocations
On the road to Emmaus, 
(about seven miles from Jerusalem)
“Stay with us” we plead 
 for it is nearly evening and the day is almost done.” 
So he went and broke bread 
	And then fled as their eyes opened. 

And That’s when I saw 
Seagulls and Saints 
Dining in fields 
of locust and wild honey
Form: Rhyme

Beach Fever Blues

sinking in the sand and losing it
i am watching the whales and the dolphins play
a crab of some sort checks me out in its own way
a few sea gulls do the same
i watch you and him having as much fun as you wanna
i am remembering when he was me
the waves crash continuously running poetic interference 
regrets sneak up on me like a bully with water balloons of bad intentions
i sit and wonder when and where i went wrong
how could you leave me for the man who broke your heart until it wilted and bewildered
when he breaks your heart again, just tell him you love him again and swim straight for the sharks
buried in the sand and conceding to another lost battle
my broken heart is a damaged mirror undeservingly demoted to the seventh row
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Fear Itself

. for public domain

We went for a walk after sunset in the dark,
among the shadows of chestnut trees near a park,
where howls in nearby cornfields
brought fear of what the sound yields,
and rose an unfriendly but wary question-mark.

"What fiend sets to prowl this auspicious time of night?
What fearsome, bold creature may show its teeth so bright?
stalking fresh flesh for its meal,
no mercy for those who kneel,
praying rescue them to the Heavenly Spirit of Light?"

After our walk, we stood on our porch there trembling,
collecting our calm, peaceful thoughts assembling,
endured a gauntlet of fear,
survived what did not appear,
yet ourselves nothing thereafter resembling.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member On Track

Though the clock had no hands to tell the time
 It was  still able to number the hours
 Over the trees the sun began to climb
 As dandelions roared on the lawn, 'flagrant flowers!'

 Off to work she went, ready to catch a train
 He morning seemed to be on the right track
 On the platform she saw her coworker, Jack Crane
 He handled cases that required 'heavy lifting', good ole Jack

 They arrived at work as the bike messenger wheeled in
 He was always suitably attired
 His world was a constant spin
 Becaus obviously, he was two tired

 3-13-2023
 Pun Fun Poetry Contest
 Margarita Lillico
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

I Did It

I ate the enemy,

and bottled up the peace,

I swam a shore
and polluted all the reefs,

I waged a war,

and dreamed up proper beats,

I came and went
before people got their feet,

I ate the animal
and labeled a lofty cannibal-
aided in the sham of all,
but gave it back through the Ram and Bull,

I sickened your very sole,

did chores to leave you without a goal,

faced you inside your head,

made you slave against your own bed,

I ran away and made you feel the chase,

like big cats carrying mace...

You had a chance-
I swear you could have won the day,

its too bad you became sorry
and wished me away,

and thought the earth was still round-
just like your face,

too bad you can't get off of the spike
stuck to your seat,

even if you hitchhike 
you pine at others wills that are weak,

jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique,

and you weren't even there
taking notes and pointing a beak.
Form: Ode

Premium Member December Seventh and the Usa

December Seventh and the U.S.A.
By Franklin Price
12/07/2021

December seventh, forty-one
A day that lives in infamy
Had it not happened, as it did,
Where in the world, would we now be?

Was only four score years ago
We could no longer isolate
Became THE POWER of the earth
With destiny we made a date

Japan and the Axis powers
Forced us, the U.S.A., to fight
They woke up the sleeping giant
And since, we've never slept a night

For us the war began that day
To end, at last, in forty-five
Veterans, of it, still among us
Aging, a hundred, but alive

Are they proud of where we've traveled
Since the atomic bomb was dropped.
Or do they realize, as I,
That World War Two has never stopped?

We helped the whole world to rebuild
Could not retreat from all the fight
Communism now our enemy
It did not happen overnight

In the war they were our allies
Defending all against the foe
When the Axis was defeated
Became the enemy we know

Policing actions, came and went
Korean war, and Vietnam 
The Cold War, so called, ended
We did not really give damn

Had to meddle in the Middle East
Bringing terror to our lives
Putin's Russia and Red China
Are both where the war still thrives

May not yet be full on combat
But the threat is in the way
Why can't we all just get along
In the World we're in today?

Can't we sit down at the table
And listen to the other side?
Our blue, third planet, from the sun 
Is the only place to ride.

THE POWER on the planet Earth
Is still the good old U.S.A.
But it's slipping exponentially 
And will soon be gone away

We're losing sight of who we are
Of who our founders said we'd be
We the people, are the government
Not those in Washington, we see.

Don't have our interests in their hearts
They'll take our freedoms all away
They'll defeat us from the inside
That's what I see for us today

It's not over 'til it's over
We can fight until it's done
We can help or we can hinder
To see again a rising sun
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock

Mom. 
I missed my bus. 
I am going to be late. 
Class will start without me. 
They will be mad..
at me. 

Mom.
Are you up yet?
It is only a few minutes passed...
Yet my world is crumbling
as if it were high noon---
and the crowd is gathering,
to watch.

Mom.
I did everything you said. 
I set the alarm. 
I went to bed. 
Really. 
I know I was up...
in the middle of the night, 
but it could not be helped.
I am young,
and have so much...
too much,
on my mind. 

Mom. 
Can you hear me? 
I am calling your name. 
Not for the first time, 
never for the last...
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Ten Seconds of Beaming Light

AT THREE TEN AM I GOT OUT OF BED.
  I RUBBED MY EYES AND SHOOK MY HEAD.
  I WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO QUENCH MY THIRST.
  ON MY WAY THERE I STRUCK BY A BURST.
  IT CAME RIGHT THROUGH THE ROOF AND FOCUSED ON ME.
  IT TOOK SEVERAL SECONDS. BUT I FINALLY BROKE FREE.
  I'M COMPLETELY AWAKE, NOW AT THIS TIME.
  AND YES I WAS, BLOWN RIGHT OUT OF MY MIND.
  MY HART WAS POUNDING, BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER.
  MY QUEST FOR SOME WATER, HAS COMPLETELY BEEN SHATTERED.
  BUT MY CURIOSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME.
  I WASN'T SURE I SEE WHAT I SEE.
  I TOOK A STEP FORWARD AND ENTERED THE BEAM.
  IT SEEMED I WAS FLOATING IN SOME KIND OF DREAM.
  IT'S SOME KIND OF BEAM, BUT, INSIDE IT SEEMS TWISTED.
  I LOOKED ALL AROUND BUT NO INSTRUCTIONS WERE LISTED.
  ONE HOUR LATER I WOKE ON UP THE FLOOR,
  WHEN I THOUGHT I HEARING A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

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