Sorry E.. but you've been tricked.. the endo of the line is over here.. where I'm at...

marsupial

Big Bad John or Paul Bunyon

banned for naming a beagle Parker... it should have been Barker...

Excuse me Miss.. but put away your dragon and hop on your broom... the end of the line has been won

milk chocolate

Lasagna or spaghetti and meatballs

Paul Robeson

Immense wealth or Immense love

How many times must I repeat
That all of you can take a seat
The EOL is over and done
The winner is chosen and I have won

Ban Sugarbaby for hoarding Spam.

personal

headset or earbuds

IMHO poetry is more difficult to write than a full story. In poetry, we must convey a thought in a mere line or stanza, whereas, in a story, we have the freedom to express ourselves in paragraphs or chapters. Given that, poetry is best enjoyed by all five senses. The smell of a rose plucked from a garden. The taste of rain on your tongue. The feel of flesh as it is caressed. The sound of a moan in ecstasy. The eyes are the gateway to all of our senses. Each word read to be felt and interpreted by the reader.

I hate what has happened to my America. Where a rancid political system works for the few and not for the many. Where a foul media keeps coloring the news instead of just reporting it. Where class distinctions are proudly touted to divide society even more. America has become a "me first" nation where honor and integrity are second to "what's in it for me." We use suffering as a battering...

Added 05 Oct 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 189 | 11 Comments

“What is this place?” he thought to himself. He carried only his beloved Gibson Les Paul guitar as he kept stumbling forward. His watch read 4:20 but he didn’t know if it was A.M. or P.M. A booming voice echoed through the cavern. “Step forward boy!” A figure rose from the ground. He watched as the figure stood 10 feet tall. It was grotesque in appearance with horns of a ram and a...

Added 22 Sep 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 24 | Avg Score 5 | Views 292 | 24 Comments

Symbiotic acceptance of surroundings Within a walkabout of my precursory life No longer hindered by foolish intention Yet buoyed by new relevance Witnessed not with eyes But with humility   Majestic trees of the forest Tall spirits they stand Whispering unknown melodies As the boughs transcend Leaves caressing my soul As my ink compose Like moaning cellos forgot Hearing...

Added 10 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 134 | 4 Comments

The speakers crackled as the booming female voice announced, “Sweet Love Train leaving in five minutes.” The doors clacked open As the conductor stepped outside.   “All Aboard!” he bellowed in his deepest baritone. I watched as the passengers lined up to board. I stood helplessly without a ticket, As each handed him their golden pass and boarded.   Young couples. Older couples....

Added 05 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 220 | 9 Comments

I used to read books once It had a beginning, a middle, and an end Now I just type a bunch of letters Then hit send.   I used to carry photos They made my wallet fat Now I just slide back and forth on my phone I guess that takes care of that.   I used to have lots of change And hunt for phone booths to call Now I just call wherever I’m at I don’t have to have change at all.   ...

Added 03 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 135 | 7 Comments

I’m a six-banger Hammer-fanner Rapid fire lover.   I’m fully loaded On the prowl Looking for action under covers.   Target defined Weapon drawn Gunsmoke and powder.   Bullseyes amassed Handle is notched Cries getting louder and louder.   As chambers turn And shells ejected My prey has been fully shot   What’s that you say? Oh, boy I say “Kind sir, is that all you got?”  ...

Added 27 Aug 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 97 | 4 Comments

Someone asked “What is Love?” As if the answer would make it real. Love isn’t words or phrases said. It’s just simply what you feel.   Lessons in love are painfully clear. There’s no books or homework given. You win, you lose, a prize is claimed. It’s what we call real life livin’.   Other words are just as important. Respect, trust, loyalty, and honor. Honesty and fairness come...

Added 25 Aug 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 126 | 6 Comments

More often than not I deserved what I got. For shadows are meant to protect.   I wandered at times And missed all the signs Too many boxes I neglected to check.   The light hurts my eyes The hero always dies A lesson I tend to forget.   It’s best in the shadows A life I have chose To suffer from all my regrets.   Once bitten you learn Even embers will burn Each wound will...

Added 14 Aug 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 151 | 6 Comments

I have walked the path of the ancient ones. Each step made me stronger. Wiser. Fearless. I don’t suffer the antics of fools. Nor do I tolerate the pretense of substance. Heavy is the granite of my principals. Cracked by forces meant to weaken me. Wedges are afforded to few family and friends. Flexible to blood and love. Yet firm in my resolve to stay the course. The ancient ones...

Added 18 Jun 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 209 | 6 Comments

I saw you. I saw all of you. Walking in the sunlight. Without cover. As if you were immune to harm. Believing that bad things only happen to others. All the while from the shadows danger lurks. Lying just behind the line between light and dark. Where I am. Waiting. The shadows are my home. The night is my friend. While others sleep impervious to thoughts of threat, I survive in...

Added 17 Jun 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 199 | 9 Comments

I wake I walk I dream I hurt I eat Alone. Friends talk. Watching my shuffle. Counting the days, Till my fog lifts. Heart bleeds anew. As I shuffle alone. I wake. I eat. Still alone.    ...

Added 22 Jan 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 230 | 8 Comments

Ferrying me a rainbow across the dawn And the warm ripples of your heart With your lips as the emissary As the lotus awakes with tea of dew With petals of love over the pekoe And September's floss of your eyes Making love in a tree house of a bonsai Ferrying me a rainbow across the dawn With the way of the Shinto The flux of our vessels Fusing seamlessly in rapture While...

Added 07 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 104 | 4 Comments