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 Aug 2016
Stephan
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We’re all out here this evening
in a clearing we now stand
When comes a little lightening bug
and lands atop my hand

It’s just as I imagined,
but what I can't define
Is why this tiny insect seems
to be without its shine

“Please tell me Mr. Firefly,
where is your golden light?
Sunset is upon us now
and soon it will be night

We’re gathered now to see a show,
here on the lawn we wait
Your little sparkles on the sky,
before it is too late

Just like a million diamonds
in the darkness while you play
Floating on the summer breeze
through branches as they sway

Those luminescent patterns
that we find within your glow
Fluttering about the night
I really want to know?”


While waiting on its answer
just up ahead I spied
A bunch of lights now flickering
and then the bug replied

“All that I can tell you is,
if a show you came to see
You’ll have to watch it as you scream
you see, I am a bee”


OUCH!
I keep trying to transition away from rhyming poetry but **** it, it just keeps happening.
 Aug 2016
Michael Smith
It is with great pleasure that I post a poem written by a friend who lives in Appledore England. This work is NOT my own and all credit goes to Tracey Curtis.
(Posted with permission from author)
(I did not edit this poem in any way, typo's or otherwise as it not my work to edit)
Enjoy!

MY HUSBAND TOOK ME OUT TO LUNCH
My husbands name is Johnny
He's such an understanding guy
He has the patience of a saint
And here's one reason why

My hubby took me out for lunch
To the local public house
We sat down in the restaurant
And I swear I saw a mouse

I said to Johnny What was that?
As something ran across the floor
"I think I see a mouse" I said
over there sat by the door

First he looked across the room
And then he looked at me
He said" I can't see anything
There's nothing there to see

So I sat back in the wooden chair
And put my bag down by my feet
As Johnny poured the wine out
I chose my food to eat

Johnny ordered steak and chips
And I went for the salmon
But then I changed my mind again
And I settled for the gammon

The food was all delicious
So we thought we'd have a sweet
We were just about to order
When something touched my feet

I moved so fast I caught my foot
Inside my handbag strap
I tripped and lost my balance
And fell into some guys lap

His chair gave way with me on top
With my skirt above my head
The strap was still around my foot
And my face had gone bright red

The man shouts out, "WILL YOU GET OFF"
I think he was quite rude
And then I kicked the table leg
And down came all the food

My hubby came across to help
He helped us to our feet
The man said "what about our food"
There's nothing left to eat

My hubby said "we're sorry bud"
Please, let me pay for more
Johnny gave him Fifty quid
Then the man walked out the door

We sat back down to start again
As the staff cleaned up the mess
I had spaghetti in my hair
And gravy down my dress

My hubby said "what wrong with you"?
You almost wrecked the house"
I said " Well something touched my feet
And I think it was a mouse"

He said "well if it was it's gone now"
So can we please just settle down
I looked at him he looked at me
And he gave me such a frown

But then he smiled and said to me
"Would you like a glass of wine"?
"Would you like a bit more food "?
I said "No thanks I'm fine"

I said "I think I'll have a cigarette
That can't cause any harm"
As I reached to get my bag
The mouse ran up my arm

I jumped up fast and spun around
And then I started squealing
I sounded like a little pig
As I nearly hit the ceiling

I swung the bag around my head
And all around my seat
I swung it high and swung it low
And I swung it round my feet

I smacked my Johnny in the face
With my bag as I was swinging
I think I hit him with the phone
As my phone it started ringing

I climbed upon the table
As I knew the mouse was there
But then I slipped the table flipped
And the plates flew in the air

The food went left the drinks went right
Something caught the fire alarm
And all because that little mouse
Ran up my ****** arm

My Johnny's eye was swollen
From the bag when he got lashed
Although he couldn't see that well
He could see the room was trashed

He looked at me and then he said
"I thought I said stay calm?
I said " I tried my best it didn't work
As the mouse ran up my arm

He shook his head and hung it low
And then just stood there sighing
I said" What's up with you John?
He said" it's you, your very trying

This day has cost a fortune
But I'm not about to shout
But let me make it clear to you
It's the last time you come out
© Written by me..... TRACEY CURTIS...26\5\14
 Aug 2016
Stephan


When my heart dreams of forever,
only one sight does it see
Running a path to your doorstep,
resting myself on one knee

Placing a ring on your finger,
asking this question of you
“Would you please let your forever,
become my forever too”

Staring above at your beauty,
hearing your voice as you say
“You’ve always been my forever,
our forever starts on this day”

Feeling my smile steady growing,
as in my eyes there’s a gleam
For when my heart dreams of forever,
you are forever its dream
 Aug 2016
David Ehrgott
Remember this one?

About a year ago, before the candidates were in the running. The headlines read "Hillary defeats Satan." I , at the time, could not understand this. "How could this be?" I questioned myself. After all, wasn't she the one that handed over the POTUS position to a muslim/socialist? And wasn't she caught with a truckload of articles that belonged to the United States when she moved out of the White House? Yet, some women groups still believe she is the right person to steal the office. (Remember Dickandbush, no one voted for them either. Remember? REMEMBER?) The Presidency is not a position that is voted by the people anymore and hasn't been decided by the public in a long, long time. As a matter of fact, the whole election process is merely a choreographed dance or ******* if you will.

Now to the matter of topic. How she does it. First she gets a crazy old man who preaches socialism is the answer to be her opponent. Is any one in their right mind going to believe that socialism belongs anywhere on THIS PLANET! Listen friend, if it didn't work for the Russians and the USSR then how in the hell do you think it would work here. Some one PLEASE purchase a one-way ticket to China for Bernie boy or maybe send him to Mars. Maybe it could work there. Okay? She has the Democratic ticket. In like Flint.

Now the other side, the Republicans had so many choices and only one of them had the nads to challenge the SUPER-PACS. (You remember those nice scumbags that pay politicians so much money to destroy the country that they (the politicians) just have to take it. Let's see, there once at the time was about eighteen of them. And not one of them could match the evil wits of Satan. I really believed at one time that he DID have a chance to beat thunder-thighs. Then he did this. First he stated that he was good friends with Hillary and has known her for a very long time. Then, he did the unthinkable. He hired the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man to tag along with him. You remember him. Don't you? The guy who not only single-handedly bankrupted an entire city. But, also gave the State of New Jersey a $384 BILLION deficit. Great choice Donald. Why don't you just meet Hillary in a motel for three days and you can be the next leader in about eight years or so.

The other Republican hopefuls were 1. Pretty Boy (he could get the eighteen year old vote but, that's about all.) 2. *****-Nilly (just not leadership material.) 3. BUSH? 4. Some guy whose name sounds like a ****** disease. 5. The Penguin, or as he put it Dracula. And other fiends of Hillary.

Sorry Folks,

The fix was in from the get go.
It's in the bag.

Let's just hope that thunder-thighs doesn't squeeze us too hard.


Oh, just one last thing. If we limit terms in the Senate, Congress, and most importantly Supreme Court. Then, and only then will we have an uncorrupted government. You can thank me later.

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 Aug 2016
Ma Cherie
I dig
you dig
we dig
he dig
she dig
they dig

Not a very beautiful poem
but it's very deep

Unknown author...
I've been having some complicated life circumstances... and unfortunate health issues. I don't like to put them on display, no avoiding is leaving you in the dark... therefore please forgive me for being so remiss ....I would like to offer apologies to the special people here, my cyber friends ;) who have been so kind to read my poetry... so inspiring I am very grateful. I have some things in the works that I really want to get out there but I know you all dig! Life gets in the way ...... one thing I say a lot either right on!...or I dig....haha so I found this little poem to be cheerful and enlightening. Thank you to those kind people who sent me messages wondering if I was ok. I look forward to reading all your work I have an enormous amount to catch up on!!! Peace- oh I guess I use that one a lot too I guess being a Vermont "liberal"... although I don't align completely with that at all I hate labels and this whole presidential campaign is I don't know upsetting to say the least! Ttys :)
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