After The Love Has Gone - Earth, Wind & Fire

Yah-Mo Be There - James Ingram & Michael McDonald

Work - Bob Marley & The Wailers

Use Ta Be My Girl - The O'Jays

Touch Me In The Morning - Diana Ross

Voices: Talking of the lunacy of the Mach Program it has just been noticed that the software reckons that the last post on this topic was -1 days ago! Is that yesterday? Or day before an indeterminate tomorrow?

Voices: So dreadaye, how's about you share with us just how it be like down there?

Silence.

Voices: Now, now dreadaye, we know that the folks here don't give a damn whether you be alive or faceless, but betwixt us and you (whoever you be) there are some peculiar goings on in this corner of the web worldwide that we'd love you to share your unique perspective on. So ...

Silence.

Voices: Fancy that! A tongueless, dropped-dead & beaten-up poet. Absolutely no use insofar as communication goes! Wtf you doing posturing this stuff as 'creative writing'?! Take our advice, don't give up the day job.

Silence.

Voices: We were thinking that this topic is sorta like for real. You know what we mean ...? LIke when you done gone and breathed your last breath (in the body you've spent some time in) after which you become various shades of memory to the folks that still inhaling. Yes, individual shades of ever-wilting memory till you be "remembered-in-passing" by folks on their own journey to elsewhere... before they too expire. Damn! What a merry-go-round!

Silence.

Voices: Part of the reason we stayed around here was because we feel oddly compelled to. Seemingly the more things change, the more they remain the same. And as if to prove the point we've had the inside track on your recent musings with regards to the 'Match Program.

Silence.

Voices: Though some folks never had their mind's infiltrated by your previous incarnation prior to the NEWCLEAR eruption that put paid to Mingled-Up & Stuff Like That, we notice that the 'Match Program' is still processing according to rules that must be made up as time passes ... God only knows how that thing works, because by some logic it alone knows we notice that dreadaye appears to be mutually matched with 4!

Voices: WTF! Can you believe it dreadaye? You be dead. You be faceless. Your profile is thoroughly unworthy of attention, yet still the Match Program, a figment of someone's hallucination, reckons that you be able to find four mutually dropped-dead & beaten up poets!

Silence

Voices: Never you mind because we can't believe it either....!

Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland

Love Is In The Air - John Paul Young

Just The Two Of Us - Grover Washington Jnr on sax; Bill Withers on Vocals

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankle

As Mingled-Up & Stuff Like That
Was headed on the way down a server
& out of sight.
I tried resuscitation - mouth to mouth;
But 'tweren't no use.

On its' back' in the Savasana position.
Watched,
Life ebbed away.
Mortising the ankle joints;
moulding them poised en pointe,
As though to mimmic a touch of class,
In a framework of feigned weightlessness.

Frozen.
Misshapen,
Pigeon-toed,
nail-mangled feet
clasped over each other
as though transfixed in prayer.

I tried resuscitation - mouth to mouth;
But 'tweren't no use.

Ams were down at the side.

Resuscitation I tried - mouth to mouth;
But 'tweren't no use

As it lay Stiff Like That

R.I.P "Mingled-Up & Stuff Like That" (http://mingle2.com/topic/350766)
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Happy - Surface

Galveston Bay - Lonnie Hill

For The Love Of Money - The O'Jays

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

Double Dutch Bus - Frankie Smith

Curious - Midnight Starr

Brandy - The O'Jays