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Premium Member Shock of Lightning

My body jumps as Lightning violently flashes
across the sky and is followed by jolting
thunder that shakes the earth
I dash to my door as huge raindrops begin
to pound the earth and my shaken kitty
runs in as I do into the safety of my house
I take a minute to slow my racing heart
as I admire the power of the storm outside
and feel immensely grateful for the shelter
as the world shakes outside with the power
of the summer thunderstorm

IRIS

IRIS       
Little Jane ran to Mike
Joyfully jumping and hugging
Mike elated after long trip
Jane points to calm Iris
Linda, sweet Iris so listless,
Our sweet birdie not talking,
Over a week, Linda said teary eyes.
No singing, no wise crack, no mimic.
Mike held parrot with heavy heart.
Doctors after doctors node their head,
Final answer bulbar A L S 
Came as stone on head.
Linda screamed why god why ?

Premium Member We didn't see it coming

Such an act of cruelty !
SmilyFace had no enemies we knew of !
The world would forever mourn.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2026


I will not rot

*sometimes 
the people who tell me I am somebody
are the ones who make me feel like nobody.*

--your lies will always lie still and stiff like the corpse inside me you created. 

It will not rot
It will not decay.

how do you steal the life you never gave me?

I've lived and died many times already. 
I am immune to my immortality 

It smells like ice. 
It tastes like void.

It runs on crude and sour etiquette. 

It's so esoteric naturally 
that me myself is unnatural.

Do not play me with poison
You are not ivy or oak
trust me, learn your chemicals
We are toxins, take caution
See luck in my state of shock. 

And so be it, I refuse 
to suffer all alone another time 
(again and again)

because that corpse you created will never move
nor will i ever forget.

I will not rot.
I will not decay.

Never meddle with the dead.


March9th2023

Shock wave

Red flash blurry in sights
Walls smashing tuna and mint stew with potatoes and garlic
Mercy they cry I sing with bliss
Ten toes Edgar remembers 
Five fingers a head of mystery
Shadow dragons battle me 
Juniper waves of Love
She is so amazing I am so glad she exists
Understanding oceans divide
Quake their blood is fresh
Ruby eyes clean and sharp vision
Warrior spirit Milk toast delivery
Champagne in my vicinity
Warlock drug lord shaman kneels to My Best friend King of Kings, Dreadnought arisen shamrock
Allocating all decisions to my Physician Yeshua true doctor and healer
Waco York Perth Renton and Eugene Oregon
Albert needs to treat their disabled people better
Wake up speak out fight for our rights!! 
Disabled people matter!!!

Tick tock fuel shock



Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock

Facing racing against a time bomb clock

Tick tock our great leaders in the dock

Should and could have got more stock

Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block

Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock

As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock

Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock

Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock

In their mouths forcefully placing that sock

Throw away the keys after turning the lock


Shock

Listening to the sound of traffic in distance the little girl Hanna laid awake in her bed
She was very scared and could not sleep, thoughts running wild in her head

Hanna was laying motionless, her pain was so raw, her hurt so deep
She felt numb, totally alone and started to weep

She could never tell anyone what happened to her, no one was to know
Her small body was frozen with fear, she felt so dirty, so shamed and so low

What was she going to do she thought in panic, in terrifying fear 
It is going to happen again and again, she can not make this horror disappear

The Crap Show

I didn't buy a ticket, but somehow, I find myself here.
And not only that, to my chagrin, I am the main character in the show. Yes! Little ol' me. 
But how could that be? 
Well, let's start with some love and care, and a bit too much naivety. I'm not ashamed of the loving and caring parts, but perhaps I bought a ticket with my naivety. 
Gossip, slander, lies, betrayal—a soap opera supreme. 
My naivety got me starring in a smelly show with a 'crappy' theme.

A simple Sound

A SIMPLE SOUND
 
It can interrupt lives
Induce pain
Steal memories
Freeze time
Alter direction
Spawn tears
Initiate questions
Radiate shock
Unleash fear
Sow confusion
Cause doubt
Sap energy
Instill rage
Metastasize helplessness
Sprout stress
Rob Joy
Quench Hope
Erase peace
Conjure storms
Usher in Loneliness
Open wounds
Choke breath
Expunge laughter
Remove meaning
Cloud the future
Vanquish love
Kill relationships
Shatter families
Rend hearts
It can be world ending

A knock at the Door

Premium Member Shock and Awe in Iran

                S H O C K 
   The President of Iran wants to 
       ‘talk to the people’
   Says if the people are complaining
       the leadership needs ‘go to hell’


         &  A W E --- F U L
   For his part, the Ayatollah threatens
       ‘to put the rioters in their place’
   A little birdie whispered in my ear
       ‘This isn’t going to come out well’ 



     Epilogue: Ten rioters dead - so far

L-5 and S-1

L-5 and S-1—
Vertebrae pain is no fun;
Intense, searing burn,
And sharp electric shock zings—
Such unwanted, nasty things.

GANGRENOUS WORDS

I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound!
Incessantly playing a broken accordion
My mind's repurposed angels distribute a few alms for the rain god
And the scent of old trunks falls on my cloned funeral
I encase my senses in the pit between lal-mim/sol-fa
I now have a house, crooked lives churning within my tiles
I am against—you are against—all the laws of physics.
 Cigarette butts that never cease to smoke fall from the sky. 
You are something that always feels cold. Hiding Dali in your body
That's why elephants make love alone. Storms, a great curse
I saw myself in the first shelter of hydrangeas
I cut my cord, in defiance of the all-out pain in my back
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound
Yet, it won't be mentioned in any medical book, and you won't know why
I simply drew your blood...

A Bad Day For Todd

Not all poems are happy
Some are sad and some are sappy
This poem is so odd
It's about a boy whose name was Todd

Todd has hair that is very ginger
He wears a ring right on his finger
His skin is so so soft and fair
He wears sunglasses everywhere

Today Todd's day was awfully horrid
He woke up and he burnt his porridge
He tried to go put on his shoe
But his angle twisted and broke in two

Todd screamed and wailed VERY loud
Outside his house there was a crowd
"HELP ME HELP ME" Todd yelled
None of the people were compelled

With the smell of fire in the air
Todd hobbled over to a chair
He grabs his phone to dial a number
9-1-1, oh what a wonder

Suddenly there's a surprise
the fire alarm goes off and cries
"THIS IS GREAT" says Todd sarcastically
His day is going worse and worse, very drastically

With the bone still sticking out of his foot
He feels a drop of sweat. Todd's shook. 
Slowly he begins to faint. 
He didn't know today would be his last day.

the shock

the shock 

72%  of the inhabitants of Israel
 Approve of Netanyahu's treatment of 
the people of Gaza
One supposes their TV shoves the same
horror as we see  
It is as the people of Israel are beset by
an inner truth that destroys their soul
and lead them into self-destruction 
For, we need a long spoon when 
dealing with Israel

Premium Member Sleep's Deception And Reality's Shock

In the cup
Of my hands,
I caught
Cool raindrops;
Blowing breath
Into warm palms,
I watered fields of lilies
And quenched thirsting doves:-

An awakening smile
Quickly frowned
At the sound
Of loud, bursting bombs
And wailing screams of children:
The fantasy of peaceful dreams,
The nightmare of warring reality:-

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