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"carlo" poems

That which I discovered a Beat Squire A Potential who I Trust can be Friend As sincere as the News he respires Giving you Updates which does make us Bend Kaibigan, should you show the Numb Male Which Ingredients we are truly made of He chose you. That alone should just prevail And Rice the Staple makes your Friendship oft I mean this Good Thing. Being at your Best And Youth such Buddy could ever provide Live out this Stage well. Far from what the Least Full-Cupped Elders think they could just Advise. My Part is done. Decisions are your own This Future is yours; Make it well-known.

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Mar 9, 2013

Mar 9, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC

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That which I discovered a Beat Squire A Potential who I Trust can be Friend As sincere as the News he respires Giving you Updates which does make us Bend Kaibigan, should you show the Numb Male Which Ingredients we are truly made of He chose you. That alone should just prevail And Rice the Staple makes your Friendship oft I mean this Good Thing. Being at your Best And Youth such Buddy could ever provide Live out this Stage well. Far from what the Least Full-Cupped Elders think they could just Advise. My Part is done. Decisions are your own This Future is yours; Make it well-known.

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~ June 2023 HP Poet: Patty Mager Country: USA Question 1: Welcome to the HP Spotlight, Patty. Please tell us about your background? Patty M: "I was born an only child in a 3 generation household. I loved books, and playing imaginary games, and chasing my mom with really long nightcrawlers, my Grandpa raised in a washtub. I was a banker, and a financial banker for many years. I quit to do hospice for my Dad when he was to go into hospice. My husband had heart problems and my little Mom eventually got Cancer. So I nursed and loved them all. My Dad for a year, the others over an 8-year period. I saw the transition of each and the way each handled their ending, and I was there for them all. I consider that a special blessing." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Patty M: "I always wrote, but I found a poetry site 20 years ago, and began to write seriously. I've been published in many anthologies both in the US and abroad. I was nominated for the coveted Pushcart Prize twice and I once had a three-page spread in our local newspaper. I came to HP in 2014 and I love this special place with amazingly wonderful poets who have become really great friends." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Patty M: "Sometimes poems seem to write themselves, almost like automatic writing." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Patty M: "Poetry is spiritual, and a lifesaving rope that carries me through both good and the horrible times of my life." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Patty M: "My favorite Poets are: Sylvia Plath, Neruda, Billy Collins, Maya Angelou, Poe, Ginsberg, Anne Sexton, and Longfellow." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Patty M: "I love to cook, do crossword puzzles, read, and play card games like canasta, and spider solitaire. Being with family is my heaven." Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for allowing me to interview you, dear Patty! I learned a great deal about you!” Patty M: "Thank again Carlo. Thanks so much for all your help and kindness." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Patty a little bit better. I indeed did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #5 in July! ~

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Jun 1, 2023

Jun 1, 2023 at 5:56 PM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Patty M

~ June 2023 HP Poet: Patty Mager Country: USA Question 1: Welcome to the HP Spotlight, Patty. Please tell us about your background? Patty M: "I was born an only child in a 3 generation household. I loved books, and playing imaginary games, and chasing my mom with really long nightcrawlers, my Grandpa raised in a washtub. I was a banker, and a financial banker for many years. I quit to do hospice for my Dad when he was to go into hospice. My husband had heart problems and my little Mom eventually got Cancer. So I nursed and loved them all. My Dad for a year, the others over an 8-year period. I saw the transition of each and the way each handled their ending, and I was there for them all. I consider that a special blessing." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Patty M: "I always wrote, but I found a poetry site 20 years ago, and began to write seriously. I've been published in many anthologies both in the US and abroad. I was nominated for the coveted Pushcart Prize twice and I once had a three-page spread in our local newspaper. I came to HP in 2014 and I love this special place with amazingly wonderful poets who have become really great friends." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Patty M: "Sometimes poems seem to write themselves, almost like automatic writing." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Patty M: "Poetry is spiritual, and a lifesaving rope that carries me through both good and the horrible times of my life." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Patty M: "My favorite Poets are: Sylvia Plath, Neruda, Billy Collins, Maya Angelou, Poe, Ginsberg, Anne Sexton, and Longfellow." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Patty M: "I love to cook, do crossword puzzles, read, and play card games like canasta, and spider solitaire. Being with family is my heaven." Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for allowing me to interview you, dear Patty! I learned a great deal about you!” Patty M: "Thank again Carlo. Thanks so much for all your help and kindness." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Patty a little bit better. I indeed did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #5 in July! ~

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. J o h n Dillinger "P retty Boy" F l oyd "Baby Face" Nelson Al "Scarface" Capone "Ma c h i ne Gun" Kelly Charles "Lucky" Lucia no B u g s y Siegel Carlo Gambino Jack Diamond Tom Devaney Jame s Coonan D a wood Ibrahcan Kray Brothers Demetrius Flenory Joaquin Guzman James Burke Meyer Lansky Bonnie Clyde

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC

. J o h n Dillinger "P retty Boy" F l oyd "Baby Face" Nelson Al "Scarface" Capone "Ma c h i ne Gun" Kelly Charles "Lucky" Lucia no B u g s y Siegel Carlo Gambino Jack Diamond Tom Devaney Jame s Coonan D a wood Ibrahcan Kray Brothers Demetrius Flenory Joaquin Guzman James Burke Meyer Lansky Bonnie Clyde

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~ April 2023 HP Poet: Sarita Aditya Verma Age: 47 Country: India Question 1: We are so happy you could be a part of this, Sarita. Tell us how long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Sarita Aditya Verma: "I have been writing for the last six years (19th October 2016), that was the first time ever I wrote to express myself. I have been a member and have posting here at Hello Poetry since December 2016. This is the only place where I share my words, sometimes a copy of the same with friends who are willing to read. Hello Poetry has been my sacred space, I feel blessed to be here." Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Sarita Aditya Verma: "Nature has inspired me forever, be it rain, sunshine, trees or the blooming flowers. The length and breadth of vivid times and emotions. I usually write about the experiences in life, as I lightly observe around. Sometimes it could be a photograph, a painting or even my morning walk. In general, the geometry of life and the rainbow that shines. That’s how poetry happens to me." Question 3: What does poetry mean to you? Sarita Aditya Verma: "Poetry is one of the best experiences in my life. It has given me a sense of belonging, a space which is totally mine, brought in a lot of clarity, and words have set me free. 'Sometimes poetry, mostly life, unwritten quotes destiny shall write'- is what I believe in." Question 4: Who are your favorite poets? Sarita Aditya Verma: "I have been a science student, and haven’t had much exposure to literature/poetry in my graduation years. So it would be unfair to quote any of the greats here! Robert Frost and Mark Twain are the ones whose works I have enjoyed reading in school. The rest, most of my reading and learning experience, has been at Hello Poetry - from the many great poets and poetesses who share their wonderful work here, and I am grateful for that." Question 5: What other interests do you have? Sarita Aditya Verma: "One of my other interests is photography, I love the geometry of the subject- it’s all about angles and curves, and right moments to capture. I am drawn to nature and street photography. I am still into the process of exploring and acquiring the skills. I also enjoy listening to upbeat music :)" Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much, Sarita! We are really excited to add you to this spotlight series.” Sarita Aditya Verma: "Thank you so much Carlo, for interviewing me here. I truly enjoyed the questions and am eager to know about and read from other contributors at Hello Poetry :)" Again thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Sarita a little bit better. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #3 in May! ~

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Apr 3, 2023

Apr 3, 2023 at 8:09 AM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Sarita Aditya Verma

~ April 2023 HP Poet: Sarita Aditya Verma Age: 47 Country: India Question 1: We are so happy you could be a part of this, Sarita. Tell us how long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Sarita Aditya Verma: "I have been writing for the last six years (19th October 2016), that was the first time ever I wrote to express myself. I have been a member and have posting here at Hello Poetry since December 2016. This is the only place where I share my words, sometimes a copy of the same with friends who are willing to read. Hello Poetry has been my sacred space, I feel blessed to be here." Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Sarita Aditya Verma: "Nature has inspired me forever, be it rain, sunshine, trees or the blooming flowers. The length and breadth of vivid times and emotions. I usually write about the experiences in life, as I lightly observe around. Sometimes it could be a photograph, a painting or even my morning walk. In general, the geometry of life and the rainbow that shines. That’s how poetry happens to me." Question 3: What does poetry mean to you? Sarita Aditya Verma: "Poetry is one of the best experiences in my life. It has given me a sense of belonging, a space which is totally mine, brought in a lot of clarity, and words have set me free. 'Sometimes poetry, mostly life, unwritten quotes destiny shall write'- is what I believe in." Question 4: Who are your favorite poets? Sarita Aditya Verma: "I have been a science student, and haven’t had much exposure to literature/poetry in my graduation years. So it would be unfair to quote any of the greats here! Robert Frost and Mark Twain are the ones whose works I have enjoyed reading in school. The rest, most of my reading and learning experience, has been at Hello Poetry - from the many great poets and poetesses who share their wonderful work here, and I am grateful for that." Question 5: What other interests do you have? Sarita Aditya Verma: "One of my other interests is photography, I love the geometry of the subject- it’s all about angles and curves, and right moments to capture. I am drawn to nature and street photography. I am still into the process of exploring and acquiring the skills. I also enjoy listening to upbeat music :)" Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much, Sarita! We are really excited to add you to this spotlight series.” Sarita Aditya Verma: "Thank you so much Carlo, for interviewing me here. I truly enjoyed the questions and am eager to know about and read from other contributors at Hello Poetry :)" Again thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Sarita a little bit better. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #3 in May! ~

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~ September 2024 HP Poet: Victoria Age: 59 Country: UK Question 1: A warm welcome to the HP Spotlight, Victoria. Please tell us about your background? Victoria: *"My name is Victoria, I'm 59 and from Wirral, North West England. I studied and had a career in social work, predominantly the field of Child Protection. I was married, I'm happily single. I am the eldest of 6 and have 5 children and 5 grandchildren. Home growing up was dysfunctional, I lived through my teens with my nan. I'm passionate about my family, Liverpool fc and my friends. I was addicted ****** My bio says: "Previously life was complex, I helped make it that way, now, I keep it simple and fun." It's true."* Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Victoria: "I joined Hello Poetry in 2011 and that's when I started writing poetry. Mostly, I started with rhyme and then found that prose better fit my parlance." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Victoria: "I'm inspired by my many experiences, with others and in nature. I'm inspired by poetry here, always. Many a poem has stayed with me, long after reading. Writing poetry was suggested to me and my writing developed, it gave me a voice to express, that which more often I had held silent." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Victoria: "What poetry means to me happens both in the reading and the writing. Poetry for me, gives and changes perspective, I gain new sensibilities and find through the writing, as in life there is, constant readjustment." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Victoria: "I have lots of favourite poets here, at Hello Poetry. I've made many friends and been fortunate to meet a few. I also enjoy discovering new poets and I am always amazed at the talent out there." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Victoria: "I enjoy fishing: music, photography and feeding my family home grown produce. I've rented an allotment plot for about 12 years, it is where I grow veg, fruit and flowers. My other pastimes are travel, walking, watching the footy and the occasional wild night out with close friends." Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for giving us this opportunity to get to know the man behind the poet, Victoria! We are honored to include you in this ongoing series!” Victoria: "Thank you, Carlo." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Victoria a little bit better. I most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez We will post Spotlight #20 in October! ~

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Sep 1, 2024

Sep 1, 2024 at 4:32 PM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Victoria

~ September 2024 HP Poet: Victoria Age: 59 Country: UK Question 1: A warm welcome to the HP Spotlight, Victoria. Please tell us about your background? Victoria: *"My name is Victoria, I'm 59 and from Wirral, North West England. I studied and had a career in social work, predominantly the field of Child Protection. I was married, I'm happily single. I am the eldest of 6 and have 5 children and 5 grandchildren. Home growing up was dysfunctional, I lived through my teens with my nan. I'm passionate about my family, Liverpool fc and my friends. I was addicted ****** My bio says: "Previously life was complex, I helped make it that way, now, I keep it simple and fun." It's true."* Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Victoria: "I joined Hello Poetry in 2011 and that's when I started writing poetry. Mostly, I started with rhyme and then found that prose better fit my parlance." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Victoria: "I'm inspired by my many experiences, with others and in nature. I'm inspired by poetry here, always. Many a poem has stayed with me, long after reading. Writing poetry was suggested to me and my writing developed, it gave me a voice to express, that which more often I had held silent." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Victoria: "What poetry means to me happens both in the reading and the writing. Poetry for me, gives and changes perspective, I gain new sensibilities and find through the writing, as in life there is, constant readjustment." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Victoria: "I have lots of favourite poets here, at Hello Poetry. I've made many friends and been fortunate to meet a few. I also enjoy discovering new poets and I am always amazed at the talent out there." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Victoria: "I enjoy fishing: music, photography and feeding my family home grown produce. I've rented an allotment plot for about 12 years, it is where I grow veg, fruit and flowers. My other pastimes are travel, walking, watching the footy and the occasional wild night out with close friends." Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for giving us this opportunity to get to know the man behind the poet, Victoria! We are honored to include you in this ongoing series!” Victoria: "Thank you, Carlo." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Victoria a little bit better. I most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez We will post Spotlight #20 in October! ~

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Atletico’s progress to this stage has been somewhat sloppy to say the least, following a second leg showing at the Vicente Calderon which allowed minnows CE L’Hospitalet to walk away with an historic 2-2 draw. <a href="http://eventsonnet.in/real-madrid-vs-atletico-madrid-live-streaming-telecast-live-score-lineups-time-date-venue/">Click here to watch now!t</a> Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. • ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Click here to watch now! • ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. The loss at Valencia on Sunday for a near full strength Real Madrid returning from victory at the Club World Cup and a winter break came as a shock to everyone. A title race is well and truly on again this season so it may come as some relief for the players of both camps to lock horns away from La Liga. Failures for both Barcelona and Real Madrid at the weekend mean Atletico are level on points with Barcelona, each a point behind leaders Real but Carlo Ancelotti’s side do have a game in hand.

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Jan 7, 2015

Jan 7, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC

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Atletico’s progress to this stage has been somewhat sloppy to say the least, following a second leg showing at the Vicente Calderon which allowed minnows CE L’Hospitalet to walk away with an historic 2-2 draw. <a href="http://eventsonnet.in/real-madrid-vs-atletico-madrid-live-streaming-telecast-live-score-lineups-time-date-venue/">Click here to watch now!t</a> Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. • ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Click here to watch now! • ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online..Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid Live.. Stream.. Watch.. Online.. The loss at Valencia on Sunday for a near full strength Real Madrid returning from victory at the Club World Cup and a winter break came as a shock to everyone. A title race is well and truly on again this season so it may come as some relief for the players of both camps to lock horns away from La Liga. Failures for both Barcelona and Real Madrid at the weekend mean Atletico are level on points with Barcelona, each a point behind leaders Real but Carlo Ancelotti’s side do have a game in hand.

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tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded most important of all: all of 'em are fearless we don't know what it meanz to be scared just some migrantz who will now be heard da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa one apartment here, and one block' there like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored: watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural, and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish

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Jan 28, 2021

Jan 28, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC

A Migrant's Tale

tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded most important of all: all of 'em are fearless we don't know what it meanz to be scared just some migrantz who will now be heard da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa one apartment here, and one block' there like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored: watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural, and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish

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~ October 2023 HP Poet: Maddy Age: 65 Country: USA Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Maddy. Please tell us about your background? Maddy: "Retired Teacher now Media and Digital Literacy Educational Consultant and writer." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Maddy: "Been writing since I was eight. Three years now as an HP member." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Maddy: "Poetry wakes me in the middle of the night on airplanes and when I walk. It is still one of my best friends other than my husband, sister, and Best BFF Irene." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Maddy: "It is my friend and companion and is a precious asset. Without it my life would be empty." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Maddy: "Thoreau, EE Cummings, Sappho, MAYA Angelou, Carole King, Emily Torres, Mary Oliver, Millay, and many here on HEPO." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Maddy: "I love Travel, Photographer, Nature, Cooking, Theatre, Concerts, and Reading." Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for giving us an opportunity to get to know you, dear Maddy! You are a wonderful addition to the series!” Maddy: "Thanks and looking forward to it and your review of my book on Amazon." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Maddy a little bit better. I indeed did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #9 in November! ~

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Oct 1, 2023

Oct 1, 2023 at 3:33 PM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Maddy

~ October 2023 HP Poet: Maddy Age: 65 Country: USA Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Maddy. Please tell us about your background? Maddy: "Retired Teacher now Media and Digital Literacy Educational Consultant and writer." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Maddy: "Been writing since I was eight. Three years now as an HP member." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Maddy: "Poetry wakes me in the middle of the night on airplanes and when I walk. It is still one of my best friends other than my husband, sister, and Best BFF Irene." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Maddy: "It is my friend and companion and is a precious asset. Without it my life would be empty." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Maddy: "Thoreau, EE Cummings, Sappho, MAYA Angelou, Carole King, Emily Torres, Mary Oliver, Millay, and many here on HEPO." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Maddy: "I love Travel, Photographer, Nature, Cooking, Theatre, Concerts, and Reading." Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for giving us an opportunity to get to know you, dear Maddy! You are a wonderful addition to the series!” Maddy: "Thanks and looking forward to it and your review of my book on Amazon." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Maddy a little bit better. I indeed did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #9 in November! ~

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What is that reality that appears to me in dreams, chock-full of misgivings and doubt. I counteract my fear of life with my fears of slumber, dust in my eyes and stiff as lumber. In truth - I'm not stiffened by fear, by nausea, post-pubescent sacrilege, or all of the above. I'm not up-kept, grizzly with ennui; I'm dizzy, confiding my loss. I feel the lips that kiss but can't be drawn: from mind, stencil paper pen, on sheets of thick pale and cellulose, for the heart to mend. My unsteady hand is my fearful friend A soft embrace from a warm mind Somber and so full of Life clung to by the scent of Death Endowed with an eternal promise and regret from veins of plants or the glow of stars. Cold, mechanical debt. (my heart, so full of...) (my mind, so hot with...) (my body, trembling in...) I am gulf-like a stream full of trees and glass echoing a promise of shattering wind. Will I be published after my death, asleep predating, a life conceived. Will I live to see myself alone, and to discover that which I'm not? Or will I stutter and wallow a curse, Up towards the sky, Until the final verse. On a boast or chasing the Rail, pale as dirt, and shallow still. Will my true love abandon, break, strain, Burn away the wax, or hurry to blame? Omit my evils from the star-charts, then just to vacate the void. From the half-broken corridors of rocks, nooks, crannies. Carry laughter through the night burn the effigy bowed-down, before dawn's courageous, ever-splaying light Angels, of Carlo and Marx, plenty by noon festoon, again by day thus replay, Endeavor to infinity, fair child. Remold the light by Day and remold the Day by Night.

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Feb 23, 2013

Feb 23, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC

What is that reality that appears to me in dreams, chock-full of misgivings and doubt. I counteract my fear of life with my fears of slumber, dust in my eyes and stiff as lumber. In truth - I'm not stiffened by fear, by nausea, post-pubescent sacrilege, or all of the above. I'm not up-kept, grizzly with ennui; I'm dizzy, confiding my loss. I feel the lips that kiss but can't be drawn: from mind, stencil paper pen, on sheets of thick pale and cellulose, for the heart to mend. My unsteady hand is my fearful friend A soft embrace from a warm mind Somber and so full of Life clung to by the scent of Death Endowed with an eternal promise and regret from veins of plants or the glow of stars. Cold, mechanical debt. (my heart, so full of...) (my mind, so hot with...) (my body, trembling in...) I am gulf-like a stream full of trees and glass echoing a promise of shattering wind. Will I be published after my death, asleep predating, a life conceived. Will I live to see myself alone, and to discover that which I'm not? Or will I stutter and wallow a curse, Up towards the sky, Until the final verse. On a boast or chasing the Rail, pale as dirt, and shallow still. Will my true love abandon, break, strain, Burn away the wax, or hurry to blame? Omit my evils from the star-charts, then just to vacate the void. From the half-broken corridors of rocks, nooks, crannies. Carry laughter through the night burn the effigy bowed-down, before dawn's courageous, ever-splaying light Angels, of Carlo and Marx, plenty by noon festoon, again by day thus replay, Endeavor to infinity, fair child. Remold the light by Day and remold the Day by Night.

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~ March 2023 HP Poet: Thomas W. Case Age: 53 Country: USA Question 1: We are very happy to have you participate, Thomas. So how long have you been writing poetry, and how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Thomas W. Case: “I've been writing poetry since I was 16, and I've been a member of hello poetry for 3 years.” Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Thomas W. Case: “The things that inspire me to write are life: the good, the bad, the ugly. Emotion inspires me to write. Poems come to me in many different ways. Sometimes in pictures, sometimes a word will pop into my head and I will write around it. And sometimes a situation in my life will transpire and I will write to process it.” Question 3: What does poetry mean to you? Thomas W. Case: “Poetry is cathartic for me. It's a lifesaver, it gives me a unique perspective on the world, it helps me to make sense of life. Poetry is my highway through the madness.” Question 4: Who are your favorite poets? Thomas W. Case: “Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda, Dylan Thomas, and W.B. Yeats.” Question 5: What other interests do you have? Thomas W. Case: “Writing short stories, reading, and spending time with my kids.” Mr. Timetable: “Thank you so much, Thomas! We really appreciate your willingness to be the first one to be spotlighted.” Thomas W. Case: “Thank you, man. I look forward to seeing the post and how it turns out.” And thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Thomas a little bit better. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #2 in April! ~

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Mar 14, 2023

Mar 14, 2023 at 7:50 PM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Thomas W. Case

~ March 2023 HP Poet: Thomas W. Case Age: 53 Country: USA Question 1: We are very happy to have you participate, Thomas. So how long have you been writing poetry, and how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Thomas W. Case: “I've been writing poetry since I was 16, and I've been a member of hello poetry for 3 years.” Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Thomas W. Case: “The things that inspire me to write are life: the good, the bad, the ugly. Emotion inspires me to write. Poems come to me in many different ways. Sometimes in pictures, sometimes a word will pop into my head and I will write around it. And sometimes a situation in my life will transpire and I will write to process it.” Question 3: What does poetry mean to you? Thomas W. Case: “Poetry is cathartic for me. It's a lifesaver, it gives me a unique perspective on the world, it helps me to make sense of life. Poetry is my highway through the madness.” Question 4: Who are your favorite poets? Thomas W. Case: “Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda, Dylan Thomas, and W.B. Yeats.” Question 5: What other interests do you have? Thomas W. Case: “Writing short stories, reading, and spending time with my kids.” Mr. Timetable: “Thank you so much, Thomas! We really appreciate your willingness to be the first one to be spotlighted.” Thomas W. Case: “Thank you, man. I look forward to seeing the post and how it turns out.” And thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Thomas a little bit better. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable) We will post Spotlight #2 in April! ~

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the size of you now from way back here my dear you may not know but let me tell you... how you fill the pavilions with your ether whiskers and your sumptuous mask. the all night habit of your ring finger's habit. the flinch of your dashing rabbits. you might be breathing something from monte carlo. but your flames flamingo. yooouuuu don't even know the half... but the whole thing reeks of pablum and bamboo shoots. illustrious pulp. you are not the virtue that you want as much the virtue that you lack. the size of you now from way back here, is merely the reticule of god's ****** with the rubber-room bullets and the nice lighting. you have wind chimes in your wrinkles again. are you that much gone from nod as you might seem steam on a roof of a low owl atop giant mouse ?

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Dec 15, 2012

Dec 15, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC

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the size of you now from way back here my dear

the size of you now from way back here my dear you may not know but let me tell you... how you fill the pavilions with your ether whiskers and your sumptuous mask. the all night habit of your ring finger's habit. the flinch of your dashing rabbits. you might be breathing something from monte carlo. but your flames flamingo. yooouuuu don't even know the half... but the whole thing reeks of pablum and bamboo shoots. illustrious pulp. you are not the virtue that you want as much the virtue that you lack. the size of you now from way back here, is merely the reticule of god's ****** with the rubber-room bullets and the nice lighting. you have wind chimes in your wrinkles again. are you that much gone from nod as you might seem steam on a roof of a low owl atop giant mouse ?

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Starlight shines from limousines On the streets of Monte Carlo But I'd prefer a cup of tea In a caff with Gary Barlow. He'd draw inspiration from The drabness of the venue And weave sweet melodies around The items on the menu. Spreading sounds of happiness Around the greasy spoon. He may be a chub-a-lub But he sure can write a tune. I could take him back to mine To feast on milk and cookies. Watching pirate DVDs In my flat above the bookies. I would part the curtains So the jealous neighbourhood Saw me ****** rewarding The blond scribe of 'Back for Good'. He could climb atop me Like he mounted Kilimanjaro Everything changes forever Once you've tasted Gary Barlow. Down to earth despite his millions Cuddlier than Robbie Williams. Looking pensive in a vest, Gary Barlow is the best.

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC

Starlight shines from limousines On the streets of Monte Carlo But I'd prefer a cup of tea In a caff with Gary Barlow. He'd draw inspiration from The drabness of the venue And weave sweet melodies around The items on the menu. Spreading sounds of happiness Around the greasy spoon. He may be a chub-a-lub But he sure can write a tune. I could take him back to mine To feast on milk and cookies. Watching pirate DVDs In my flat above the bookies. I would part the curtains So the jealous neighbourhood Saw me ****** rewarding The blond scribe of 'Back for Good'. He could climb atop me Like he mounted Kilimanjaro Everything changes forever Once you've tasted Gary Barlow. Down to earth despite his millions Cuddlier than Robbie Williams. Looking pensive in a vest, Gary Barlow is the best.

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~ October 2025 HP Poet: Pagan Paul Country: UK Question 1: We warmly welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Paul. Please tell us about your background? Pagan Paul: "I am from Bristol, England. I have always been a Free Spirit and never really settled into the society into which I was born. I am neuro-diverse. I am generally quite a shy and private person. I also write a little comedy and love listening to old comedy radio shows. I like cheese (especially vintage Chedder)." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Pagan Paul: "I have been a member of HP since August 2016. I started writing poetry in around 2012, but not regularly. I think it was around 2015 I became more prolific and took it more seriously." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Pagan Paul: "My inspiration comes from many sources. Nature, mental health, relationships, experiences, articles, books and my interests. But also from the mess that is my mind." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Pagan Paul: "What does poetry mean to me? Escape and expression for my creativity. Its a chance to write down things in a way that makes more sense to my neuro-diverse mind as well as to explore and experiment with ideas, concepts and imagination." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Pagan Paul: "I do not really read much in the way of classical poetry (Byron, Keats etc) but do tend to read some from ancient Greece and Rome like Callus, Praxilla, Virgil etc. I also tend towards the more abstract or psychedelic poetry of James Douglas Morrison. As mentioned I am a fan of comedy poetry by people like Spike Milligan, Henry Normal and Pam Ayers always raise a laugh." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Pagan Paul: "My main interest is music and the consumption thereof. I listen to a lot of different music from different genres. I have always regretted never learning an instrument or music theory. I also read a lot, especially with regard to the ancient world. The old myths and legends and folklore are also a source of inspiration for my poetry." Carlo C. Gomez: “We would like to thank you Paul, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!” Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Paul better. We most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez We will post Spotlight #33 in November! ~

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Oct 1, 2025

Oct 1, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Pagan Paul

~ October 2025 HP Poet: Pagan Paul Country: UK Question 1: We warmly welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Paul. Please tell us about your background? Pagan Paul: "I am from Bristol, England. I have always been a Free Spirit and never really settled into the society into which I was born. I am neuro-diverse. I am generally quite a shy and private person. I also write a little comedy and love listening to old comedy radio shows. I like cheese (especially vintage Chedder)." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Pagan Paul: "I have been a member of HP since August 2016. I started writing poetry in around 2012, but not regularly. I think it was around 2015 I became more prolific and took it more seriously." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Pagan Paul: "My inspiration comes from many sources. Nature, mental health, relationships, experiences, articles, books and my interests. But also from the mess that is my mind." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Pagan Paul: "What does poetry mean to me? Escape and expression for my creativity. Its a chance to write down things in a way that makes more sense to my neuro-diverse mind as well as to explore and experiment with ideas, concepts and imagination." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Pagan Paul: "I do not really read much in the way of classical poetry (Byron, Keats etc) but do tend to read some from ancient Greece and Rome like Callus, Praxilla, Virgil etc. I also tend towards the more abstract or psychedelic poetry of James Douglas Morrison. As mentioned I am a fan of comedy poetry by people like Spike Milligan, Henry Normal and Pam Ayers always raise a laugh." Question 6: What other interests do you have? Pagan Paul: "My main interest is music and the consumption thereof. I listen to a lot of different music from different genres. I have always regretted never learning an instrument or music theory. I also read a lot, especially with regard to the ancient world. The old myths and legends and folklore are also a source of inspiration for my poetry." Carlo C. Gomez: “We would like to thank you Paul, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!” Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Paul better. We most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez We will post Spotlight #33 in November! ~

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A time from now, we'll put the French Riviera to shame with the spellbinding travesty of our ********** The stars that grazes the Monte Carlo sky must realize that they've never even really shined once they witness how my eyes will glisten with rapture as you taste me for the very first time. Oh, we'll hush the musicians of Vienna with the rhythm of our moans, the terrifying yet invigorating song of your gruff voice begging for more. As we succumb to each other's biddings, the world shall be left helpless with no other choice than to watch.

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Jun 26, 2016

Jun 26, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC

A time from now, we'll put the French Riviera to shame with the spellbinding travesty of our ********** The stars that grazes the Monte Carlo sky must realize that they've never even really shined once they witness how my eyes will glisten with rapture as you taste me for the very first time. Oh, we'll hush the musicians of Vienna with the rhythm of our moans, the terrifying yet invigorating song of your gruff voice begging for more. As we succumb to each other's biddings, the world shall be left helpless with no other choice than to watch.

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He gave me a ring With its facets glazed and cracked Insisting it was once his great-grandmother's She who In rot-edged vintage photos Wore a mink stole and flapper beads. _________________________________________ She pulls at seams Takes up and brings down hems, The stole pushed to the back Of a web festooned attic In a steamer trunk slapped with decals: Moscow Austria Monte Carlo Rio de Janeiro. On cold days she wears it again Dancing to old melodies on rough boards And when she hears the front door slam It's made to disappear in haste, Her engagement ring clacking Against the trunks flip locks. That night as she makes biscuits For her breadwinner she sees The crack, the chip Through a glaze of milked flour.

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Apr 18, 2013

Apr 18, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC

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He gave me a ring With its facets glazed and cracked Insisting it was once his great-grandmother's She who In rot-edged vintage photos Wore a mink stole and flapper beads. _________________________________________ She pulls at seams Takes up and brings down hems, The stole pushed to the back Of a web festooned attic In a steamer trunk slapped with decals: Moscow Austria Monte Carlo Rio de Janeiro. On cold days she wears it again Dancing to old melodies on rough boards And when she hears the front door slam It's made to disappear in haste, Her engagement ring clacking Against the trunks flip locks. That night as she makes biscuits For her breadwinner she sees The crack, the chip Through a glaze of milked flour.

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Fair is thy site, Sorrento, green thy shore, Black crags behind thee pierce the clear blue skies; The sea, whose borderers ruled the world of yore, As clear and bluer still before thee lies. Vesuvius smokes in sight, whose fount of fire, Outgushing, drowned the cities on his steeps; And murmuring Naples, spire o'ertopping spire, Sits on the slope beyond where Virgil sleeps. Here doth the earth, with flowers of every hue, Heap her green breast when April suns are bright, Flowers of the morning-red, or ocean-blue, Or like the mountain frost of silvery white. Currents of fragrance, from the orange tree, And sward of violets, breathing to and fro, Mingle, and wandering out upon the sea, Refresh the idle boatsman where they blow. Yet even here, as under harsher climes, Tears for the loved and early lost are shed; That soft air saddens with the funeral chimes, Those shining flowers are gathered for the dead. Here once a child, a smiling playful one, All the day long caressing and caressed, Died when its little tongue had just begun To lisp the names of those it loved the best. The father strove his struggling grief to quell, The mother wept as mothers use to weep, Two little sisters wearied them to tell When their dear Carlo would awake from sleep. Within an inner room his couch they spread, His funeral couch; with mingled grief and love, They laid a crown of roses on his head, And murmured, "Brighter is his crown above." They scattered round him, on the snowy sheet, Laburnum's strings of sunny-coloured gems, Sad hyacinths, and violets dim and sweet, And orange blossoms on their dark green stems. And now the hour is come, the priest is there; Torches are lit and bells are tolled; they go, With solemn rites of blessing and of prayer, To lay the little corpse in earth below. The door is opened; hark! that quick glad cry; Carlo has waked, has waked, and is at play; The little sisters laugh and leap, and try To climb the bed on which the infant lay. And there he sits alone, and gayly shakes In his full hands, the blossoms red and white, And smiles with winking eyes, like one who wakes From long deep slumbers at the morning light.

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The Child's Funeral

Fair is thy site, Sorrento, green thy shore, Black crags behind thee pierce the clear blue skies; The sea, whose borderers ruled the world of yore, As clear and bluer still before thee lies. Vesuvius smokes in sight, whose fount of fire, Outgushing, drowned the cities on his steeps; And murmuring Naples, spire o'ertopping spire, Sits on the slope beyond where Virgil sleeps. Here doth the earth, with flowers of every hue, Heap her green breast when April suns are bright, Flowers of the morning-red, or ocean-blue, Or like the mountain frost of silvery white. Currents of fragrance, from the orange tree, And sward of violets, breathing to and fro, Mingle, and wandering out upon the sea, Refresh the idle boatsman where they blow. Yet even here, as under harsher climes, Tears for the loved and early lost are shed; That soft air saddens with the funeral chimes, Those shining flowers are gathered for the dead. Here once a child, a smiling playful one, All the day long caressing and caressed, Died when its little tongue had just begun To lisp the names of those it loved the best. The father strove his struggling grief to quell, The mother wept as mothers use to weep, Two little sisters wearied them to tell When their dear Carlo would awake from sleep. Within an inner room his couch they spread, His funeral couch; with mingled grief and love, They laid a crown of roses on his head, And murmured, "Brighter is his crown above." They scattered round him, on the snowy sheet, Laburnum's strings of sunny-coloured gems, Sad hyacinths, and violets dim and sweet, And orange blossoms on their dark green stems. And now the hour is come, the priest is there; Torches are lit and bells are tolled; they go, With solemn rites of blessing and of prayer, To lay the little corpse in earth below. The door is opened; hark! that quick glad cry; Carlo has waked, has waked, and is at play; The little sisters laugh and leap, and try To climb the bed on which the infant lay. And there he sits alone, and gayly shakes In his full hands, the blossoms red and white, And smiles with winking eyes, like one who wakes From long deep slumbers at the morning light.

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On July the 4th in 1976, the bicentennial of our great nation. I awoke at 3am in Lakeside, Ohio to start a journey to Plant City, Florida. I was to pick up a leased car in Kent, Ohio and take it to Greenwich, Connecticut. Where I joined several others to make the trek to the Sunshine State. When I crossed the George Washington Bridge over the Hudson River in New York City, off to my right I saw the tall ships heading out to the harbor for the day's celebrations. The radio played every version of God Bless America in their archive. I sang every one of them. We traveled all day and into the night where we saw fireworks in at least 4 states. We reached our destination in Plant City very early in the morning on the 5th of July. But I Larry Dean Goodwin on July 4th, 1976 in a brand new American made Red Chevrolet Monti Carlo sedan traveled through Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, Washington D.C., North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida. God Bless America, God Bless Us All.

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Jul 5, 2013

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On July the 4th in 1976, the bicentennial of our great nation. I awoke at 3am in Lakeside, Ohio to start a journey to Plant City, Florida. I was to pick up a leased car in Kent, Ohio and take it to Greenwich, Connecticut. Where I joined several others to make the trek to the Sunshine State. When I crossed the George Washington Bridge over the Hudson River in New York City, off to my right I saw the tall ships heading out to the harbor for the day's celebrations. The radio played every version of God Bless America in their archive. I sang every one of them. We traveled all day and into the night where we saw fireworks in at least 4 states. We reached our destination in Plant City very early in the morning on the 5th of July. But I Larry Dean Goodwin on July 4th, 1976 in a brand new American made Red Chevrolet Monti Carlo sedan traveled through Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, Washington D.C., North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida. God Bless America, God Bless Us All.

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If I kiss the ring will I be a thing? I just want rules so I'm not a fool. I'll dance faster for the Master. Is it Eliot York? Timetabled dork? Do I need to find a place more kind? Uh Oh! The monsters back in town slow burn alcohol stove keeps its water boiling ready to blow this place to hell any minute now.

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Jul 10, 2021

Jul 10, 2021 at 10:05 PM UTC

If I kiss the ring will I be a thing? I just want rules so I'm not a fool. I'll dance faster for the Master. Is it Eliot York? Timetabled dork? Do I need to find a place more kind? Uh Oh! The monsters back in town slow burn alcohol stove keeps its water boiling ready to blow this place to hell any minute now.

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Your green eyes sent shivers down my spine That his exquisitely sculpted face And muscular body never did I bloomed at your touch. Black silk between your thighs looking at the exquisite timepiece at eye-level. You reached for my hand in the marble hallway. But you said you hated physical contact for me, you'd make an exception. Subconsciously, holding onto me. Bathe me in your money and glory naked on the balcony looking over the skyline of that great city. Ravish what little love I have left for men. But I know you'd keep me safe and warm. It was only natural what's between me and you. My fire and decadence intertwined with your calm and composure I forgot dreaming about the future When everyday is a Monte Carlo when I have you

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

Your green eyes sent shivers down my spine That his exquisitely sculpted face And muscular body never did I bloomed at your touch. Black silk between your thighs looking at the exquisite timepiece at eye-level. You reached for my hand in the marble hallway. But you said you hated physical contact for me, you'd make an exception. Subconsciously, holding onto me. Bathe me in your money and glory naked on the balcony looking over the skyline of that great city. Ravish what little love I have left for men. But I know you'd keep me safe and warm. It was only natural what's between me and you. My fire and decadence intertwined with your calm and composure I forgot dreaming about the future When everyday is a Monte Carlo when I have you

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~ March 2025 HP Poet: Mike Adam Age: 66 Country: UK Question 1: A warm welcome to the HP Spotlight, Mike. Please tell us about your background? Mike Adam: "Slum east London, dysfunctional violent childhood, playing on bombsites. School, dungeons and kidnappings, sad little boy. Love of dogs and plants and rocks. School: Beckett Shopenhauer, work, college, work university, 1st love lost, travel Asia beaches and mountains, monasteries, monks, Bhodidharma. Work, work, work, Lady J (published collection), retirement, happy at last." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Mike Adam: "Began writing 10 years old, HP about ten years." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Mike Adam: "Poems gestate and arrive unbidden, laid like turtle eggs, a little hole, sand flicked and forgotten." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Mike Adam: "From 1,000 posts perhaps start with the latest few. I call them "mercifully short," easy to read but, given time, you may unpack a great deal." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Mike Adam: *"Ryokan: Why ask who has Satori, who has not? What need have I for that dust, fame and gain Montale: Life that seemed vast Is briefer than your handkerchief"* Question 6: What other interests do you have? Mike Adam: *"Amidst the first suicidal mass extinction in history I am grateful to read new poetry and garner hope from young poets still expressing themselves in beautiful combinations of words so thank you all for that... Who am I? I don't know"* Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much Mike, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!” Mike Adam: "With gratitude, Mike." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Mike a little bit better. We certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez We will post Spotlight #26 in April! ~

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Mar 2, 2025

Mar 2, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC

HP Writers Spotlight: Mike Adam

~ March 2025 HP Poet: Mike Adam Age: 66 Country: UK Question 1: A warm welcome to the HP Spotlight, Mike. Please tell us about your background? Mike Adam: "Slum east London, dysfunctional violent childhood, playing on bombsites. School, dungeons and kidnappings, sad little boy. Love of dogs and plants and rocks. School: Beckett Shopenhauer, work, college, work university, 1st love lost, travel Asia beaches and mountains, monasteries, monks, Bhodidharma. Work, work, work, Lady J (published collection), retirement, happy at last." Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Mike Adam: "Began writing 10 years old, HP about ten years." Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). Mike Adam: "Poems gestate and arrive unbidden, laid like turtle eggs, a little hole, sand flicked and forgotten." Question 4: What does poetry mean to you? Mike Adam: "From 1,000 posts perhaps start with the latest few. I call them "mercifully short," easy to read but, given time, you may unpack a great deal." Question 5: Who are your favorite poets? Mike Adam: *"Ryokan: Why ask who has Satori, who has not? What need have I for that dust, fame and gain Montale: Life that seemed vast Is briefer than your handkerchief"* Question 6: What other interests do you have? Mike Adam: *"Amidst the first suicidal mass extinction in history I am grateful to read new poetry and garner hope from young poets still expressing themselves in beautiful combinations of words so thank you all for that... Who am I? I don't know"* Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much Mike, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!” Mike Adam: "With gratitude, Mike." Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Mike a little bit better. We certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez We will post Spotlight #26 in April! ~

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The kind of cars that I like, are those 87' monte carlos, subs big as aircraft carriers in the back. Gold spoke wheels, able to turn holes in the sky. Chameleon paint jobs, green and full in the sun, fading to black and glossy in the shadows. When I was a teenager, the kings used to ride by in the monte carlos with open windows letting loose a humbling roar so loud that it put ubiquitous vapors into the air. The neighborhood smelled like the thumping and the hard hum of their vibrating windshields. The kings always let the car slide slowly in neutral, and as they took stock of their domain, Their glossy gold fronts made you realize why gold was so important each tooth looked like a tablet of commandments. Our wife-beaters were stained with ketchup and other things that bleach could never get out, and we smelled funny. But the kings wore hawaiian shirts and smoked cigars. The kings were the preachers. One of the kings was Luke's brother, whenever he stopped at a corner we'd pile around putting our fingerprints everywhere until he told us to **** off, don't you have any home-training?" Luke would stand closest, squinting as he leaned on the driver-side window, all that bass hammering his bones. "How much did you pay for it?" Reggie would ask from the back, peeking his head over, trying to see the king. The king would smile, and say "enough." we'd all be rapt. He'd get a call on his cellphone, and we would come up with crazy numbers. Luke didn't even know how much was "enough". The kings held the secret of god and power. I wanted to be as close to god as they were, I wanted to know the secret to contentment. I wanted to come back home with money like the kings with gold teeth.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 12:42 PM UTC

The kind of cars that I like, are those 87' monte carlos, subs big as aircraft carriers in the back. Gold spoke wheels, able to turn holes in the sky. Chameleon paint jobs, green and full in the sun, fading to black and glossy in the shadows. When I was a teenager, the kings used to ride by in the monte carlos with open windows letting loose a humbling roar so loud that it put ubiquitous vapors into the air. The neighborhood smelled like the thumping and the hard hum of their vibrating windshields. The kings always let the car slide slowly in neutral, and as they took stock of their domain, Their glossy gold fronts made you realize why gold was so important each tooth looked like a tablet of commandments. Our wife-beaters were stained with ketchup and other things that bleach could never get out, and we smelled funny. But the kings wore hawaiian shirts and smoked cigars. The kings were the preachers. One of the kings was Luke's brother, whenever he stopped at a corner we'd pile around putting our fingerprints everywhere until he told us to **** off, don't you have any home-training?" Luke would stand closest, squinting as he leaned on the driver-side window, all that bass hammering his bones. "How much did you pay for it?" Reggie would ask from the back, peeking his head over, trying to see the king. The king would smile, and say "enough." we'd all be rapt. He'd get a call on his cellphone, and we would come up with crazy numbers. Luke didn't even know how much was "enough". The kings held the secret of god and power. I wanted to be as close to god as they were, I wanted to know the secret to contentment. I wanted to come back home with money like the kings with gold teeth.

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this accidental status, we are all very busy to be on the lookout for, the odds are not terrible compared to the lottery, a modest 1 in 300 million, but it’s an easy buy and bust, just a two dollar bill, two lousy singles, for a legal purchased fantasy that’s cheaper than a cup of coffee but finding love is miserable murderous murmuring mess, can be very expensive, and exhausting too, physically and mentally,you’re swimming in shallow waters tween razor rocky coral, begging for a slice of your double sized portion of anguish And yet, can’t be that hard, it is a mega billion busyness, with no cure or satisfactory vaccine, and the randomness can drive you mad, make panting to-pack it in, until your spidey sensnses tingling, a ketchup and bitter herbs mixture, and you’re sweating, and it’s 100% anticipation of the well known (!) unknown risks, this easy walkway~path in the woods, leads you on, with marvelous views, even babbling brooks, till you find you’ve climbed halfway way up a mountain and to make it to the top, it’s a rocky boulder strewn, ankle and heart twisting road that takes you to the grandest place and plan oh but, boy, where the view of the worldscape is only fantastico, but the only way back down involves throwing yourself into a quarry pit, full of dangerous chemicals, that burn scars into your inside parts, invisible wounds so untreatedbly unspeakably bad and incurable again and again, and you say stupid things like I can’t help myself, what’s a matter daddy, just want some sugar in my bowl, and when your neck gets broke, and it’ll take incredible processing to just get you to walk again, and yet the single odiferous scent, that amuse bouche on your lips, and you’ll do it all again for once monte carlo throw of the dice, because the odds ain’t that bad, everbody lives somebody and given the billions of opportunities walking in just this planet, even one in a million sounds pretty good, even, very…fair

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Nov 2, 2024

Nov 2, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC

Weekend Reading:1 in 10? 100? 1000?

this accidental status, we are all very busy to be on the lookout for, the odds are not terrible compared to the lottery, a modest 1 in 300 million, but it’s an easy buy and bust, just a two dollar bill, two lousy singles, for a legal purchased fantasy that’s cheaper than a cup of coffee but finding love is miserable murderous murmuring mess, can be very expensive, and exhausting too, physically and mentally,you’re swimming in shallow waters tween razor rocky coral, begging for a slice of your double sized portion of anguish And yet, can’t be that hard, it is a mega billion busyness, with no cure or satisfactory vaccine, and the randomness can drive you mad, make panting to-pack it in, until your spidey sensnses tingling, a ketchup and bitter herbs mixture, and you’re sweating, and it’s 100% anticipation of the well known (!) unknown risks, this easy walkway~path in the woods, leads you on, with marvelous views, even babbling brooks, till you find you’ve climbed halfway way up a mountain and to make it to the top, it’s a rocky boulder strewn, ankle and heart twisting road that takes you to the grandest place and plan oh but, boy, where the view of the worldscape is only fantastico, but the only way back down involves throwing yourself into a quarry pit, full of dangerous chemicals, that burn scars into your inside parts, invisible wounds so untreatedbly unspeakably bad and incurable again and again, and you say stupid things like I can’t help myself, what’s a matter daddy, just want some sugar in my bowl, and when your neck gets broke, and it’ll take incredible processing to just get you to walk again, and yet the single odiferous scent, that amuse bouche on your lips, and you’ll do it all again for once monte carlo throw of the dice, because the odds ain’t that bad, everbody lives somebody and given the billions of opportunities walking in just this planet, even one in a million sounds pretty good, even, very…fair

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It was a pleasure to see you again Bulldog jawed with that wide fat *** I wanted to tell you that I used to Fantasize about you Your dark flowers covering My chest As I feasted like a black bee Like a disgusting butterfly On you hair I feasted again at the party Last night There is something about you Some kind of dumb innocence Shining from unraped eyes That I wish I could return To my heart And we talked again and I really tried To pretend to care And I saw you frown at me when They said "Better take it easy on the Beers Ray..." **** I'm fine, this us only the 7th... Or 8th..." "Wait til he gets 2 more in him, ************* crazy!!!" "Really?" You asked You looked down at the empty green Glass and I looked as well I saw all the light in the room cram Itself into those bottles Then I scoughed And decided the party was getting Dull I had to hijack it Somebody said "Ray, tell the story about when you And your ex were at the hotel for your anniversary" "Well...shit. She said 'ooooh baby, your **** is so big!' and I said 'yeah, biggest you ever had baby?' And she said 'well...no....the biggest I ever had was like 12 inches.' And I was sore as hell about it So we started arguing and she started crying and I just sat there drinking a jug of Carlo Rossi all night." And everybody at the party laughed And you couldn't believe I would say Something like that Then you asked "Ray, what size shoe Are you?" "11" "False advertisement" you said. Then I started screaming "Hey! It's A DECENT SIZE, ILL PULL MY **** OUT RIGHT NOW, I DONT GIVE A **** And I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans And some laughed and the party hosts looked concerned And I saw a scared fascinated and Disgusted look in your eyes "LETS GO TO THE BATHROOM, ILL SHOW YOU, NOBODYS EVER COMPLAINED ABOUT IT" And I rambled on and on And cleared the whole room again Anyways, It was a pleasure to see you again.

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC

Like A Filthy Drunk Mexican Gatsby.

It was a pleasure to see you again Bulldog jawed with that wide fat *** I wanted to tell you that I used to Fantasize about you Your dark flowers covering My chest As I feasted like a black bee Like a disgusting butterfly On you hair I feasted again at the party Last night There is something about you Some kind of dumb innocence Shining from unraped eyes That I wish I could return To my heart And we talked again and I really tried To pretend to care And I saw you frown at me when They said "Better take it easy on the Beers Ray..." **** I'm fine, this us only the 7th... Or 8th..." "Wait til he gets 2 more in him, ************* crazy!!!" "Really?" You asked You looked down at the empty green Glass and I looked as well I saw all the light in the room cram Itself into those bottles Then I scoughed And decided the party was getting Dull I had to hijack it Somebody said "Ray, tell the story about when you And your ex were at the hotel for your anniversary" "Well...shit. She said 'ooooh baby, your **** is so big!' and I said 'yeah, biggest you ever had baby?' And she said 'well...no....the biggest I ever had was like 12 inches.' And I was sore as hell about it So we started arguing and she started crying and I just sat there drinking a jug of Carlo Rossi all night." And everybody at the party laughed And you couldn't believe I would say Something like that Then you asked "Ray, what size shoe Are you?" "11" "False advertisement" you said. Then I started screaming "Hey! It's A DECENT SIZE, ILL PULL MY **** OUT RIGHT NOW, I DONT GIVE A **** And I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans And some laughed and the party hosts looked concerned And I saw a scared fascinated and Disgusted look in your eyes "LETS GO TO THE BATHROOM, ILL SHOW YOU, NOBODYS EVER COMPLAINED ABOUT IT" And I rambled on and on And cleared the whole room again Anyways, It was a pleasure to see you again.

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186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with bark and start— And yet, it will not go— Would you untie it, were you me— Would it stop whining—if to Thee— I sent it—even now? It should not tease you— By your chair—or, on the mat— Or if it dare—to climb your dizzy knee— Or—sometimes at your side to run— When you were willing— Shall it come? Tell Carlo— He’ll tell me!

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What shall I do—it whimpers so

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with bark and start— And yet, it will not go— Would you untie it, were you me— Would it stop whining—if to Thee— I sent it—even now? It should not tease you— By your chair—or, on the mat— Or if it dare—to climb your dizzy knee— Or—sometimes at your side to run— When you were willing— Shall it come? Tell Carlo— He’ll tell me!

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