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May 16th

Verse #517

By Arik Fletcher
Fill his heart with darkness and his life will be in shade,
drown his soul in anger and his love will be afraid,
keep his eyes diverted and his fight will soon degrade,
break his mind with torment and his spark will quickly fade.
May 16th

Gitting Around.

By Jack Campbell

Gitting Around.

by Jack Campbell on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 3:12pm ·

Gitting up a new sensation.

Legs and back stiff, aching.

Cup of coffee, earthy smell.

Steam rising from cup.

 

Hav'ta move 'round a bit.

Been sitting too long.

Lips sore, don't like the heat.

Cautious sips, looking mountain.

 

Time to take in the wire

run on down the road.

Wished had time to stay

and hang out with the Indies.

 

Might learn something

about how it's all put together.

But, already trouble in the air.

Better move on if there's a care.

May 16th

short and sweet............

By Boss Lady Johnson
sitting, thinking, wondering what went wrong-laughing, crying listening to sad love songs-hurt, upset, discouraged not feeling uplifted at all-so many different things run through my mind when you don't call -does he love me does he care or is he even thinking about me-so to ease my pain I let my tears take me to sleep- is he going to call or should I call to check up on him- am I moving too fast or did he realize I wasn't the one for him- you see so many women move too fast when it comes to the opposite sex- you leave little to the imagination and so they already know with you what comes next-slow down, find you and make sure you are complete with the decisons you have made- I've seen so many women wake up alone and each day they look as if they are in a daze- words to the misguided and misunderstood- you catch a man by being patient rather than showing them all of your goods






Brittany "Boss Lady" Johnson
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May 16th

Banjo Run.

By Jack Campbell

Banjo Run.

by Jack Campbell on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 1:20pm ·


Sitting, thinking.

Song that's playing,

well, it's hard not to feel.

Trying to take it apart.

 

Why it is what it is.

What makes a song.

How to match words

and rhythms to harmony.

 

Understand, just want to understand.

that pull and obsession of music.

Why every song played today

brings out the memories.

May 16th

It's my time!

By Boss Lady Johnson
should I write this or should I just let it be-should I get this off of my chest or should I let my pen feel me-do I do this to them or do I let my notebook take this slaughter-do I second guess myself or let my 3 prong binder take this slaughter- hold back or attack-let loose or dead that- go hard or go home-let this be my time or give somebody else the throne- I want to let go but then again I'm nervous and can't take the pressure-but in the back of my mind I hear my family saying do it -don't hold back let your pen take away that pressure- ignite and strike back-give revenge to those who doubted me through my pen and backpack-it's my time and this time I'm not taking anything for granted-its my time and when I say it -that mean I'm going at it- a fool with word play and deadly with a pen or pencil no matter how the wind may sway- a beast with a 3 ring binder-taking souls slowly with poetry-taking over minds as I hypnotize the- I'm going to calm down now before I get my adrenaline to rushing-but I can't help it every time I see a simile-hyperboles and nouns-that's that good to me- so it's my time and when I make it to the top I will bow out gracefully!  




Brittany "Boss Lady" Johnson 
May 16th

Nap Time.

By Jack Campbell

Nap Time.

by Jack Campbell on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 1:04pm ·


Dozed off, reaction and the pills.

Slipped into dreams, sweet dreams.

Walking by the lake in the park.

Laughing, talking holding hands.

Girls running wild chasing geese.

 

Sitting under the tree watching ducks.

Kids playing in the grass rolling down knoll.

Laugh, giggle little elfin smiles

Sunday afternoon dreaming of tomorrow.

 

Sleeping reverie.

Awaken, wishing for Morpheus

to return to summer day

When watched our children at play.

May 16th

Back at Mickey D's.

By Jack Campbell

Back at Mickey D's.

by Jack Campbell on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 at 11:52am ·

 

Sometimes the plan don't work out.

Just wanted to git on down the road.

Thought to hitch a ride get on the slide.

Just didn't work out, King Kong showed up.

 

Heading out on foot going down Main.

Pickup screeches by, Lumberjacks.

Leroy and two of his buddies

crawl on out like hungry bears.

 

Bad shit, not cool.

Hung case strap on sign.

Step up and waited, for shit to go down.

They all talking smack, well someone's

gotta pay the price, to bad to git caught.

 

Old fashioned ass whipping ensued.

Got a couple nasty shots in,

just made 'em madder.

Kong's buddies spread

this son of man out

against the wall.

 

Leroy takes his shots

one and two.

Then the siren gets their attention.

Two cops out of the car.

They make small talk for a while.

 

Lumberjacks take off in their truck

just like that, gonna meet for beers

later on, they said.

Fuzz kind enough to haul busted up dude

to the clinic, They don't talk much 

on the ride over, git let out by the door.

 

Sit a while trying to keep bloody nose

from spilling everywhere.

Whole chest and gut feel like pounded meat.

Squished flat with a sledge hammer

and tenderized with a cleaver.

 

Felt it coming on, bile rising in the throat.

That kind of thing can't really swallow back down.

Once the smell hits the nose, everything goes.

Spewed over everything, least got their attention.

 

Doc sewed up the cuts under the eye.

Put some balm on the lips.

Said it'll bruise, but swelling go down 

take just a day or two.

 

Writes a script for pills to take away the pain.

Anti-biotics too, he knows the score.

Took a while to git everything sorted.

Doc seen this kind before, just doing his job.

 

Back at Mickey D's, Coffee, just to git warm.

running the wire watching clounds roll in and out.

Scattered rain coming down, see the streaks

under thunderheads as they roll across mountains.

 

Couple kids come in; wanting to buy ice cream.

They're short on the green.  Little one almost in tears.

'Member when daughter asked ice cream

and didn't have the cash to make her smile.

Got cash now, It don't cost nothing.

They smile.

May 16th

The Woman That You Are

By Peter Atta Brown

In the weakness of your ribs bone
Encouragement you whisper in a bold tone
To nurture lavender in your homes zone
Behind a man the woman that you are 

Coins tied to your cloths clot
All the days toil had brought
And the hunger in the child cry
In your heart you pamper try 

Funning to cook under the nim
As the suns day go dim
The homes troubles you redeem
And the woman that you can be 

When the mans fist do blow
In your tears the pains flow 
But your love you still do show
In a woman's women, you are a woman

(C)copyright2012
Peter Atta Brown
 

May 16th

a Pitied Caution

By Peter Atta Brown

Be content with the sake for which you know me,
donot risk your conscience over the trouble
of knowing more,for beyound this brow,
lies the fear of losing .

Accept this flag as a lost battle's caution
from one who is not proud of himself

Take this path I choose for you
and your heart  shall never be en-slaved 
with the painful misery of digging my 
warring heart

For I also hold like an erranding weary bow,
so many unanswered questions 
as you.

(C)copyright2012
Peter Atta Brown 

May 16th

Damsel In Distress

By Sonnet Diva

A damsel crying in despair

She’s trapped within a hidden keep

So all alone no one does care

There is no food and she can’t sleep


What white knight comes upon the stair?

En-armored with shield, sword and spear.

Seeking imperiled damsel in despair.

knocking upon the door of aged seer.


The seer says there is a lass

That’s in a keep near a morass

And in that place Evil does spill

She’s being held against her will


Seeking wisdom for to know

which path through deep dark forest to go.

Discover hidden haunted keep.

to rescue grieving damsel as she weeps.


The seer tells him be aware

Along the trail there’re many snares

He says that he should go straight East

That’s where he’ll find the Evil Beast


Which story should be told.

In words brief and bold.

When all is in despair

With what words mercy to care.


Now once the Evil Beast is slain

The damsel will be out of pain

Lock on the keep will come undone

And the damsel you will have won

Jack and Sonnet Diva Collab

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