031210 A Set And A Round

i meet this guy today
for so many years
we used to fish the bay
we drape the sea with nets
caught from flounder to snake
night time when all were asleep

he is visiting from florida
to take care his grands in area
i was surprise he hadn't age bit
i was told fishing is the secret
oh! would i have to buy gill net
to trap those fish as they fled

what will i do with fish, give away
yes, just what we do previously
i have done my fishing journeys
i shifted to playing golf and tennis
few dollars i could buy few pounds
and i could play a set and a round

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Back to You

We met one year on a summer cruise
At the time I thought I'd nothing to lose
I thought that it'd be fun
But that was when it just begun

Now I'm sitting in Tennessee
Thinking all the places that I'd rather be
Connecticut Hawaii
Florida New Jersey
But most of all
California

Oh why did this have to end my friend
Why did you have to go
Now I'm screaming crying all the time
Because I miss you so
I think about you every night
What went wrong and what went right
Every song I hear reminds me of you
And those three words you said to me

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poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Veterinary Camps

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poem by Caasder Fronds
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Danny's Option

Her flowered dress and fresh smile
Belied drugged, pained nights
Under the Jamaica Avenue El

We sat at a sidewalk café
On a sunny Florida morning.
'How lucky I am
to be married to Danny, '
she said.

He left her shortly afterward.
Anne left town without saying goodbye.

Danny's business thrived
And he began therapy.
Then things slowed down.
He dated
But didn't click with anyone.
He never married again.

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poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
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The Last Beach

The last beach
the Colonel took
was concrete
and led
from his Caddy
to the Crystal Fountain Dining Lounge.
He bravely advanced
halfway
to his objective
under withering fire
from the
grenade-sized tumor
in his brain,
then collapsed.

Across the road
The Shellpoint Village Nursing Pavillion,
complete with hospice for the dying,
patiently awaited his arrival,
as manatees

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poem by Percy Dovetonsils
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The Poppy Isn't Always A Flower...

Poppies, red and pretty be...

Intensely fantasial,
as they be malignant
like Autumns leaves
in the grip of Winter.
Self-inflicted disease,
despite outward signs,
the abstract dreams,
the tolling of bells
in the silence of night,
that deafen sprite ears,
stun equilibrium,
fork the numb tongue,
hurniating the pores
of your apothecaried Brain.
And the syringes you stole
out the bowels of the clinic,
during a 'trip' thru' your slanted Mind.
................Did you really not know you were dying?

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poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Curious George

Meeting George for the very first time,
at the play entitled "Zombies Come To Life".
He was sitting in the aisle,
I told him to sit by me and then I smiled.
George believed in me and my art,
he told my parents from the start.
He knew I was talented and smart.
He was like a Dad I never had,
"George helped me which I'm glad."
I am appreciative more then you know,
he got me to Florida and a trip to Mexico.
Now George told me some time ago,
"Finish your book series
and then you will make
your rainbow of gold."

Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 5,2012

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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University Of Central Florida Volleyball

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poem by Caasder Fronds
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My Air Castle

I drift away to my air castle
and fill the harrowing void
that afflicts me internally.

My senses tingle
with each passing thought
of her Florida stature.
Ah, what I wouldn’t give
to be the lotion
on her soccer thighs
or the makeup
on her velvet face.

I dream of her hand,
her hand of acceptance,
in my hand of uncertainty;
Bonding us as one.

I want to celebrate
in her rare beauty

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poem by Michael Fischer
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Bee Gees

Bee Gees
The Bee Gees I did see,
in Florida on New Years Eve.
It was the December 1999
it was great to see Bee Gee's live.
Barry, Robin and Maurice,
sing together in harmony.
Dressed sharp and just right,
playing hits till past 12 o'clock midnight.
Bee Gees looked fantastic and in good form,
it was the millennium and they took it by storm.
Now Maurice had passed on,
all fans are sad that he is gone.
Bee Gees band will soon reform,
for the Bee Gees set the disco music norm.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 10,2011
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Ruby The Smart Maltese

Ruby is a Maltese with fur as white as snow,
she walks with Mrs. Cohen and doesn’t mind if it’s cold.
For Ruby has a gorgeous thick hair,
she is very quiet but doesn’t bark in the air.
Mrs. Cohen walks with Ruby wearing black her favorite color,
she once told me Ruby is her child and she is her mother.
Now Mr. Cohen said that Ruby is very smart,
and his words comes from his heart.
The Cohen’s love to walk Ruby when it’s warm,
they are visiting Florida to get away from the cold north.
Ruby will meet a lot of new dog friends down here,
they are enjoying the weather this time of year.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Martyrs!

martyrs...
silently trudging head down
to the promised land.
familiar?
a neighbor, a forgotten uncle,
the stranger you saw on the corner;
the faces...
bombing victims in the Middle East,
hungry children on foreign soils,
the kid picked up for looking suspicious.
the bullied kid that hung himself,
the family living in the backseat
of a car in Florida.
the tired eyed man standing
in the unemployment line.
the protesters, and the cops
with pepper spray and clubs...
the face of the young boy taken
from his drug addict parents...
bodies and faces,

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poem by Eric Cockrell
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In The Mowed Field

Succession of alphabet: tongue of amphibian
Over a lover’s nipple:
Circus tent of areola sprigged by pubis
In the moonlight coming over
The house too close to the highway:
The rattlesnake flattened across
The road,
Halfway made it underneath the Florida
Holy where the kids have made it
Safely run away:
Across the street from housewives who are now
Lovers—
Adultery in midway daydreams before
The naked bodies of goldfish
Not even worth a dollar:
The television silent besides the Christmas tree:
The lizards in the yard basking like
A statuary of primordial deities:
The cats too sleepy in the mowed field to care.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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B(l) o: dy language

The flip of the nape:
flips of hair heads
touching invisible foreheads.
Feet opening to
each
other:
Breeze
Alcohol breeze-
Knees: hers flipping the
dripping of American accent mouth:
What is Florida like at past midnight-
in England
the people merge on the streets
forgetting
yellow: black spotted lizards.
Sometimes you feel
kind of
tired
knees: his flat on the floor
recall Fulbourn in

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poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Dr. Donohue

If you can't believe Dr. Donohue
in his syndicated column
when he addresses matters medical,
then 'whom, ' as my mother
would have said, 'can you believe? '

Fair enough, I thought.
And so when recently the doctor told
a reader not to worry
even though her 'stools float, '
I took comfort.

Apparently, she had read
that floating stools are symptomatic
of a strange condition often dangerous.
I hope Dr. Donohue is right
because if not, I've got a problem.

Not all my stools float, but the lunkers do.
And what if on a given day a lunker leaps

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poem by Donal Mahoney
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Ruby The Smart Maltese

Ruby is a Maltese with fur as white as snow,
she walks with Mrs. Cohen and doesn't mind if it's cold.
For Ruby has a gorgeous thick hair,
she is very quiet but doesn't bark in the air.
Mrs. Cohen walks with Ruby wearing black her favorite color,
she once told me Ruby is her child and she is her mother.
Now Mr. Cohen said that Ruby is very smart,
and his words comes from his heart.
The Cohen's love to walk Ruby when it's warm,
they are visiting Florida to get away from the cold north.
Ruby will meet a lot of new dog friends down here,
they are enjoying the weather this time of year.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on January 15,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Two Figures in Dense Violet Light

I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel
As to get no more from the moonlight
Than your moist hand.

Be the voice of the night and Florida in my ear.
Use dasky words and dusky images.
Darken your speech.

Speak, even, as if I did not hear you speaking,
But spoke for you perfectly in my thoughts,
Conceiving words,

As the night conceives the sea-sound in silence,
And out of the droning sibilants makes
A serenade.

Say, puerile, that the buzzards crouch on the ridge-pole
and sleep with one eye watching the stars fall
Beyond Key West.

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poem by Wallace Stevens
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The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold

From an ode 'In Commemoration of the Founding of the
Massachusetts Bay Colony.'

The morn that breaks its heart of gold
Above the purple hills;
The eve, that spills
Its nautilus splendor where the sea is rolled;
The night, that leads the vast procession in
Of stars and dreams,-
The beauty that shall never die or pass:-
The winds, that spin
Of rain the misty mantles of the grass,
And thunder raiment of the mountain-streams;
The sunbeams, penciling with gold the dusk
Green cowls of ancient woods;
The shadows, thridding, veiled with musk,
The moon-pathed solitudes,
Call to my Fancy, saying, 'Follow! follow!'
Till, following, I see,-
Fair as a cascade in a rainbowed hollow,-

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poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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A Florida Ghost.

Down mildest shores of milk-white sand,
By cape and fair Floridian bay,
Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on land --
And the great Gulf at play,

Past far-off palms that filmed to nought,
Or in and out the cunning keys
That laced the land like fragile patterns wrought
To edge old broideries,

The sail sighed on all day for joy,
The prow each pouting wave did leave
All smile and song, with sheen and ripple coy,
Till the dusk diver Eve

Brought up from out the brimming East
The oval moon, a perfect pearl.
In that large lustre all our haste surceased,
The sail seemed fain to furl,

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poem by Sidney Lanier
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George, Lou, Morrie and Sam - Sonnet

The four sages sit determined not be asked
To do anything but talk and talk and think
About long forgotten girlfriends and drink
Tea in paper cups or decaf coffee slowly sipped
Sweeten with saccharin, memories of girls in bombed
Out London and liberated Paris. Then they were fighting Yids
Afterwards found wives and built homes and raised kids
In peaceful suburbs, mowed lawns and dreamed
Of retiring to Florida and dying healthy, alseep in bed
No long before breakfast, playing golf or fishing
Grandchildren, palm trees, sun tans, no work, all play
But now alone, up north, with wives and siblings dead
And shattered hips and broken hearts and pishing
Through tubes, they tick off the seconds of each day.

poem by Lewis Eron
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