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 Jun 2015
Richard Riddle
When the "Queen" becomes displeased, and issues an edict, the peasantry responds, else risk the vengeance of the "Queen's Sceptre." (Having to go to the grocery store at 7am to buy:          

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CAT FOOD!!)

copyright:Richard Riddle-June 22, 2015
 Jun 2015
Francie Lynch
Some *****
Are like Faberge Eggs:
Irreplaceable
And needing
Coddling.
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
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palpable piquant
pastel scream
surrounded by
portentous
dream

seafoam and symmetry
loquacious land
shuddering snow
and
sibilant sand

caustic, cocaphonous
calypso clouds
awed by the
eloquent
elongated
shrouds

burnt to mere
nothingness
negated, naught
turbulent
truculent
trickling
thought

dense and dowdy
docile and dubious
rousing and rowdy
quiet and studious

grating, gallumphing
gruesome
ground
supine and succulent

asymmetrical
sound



soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015
Having fun with alliteration

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 Jun 2015
Gaffer
It was a sad day in May when you went away.
Sadder in June when you came home too soon.
To find April in the shower.
 Jun 2015
Chris
°•°

Happy Farters Day

(Dad is so much easier to spell)
Seriously,  Happy Father's Day to all of the deserving dad's out there.
 Jun 2015
South-by-Southwest
Oh come hither to me
My sweetest honey roasted peanut lips
Your almonds I will nibble
You won't be able now to sleep
Let me crack your  perfect pecans
I will walnut you away
I will **** away your cashews
Lick all the salt away
I will ****** all your Brazil nuts
They are most precious I must say .
Yes I have gone completely nutty
What more could I say .
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
I'm learning so much these days
Social mediating my way through this life
Like how to get away with things that I say
Which most times aren't very nice

It's really not that big of a secret
Anyone can join in on the fun
Just throw an LOL! on the end my friend
And you can insult most anyone

For example, you're the worst person in the world LOL!
Simple enough...see what I mean?
As you let the truth fly the wise in their own eyes
Have no idea of what they've just seen

So let's all try this together
Everyone line up single file
Wait! You call that a line?! Are you people out of your minds?!?
Do you all have beans for brains? LOL!

I think you all now get what I'm saying
I think I explained it rather well
Unless your all just a bunch of dim witted Neanderthals
Oh I almost forgot.....LOL!
 Jun 2015
Gaffer
It was the new way to say goodbye
Simply text

Dear John
It’s over
Don’t cry
Must fly
Time to start anew

And if it doesn’t work out
We know just what to do

Dear Jane
Been thinking about this for a while
It’s your style
Just not for me
Want to start something new
Be seeing you

What the hell
No style
Dear John
Have you gone mad
Are you on the moon
Been thinking for a while
I've got no style

Dear Jane
It’s not all about you
Look at the bigger picture
We can see other people
Now that we’re through

Dear John
I can’t get my head round this
We’ll have to meet up
I’m all in a tiz

Dear Jane
Only if you insist.
 Jun 2015
Mark Parker
And the monstrosity
walks up again to tap
on my tank.
GOOD MORNING *****!
You may think
I don't remember much,
but guess who forgot
to change my water last night, ha-cha-cha!
Your lucky I'm still living!
I'd leave to save you the trouble
but we both know
I don't have that choice.
Just so you know,
wearing the same underwear
two days in a row is never
acceptable, no matter the species.
When you feed me crumpled gold fish crackers,
I start feeling like a cannibal.
I'll make you a deal,
flush me and we'll call it even.
After living with you for three weeks,
I think I'll take my chances
with the sewer alligators.
So, I have always wondered what animals would say if they could comment on how humans take care of them. Kind of a weird idea.
 Jun 2015
Poetic T
"Knock,*
"Knock,
"KNOCK,
As a head went against the door,
Then a noise akin to a squashed melon
As their were no more tapping,
As crimson seeped under the floor.
"Breath,
"Relax,
"Look,
Through the eye hole, not like anything will
Be looking back,
Pausing,
I slowly look through this little portal,

"Eye spy with my little eye,

Really not the time to think of that,
I breath,
What it white?
Like piano keys, but with red tints,
Then pulls back, I see lips that are smiling forward.
I lunge back as a where eyes once spied,
A door splinter's, a thousand tooth picks litter the air.
I turn as I no what comes next,

"Run little piggy,
"Run as fast as you can,
"I'll peel you flesh while squeal and cry,
,
,
,
,
Beads of sweat pour from my brow,
I can hear it behind me
Don't look behind, don't look....

"O' ****, what the **** its dressed in a suit of white,

It laughs as it luges forward, lips curled
As if this was a demented game of kiss chase.
Dam fool not with that breath, here kiss this
As I grab a vase,

"I didn't like it anyway,

A jaw and flesh, like a stone ripples in a pond
It stalls for a moment, and smirks,
I have that saying from a Hanks film,
Run,
Forrest,
Run,
As I do in to a room I leave the door ajar,
Was that a mistake, as footsteps heard outside,
It treads closer, inquisitive to why not locked, shut
While I sit on a chair waiting inside,
The Door splinter as shards embed in the cheap wallpaper.

"Welcome white taker,
"Do you know that saying,
"A spider is ever patient ever waiting,
"For its dinner to entrap itself,

Well I have waited a long time do you know there are
things older than
Light,
Darkness,
Time,
Has a way of needing, and this time is to feed,
I could taste your essence from miles away,
Luring you with whispers in the wind,

"Didn't you wonder what urged you here,

As a fist flies forward, and a finger greets this enraged
Moment, thing of white, I smile as
With but a finger on corruption a fist does turn to ash,
Like butterflies it floats around the room.
I inhale consuming this nourishment, but more I must have.

"My time is now to feed,
"What were your words,

"Little Piggy,
"Little man in white,
"Your time is ending and ash you will become,

"I am not food for you,
I am darkness personified,
"I will not tremble in your presence,

And in a closed room, in a home nowhere special,
A scream of darkness* is heard enthralled in its demise
Butterflies of ash floated in the room,
Then they were gone, consumed in the blink of an eye.

"I do like these little games of chase and hunt,
"Mmm,
"What to eat next a feathered friends,
"Or feast on a city of those children of dust,

A figure is seen walking out of that area with a
Toothpick in his mouth,
People swore that he Yawned as if a big meal ate,
Rubbing his belly,
And that a black  butterfly flew out,
Licked his lips and ate it??

"I have a hunger,
"Be hopeful that the urge never takes,
*"In those dwelling you call home.
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
Just got back from Venus
It's a secret, don't ask how
I really mean it
You know, government and all

I am going to tell you though
Most of what I seen
Oh, remember that fella Elvis?
Yep, he's still the king

With a planet full of women
Big, short, skinny, long and tall
Brunette, red head, black and brown
Don't worry guys, there's plenty of blonds

Most men would call it heaven
And give their right arm as a witness
Flying there at any cost
Which brings me back to Elvis

You see Elvis was never much keen on
All of that fortune and fame
He did it all with a purpose
Allow me here to explain

Being a shy kid from the country
For entertainment he'd read comic books
Read one once about the Women of Venus
And that right there was all that it took

He borrowed an old beat up guitar
Figured he could make a few bucks
He'd build a rocket ship out in the barn
And leave on the day it was ready to launch

But alas fame and fortune took him by storm
As his music and charm did us
Being caught up in it all for years to come
He'd just have to wait for his trip to Venus

Of course over time it got overwhelming
As his mind ventured back to the ship
Down on the farm still hold up in the barn
The only solution...fake his own death

And that's where today you'll find him
Viva Las Venus my friend
Elvis in a world of women
Where he still reigns as king
30 or more years ago I saw one of the crazy talk shows where a woman claimed she was from Venus and that Elvis was the reigning king.  She had her story down pat...who knows! The things that stick in your mind!
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
They say it's darkest before dawn,
    dusky gloom met its match in your shadow
          unreality swears by your delusions,
       compounded in fear of disclosure
              that light at the end of oblivion
                  took revolution's number nine train
Happy Birthday Paul!  June 18, 1942 (age 73 years young)

*The number 9 train had its final day -
went to subway heaven May 27 , 2005*
 Jun 2015
Leaetta May
Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N

I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon  
On a shelf at the B & N

Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N

Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was *******
Snorted at the B & N


Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
S
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              p
                 e
                    d
Into her bag at the B & N



Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N

At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N

Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N

Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er  rhrh  rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N

Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N

The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored           
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N
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