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The list I could do
Set it on to the hills
Set it on to the mountains
Life worth more than death
The list I could do
Everyday life goes
Everyday time passes
The mark it leaves
It Art are many
As that in my community
I draw with poems
As is at list
The list I could do
The list I could do
What is to be
When freedom is
Now a fight
Life so easy
No not now any more
As the eyes I wear
Pictures
While the soul within me
Feels
So I draw it like it is
As is at list
The list I could do
The list I could do
When I walk around
All I see speaks
the shadows on the wall
It grief is obvious
The mark history leaves
Still never far
While my soul long
For a truth
As is at list
The list I could do
SINISTER
Why prove it?
Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no
sensibility,
In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us.
Does it make sense?
With this we ponder each day,
That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed
is yourself,
The opinion of others doesn’t matter,
Self-absorbed is the only thing I see,
Maybe, Maybe not, but this is what I can conclude from this.
Deeper I seek to find an answer to this madness.
How can we confirm what is evil from hate?
The greed for superiority with failure of morale
Can you ever really hide from Human Evil?
It never really goes away,
They are born in arrogance,
And will become egotistical it’s a must.
To play this game,
Where we never win,
This game of pain,
This game of torture and misery.
What can we really do about it?
But to let it be…
Karma wins..
Maybe not now ,
But eventually it always does.
Chins up and best of luck…
Spare a dollar for your thoughts,”
her angelic voice murmured.
His callused hands — firm,
visibly burdened.
“My stomach’s in knots, I’m distraught —
when will my heart stop hurtin’?”
She slides over a coffee-stained napkin;
he grabs it without askin’.
Three small words it simply stated:
Own your story.
He grinned and waited.
“What does this mean, young girl?”
She brushed her silk hair,
tightened her bow.
“That’s for you to find out —
only you’ll know.”
A smile at last came across his face.
“Can I at least get a name?
You can’t leave without a trace.”
She looked in his eyes and said,
“You’ll see me again.”
The man thought — if not now, then when?
The girl straightened her white dressing gown,
got up and left the diner downtown.
For if the man sees her again, he will never know —
some stories are best left untold.
Why did you cheat on me?
Where did I go wrong?
Wasn't I trying to improve?
Wasn't I learning to live?
Wasn't I working to achieve my dreams?
Where was I at fault?
That you brought me to a sudden hault.
Why are you making me sad?
Enough of pain I have had.
I wanted to live my dreams,
No, not now, was your scream.
I waited, I stopped for day and nights,
Still I lost most of the battles and fights.
I cried for hours,
And waited for relief showers.
You did not pay heed,
You did not care for my need.
Why are you so cruel everytime?
I cannot disagree that you are mine.
Dear life, please help me.
Come on let's patch up,
Please help me to get up.
Lean in, oh so close, my love, and kiss my waning cheek.
For you have taken all I have and yet your love is sweet.
Wrap me in your velvet cloak and gently lay me down;
I need not now my feathered bed but rather broken ground.
You promised that our love would last the winding centuries,
But now I know, as my blood flows, there’s nothing left to see.
I told you I would follow you as long as I had life
Now I see, that more than me, you only loved the night.
Your hurried footsteps tell me that the coming dawn is nigh
You did not stay for my last breath but left me here to die.
One day, I think, that you will tire of all that you have been,
You’ll touch the sun and call my name and love me once again.
some days feel heavier
than I ever admit out loud
and I wake already tired
before the morning has even settled
but there’s a part of me
that keeps going anyway
a small, stubborn spark
that refuses to go out
I’ve walked through things
that could have stopped me
yet here I am
still standing
still trying
still choosing to move forward
and I need to hear this clearly
from myself
to myself
I’m not stepping back
I’m not losing heart
I’m not letting the hard days
decide who I am
I’m not giving up on me
not now
not ever
because I deserve a life
that feels like living
not just getting through
and I’m already
on my way there
Quiet, dawn, Covid.
Biggest accomplishment yesterday: buying toilet paper.
Thanking the young cashier for doing her job.
Feeling a little sick, wearing my mask and gloves,
Spring oblivious to the virus, an idiot like Millay said.
At least we’re not beheading each other--yet.
Symptoms mild so far. Today rest,
no long walk, no knee bends.
I think I’ve watched every possible movie and tv show
and nothing’s left that doesn’t bore me.
I could learn the calculus, chemistry or physics
but will I and what for?
Most poetry is chopped up prose. That’s harsh
but true. But that’s because most days
are prose or yesterday’s news. Win or lose
sumthins gonna getcha. Drug cartel assassin, the blues.
If not now, when? Some other Wednesday. Why wait?
I wish I had some wisdom to translate.
It’s living and helping others to live
that counts, I guess. Cast a cold eye and guess,
walk the extra mile, report from the besieged city, be wise or a jerk.
I hope to get the antibodies the easy way,
mild symptoms, no brush with death, don’t intubate.
An existential bessemer process, strange quark,
chances are I won’t be able to organize this day into an expressible state.
A daily exchange with nature’s enough
to alleviate my fear.
When I thanked the cashier
her smile was like the sun coming out from behind clouds
or the end of the pandemic, as if I had not wasted my life.
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
You are now gone from my life
Too many times for too many years
You would pretend you cared about me
use me for your emotional support
then in reality you would find another boyfriend
You and me can never happen unless you grow up
I deserve better than that
I deserve Love from someone I give love to and actual love
Never again will I talk with you in secret
No More Games I am too old for your games
I deserve Care and kindness and not apathy
You always I would be someone who adored you
at best you gave me pretend attention but no real love
How many boy friends were you with while I was your friend
in secret you friend for so many years no more
I deserve someone who will not hid me from their family and friends but be proud about me
No more secret accounts and cold distance I am seeking warmth and care and kindness
I do not want to dream all my life like I am a simp for an of girl
Your not even famous or a of girl your just my ex friend who talks in secret while pretending I am a stalker. I am not now nor ever was your stalker if anything you have been stalking me no more apathy
I do not need to become a millionaire and have a perfect body and be perfect to find love
just cause you do not accept me as I am does not mean someone else won't
I am over dreaming about the after life just in hopes of being loved
In this life I will be loved and I see now you do not love me as I am so I blocked you and your dad
Who knows maybe I will still die alone but now I am done waiting for you to grow up and stop putting money and looks first and start putting love first. Maybe you just did not love me enough to accept me as I am and maybe you never will grow up but I will find love from someone else if it is not from you.
I am not dying alone I know that and if you ever grow up and and want to be truthful and actually put me first ahead of money and looks then I will find someone else and today this day I declare myself free to do so. Good bye Kami the door will always be open if you come correct grown up and place our connection ahead of money and everything else if you can't treat me right this is goodbye then.
Those Night Shoes
Behind the pane of storefront glass,
upon a pedestal, they stand,
ornate, black, sexy- six-inch heels-
these special shoes my dreams command.
A night out with a chosen love-
to dance and whirl within his arms;
my night shoes joyously will send
me to new worlds of hidden charms.
Oh, how they beckon me, those shoes!
Come try me on, their whispers say;
We'll take you to your land of dreams
where lovers dance the night away.
Tears fill my eyes- and right on time,
my mother turns my chair around.
Not now, night shoes- I'm on my way
to see a doctor whom I found-
for my prosthesis- cause, you see-
I am a right leg amputee.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Night Shoes
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 05/25/2019