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Premium Member Ronny



Yes, there are times now and again
I'll look back and remember when
you were mine for a little while;
you always could make me smile.
You were my Fabio straight off the cover
of the romance novel I read over and over.
Our love was so strong, it was a natural high;
the kind that's guaranteed never to die.
But just like my book, it came to an end,
And we just couldn't get it back again.
No matter that it broke my heart,
it was too late; we had to part.
I'd never had to make it on my own;
but I soon found I liked being alone.
Though there was no more you and me,
I wasn't looking for someone to see.
I mean, come on, I couldn't replace you!
Now of course, we know that's not true.
But things aren't like they were before;
I'm not that same girl anymore.
Last time we talked, it wasn't the same;
no butterflies when you said my name.
I couldn't think of anything to say,
and I'm pretty sure you felt the same way.
Still somehow we've managed to stay friends.
At least that's something that'll never end.
And yes, dear Ronny, every once in a while,
you're still able to make me smile!
Form: Rhyme

Poor Pirate Polly

There once was a pirate who was bored
so she went for a walk and explored.
A patch on both eyes 
and no warning cries
she walked herself straight off of board.
Form: Limerick


Tarantula

Written By:  D. Collins 11/18/24


Straight off the hairs of a tarantula.
You will see me coming, leaping right at 'cha.
Full fangs in force to dig deep within.
Digging my vengeance all under your skin.


Leaving a venom that makes you melt away.
Slowly incapacitating the next victim of prey.
I lurk in the shadows completely unseen.
Bring you to the gallows. Know what I mean?


We lay low in the cut, 'til it is time to strike.
Put some serious stuff into every bite.
Stand back and watch victims fade away.
Crawl up so they're allowed to see my face.

edvard'z tramp'd thru thuh Testaments

.

                  "Speak to them"
              Yahweh Commanded 
                           my
                     straight off 
                     pick'n 'part
                         mine
                       appetite 

            "not even hern Yahweh"

                     I dare not
                         phuk
                         front
                       His Holy

                       "not one
                         little
                         phuk"

               i dare not speak'd
                        'bove
                      Yahweh's
                      Thunder




     
        (chillax)
*Rekhta Dictionary
  rekhtadictionary.com › meaning-of-"phuk"
  English meaning of "phuk".... The sudden 
  sound of a flash or spark.

Premium Member cold turkey

shall i fly madly and pop more pills ~ or keep walking straight off the hills

either way my trip has chills ~ coming down off a high’s the part that kills
Form: Monoku


Premium Member Muddy And Wet

My first sleepover
was when I was almost eight,
camping with my friend.
Our tent wasn't store-bought,
just a tarp wrapped around some
stacked-up bails of straw.

We lived on a farm;
did I mention that before,
or did I skip that?
Anyway, we did;
and that's how we went camping
when I was a boy.

We weren’t set up yet,
when suddenly, it's raining
and we're getting soaked.
My friend's mom got us
and rushed us into the barn,
all muddy and wet.

She told us straight off
we'd have to sleep in that barn;
so I ended up
sleeping in a stall.
I still smile when recalling
that experience.
Form: Choka

Premium Member Breathing and Living

Written: June 26, 2023
______________________________________________________________

The sun is alive, and all creatures are awake.
Even the green leaves seem to be breathing.
And the air is crisp, cool, and pure for our sake.
Little black and gray birds sit on the bushes, chirping.

Their melodies cloy the morning air and sway.
As if to say, "Wake up, embrace the day!"
The squirrels are ambivalent, demanding nuts.
Their playful antics bestow smiles our way with no cuts

The earth straight off is alive and restored.
With the vibrancy of life pulsating through its core.
And out of respect for this day,
I will not turn on the TV or listen to what they say.

To the horrors that man has brought upon himself.
For today, I need what the earth has on the shelf.
A golden yellow morning, with dwarf leaves quivering,
As fresh air wafts through the house, my soul is glittering.

To be present at this moment,
To let climb of worries and atonements
To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin,
And let it cram me with pure joy within.
Form: Rhyme

Serendipity the Second

He caught his bus to Barnsley
Thinking he’d be there soon
But the driver took a wrong turn
And they landed on the moon

Where the King of the Selenes
A most delightful host
Served them Lunar Honey
On hot buttered toast
And a string quartet played
Until half past three
When the Lady Queen
Served her special lemon tea
Then they all stood chatting
As the driver turned his bus around

And at the very first attempt
Got it straight off the ground
Back down in Barnsley
He couldn’t for his life
Think of an excuse
To tell his waiting wife
So he told the truth
Which cost him a clout
As she whacked his head
On her angry way out

If there’s a moral to this story
It’s no matter how he tries
If the world don’t like the truth
They’ll insist a fellow’s telling lies
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Flow

some days life struggles to define itself
other days the hours roll straight off the shelf
some days fickle wind refuses to blow
other days nothing can stop the wind’s flow
some days start out headed straight toward hell
other days impossible to foretell

will not always be a reason or rhyme
to go with purposeful use of our time
lack of confidence and indecision
second thoughts, stage fright, fear of derision
disturbances which mess with our feelings
existence often complicates being

not always going to be a smooth flow
yet ever onward is where we must go
Form: Sonnet

One Night

last drops sitting, dizzy
drunken upon parched lips
too far off in the distance

I'd lick them, if there
a luscious libation of dreams
soliloquies of intent, aligning
if for just one night

an astral ray on a darkened pond
swaying in the wind

chest ripped open
bearing old wounds
and the scars that beat them back

I'd put you on your back
as you face my consequence
wandering about your world

sipping juices out of your cups
plucked plump
straight off the vine
an empty bottle of wine
but I've got more
than what you need

in moments like these
we come together
and bleed

Premium Member This Is Just-That's Me

YES, THIS IS JUST-THAT'S ME

Yes, that's me

Look and you’ll see
My hair curly yet soft straight off-black
My eyes brown yet soul starred mirror beige tint
My arms tight yet firm some hint of fat
My hands veins dry sometimes hurt yet I type
My heart need exercise it's over my soul I'm loving sort
I’m a lover of God, humanity children first
I never commit a spiritual or physical murder
My friends the few very view that I have think I'm lyrical
I live life my life has meaning
I hope to know always the calling of the Lord
I dream to be united in holy matrimony with a faithful spouse
It’s all clear as can be.
That’s positively, absolutely m.


12/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

The Toymaker

The Toymakers Toy

I thought once Pinocchios strings had been cut, 
his wooden body turned to flesh 
and he became ‘real’

Yet, I have been cut loose from my strings, 
only to be left feeling numb,
and raw? 

I feel as though I have landed, 
like a twig that’s been thrown by a child. 
And am now, Just Waiting
Waiting, to be trodden on. 

I was gifted a voice, 
by the fairy godmother herself. 
But given no volume
Or words to speak.

My ears however, have to listen.
my eyes unable to close,
my control centre never sleeps,
My tastebuds completely frozen.

My vunerable heart,
placed outside of my chest.
With no love or protection, 
Just the echo of my masters voice. 

The clinking of chains 
Secured to my wrists,
clogging My arteries,
And, Starving my veins.

each breath is harder,
like grissle that's been gnawed,
straight off a bone, 
By a ferocious beast.

A broken toy,
with a soul. 
that is wanting to be real.

To find Giuseppe 
and be loved,
not wooden with strings.

Vietnam Reflections 94

vietnam reflections 94

the gusts come through the window
wind rolling straight off the lake
water looks choppy today
looks cold and gray
not a good time to take
up the pots
not much fishing
not much anything
except too much time to think
and remember
and drink
might go over to the mainland
and pick up some nets
check out the horses
and place a few bets
anything to chase the ghosts
out of my head
the dead and dying
the almost dead
we brought their bodies back
their hearts and souls are free
we all wished that it was us instead 
in those flag covered caskets
guess it wasn't our time
just wasn't meant to be

One More Love Chance

It's risky to take a chance
But I did with just one glance
When my eyes soared right to yours
My heart flew straight off it's course
Unexpectedly I found
My whole world on shaky ground
Feelings I've never known
Is shining through, brightly shown
A brand new funny sensation
Pulsing through me , an elation
Of happiness that is sweeping
Sweeping over me as my hearts beating
I can feel every thump
It is making as I jump
At your soft tender carress
My emotions are a mess
Not knowing where this might lead
Once I hope it will succeed
Into a relationship
That will never turn or flip
Upside down, leaving me blue
Please say I have a chance with you
Form: Rhyme

I Read In the Newspaper-The Police,

I read in the newspaper:- "The police,
 Are looking for a  young  impudent rapist."
I called them straight off- "I'm ready for job!"
 But - was roughly rejected  by an arrogant snob.
Form: Quatrain

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