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Long poem by Laura Loo | Details |

Johnny The Fable Sapling

Evening came and the Harvest Moon was about to rise,
little did Johnny know this night would bring him a surprise…

Johnny lived in a mushroom village with many folks just like him. He carried an over sized set of hands and feet. Johnny was a Fable Sapling. The adults were called Fable Elders. The legend was that the Fables large feet and hands were made from the god of Fist Paw. As he grew up his extremities grew to be ten feet long and eight feet wide. These were used to catch Rainicorns. They are rainbow colored unicorns. The more Ranicorns he caught the more power he had to freeze things. The Fables needed this power to chase away the evil Urchins who were born to destroy all of their kind. After the Fables catch the Rainicorns, they are set free to live as a regular unicorn. Not only did the Fables live in mushrooms they used them as a shield from the Harvest Moon.

The day arrived of the Harvest Moon. A night of lost Urchins lurking around the village searching for Fables to eat. If you eat a Fable Elder you gain powers of flying, freezing things and blowing up threats. Johnny had the power of premonition and nothing else. He had just caught a Rainicorn so now he held the power to freeze things. As the Harvest Moon started to rise Johnny had a premonition that the Urchins were on their way to destroy the village. He hurried to go tell the Elders but they were all too busy building a ramp for Papa Elder. Papa had been falling and is too old to walk on his own. He needed a flap belt to raise him and roll him up the ramp into his mushroom palace. Only Papa and Gramma Elder lived in the palace. Frantic, Johnny ran to the head Seer. He was the almighty powerful Guru Elder who was invincible and immortal. “Seer, Seer! You must help me!”, Johnny screamed. “The Urchins are after our village, what do I do?  I need your help!” The Seer sat Indian style with his eyes closed. He saw the Urchins marching this way and spoke softly, “dear Sapling, only you hold the power to save the village. You alone carry many gifts beyond all others to create a world without the Urchins. Believe in yourself and find the truth behind your fear and you shall find freedom leading to a new world called Utopia.” Johnny stood there confused and thought, “hmm me? I will help save the village from the evil Urchins? How can this be?” After a few moments he looked at the Seer and said, “thank you almighty for your guidance and confidence in me.”

Johnny was walking and he looked up and saw the Harvest Moon rising higher over the village. His heart raced and his feet were so big he couldn’t run fast enough. Fables wonder why the god of Fist Paw gifted them these large feet and hands. After all, they seemed to be more of a nuisance. There was an Urchin coming towards Johnny. Instantly he threw out his hands of ten feet long and “BAM!” He froze him! Another Urchin rain towards him. “BAM!” Johnny froze him too! He only had a few moments before they would unfreeze. He panicked. He feared the worst. His freezing powers were used up and he had nothing left but the power of premonition. He closed his eyes and saw a Rainicorn flying towards him! After opening his eyes there it was ready to help the Sapling. His large hands reached and wrapped themselves around it and a shocking light of a rainbow colored aura flew from the Rainicorn into Johnny’s hands. Johnny was grateful but thought, “yes, I can freeze the Urchins but how will I destroy them?” The unicorn trotted away into the night. 

Back at the village the Elders knew of the threat. They could smell the Urchins and followed the scent ending up where Johnny was. Only Papa Elder could help now but he was so frail. Gramma flew back to the village strapped Papa onto her waist and flew them both back to the outskirts of the village. They landed safely and Papa was placed gently on the ground. They heard, “BOOM CRASH BAM!” the Urchins unfroze and war began. The Fables were freezing and flying everywhere! It was so chaotic Johnny feared for all their lives. He looked up and the Harvest Moon was just about fully risen and screamed to Papa, “PAPA! Look out the Harvest Moon is risen!” Just then Papa reached his ten foot hand out towards Johnny and Johnny stuck his big toe out and pointed it at the Harvest Moon. The connection of the two made a red and yellow lightning flash. “ZIP!” The lightning reflected off the Harvest Moon and shot at all the frozen Urchins and they blew up before all the Fable’s eyes! The Harvest Moon had been the only way to save the village after all! Papa knew this all along. The Seer had warned him when he was just a wee Sapling himself. Every one cheered with excitement all the Urchins were finally gone! They could go on living with their new lives of fearless peace. They must have been awake until three in the morning. 

The next morning Johnny woke up. He was so shocked! His hands and feet were the normal size of a human! He walked outside and there were no more Rainicorns either. Just then all the Fables ran together and everyone in the village turned into humans! Johnny was still a little boy and Papa was still old and fragile, but nonetheless, they were human now. Johnny ran to talk to the Seer and he was nowhere to be found. Just then he found a note with his name on it. It read, “Dear Sapling, if you’re reading this then that means you’ve defeated the Urchins and you no longer need me. I was only here for a short time. During your young life you have accomplished so much. I am proud of you. No words will express how grateful I am that you have given birth to a new world called Utopia. Be blessed, stay humble and live a life of joy and happiness. Love always, The Seer.” Johnny shed a tiny tear and smiled. He walked back to the village and thought to himself, “thank you god of Fist Paw for my gifts. They truly saved our village…"

We must use our blessed gifts for the greater good. Johnny lives in us all! Who knows we may save the world!




Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Carl Halling | Details |

Snapshots from a Child's West London

I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity of my enrolment, 
Being helped up a tree by an older boy, 
Baloo, or Kim, or someone, 
To win my Athletics badge, 
Winning my first star, my two year badge, 
And my swimming badge 
With its frog symbol, the kindness of the older boys.
                                                                    
I remember a child's West London.
                                                                    
One Saturday afternoon, after a football match
During which I dirtied my boots 
By standing around as a sub in the mud, 
And my elbow by tripping over a loose shoelace, 
An older boy offered to take me home. 
We walked along streets, 
Through subways crammed with rowdies, 
White or West Indian, in black gym shoes. 
"Shuddup!" my friend would cheerfully yell, 
And they did.
"We go' a ge' yer 'oame, ain' we mite, ay?"
"Yes. Where exactly are you taking me?" I asked.
                                                                    
"The bus stop at Chiswick 'Oigh Stree' 
Is the best plice, oi reck'n."
"Yes, but not on Chiswick High Street,"
I said, starting to sniff.
"You be oroight theah, me lil' mite."
I was not convinced. 
The uncertainty of my ever getting home 
Caused me to start to bawl,
And I was still hollering 
As we mounted the bus. 
I remember the sudden turning of heads. 
It must have been quite astonishing 
                                                                    
For a peaceful busload of passengers 
To have their everyday lives 
Suddenly intruded upon 
By a group of distressed looking Wolf Cubs, 
One of whom, the smallest,
Was howling red-faced with anguish 
For some undetermined reason. 
After some moments, my friend, 
His brow furrowed with regret, 
As if he had done me some wrong, said:
"I'm gonna drop you off 
Where your dad put you on."
                                                                    
Within seconds, the clouds dispersed, 
And my damp cheeks beamed. 
Then, I spied a street I recognised
From the bus window, and got up, 
Grinning with all my might:
"This'll do," I said. 
"Wai', Carl," cried my friend, 
Are you shoa vis is 'oroigh'?"
"Yup!" I said. I was still grinning
As I spied my friend's anxious face 
In the glinting window of the bus 
As it moved down the street.
                                                                    
I remember a child's West London.
                                                                    
One Wednesday evening, 
When the Pops was being broadcast 
Instead of on Thursday, 
I was rather reluctant to go to Cubs, 
And was more than usually uncooperative 
With my father as he tried 
To help me find my cap, 
Which had disappeared.
Frustrated, he put on his coat 
And quietly opened the door. 
I stepped outside into the icy atmosphere 
Wearing only a pair of underpants,
                                                                    
And to my horror, he got into his black Citroen 
And drove off. I darted down Esmond Road,  
Crying and shouting. 
My tearful howling was heard by Margaret, 
19 year old daughter of Mrs Helena Jacobs, 
Whom my mother used to help 
With the care and entertainment 
Of Thalidomide children. 
Helena Jacobs expended so much energy 
On feeling for others,  
That when my mother tried to get in touch 
In the mid '70s, she seemed exhausted, 
                                                                    
And quite understandably, 
For Mrs O'Keefe, her cleaning lady 
And friend for the main part 
Of her married life
Had recently been killed in a road accident. 
I remember that kind 
And beautiful Irish lady, 
Her charm, happiness and sweetness, 
She was the salt of the earth. 
She threatened to ca-rrown me
When I went away to school...
If I wrote her not.
                                                                    
Margaret picked me up
And carried me back to my house. 
I put on my uniform 
As soon as she had gone home, 
Left a note for my Pa, 
And went myself to Cubs. 
When Pa arrived to pick me up, 
The whole ridiculous story 
Was told to Akela, 
Baloo and Kim, 
Much, much, much to my shame.
                                                                    
I remember a child's West London.
                                                                    
The year was 1963, the year of the Beatles, 
Of singing yeah, yeah, yeah in the car, 
Of twisting in the playground, 
Of "I'm a Beatlemaniac, are you?"
That year, I was very prejudiced 
Against an American boy, Raymond, 
Who later became my friend. 
I used to attack him for no reason, 
Like a dog, just to assert my superiority. 
One day, he gave me a rabbit punch in the stomach 
And I made such a fuss that my little girlfriend, Nina,
Wanted to escort me to the safety of our teacher, 
                                                                    
Hugging me, and kissing me intermittently 
On my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks. 
She forced me to see her:
"Carl didn't do a thing," said Nina, 
"And Raymond came up and gave him 
Four rabbit punches in the stomach."
Raymond was not penalized, 
For Mademoiselle knew 
What a little demon I was, 
No matter how hurt 
And innocent I looked, 
Tearful, with my tail between my legs.
                                                                    
I remember a child's West London.

Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Eve Roper | Details |

ABCDEFGHIJK

A a 	big A little a
                   What words start with the letter A
                       Alligator, Airplane, Apple
The alligator sneaked into the airplane to eat an apple.  Aa Aa Aa

B b 	big B little b
                   What words start with the letter B
                       Butterfly, Boy, Banana
A beautiful butterfly landed on the boy ’s nose while he ate a banana. Bb Bb Bb

C c	 big C little c
                    What words start with the letter C
                        Caterpillar, Candy, Car
I ate my sour caterpillar candy in the car. Cc Cc Cc

D d	 big D little d
                    What words start with the letter  D
                        Dog, Doll, Donkey
The dog took off with my doll with the donkey chasing him. Dd Dd Dd

E e	 big E little e
                    What words start with the letter E
                        Elephant, Ear, Eye
The elephant touched his ear and eye with his trunk. Ee Ee Ee

F f	 big F little f
                    What words start with the letter F
                        Fish, Flower, Frog
The frog sat on the lily flower while the fish swam around the pond. Ff  Ff  Ff

G g	 big G little g
                    What words start with the letter G
                        Goat, Giraffe, Grasshopper
Billy goat runs and jumps on the giraffe’s back to chase the grasshopper.  Gg Gg Gg

H h	 big H little h
                    What words start with the letter H
                        Hippopotamus, Heart, Hat
Harry the hippopotamus who has a big heart, wears his favorite hat. Hh Hh Hh

I i	 big  I little i
                     What words start with the letter I
                         Insect, Iron, Ice cream
The insect stayed away because the iron was hot and the ice cream was cold. Ii Ii Ii

J j 	big J  little j
                   What words start with the letter J
                       Jacket, Jeep, Jelly
I left my jacket in the jeep while I ate my jelly sandwich. Jj Jj Jj

K k	 big K  little k
                    What words start with the letter K
                         Kangaroo, Key, Kitten
Wallaro the kangaroo wore a key on a chain around her neck while she carried the kitten in her pouch. Kk Kk Kk

L i	 big L little l
                    What words start with the letter L
                         Lizard, Ladybug, Lego
Charlie the lizard stops to see the ladybug climb up the Lego. Ll Ll Ll

M m 	big M little m
                   What words start with the letter M
                       Monkey, Mouse, Moon
The monkey and mouse sitting on a tree limb together looking at the man on the moon. Mm Mm Mm

N n	 big N little n
                    What words start with the letter N
                        Nose, Nest, Nut
Nancy the squirrel put her nose near the nest to smell the nut at the bottom. Nn Nn Nn

O o	 big O little o
                    What words start with the letter O
                        Ostrich, Orange, Owl
The ostrich saw the orange and ran over and swallow it so he didn’t have to share with the owl.  Oo Oo Oo

P p	 big P little p
                    What words start with the letter P
                         Pig, Pillow, Pumpkin
Piggly  Wiggly the pig lies on the pillow while he throws the pumpkin up in the air.  Pp Pp Pp

Q q	 big Q little q
                     What words start with the letter Q
                          Queen, Quarter, Quail
The Queen of hearts threw a quarter in the air and a quail flew by and caught it. Qq Qq Qq

R r	 big R little r
                    What words start with the letter R
                         Rabbit, Roster, Rocket
The rabbit and the rooster took a rocket ride to visit the moon. Rr Rr Rr

S s	 big S  little s
                    What words start with the letter S
                        Sun, Shovel, Snowman
The children played out in the sun using a shovel to make a snowman.  Ss Ss Ss

T t 	big T  little  t
                   What words start with the letter T
                        Ticket, Table, Train
I  left the ticket on the table for the train ride. Tt Tt Tt

U u	 big  U little  u
                     What words start with the letter U
                         Unicorn, Umbrella, Unicycle
The unicorn held an umbrella over his head so he wouldn’t get wet in the rain while riding his unicycle.  Uu Uu Uu

V             big V  little v
                    What words start with the letter V
                        Violin, Vegetable, Vase
The musician played his violin as he watched the vegetables grow in the vase. Vv Vv 
Vv

W w         big W little w
                    What words start with the letter  W
                        Watch, Watermelon, Wagon,
Watson looked at his watch to see if it was lunch time so he could eat his watermelon on the wagon. Ww Ww Ww

X x	 big X  little x
                    What words start with the letter X
                        Xebec, Xylophone, X-ray,
The sailors on the xebec played the ping, ping, ping music on the xylophone while on their way to deliver an x-ray to Xavier.   Xx Xx Xx

Y y 	 big Y little y
                    What words start with the letter Y
                         Yarn, Yo-Yo, Yogurt
The yarn broke loose on the yo-yo when Billy was doing a trick and it flew into the yogurt.  Yy Yy Yy

Z z	 big Z  little  z
                    What words start with the letter  Z
                         Zebra, Zipper, Zoo
The zebra zipped up the zipper on his jacket when it got cold at the zoo. Zz Zz Zz



By: Eve Roper 8/19/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details |

Ella and Lucky

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Once there was this little girl…
She had big doe brown eyes and a beauty mark on her upper right cheek. Her name was Ella Rose. One day she was walking down by the creek searching for her friendly frogs. Little did she know they were looking for her too! She didn’t see them anywhere and thought to herself, “Hmmm… I wonder where silly Squeaker and Scooter went?” She searched long and hard for her little guys.

While searching she stumbled upon a fluffy white bunny. “Oh my fluffy wuffy aren’t you the cutest bunny in the world!” Ella said as she slowly walked up to him hoping not to scare the hare. “What is your name? Is it fluffy? Because you are the fluffiest animal I’ve ever seen!” The bunny said, “my name is Lucky.  I am sad today because I am lost far away from my home. Maybe you could help me?” “Of course I will!”, Ella said excitedly. 

While approaching a forest it started to get cloudy in the sky. Grey clouds with no more sunshine to help lead Lucky back to his home. All of a sudden, “BOOM! BASH! BOOM!” the thunder was starting to roll in, which meant rain was on its way! “What should we do Ella? I’m so far away from home already and now I’ll never find my family!” Lucky shed a few tears when Ella said, “Oh Lucky it’s ok, don’t carry a frown on your face, I promise I will help you find your home as best as I can.” They started feeling tiny sprinkles of rain on their heads and shoulders. Oh no! It was raining! “Quick Lucky, follow me!” Lucky hurried over to her for shelter and she covered him with her jacket. Together they ran as fast as they could. All of a sudden Ella saw an old cabin towards the outskirts of the forest. “Come on Lucky, hurry it’s starting to lightening!” They finally made it through the door and found refuge. 

After they walked in they both dropped on the floor from exhaustion and fear. “Whewwww…”, said Ella Rose, “that was a close one!”. “What should we do?” asked Lucky. Ella Rose pondered and pondered for a few seconds then she said, “I know! We should play a game!” Lucky said, “Cool! Can we play hopscotch? We can use chalk on the cement floor. I was born to hop and hop and hop!” Ella thought to herself…”hmmm…Is that really fair? He’s a bunny and he is way better at hopscotch than I will ever be. I wonder if he would like to play a rhyming game?” Ella said, “hey Lucky do you want to play a rhyming game?” “What’s that?”, Lucky said. “It’s a fun game my mommy made up when I was only 8 years old. First, I say a three words and you have to try to rhyme it with your own three words.” Lucky pondered and pondered. Finally, he said, “Wow that sounds like a lot of fun, let’s do it!!”

Ella took the first turn. “Ok, are you ready?” Ella’s first three words were, “I flew a plane”. Lucky immediately said, “I am insane”. Now it was Lucky’s turn. “do humans snore?” Ella shook her head up and down and said, “yes…on the floor!” Ella said, “you are funny!” Lucky said quickly, “Well…I’m a bunny!” They both laughed!

By the time the game was over the rain had subsided and the sun slowly peeked through the window. “Now is a good time to leave and go find your home”, said Ella. About twenty minutes later they walked past the creek again. I heard, “ELLA!! YAY WE FOUND YOU!!!” Ella said, “OH MY GOODNESS! SCOOTER AND SQUEAKER! I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!”  She picked them both up and jumped with excitement. Now she felt much better and could fully concentrate on finding Lucky’s home. All of a sudden they saw people walking towards them not too far behind the frogs. “She looks familiar”, Ella said. All of a sudden Lucky’s eyes got so wide, looking like his head would explode! “IT’S MY FAMILY!!”, screamed Lucky. He hopped as fast as he could and before you knew it he was in the arms of his favorite little boy Joey. Ella thought to herself, “hmmmm…they are not bunnies at all! They are humans!” She said, “I had no idea you actually meant your home was with a family of people, not bunnies!” Little Joey was crying and said, “Lucky, please don’t hop away ever again, I love you so much!”  Ella said curiously to the mom, “you look so familiar to me. Do I know you?” The woman said, “Yes! The second I saw you I thought I knew you too! My name is Marie and you walk down to my pet store, Pet Haven, all the time for crickets for your froggies.” Just then it hit Ella. “Now I get it! Squeaker and Scooter went looking for me at your store. That’s when the frogs found out your family was already searching for your white fluffy wuffy bunny.” “Well isn’t it a small world!”, said Marie. 

So after a long day of running, playing and searching, Lucky was finally home with his family. Ella too found comfort in finding her little guys. 
From that day forward, Lucky, Ella, Scooter and Squeaker became friends. Ella walked up to Pet Haven at least three times a week and would hang out with Marie and play with all the little critters in her store. The frogs had a new favorite game…THE RHYMING GAME!! 

“Hey Ella, don’t forget lucky!” Ella replied, “always stay plucky!”
Ella said loudly, “life is sure good, huh?!?” They played together all summer long...

***The word "PLUCKY" means brave***

Date Written: April 22, 2016 

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by KAYOD5 Kayode | Details |

Baby brot bringer

Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she inherited form her mother, poor enough, jettisoned on this two line express road?These and many more were  concerns that agitated my mind.I therefore chose to spy or should i say monitor her;i wanted to know where she would enter and possibly  who she was,stealthily i followed her.It appeared she knew where she was going,the poor girl walked straight without betraying any sign of  lost of destination.Exactly  twenty minutes now that I had been following her,we had passed many streets:Macualy street, Kingsway  and the popular Lord Lugard Avenue yet she moved on.It was at the junction between Broard street and UAC that she forked right; she looked back,i quickly blocked her view as i hid me behind one abandoned lorry in my front,she did not see me. It took us another ten minutes before she suddenly stopped,in her front now was  the city refuse dump were disused items were deposited; she rolled up her cloth and brought out a  jute sack; she opened the sack and brought out a sickle and moved with a zeal to the hill of garbage. I stood behind a container that was put there long time ago by the Council for refuse collection,it was now overfilled           with refuse and this gave me an advantage to hide behind it without been seen by the girl;needless to say how stinking it was,yet i befriended it,it was the only shield i needed now. For almost an hour she was searching through the hill ,it was not too easy for her; first,it was almost dark now, again, the whole hill had been covered with snow but she was using the sickle to wipe away the white substance anywhere she suspected that what she was looking for was. As she was searching she was picking somethings and dropping them in the sack which  was now  half-full . Again, she bent down but this time she did not pick anything rather she dropped the sickle in her hand and began to look at her sole, within few seconds she started coming down from the hill; what could have happened to her sole? At the base of the hill she sat down and held tightly her sole,now I could see her clearer,drops of blood were flowing down off her heel. I could now longer hide myself,i was moved by the sadness that appeared on her innocent face,poor still, she did not know what to do.
I quickly ran to her,she was shocked to see me but still held tightly  her sole. I did not waste  time on introduction but went straight to ask her what had happened to her sole,she told me a broken bottle had cut her there. I bent down to look at the cut,it was not too deep,but deep enough to  affect the poor girl if something was not quickly done. Luckily  i had a nylon- water on me, i opened it, washed the cut and bound it with a new handkerchief I had earlier bought to use the following day when I would be attending the first church service of the year. It was not a perfect first aid but a non perfect  aid was better than none . Now I asked her who she was and what was she doing where we were. She introduced herself as Lisa, nine years and that she was looking for plastics and other polythene materials that she could sell at recycling factory. I asked why she had to do that  she said she and her grandmother had not even a brot at home and if she did not do this certainly they would be starved.  Wondering why she should be responsible for that i pressed , "what about your parents?" " My mother had been abducted by the terrorists who  killed my father and my two brothers three years ago."  Big air escaped my nostrils as I became rock-still with this unpalatable bombshell. Seconds later I gathered myself,brought Lisa up and told her I would help her back home. She thanked me for the help but insisted that she would not be going home now,she must first go to the factory to exchange her stock for money. " it is too late Lisa, i don't think any factory will still be opened by now,besides you now have a cut on your sole", i explained. "The pay master in the factory had promised to wait for me till 10pm, i already had stock with him ,i just needed to add some weight to reach the required purchase-level,i must not fail on my terms lest he loses the confidence that for more than two years now,he has in me ; besides, grandma", she paused as if she remembered a thing, " tomorrow is new year, i have promised her good meal tomorrow" ; her voice cracked as if she wanted to cry,emotion envloped me as the word grandama reverbrated in my ears; my mind wandered about : poor girl,wretched old woman; how many millions of Lisa and her grandma were out there for the stupidity of some? My eyes became red and urge filled my mind,the zeal to confront terrorism,the joy of Christmas and new year in me evaporated; what was merriment of Christmas with millions of Lisa there? What was happiness of new year with millions of her grandma in our World?

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by The Seeker | Details |

The Most Unlovable Man in the World - Love Thrives

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"The last time we spoke I told you about how my life had changed for the better.  I had been ridiculed and scorned for years.  Never had any self-worth.  Never thought about my future.  Then, one evening, an angel from above had been sent to me to inform me that I was indeed loved, after all.  I didn't fully understand what it all meant at first, but I was overwhelmed with gratitude to say the least.  A year has gone by, and I wanted to share with you some wonderful news.  If you'll recall, I was raised for a number of years in an orphanage.  The director there was a cruel man who beat me often, all because I was ugly and different.  After my rebirth, as I like to call it, I got to thinking about all the orphans still left in the world.  So I took my severance pay, along with money I had saved over the years performing in the circus for a certain E.T. Farnum, and I purchased an old abandoned schoolhouse on the outskirts of London.  It hadn't been used in years and needed some freshening up, and not a few repairs.  But with a little help from the locals I had it up and running in short order.  After securing all the needed certifications, I named it the Thomas Woodward School for Orphans.  You see, that is my birth name, a name that was obscured for most of my life, as few people ever dignified me by addressing me by my given name.  But now there it was on high, showing itself to the world.  Not that I'm high-minded about it of course, no.  I like to think of it as a reminder that all things are possible in life.  

Soon I was being sent orphan children from all over London.  I had no restrictions, really.  Any child up to 16 years old was welcome here.  The only qualification per say is that they be orphans, needing love and schooling.  Due to my financial limitations, I could only hire two teachers; one for children 2-10 years old, and one for children 11-16 years old.  But I held out and engaged only the very best!  Not only did these teachers need to meet high academic standards, they had to have demonstrated over the years that they truly loved children.  Yes, for you see, my children deserve the best that life can give them!  After all, they've already been dealt a bad hand, they not having parents and all.      

Now at this point I'd like to tell you about a very special orphan that I've especially come to love.  When she was small her home caught fire, and her mummy and daddy were killed.  To make matters worse, she had suffered burns over eighty percent of her body.  When she first came to the orphanage, I noticed that the other children tended to ignore her.  And she said nary a word, no, but instead would be off to herself most of the day and night.  Her teacher tried her best to bring the little girl, who's name is Katie, out of her shell, but with poor results.  Then one day I had an epiphany of sorts.  I thought to myself, here I am the former 'most unlovable man in the world!'  But now I'm loved and cherished.  What made the difference for me was when someone went out of their way at great risk to let me know I was loved.  So one day during class I walked into the classroom and introduced myself.  Now the children had rarely seen me, and only from a distance.  But now here I was in all my inglorious ugliness, right before their very eyes.  Needless to say, all the children got quiet and had anxious looks on their faces.  So I sat down gently in front of them all and told them my story, just as I've told it to all of you.  After I was done, and to my surprise, they all came up to me, one by one, and gave me a hug.  Why, it brought tears to my eyes.  But there sat Katie in her corner chair, eyes cast downward.  I called to her:

'Katie, come here darling.'

She looked up at me and I could see that her eyes too were brimming with tears.  I repeated:

'C'mon little Katie, it's okay dear.'

As she stood up and slowly walked toward me, all the children watched with eyes agog.  I sat her down beside me and said to her:

'Now, Katie, you've heard me tell my story to everyone.  Now it's time that you told us yours.  It's okay sweetie, we're all here for you.'

Well, for the first time she spoke.  And spoke.  And spoke.  Why, she went on for an hour!  Not just about the awful fire, but about her mummy and daddy and teddy and her doggy named Fritz.  It was the second most memorable moment of my life, next to my rebirth.  Because you see, Katie was having a rebirth of her own.  Yes, from that day on all of the children began treating her like any other.  After a time no one saw the burns anymore, just a beautiful little girl named Katie Lynn.

So there you have it.  I wanted to share with you a bit of my joy.  Life is wonderful.  I hope and pray that life is equally wonderful for each and every one of you!  Until the next time...

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Carrie Richards | Details |

MOCKINGBIRD - crown of sonnets

#1 "It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird. When playing games with rocks or guns, defray, them, please, ...shoot old tin cans!" "Whispered words of Mockingbirds, only heal wounds of the day" Virtues are cultivated, children are weeds, exploring a small southern town. Seeds, so rare, spread moral ivy, filling knotholes, threading trees, lining streets, during mad-dog summers. Scout, one sprout with solid roots, sifts wrong from right in spite of bull-headed pride. Stirring up dust, where resistance incites, although, brother, Jem, gently, grows more reserved. Scout, Jem, ...best bud, "Dill", are bronzed by summer's sky Moral's compass guides them home, as night returns #2 Moral's compass guides them home, as night returns yet challenged, the precocious child making assumptions. Folks would confound her! Some people were an oddity and quite beguiling Summer would sigh with ceiling fans, softly purring, people napping, long afternoons. Wilted yawns of a lethargic town, might seem undisturbed, with complacency, behind pruned shrubs, tall grass, mowed. Yet stilted air, would suffocate, with racial slurs and secret hate. Some hid by day, and spending their nights in masquerade, while crosses burned. We'd see a face, pretentious smile, falsely blend Integrity, at bitter cost, split wide the seams in 1930. Civil rights were just a dream #3 In 1930, civil rights were just a dream, and motherless children were coming of age. Bare feet were swift. Bandaged knees and hands unclean, would slam old screen doors, to seek lemonade. A ghost, they feared, in the raw sided house, watched close. A tree in his yard, hid treasures he stashed. The three Musketeers, upon discovering, shout! Armed by bravado, they are ready to dash. Putting yourself into another man's shoes, is a lesson, soon learned by Scout and Jem. They've faced their fear, and will make a friend. "Boo", the 'phantom', a new best friend left trinkets and gems. Kindness learned, role model intact, was Atticus Finch. A measure of integrity, inch by inch. #4 A measure of integrity, inch by inch, advocate for those who won't stand a chance. Folks down on their luck, where dollars won't stretch in a depression full blown. Money is scant. Fighting for the underdog, who have no paycheck. What's right is right. What's wrong, is wrong. Someone must stand at the end of the day, where flies fill a courtroom and tempers grow stronger. Regardless of skin, be it black, be it white Unfit, by standards of talcum shaved chins, if injustice is war, he'll give his lot. The falsely accused, he'll defend, to the end Those who wallow in mud, eventually sling lies when honor goes to hell, and folks sit idle #5 When honor goes to hell, and folks sit idle, false accusations can simmer, slowly inciting bigoted people, into mobs, spewing cries of hate. Screaming "rape" into the night. Ignorance and prejudice, are all of one stuff with corn-likker sauce and gravy mentality, amphibian worms, as if from a trough, gorging on mania. They covet brutality. Led by Bob Ewell, with arrogance oozing. Clan- fed, tantrums squirming out of control. Small minded men, choosing squalor, alluding the truth. Some would sell their mother's soul. They have lied on the stand, where justice treaded thin. Where white man's word, over a black, always wins. #6 Where a white man's word, over black, always wins, was a rule of the thumb, during those years... The innocent man, Tom, shackled, condemned, taken away and waits to die, and endure With Indian summer, waxing and waning, Atticus chooses the simplest words. His children need, wisdom, and calm understanding, in trying to explain, that most men are good. He tells them, gently, how someone so crude, even Bob Ewell, no matter how evil perhaps in his life, was misunderstood. The hellish of summers begins to unravel. But another ill wind, would brew up a storm, to bring more than a flurry, into their home. #7 To bring more than a flurry into their home, burnt embers of color, drift down, red and yellow. Carved pumpkins, and a grieving autumn, looms in the night. Roaches encroach, deep in the shadows As Scout rushes homeward, behind her on the trail, a whiskey-breath nightmare, with evil intentions Then, someone appears! Halts this devil,...,Ewell is not immortal! .....as we come to conclusion. A guardian presence, waiting to rally has kept a vigil, guarding children who run, swiftly through thickets. Lonely Boo Radley, appeared like an angel, a bird seeking the sun So pure of heart, and a thing so rare It is a sin to kill a mockingbird
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Life in a Dream corrected

Moments to Reflect
Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. There are many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasures that are a wonders to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you will find rest and for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago and I prepared The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all to read a long time ago. I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it’s just not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please come and live inside of me until the end. I now sow the seeds and when the harvest comes the Lord will know if they landed on fertile ground. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 

Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Life found in a Dream

Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
                                     This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 

Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by The Seeker | Details |

Three Blind Mice - Behind the story

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three blind mice
three blind mice
see how they run
see how they run

they all ran after the farmer's wife
she cut off their tails with a carving knife
did you ever see such a sight in your life
as three blind mice
three blind mice

Dumpty here.  As in Sam Dumpty.  Another tale to be told, another mystery to be solved.  And I'm just the guy to do it!  After carefully considering all of the relevant facts, taking into account, of course, any mitigating circumstances, then factoring in miscellaneous possibilities, I have put together the pieces of this unusual and extraordinary puzzle and have come up with a working theory as to what actually occurred and why (deep breath).

I started my premise with a multiple query.  Three things I considered: (a) How did the mice become blind? (b) Why did they turn on the farmer's wife and (c) Were the aforementioned facts somehow related?

I interrogated the farmer's wife first under the hottest light I could find and with a menacing look in my eye (for intimidation purposes only, of course).  "Now look ma'am, I said, your story's just not adding up.  Now one more time and from the beginning!"

"Well Mr. Dumpty, sir, as I told you already, I was baking an apple pie, minding my own business, singing a happy tune when suddenly, and for no apparent reason, in ran these three ghastly mice, screaming obscenities and threatening me in the most vulgar of terms. Why I, I had no choice but to run.  'Round and 'round the table I ran, when the glint from the carving knife caught my eye.  Well sir, never in a million years was it my intent to do any harm to those cute, disabled, furry little mice, no sir!  But a strange wave of giddy excitement overwhelmed me as I considered the prospect of cutting off their little tails (sniff).  I, I don't know what came over me.  I love mice, really I do!  I even keep their little tails in a jar on my kitchen windowsill as a reminder never, no never, to do that sort of thing again.  Ever!"

Dumpty here.  Well, now you know the story from the dame's point of view.  But I couldn't help but think that a piece of the puzzle was still missing.  So I decided to visit the three blind meese, er, mice, at the nursing home where they now reside.  Their story was hard to swallow, but I believed every word of it!

"Thanks for granting the interview Mr. meeses, I mean, oh whatever!  Now look, er, what I mean is, well, not literally look, what I meant to say is... no, hey guys I'm over here!  Okay, now that I have your attention,  I need to hear your side of the story, and please, just the facts ma'am, er, sirs."

"Well, the name's Ervin.  Ervin T. Shorttail III.  Who knew my last name would end up prophetic (sigh)?!  This is my brother Earl and this is my other brother Earl.  We just three ordinary barn mice, never hurt no one, no sir (thas right Ervin, tell 'im).  Now there we happened to be one day, mindin' our business, when the smell of apple pie entered our tiny nostrils (mindin' our own biz) and we just had to find out what all the fuss was about (wasn't hurtin' nobody, uh-uh).  So we climbed up the side of the house up that little hangin' vine and peeped through the open window (jus peepin', thas all).  Well, that crazy ol' farmer's wife took one look at us, let out a terrible shriek (we jus mice, thas all) and she done maced us right on the spot (can't see no mo)!  Now, Mr. detective, surely you can see that it was uncalled for!  We wasn't gonna eat the whole thing, no, we was only wantin' jus a taste (jus a taste or two).  Anyway, now we three blind ol' mice.  But the thought of retaliation was the farthest thing from our minds (no sir). Then, about a week later, there we was, stumblin' 'round the barn tryin' to find a scrap to eat when suddenly, and without warning, comes the smell of apple pie right up our nostrils all over again (we done jus got over it)!  So we thought, man, that crazy ol' bat be taunting us.  Now, we ain't havin' it, us already bein' blind and all (can't see no mo). So, in we went, jus to talk, thas all (tell 'im Ervin).  Man, you know she grabbed that knife and started whackin' away.  Now we three blind mice wit no tails, layin' here in this nasty old folks home.  You know, we jus mice (jus mice, thas all)."

Dumpty back.  Well, I took the guys' story to my captain, and it wasn't long before we had her locked up.  For good!  Now you know the true story behind this seemingly unsolvable conundrum.  

This is Detective Sam Dumpty, signing off!

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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