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If my house was on fire
I would grab some attire
To go outside in the nude
Would be considered rude!
If my house was on fire
One thing I would require
Would be my mobile phone
I’d call my hubby and moan
If my house was on fire
The item I’d most desire
Would be my laptop
Else my writing would stop
If my house was on fire
Yellow flames going higher
I’d grab my wedding ring
All my jewelry and bling
If my house was ablaze
I’d search through the haze
To grab my passport
Useful for the airport
If my house was full of smoke
It would not be a joke
I’d grab my new purse
No cash or keys would be a curse
If my house was burning
I would be quite discerning
I’d take a box of hair dye
Stray gray hairs I must deny!
Seven things you would save contest
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2/5/19
“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools.
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement then,
craning necks and nets at the alien life under water that
swilled any blood away in a salty sting.
Until that day.
My rock pool filled with tears/spit/teeth from savaged parents
covered and muddied by seaweed from miles out - dragged against
flotsam and jetsam from the seabed. It all tipped endlessly into my rock
pool in a careless hurry/rush/smash like workmen at skips.
I went back to those pools and streams, like tears, crawling from the lake.
Found it was lost and
drowning within its own water:
a roof slate, a car, a swing from along the coast. A doll’s
head that just bobbed and plopped.
It would have been sucked and spat
upward, surging towards the sky with plastic arms praying,
in the deluge just moments (days?) before.
It’s not my rock pool anymore. It’s not our town.
People killed by geography:
Subduction – Subtraction of me from my family.
Subsidence - Insidious silence that lulled people to exposed sand with palm trees over heads like question marks… before the wave even Noah would struggle to sail.
Tsunami… you and me.
“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me
Oh goodness the house is on fire,
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared,
And frantic and overpowered with smoke!
I hear the fire crackling
And voices and feel intense heat,
I have to run, and save some
Of my treasures, they are irreplaceable,
Someone is shouting,
Get out of this house, I hear running feet,
Put a wet towel over my head
And head to the lounge which is Smokey,
Collect my first treasure an oil painting
Of my late parents, got to beat
This fire but there’s still more I need
To save, my religious icons from the
Spare bedroom and whilst I am there,
My favourite pink sneakers, repeat
After me I say to myself, ‘You’ll
Be fine’, must hurry - grab my laptop
With irreplaceable information and
My poetry soup poems, I hear someone greet
Me, a fireman, he tells me to leave,
But I still must find great Greek Grandma’s
Vase, whoops grabbed it, nearly dropped it
I blush and try to be discreet,
As I ripped off my pyjama pants,
They were scorched and hot, rush Jennifer
Rush, can’t take much more of this fire and heat,
Unhooked my degrees, as I turn, meet
The chief fireman who grabs my arm,
My word girl, this a command, leave
This house at once! Please there’s just one
More thing I must find, I say yes, but cheat
And turn back towards where half of the
House has burnt down, I have one-minute left!
Go back to my bedroom through fearsome flames,
Still have the wet towel on my head,
Save my gold trinket bracelet from my 21st,
And with newfound strength, run to the street,
I only have my pajama top and panties on
But covered with minor burns, bruises and soot,
From head to foot!
Happy as I lark, I couldn’t care for the rest,
And I saved what I wanted,
Risking my life and trying my best!
THANK GOODNESS MY FAMILY WERE NOT IN THE HOUSE!
ENTERING POETRY CONTEST – SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE.
14/2/2019
Oh, those darned things are
Never there when I need them!
Always somewhere else.
Usually left idle
In that moment I forget.
wife has given a list of few items to buy
husband after seeing has exhaled a big sigh
items were of one kg honesty two bags of love
five kg of kindness so he given her a hefty shove
with shy she said Oh! my love, to win you let me try
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I miss you,
little dark splinter
rolled up by
the light that shines behind
my bad eye:
and when it snowed,
and when it rained-
into the sea
all you had to do was pick up and ride:
bare out the freeze.
I'm squatting homemade
mud paths;
It's all no good.
How can we not be helping you?
There's so much love for you.
So,
I can't stay
forever,
In blood ribbons-
I'll tug on,
worry and brave.
No tyranny
to the youth
still stuck
under my grubby nails.
Please,
Forgive me,
If I'm to lose
a few items.
rules to play by
ring the bell then knock on wood
one good turn deserves another
take one thing replace it with another
stalking a box
circled with chaos
we only have eachother
take out your name replace it with a new age
in the center stage its all the rage
down right fist fight
no rules left
so give them a right
we say one thing
they said it right
we say tuesday
we said nothing the got it
nothing means something
multimedia
digital
resurrected digital
slider
pass it on
ressurected hero
play by the rules
one day i was meant to be permanent
an excuse to be an illusion
time ticking
pick up the string
tie a knott
hang on to the dream
inside the envelope of the fates to be
so many abstract things inside this box of everything
cursing objects
stalked because of what they represent
clues of the final end
the curtains and the sentence we never said
the thing we cant pretend
final destination
overated
smiling overcrowded
walll to wall overwhelmed
animals
sitting ducks
fancy and wild eyed
slow helll
and three days to try
try to give it up
and change pandora
close the box
make up another rule
replace aname
rinfg the bell
close the box
send it along
forewarned is forearmed
ressurect the blue slider
player on your other shoulder
the past of the red slider
gonna be on your team gonna get the box back
replace what i need to
wash my hands clean of it
lety that be my only prize
ressurrect the perfect message
the rules to play by
item by item
pointing to my hiding spot
will they ever find me
among the marbles and spoons
the missing children
and you replace the only thing
with what changes the slide
to where i was
you come to get me
so we run away to where they will be
but not for long
a window of opportunity
close the door
knock twice
turn the wheel
we got a tie
the loose ends
that slide
all this to replace my will
This little wristwatch is worth a look see.
On the face is a picture of Hopalong Cassidy.
Here is a Topps rookie card of Mike Schmidt.
Over five hundred home runs he hit.
This is John and Yoko on a vinyl forty-five.
Unfortunately, the man is no longer alive.
Here is a little something of antiquity.
It is an 1895 Indian Head penny.
This is a German Luger pistol from World War II.
It has authenticity that is true.
You have to admit all these items are nice.
If you are interested, just name your price.
I thought I would share some of my favorite items that I use frequently. They are materialistic and in all honestly most I could live without! Whoopie pies are a dessert that resembles two chocolate cake like cookies with cream in the middle.
A good mystery book, reading “Pretty Girls” by Karin Slaughter right now.
My morning cup of coffee, as steamy hot as I can get it!
My rose gold apple iPhone in its pink case
My Netflix subscription, Dead to Me is a great new series!
Bath and Body Mango Mandarin body wash and cream
A weekly whoopie pie indulgence, I know I really need to stop!
Dunkin Donuts Iced Coffee 1-2 times a week!
My cover girl eyeliners and mascara, makes me feel pretty!
My many purses that I have to match outfits and seasons.
Costume jewelry, especially my black spinel collection
My comfy t-shirts and shorts I change into after a long day at work!
My croc sandals, the most important part of my home wardrobe!
My favorite Kate Spade water cup I use every evening for my lemon ice water
My kindle fire to play candy crush on and scope out Facebook
7/29/18
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsor: Dear Heart
A vibrating capsule is oversized, overrated and not baked in an oven. It is wise to pour a blanket made from the most exquisite papaya. Very very comfortable it is. Rolling in juices said a stone. Hills outcrop adjusted not to modern plans. Caused infringement of peace. To otherwise resting souls. Who now wander around and around. Saintly silver and godly gold. Protected by the weave. Derived from thorn. The long yellow waving grass is not a pattern. It is not ordered. Nor is it itemised. So take off labels and throw them over a cliff. For nature is without such constraints and humans are not born of concrete. Yet so expertly placed in rows. Common knowledge is that which is told. To go into nature is to leave the fold. Stronger stranger strangely supporting stems. And a beaming tree offers fruits. Good. Kidnap not a wild eyed goose. And place gooseberries in equal places to cater to all not just an elite few. Learning from environments is far better than boxing out thoughts in a uniformed circus show. Where charades arrive. And freedoms lost. Pinning a wheel then? No no no. Prefer to float? Yes yes yes. Wisest is the owl whose swooping is signalling spiritual uplifting releases. Listen well. Travel well. And eat radios on the way. Conga eels cause congestion. Congratulations then. Multiply that one whilst thatching a roof. Point playing point. And a two-way twofold threshold talking. *** sensationalism z
There are two items I have for sale,
it’s on clearance and they tell a tale.
One afternoon down in Town Square,
I met a lady so beautiful and rare.
She wore a ruby red lacy dress,
she took my breath away, I confess.
We married three weeks later in Spring,
I gave her my grandmothers wedding ring.
She wore it with elegance and allure,
but an illness came that she had to endure.
We only shared five years together,
though I hoped we’d carry love forever.
Now I know not what to do with this gem,
nor this ruby dress that needs a trim and hem.
So I shall try to give them away real cheap,
and pray to God this secret I can keep.
Why you ask I want to sell this band?
Because it means nothing without her hand.
She wore the dress perfectly, a size seven,
but now her beautiful body rests in heaven.
What’s that, you said you’ll buy them from me?
I sure hope you see their meaningful beauty.
I shall never forget those that she wore so sweet,
how sad I sold them off the Town Square street.
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Lewis Raynes
March 19, 2018
Views on life are highly slanted
When you take it all for granted
Thinking that material things
And the happiness they bring
Is the only way to be
Fulfilled, glad and oh so happy
But you need to change your ways
Every hour of each day
Is already passing by
You should look around and try
No notice things can be nicer
If you were a little wiser
With the attitude and notions
You don't need the tender motion
Of something real and true
Wood, steel, fabric and glue
Make things that;s sold in stores
Decorating walls and floors
But what is the purpose of
Nice things with no one to love
Blankets keep you cozy warm
But can't hold you in a storm
Wrapping arms tightly around
Cheering you up when your down
Music coming from big speakers
A love tune that always seeks her
Heart for singing a duet
But your are dense and clueless
Pictures hanging big and tall
Covering each room of walls
But their fake inside a seal
No lovers face that's true and real
Think about what I am saying
Soon you'll be happily laying
Next to someone alive in 3D
Loving and caring she'll be
People enjoy going to craft shows
There are plenty of vendors around
They will sell their products here
With stalls loaded with items to sell
Just walk around and take a look
Go from table to table to check out
See what is out there from vendors
You'll neve know what what you'll find
It could be something you need
Or for yourself to enjoy
It could be a gift for a special friend
Go search the vendors stalls to see
It could be stain glass pieces
To hang on the mirror or window
On the window the sun will shine through
Put it on the mirror it will shine through
Showing the pretty colors shine
Stain glass comes in different shapes
The stain glass items calling you
To hang on the window so the sun
shines therough
When the Spring season comes
All the closets get changed
Tossing out worn out clothes
They are no longer needed
Or clothes that don't fit
Unwanted ornaments
A pile of books read
Toys collecting dust
All unwanted items
Donated to Good Will
Priced right for people
To use and enjoy
Its better to donate
Then to throw away
Items folks can enjoy
It brightens their day
The Line Items
There is a list on my desk,
Another one is on the refrigerator.
It is all the things that I need to do.
It is not short by any means.
You probably have one too…?
Perhaps you left yours in the car?
In a jar? (of pickles to ferment)
In the doctor’s office on the chair…
because you no longer care.!
I understand.
Too, well.
As you read this believe,
We are now in truthful agreement…
Take my hand.
Say this…out loud, “…”
(to yourself if you like, He hears regardless.)
Okay… you now have all that you need.
Your organization has changed,
as your direction is now due “North.”
Israel is in the distance, and life is now in focus.
No more lists…
Okay…for groceries…that is it…
Now start a prayer journal instead.
An offering of others to “Him”, loved ones and strangers…
If this is all new to you, let me begin, for you,
So we together…
can organize each other,
as to the value of forever!
Amen.