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Uncle Eugene’s breaking down. Murmurs come from the room down the hall - Surgery. Blood clot. A third kind of cancer. “It’s just a matter of time.” But for now, I’m laying by the fire, warmth seeping into my bones. My...Read the rest...

Christmas can be a hard time for many. Especially those in The Midnight Losers Club. If you are, surround yourself with great friends and you'll be ok. Salute. Are you a member of The Midnight Losers Club? (A lone...Read the rest...

Miniscule male member doth bend sinister impossible mission of mine to bare witness whereby mine (whore rubble) puny phallic describes a bent shaft, particularly when cap locks on first observed by the missus when we consummated intercourse, though nicht married, cuz...Read the rest...

They say the abused becomes the abuser, but I will never turn out to be you. Your shadows may haunt me, but never consume. Every scar you inflicted, every tear you caused has given me the strength to never fear. Your cruelty...Read the rest...

I'm quite surprised I've written so many a few years ago, I hadn't any :O Now --almost three hundred in my list the "right side of my brain" doth persist And it's all thanks to PoetrySoup :-) (well first off...Read the rest...

Think of the clock chiming its your homecoming At home she's a tourist filling the disco floor with virtue her bourgeois extreme thrives, transport yourself a new personality brandish your interment interest show your mental process 2 steps forward 6 back At home she...Read the rest...

when in the top ten should be premium member who you will pay for ...Read the rest...

You're the one I remember, Whenever I am sombre: Our group's unique member Adored by a great number: Our home town's full number... You race to peaks, not clamber, Reach goals fast after slumber After beer: urine amber! With your heel crushed a...Read the rest...

So is your card from the NRA or the LGBTQIA? It depends on the card; sometimes, “Get off my yard!” is all that one needs to say. ---------- in response to Gershon Wolf's Card-Carrying Septuagenarian...Read the rest...

I fully belong to Linguistics, Literature for the joy that sticks: The Sharp Poetry from its Drum Sticks Writings one does and notes time that ticks… Wholly I belong to Linguistics, Though it lacks flattering lipsticks, Not easy using its...Read the rest...

Would that this poet were in Greece! Her heart enchanted on its sunlit sands. Her lover, kissing her porcelain hands. His eyes, deep, dark as Kalmata olives. The homes, white, with bright, blue tops. Her heart beating so loudly, fearing...Read the rest...

Though you’re the newest member of the Steve Miller Band Crowd, You’re a wonderful addition… please keep that in mind. Nothing but praise have your co-workers mentioned out loud. They speak of you fondly and say that you...Read the rest...

Clad in just a diaper, Nestled in his father’s lap, A brand-new baby’s by the river, Deep into a nap. I think he needs a blanket Since the bench is in the shade, But his parents seem relaxed With the decision they...Read the rest...

Let me tell you a story…. About a year loving pet named big red, I still can’t believe he’s dead. He was such a wonderful dog, He wasn’t a bump on a log. He was my protector...Read the rest...

A PS Member Died Today No, not a trophy winner, Nor a contest production diva! She was Madelyn McCay. Who with the Lord, this night will have dinner. She had been fighting cancer for over two years. And not once did...Read the rest...