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  May 2016 PJ Poesy
Matthew James
Poem 2
Sweaty Little Fingers

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive.

"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"

1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive
I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive
but he was too small for me so I made him dive
back into the water.

1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and sound in my sweaty little fingers

2! There's another one! Better than the other one! I'm gonna catch him before he's gone so he can be a friend to number one.

3. 2's a company, 3's a crowd. But I were only five and I just didn't really get how you could make a company with only 2 people working there (true story). So I picked up another one.

For after all, I've already got 3. I've never held four frogs before! Tiny little forelegs  held gently down, just so they can't hop around.

5 little frogs staying alive.
Singing "I, I, I, I'm stayin' alive!"
...Except, they were baby frogs, so it sounded more like "peep, peep"
...And their dance moves were more like...(demonstrate movements of a frog)

Anyway...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas all alive,
I set off down t' 'ill to show mi mum,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas still alive,
Runnin' all the way and havin fun,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas just alive,
I have to lean my hands ont' gate t' oppen it

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas ... alive?
I run to mi mum where she sits

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little hopping fellas ... Not... Hopping.

"Mum?"
"Aww son..."
"What ave I done?"
"Come 'ere son"
"Awww mummy!!! I killed em! I feel like poo!!!"
"It's ok Matthew I know what t' do"

So we went outside and did the best things you can do with 5 non dancing frogs and 10 sweaty little fingers.

We wiped off t'guts ont' garden wall, rubbed em ont, grass and went to build dens out of corrugated, asbestos sheeting instead.

Ah the good old days
  May 2016 PJ Poesy
Ja
Oh Cyrano, dear Cyrano
Monsieur, de Bergerac
Your nose was big, yes really big
Immense, “la tabernac”

You stuck it in, a love affair
And wrote, Roxanne some prose
She fell for it, to the extent
That then, she Christian chose

All those years, you pined for her
And wrote Christian, some more
But in the end, it wasn’t him
But the letters, she’d adore

So you were left, without her love
As if, it was to be
And it’s your prose, which did you in
How stupid, could you be

Before Roxanne, realized you lied
A log, did hit your head
You sadly came, to your demise
And your love, remained unsaid

And so, the moral of your story
Now, comes sadly to its close
Remember to be careful
Where you stick, your big fat nose
BOEMS BY JA 74
  May 2016 PJ Poesy
Michael Blonski
I tried to find the milky way
but it was camouflaged
by bright city lights
and the haze from
overpass fumes

I grabbed a sharp knife
and cut through the haze
that's when
the sky
split into two
  
From the incision
billions of dreams
after years of collecting
in the void
began to rain down

Flooding the streets
after hitting the ground
settling into cracks
and gaps in the pavement

The people panicked
and broke away
from their living room
screens
rubbing their eyes
it was hard to
believe

That's when the ground
quaked below their feet
buildings shook
artificial light went dark
the earth cracked
apart

Black clouds
ruptured from the
cracks and gaps
giving way to
neon rays
the people left speechless
as they witnessed
the dazzling display

Everyone starred silently
at the hypnotic beams
that's when it struck
them
They all shared the same
dreams
  May 2016 PJ Poesy
Gregory Paul Dancer
In this world.
Built on  foundations
of  temporary truth.
Where the root
is the limit of any route.
Growing into the stories
we are taught, from
the consensus in which we live.
We must remember,
truth can be changed.
new foundations can be built.
What is imagined can be what is.
Revolution;
is the gift we should give.
  May 2016 PJ Poesy
Harsh
Anyone walking by me
would probably size me up,
give a fleeting glance
over what I had spread out
on the table in front of me
and think to themselves
“Looks like his man is just
eating away his sorrows."
But sometimes, no matter
how much I fit in my stomach,
I still feel empty inside.
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