A Vietnamese lad in Da Nang
was said to have a musical whang.
When erect it could sing
and the sound, it would ring
all the way from Da Nang to Pyeongchang.
The dog and her wings
By Lelia Lee
Oh, Molly, girl with her giant heart
Oh, my Molly girl, you were my special plump dog.
Oh, Molly girl, you are longing to rest.
Oh, Molly girl, you were all that I had.
Oh my girl, you were all I could love
Oh, Molly girl, wings are near.
Oh, Molly girl, how about some lunch? Oh, why aren't you eating?
Oh, Molly girl, the wings are getting closer.
Oh, Molly girl, you stopped eating.
Oh, Molly girl, run like the light.
Oh, Molly girl, please don't lie down, oh no, the wings are nearly here.
Oh, Molly girl, the wings are outside, and they're banging on the door.
Oh, Molly girl, please don't open the door.
Oh, pretty girl, look at you now.
Oh, Molly girl, you did a great job, but you left me alone.
Oh, Molly, girl in all of your might
Oh, Molly girl, you were my only light.
Oh, my Molly girl..You earned your wings.
Oh, Molly girl, your halo so bright, so much that it lights up my night.
Oh, Molly girl, good night
The Oboe City Whore
____________________________
Her words speaks an unspoken reality
"If you go through it first then I'll know
How to act. A model of leadership might I keep
My sports intact. Oh the ancients fooling people what came first. I ain't got act, no I ain't gotta reherst.
Vile wicked woman I caught on to what you been doing. I ain't gonna be your scapegoat, you out here deceiving people. Love no it ain't that simple. This is a complicated trust. See the Stupides speaks the loudest if you get what I am saying
Call every God you know, then you'll know I am not playing.
She said, been a whore in listed episodes, a snitch for my Mister. You don't mean much to me, your demise is my concern
. Your days are numbered, and you'll never reach that conclusion, when it comes to revenge; baby it's my turn!
“It wasn’t me who voted them in.” He bleated, quite moronic.
“And all the lies we’re being told, I think I need a colonic.”
He looked around and gathered his thoughts, “I need to pen a missive,
To my local member, here in town, and it needs to be derisive.”
His needs lined up and in a row he smoothed the sheet for writing.
Nib to page, ink to flow, the Minister’s in for a smiting.
And as the words began to roll with sweet and honeyed menace,
The smile in his eyes began to show, he started, “My name’s Dennis.”
He listed off the promises made with a corresponding date
And coupled them with grievances to even out the slate.
He moaned and groaned and spouted steam. He really was quite grumpy.
And when he read it back again, he found his syntax lumpy.
Scrunch it up and start again, it surely must be proper.
With guilt to place and thoughts to sway, he breached a mental stopper.
And now, when Dennis wrote some more his thoughts and words were crystal.
Seven pages, neatly scrawled. What a delightful epistle.
I am a no member of raging war,
Sweeping through invisible Russia's rage
To exhausting Ukraine's territorized floor...
Against bond, love once held on peaceful stage.
I am a no member of staggering twist,
Wrong influence placed as tease to Isreal;
Triggered test if covenant still exist...
Now results dead bodies without burial.
I am a no member of the world's power,
That stakes check to ruling validity...
Of the country which sits up on such tower,
Using war to strengthen rigidity.
I am a no member of timing bomb
The world quietly sit; tickles... yet looks calm!
Now This!
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A piece evoking heartbreak, initiation, and resilience through friendship.
Relating to a club which may not exist in the literal sense, but exists in the spiritual.
A club for those who have felt broken, but lifted by others who have probably been through the same rituals linked to heartbreak.
Title.
Are you a member of The Midnight Losers Club?
(A lone voice whispers)
I joined last night
Went through the initiation
Got my heart broken in two
Took proof
Showed them all on the big screen
A picture of my ex-husband smiling as I stood crying
Now I wear the secret brand under my right sleeve in French.
Une fois brisés, nous nous relevons grâce à l'amitié
Car nous sommes membres du Midnight Losers Club
(Once broken but we rise through friendship
For we are members of The Midnight Losers Club)
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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 grandparents are alive,
one falling into incoherence,
but not bad yet.
My mother is here.
My father is upstairs.
We are under one roof.
And I am escaping into a written world
by the warmth of the fire.
The world outside is cold,
and eventually I must face the chill
for the sake of my dog
and because time marches forever forward
with graceless strides.
But for once, my mind is calm,
and I will drape myself with this moment
when the wind picks back up.
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 voice whispers)
I joined last night
Went through the initiation
Got my heart broken in two
Took proof
Showed them all on the big screen
A picture of my ex wife smiling as I stood crying
Now I wear the secret brand under my right sleeve in French
Une fois brisés, nous nous relevons grâce à l'amitié
Car nous sommes membres du Midnight Losers Club
(Once broken but we rise through friendship
For we are members of The Midnight Losers Club)
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Do the broken belong to a secret club?
Have you been a member but unknowingly with out the tattoo?
For did others help you rise after your mighty fall
When you joined The Midnight Losers Club?
The Midnight Losers Club represents losing out to heartbreak and any future happiness with a person involved.
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 taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.
I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to conform to your twisted fate.
They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but my mind sings a different tune.
With every step,
I prove society wrong.
In healing,
I grow immensely strong.
Your ghost may haunt me time to time,
but I will never let my past dictate my future,
as in shadows deep,
my spirt climbs,
to reach beyond the pain you caused.
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 to God, let me recoup)
But-- your contests! So motivating
positive feedback, so non-hating :)
I just moved up to "lifetime member"
these early years I'll still remember--
--all your patience and encouragement
hope maybe someday I'll be in print...
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 feels timid
there's no gang sweetheart
just the statutes of the once great
awaiting toppling
in dew clad desperate February
when in the top ten
should be premium member
who you will pay for
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 mamba...
One to watch from September
To Christmas' December
Which club would you dismember?
Not until a penumbra.
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.
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in response to Gershon Wolf's Card-Carrying Septuagenarian
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