LESS ABOUT YESTERDAY AND MORE ABOUT NOW
SHE DEMANDED THAT HE RESTORE HIS OWN
DIGNITY BY BEING THE MAN SHE MARRIED
MIGHT YOU SEEM MORE WILLING AND LESS UNLIKELY
OR MIGHT YOU UNDERSTAND INSTEAD OF OVER DOING.
THOSE WHO'S YESTERDAY'S HAVE NAMED THEM AS SUCH
MIGHT THEY THEN BE GIVING THE SAME CHANCES AS THOSE WHO ARE LESS TAINTED.
PAVO THE STARS OF SPRING SHINE ABOVE THEE
MIGHT THE NIGHTS OF SPRING HAVE YOU WITH
SOMEONE WHO IS EQUAL TO YOU IN AGE, IN VISION, AND IN
A DESIRE TO UNDERSTAND.
MIGHT YOU ALIGN YOURSELF WITH PEOPLE
WHO WISH NOT TO MAKE YOU STRANGE
OR LABEL YOU AS DIFFERENT SO THAT THEY MIGHT
INFLICT THERE WILL UPON YOU.
PRAY YE GOD THAT THESE SATANS BE FOUND
AND THERE PLANS AGAINST NOT SEE DOING
MIGHT THOSE WHO DECEIVE BY LYING ABOUT THERE AGES, THERE WEALTH AND THERE
WELL BEING NOT CAUSE YOU TO BE ILL
MIGHT THE WISDOM OF PEOPLE SPEAK TO STOP THE PLANS OF
SATANIC PEOPLE
WHO WISH YOU COUPLED
THEN MIGHT THE CONSTELLATIONS OF EVERYNIGHT IN SPRING, SUMMER AUTUMN AND WINTER BRING PEERS OF YOUR AGE AND OF LEGAL AGE TO
BE THE KEEPSAKE IN THE RELATIONSHIP WHICH WILL BE PROSPEROUS AND
HEALTHY.
I’m not clever enough to join Mensa
Not sporty so I can’t be a fencer
So I’ll form a new group
Here on poetry soup
You’re invited to join - its called Denser!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Some in the soup will never take an active part
in your new Denser group, Jan, but take heart
I will join you
and others too
Cleverness isn't required to be considered smart
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
She joined the group called denser
And her poems became intenser
But she spelled her words wrong
so they gave her the gong
And now her poems they censor
WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY
07-18-17
chat patois certainly not a pita stuffed to a naan to scoop
fingers to speak the food to **** on a cliff and rub an ass
not a mesa here we have toilet to use a brain of a stone age
smile I was never constipated the sushi and cheese
let's craze the kale and the cleanse with maple syrup and why not
a flush of cards to send you to hell as the sun will rise
Their elegance astounds you,
Gowns and suits of the finest fabrics,
Palaces and houses,
Like fortresses strong and sophisticated,
They sweep the universe,
With their trips of honor,
Complicated and diversified,
Loveable and likeable,
Like we are and always have been,
They read like a romance novel,
Chapter by chapter,
A James Bond novel well-written.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
The normal person sits in the audience,
Genius on stage.
I like to call this the mensa complex,
Church on a Sunday.
I sit in the audience and praise God,
The minister chooses his disciples well.
They retire into the distance,
Behind the scenes they carry out the blessings of the Lord.
The teacher chosen to teach again,
Disguised and camouflaged out of respect for the past and present.
To analyze the purpose of living in this contemporary age,
A mensa society highly intelligent and gifted.
University beckons and only,
The chosen can answer the call.
copyrighted Gwen Schutz
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