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Premium Member Month End Madness

Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control, 
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my 
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him 
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is 
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room 
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong, 
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk 
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and 
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select 
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
Form: Rhyme


The Mermaid

While sailing out on morning’s tide
A mermaid on a rock I spied
She was a lovely half-fish girl
With a necklace made of whitest pearl

She smiled and blew a kiss to me
Then disappeared into the sea
She surfaced back behind the boat
And lazily began to float

I grabbed my friend and pointed aft
He thought that I was truly daft
For mermaids don’t exist, you know
My friend quite plainly told me so

No sooner had he walked away 
The mermaid came again to play
She sunned herself upon some rocks
And combed her flowing silken locks

I hailed the Captain of our ship
But she had given me the slip
The Captain answered to my call
But saw no mermaid there at all

The Captain thought me quite insane
As my wondrous tale I did explain
When he returned back to his duty
I saw again my ocean beauty

She floated there upon a wave
A subtle wink she slyly gave
And then she flipped her lovely tail
Swimming along as we did sail

I called all of my sailor friends
To show them her curvaceous fins
They asked if I was feeling well
When my story I began to tell

I pointed to the mermaid fair
But when they looked, nothing was there
They thought that I had lost my mind
No mermaid out there could they find

They left and shook their weary heads
And sleepily went to their beds
My head was in a dizzy whirl
I saw the ocean waters swirl

Then once again she came in sight
Swimming in the pale moonlight
I yelled and danced a frantic jig
As they hauled me off into the brig

“He’s lost it” I did hear them say
As they sadly went upon their way
Through the port of my little cell
I watched the sea waves rise and swell

Then suddenly next to the glass
I saw the little seaward lass
She took the pearls off of her neck
And tossed them up onto the deck

Then off she swam into the deep
As I wearily slipped off to sleep
When came the early light of dawn
I stretched my arms and gave a yawn

Then my good friend upon the ship 
Ran down with pearls fast in his grip
"You won’t believe the sight I saw"
He said to me, face filled with awe

Last night while I was by the rail
I heard a voice give me a hail
Next thing I knew, here came these pearls
From underneath the ocean swirls

"Quite right you were", he said to me
"A mermaid threw these from the sea"
I winked and said “I don’t think so”
For mermaids don’t exist you know
Form: Rhyme

When Adam First Saw Eve

"When Adam First Saw Eve" 
         
All alone in a Garden of Beauty
Adam thought, "WOW!!!..... 
this is all mine! 
I can hang out, 
take naps, 
do whatever I want to-
MAN!!!.....
I'll do this ALL the time!"

Without...the slightest care,
in this, 
his new world,
see......
he didn't even know
that he had a heart
"MAN!!!....
I feel like the 
"KING OF EVERYTHING!
From my Eden..... 
I WILL
NEVER PART!"

One afternoon, 
after hanging out 
all morning, 
he felt a yawn 
coming on!
He thought.....
"I'll lie down and take a short nap
then get up 
and do my hanging out
'til dawn!" 

See.....
Adam didn't have 
the slightest clue
of what was in store 
for him!
He was about to get 
the "SHOCK" 
of his life,
for a change in his world
he was.....on the brim!!!

When he awoke and
he opened his eyes
he noticed all the creatures
were standing still!
Something had
their undivided attention-
"Let me go take a look-
Yeah....that I will!"

LO....and BEHOLD,
to his surprise, 
what he saw
knocked him three steps back!!!
His jaw dropped to the ground
as he shouted
out loud.....
"WHOA!!!.....
WHO IN THE FREAK
IS THAT!!!"

His heart started to pound
"SO FAST".....
that he grabbed his chest
with both hands!!!
Sounds started coming
out of his mouth.....
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME???-
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!"

This new "MS. WHATEVER"
turned and looked at him,
upon her face came a lovely smile!
Adam jumped straight up
in the air....he jumped up 
in the air a good mile!!!

When he came down
he looked around and saw-
there was no other one
like SHE!!!
He said.....
"I am the luckiest 
MAN of all time!!!-
WHOA!!!.....
I think 
SHE LIKES ME!!!

He started babbling.....
he even tried to sing a song!
How much more 
"HAPPY" 
could he be???
He looked up 
and kept saying
repeatedly, 
to the sky.....
"THANK YOU GOD,
for giving 
HER 
to me!!!"

He kept saying this
over and over again
for he couldn't 
take his eyes off of her!
He said.....
"WHOA!!!-man"..... 
"WHOA!!!-man".....
"WHOA!!!-man".....
"WHOA!!!---
MAN!!!
What a beautiful
"WHOA!!!-MAN"
is SHE!!!

Now..... 
that moment
"WHEN ADAM FIRST SAW EVE"
completely changed
the entire atmosphere!
The rest we do know,
so this is a good spot
to end this poem.....
right here!



           (WTA-IV)
           3/5/2016
Form: Rhyme

Their Final Race

A figure, sickle in hand, wearing a dark cloak
approached a couple of woodland creatures.
He decided to choose them due to their features.
The Hare he noticed was a nimble and fast bloke,
and a Tortoise who would continue on no matter.

He offered them a race.  (Something they’ve done before)
The grand prize to be announced at the end.
The finish line had yet to be decided, somewhere past the bend.
Hare needed to hear no more, ready to settle the score.
Tortoise agreed in his slow and quite manner. 

With a wave of his sickle the race had begun
Hare as always is off like a flash nothing ahead but this goal
Tortoise picks up his claws and started his march, a stroll
Neither knew how long it was of a run,
till they would reach that finish banner.

Hare fly’s down the road nothing in his way
All sights around just a blur 
Sounds ignored like a rambling slur
As his energy began to fade away
He decided it was time for a rest, by the water 

The Tortoise with his steady pace
Looked around seeing all to be seen
A little butterfly at his side, the trees so green
Sounds of the birds chirp, water bubbling apace
Continuing on at his steady trotter

As day turns to night and just past the dawn
The Tortoise walks past the Hare
“Good morning my friend how do you fair”
The Hare startled awake, stretches with a yawn
“I’ll catch you Tortoise without bother” 

Hare catches Tortoise with his quick gate
Suddenly a line appears and there he stands 
The figure with sickle in hand.
“Ah you tied!” he says “Let’s learn the winner’s fate.”
“Welcome both of you to your death.” he said in calm candor

“This is no prize! I won this race!” said the Hare in a huff
“Oh but there is a prize that you both receive, which is the winner will depend.
Your prizes are the memories from this race. They will be all you have for now till times end”
Death said with a smirk. The Tortoise looking around lets out a puff.
Hare arguing it’s not fair, while Tortoise agrees and takes one last gander.

Hare realizing that he has nothing to remember,
No sight, sound, smell or friends from blind sight of his goal,
begins to ball uncontrollably as he enters his eternity alone, dark and cold.
Tortoise now resting by the water he saw, the sweet smells of September,
with his butterfly friend to talk to forever in such a pleasant manner.

Anger In Me

Tears in my eyes
                                        raging righteous anger
                                            flow threw me like
                                                    high tides.

                                          Dam walls crumbling
                                                    around me
                                               Why can't I be free
                                                from the fears and
                                                     anger in me?

                                              Why can't I escape the
                                                  black abysses that
                                                yawn to swallow me?

                                                 Impending disasters
                                                  one after and after
                                                            and after.

                                                      Why can't I be free
                                                        of my inferiorities
                                                Searching for acceptance
                                                  that warming stimulation
                                                 of another one's compassion.

                                            Fuming helplessly and unknowingly
                                                     countless times endless lies
                                                         weakening my strives.

                                                            Thinking it shall pass
                                                            but still it stays alive.
                                                                   Oh how I pray
                                                                 Oh God! Oh God!
                                                      Clear these tears from my eyes
                                                             rid me of this anger that
                                                                          stays alive.


                                                                           By
                                                                    Jay Johnson


Premium Member With Sword and Lance and Bill

Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword

They stood in ranks a thousand long
High upon the hill
The Roman legion, fierce and strong
With sword and lance and bill

The Briton hoards below them stare
With wild fanatic eyes
They jeer the foe and beg them dare
With anger and despise

Come and fight you cowardly foe
Come and meet your fate
We’ll cut you down, row by row
Send you to heavens gate

With scoff and scorn the Romans yawn
What empty threats you speak
We’ll rip you limb from limb this morn
You’re scrawny, thin and weak

Down below, laughter roars
Your bellies, we will slice
We’ll lay you dead, in your scores
Come prove your men not mice

We will arrive and make you pay
For indolence and taunt
You will eat every word you say
When they come back to haunt

It’s easy up on high to gloat
But everybody knows
It’s our intent to cut each throat
And leave you for the crows

But when we make our move towards
There’ll be no shy nor rests
We’ll plunge our sharp and bloody swords
Deep in those ragbag chests

Think of your girlfriends, mothers, wives
For them there’ll be no gains
Will be, as we, cut short their lives
When we spill out your brains

For one last time you’ll see the sky
Cause you’re not leaving whole
When heathen head is raised up high
On legion victory pole

Gasp deep upon your final breath
Invader of our land
Your destiny this day is death
By rude and brutish hand

With sword and lance and bill
All break into their stride
With voices booming still 
Blood fills the wide divide
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March forward to today
Though forces re-arranged
And ask them in what way
Anything has changed
war
Form: Quatrain

Fog Horn On the Neva

FOG   HORN   ON   THE   NEVA

Fog horn on the far off  Neva  dock
A  canal  bridge to open and  unlock:
Today I heard  its  sound 
Unmistakable  note found
Implanted down in my head, 
Coming today a word long unsaid
Across the railroad tracks  it calls 
To me through cracks in walls 
And half-closed lattice  windows,
Across the shadows  and  meadows
From far away in the salt water - 
An ocean-bound  huge transporter .

Took me back  to  porridge oats
And blanketless  beds with cold coats, 
Sharing a pillow  with gran and mum
In a cold unheated tiny bedroom -
But warm as only a mother’s arm can be -
Listening on foggy nights  with me
-To horns open Tyne’s swing bridge  old,
And in foggy winter days cold
-To lost ships off  Cullercoats  moan 
Trying to find the walls of stone,             
The welcoming piers of heaven:
Sandy river’s  saving haven.

I was taken aback to be taken back
Thus, on my  hustling  life’s track
I forget the real roots.   I need 
To recall from what did I proceed, 
For  often does my boat get tossed  
And  in  the fog  I am  sometimes lost.

The Horn’s lament  is familiar 
Like a  family voice or a prayer,
As a bird recognizes its mate’s call
No  need to ask what it is at all.
It is friendly.  To  it I return. 
To hear it  I yearn. 
Like  my  mother’s laugh,
Like grandfather’s cough -
I Know it like  my own face,
It is easy to retrace.

As I walk on Nevsky Prospekt
Turning back the pages of neglect,
I hear it in the depths of my heart.
It reverberates  as a note apart
And I feel  it in  the mist 
Of time.  It insists.  I have missed 
Its plaintive call  for so long.
As a salmon returns where he belongs 
To his birth river on the foam
I am drawn inexorably  home.

Bustling  Tyne ships are now gone.  
Only pleasure yachts that leisurely yawn.
No  battleships or  tankers to see,
No river smells of sweat and tears salty, 
But the horn’s fossilized  lament  remains 
In sand-banks  and sea-lanes
And memory banks retraced :
Memories never to be  to erased.

Life’s  mist becomes  too dense.
Guide  me in the fog thence.
Lead me to back to reality.
The horn is searching for me 
From the past through  the  cracks
And lattice of my old bridge tracks,
Opening my mind to echoes of the past,
Holding my soul  sound and fast.
Form: Couplet

The Man With the Sock Tattoos

it all began with a lazy man,
who on his least lazy day was certainly more
lazy
than you or i,
and on one especially lazy day,
this rotund sloth 
sat in his own filth one late afternoon,
after not showering for days,
with crumbs crusted in his chest hair & the 
stench of stale beer flowing from his mouth
every time he opened it to yawn

this man focused on all the domestic 
errands that he needed to make in a day
(every single one which made him heave his immense
disgusting body &
try to catch his breath while sweating out the
alcohol through his
pores),
from taking a piss to making something to eat
(which he never did, if in fact he could waddle to the
phone, call and order some food to be brought to 
him),
and he found himself sitting in his stained recliner,
staring at his yellow-toed bare feet

as the feet seemed to stare back at him,
his mind drifted to all the time he spent finding socks to
wear, as well as the 
time he invested in pulling them over his feet &
it angered him,
knowing that he would never get those moments back---
he wondered just what he could have accomplished,
from stuffing his fat face to watching whole seasons of canceled
programming---
so he came up with a solution

he put on his unlaced old sneakers without socks &
picked up all of his socks that were dirty,
including all those on the floors in his prospective rooms,
then
he went outside behind his apartment building and set fire to all those
socks that he had nestled in a large smelly pile---
the stench lingered down his street
this sloth had a buddy who did tats,
he lived in the neighborhood,
and so to the tat-man went the sloth---
sooner than later he was sitting in a recliner there
being asked by his equally fat & disgusting
(but beautifully tattooed) friend,
just what exactly it was that he wanted done &
where

the sloth in question replied
“give me a pair of white hanes cushioned crews,
one for the left & one for the right”---then
he raised his bare feet up so that his fat-tat-friend
would be able to see the canvas on which he was about to 
paint

long thereafter,
the fat-tat-friend shook the hand of his sloth friend who
scratched under his armpit & then
walked out with two new sock feet---

some time in the following weeks he gained employment as a 
sock model for hanes---
the end.

Who Am I

This morning arrives as day is signaled by light
The stars yawn and retire as the day becomes bright
Gone is the safe harbor the shadow of night
Morning brings yet another chance to do things right

Within me is the most complex yet simplest of memories and thoughts
Ones that can bring joy the light or sorrow within the dark 
Not a place always of happiness not one usually sought 
it's where inner beauty is casted as well  as  moments where breaths are caught

Today is no different then those times in the past
I'm still wound tight with my thoughts running so fast
I'm drawn into my wormhole cacooned with the only things that last
Memories.. my life the good the bad the shadows of my past

Moments that brings a heart to dead stop
So strong you cant help but cough
Then in a blink a pop 
They are pushed aside as the next rolls across

Times that when lived couldnt be deciphered thru the chaos
The decisions the chances the choices the loss
Some came out of no where as if in my life they were tossed
And then there are those that came at so high of a cost. 

Within this cocoon this wormhole of a past
Deeply I sit watching again as each memory comes to pass 
Memories when there made or remembered tend to always cast
A shadow or wishful thinking from a time that didnt last..

Days will be dark and gloom will reign
Others will be so precious yet so hard to obtain
For love does not stand alone nor does it always remain
There can never be a rainbow until after its rained

So I look upon all that makes up me
The roads I've traveled the blessings I see
The harshness of truth the cold brutal reality
My eyes moisten as I bow my head  and bend my knees
Wondering why God had decided to make me..

With all the mistakes the moments taken for granted
The times when blessed I only raved and ranted
Never cherishing the life I was handed
A life lived while wishing death be granted

He makes no mistakes this I know
I just wish what He saw in me would finally show
Older I get the days swiftly go
And still I wander the direction I don't know

I just don't want to fail Him and not be what He intended
Ears are open my shoulders been lended
My patiences has been tried possibly overextended
Please help me find what You have always intended
Form: Prose

Premium Member My Oneiric Periwinkled Diamond

Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,

Twinkle 
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El       
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell            
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell           
Twinkle 

Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel 

Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate 
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate

Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss        
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess 
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce 
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress

Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes  
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?

Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone 
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn

Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart     
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art

Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails    
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave    

Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty

Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels 
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile  

Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty  



11/19/2017	Updated 5/14/2019
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