chickenburger

Q. If a drummer and a bass guitarist caught a cab, which one would be the musician? A. The cab driver. Picture from pixabay

Congratulations to @davidrhodes124 who's poem I have chosen to be the winner of last weeks competition. $0.44 prize money will be on its way to your wallet. Thanks to the two people that entered. How Wonderful

Poetry contest, Winner takes all, Simply write a poem, that’s the only rule, Can be about anything you wish, Just as long as it’s your own work, Any style, any size, All the proceeds made from this post,

My grandparents were, Sixty years married true, A feat managed by so few, Through all the smiles and the cries, The heartache and the lies. What is life's secret to a happy long-lasting romance? If love

Legend tells of a black slave, A talented painter who goes by the name Daniel Robitaille, Who’s love he gave, To the daughter of a white plantation owner. When the love was revealed, He was chased across

Hello everyone greetings from @chickenburger, Just over a month old, niche found, But still not an earner, With Plenty of time still to be crowned. Now I have already introduced myself once before, But

It’s beginning to become a bit of joke, All these fraudsters here on this Steemit site, I wish they would all just lie down and croak, Those desperate fuckers have no rite. We should all be able to surf

T ime wasted, soul lost and money cremated, H ands clasped, slouched and head spinning, E ven though he knew deep down there was no chance of winning. G ut wrenching and guilty plagued feeling, A lcohol

Honey and Lemon works wonders if, Developing a cold, During the winter months, So I have been told, High in vitamin C, And full of vital nutrients, But can be harmful to the teeth, So watch the amount

Some posts may, Lack originality, words back to front or just don’t make sense, A bit like some of mine and maybe that’s why we only make few pence, But however they are written, Everyone’s style is unique

Viewing my own reflection, Cemented on my window sill, Anticipating weather correction, With too much time to fill. Warm tea sipping, curled up, knees bent, Waiting to pass this miserable event, Grey clouds

My new-found passion, Free in thought poetry, Chance to cash in, Supposedly. I’m fairly new, Just over a month, Daily post writing but still no breakthrough. A lonely minuscule plankton hopelessly floating

Recently retired, my old man Fifty years hard labour, Time to get out the watering can, Started early at sixteen, Junior accounts clerk, But knew early on, Was Not his kind of work. Eighteen months van

Six years bus driving Inner city London, always thriving Snail tourists, work folk surviving People leaving and arriving. As with any job, moments of stress If only passengers and illegally parked cars

The sun is shining in the sky, My oh my, yes, I must try, To enjoy the spring, With an enormous grin. Birds are singing, so happily trilling, While the roses and daffs are budding so early, I feel so much

Ile gwiazd jest na niebie, i ta jedna jest dla Ciebie, Ona mruga , jasno świeci i ta jedna w poprzeg leci, Spełniasz jedno swe życzenie być bezpiecznym i zdrowym preciesz. moje oczy lecą za nią bo ciekawość

At home with my mum on a rare day off, Helping her bring things down from the loft Once the voluntary work is complete, Its back downstairs ready to eat. Hollow stomach, feet up and drooling like a saint

Five years ago from this day, I met this girl at a firework display At first, I noticed her tiger like green eyes, Reflecting rockets descending from the skies. Outstretched velvety smooth black hair,

We live in a world of photography Selfie loving extroverts as far as the eye can see Me on the other hand, well I’m rather shy Which doesn’t mean I like to cry, Just more quiet and reserved Hiding in the

When I’m at work I get this unbearable feeling It’s really not that appealing It lasts from the time I’m awake, Until I’m at home by the lake Terribly sad thoughts that I can’t get rid, All of this shit