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born with hair slightly wavy as
summer sea's crest, Mom would
treat it as her morning decor ritual---
ponytailed, pinned at the crown with
zigzag of ribbons, braided two-ways,
and god knows what arrangements
followed--oh yes, the old maid bun!
jet black , it flowed down past shoulders;
the envy of high school.girls as we
started to soiree and party...like so,
by 2000, my lattice of curled tresses
met its waterloo: silky, straight locks
invaded mod media, downgrading
my status as a hometown freak...
my Nicole Kidman jive looking passe!
I remember fanatically calendaring
regular visits to a stylist-- a rite abhored
in young adolescence...
yes, magic of fad can be done;
from brazilian rebond, collagen tweaks,
highlights in tints of raspberry or maze
and more top shot brouhahas just
to be part of the scene!
yet, few seasons back, i began missing
myself... though shoulder length
locks inhabited me; i grew forlon, empty.
Imagining how Mom ran her fingers
down my young hair, I chose to let
my tresses flow without restraint---
jet black even through bright hues
of moonlit passages and
dawn's sequined, golden rise.
now. air- tossed, wind blown,
hand- caressed, aloe- rinsed
with few organic whips,
I sweep my hair
in its free flow movement --
allowing the me to be the natural
woman I am.
Where to begin is the hardest part of all
What to say, what to write
Why is still a mystery
Why was I answered and then denied
Watching, waiting, wondering; why
When I knew the answer all along
When I saw it in your eyes
Still I managed to fall
I opened my heart and soul
Only to watch it crumble
A feeling I know all too well
Yet I can still see you
My mind is tortured
With images of a time never allowed
Joys never felt
Feelings never known
Never will I be free
Never again will I love another
Never again will I
Open my heart and soul
I thought we could be happy
Dancing, laughing, playing
Only in my dreams
Will I see the sweetest of things
My heart aches for you
To be healed by your warmth
To be touched by your words
To be loved with your love
Not a day goes by
Where I wish to hold you
To feel your strength
To feel your warmth
Not a night goes by
When I close my eyes
I can see you there
Where my wildest dreams come true
I imagined so much
In such a short time
Wanted more, much more
And got nothing
Even after hearing the truth
My heart still will not let go
Of a dream so real
Yet so far
I will never be free
Yet you gave me strength
To make my escape
Only to watch it vanish
Originally written 2000
Millions of people from China’s homeland
Were shocked and torn that the Great Law was banned
They faithfully and peacefully pleaded for appeal
But Zemin was bound their beliefs he would steal
Great numbers of practitioners held tight to their beliefs
As they were beaten, brainwashed and tortured by police
Their suffering and pain were peacefully endured
The persecutors were baffled; but their jobs were secured
Millions of families broken from Zemin’s hate
Some fled to tell the world of their cruel fate
But hate propaganda was spread through the world
The stage controlled for the media to hurl
The lies hidden behind economics and free trade
Concealed by deception and the sinful acts made
The evil specter lurked in a horrific way
Multitudes of deaths in prison camps each day
Practitioners worldwide continuously appealed
Clarifying the truth that the persecution is real
But truth was rejected, censored, declined
It’s too horrific to report when profit toed the line.
In USA, 2000, The Epoch Times was born
9 ping was published to subdue the storm
“Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party” did start
Hordes of resignations, the CCPs collapse was marked’’
Human body plastination, China’s 2004 nightmare
Dalian Hoffen, had prisoners of conscience to spare
Sui Hongjin contorted Cadavers to display
Bo Xilai was the Governor, directing evil dismay
A broad Kilgour, Matas and Gutmann’s evidence grew
“A new form of evil on earth” was true
2006 live organ harvesting was revealed
Prisons and hospitals, had body parts to steal
: ND- Rejuvenation Optimism
Renovation irony
Cathedral Notre-dame de Paris
Burning fifteen hours
Hopes and dreams
Up in smoke? No.
Faith prevails.
Masterpiece of Gothic architecture
Will be rebuilt
Rejuvenation optimism.
The French gave the U.S. our Statue of Liberty
Andrew Tallon has given the French the gift
of his 3-D scan of the Cathedral he took in 2000.
Built in the 12th and 13th centuries
Rebuilt in the 21st century
The heart of contemporary Paris will prevail.
LeStyrge
Demon gargoyle
Will live to see another gothic masterpiece
Written: 4-29-2019
Contest: ND- Notre Dame
Sponsor – Kim Rodrigues
Oh tell me where they are, the ones I miss
The ones I long to touch with ardent kiss
Where are the ones my heart is longing for
I ache within for those whom I adore
Where are the ones that I have loved and lost
the ones I tried to keep at painful cost
Where are the ones who hold a piece of me
All silent now, a part of history
Alone, I sit while thoughts of them now plead
to come to life, to breathe, and to be freed
As I succumb to time who's gentle, kind
I see them all again; sweet trick of mind
The ones who loved me not, now love again
my mind brings mem'ries bright of where and when
and once again the sweetened words I taste
of friends and loved ones gone without a trace
I see my mother praying while in bed
She lives once more, not lying with the dead
I hear her whisper words of truth and grace
My trembling fingers trace her Angel face*
And then my daughter ‘s hand is safe in mine
She’s back at home and everything is fine
We spend the night in laughter and delight
I need not worry where she is tonight*
My loved ones are around me, not abroad
The ache that pains my heart is healed by God
For though I miss the ones my heart holds dear
This stream of mem'ries brings each loved one near
*My mother's name was Angel. She passed away on March 19, 2000. She had Multiple Sclerosis which kept her from kneeling beside her bed for her prayers. She would sit up in bed and pray for each one of her children.
*My daughter is studying in Hungary, and I miss her terribly
Eileen Manassian
My mind draws a blank when referring to Thanksgiving Day
as I was growing up as a child. I only remember the season at the end of the harvest each year as we looked toward Christmas. But moving some 15 years forward and 2000 miles west, from the time that I left home, I readily recall thanksgiving memories fit for the ages,
for kings and queens, and for my three dear kids.
Uncle George and aunt Fanny invited numerous of people, both
relatives and friends to feast of goodness and great fellowship.
Some would have classified them as the millionaires next door,
self-made no less, but George and Fanny knew that the source
of their success was God. They could have written a book on the meaning of Thanksgiving.
The food may have been the great attraction because we would be
hard pressed to find a better cook than aunt Fanny, but the memory
was something far more lasting and sustaining. Their home was
filled with people and an abundance of all kinds of foods,
but everyone was consumed with and digested two hearts of gold and
goodwill demonstrating so selflessly what it means to give back
By sharing from God's bounty.
Presently, at our Thanksgiving dinner table, if our adult children were asked
about memorable Thanksgivings, Uncle George and Aunt Fanny would without
doubt be at the top of their list. Those great souls are no longer with us, but they left behind a model to remember, and a life worth imitating, so enriching and inspiring.
102519PoSoupContest, Thanksgiving Memory, Regina Riddle; 4P
Johnny Cash gives it away for free,
John K says he would like to be Prez.
Richard Nixon will run against him,
so the republican party says.
Lamar Cox gets 44th KO,
‘The Stilt’ scores 58 in one game.
In high school Heater’s 135,
gives him claim to some basketball fame.
Presley says goodbye to the Army,
and is back on the recording scene.
X-15 sets a new record height,
‘Sit-in’ becomes protesting’s new thing.
Queen ‘Liz says they’re the ‘House of Windsor,’
“Unsinkable Moly Brown” goes down.
The first Playboy Club hits Chicago,
Ebbit Field is knocked down to the ground.
A 9.6 quake in Morocco,
takes more than 15000 poor souls.
Another sends Hawaii a wave,
kills over 17000 more.
Cardinals move to Saint Louie,
Chicago White Sox wear their new threads.
Oversized mitt designed for catchers,
will keep their hands from turning all red.
USSR says they’ll stop testing,
Krushchev bangs on the desk with his shoe.
Lasers will light up the science world,
France now has an Atomic bomb too.
Satellites can now track the weather,
the court says ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ okay.
Civil Rights bill passes the senate,
new birth control pills are here to stay.
‘We shall overcome’ is new anthem,
but not at the riots in Jacksonville.
MLK gets jailed in Atlanta,
while preaching for equality still.
Senate investigates “Payola,
Alan Freed’s one of the 9 accused.
Meanwhile over in Comensky Park,
their new exploding scoreboard debuts.
Americans pay high earnings tax,
John K and Nixon go for the throat.
They debate 4 times on our TV,
before Kennedy gets the most votes.
Say hello to Aretha Franklin,
Chubby Checker has us in a twist.
Huckleberry Hound wins an Emmy,
Cassius Clay is the best with his fists.
A jet hits 2000 MPH,
California cops say UFO.
The atomic reactor is born,
Flintstone’s is the next hit cartoon show.
Lee, Richard and Maurice Petty go,
against each other in the same race.
Richard beats his brother and daddy,
which gives racing world a new face.
Paul and Best kicked out of Germany,
we are not really sure what they did.
Clarabelle speaks in her final show,
simply voices the words, “Goodbye Kids”.
The world’s moving faster and higher,
technology seems to have no cap.
Back in Wakenda, at 3 years old,
I’m still taking an afternoon nap.
Jane began playing table tennis in the year 2000,
And shortly after that she participated in a course,
Held at her work which started with goal-setting,
So right there she decided on the Paralympics.
The course leader opened them up and inspired,
With “If you can conceive it, you can achieve it” -
Words which changed Jane’s life, aims and efforts,
To achieving this fine goal of Paralympic success.
Jane was selected for the team ParalympicsGB,
In 2002 and won team bronze in ‘07, ’09 and ’10,
At the European Championships and the Worlds,
So in 2013 at Bayreuth Jane won the team gold.
At the Lignano Master Open held in Italy 2016,
Jane and the team finished second to win silver,
She broke her back in a car accident aged 15,
She trains in London, born on 18th August 1968.
Dr. Harold Shipman, a respected British General Practitioner,
was found to be the most prolific serial killer in modern history;
it is estimated that he killed 250 patients and perhaps more.
during twenty-seven years of practice by lethal injection of heroin.
The majority of his victims were elderly woman living alone,
although some died in his practice, there was even a young girl;
suspicion arouse over the number of cremations of his patients,
with a cause of death of old age, so an investigate was launched.
That investigation resulted in no charges being laid at the time,
Dr. Death as he became nick-named continued to kill patients;
finally, the death of a healthy 81 year old lady caused concern,
not only her death, but a forged copy of her will was found.
Finally, a full investigation with bodies exhumed where possible,
found that the women had been murdered and their jewelry stolen,
in 2000, Dr. Shipman was found guilty of 15 women's deaths,
and he was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole.
A day before his 58th birthday, Dr. Shipman hanged himself,
with sheets from the bars of his cell, it was a cowardly act;
since his death in 2004, there have been TV specials, books,
documentaries, podcasts, movies, books, a song, even a play.
To honor the victims a memorial garden was created in Hyde,
it is called The Garden of Tranquility, it opened in 2005;
but what I fail to understand is how this man could kill so many
and no one noticed that something was not making sense.
_______________________
August 26, 2022
Poetry/Narrative/Doctor Death
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1483-537-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Dr. Harold Shipman
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 09/02/2022
Second Place
Both Sides Now was
big for you,
its simple lyrics
and deep hooks
with clean bright
guitar
went straight to my
heart.
And I know every
song
has its covers
I even liked some of
them
Judy Collins did it
well
It helped Susan
Boyle show
she had Talent.
But your 2000
version
and this maymariana1
mix
with its dirgelike
pace,
syrupy violins
and over the top
orchestration
reduce it to
elevator music.
Please excuse me
while I
pop in my ear buds
and listen to the
original.
Entry
BOTH SIDES NOW
versions
original
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbn6a0AFfnM
Judy Collins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsYwEZd4z9Y
Joni 2000
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKQSlH-LLTQ
maymariana1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIYu4EHq0Lo