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 Jun 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

The world is gone to hell up in thunder,
What's beyond this earth , we've always wondered,
I needed someone to fulfil me,
and you did only that when you were younger,
stayed by my side when we were youngsters,
carried out our guns and roses,
that's a cozy way of hearing voices,
I never doubted the young lady you were,
in our world we have a say-so in every amazing thing to occur,
we are not long for this earth,
touching her skin,
admire her birth,
Both had it hard in school,
but who hasn't?,
suppose to know your worth,
those kids gave you hard time aside from your bad habits,
walking to your house every other weekend just to explore a dream that we made,
Higher than angel dust and 12 packs of cherry koolaid,
cool as the other end of the bed you made,
with several pizza stains,
the icebox could not be as chill as what you displayed,
Madam
I'd be your slave madam,
ill be the one to throw the shade madam,
if were right here , kiss all over your face madam,
so for what we've built they can't take away madam,
I couldn't be anymore proud madam,
known you when you were a child madam,
I love you more than God's crown madam,
forever in my heart you'll be young and wild,
Madam
I'll always remember your younger days.
I love you madam ❤❤
 Jun 2015
Nathaniel
Oh what hopeful prayer i send to thee,
In this my hour of misery.
A belligerent death has done so wrong,
A wind has blown with brothers gone.
A face not mine in reflection i see,
and mirrors now they frighten me.
A voice of better times sowing mines,
and my eyes kept missing the growing signs.
The sight of razors such a heavy weight
this stretch of rope and a growing fate
It takes fifteen feet or five minutes of blood
the thoughts come on like a raging flood
so I raise my sword to fight this more,
though one day life will lose this war.
 Jun 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
Derelict, decrepit,
Just a waste of space
A relic from a different age
One who'd run the race

An eyesore
Gives the place a name
Represents a time long past
It's no longer in the game

A stiff wind would take it down
It's not worth a single dime
Take it down, demolish it
It's enemy is time

A single pane of glass is left
Cracked from side to side
In fact it's cracked the whole way through
As tall as it is wide

The others are all boarded
Keeping out nothing at all
The only thing the wood does
Is act as canvas to them all

Graffiti covers every space
That is left standing here
It used to be a factory once
That made a local well known beer

BUT ON THE OTHER SIDE....

Inside the building squatters sit
Derelicts, wastes of space
The building is their home for now
Away from the rat race

Eyesores, hidden in plain sight
Humanity at it's worst
That is the image given them
Because of addictions thirst

A stiff wind would take them down
So thin and frail are they
Protected by a building that
A storm could blow away

One side thinks it awful
The other, thinks it's good
An eyesore and a fragile shell
Of old bricks and glass and wood

But...for one plain window
Separating worlds apart
A crack runs through the window
It is the buildings heart.
 Jun 2015
Phil Lindsey
Stranger things have happened
Than what you’re about to hear
So I swear that this is all the truth
And it happened close by here
A young girl lost her way one night
She was working midnight shift
When a stranger saw her wandering
And he offered her a lift.
She was trusting and she climbed right in
To the black sedan he drove.
He asked where she was headed
She replied, “To Shelter Grove.”
The driver said, “I’ll take you there.
Just tell me where to go.”
She said, “Around the corner, there’s a hidden drive,
You’ll want to take it slow.
There’s a gate, but it will open, and
A clearing just ahead.
There’s a gravestone with your name on it.
I’m afraid, Sir, you are dead.”

The driver turned and stared at her
She stared back with evil grin
He was terrified but didn’t know
The danger he was in.
He reached out to grab her slender arm
But he closed his fist on air
Somehow she had vanished
She simply wasn’t there.
Now his heart was pounding loudly
He could hardly drive the car,
He used his phone to call his wife who said,
“We’re all wondering where you are!
You see your brother called an hour ago
Your father passed today
They said that he was sleeping when
The angels carried him away.
Your family signed the papers, and
He’s at the funeral home
I never heard of it before,
Some place called Shelter Grove.”

That night I had an awful dream
The wandering girl’s to blame,
She said, “I was sent to take your father,
But I mixed up the name.”  
Phil Lindsey  6/5/15
Why do we envision the Grim Reaper to be a man?
 Jun 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Rivers flowing from your eyes,
Kept making streams,
(I don't want to see this again)
One leg at a time each day,
Is Just what it seems,
(I don't want to see this again)
I made my mark and,
You chose your exit,
(I don't want to see this again)
Peach orchids and sand,
Was a promise , you dreamt it,
(I don't want to see this again)

I'm blind from all the deceit,
All of the lies,
Still sober from the things I use to deal with,
I realize,
You hurt me so bad,
But too bad,
I just packed,
I'm not sad,
Or tingled up in your ties,
But the fly got away from the web just in time,
The devil gave a contract,
And in blood,
You just signed,
Who are you really?
A careless soul,
With no soul,
What are you?
A demon in disguise,
Let it unfold.
Don't want to .......
 Jun 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
It was torn and slightly tattered
storms and wind had battered
The symbol....
The tree was strong and silent
As the winds tore through real violent
At the symbol.....

Look around you'll see it
There are many there to see
A simple yellow ribbon
Tied tight right around a tree
They're there for every soldier
Who is fighting to be free
They are waiting for their safe return
They are there for you and me

That yellow ribbon hangs on tough
To the tree bark that is worn and rough
A symbol...
On the day that they come home
Show them they were not alone
Show the symbol...

It's a simple ribbon on a tree
That shows them that we care
A yellow ribbon, nothing more
We're proud that they are there
When our soldiers come on home
I think that it would just be fair
To let them cut it down
And give them a ribbon they can wear
....a symbol
I want to see the broken-hearted and hurting healed.
I want to see the Lonely and others unconditional loved.
I want Christ to use me to help these people to see him.
For everyone needs God, for only he can save any of us.
For to live a life without being loved is a hard life to live.
But in reality  everyone is loved, because God loves us all.
So it is only because we are blinded to the Spirit world.
But once you find him those shades fall from your eyes.
Revealing the truth, that you can feel love from the Savior.
 May 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
Behind all of the glamour
Hidden by the glitz
Under all the spray on tans
And distracted by the ****

Lies a Vegas like no other
Not the one you wish to see
The other side of Vegas
Has a cost, it isn't free

A parade of homeless people
Far off strip are daily seen
Heading for a bed and meal
Away from where the grass is green

The locals all accept it
It's a darker part of town
Where there's fewer painted smiles
On this Las Vegas clown

Every other building
Is boarded up or framed
In steel bar covered windows
With no winners at the game

The goal of all the walkers
Is to get to the next day
They can't afford to leave here
They can't afford to stay

Each walkway full of hawkers
Selling water for a buck
Passed out drunks all sleeping
Hoping you will toss a buck

Some saints and many sinners
Came to find the life they lead
Is not the one they looked for
When they came here to fill their greed

Don't look behind the curtain
You will not like what you will find
The darker side of Vegas
Is not one that's in your mind

A parade of desperate people
Walk the streets each night alone
Past the empty buildings
Pass the bail bonds, guns and loans

To truly see Las Vegas
You have to venture off the strip
Into a world of darkness
And in truth, it's a short trip

Behind the glitz and glamour
Away from where the tourists go
Is the dark side of Las Vegas
That only few will ever know
 May 2015
Phil Lindsey
A candidate from Springfield town
Confused, was wandering all around
He addressed the voters with a grin,
“I do not know what state I’m in,
But we're headed toward election day
And here's a game you all can play!"
The game is "Voting Booth Roulette"
Spin the wheel and place a bet
Put all your money down on me
I think as voters you'll agree
That a vote for me is a **** good bet
Here’s a list of what you’ll get:
Fewer jobs and
Higher taxes
Shredded emails, notes and faxes
Promises
That I won’t keep
Longer work hours
Much less sleep
Construction work on every road
Less money for the schools
More politician pensions, yes
Vote for me, my betting fools."
PwL  5/26/15
The U.S. Postoffice lists 41 Springfields in the United States - 5 in Wisconsin???  And that doesn't count where Homer Simpson lives.
But what do I know, I live in Illinois, where Springfield is the capital and all the governors go to jail.
 May 2015
Richard Riddle
Call me "old school", if you wish, but I would much prefer to hear, "You're Welcome", than "No Problem!", when I give a simple "Thank You!" What has happened to "manners?"

Richard Riddle-May 27, 2015
 May 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Romance grows from my finger tips,
Shes the one that always second guess,
Baby its non negotiable that - you want me-
I travel far and wide to see your face,
But I'm not ready for the blimpishes,
Baby its no longer a secret knowing - you want me -
I use to dream about the sight of you,
Its slowly fading from my mind,
Baby anyone could determined that - you want me -
We were the duo that was made to fly,
Because its wrong doesn't mean its right,
Baby I don't wanna fight,
You want me,

I was the dream to your wishes,
But ah,
I knew your flaws,
So I didn't mention,
The windows are tented,
Now quit your *******'
Its no kidding ever,
I know that -you want me -

mountains are sprouting up
there was no place for us
secrets were poured out
I would sit here with you
head spinning a thousand times
knowing everything will be fine
pictures I took of us
can't deny your feelings for me

•• I was thinking maybe how you felt for us,
I was thinking maybe you could live for us,
I don't know intentions but I'm built on trust,
I was thinking you could really breathe for us,
Fuss•••

∆~ And The most we've done,
Putting roses in guns,
We get high!
Witness it,
Witness it,
And The most we've done,
Putting roses in guns,
We get high!
Witness it,
Witness it. ~∆

mountains are sprouting up

there was no place for us

secrets were poured out
I would sit here with you

I travel far and wide to see your face,
But I'm not ready for the blimpishes,
Baby its no longer a secret knowing - you want me.
Without negativity
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