I am looking out my dining room window, overlooking the birdbath in the small garden of my flat. The arum lilies have added a new bloom—just as the last one is dying off—beside the grave marker of my pet: not just any dog, but my trusty emotional support animal. A black bird takes an early morning bath in the yet icy-cold water, while another waits impatiently for its turn.
the arum lilies
are exceptionally showy
this year—
the etymology
of my name
captured
by the S f U l Z o E w T e T r E s
it’s five months
since his passing
emotions
plumose …
Mr. Abbott
Mr. Abbott bought a
steam powered Stanley
He felt it made him
look rather manly
He has a large
handlebar moustache
Constantly covered in
soot and ash
In his finery,
goggles and gloves
He would wave at his
imaginary loves
Over the hills
and over the dales
He would frequently stop
for supplies and sales
Horses would buck,
cows would “moo”
Whatever the terrain,
the Stanley got through
At the end of the day
back in the barn,
Mr. Abbott, in his chair
would weave a yarn
His stories were
colourful and bold
Renowned for being
exceptionally told
As the years drew past
the Stanley would sit
Stiffening up
becoming unfit
The trusty machine finally
rested in a meadow
Until today,
saved by Jay Leno
Diagonal Dory lived on an incline
She detested hearts, circles or a straight line.
Her name was perfect, exceptionally fine.
She served all of her food in a zigzag line.
You are not a bird, nor a character in X-Men
Yet a precious gift from heaven above
With almond eyes, pink lips and fair skin
You are a masterpiece the Potter created
Exceptionally gifted, radiant, and true
You brighten our days in all that you do
No joy compares to having you around.
A wonder crafted with endless love.
The women in the kitchen are exceptionally pretty
Because they are my relatives, and they love me
My mother is wearing a red dress, but it is muted
Aunt Sue is dressed in green with a fancier apron
The entire house smells like vanilla and cinnamon
I salivate the minute I enter the kitchen
You may have one cookie before lunch, mother says
How can I choose just one?
My favorite cookies are all over the place
Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies
Gingerbread cookies, frosted sugar cookies
“Okay, two,” she says, seeing my dilemma.
My aunt sneaks me a third cookie when my mother turns.
“I saw that!” My mother says, without looking.
I am only seven, but I know she has eyes all around her head.
My aunt laughs, but I am scared now. What else does Mom know?
An excerpt from my new short story:
After Adolf received Alois' final inheritance in 1913, he moved to Munich, Germany. During his Vienna years living in squalor, Adolf was keenly interested in the makeup of Vienna's multicultural society. Those living in the upper class were a mixture of cultures. Mostly made up of Jews. However, at that time, negativity stemmed from all the races. During his last years in Vienna, now as a young adult, the dark lord remained diligent. Adolf had a circle of friends who were Anti- Semitics.
National Socialist German Workers Party, better known as the Nazi Party. The dark lord's student has advanced himself towards a teacher's status. He is still on the ropes but is ripening from green. He has exceptionally distinguished himself as a notoriety. His prospectus holds assurances. Hope builds a future as evil takes the lead and lays down the foundation.
She Reigns
Tis not today which thee will fail, Harken! Harken! My harnessed veil.
Venom may sweep your gaze away. Travesty! Dare not to look my way.
O, no, but come now, lovers. Give my course gesture no bother.
Tis only, only grace bereaved, against thy spirits stripped. Bare of safety, many lips
split and garments torn from dead seas and mounts! Once there were lands of the devout.
Here, Your Majesty, inviteth thee, all who burn. Settle thine self in her welcome reserve.
This, be one and yon only command; Your Queen says, DANCE!
Yes, yes…tis exceptionally grand. I grant you favor, Greet ye to balance.
Your Quenn, sits pleased and induced to laughter.
A SEASON DISCREET
Summer comes and goes, I know
Perhaps I just missed it, this year
A season that hardly differs here
Slow to appear, and is soon to go
Summer arrives yet leaves so fast
Rarely ever in any mood to linger
Autumn merely has to lift a finger
And daily sunshine is gone at last
Summer again just came and went
Daily heat barely lasting a few days
And exceptionally, it might amaze
Yet soon all of its warmth is spent
Summer, thought the ideal season
It’s love and laughter, kids at play
For some, too soon to pass away
Yet it has both rhyme and reason
Summer, a memory that is fleeting
Nature, with the bounty of spring
It may think that it has everything
Perhaps only a heart that’s beating
he knew everything; the answers were clear
exceptionally confident, for he was eighteen
youthful exuberance kept his ideals safe
dreaming of his future was a joy at this age
advantage of being young is super power of feeling invincible
yelling his truth to the moon in his heyday of life
I treasure each memory
That is my mind I see
Each day is so blessed
That I have until I rest
A song to sing along
Pictures that belong
And times together will be
In smiles and laughter exceptionally
I could not pick a day
For one only to stay
Each had something true
Forever and always with you.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Written By: D. Collins 5/7/24
Goodness in people dominates from the inside out.
Dismissing downtrodden people is not what it's about.
To avoid panhandlers' people would take a different route.
To ensure their lack of bathing didn't land on their suit.
Goodness is generational and not in every child.
Some have that "Gift" while others run wild.
It is the biggest diamond, along with a hoard of gold.
That one God-Given thing that could never be sold.
It's either in you or it ain't to be exceptionally good.
A different kind of liquid running through your blood.
A human characteristic that cannot be duplicated.
It reciprocates love rather than unwarranted hatred.
Exceptionally tenebrous is this evening ceiling
One lit candle would be seen for miles appealing
That within the pitch-black, a snare is concealing
A minibeast with stinger at the caudal revealing
Bronze gazes could without effort hold anything
Cancer, the big 'C',
Do you think you mean anything to me?
My Uncle has got you,
You've taken my beautiful daughter too.
But while I am able I will continue to fight,
And I will fight you with every bit of my might.
Slowly we are finding new ways,
To get rid of you and we will make sure you finally pay.
I want to beat you, I want you to feel awful pain as you slowly feel your life fade away.
I hope that you have others that rely on you,
So as you painfully go they can feel the pain to.
I know that at the moment you can sneak and hide away, and I bet you feel exceptionally strong,
But all of mankind are waiting for you to do just one thing wrong.
Then we will pounce, we'll punch and we will stab,
And all of this done in a shiny white lab.
So don't sit there and get brave,
You soon won't even exist in the darkest wet cave!
An angel touched my heart today
She gently whispered "I can't stay
But I can help you find your way
when skies grow dark and clouds turn grey."
Ordinary she was, and had no wings
because, you see, angels are many things.
Her heart was as big as the moon above
and filled with an extraordinary love
She said "hold my hand, I will take you home
I don't want you to be alone."
Thank you, dear angel for sensing my need
and giving me an exceptionally beautiful deed.
I met you all of a sudden,
At a time when I had no one.
No one who could feel the inner me,
No one who could comprehend the outer me.
It was your ribbon that grabbed my attention,
Your innocent eyes spoke more that anything you could mention,
The cutest sweet smile that you always wore,
Is that one thing about you that I will always adore.
We shared the same bench,
The same way back from school,
Sometimes indulged in endless talks,
Not willing to take steps back for home walks.
A night lover met a day dreamer,
A Karate blue belt met a dancer,
An introvert met an ambivert,
But at the end you met an exceptionally crazy creature.
I was at times wrong with you,
And at an instance you needed me too.
I even grew self-centred perhaps,
But you were there for me always.
The best and most loyal friend,
Was the one I was searching for,
And since I am blessed with you here,
I'll cherish you in my life forever.
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