Modern Poetry for Modern Times

HarsH ReaLiTy

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Dirty Words

If I were a toothbrush,
I’d know my way
around your tongue.
I’d have knowledge
of how to avoid its deceit
and all your trash-
talking ways. I’d know
the ups and downs
of your teeth, how
their vulgar bite
involves your own
misdeeds. I’d seethe
and find reasons
for your obscenities with girls.
I’d remember how
to get my bristles up.
I wouldn’t hide in the drawer
or idle around the sink.
If I were a toothbrush, I’d leap
off the counter and clean
your bleeping teeth.

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USE THE ABOVE LINK FOR A FREE DOWNLOAD OF MY BOOK UNTIL MIDNIGHT PST DECEMBER 1. I would greatly appreciate reviews posted to Amazon. When you go to Amazon Books just type my name into the search and my books will come up so a review can be shared. Thanks.

How the Snake Got Its Tail

I am tired of hearing how useful and healthy Marijuana is. Inhaling smoke into your lungs is about as healthy and intelligent as using anti-depressants to depress people’s emotions. Drugs are not an answer, they are a cover-up.

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Marijuana is no joke! It is not healthy! It has little validity to being a medicine. It is a mood altering drug. It is a money motivated venture that has no place in the daily lives of vulnerable children. If you are a parent concerned about the safety of your child, the modern fable, “How the Snake Got Its Tail” is a fabulous tool for your use.

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Author Richard Rensberry is a fifteen year veteran in the field of drug education for kids.
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Christmas- a Mind & Heart matter

Tis the Season now and always.

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Yes, when one lives out of one’s heart and has the right mind-set, one is happier in life.  It IS Christmas Christmas Everyday!!  Learn to live life with more fun and enthusiasm.

Check out the new print cover for Christmas Christmas Everyday and order the book for your little ones like I did.  Children love the simplicity of the illustrations and the rhythmical lines of poetry.

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The Drowned and the Drowning

WHERE WRITERS DWELL. MEMORY OR IMAGINATION, CAN THEY OR OTHERS FOR CERTAIN TELL?

Richard M. Ankers

She stood in a puddle in the centre of the bridge, her umbrella blown inside out. Perhaps the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, she was also the most bedraggled. Other people stomped on by spraying water in all directions, some workers, some spenders, some lovers, some freaks and not one offered her help.
The girl, forlorn to the point of devastated, brushed aside auburn locks that swept straight back into her alabaster face and wept. Like a naiad, she looked to haunt the puddle she stood in unable to move away, unwilling to leave, too sad to even raise her head. Somehow, it seemed more than a bad day, worse than the weather, an accumulation of that thing we call life and she just couldn’t take anymore.
I had to do something. Pivotal moments are few and far between in life, always important, and I feared if she went…

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Mother

VERY WELL WRITTEN!

Adrenaline Aneurysms

Mother,

Stepped afoot a plane for the first time,

Lost count of the number of miles it took

To reach the land that seemed so much nearer on the map.

Had a daughter whose birth rooted a lineage in foreign soil.

Mother,

Packed an entire culture into her suitcase,

Lugged it across the ocean,

Only to have it opened by a daughter who lost her way

In a myriad of alien traditions and customs

That tangled like Christmas lights.

Wondered how she would teach her daughter

Tens of thousands of characters,

When her school teachers had told her everything could be expressed

With twenty six letters.

Gifted her daughter an intricate name worth an essay, and watched it be abandoned

For one that was lighter on the Western tongue.

Mother,

Mined iron to construct her daughter’s bones,

Her own arms only strong after having to lift up an entire family.

Taught…

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Nannie’s Roses

EXCEPTIONAL PERSON AND WRITER!

Storyshucker

Nannie would do it here, I think.

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And probably right here.

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This one could use it too.

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With new clippers in hand I trimmed spent flower stems from sad looking rose bushes in the backyard. These were nothing like the ones my grandmother used to grow. When I was a child Nannie had dozens of healthy rose bushes vibrantly blooming in the yard around her farmhouse. I don’t think she had purchased a single one of them.

Some may have been given to her by friends, but most she had rooted herself. Usually people admire the gift of a flower arrangement for days until the flowers fade and are thrown away. Not Nannie. Almost upon arrival, flower arrangements of any kind and especially those containing roses were dismantled, clipped, stripped, dipped in rooting powder and plugged into her rooting bed. Some months later and voila! One more…

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