On caffeine nights when I study late
And drink for concentration,
I lie awake with open eyes
Dreaming of peaceful sleep.
It’s quiet here now
Except for the cars in the street
Zooming back and forth;
Lions chasing a pack of gazelles.
When the cars don’t zoom past my window,
And the gazelles are silent,
I hear a different sort of quiet,
And can hear myself think.
I lie awake, and my thoughts turn to you,
Images of running with you in fields of heather
Or wet sand between our toes as the tide rolls over our feet.
I listen for your heart and your breathing.
But you are not here.
I think of lying in bed holding you in my arms
Sharing love to Quincy Jones.
The gazelles return – I lose my focus on you.
Sometimes we cry for sleep
Where we can be alone in our beds
Without companionship we don’t know if we want,
But we know we sometimes need.
Poem originally published in All Your Poems Anthology Magazine Summer 2026, The Writers Publishing Company 2026 all rights reserved, ISSN 2977-3822
Free forms in movement
Dept of transit
Overhauled movement of poor life during isolation
Isolation instructions still in assembled bills as job requirements
Obstructions are final. Finite mathematics stills speech and range of motion
Counter intuitive approach to data modeled in hmis privacy act census
I'm a normal function inside of integral limit with derivative market extortion
On vista bus from Ventura government building towards thousand oaks the absence of New York life is laws
If = x
If I cannot
X can
Poor man's publishing Company
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most memories speak to the happenings of it's time
they make you try to understand what's going
through the minds of those who are stars
in the role, the story teller
wishes them to be.
the somber sounds of thinking
to tell the stories of yesteryear
mention the happenings
speak from your position
say what you think is right
author the story and speak to it
as you think it
from the book words of women: Songs of Whores
the Whoremonger listens!
copyrighted 1907 New York City Publishing Company
Dellbabb media Recording company
New Jersey Sound- New York Music!
" the Magic Microphone-The bassey Annoucer"
the fluter is a punk, by HISWOMANFREIND
used with permission from Sounds of Music Recording Studios"
SPENT ALL NIGHT THINKING
WRITING
TRYING TO FIND
WORDS TO GO
TOGETHER
SOME WERE CUTE
SOME WERE CLEVER
BUT THEY DIDN'T MAKE ME FEEL
THEIR INSPIRATION
IT CAUSES ME TO WONDER
THINK BEYOND THE EDGES
LIKE GOING OFF TOPIC
WHAT I'M I TO DO
WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE SAY
I WHAT IT PERFECT
OR BEST ANYWAY
NO MATTER HOW HARD
I TRY
FROM ANY POSITION
THE TIMING AND RYMN
DON'T JIVE
IT'S LIKE SOMETHINGS MISSING
IT'S GETTING LATER
AND I
WHAT THIS COMPLETE
GO OUTSIDE
MAYBE SMOKE AND A BITE
TO EAT.
MIGHT SHAKE A NERVE
OR CAUSE ME TO CREATE
BETER WRAP THIS UP
IT'S GETTING LATE.
anonymous author: LIKE IT BETTER WHEN WE......(2018) SONGS OF LOVE...MUSIC BY DITTY DOO WOOP, OF DRUMBEATS AND SHINEYHORNS MUSIC COMPANY, DO-YOU-THINK-IT'S-GOOD-NOUGH SONG COMPANY MIDDLESEX NEW JERSEY, RIGHT DAMN ONE PUBLISHING COMPANY. COPYRIGHT PENDING WEATHER YOU WANNA SING.GIVE NAME TO YOUR WORKS!
NEVER SHAME A WOMAN
SHE'LL OUT DO YOU
AND FIND PEOPLE WHO'LL
DO THE SAME
MAKE A MESS OF YOUR LIFE BY PLAYING
SILLY LITTLE GAMES
MAKE YOU TO BELEIVE
THINK ABOUT WHAT SHE SAY'S
LIE AFTER LIE
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHO'S
IN HER BED
SHE'LL LABEL YOU GAY
AND PEOPLE WILL CHOR4E
TO SAY SHE'S RIGHT
NEVER MAKE A WOMAN SHAMEFACED
SHE'LL TRY TO STRAT A FIGHT
SHE'LL SAY THE LITTLE MAN
BATTLING THE GIANT
WON, WHEN THE BIGGUY
BEAT THE BUM
SHE'LL M AKE CONTENTION FROM THE LIES
SHE WISHES THE WORLD TO BELEIVE
TURNING TRICKS IN YOUR NAME
FOOLING A WORLD TO BELEIVE
HER HEIIGHENED SENSE OF TROUBLING
WHEN KNOW THING GOES HER WAY
TELL PPEOPLE WHAT YOU'VE DONE
AND TELL PEOPLE THE THINGS YOU SAY
CREATE AN AUDEINCE
THAN THE MEN WHO WISH TO BELEIVE
CALL YOU ***'S AND STUFF
AND WILL REQUEST FOR YOU TO LEAVE
FROM THE BOOK I FEEL THREATENED BY HER CAUSE TO RALLY AGAINST ME !
BY JUDDER DACKS, THE NEW YORK PRESS, PUBLISHED IN ASSOCATION WITH DEAL-DEAL MONEY RIGHT PUBLICATIONS AND BOOKS, A PEOPLE COMPANY. COPYRIGHTED 1969 BY DEAL-DEAL MONEY RIGHT PUBLISHING COMPANY. WRITEN BY aUTHER WRITER, FROM THE SERIES OF BOOKS BY "PUNKS AND THE WHORES WHO SLANDER THEM"
we heard the wagonwheels
the rattling of the axles
the stinge of the horses
the dust they created
we were unmoved
some became frightened
but most of us knew
what they varmints wanted
we stood back to back to make
sure they weren't getting it
they wanted our gold
and we weren't gonna let them have it!
From the novel Big Tramps Watering Hole
published by Dahiser Hussier
and the Bandchoosen Franchise
New York greetings publishing company
copyrighted 1901.
how the hummingbird
loves the flower
the way you love me
This small haiku was dedicated to my son Rob Poulin and his family for their love, and my son's collecting some of my poems and creating a little-bigly book titled: THE LAST LEAF DECIDES. I am on his board of directors and Executive Vice President of his little publishing company: COLT PRESS which is publishing my poems. I asked that this haiku be included as a dedication to them, but I think it too late for inclusion. If we could all love the way a hummingbird loves the flower's nectar, love would be so sweet.
I wipe the sweat from my brow
waiting
hoping
praying.
I made my submission four weeks passed,
it took even longer to write my piece,
3 months to be exact.
As I stare at the blank screen,
the paranoia sets in and I think to myself
The publishing company will know it was me,
they will know the acts created were of my own.
I did not mean to murder her, my wife.
It was her laziness that finally set me off.
I just asked her to iron my shirt,
she couldn't even do that right.
At first I thought that the iron had slipped,
it was then that I realized, as the moments passed,
that my hand was wrapped around the iron,
gripped tight.
From then on, after this sudden realization,
I figured it wasn't so bad after all,
at least I had something to write about for my next piece.
So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen
as the paranoia sets in.
-Caroline Youngless
Now first things first
Right a out a manuscript
(Well duh!)
Next...
Prepare it exactly how you want it
(Like I'm going to prepare it any different)
After that...
Have somebody eDiT your storu
(Yeah because I want to have mistakes in it)
Then...
Find a good publishing company
(No, I think I'll try a bad one)
Later...
Send in your copy
(No I'd rather just publish it magically)
Next...
Wait for a reply
(At this point people tend to over eat)
Finally...
Get a response
(Good or BAD)
GOAL!!
Yes you have reached your goal!
(Haha that's what you think)
This is what the average publishing site says, ha ha they make it seem so easy, and who are they to say our
goal has been met, they have no idea if their obvious steps have helped or hurt. Had fun writing this one!*
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