Has anyone seen "Junior?"
He was here a minute ago!
Weren't you supposed to watch him?
Guess we'd better call the "Popo!"
This is the third time this week!
Feels like I've got "Crack" in my head!
It's 'bout time we "LoJack" Junior!
Or just "Velcro" his ass in bed!!!
Malcolm and Courtney at Memorial"
In the halls of Memorial Junior High,
Where lockers clanged and dreams flew high,
Two hearts met in a gentle spin—
Malcolm and Courtney, love would begin.
Between math class and lunchtime chatter,
They found in each other what truly mattered.
A glance, a smile, a whispered joke,
And soon, young love softly awoke.
Courtney laughed like sunshine in May,
Malcolm's grin could brighten a gray.
Passing notes in folded art,
Secrets scribbled from the heart.
They walked the halls, side by side,
Where crushes bloom and fears collide.
But theirs was calm, like steady flame—
A spark that lit and never waned.
Dances, science fairs, and football cheers,
A bond that stretched through awkward years.
First love blooming, bold and bright,
Under the junior high gym lights.
Now time has passed, but still they say,
It started back on that fateful day—
At Memorial, where fate took part,
Two young souls shared one brave heart.
Monday
Exactly 45 years in Australia.
In bitter cold Melbourne Victoria.
Came here with few clothes in a tiny luggage.
Now 4 & a half decades later,
Collected lot of baggages.
Some are still good, others are quite damaged.
Was single with bright future.
Met friends here and there, but not dating till 7 years later.
Engaged and called off the wedding to the love of my life.
6 years later, got married, had children and ended all the fun.
One nightmare after another.
Psychologically being tortured.
38 years later, can't help falling for someone who is one & a half decade junior.
There goes my second chance of happiness.
Out it went, my life with romance.
Just want to forget all the pains and headaches,
To enjoy the remaining of my days.
Who is going to take my hand?
For sure, no one will take my whole life too.
But I can't help falling in love with you.
I clicked and learned everything quick,
Except when it comes to romantic.
I promise to myself, no more friendships, just me and music.
That would be fantastic.
You were the 3rd person, I was so fond of.
I loved you from the start.
Help me to end and kindly mend my broken heart.
Robert F. Kennedy Junior
said he had a brain worm but did they check for a tumor?
He claimed at one time to be an animal mutilator.
Now he sits at the table of America's dictator.
The man from IT is here again today,
Somethings gone wrong and it fills us with dismay.
The screens have all gone blank and everything has just shut down,
The man from IT just sits with a frown.
Then the junior who makes the tea,
As confidently as only the young can be.
Reaches across to press the switch off then on,
We all look again and guess what the problem has gone!!
Junior league
Army fatique
Build a store
Go to war
Make a collection
Get an infection
Put on airs
In cross hairs
Safe and sound
Boots on the ground
Price some clothes
Urine glows
Comfort zone
Combat zone
Get a bank loan
Airplane flown
Junior League
Army fatigue
Build a store
Go to war
I
Mr. R. was in rapt reverie
Mr. M rowed the boat
A last minute rescue mission
For otter gone over, for a Piper
Not Pied, but he may as well have been
Lured the junior from Mr. Portly O.
Otter senior, according to K. Grahame
II
Before messrs R & M (rat & mole) that is,
Found the young otter who'd gone missing
Causing grief to all back home, & Dad -
They found God: Awe, Presence, Friend & Helper
Led by the piping of a heavenly Piper
In the chapter of WIND IN THE WILLOWS named:
The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn
If a Rat & Mole can find God through Music,
What's your Excuse (no pressure, LOL!)
III
President Teddy Roosevelt wrote the author, 17 January 1909, from the White House, that he had come round to liking the (third) book by Kenneth Grahame. Most readers & critics, & the public resisted liking this book because of his earlier success (with two children's stories). Grahame's Rat, Mole, Badger, Toad, and Otters have become widely accepted & loved. Better late than never. Thx Teddy Bear Prez. (Prez. TR founded the US Wildlife Refuge system)
(at risk of life and limb) against scourge of
racial prejudice courtesy
of sharecropper grandparents
whose objection to racial segregation
based on an affront to the will of God,
whereby the young whip smart precocious lad,
(whose impact we now memorialize)
showed his true colorful promise
when a young student at
Liberal Crozer Theological Seminary
in Chester, Pennsylvania
where the yet uncrowned
eminent king came under the influence
of theologian Reinhold Niebuhr,
a classmate of his father's
at Morehouse College
who became a mentor by exposing
his protégée to liberal views of theology
planting the seeds of ardent activism
that gave rise to
The Southern Christian
Leadership Conference (SCLC),
an initial platform
allowing, enabling and providing acclaim
hoisted up by petard
invariably only heightened
(his) posthumous status
as thee most articulate orator
spelling binding the listeners
with his metaphors about his emphatic march
to a promised land where all
men/women could be brothers/sisters
and no person will be judged
by the color of his/her skin
raising morale of many dirt poor
ebony masses to feel a glimmer of hope.
I am running around breathlessly, trying to do it all.
There are followers, admirers, helpers but this is my fantasy.
An orphanage, a dog shelter, and a home for unwed mothers.
It is the sixties, when they were tormented and abused for being so.
Add a movie theater, a skating rink and a dance studio I call to an assistant.
She jots some notes and hurries away, toward the children’s clown college.
“What can I do?” Dirk, one of my most persistent fawners asks.
Can you feed the sheep? Goats? Missouri mules?
He nods and runs off happy.
I am still walking at a brisk clip,
checking things out, making sure they are right.
My assistant’s assistant runs over to ask “popcorn in the theaters?
And Junior Mints, I tell him.
“And I want that theater built by tomorrow night.”
All possible when you are a nine-year-old child
But how in the hell did I know about unwed mothers?
This was 1961, and my parents told me nothing.
I still ponder this recurring dream I had every night for a year.
planting the seeds of ardent activism
that gave rise to
The Southern Christian
Leadership Conference (SCLC),
an initial platform
allowing, enabling and providing acclaim
hoisted up by petard
invariably only heightened
(his) posthumous status
as thee most articulate orator
spelling binding the listeners
with his metaphors about his emphatic march
to a promised land where all
men/women could be brothers/sisters
and no person will be judged
by the color of his/her skin
raising morale of many dirt poor
ebony masses to feel a glimmer of hope.
Kissed her once on Halloween, we were only sixteen
Spent the whole night together gazing at the stars
Holding hands walking down the street under the moonlight
Young love separated through time with only memories left
Then I found her once more yet years had passed
Both married but the feelings never left as we again connected
An ache within our hearts knowing nothing could be done
Both faithful and true to the ones we married
How can one simple kiss last this long through time
Two hands that have never stopped holding each others
The same moon and stars we once both walked under, are still there
Every year on Halloween I think of that one special night
If I only knew that one simple kiss would have kept us both together
Forever
Contest:If Only You Knew
Sponsored by: Silent One
Dated: 10/21/2020
"True Story"
*Image of Mask Sewing by San Diego County.
Junior Seamster
A thread shared from a spool
In red pigment meant cool
He pokes thread through the eye
Evokes mom smooth as pie
Thumb bled, pain caused a drool
Bunkbed, unmade, "old school"
Unsaid, thought it cruel
Ahead, the moms face rule
2020 July 10
*3rd Place*
Verses In Essence - 8 Lines
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 July 11
The swinging sixties never swung
As much as people said
But for me, the bands
And the songs they sung
Linger on inside my head
I rocked and rolled to Morningtown
On a wagon with one wheel
And followed tracks
That took me down
To fields that were surreal
A jungle snake both sang and hissed
When a man climbed on his cloud
Then a windmill turned
In the Autumn mist
And a policeman laughed out loud
In a warm and gentle wonderland
On a train whose whistle blew
A swinging star
Introduced his band
And sang a rainbow too
God only knows when I look back
Why The Miller told his tale
And I can’t explain
Why Grocer Jack
Turned a whiter shade of pale
But I'm thankful for those days back then
Before the years rolled by
Those were the days
In dreams and when
There was spirit in the sky.
"They are a little rambunctious, " Mr. Pete said. He was a small man, quite wee.
Mr. Dass rolled his eyes, giving me a better perspective, no soap in the sink.
"They have scared three big, bad male teachers off since September," Mr. Dass told me.
Both of their faces were almost burgundy red now, they tried hard, bright-eyed, and curiously pink.
"I would like to try it," I told them. "I'm not easily scared," I said with all of my masterful me.
I ended up teaching the drafting students for three years, we went through gobs of ink.
"This was the most difficult one credit hour class I ever took in my life," one of my charges told me.
Three years into it, and neither Mr. Pete or Mr. Dass had told me this, I gave the student a wink.
Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary
he spoke against racial injustice.
This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.
He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up to white America.
His public-speaking abilities
both enraged his foes and won him friends.
And government bigots denounced him
as a dangerous agitator.
A pacifist, he shared his dream of
whites and blacks united in friendship.
Unshackled from the past, free at last,
"thank The Lord All Mighty, free at last."
His light refused to be extinguished
when James Earl Ray shot him in Memphis.
And now his life is celebrated
each year, on Martin Luther King day.
(Blank Verse)
11/14/2017
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