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Carmen had no other family left,
and said,”I guess I can give it a try.”
Her mother beamed. “I live in Miami,
I’ll pay for some movers to come by!”
That was how Carmen found herself living
in the guest home of her mother’s mansion,
it was almost as large as her old house,
but was much more ornate and well-done.
The first day Fileena was hugs and smiles,
she helped Carmen unpack all her things,
before she left, she said,”I’m so excited!
Tomorrow I’ll show you where you’re working!”
When morning came they drove down in a Benz,
Carmen expected to see a large office,
but Fileena pulled up to an aging warehouse,
said,”Doesn’t look like much, but here it is.”
Inside they passed stacks of packaged powder
as they walked to her mom’s office suite,
Carmen said,”Mom, what do you do here?”
Fileena said,”Isn’t is obvious, sweety?
“Not an ounce of product passes this town
without first being shunted my way,
and given how this country is going
it’ll be legalized one of these days.
“That’s what I intend to pass on to you,
when the time comes for me to retire,
you’ll want for nothing, the riches you’ll have,
most people for their whole lives just aspire.”
Carmen said,”This is a lot to take in…
it’s all come as such a big surprise.
Can I maybe go home and think about it?”
Said Fileena,”Sure hon, take your time.”
Carmen did not go straight to the guest house,
she spent hours wandering about to think
about her few choices, the gravity of it all…
should she go along, or call the precinct?
She puzzled over it a great deal that day,
weighing her situation and her hopes,
she went to the mansion early the next morn,
said,”Mom, I want you to show me the ropes.”
Fileena smiled, and they spent the whole day
moving around the warehouse on a tour,
half-way through said Fileena,”In coming years,
I’m going to teach you about so much more.”
Carmen saw everything she need to,
she saw the basement where the product was made,
saw the chemists hired by Fileena
to specialize the drugs by their grades.
She saw the dealers as they came in,
to give Fileena her cut, and resupply,
she even met the thugs who reminded folks
that to cheat Fileena was to die.
A variety of fragrant lilacs in the ground
Purple and white asters, doilies in baby joy pink.
Prettier flowers in a garden are rarely found
My bird baths are used by cardinals and one blue jay I think
Verdant grasses are moist when I walk my land as I must
Sun glows her happiness on my back as I adventure.
Clover is enticing the bunnies and deer with her crust.
To the beautiful Queen Anne’s lace I must bow and demure.
Faeries disguised as butterflies, dragonflies, and bees
Lamb’s ear’s velvet softness rises from the bowels of the earth.
Dive bomb me any way and direction they so please.
The laughter of the brownies cause a great deal of mirth.
Enthusiastic garden shows off my miraculous way
Of loving plants so much most of them clearly want to stay.
Written 6-2-2019 Contest: Nature scene orphan sonnet poetry contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
1548 Linden Avenue has a reputation for being haunted.
It’s scary, eerie, people have died in there, they cautioned me.
I was offered a thousand dollars to stay here one whole night.
I brought my sleeping bag, a flashlight, a book and snacks.
Everything was fine for the first couple of hours, and I fell asleep.
A loud crash woke me up; my heart beat was erratic and fast.
What was that? I felt like I was hearing Poe’s telltale heart.
Confident it was my imagination, I tried to go back to my slumber.
A voice in my head said “be alert, they want you dead.”
My body began shaking violently.
My teeth were clicking together.
Don’t be silly! I told myself, this was not me.
It is futile to fight, the entity told me.
No one leaves this house alive.
I tried to open the front door.
It was locked tight.
I decided to push the window open.
it must have been nailed shut.
I knew I would not be leaving this house alive.
Suddenly a thousand dollars did not seem like a great deal.
“Some cause happiness wherever they go
Others whenever they go”
One of Oscar Wilde's famous quotes
Would have been a great man to know
“Always forgive your enemies
Nothing annoys them so much”
Another gem from this famous fellow
As a humorist he sure had the touch
“America was discovered before Columbus
But it had always been hushed up”
Yet another gem from this fertile mind
Don't think that's coffee in his cup
“I think God in creating Man
Somewhat overestimated his ability”
This one totally cracks me up
His mind worked with ease and agility
“A little sincerity is a dangerous thing
And a great deal of it is absolutely fatal”
It's something I learned a long time ago
In fact, I think I learned it prenatal
“Anyone who lives within their means
Suffers from a lack of imagination”
You should throw all caution to the wind
And give in to those naughty temptations
“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable
That we have to alter it every six months”
Oscar is one of my favourite humorists
His mind was definitely out to lunch!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The days go by
and so do months,
been so long now since I saw you last.
To listen to that voice
my ears crave,
but to pick up the phone and give you a call
I have a lot at stake.
With every falling star
there is the same old wish,
in hopes of it coming true
my days languish.
Making bridges with cobwebs
burning them down at your convenience,
you have done that a great deal
spurned my love with a hand of steel.
So, here I lay confined in my castle of tattered hope
for the fading memories
in the darkness I grope.
You have cast a spell on me
for centuries I have stood here,
waiting for thee.
Yet I continue to pray
for that ray of light,
which will finally paint
my windows bright.
The Maze
Another day inside the maze
How many days has it been?
It all seems to be such a haze
Do I stay with just what I've seen?
Or do I break out of that mold?
If I just stay, then I'm safe though.
But if you don't, will you become bold?
Do I choose to just go with the flow?
Others seem to find it easy to navigate
Are they the same as you though?
No, but sometimes I wish the maze was straight
Life is a twisting conundrum of events
Yet different to every person, unique
Is it okay to rest when I feel so spent?
At times this maze just seems so bleak
Do I risk trying to find my way and getting lost?
How will I know when I've found my destiny?
If you just stay in place though, can you bear the cost?
How can you find yourself if you just let things be?
I don't think I'm strong enough to move forward
If you don't try, though, you'll never be free
How do I move though when it's all so blurred?
Right now you feel trapped inside, don't you?
Well yeah, almost like this maze is a cage
But it doesn't have to be, I'll leave you a clue
Do not use the time you've felt trapped as your gauge
The journey through the maze is meant to be joyful
But there is no assurance that it will be easy
Life is often like metal being hammered on the anvil
It takes a great deal of work to be free, you see
We break and are forged anew till we're strong and still
Move forward, take that one little step outside
Heartache, heartbreak, joy, peace, contentment
All of these are yours as you come to life's joyride
This is how life has been for all, since times ancient
For without the bad, we cannot appreciate the good
If all you knew was good, how would you know?
The contrast is what teaches us, or so it should
To learn the lessons, that life would bestow?
Well, at the end of the day, that choice is for you
To stand in place in the maze, or to go and do.
What just happened is something that can't be undone.
A mugger tried to shoot you but I jumped in front of the gun.
I couldn't let you die, that's why I took the bullet for you.
It was a good choice even though you think it was stupid to do.
The shooter tried to run but he didn't get away.
The cops just grabbed him and now he will pay.
In just a moment, I'll be gone.
I will die but your life will go on.
I couldn't have lived without you because you've been my beloved wife.
Someday we'll be together in Heaven, that will be worth sacrificing my life.
I'm in a great deal of pain as I lie here bleeding.
I feel so cold and my heart is about to stop beating.
But if I had it to do over again, I would do it without thinking twice.
Please always remember that one day we'll be together in paradise.
thoughts accompanied by whispering words of love
I turned my head to find her
beautiful face pressing against her pillow
it made me wish she was woke.
as I turned to sleep she reached out and hugged me.
Moring found us tired and wanting to sleep
as we had been woke all night From the night
the serenade to mornings.aubade, she remained
in her perfect beauty . Pachycephala tenebrosa the
birds of morning sung perfect creating the most
romantic sound.Chiffchaff, Wren,House Sparrows
and Song Thrust
were ' l'aube du matin chorus or : the "chorus of the Dawn
" we sat and watch nature bring us together.
'A picturesque scene, the deepest connection to
romance". The orange juice tasted a little sweeter, and the coffee was
a great deal bolder. The omelets and toast
got right where they needed to be. And that day I became more aware
of how nature and love appreciation connect.
And how the beauty of nature and interconnectedness of love
are gifts to lovers. It's heard in the sounds and songs
and felt in the love we have and share.
Dylan Carston was a well-off young man,
thanks to a large and health trust fund,
his father was a true Wall Street ace
and had been quite generous to his sons.
Dylan had set himself up in Miami
after years spent getting his MBA,
he did consulting four days every week,
the other three he did like to play.
He’d partied with friends at all the bars,
and had his share of hot one-night stands,
not yet had he thought of a wife and kids,
he was enjoying the life of a young man.
One Saturday as he walked down the beach
to get exercise and breath the sea air,
he stumbled upon a frantic woman
calling for him to go over there.
As he drew near he saw down in the sand
a young woman who’s face had gone blue,
he could see no lifeguard near where they were,
but fortunately he knew what to do.
He found no pulse when he listened close,
and placed two hands high on her left breast,
with hard compression he began CPR,
pumping furiously at her chest.
Every so often he placed his mouth on hers
and forced oxygen deep into her lungs,
the other woman ran off to find more help
while Dylan continued the rhythmic pump.
Finally after three desperate minutes
a gurgled rasp echoed up from her throat,
life returned to her, the blue fading out,
though her eyes still knew not where to go.
Moments later he heard the rush of feat,
the lifeguard and the woman had returned,
Dylan gestured to where the girl lay,
“I brought her back, now I think it’s your turn.”
The lifeguard thanked him for taking action,
then knelt down slowly at the victim’s side,
ambulances came, reports were fill out,
when Dylan left three hours had gone by.
He felt good about saving the woman’s life,
it was a moment he would not forget,
congratulations came in, on top of that
the lifeguards sent him a certificate.
Three weeks went by and Dylan returned to
the safe routines of the everyday world,
and bit by bit his thoughts turned away
from the near death of that helpless girl.
So it was with a great deal of surprise
when a process server told him these words:
“Dylan Carston, you’re being sued for assault,
you can consider yourself dully served.”
Dylan’s mind whirled at the accusation,
he had no idea how this could be true?
Had some ex regretted their time and cried ‘rape,’
were they evil enough to go down that route?
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Bonnie House Lyric Poem ---a dedication
~1. I am delighted see you Oh! God
In my heart;
I profess not to be afraid to write poems about faith
There are songs in my heart
And I just can’t stop singing them
So I just wanna tell the world
Lord you’re very encouraging to me
As I like to write spiritual poetry
It has a great deal of feeling and rejoicing in it
My Lord My God thanks for sharing
~2. I am delighted see you Oh! God
In my mind;
I profess not to be afraid to write these songs down about faith
These are the songs your heart
And I just can’t stop singing them
So I just wanna the world to sing ‘em
Lord you’re very encouraging to me
As I like to write spiritual poetry
Lyrics of praises, new hymns for the ages
My Lord My God thanks for sharing
Hallelujah
I clearly see a Godly woman who loves the Lord and she shows it;
By her way of written worship and praise;
She to stands up and praise the Lord at young/old age;
So endearing and caring;
Thanks for sharing;
That you speak about God and the Lord;
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
07/15/18
Dedicated to Poetess Bonnie House
~here's to you my new friend offend I write dedications pieces base solely on the emails or responses I get from fellow poets from PS using some or all word(s)on comments you've made about my verses that you've read~