f-23

by bofa xesjum

f-23 was a lonely soul who in society played no role but was subject to ho ho ho by those who were always on the go but was f-23 really lonely? it would seem thy only f-23 and companion - 2 knew what was true f-23 stood in the line to which the group which was assigned 43rd place took up space looking neither left nor right suddenly a great light flashed on the screen it was neither red not green or blue or yellow or smooth or mellow or a blast from the distant or recent past down by the old mill stream they sold hot dogs and ice cream to the high rollers and chumps who were there to ride the bumps as the masters looked on but maybe they are gone to their reward in a cloud with a flashing sword

ready

by bofa xesjum

ready set go jerry hated joe for no particular reason because strawberries were not in season the sun began to shine after a glass of wine the bear broke into the tower after a spring shower the warden closed his book and decided to take a look around the grounds but did not like what he found he summoned a committee from the country and the city but no one got out of bed because the inmates had all fled jerry still hates joe it was all a long time ago strawberries are out of style after going the extra mile do not come any closer with your mimosa say what you have to say and be on your way

come back

by bofa xesjum

come back in a million years everything will be the same the world will be ruled by idiots who know nothing 99 percent of the human race will just want to live their lives with what is rightfully theirs 1 percent of the human race will own 200 percent of the wealth the other 1 percent will start a new religion every year your mom will be the nicest person who ever lived dad will sit in his favorite chair staring into space until it is time for the game men will stare at women women will laugh at men dogs will bark cats will sleep ants will crawl birds will fly butterflies will flit the world will be coming to an end

cleopatra

by rhoda penmarq

i wrote this poem i wrote it today i am a person and i go my way roses are red i do not know what they are maybe they are mountains maybe they are stars violets are blue that is my favorite color my fangs have grown sharp but my brain is duller my crown is gold i wear it in style the sky is black as i sail down the nile

poem

by rhoda penmarq

down by the river down by the stream a-2 and b-3 shared a curious dream the white star was a mountain the green star was a toad the detective hummed a purple tune as he drove down the road a dictionary filled with words on the floor beside the bed whispered to the human and filled up its head today is the first day and also the last i had an important message but its time has passed

the lost

by horace p sternwall

albert brown was the loneliest man in town betty cox looked good in an evening gown chuck davis was ready but rough daisy edwards had the right stuff ed frank shook hands with a firm grip fran green went on cruise ships george harris was the mayor’s son helen irby always carried a gun ike jones as always in jail his mom, jenny kelly, sometimes paid his bail ken lane was a lawyer for hire lucy millwood was a ball of fire mike nelson kept the accounts nellie orvis had lot of bounce oscar purvis owned a bank or two peggy quigley always wore blue quentin rowley kept to himself ruby simmons kept knicknacks on a shelf sid tucker was a bit of a bore trudy underwood always knew the score these people do not sound like much fun don’t worry, we are almost done uncle bud is coming around the bend with money in his pocket for vanessa to spend willie williams has a dollar in his jeans except for that, he has no visible means young zeke adams stands on the corner he may be a loser, but he ain’t no foreigner that is enough of that put on your hat put on yout coat and leave alfred a note

haiku 3

by horace p sternwall

bird that can not fly just sitting on the green lawn for whatever why