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Premium Member ARTIST'S ANGLES ekphrasis


DUCHAMP URINAL

toilette
to wet

LOWRY PEOPLE

matchsticks
in pics

HOPPER URBANITY
film stills
sans frills

Premium Member Conosur


   Each day is a sampling of liquids at play.
   Nye sniffs the water bowl,
   Not to her taste.
   She will agree, "It's not for me!"
   Halo samples the rainwater on top of the dock box.
   It has a lovely flavor.
   Turns his head sideways,
   Leaves nothing for later.
   Muddy holes,
   Other dog bowls.
   Standing water near a tree.
   All of this they do agree,
   Is better than any bowl of water I may offer.
   The champagne of water,
   They both agree.
   Comes from the toilette,
   It's cold and refreshing.
   And never ending!

Premium Member Musky Old Santa

Trust Santa to go and forget
His brand new musk Eau de toilette
He snuck round the rear
Of Rudolph reindeer 
Who said, “Better think again, Pet.”


21 December 2022
Contest: A Funny Santa Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin


Premium Member Kiss Me Forever

How lovely and warm we feel
Beneath the wonderful lilac tree,
a spectacular single-stemmed and fragrant.
It attracts spring birds in their fine plumes. 
Listen to their euphonious songs.
Melodies creating soft musical notes.

But my mind is elsewhere in heavenly bliss. 
How much I appreciate your perfume
A Gucci perfect Dolce expensive,
Light blue Eou de Toilette Spray
Delicate and enticing, inviting all the time.

We sit close to each other, an invitation
From my love she echoes: kiss me, kiss me hard
As if this is our last time for even the thought
Makes me tremble with fear. So much fear.

So many are just one timer, and then they leave.
Let it not be the same for us, as we bond forever.
So, kiss me hard and look into my eyes.
Do you perceive the love I have for you?
So, kiss me again and again as if this will never end.
I need no further invitation.
My heart is filled with euphoric bliss.
Our kiss, so passionate, will last for ever.

Chess Cheaters---B

Sight, feignedly fixed on chess board;
Mind, slinking toward smart phone
---the Sacrosanct Savior that just has to be enshrined in the toilette---
urging new hot tips to hop out and help out.

Each toilette patronage pays back an omnipotent panopticon 
through which to pirate opponent's move patterns;
Each stool stay serves back stunners, 
or even sockdologers 
with which to sock it to the opposite side.

Triumph and trophy, lustrous and alluring, though,
the way to catch hold of the twins bids no thoroughfare.
Steep seems improving personal playing strength;
Cheap shot against supervisory loopholes, 
a nice shortcut for patzers to spurt into pantheon.

When wanglers walk off with wins undetected,
when honest players get snookered in the dark,
snollygoster's spirit surges at the epicenter
while chess ethos withers in the wilderness.

Spontaneous

Spontaneous

I feel the tempo of my heart
Arising as I leave the bed
To journey to my quaint toilette
And go downstairs to greet the sun

The food is eaten I recall
I’m all alone with just my thoughts
I watch the wren land on my fount
It stares at me then dips its beak

I sense the writing of a poem
Quickly words come in my brain 
I must recall and write words down
Whatever themes I can attain

A sense of pride that makes me blush
To write again with simple words
I have defined spontaneous
Dementia  will have to wait

©Ralph Sergi March 19,2016
*I enjoy writing 8 syllable poems that are popular
with Thai. It’s a good exercise to began other forms.


Premium Member Chick Flick

as the credits scroll

a bee-line for the toilette

        runny mascara

Too Late Jeanette

There was an old lady called Jeanette.
Who wiggled in line for a toilette.
        She said, "I can't wait!
        I fear it's too late.
And my bottoms a bit more than wet."



Everyone poops contest
 By Roy Jerden





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My Next Lover's Interview

Interview (My Next Lover's) 

 character, heart, hero, how i feel, humor, marriage, money,

MY NEXT LOVER’S INTERVIEW ©

Is it your job to make me happy?
Do you like to buy presents to your love?
Do you like giving presents to your ‘lover’?
Do you like to spend a lot?
Do you have money to spend?
Will you work two jobs with overtime pay?
Will you take me on your long distance business trips?
How would you rate the all-in-one Hotel trips?
How would you rate Holidays Inns? 
What is the best thing The Marriott Hotels feature?
Hilton Hotels are the best, won’t you agree?
Why?
Would you return or go again after a stay?
Why not?
Do you believe in plastic?
How much plastic do you have?
What is your highest credit rate?
Do you like younger or older females?
Do you bite your nails?
Do you leave the toilette seat up or down?
Do you eat meat?
Do you like little or big people?
Would you marry?
For money, love or sex?
Are you insured?
Do you ever tell a lie?
White or black, little or big?
Are you under 35 and older than 16?
Are you high or low maintenance?

Diane M Quinlan, didee June 14, 2015

You Rode Out On It

feeling to well known
can't hide the hurt 
travel far and wide 
to uncover the splint in my heart
the day after you broke it
i play the morning over 
in my head remembering
what you said 
not that it fell on deaf ears
not that i didn't understand 
but i couldn't believe you spoke it 
tangled and twisted waves of 
emotions fog covered thoughts
a tidal-wave of tears supplied 
the river for your leaving 
no one else will use this vessel
the way you rode out on it
the kaleidoscope of your perspective 
is all over the place far left to 
the extreme right on what grounds 
gave you smite , bloodied and venomous
your taunting exposed raw nerves 
glisten and shine like a new bike
i will i will as those words spewed at me
i am leaving ,true you are 
left me staring back at you from the 
mirror , i am not that bad ?
sure we didn't make the right 
choices ,that morning you left 
your words still haunt me as you said
"i don't want to do this anymore i quit 
and i am going to a meeting"
i pleaded with you not to flush it down the toilette 
but you did , i hate you for not looking back
i am stuck here ,

good by my addiction

Fame

Fame
feeds in sugar
left from the horses
race
and makes sausages
perfectly the same
grows in garbages
of another planet
plastic Venus
that never pees
in a public toilette
dresses like a hooker
and spends in Vegas
every weekend...

Talking about fame
it's like kicking
an empty
soup can
or getting a kick
on your butt
from the blind horse
next door...

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