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Premium Member The Spirit of Memories

Sound as loud as a whisper or as quiet as a scream;
music weaving in, weaving out, and weaving in between every dream ~
dreaming is the most beautiful thing, 
I see your spirit as delicate as sculpted Ming,
there in your favorite place upon the piano bench
as if the melody you play and play again could quench
the love-sickness left within my soul at your departing~
No! It’s whispers loud and screams of quiet the memories are ceaselessly imparting.

Premium Member Ode to Shen Zhou

Ode to Shen Zhou

From
atop
a mountain
in Jiangsu
Province in China
during the era of
the Ming Dynasty, Shen Zhou,
a nature artist, poet, and
calligrapher, is respected and
admired for his cultural influence.
                        ***

Heart-strings

heart-strings hum-ming, beat-ing,
songs rise-ing, soar-ing.


Premium Member Snake in the Grass

snake in the grass is a real thing
they’ve hidden since dynasty known as ming
oftentimes knocking off the cherries bing
zapping toes with a little ting-a-ling

yesterday this was one under my blue swing
waiting with his girlfriend to have a fling
they were both much thicker than twine or string
they caught a bluejay by his slowest wing

my taser gun gave them a little zing
something to the yard which I always bring

MING

There was a beautiful 
Fairy name Ming
Who somehow 
Lost one wing
But then she starts
To sing
Until she heard
A bling
Ming somehow had
Grew back her wing

Love, From Santa's Girl


What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers 
well his pants got caught inside the chimney 
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night 
and gave Santa such a jolly fright 
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat 
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat 
now here's the kicker... 
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all 
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul 
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun 
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!   
now here's the kicker... Eh !   
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed   
but as Santa  danced around the sun poured in the loft  
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be, 
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three. 

Merry Christmas Everyone !  
Love, 
From Santa's Girl  :)


I ALMOST TOSSED IT OUT

I always hated that wretched vase,
Ugly and past it’s best.
A bit like me if I’m honest.
(That was my wife’s favourite jest)

But she loved us both, especially the vase,
Which her grandfather left when he died.
And she was always his favourite,
So the thing was displayed with pride.

But when she passed, though feeling disloyal,
I hid it out of sight.
I didn’t have a use for it
But I thought the Red Cross might.

Then, watching an antiques programme,
You’ll never guess what I saw.
They had a vase just like my wife’s,
Worth ten thousand or more.

Did I tell you how I love that vase;
How I proudly display the thing?
And the first thing I tell my visitors is
“This beautiful vase is a Ming.”

eyesight insight 2020

"eyesight insight 20/20"
(the USA shall ever be damned)



H G
well I'd 
best get over 


it


IT was 
well it was
over well ming


IT


was metro 
polis 196 for
score & some 


what


common cold 
killed the
covid


Invasion

poetry gruel23-,':

"poetry gruel" or "Oliver's Twist"


Rights of passage of
Writes of asses of 
Passing unseen 
Censors and
Seen that 

Kumquat cum
Ming and it felt
Like something 
Something that 
Felt so so good 

Like Woodie
Religious 
Fruit so
Self
In

Tuned 
Turned on
And in out of 
Touch with what 
What what was what 

Was
Or never 
Has been but

may I have 
some more 

(no not 
s'mores:

those chocolate 
and marshmallow 

melted 
treats)

I was asking 
about your

usual 
gruel 

that stool
you serve

as fodder 
and fuel

that may make 
me nay make 

me neigh as 
if a horse of 

course pub
lically I won't 

speak more
than what

what's 
that

Mister 
Ed?

Everybody Stop!

If we could teach the world, one thing
it should not be, the price of string
the microwave and why it pings
the endless list, of English kings
the dynasty, of Chinese Ming
the mystery, of golden rings
the history, of Western Swing

No
absolutely none of these things
with all the distraction they would bring
if we could teach the world one thing
we need everybody to stop
we need everyone to listen and look
to hear the little bird that sings
and watch it flap its tiny wings

If we could teach the world one thing
we'll show those people how to dream
above the crazy sounds and scenes
to find all the hope and all the joy 
that our imagination just might bring

If we could teach the world one thing
maybe somehow we could learn
the power of ideas, the power of ideals
with courage, decency, justice and truth
from all of those who walked before 
Dorchester Labourers, Doctor King
women who did amazing things
in science, politics, literature and more
if we could teach the world one thing.

Yao Ming

Around his height
Bigger he is
Sweeter he be.

Premium Member MY POETIC BIO

My name means “blessed*,” and I am by God’s wondrous delight
Midst determination, dedication, decisiveness, and discretion as traits-might
I’m the sister of Rudy, Bert and Ming, my siblings with caring height…

As a Social worker, I cherish the practice of kindness, truth and compassion
While my heart always prays for vibrant, triumphant, and jubilant reaction
To conquer fears of separation, rejection and deception…

By faith, I would like to see miracles, mercy and marvels in my ministry
Right now, I’m a resident of the Pearl of the Orient Seas in Asian territory
My surname bears “greatness” and “magnificence;” thus, to me, victory…

Daily, my special son expresses his love marked by warm embrace
While foster children greet me with their endearing cheerful ways
Meanwhile, orphanage kids encourage me sweetly in this life’s race
Since together, we are a loving family in God’s nurturing place.

*Psalms 32:2 Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

July 1, 2024
1st place, "Bio Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 7/11/2024

Premium Member Krampus instead of Santa

Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go

Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.

Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.

Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.

Premium Member Is Your Name Katie

Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go

Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.

Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.

Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.

Premium Member Tongue Twister

ding-a-ling bump bee bow wow boo
thing-a-jing jump me how cow coo
wring-a-fing grump free frow how who
string-a-ming rump she pow wow foo

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