Read Poetry: Don’t Listen to Harry, by Wayne E. Johnson

Business was slow,
I had nothing to do.
I sat in my office,
Tying my shoe.

I sat there in silence,
And stared at the clock.
And wished it were Friday,
Or at least 12 o’clock.

Too early for lunch,
Too late for a break.
I tapped on my desk,
No decisions to make.

So all I could do,
Was to sit, sit, sit, sit!
Put my feet on the desk,
And not give a…crap.

Then something went bump!
My chair crashed to the floor.
I looked up and saw Harry,
Peeking in through the door.

“Let’s take early lunch,
Don’t lie there like that.
Let’s go to that men’s club,
The Cat in the Hat.”

“The beers are twelve dollars,”
I said with a frown.
“But the girls,” Harry said,
“Are the best ones in town.”

“They have one named Sally,
At The Cat in the Hat,
Who spins both her tassels,
One this way, one that.”

“She does quite a pole dance,
I’m happy to say,
Will leave your head numb,
For the rest of the day.”

“She’ll give you a lap dance,
For ten dollars more,
We’ll have lots of fun,
So get up off the floor.”

The boss was away,
So who was to know.
If we took early lunch
And went off to the show?

“Miss Fish,” Harry said,
“We are going to lunch.”
“Lunch?” said Miss Fish,
“Why it’s just time for brunch.”

“You should not be gone,
While the boss is away.
Clients may call,
While you’re gone half the day.”

“Don’t listen to Harry,”
Miss Fish said to me.
“He’ll get you in trouble,
You just wait and see.”

“Stay away from that men’s club
The Cat in the Hat.”
Harry said to Miss Fish,
“Don’t you fret about that.”

We walked to the strip mall,
Not far away,
“Here’s the Cat in the Hat!”
Harry said, “Let’s go play!”

The place was quite dark,
We sat at the bar,
I drank twelve-dollar beers,
Waiting there for the star.

The lights all came up,
The music did, too.
And here was blond Sally,
G-string one, tassels two.

I glanced over at Harry,
Then up at the star,
She went into her act,
And we drooled on the bar.

We should not be here,
While the boss is away,
But heck with the job,
For the rest of the day.

Sally cranked up
Tassel two, tassel one,
And got them both spinning,
We were in for some fun.

The club was half empty,
Still early today,
But those patrons went crazy,
Tassels spinning that way.

Sally then stopped,
Tassel one, tassel two,
She climbed on her pole,
We had quite a view.

She slipped ‘round the pole,
Pushing in, pushing out.
She looked right down at us,
Red lips in a pout.

The crowd began shouting,
And stomped on the floor.
They cried, “Come on, Sally,
More, more, more, more.”

She spun even faster,
Than ever before,
I guzzled my beer,
And then ordered one more.

Sally twisted and twirled,
Jumped down on the bar,
The crowd was now frantic,
For the blond dancing star.

Harry was wild,
He climbed up on the bar,
Gyrating with Sally,
The pole-dancing star.

Since I was now sweating,
I chugged down my beer.
And ordered another,
A man with no fear.

I should have been worried,
For we were now late,
My money was gone,
But I felt just great.

I drank the last beer,
My head doing spins,
Faster than Sally,
And her tassel twins.

Harry jumped down,
And onto his seat,
Sally was done,
She had made her retreat.

The crowd was still wild,
Clapping, shouting for more,
But I said to Harry,
“Let’s head for the door.”

“Why?” Harry asked.
“Sally soon will be here.
You’ll miss out on a lap dance.
Just have one more beer.”

“I’m all out of money,
I’ve had too much beer,
So I can’t buy a lap dance
Do I make myself clear?”

Harry just sat,
As I walked toward the door,
Past men shouting, “Sally!
More, more, more, more!”

I stumbled back
To the office that day.
Miss Fish shook her head,
As I wobbled her way.

“You turned a deaf ear,
When I warned you to stay.
The boss wants to see you.”
She pointed the way.

I straightened my tie,
And tried to stand tall.
But my legs felt like mush,
As I walked down the hall.

The boss saw me coming,
He stood in his door.
Then folded his arms,
As I tripped ‘cross the floor.

The boss asked, “Where were you?”
I had nothing to lose,
So I said, “Oh, a late lunch.”
And barfed on his shoes.

The point of this tale,
Miss Fish told me that,
Is: Don’t go with Harry,
To the Cat in the Hat.

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Read Poem: HORSE BREAKER, by Scout Tafoya

Hungover at the polling place
What have I done to deserve this
Need a cigarette and nothing coming
You don’t smoke, she said the last time they met
Not sure what her point was
You need things, everyone needs
things
“People learn by getting bit”
Til then
Why not me? And why me?
Parking lot choked and sputtering, can’t even go home
A lot of time on his hands now to wait
to pretend I know where that is

By Scout Tafoya

Read Poem: Wolves In Sheepdogs Clothing, by J. Alan Hostetter

Yes, little lambs,
Now go to sleep.
Ignore the woke folk.
Be like sheep.

Best forget,
Lest be ashamed.
The past has passed.
Don’t be blamed.

What the truth is,
You don’t know.
Bury your worry.
Go with the flow.

Dream a sweet dream.
Tomorrow looks bright.
Things are what they seem
So have a nice night.

Yes, little lambs,
Fall in deep.
You won’t feel a thing.
Now not a peep.

We’ll keep you safe
In case you stray.
No harm will come
Until the new day.

We’ll slit your throats
To silence your bleat.
We’ll sell your wool.
We’ll eat your meat.

Ignorance is bliss
And wolves are wise.
A Judas kiss.
Now close your eyes.

Read Poem: About My Brother, by Holly R Jebb

You might know how it is, things
you don’t want to remember –
razor strap marks on virgin child-skin
a stranger’s touch in a shadowed room –
My little brother and I never spoke
of those painful ancient moments

Then one glorious June afternoon
I got the phone call no one wants.
My brother had laid his body down
on a hard bed of bare gravel
perhaps to stare up one last time
at a hot blue Vegas sky

I drove my car white-knuckled on
the blistered desert dry highway
scarcely noticed the blood red sunset
fading into a blackness carved only
by my headlights, while within me.
sat the wild animal Grief…waiting.

As the midnight of my life arrived
I entered my ruined brother’s house
That groaning creature in my chest
was set free screaming ranting moaning
I crushed his shirt smell to my wet face
scoured his rooms for answers ’til dawn.

My big strong brother is gone. Nothing…
no one can bring him back.
My sensitive loving brother, the only one
in the world who shared the dirtiest
darkest of days and nights when
we had only each other to cling to

Guilt and grief will ever whisper,
“You really should have known”
Even so – I hope you understand why
I could not venture into that barren yard
to see blood spilled where my brother
pulled the trigger shattering his glasses.

Read Poem: Life’s A Blast (The Old Way), by Mario Luis Telles

Right. The times change.
But do we have to?
I don’t
And neither do you
Thank who ever, we’re free
Free to laugh love and be happy
Hey, what’cha doin over there?
Life’s a blast, the old way.
You?
Same thing, smilin’ too
Oh that’s good, take care
You too
WHEN LIFE’S A BLAST THE OLD WAY

Read Poem: Michou, by Katrin Butt

Just one look from you and the black shield in front of my heart shatters,
frees the old gem sparkling in all colors,
brings to light
the lost believed, already almost forgotten
known beautiful now new and captivating,
Please touch me
with your hand!
Let the crust of lost hours burst.
That it falls off, behind it the bright sapphire, the new found.
That is also in you
the bright pink sapphire.
In the middle the dark blue amethyst
that is what I am and is what you are.
For a long time I have
laughing danced with you the dance in my dream.
On the dusty dirty streets of the metropolises,
wild and happy nestled close together,
gold glittering in the space created by the rosebushes.
suspecting that the wind
will carry you to me one day.
Into my reality,
into my world.
You are like a Christmas celebration with candlelight, the table set, on it candlesticks decorated with mountain crystals.
A beautiful firework in all colors, when in the night the old year becomes the new one.
A volcano erupting and lava spraying on my skin, I do not feel the heat long,
Turned to sugar, licorice it is then.
You are like an earthquake in Paris
when the asphalt of the streets shatters, shatters
but the old material, seems only briefly destroyed,
turns into diamond building material to create beautiful new cities, worlds glittering in the sunlight.
That’s how you are to me,
all at the same time
and I love you.
May I touch you too?
May I kiss you? With my kisses free you from what is too much, too bright?
That it disintegrates,
that part of the blue amethyst..,
that is part of you and of me
That you don’t know yet.
If you want
I’ll show it to you.
Just a smile from you
and my sun in me shines to your sun in you.
With my smile to you, I give you back the received happiness.
The room is warmed by sunshine we will be happy.

Read Poem: SOMEONE MISSES YOU, by Perry Terrell

There Are many distinguishing qualities
That make you one-of-a-kind
Others strengthen and gracefully grow
From the support you provide

Your playful and fun-loving spirit
Is something to love and adore
But since you’ve been gone
There’s not much to share anymore

Your smiles are warm and friendly
Which touches on some of your ways
The memories you left are the pleasures
That get me through the days

Oh how you stay on my mind
As constant as water in the sea
You’re so valuable to be around
Missing you is now a part of me

Read Poem: ONE, by Anton Neschadim

It only takes one turn to make a ripple in your journey,
It only takes one ripple to change your life irreversibly,
It only takes one change to change the lives of all around you forever.

It only takes one letter to change a sentence,
It only takes one sentence to change your life forever,
It only takes one change to change the lives of all around you irreversibly.

It only takes one letter to change your DNA code,
It only takes one change in your DNA to change your life irreversibly,
It only takes one change to change the lives of all around you forever.

It only takes one change to change everything,
It also only takes one change to change everything irreversibly, but not every change,
It also only takes one choice to change everything back – but is it really back, when it is all irreversible?

I only made one turn, amongst so many turns, to make a ripple in our journey forever.
We are now torn between the life that could have been and the present path;
You make one change for every change to change it all again, and on goes life.

Read Poem: as or like / like or as, by Brian W. SpellmanRead Poem: as or like / like or as, by

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or
like
or as
or like
a simile
or metaphor
for run on rhyme
while onomatopoeia
doesn’t sound as it means
yet hyperbola looks like math
while hyperbole thinks as poetry
as
or
like
meter
repeats
so syntax
finds texture
for line lengths
to let poem breathe
as writer shapes stanzas
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page look marry content, like or as

Read Poem: SELF, by Paola Botero

Gently passing by as the light,
Range in nature with emotion.
Conquer the world before revolve.
Amuse yourself to persist and
Survive to the immaculate
Heart of yours.

Proclaim, Glorify, Provoke
When romance is born –
You are magnificent.

Planets justify
on your behalf.
Nothing is superficial
It’s called perfectionism
A sin from earth.

Triumph, Forgive, Evolve
Celebrate your life.
Awake; before someone
comes, accusing you
For what it’s right
Or wrong – It can eat you.

Believe, Have Faith, Trust
It’s power in itself.