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They, Have All The Answers
You know what they say .... They, they, the ominous, they Who are they, anyway?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Plea
"I've never personally criticized anyone else's music, but I know that the public's real problem is not the music I make but the perception that I play simple music for money only and for the notoriety and to increase my popularity." - Kenny G
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I'm Hanging On
we need a hero scanning the sky for a sign or a handy man
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Death's Kiss
Death is the shadow of winter— a soft, lingering ache, COLD and BLUE, melding with the hushed silence of white. * I wear DEATH,
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Canadian Tuxedo
Introduction The Canadian tuxedo, aka jeans and a denim jacket or shirt, has remained a fashion statement since it was first coined in 1951. After a long day hunting, American singer and actor Bing Crosby checked in at the Vancouver Hotel but was denied entry due to his double denim attire. Crosby’s outfit was perceived as too shabby for such grand surroundings. Luckily the bellhop promptly pointed out that this was no ordinary guest and Crosby was swiftly let in. Levi’s immediately grasped this delicious PR opportunity and created a custom denim tuxedo jacket for Crosby, complete with a red corsage, coupled with their signature 501 jeans. Sewn within the interior of the jacket lay a leather patch that read, ‘Notice to All Hotel Men’, stitching the course of fashion history forever.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
My Own Free Will My Choice
My Own Free Will My Choice You board the bus, your eyes wander, But let me stop you, no need to ponder. I am a woman, strong and free,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Fitness
Fitness instructor leading a class on zoom, from pastry bakery Senryu: a 3-line unrhymed Japanese poem structurally similar to haiku but treating human nature usually in an ironic or satiric vein
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
A Debut Troll: Becoming an Author!
This calls for celebration King's way. Much like a cartoon Weeeee! My first troll, You bafoon. Today, strolling... The woods, Not dragged, The light turned on, A fully whole moon. Homeless, chasing away Donkey? Donkey on Saturday and Sunday It's low degrees here and soon, another home stay. Moving to California, maybe My brother, my sister... Fire keeps it away. Now, my first troll! "...change." The devil has not a bloom, Only a stupid coin, but it still changes. Thank you... Anytime.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
They Say, "Look At Choo" (you)
gray is the sky, that's consuming the day oh, for an escape, somewhere, far away on a beach, in the sand, by the water somewhere
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Bouquet
Slender is the rose That sashays in its clothes Wonder is the lily Who’s existence thrills me A blossoming ranunculus
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
"BETTY BLUE THE OLD LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE"
This poem, lyrical song was written on a whim as I observed my black boots with spider web artwork just sitting in my closet. Then I remembered nursery rhymes from my childhood. I chose to create a story about an old lady who lived in a shoe house, who had too many shoes. Nursery rhymes had deeper meanings than was written in children's books. Do you think there is a hidden meaning in my creation?
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Ode for "What If..."
Prose, a style without lift. For a long time, I was stuck inside Of this professional Who lives. Who is life in cells Has to live... very well. Blocked from "what if." Which one hunts and Feels the need to change The fun, ours! They professed... I guess I'll do prose. Not!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets