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Long poem by binibining p.iNk | Details |

Am I Turning into a Lizard Serial Killer

Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back up a bit...bear with me if I might turn out to be confusing here,
but I just need to write this, release something, in some way
Although I must admit, this is not exactly what I had in mind to write for this day,
hopefully I can write something more decent later...

I have been wanting to write something for my brother since yesterday,
since February 26 is his 10th year death anniversary.
The words remained stuck in my heart, 'til I fell asleep.

Visited him again today, heard mass for him, 
ate a Chinese dinner with my parents and sister, went home.

I now needed dessert. Got a piece of Ferrero Rocher, but just one wouldn't do.
So I got a piece of Almond Roca this time and ate it while walking.

All this time, I have managed to keep my tears away
but maybe somehow, someway, if tears want to fall, they will find a way?

I walk to that area again as I ate that piece of chocolate-
when what do you know, what do you know??

Oh sighs.

I stepped on a lizard.  Again 

Yes. Almost exactly the Same area, tail falls off, and the lizard skitters away.

But. I did not slip this time. But, yes, I still screamed, scaring everybody again.

I. Could. Not. Simply. Believe. IT.

One month and 25 days after, I step on a lizard. Again.

Today, of all days. As if I needed more reason to be sadder.

This time around, I had the sense to try to find that lizard. 
I had to know if it lived, if it was okay.
I pushed away the nearby cabinet.
And there it was.
Rather, and there they were.

The lizard that I stepped on now
and the petrified remains of the lizard that I stepped on on new year's day...
the other one didn't live after all :(

I know it was that lizard, same area, no tail, who else could it be?
Survival mechanism, no match for my killer foot.

By this time, I am crying, sobbing. 
Seriously, the tears just start falling, and my heart so heavy.
And I know it's from the combination of so many things.
The day itself, what I had just done, just things running through me.

What broke my heart, was to see that lizard. 
I was wearing rubber shoes this time, last time I was wearing slippers.
And its guts had spilled from its sides. 
I couldn't help but keep on saying, "Oh, oh, oh lizard, I am so sorry"

I touched it feebly, and it was literally gaping its mouth.
I don't think I can ever forget that?
Such a small creature, gasping, with its insides out, 
its skin on its legs and body scraped.
In pain.
Dying.

And it was all my fault.

My sister was there with me, trying to help in her own way.

But yes, there's nothing you can really do...I didn't want to stress it even more,
and let death finish what I did. 


There's so much I can glean from this, and I want to ramble on, so badly
but I will try to stop myself from rambling too much.

I put the two lizards, along with a note, the dates when I stepped on them 
(ok, killed them), and placed them carefully in a chocolate truffle box.

I buried them and still feel so sorry.

In some ways, this is can be so funny, and just  freaky & crazy (what's new, this is me?)
What were the odds??? Same place, same thing happening.
And I can't help but roll my eyes at myself as well, just finding it so hard to fathom
how I stepped on not just one but Two lizards in just two months.

I bet that the lizards are all afraid of me now, 
saying how I am a lizard killer. A serial lizard killer.
MO: stepping on them while screaming, maybe my screams also killed them off?

I actually took photos of both lizards, I am not sure why though.
Oh dear God, help me, I am acting like one, even documenting them.

I tell you, as I watched that lizard die, I couldn't help but just also
think of St. Jude (for the impossible) and St. Francis of Assisi (for animals).

I know he was dying, but somehow, yes, prayers still comfort me.

I just feel so guilty, with this happening. 

I still can't help but cry for those lizards, death by me, for no reason at all,
no purpose served.

Animals, people....death.

I know it's all a part of life... 
but it still doesn't change the fact how death can change us
and of how I am responsible for two lizard deaths.
I know they were just small animals, but Still. They were living creatures.

Death can change us in small ways, some in big ways, negatively or positively.

It all boils down to death transforming us one way or another...

I won't expound on it anymore, this is too long,
but one of the ways I can think of comparing it to, is that of a chemical change,
maybe of the spirit, the soul? Not merely a physical change.


And we can never be the same. 






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Long poem by Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq | Details |

i celebrate you my friend

The year that is about to make its last appearance 
before it dies and is buried to be only given a place 
in the history of our existence has brought  ?e joy, 
l° shall therefore, out of obligation rather than 
leisure acknowledge its fairness and generosity. It 
began on a high as l° aimed to make it through the 
Bar exams and to be successfully called to the 
Nigerian Bar. This singular goal, controlled all 
others and made them seem less important. In the 
end, the story ended greatly, we all do love happy 
endings, l° am a Barrister and Solicitor of the 
Supreme Court of Nigeria. To God be the glory. 

Yet, the most important aspect of the year wasn't 
the fact that l° became a Barrister, rather, it is the 
fact that through the demanding and rough 
journey of reaching and achieving that goal, along 
came people of great personality, people l° knew 
had the character to spur you on and literally uplift 
you both psychologically and in every other positive 
way possible. For the first time in my life, l° was 
opened to the richness of the earth's diversity, both 
in religion as well as in culture. l° even spoke new 
languages and danced to new tunes. l° was given a 
new eyes, l° did see the world from another 
perspective, it was thrilling and l° came to see the 
blessing in the cultural and ethnic differences. But, 
the crux of the essay being friendship. 
The year 2012, gave  ?e the most supportive, 
reliable and cheerful individuals to work and also 
relax with. These people not withstanding their 
different social, religious and academic background 
did with ease find a common ground and built a 
strong fold for friendship. There were moments no 
doubt during the year when it would have been 
quite impossible to move ahead without the 
support and undying motivation of these 
individuals, as l° do stand at this bridge, about to 
cross to the other end of the journey, l° would take 
a few minutes to say a very hearty thank you to all 
of you. From my parents, without whom there will 
be no Barrister attached to my name, words fail  
?e. l° do say a big thank you. To my siblings who 
went out of their own financial obligations to 
support  ?e through the difficult but productive 
year, l° am ever indebted to all of you jointly and 
severally. For a friend like no other, master 
Chinasa Orji, let your heart desires become reality 
unto you bro and the same gratitude goes to the 
entire Orji family. l° will now try as much as l° can, 
to mention a few of those whose friendship, 
alleviated the burden of the journey through 2012, 
and l° say the list is not quite chronological, l° just 
add to it as l° do remember, these persons include 
but not restricted to:
1. Mazi Ezegamba Esq. 
2. Mr. Frank Somto Esq. (Ajo anu)
3. Okpara Chinedu Esq. 
4. Mallam Abubakar Lawal EsQ
5. Mr. Yage Bamiyi Esq. 
6. Adesola Adelusi Esq. (Miss)
7. Amarachi Esq. 
8. Tony Amaechi Ojukwu (Esq. )
9. Sir Nnanna JOJ Oketa (Esq). 
10. Richard Bassey Iyaha (Esq.) - God bless you 
brother. 
11. Chinelo Ogbozor Esq. 
12. Churchill Udedibor Esq. 
13. Henry Onugwu Esq. 
14. Forster Eneh Esq. 
15. Kingsley Chime Esq. 
16. Mr Magnus Akabueze
17. Emmanuela Oraegbu Esq. 
18. Nonso Nzedebe Esq. 
19. Orji Ukah Agwu Esq. 
20. Chinedu Ezeokoronkwo Esq. 
21. Emmanuel Okoroji Esq. 
22. Peterson 
23. Onyinye Nnorom Esq. 
24. John Daramola Esq. 
25. Chisom Nnabuife Esq. 
26. Ebikaboere Abiri Esq. 
27. Tobi Esq. - Mi consigliere
28. Michael Dokpesi. Esq. 
29. Mr Idowu
30. Mr.  Majemite Emoubonovie Esq. - very 
untamed. 
31. Mr. Samson Itodo Esq
32. Muna Nweke 
33. Da silva Joy
34. Kingsley Uwakwe Esq. 
35. Nneoma
36. Kaobi Esq. 
37. Chinwe Ozobu Esq. 
38. Ifesi Udeh Esq. 
39. Ihezi Okeafor 
40. Ezekiel Egbo
41. Chima obiEze Esq. 
42. ID Kabasa - my esteemed barber
43. Mary Alice Simms
44. Victor Mok Esq. 
45. Bukky Esq. 
46. Josh Olomo Esq. 
47. Edosa Esq. 
48. Detola Esq. 
49. Bassey Bassey Esq. 
50. Sammy Udoh. Esq. 
51. Sabastine Udoh Esq. 
52. Iyke Ananuba Esq. 
53. Kingston Esq. 
55. Victor Idiong Esq.
56. Mariam Ekenimoh Esq.  
These and many more people that l° can't put all 
here for the lack of time and to make it less boring 
to read really and honestly contributed to my 
success in making this year count and l° pray that 
the year we are about to witness and explore will 
bring us more reasons to celebrate, love and 
share. 
Do have a great NEW YEAR.
Love.
Magnus


Long poem by Cyndi MacMillan | Details |

TURNING WENDIGO

                        CEO of the Schizophrenia Society of Canada: 
                                    If you ever got out of the Selkirk Mental Health Centre, 
                                     what would you do?
 
                        Li: I hope to leave one day, but I have to make sure it wouldn’t 
                             happen again. That there would be no voices. 

                             I would change my name to be anonymous

________________________________


There is a darkness that we can not see for it lies behind the eyes,
as stark as bone under a harvest moon, masquerading an appetite.

We sit side by side with darkness, oblivious to its plans, its hunger,
and on a July night in o eight, a monster took a long bus ride

across the Trans-Canada Highway. It walked up a tight aisle, then
it sat beside Tim McLean, a young man on his way home, a carnie

with many friends. His mother was waiting for him, eager to see
his eyes, that bright smile. Vince Weiguang Li had bought a ticket

for Thunder Bay. He was once a computer software engineer in 
Beijing, well rewarded, but immigration punished. As an Edmonton

resident the educated man delivered newspapers, served french-fries.
There is an article in the paper he delivered, a story about the legend

of the Wendigo ... and I wonder if the journalist is haunted, I wonder 
if that writer wakes at night in terror, thinking of Li turning pages,

reading of evil, its want of flesh, the taste of blood. Li sat beside Tim,
not one word was spoken, the witnesses reported. Li is big, strong, and

young Tim was listening to his ipod, texting that he’d soon be home. 
He did not see the butcher knife that Vince concealed. The rampage 

was unexpected. Li stabbed the youth over and over; the Greyhound bus
stopped, people ran for the door as arterial spray splattered the old vinyl. 

Li came undone and beheaded his victim; the legend was reborn for
he consumed Tim’s eyes, swallowed the good soul he saw there, and then

he opened that bloody chest, gnawed a heart full of exuberance. He hacked 
off a nose and fingers, placed them into bags to savor later, he became the

Wendigo ,no, no, he’ll forevermore be Nian. Eventually, the police tazered
him. Not Criminally responsible, was the final verdict, due to mental illness,

hospitalization, not prison, and a mother’s tears savage an unjust stillness. 
Li was granted supervised day passes and walks the streets of Selkirk.

Four years, only four years, for devouring a life without provocation,
and a family struggles to pass Tim’s Law in a system that has gone mad...

There is a darkness that we can not see for it lies behind the eyes,
as stark as bone under a harvest moon, masquerading an appetite.






*Wendigo is an aboriginal evil spirit that is said to possess humans and turn them into cannibals... there have been communities in northern Alberta which have reported that people believed they were "turning wendigo." 

* The Nian is a Chinese mythological demon that hunts people and a part of the Chinese New Year tradition. 

*Tim's Law would ensure that people with mental illness who kill are kept institutionalized for life, without exception.

**The quote on top was taken from an interview with Li this year.

This is a true story. The Greyhound murder/cannabilism took place in July 2008.
May 2012 he was granted daypasses. The clock is ticking... it is only a matter of time before he is fully released... unless Tim's Law is passed.

May reason prevail.



FOR ARTICLES ABOUT THIS STORY

http://www.cbc.ca/fifth/2009-2010/bus_1170/timeline.html


http://www.vancouverobserver.com/city/crime/2008/08/15/tim-mclean%E2%80%99s-terrible-murder-and-its-strange-aftermath

http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Features/2008/08/11/6413481-sun.html

http://news.nationalpost.com/2012/05/22/greyhound-bus-beheader-vince-li-i-dont-hear-voices/



Long poem by Just That Archaic Poet | Details |

Humble Pie, Anyone

NOTE: This blog entry was erased because it was deemed "inflammatory". So I ask you, the audience: did this blog deserve to be erased? Let us read on as I have included it in my poetry section...

Poets, writers, and artists who are good at what they do have no need to publicly brag or boast about their art; it speaks for itself. For one to express or proclaim they believe they are even better than Shakespeare and the Masters of the past is to commit poetic heresy and blasphemy in my eyes. Such behavior is beyond uncouth and unbecoming of any artist. Anyone who actually expresses or believes that they are the "best" at whatever art form, in the world, or  at the very least on the internet, has a screw loose somewhere, I think. Narcissistic, delusional people make such erroneous statements, and I can only assume it comes from a place of low self-esteem perhaps, or possibly an inferiority complex. I think Kanye West is a poster-child and paragon of a deluded artist who thinks he is much greater than the sum of his parts. We do have a Kanye or two running amok here, sadly. 

I deplore and despise pretentiousness; it's a sin. It is repulsive and repugnant. Humility and modesty are virtues to which all artists should subscribe. I don't need to be told I am good at what I do nor do I have the compulsion to be a haughty public braggart. I should pity their erroneous proclamation, but instead it makes me angry. But I will let this ire subside for I will not allow unworthy people to rent space in my head. 
So, what am I getting at, you might be asking? Well, I'll be blunt: I am weary of the delusions  of grandeur, and the false sense of entitlement. Some people need a big ol' slice of humble pie, myself included at times. This may be considered "venting", but I ask you: is it venting when I am pointing out that humility is a virtue to strive for and pretentiousness is not? Is that "venting" or am I simply making a "philosophical" conclusion? This is where the water truly gets murky.

This is a belief, and is sharing one's beliefs so wrong? Am I to be silenced just because I voice my beliefs? Am I incorrect to express my laments regarding bloated egos, and hopes for a greater understanding of what ideals for which an artist should strive? 
Am I being "inflammatory", or am I just being honest? Is one's honesty and perception of truth the same as "venting"? Depends greatly on your point of view, I suppose. I am talking  to no one in particular, of course. It's just my fervent hope that people take a step back and re-evaluate their stance and perspectives; it would do us all a world of good. It's a New Year and never too late to change gears. I've learned a lot about myself in the past month or so. It may be time for more introspection and self-reflection. Dig deep; is that what you really believe? Let's all take a long, hard look in the mirror and ask ourselves: how are we behaving; is my ego in check; do I really need to brag and boast; is humility worth striving for; do I conduct myself as a "know it all"; do I really need to make sexist, self-aggrandizing  remarks; am I promoting peace and harmony or am I adding fuel to the fire? 

Naturally, I am well aware that this could be misconstrued as being "negative", but I am really speaking of my hope for change; for peace, balance, humility and modesty- publicly, of course. Tell your friends (as I will tell mine, also) in private of how great you and I are. Public virtue; private vice; that's the way of things...

END. I don' believe anything I voiced should have been deleted. I'm curious about what the rest of you think :) 


Long poem by Lea Hela | Details |

Obtain a peek to the long term associated with SWTOR

The actual area 1. 0. 1 had been performed this particular Wednesday currently about the server. But instead compared to relaxation, believe the actual designers associated with SWTOR and additional say right now the state discussion board since it goes using the video game, as well as exactly what content material is one of the participant within The month of january 2012. Within the recognized discussion board you might currently right now provide you with a peek to the long term associated with SWTOR.

Based on the discussion board publish through Kunz, Mind from the German born neighborhood, an earlier Brand new Year's Day time 2012, a totally brand new Flashpoint as well as a good broadened procedure to supply brand new content material. The actual Flashpoint ought to consequently a completely " new world " to occur in which the participant needs to combat a dreadful illness. The actual prolonged procedure however may key in the ball player in to "Karaggas palace". The entire procedure ought to be prolonged right here through 3 times. 3 brand new employers, as well as a minimum of as numerous legendary set-parts circular from the entire.
http://www.playerassist.com/swtor/

In addition, it had been stated with this discussion board publish, the actual designers associated with SWTOR will give you regularly with regard to brand new Flashpoints, Procedures as well as Warzones. The very first revise, that currently made an appearance with this Wednesday, offered and then repair the actual most detrimental insects as well as mistakes. Beginning within The month of january, the ball player may consequently anticipate the beginning of the actual main content material areas.

The majority of MMOs happen to be utilizing on the free-to-play design, SWTOR happens because mostly of the conditions. Bioware guards your decision right now, the actual lately released MMORPG in order to depend on monthly subscriptions. Reverse Joystiq talked each Bioware creators Grez Zeschuk as well as Beam Muzyka concerning the variations in between free-to-play as well as membership. Based on Zeschuk presently there producing space with regard to each versions, however through customers could be much more through video games such as SWTOR to obtain.

"The membership design nevertheless functions. We all know that many individuals state, 'Everything is actually free-to-play'. However that's just one component. A part of it's free-to-play is really a component interpersonal as well as conventional membership may carry on. The actual free-to-play individuals cannot commit towards the degree then one using the dimension as well as size to produce once we may. "But Bioware offers actually free-to-play game titles available, like the introduced from Gamescom "Warhammer: Wrath associated with Characters, inch that is presently within beta. As well as later on you will see an additional free-to-play offshoot of the recognized business.

"We nevertheless possess a couple of points in our unheralded free-to-play group, that we 'm happy. It'll restore a good IP in order to that lots of people possess loving reminiscences. inch.


Long poem by Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Details |

PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN CHALLENGE

This is my challenge a challenge to all
It’s only for the strong so some of you may fall
It’s a challenge so simple, but so hard to do
And this is the challenge, I set before you
Place down your arms and pick up your pen
Wish FOR PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

"I am better than you, why didn’t I come first?
You obviously can’t judge, you are the worst
It may be your contest but I think I should win
The rest of them suck, only worthy of the bin
If you don’t place me higher it’s because you are nuts
You know mine’s the best you haven’t t got the guts
I don’t like your contest, I’ll not write again
Remember PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN 

A line that is heard over the world at this time of year
Good wishes flying around and lots of good cheer
But is seems to me that we can never have peace
If even on a poetry site hostilities don’t cease
Who is the best… who really cares?
This site was a haven that poets made theirs
Male or female, we all took up a pen
There’s no PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

Bring back the days when we were here to write
The site that saw many through many a dark night
It helped and encouraged, it soothed savage brow
But not any more, just look at us now
We preach what we want, but don’t follow through
Our smooth little soup is a lumpy old stew
So here is the challenge and I say it again
WISH PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

Keep the tantrums and ego’s under wraps can you please?
Keep the back biting and *****ing under your sleeve
If you didn’t win, what does it matter at all?
If you enjoyed your writing, stand proud and stand tall
If you don’t like the rules then don’t enter the contest
Remember keep the peace, you surely will be blessed
Use your pen for some good and show true skills again
Lay down harsh words WISH GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

It’s no good just saying these words… that means nought
Think what you are saying, and give the words deep thought
If we practice what we preach and want peace on earth
Then that’s what we should work at for all we are worth
We wouldn’t hurt or belittle, brag or let our ego’s lead
We would all work for happiness, and make it our creed
Put tantrums away, stick the dummy back in and then
Truly WISH PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

For the stick I will get for writing this verse
Go on those that will… you may do your worse
But us Brits I must say, we have quite thick skin
I will stand tall and proud and take it on the chin
Try to live and let live and try to hurt no one
It’s got to be better than pens drawn at dawn
So take up my challenge I repeat it again
WISH PEACE ON THE EARTH AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

I am uneducated; there are some here so clever
But to me peace is paramount I wish it now and forever
When I joined the soup a haven it was
Now many are leaving and it’s possibly because...
We don’t need egos’ b****ing and cat fights
Banishment and tears, we just need good writes
So for this NEW YEAR why can’t we all take up our pen
And truly wish PEACE AND GOODWILL TO ALL MEN

GG 21 /12 2013 ©


Long poem by Leon Enriquez | Details |

HAIKUVERSE HARVEST

January juxtapose
More cold now
Beyond hot heat!


Cold cold air
Windy surprise;
Minus heat therapy?


Winding way whirls
Shiver seeding shiver
January jostling juice


Lotus sunbathe --
Muddy pond flavours
Mid-afternoon glare


Misdirected
Whim and fancy;
Windy detours


New year in late January,
Oozing days forfeit;
Scent of the times!


Why do I
Reason with reason;
To justify nothing


Wind chimes 
Breezy orchestra
Sparrow salute


Stillness
Silence sways calmly;
Usher enlightenment?


Haiku
Hokku
How To?


Vivid wonder
In nothing new;
Only fresh eyes


One by one
Images flash by;
Like old friends


Memory swirls
Round and round;
Circles to devour!


My darling dearest
Sleep-talking again;
Smiles pay tokens


So many curves:
Drop-dead gorgeous;
No time to sip!


Deep deep dark
Catch curvy craze
Sense stillness shout



No need for nice,
Just pay the price;
Indulge sheer surprise!


Here by
Lovely, lonely shore
No one but me!


New expressway
Halting jam frustration;
Missing clear detour!


When I speak
Words do not come;
Silence stays


Happiness:
Fleeting dry ice,
Carbon dioxide complex


Sublime
Subdued
Sensations


Glow in your eyes
Hint of sexy ideas --
Measured in your smile!


Love looks lovely
Rain running rowdy
Sheer shifting sights


Splendour courts,
Grandeur tiptoes ,
Silence succumbs


Igloo atmosphere
Air-con ice cold
Shivering skin tones


Tales awaiting
Weary bones;
Fireside conversations


Nature nurtures
Quaint restraint;
Silence raptures haiku


Sanguine rapture,
Observe the scenario;
Can you see now?


Pulse of new morning
Glow in your eyes;
Heart to heart


Moon glow
Aqua aura
Familiar wink


Somnolence
Scattering sensations
Swift spread sweetening


Slow morning edging
Indulgent
Indulgence


Wake-up call
Early morning darkness
Drowsy in dim light


Fumbling footsteps
Pre-dawn precursor
Tentative waiting

Drowsy
Dreamy
Discovery


Oil painting self-talk
Kostabi's  imagery
Passageway decor


Mind the view
Pending rapture
In-transit here


Feelings surge
Raw word fumbling
Echoes in reprieve


Listen
The wind calls
Whispers your name


Look to your self
As best you can;
Then understand


When and where
And how and why
Say who and what


Frozen time
Thaws to water
Down the drain


Time equals life
Oozing away
Does it matter?


Love plays
A game;
Only fools smile gleefully!



Leon Enriquez
09 Mar 2014
Singapore


Long poem by Hitendra Mehta | Details |

HE is ever welcome, not just at special time of year

Brief Prelude 
Diwali is a vivacious festival of Lights celebrated in India. It's big revelry time (akin to Christmas). The key symbolic aspect of festivity is lighting of oil lamps all around and indulging in fireworks. Night time, it's like stars descending on earth. .....Thanks
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Diwali, festival of Light, heralding victory of God over demon, festivity of days five 
Home ornamented with clay oil lamps, rangoli, toranas, revelry mood sky high       
Day one, Gold and utensil as a auspicious omen we did procure
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Day two, bath before dawn, new attire, puja marking victory of light over darkness
Day three, Diwali day, puja appeasing Lakshmiji – wealth and prosperity Goddess  
Day four, first day of New year, visiting, gifting and wishing good luck and cheer  
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Last day, "Bhai-duj" celebrated, symbolic of love between brother and sister 
Guests, akin to Lotus (only plant to simultaneously fruit and flower) 
Bond the spread out family petals, offering fruits of togetherness to savour 
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Family get together, time to feast on sweet delicacies barfi, pedas, ladoo 
New attire, exchange sweets and gifts, foster closeness with start of year new
Children bursting crackers, fireworks all around resembling stars so near
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Most enjoy, few resent, visiting kith and kin impinge on their private spaces
Children often hide their favourite toys, adults manipulate their choices
Innocently same kids bond instantly, lesson to adults in guest fever 
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Sad is moment when petals scatter, guests bid adieu, 
Lotus crushed, loneliness odour replacing fragrance for days few
Guests are God in disguise, HE is ever welcome, why just at special time of year ?
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year
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Note : In Indian tradition, "Atitithi Devo Bhava", sanskrit phrase meaning - Guests are form of God. 

Rangoli : Drawing of multi-colour decorative forms, omens, in front of threshold

Toranas : String of fresh marigold-cum-mango leaves hung at entrance

Barfi, Pedas, Ladoo : Sweet delicacies 

Bhai Duj : Brothers & sisters meet to express love and affection for each other

(For contest - "Holiday Home" by Linda Marie - The Sweetheart of P.S.)



Long poem by Shane Cogan | Details |

Too many lost orange sunsets

Too many lost orange sunsets by Shane Cogan

Oh why do I care 
Oh why do I still cry
So many years I have lost crying over you
So many lost words 
So many lost crimes
Now a million times
I keep thinking back to that last kiss
Oh so long
too many tears
Why did you leave?
Why did I never see it coming?

Time after time, yet another one
Cloud after cloud, I wept over you
Tear after tear 
you crept back into my mind
This has to stop, she said
Why, oh why, can't I just not let go?
Why, oh why must I not let it go?

It just keeps coming back
Again and again, brighter each time
More orange, always on track
I cant take it any longer
I don’t want to see its image
Too many years 
I have lost time over you
Too many people
Too many fallen stars
Too many false hopes
Too many lost tears
Too many broken dreams
Too many lost friends
Why, oh why, can't I just not let go?
Why, oh why must I not let it go?

Here it comes again, the long lost orange sunset over the horizon
I don’t want to see it 
I don’t want it in my head
I just want to be that crazy-filled-happy-dizzy-weird person again
Oh, just for one day
Oh, just for one day not to see that image
Leave my head 
let me live in peace
Instead I return to bed
I wish I could press release
Instead here you come again
A flash reminder, please go away
Feels like a grinder, please go away
Lost so many close ones
Came so close to new ones
Back you came, the hurt
Back you came, the regrets
This has to stop
This has to end
This cannot go on
For ten years, year after year
every new year, my lost years
Why, oh why, can't I just not let go?
Why, oh why must I not let it go?

Finally a new crazed one 
maybe a chance
family pressure 
friends measure
I need to surrender 
I need to ease this pain
I need to pretend 
instead I transcend
Instead there it is again, oh no, oh no
I continue to see the long lost orange sunset disappear for too many years
Time after time, yet another one
Cloud after cloud, I wept over you
Tear after tear 
you crept back into my mind
This has to stop, she said

How much more can I take?
Even a drug does not last this long
Some find the cure, others a substitute
A decade long chain
A decade long stain
A falling grey rain
A new name
A lost game
A book of strain
A flawed brain
I need to regain
I need to refrain
And then it comes, my journey floats me away 
upwards, upwards, upwards... 
towards, towards, towards... 
upwards... 
and it all starts
again and again. 





 
 
 







Long poem by Joe Flach | Details |

New Years Eve in the ER

The doctors and nurses in the Emergency Room prepared themselves for the 
longest night of the year – New Year’s Eve going into New Years day.

As morbid as it may be, they even had a pool going to guess the time of the first 
alcohol related incident to come into the ER.  He had 11:30.  The clock showed 
11:00.  All was quiet, except for the broken leg in pod 1 as the result of a young 
man falling off of a ladder putting up New Years decorations.  This patient had not 
even started drinking yet.

They heard the sirens in the distance as the radio call came in announcing two 
ambulances were on their way with victims from a car crash – 11:15, Nurse 
Thompson’s entry in the pool.

Dr. Sampson took the first patient, a 30-ish man, conscious with blood streaming 
from his head.  The smell of alcohol was prevalent.  His patient was a young woman 
on a respirator with IV’s already in place.  Walking beside the rolling stretcher was 
her husband, holding her hand, tears running down his face as he said, “We were 
on our way here.  Her water broke at about 10:00.  This guy ran the red light and 
slammed right into us.  Is she going to be okay?”

An ER social worker took the husband to a waiting area as the doctor began barking 
out orders to nurses and attendants in assistance.

The drunk driver, of course, would be okay – for some reason, they usually always 
are.

The husband and would-be father sat sobbing as police officers led the offender out 
of the hospital and into their waiting patrol car.  No word yet from the team working 
on his wife and child.

He heard fireworks from outside the window in the waiting area and could hear a 
few, “Happy New Years” being shared by doctors and nurses in the hallways.  

New Years was also welcomed in in the Central Time Zone, Mountain Time Zone and 
Pacific Time Zone before the doctor walked out to meet the husband in the waiting 
area.  The look on the doctor’s face said it all.  The social worker joined them as the 
doctor simply said, “I’m sorry.  We could not save your wife – but your son is doing 
fine.”

The news crew that was at the hospital to report on the first baby born in 2011 
decided to cancel their story.  Nurse Thompson did not collect the pool money.   The 
father was led to a room in the maternity ward where he fed his new son formula 
from a bottle.

Maybe, just maybe, someone will read this story and schedule to have a cab take 
them home from the New Years Eve party and this story can remain a fictional tale.  
Maybe.


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