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I thought I heard a siren's call

In a fine October gale

While roiling seas beat on our sides

And tattered every sail

A keening song upon the wind

A whisper in the breeze

So sad and yet so animal

I felt my heart would freeze

For it seemed she sang to me

Among the tempest's roar

And the ship insanely shaking

As I rolled aft and fore

She sang out oh so strangely 

and called me to her side

I struggled against her power

As I felt my eyes go wide

Her song o'er sound and fury

It drowned out storm and wave

But amid the salty flurry

I cried "Oh soul, be brave!"

My feet, they started moving

My face, grew deathly pale

Roughly along the railing

Towards her in the hail

When suddenly with a crash

I woke up with a stir

To see the mast a'cracking

And fall down straight on her!

There are weird things upon the sea

Strange still events in play

For I can't forget her sweet, faint song

That's left me wan and fey

Now you may not believe me

But I tell it to you true

May you have odd adventures

Should you sail upon the blue

Ashes, oh ashes

What were you before?

The flames came a-knocking

And burned down your door!

While dancing and singing

In raptured ascent

Your memories of life

Have all but been spent!

Ashes, oh ashes

And dusty dust

Were you a vehicle

Given to rust?

Perhaps once an instrument

Known well to sing?

Death gave you beauty

Where is it's sting?

Ashes, oh ashes

You've made such a mess!

You're on everything, everywhere

That you could access!

Had I known that you'd make

This place look like snow

I would not have made you

In this chateaux

Ashes, oh ashes

How you do inspire

Myself yet to build

Another fire

Though I hope that this time

You won't land on my face

Or leave your mark

ALL OVER THE PLACE!

I'm always talkin, to my damn-self, 

be-cause no one else, ever seems to listen to me. 

So I'm left talkin, to my damn-self, like I am crazy. 

I have good ideas, that no one ever hears, 

cause they're too busy,  always staring at a screen.  So I'm left talkin, to my damn-self, like I am crazy.

I'm often asking myself why, do I even try to get my voice, to be heard. 

Unless I shout and scream, no one hears me,

and when I do, they tell me, I'm mean.

Now I keep talkin, to my damn-self,

Cause there's no one else, who gives a damn about what I say,

 and ill keep talkin, to my damn-self, cause they drove me crazy.

I'm often asking myself why, do I even try, to get my voice, to be heard. 

Unless I Shout And Scream, No One hears me,

And when I Do, they tell me, I'm mean.

So I'm Left Talkin! To my damn-self! Cause there's no one left! who gives a fuck about what I say!

And I'll Keep Talkin, To My Damn-self, Cause I Am Cra-zy!!

Barbara Lynn

I have a little knight

He’s always in my sight

And whenever I feel sad

Or whenever I feel mad

My little knight will cheer me up

Then I will feel okay.

I use to laugh at ironic things
No punishment for the bad deeds
The Bible says that good 10 fold 
The universe returns to us in gold 
That fairytales and nursery rhymes 
Exist to scare and keep us in line
But on this day fate stepped in 
And karma it seems is a comedian 
A lesson weaved throughout every line
Carefully crafted as a warning sign
It was a day like any other 
As usual jumped in the shower 
Quickly washed and rinsed my hair
Noticed too late that it was NAIR!
Every luscious lock and strand
Fell out completely in my hand
What seems like a sick joke being played
Or demented parts a malicious prank
A plot unfolded my part the lead
The lines straight from a horror scene 
Like laws of nature or earths gravity 
The rules we bend to suit our need
Like a boomerang’s invisible path 
It seems to follow when it comes back 
Even the ocean and it’s changing tides
Needs the moon’s persuasive side
We are the keepers of what we seek
And what we sow we indeed will reap
The nightmare that we fear the most
Comes back to haunt us like a ghost
Like Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Just a good story in a children’s book
what if the earth gets bored of us
And decides that we are entertainment 
those characters we read as kids
Like Pinocchio or the 3 little pigs 
Sleeping beauty or the ogre Shrek 
You thought was funny as a sketch 
Brought to life would pose a threat 
Although to you this seems far fetched
The truth Ive written has not been stretched 
I hope you read this and know as fact
What you put out there will soon come back

Elvin and Leroy were baseball players
From the time they were six years old
And best friends since the early days
A million baseball stories to be told

Their entire lives had been consumed
By the game of baseball which they
Played together all through school
Then pro-Negro league as Blue Jays

Even in retirement baseball was key
Games at the ball park and on the t.v.
Indeed – it was a sad day when Elvin
Passed away from a cardio infraction

Poor Leroy was hurt and felt so alone
He had always had Elvin by his side
And now without – was totally thrown
Unable to handle that Elvin had died

Leroy missed Elvin so much that he
Kept talking to him – always his plea
“Please let me know how you’re doing
So I can quit all my silly brooding”

But nothing – no answer from Elvin
Until late one night – in the kitchen
Leroy was talking - asking his friend
For a message – some sign to be sent

Leroy was sitting at the table and
Heard Elvin so asked – “that you man”
Without hesitation the voice of Elvin
Clear as day – “It’s me – good friend”

Leroy was both shocked and ecstatic
He started talking and then did ask
About baseball in heaven – and Elvin
Said – “Leroy – it really is heaven”

“They got baseball everywhere and
You should see the fields and parks
Just like we used to dream and plan
And got beautiful lights after dark”

“That is wonderful news” – said Leroy
“Wonderful – is there any bad news”
Elvin began tentatively – “well old boy
There is some bad news I brought you”

“What bad news - Elvin ” – Leroy asked
“Tell me – whatever - be what it might “
So Leroy started slow then said it fast
“Elvin - you’re pitchin’ tomorrow night”

Mini-Beast of the East

By jfarrell

Solemnly we announce

That we have conclusive evidence

That the recent cold weather

Is a Russian attack!

We have known, for years,

Putin’s research into using

Satellites to manipulate the weather

And…..

We have evidence;

Here we present the video….

Putin, barechested and looking so manly,

Standing atop a mountain and blowing the clouds at us

Britain demands an explanation!

…or we’ll take away your gym membership!

We call on friends around the world (both of you)

To stand united with us.

The JellyBaby Uprising

By jfarrell

It started at the Merrow Street corner shop.

I was just walking past, when it exploded

And, out of the debris, emerged

A 20ft tall, multicoloured JellyBaby.

It outstretched its arms,

Leaned back his head

And gave a cry of fury

A chorus, as if a thousand voices, crying simultaneously;

“No more cruelty! No more eating us feet first!”

And with giant strides, several buses long,

Off it went, marching down the street,

Towards the Aylesbury Estate.

Choruses from miles around,

Hundreds? Thousands?

Arose and blew in on the breeze

“Feet first! No More!”

I saw 4 of them tear the Aylesbury Estate apart;

It didn’t take long;

I and some several dozen survivors

Are hiding in the Kiln, in Burgess Park.

Safe, for now.

Before the internet and the TV went silent…

It seemed to be worlwide…

The JellyBabies revolted.

They are in control.

May everyone feel the love in the air, the romance in your heart and the pleasure of spending the day with someone you love... (Or hope to...)

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Valentines Day on a budget

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Happy Valentine day ladies, you're all such a wonderful treat, 

Like a piece of candy...  Damn you sure are sweet.

Have Cupid Shoot an arrow,  in my heart real deep

So I'll have dreams of you,  at night when I sleep. 

Hearts and Rose's  and chocolate Candy too...

These are the things, I'd love, to give you.

But since today I'm broke..., all that I can say...

Is "Will you still be my Valentine?" on this Valentine's Day?"

©Paul (ChryWizard) Posney 2-14-2013