If you are in your seventies you might remember
the movie Babes in Toyland that came out one December
The movie stars were in an enchanted forest with diabolical trees
Tonight, on Halloween, I could not help but think of the likes of these
Because down the lane where the party was twirling by the hour
Was a haunted house that had come alive, and had a super power
With a witch-like nose, she had a snarl, a sniffle, a sneeze and a sneer
I am not so brave, so began to shiver and shake wanting not to be here
What is wrong? Queried the house in a persnickety, evil, mean way.
I could not stop my quivering feet, they decided to not stay.
But try as they might, they could not move, let alone run away.
The haunted house held us down firmly on that terrifying day.
dictator is in place
bit coins are pushed down our throats
the treasury is empty
gold is obsolete
corruption is the game
dictator determines the new world order
no one says anything
he owns the supreme court
money, money, money,
greed, greed, greed
billions for a plane
for a dictator
world order is as corrupt as it has ever been
the rich get richer, the poor get poorer
no one says a thing
watching greed take over, killing us not so softly
In Place of
In place of
my head I prefer to have a
small plastic warship with a
level deck for
the setting in motion and
landing of
toy aircrafts.
leaves begin to turn
one by one colors are
falling into place
You rose me up
you made me strong
you gave me a place
in this world
you made me a fighter
and righted the wrong
you put my nuts and bolt
where they belong.
(to my daughter)
Jessica
I’m not the type to lose things
And I hope that doesn’t change,
Although sometimes as we age
What’s in our minds may rearrange.
If everything gets put in place
Right after we have used it,
It should be there when needed next
(Unless our brains confused it).
For those who toss possessions
Every time in different spots,
Finding items might be like
A much less fun connect-the-dots.
But for neatniks or obsessives,
It becomes a little game.
Every shelf or drawer or closet
Day by day remains the same.
The coldest you will ever feel…
a smile not returned
(The New Room: February, 2021)
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Kris, so miffed having heard Blitzen say,
"You must shelter in place, Christmas day!",
drew a sip from his flask
through a rip in his mask,
then threw every last gift off his sleigh!
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It's hard to feel like
your growing up when you're moored
- sheltering at home.
I am patiently
waiting to take the helm of my
life's navigation.
My life, so far, is
prelude - I long to cast off
and exit the slip.
Alone in my mind
Dangerously dangerous
Expecting the worst
Even though I teach other to never do this
Expecting to be rejected
Night air might revive me
But I stay inside, with the lights out
Dark shades cover my windows of happiness
I squelch any semblance of joy
I do not deserve it
My feelings have slid down the bad hill
Are now lying in a muck of pure disappointment and despair
This sheltering-in-place is killing me.
KILLING ME!
Alone in my mind I imagine others
Living their lives as usual.
Status quo.
Not hiding inside quivering
Dying two years before they need to.
Dying from pure evil loneliness
And depression
Because I am brazenly alone.
Sheltering in place my heart grows empty
This person’s faded out in my memory
Surprised that her name on screen puzzled me
No way I can send a care-laden greeting
The visage of old time has turned dusty
The fragrance of fallen spring flowers escaped me
Pride will not let many see their own arrogance
they hate to budge knowing hell awaits for the false teacher
is it not everyone's duty to warn of the dangers
showing some sort of remorse admitting to sin
and seeking forgiveness in the act of Divine Mercy
Many speak of sin as if no longer matters
that in itself is a mortal sin directing souls on the wrong path
they deceive the very existence of hell to speak Holy
those that surrender to the beast acknowledge surrender
In our Lord's words sin will always be sin
time will never change the rules to suit man
those craving sinful pursuits will never be accepted
Oh, absent one, I miss you.
Darling, an empty place awaits you.
Thrushes chirp their dissatisfaction in the garden
As I doze with boredom.
I send my well wishes from a distance.
Oh, absent one, my digital phantom,
You're here when I call but not here.
I brush my hair with discontent;
I eat bitter, lonely meals to stay alive.
I send my love from a distance.
I never thought anyone could be that annoying
But we never had to be quarantined before
It seemed like ten years
So far it is ten days
And I am ready to tear my hair out
Week six
I thought we loved each other
I can barely look at him
He put the last roll of toilet paper in his bathroom
I am so over this pandemic
Week twelve
Here he comes again
The slapping of his bare feet has annoyed me
I can barely stand to hear him patter into the kitchen
He jumps when I call his name
He understands then
It is just a matter of time
Until his death.
When the pandemic lockdown is over
I will be springing from my cage in leaps and bounds.
I will run down the street hugging all the neighbors I have never met
I will be driving to my grandchildren’s homes to smother them with kisses.
I will hunt each and every grandchild down no matter how far I have to drive.
Drive! Wait! I can still drive! Hooray for that; I hope so anyway.
When the shelter-in-place is over I will go to the stores I used to pass.
I will go in and out of every one, to see everything I have ever missed.
I will drag home some things I will never use, just like before.
I will try one some clothes at fancy clothing stores.
I will buy art supplies, and I will paint my happiness all over my house.
For when the Pandemic lockdown is over, I will fly from my cage and be free!
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