the Rubbish Robber

People who are crazy enough to think they can change the World, are the ones who do.

Rob Siltanen

This is not a post about how I wow and dazzle the ladies with my charming ways.
It is not a post of my adventures as a naughty child.
Nor is it a post of how I became a poet in my city.

This is a post about the skill and finesse I had to deploy in order to rob the rubbish bin of its possessions.

It took me a little while to scope out the terrain, making sure there were no spying eyes on me.

That done, i proceeded to sneak up on my unsuspecting victim. I came in from the blindside, the bin never even saw me coming.

But it saw me going.
With a KFC plastic bag beneath my arm.

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An Early Bird

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

Dalai Lama

Once, in a small village there lived a man named Shaun.
That always awoke, early before the dawn.
So he could catch worms like an early bird.
Without anyone spying and thinking him absurd.
For eating worms before he began to yawn.

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stealing from a baby

Struggle is a part of life. Learning to struggle well is a reward in itself.

Zat Rana


Once upon a time. A youth in his prime
Lived in a city so divine. That he--
Grew to be bored and became bold--
Enough to rob a boy, not even a year old--
Of his toys. Yet failed in committing such an easy crime.

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On a mountain range

Being rich isn’t about money. Being rich is a state of mind.

Harvey Mackay
Image by Pettycon from Pixabay

high up on the top of a mountain range.
something happened that was very strange.
had you seen it, you might not want to speak.
of what transpired on the top of that peak.

on a day when the peaks were clad in snow.
and stars in the night sky had b'gun to glow.
two adventure seek'rs got trapped at the top.
for so long they began to lose all hope.

as the days went by, and no one came by.
the first seek'r, felt himself begin to die.
from the hunger, but mainly from the cold.
that seeped into bones, already old.

"when i die, don't think twice. Just eat my flesh"
coz i know, you'll need to maintain your strength."
said the old seek'r to the seek'r in his youth.
"i shall indeed eat your flesh, while its still fresh."

this, is what was said by the second seek'r.
that already felt himself grow weaker.
and so it goes, when the old man did die.
the young one lived, off the flesh of the old one.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

to Venus

Live according to your highest light and more light will be given.

Peace Pilgrim

At dawn, i sat staring at the morn'ng star
Blinded by her light even though she was far.
On my hide, i felt her coming closer
And closer as my skin began to scar.

By the cool pool, she sat across from me
And from her garb, did make herself be free.
And though i was blind, her i could still see
Clad in her naked finery and beauty.

What ought a blind man to do? Oh Venus!
When from his head, blood flows to his penis?
Me thinks, i shall have to cum and caress
The well-formed forms of thy succulent breasts!

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Idioms and Phrases

Once a little bird 
Told me that if ever
I have a bad hair day
My chin I should keep up.

Now i always have known
That practice makes perfect
Even though i never got the chance
As i was forever on cloud nine.

Until one day
When on my daily grind
Of chasing tail
An act of God
Shook the ground
On which i was found.

As a result
I stumbled and fell
And could no longer tell
Where to my chase had gone.

Standing in limbo
I did not know
Exactly where to go
And stood into tomorrow.

Till a Good Samaritan
In his shining armor rode by
And gave me a penny for my thoughts
Which i then used to buy some time.

Well it turns out
He was up against the clock
To get back to his place of work.

So i watched him walk away
When lightning struck in fury
And added insult to injury
By striking this good guy.

With my head down
I took a deep sigh
And looked towards the sky.
Alas. Practice day is nigh!




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I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.


Charlotte Bronte

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