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flies have no holidays

Submitted by the_fool on Wed, 2012-04-11 17:22

part clod hop post paseo down lamar
brow knitted down, head tilted
in a swayed gait broad and hard;
mean muggin' it back to the loe motel mile
side steppedby the hardknocked,
the hard ups and crackophiles;
my bruised knuckles being as big badges bueno
plus this plussed demeanor
el resulto mi empleo;
wafts from roach coach breaks this put on fury
which reminds new worries
about this tummy begging 'hurry!';
ambling the quiet lot, card the door an d nudge it in,

Beseechingly

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Wed, 2012-04-11 16:52

Enlighten me to understand

Let the light of truth
Illuminate the serpentine road
That I traverse in my life
So I may see the obstacles
Littering my negative thoughts

Proclaim a place
Where the freedom of thought
Cannot be incarcerated
With controlled domestications
By those who fear positive growth

Let me be the hammer
Pounding on the inequities
Created by dreams
Seen in a mirror
Covered with smoke

the mentalist

Submitted by MDT on Wed, 2012-04-11 16:17

i've got transfixed hallows
up my sleeve,
and a white rabbit in my top hat
and a flabbergasting opulent cape
with this, the secret i drape
before revealing the splendor
of magical light and color

shuffling cards arrange into a tower
the queen of hearts and the king of Flower
the Ace has grace
and the Jack craves power
ace to base
the rest know their place

so now that i have your attention,
ladies and gentlemen,

s a v i o u r

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2012-04-11 13:17

the flag flutters
red white and blue
those earthly colours that our god fearing nation grew

from opressions of a Kingly tax
we rushed to aid those weak
under attack

The eagle is our totem sign
feirce strong who gives his time
in aiding with his warrior might
opressed and blinded a true sight

A leading nation helping still
our multied people with good will
our leader with a back bones strong
our bill of rights that will last long

MOON OVER CAROLINA (May humor contest)

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2012-04-11 08:52

On this clear spring afternoon
from my deck off toward the east
I spy a Carolina moon
as pale as sourdough bread yeast

The sky is shared by setting sun
although the sun is in the west
moonrise to east has just begun
as white as any virgin's breast

That moon above a flower bed
just before it's time to sup
leads me to yell at neighbor,"Fred!
Be kind and pull your short pants up!"

*don't blame Me, Barb inspired me with Her moon poem lol

gravity

Submitted by Starlight on Wed, 2012-04-11 08:34

Words spoken to mean nothing
Such a waste of breath

Deep down I know there's something
I can recognize on this earth

Something...
Like you
...being a speck of blue
In my never-ending sky of gray

Yet I can't help but think...

Of the unknown face of the moon

Of the tongue like an angry wave
How easily lies can roll off it.

What is it then, to feel safe?
When they fester so in my head?

So when there is something I can recognize
...
Then...

You can wake me up

Love Lies, Bitter/Sour

Submitted by docmaverick on Wed, 2012-04-11 06:45

Promises with sentiment,
selflessness portrayed;

lustful motives so, hell-bent
with the goal of getting, laid.

Only half with earnest hearts,
the other half don't care;

but, they're the ones throwing the darts,
with such accuracy, it isn't "fair"!

Sorrows coerce, heavy hearts to break
as unions fade away;

bonus points, are what they "fake",
when there's nothing left to say.

Each time-line turns, bitter/sour
sadness, refusing to stop;

Workshop: 
More Meter

Tolerance and worthy intentions

Submitted by Cloudthings on Wed, 2012-04-11 01:47

My deep affection reaches for your heart sometimes
Like a birdsong from a willow
You have batted, distracted, at the delicate intention
Like a bothered youth at summer gnats
And yet there springs more sweet consideration
Tolerance, at least in time
And appreciation further to embed more bonded warmth and comfort
I would offer butterflies of tenderness and trust
Yet you would have less fragile ministrations
We may bestow less concentrated pleasantries at times
And yet in all my understanding, gathered over years

THE AUTHOR IS DEAD

Submitted by t. reflexion on Wed, 2012-04-11 00:35

Letters play zigzag pattern in my head
Like this world in which we come to live in
Poetic talents gifted in diverse ways
Some to follow and others to lead on
As reflected in works of the Congress
On posted poems of teaming multitude
A unique stream dancing before our eyes
Where myriad promising writers grow up

African Untouched Glory

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Tue, 2012-04-10 23:07

In Africa elephants roam freely
grazing open pastures of vegetation
Where white pillows cling to blue skies
Touching a green flush carpet of grassland

Native men dance for future brides
adorned in beautifully printed alfgans
to the tunes of their island women singing
Along the wide open dirt road never ending

One day I hope to vacation Africa's homeland
and enjoy the natural earth in it undeveloped form

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