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He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship
and was now a full fledged printer
earning a magnificent sum of eight dollars a week.
My wages were three dollars per week.
Mrs. Miller found reasons for sending
me to the office frequently
and he was easy to talk to.
It wasn’t long before
he asked me to go to a movie
and I readily agreed.
Movies tickets at our local theatre
were twenty-five cents, usually.
The first movie we went to was called
“The Housekeeper’s Daughter”
starring Joan Bennett.
I don’t remember a thing about the story.
The next week he called again
and this time
the movie he wanted to take me to was
“Gone With The Wind”.
I protested that it was too expensive.
This time he would have to spend
fifty cents each on tickets
and the movie was so long that
there was an intermission
and I knew he would want
to buy refreshments, but
I didn’t take much persuading
and we went all out for that
evening of entertainment.
This time I did remember the story.
From that evening forward ,
he was a daily caller at our home
and my mother did her best
to keep him fed.
Most of our dates were merely
a stroll down town and back
as we had no car.
We heard on the radio that
Major Bowe’s Amateur Hour
was coming to a bigger town
about thirty miles away
and both of us decided we would like to
attend that function.
Money would be a problem
on our wages, so we decided
to save up for it.
One of us bought a dime bank and
we each put any spare dime we could,
into the bank.
It held five dollars.
We managed to have
five dollars worth of dimes
by the time the big day arrived.
Dad lent us his car
and off we went.
I don’t know what the tickets cost
but we had enough to buy them
plus enough to
indulge in an ice-cream soda
at the big town soda fountain.
1940 was the year our story started.
In March of 1941
he left for Detroit, Michigan
where he had heard he could find work
at a decent wage.
He sent a telegram
that he’d found a job
at $50.00 a week.
He had a minister and marriage license.
I had never been away from home before
but I traveled to Detroit and
we were married in July of 1941.
Honorable Mention
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Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
immediate
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
instant she
remained
taking form
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
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Wandering barefoot,
whispering sweet sentiments
of haunting pleasures.
A touch that never phased me -
a kiss from her heaven lips.
Tangerine horizons,
appeared like flames in brown eyes.
Lovebirds gazed in awe,
as her lust soaked my passion.
Night rhythms sang to the stars.
We lay until dawn,
adrift in love's melodies,
under moonlight's shroud.
First blink to our morning skies
was wrapped in her angel wings.
A Tanka is a type of short poem, similar to a Haiku, of 8th century Japanese origin which are often written to express self-reflection, love, or gratitude. A suitor would compile a Tanka and send it to a woman the following day after a date. The woman would then reply back in kind. The poems were like short, secret messages expressing gratitude, love, meaning, or desire, and often climaxed in a persuading message.
Across the land, and in the wind, a way of life would end
Who could have known, when sons were born how deep the blood would run?
Their legends were a journey, that rode against the wind
With prowess, and a valor that is left to memory
Chanted by all their elders, to teach and touch the moon
The flute will tell their stories, and smoke will circle high,
then, drift with loss, and death, and cost, till silent ashes die.
We know of them , ….the sons of dawn, and daughters of the trees
Who watched the eagle sweep the sky, for signs of what would come
They heard the stars speak to the moon, soft whispers in the breeze
The young and old, who carved a place must face what would be gone
Proud and brave against the night when right would turn to wrong
Hearts bled a river, filled with pain. The dusk was red with white men's shame
Rain whispers to a sun filled sky, persuading showers to wash the stains
Where buffalo will graze again, and grasses sway against the wind
Their spirit lived, although the songs, gave thunder a new sound
Pride tends to dying embers, and legends linger on
The songs still blend into the breeze, and trees will shelter man and child
whose heritage is carved in stone, to never feel the threat of shame
or never cringe in vain. Yet...the river always knows
The rock, the leaf, the ruddy dust, would coat the valley floor
The cost, the loss, the bloody core, is gone, forever, more
Sin is so very an attractiveness thing
our flesh bows to its allurements
believing its suttle words so suggestive
its power holds us in its amusements
The Bible declares sin so dangerous
it corrupts and corrodes the heart
makes it deceitful and desperately sick
totally blinding us in no small part
This evil all came in at the garden in Eden
Eve rebelling from all that was good
persuading herself the tree was fine food
then convinced Adam both misunderstood
Sin dresses attractively in our fallen state
luring us to think that all is going be right
deluding each of us to our own folly
no wonder God says stand true to fight
Paul warns us speaking to the Ephesians
be strong and armed against devil's cunning
for our enemy, the devil uses sin to blind us
look to the Lord to send Satan running
Love sought me out
Never leaving me in doubt
From my Mother’s eyes
Shining bright, alive, life-size
Love silenced all my fears
Wiping away my tender tears
Reassuring my soul of hope
Silencing weeping so I could cope
Love braved the coldest dread
Making me feel joy instead
Encouraging my faith, my trust
Erasing worry and every disgust
Love singled me out to believe
Silencing uncertainty, so I receive
Promises of a future so bright
It’s pretty much black and white…
Love lives inside, always smiling
Charming, persuading, beguiling
Creating a home for every dream
Where God’s wonder reigns supreme
Love like this is alive, a dancing fire
Reminding the heart to believe and admire
The grace that brings relief and peace
It will never go away, never release
The heart from its amazing conviction
That love is more than simply addiction
Love is the prayer and the solution
Love is the heart and soul’s restitution
Like a light burning away the darkness
Removing the past’s haunting, its starkness
With the brilliance of a passion so alive
The feelings inside the heart will forever thrive
God is love and love is God
Wherever you go, here or abroad
There is no doubt that love abides
Joy, hope and peace it always provides
Love like this is a wonder
Nothing can ever put it asunder
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
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I have been
A shut in and shut out
Kicked in and kicked out
Strung up and strung out
Sore thumb that's stuck out
I'm not a saint or girl scout
But I've cut ink and bled out
Mi vida loca like "Blood In Blood Out"
And each one I've wrote about
Knowing at least I'm not a sell out
This is the therapy of my soul shout!
I'm not looking for a handout
Persuading you I have clout
I do this for me…
If this you ever do doubt
Then you can kick rocks and get the hell out
The serpent called her
And as if swans carried her light airy behind
She ran through the cooling blue vines of the garden
Into a jungle that puffed magenta steam clouds
Circumventing cawing crowds of warning green fowl
She wasn’t startled by the beast’s bright yellow face
Nor his elongated serpentine demeanor
In fact she formed a one-woman army of souls
That would one day inhabit her entire planet
She listened to his soft persuading elocute
And dreamed to appropriate her ghostly master
He entwined and penetrated her quiescent mind
Persuading and enticing with promised power
She became the trained monkey of the tempter
The first of millions that would soon go after her
Like a hungry macaque she climbed the great tree
In search of her creator’s forbidden construct
Reaching the golden fruited orb with heated breath
She plucked it without hesitation or regret
Racing through a luscious sea of green and amethyst
She finds her sleeping mate beneath a giant mushroom
She awakens him with an erotic purring
Her tantalizing womanhood nude for his taste
Drunken from her enveloping draining pleasure
He accepts her offer of golden fruited prize
As they greedily dinned the garden slowly died
And the master revoked their immortality
Clothed with wilting turquoise leaves to cover new guilt
They fled their luscious home for the valley of death
Never to return
Persuading October from her quiet lair
Shedding the pleasures of life’s fictional realms
Mouthwatering plunder, gathering to share
Swirling through the silence, round oaks, pines and elms
Secrets and shadows reflecting nature’s rush
Flames of ginger, shushing dark who overwhelms
Sweet dreams are splattered with hope by God’s paintbrush
Storm wrecking peace calms souls who reflect this time
Much like a coryphée, plied by a wood thrush
Closing those moments by the sea, maritime
Breathing in crisp air, whispering a prayer
Carrot colored leaves twirl in a soothing rhyme
Reflections so daring arrive on sun’s glare
Lifting the past’s tears with grace beyond compare
THE TOKEN POETRY EDITOR
Sexless, unloved, this poem tycoon
Reads the heart’s treasures as the brain's boon,
And riven with erudition, explores the spaces
Where uninvited couplets kill the places
With talk of probity and probability.
This mortgaged toad of honesty gives glee
To those who find in truth a rash offence
And save their daily lies in deference
To a lone columnist like herself, persuading
All that is needed is this harvest of envious raiding
To feed the bonfire of youth and exploitation –
The seducer’s vocabulary of apt explanation
On why God is absent from the universe,
And can only be heard in exploding verse.
(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Devil
Dark, evil
Twisting, manipulating, tormenting
Struggle between right and wrong
Persuading, reassuring, convincing
Light, righteous
Angel
Elements Part 3: WATER - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
I've seen pictures but never the authentic beauty,
for one can never explain such flowing cascades,
Niagara Falls has stolen my sadness while broody,
what a marvel mother nature has made.
Wonder one of the seven seen within earth's creations
Above Lake Erie bordering Canada while cascading
Torrents of Niagara Falls impermeable from hydration
Exquisite attraction in America, I watch the cataracts fading
Rain and snow activate the collecting of precipitation
Falls of water chute down strong, my essence serenading
All the spectacles have exceeded my curious expectations
Lingering tourists are enthralled, streams can be persuading
Latitude of distance the water enforces without explanation
Watching the strong current energize while it invigorates,
I wonder what the crystallization would look like if the falls could solidify.
I can't imagine seeing a single glimpse as the frosty snow saturates.
In wintry weather the streams don't freeze; requisite while the falls mystify.
~Date Written: April 2, 2016~
Why is it:
we plant gardens
but we garden plants?
we call natural medicines drugs
and we call unnaturally produced drugs medicines?
we label our disease-addicted corporate-insurance complex
a humane "health care system"?
we prefer fetal alcohol syndrome, pickled livers, and dead drunk outcomes
to THC induced probable failure to ever develop yet another over-yanged Type A personality,
with an antisocial proclivity for sprouting pickled livers and other deadly outcomes?
we tend to respond to uninvited Type B personality invitations
with Type A fully-alert personalities,
yet we respond to uninvited Type A demands
with Type B laissez-faire, neglect, and cognitively hypnotized languishing?
the older our nation grows
the younger our culture appears to prefer?
we pay more and more to elect politicians
who produce positive economic priorities and outcomes less and less?
the louder and longer I persist in persuading you of my wisdom
the shorter and softer grows your attention span
and capacity to hear me?
we produce prodigious amounts of dispossession destined for the trash
yet we seldom intend to ever possess and take ownership of our future trash?
Business As Usual economists respond to eco-logical health
as if their home eco-nomial turf were some alien crazy wealth?
domineering competitive Business As Usuals
fail to see we are a sustainable cooperative economy's
most significant source for disinvestment
away from Earth design health
and resilient development wealth?
we seldom have enough time to notice and appreciate new places and faces
but we drag through ponderous time invested in the same ol' retiring spaces?
if some communication event between two people
is called a transaction
then we think "economics,"
but if some communication event between two non-humans
is called a relationship
then we think "ecology"?
that digital information is always binary
but polynomial information is not assumed to also flow binomially balanced?
we invest in gardening well-crowned edible and ornamental gardens
but we often find it prudent
to nationalistically divest
of co-evolving nutrition-rooted Earth?
The fat black cat was lazy.--but he was loved.
He had a favourite place to sleep--up above.
High up in the ganghut tree-- on a stump.
He would struggle up it daily-- he was plump.
He had several whiskers missing-- due to fights.
He always preferred darkness--never light.
His eyes they really sparkled-- they were green.
Often he"d go missing--never seen.
He always turned up early-- for his food.
He purred around your legs -- he was good.
His rough tounge lapping milk-- it was pink.
He never went near water-- except to drink.
He liked to lie on beds-- spread out flat.
He was very hard to lift-- he was fat.
He would stare out any window-- he was nosey.
He loved electric fires-- they were cosy.
His life was good and rich -- he was happy.
until the household bought a PUPPY!--it was Yappy.
It encroached upon his space--that he hated.
But what to do about it --he just waited.
He hatched a cunning plan-- he was clever.
To get rid of that silly dog-- once and forever.
He would tell him of a meeting-- get together.
That the dog would have to go there--oh what ever!
The silly dog went with him-- his tail wagging.
He did not take much persuading--no, no nagging.
Come and meet your fellow friends-- other hounds.
Fat cat promptly ditched him--in the dog pound.
There was uproar in the house-- wheres the dog?
But fat cat he just slept-- like a log.
He grew bigger in retirement-- rather large.
But he knew the house was his --i"m in charge!
Lost in the divine languor of deaths sleep
Somewhere distant he heard the call of his name…
Barely sensing the avidity of life’s gift
Recalling the auger of the messiahs promise…
He rebuked the plea under the swathe of deaths eye,
Again the distant voice demanded of him
Forcing him to recall all that he had once been…
Beheld of the need to carry the word
Forcing himself to his feet inside the dark sepulcher…
Consciousness breached the boundaries of his mind,
With a heavy breath he carped at the pain
Racking through a body lost in the rigid shroud of death…
With each aching footfall he moved toward his salvation,
Again came the command, “Come forth”
The cherubic beauty of the voice persuading him…
Lazarus stepped into the light to live again.