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My first grandchild was turning three,
sweet girl with a motherly bent.
The perfect present seemed to be
a dollhouse; so, shopping we went.
She found one not by accident -
real bells for the front and back door,
three stories, carpet on the floor
two-car garage, a three bedroom,
kitchen and bath. Who could want more?
Memory on the breeze, presumed.
She had moved on, Kid's Kraft was done.
Trying to hide my discontent,
I asked, “What is wrong with this one?”
“It’s not real.” Not like home she meant;
her place, the five-room flat they rent.
The Little People caught her eye
"Here is my house," I heard her cry.
there's mom, dad and me, just like home."
With three dolls to boot, a good buy;
no chic decor, no polychrome.
Happy memory? not so true,
but truly it is in a way.
Only one went shopping, not two.
I bought that dollhouse on display
the fancy one, for her birthday
and sensed her dissatisfaction.
Her mom had bought the other one,
small with three dolls a child could clutch.
Three’s magic, mom’s gift so much fun
while mine sat at my house untouched.
written 02/03/2018
I contemplate the bobber on the water.
It is as still as a friend’s prayer at meeting.
Connected to this moment by monofilament
I sit as if I were asleep.
A gust of north wind roils the surface
into ridges. In the furrow
the bobber dances, dances,
dropping its seed into the darkness
perhaps to lure forth one more wish,
one more harvest from the mystery
before I lose the day’s last light.
As suddenly as the wind came upon me
it dies. Placidity prevails, a perfect crust
of ice on new fallen snow at dawn
untouched by even an insect’s wing.
The bobber is still again
as still as prayer again
Retrieve. . . retrieve . . . a small voice
urges me, unfed need dueling with sense,
to cast again, to cast again.
but I am wearier than I thought
and it is accident time, accident time.
The uncast line is better, much better.
There is something hungry in the water.
How many times had she celebrated
longed for his coming death
sat imagining her great freedom
the wealth she so richly deserved
No more of his groping
hungering for her essence
she had satisfied him many times
treated him to all her portals
pleasured him to the altar
He denied her nothing
her aspirations went higher than her skirt
how long would this sentence last
certainly longer than their conversations
he was fluent in the art of need
she had thought of killing him
yet she lacked the will
hoping he might take one too many blue pills
So she could ride him to her dreams
suffocate him with one final kiss
her appetite for love unrestrained
she desired her pleasure mixed with pain
he couldn't hurt her in the ways that mattered
she found her release in the arms of another
not all things done in the dark remain secret
A young woman died today
a terrible accident we're told
his assistant is there to comfort him
they'll be engaged in just a few short weeks
after all, the man has his needs
For the "Poet III poetry contest."
By Richard Lamoureux
The quiet strum in the living space
It was Christmas day when he played
The struggle real but calm his hands
as he battled with his guitar
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
From the corner of each eye
If we’d have known to spill some tears
Thank goodness moment captured
Saved by a watchful foreboding
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
His sister near, this dear nephew sung
the stanzas as he moved imminent strings
A couple years later, I’d sit up in bed
It was such the occasion to raise the dead
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
This poem not meant to be tailored
just raw, sorrowful, surrendered to
the beautiful moment before the pandemic
then hell took ground and blood spilled out
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
Remembered more the facebook sage
the basking in the baptismal plunge
Before that was the Suicide Song
to his mother, father, sisters, brother
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
He thought he was past this depart-ation
but at last he stepped back into the past
perhaps a legion of demons took hold
Oh how this family pulled, but alas
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
He is remembered kindly despite this act
One friend spoke at his memorial - a grace
as he asked the Lord: only if the pastor asks
for more. He told of my nephew’s witness to him
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
What grace this was. We would not forget
the first and last time we spoke to his friend,
for then the Lord took him too - an accident.
No accident, we met him face to face. Grace
Hallelujah…sing…Hallelujah
Oh, rare as you, another gem can't be,
First found in Dublin, quite by accident -
There sold as cut Spinel to Count Taaffe,
Quite curious of how its light was bent ...
Adept was he at how spinels appeared,
The ones he'd bought peculiarly NOT so,
For they reflected light so subtly weird,
In varied hues of pale mauve afterglow ...
So, hoping he had not been victimized,
He shipped them off for broad analysis,
Results as he could ne'er have realized -
A gem named after him of sparkly bliss ...
And that is how bright Taaffeite became ...
The rarest gem to EVER ... hold a name!
Written and submitted on May 15, 2019
For the "Tribute To A Precious Or Semi-Precious Gem" Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Poor Rudolph had a broken leg. It happened on the day
he was to lead the reindeer with Santa on his sleigh.
They say it was an accident, but somehow I have doubt
‘Cause the other jealous reindeers wanted Rudolph out
They tripped him up with tinsel. They’d hoped he’d bash his nose.
I heard it on the grapevine, that’s the way the story goes
But Rudolph he was limping and the reindeer guys felt bad.
They didn’t really mean it. They were really very sad.
So they said that they were sorry for causing him such pain
And promised in the future, he could lead the herd again
So Rudolph, he forgave them and I’m very glad to say
He lights the way for Santa on every Christmas Day.
I have told this story, a long time ago in a different way.
Because its true I would like to tell it again today.
It’s a new poem, the story is old, so tell me what you think.
This time I relate it for a contest by Empress Ink.
It was Summer holidays. Six weeks time off from school,
Nothing much to do. Maybe beach or swim at home in the pool.
I applied for a job, packing Frisbees in a sheltered workshop.
The heat machine was too dangerous, and work had to stop.
The hot wire to cut the shrink-wrap might burn the disabled.
Four of us were hired for 6 weeks to use it, as “fit” we were labelled.
The regular workers considered us a novelty working there,
Some people as they passed, us would just stop and stare.
So many wonderful people all with disabilities they had,
There was a cheery atmosphere, and it didn’t make us feel sad.
The workers seemed to help each other and were kind and giving,
All doing a great job working in spite of difficulties, earning a living.
A young guy managed to ask me if I would sit with him for lunch.
I sat next to him at a big table with all the rest of the bunch,
Such sweet folk, all happy and bright,
Not one of them dwelling on their challenged plight.
He invited me but struggled with words, very hard to know what he said.
He had a very bad limp, and he continually nodded his head.
After that day he beckoned me to lunch with him every chance.
The boss said, “don’t worry He’s simple, his name is Lance,“
We all laughed and had fun those days when lunchtime would start.
Each one of their personalities went straight to my heart
On the last day, when we had finally wrapped the last frisbee,
We were saying goodbye, Lance limped up and gave a card to me.
It read, My sister wrote this for me. I wish you knew what I was like,
Because I wasn’t simple before that accident on my motorbike.
My eyes filled with tears, as I hugged him and simply walked away.
I still think of him, and all the rest of those featherless angels to this day.
Non Fiction.
A perfect triangle
As he stood in the shadow
Of the dead eye windows of his home
His face alway up
Stars or cries of cloud
his theatre
The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears
He tugged at some oversized hood
Like a monk struggling to damper the candles for nighttimes prayers
Answered with a monotone of shadows nod
The passing friend fed a gentle wave
You ever want to say to someone
Can you please stop this conversation before one of us dies -nothing to do with poem but I share
Unsure where shadow says
Sometimes his profile
glimpsed in the orange
of his cigarette
Spelling candy in
Only two leters
t get back up there
Sometimes caught him tapping his feet
against the wall
Lost in the sound of his garbled favourite sounds
I try not be surreal so the reals think I am real
Rain splatter dropping seemingly in time
To his hooded droo
………………….,.,…ping nod
matching its scratching tempo
His breath hesitant on the ice that paraded as the wind
imagining we are only ones that imagine
Above us only sky
I always just looked out
No moonlight only more sun
Does that mean every song lied
More sunlight serenade doesn’t quite hit the
Mark unalived in car accident
Left quite a
To Mark everyone
Last funeral I was ever asked to talk at
Coincidence why what’s
Like everything else in life, the more you do it the better you get.
But the first time is an amazing experience and something you will never forget.
Most people, however, never have a first time.
This is not something you will to happen.
This is not something you make happen.
This is not something that takes thought, intelligence, strength, endurance, or perseverance.
In fact, this is something that takes absolutely nothing to make it happen.
But, you see, not many people can achieve absolute nothingness.
To allow your spirit to disconnect from its physical casing requires you to forget everything you know about life; to suspend disbelief; to transcend into a world of nothingness; no thought; no sensual perception; no bias towards physical traits; no awareness; no expectations.
You don’t try to leave your body. You don’t imagine what it is like. You just allow it to happen by having no expectations of what it means. You enter into the realm of nothingness.
The first out of body experience for the few of us that have been blessed with this occurrence is more like an accident than an achievement.
You simply find yourself looking down on a body you hardly recognize before realizing it is yours.
This realization; this shock; usually results in ending the experience before you even realize what it was you were experiencing. But, once it happens a second time, you can maintain the disassociation; you can remain distanced from your physical being.
Anyone who attempts to have an out of body experience is likely to fail. You do not make this happen, you simply allow it to happen.
Some think they have achieved this state aided by drugs, alcohol or meditation … they have not. People only think they have based on a misconception about what this experience really is.
Just like I cannot tell you how to have this experience, I cannot explain to you what this experience is like. And the only way you can experience it for yourself is to forget all about trying to experience it.
Just like everything else in life, the more you do it the better you get.
But it is really nothing that you do and more something that you allow by simply doing and being nothing.
A drunk driver plowed right into the back of me as I sat at a red light.
My life flashed before my eyes as I watched numerous cars filled with giddy teenagers passing by.
Confused and in pain I wondered where all these youngsters were going.
Turns out they were headed to homecoming and the drunk driver that hit me was going to the same homecoming to see her daughter perform in the band.
The moment I realized this I was honored and glad she hit me instead of one of those unsuspecting, innocent, precious teens with their whole life ahead of them. I proudly accepted the pain and endured multiple chiropractor visits.
She was so drunk that an accident was unavoidable. I'm just glad a drunk driver hit me and didn't ruin the life of one of those beautiful kids. One might call it Divine Intervention and I would have to agree. Don't Drink and Drive!!!