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Last year all pumpkins were brightly orange,
every time I glanced at them on that range....
I thought of another Thanksgiving Day
when I would kneel down and pray.
I went to the October annual pumpkin patch
where many folks had the irresistible itch
to find those pumpkins they liked to take home,
sadly, I was left there alone and aimlessly roamed.
What I saw was not the orange pumpkins
I was searching for...they hadn't the usual color:
staring at me there were white pumpkins
nobody wanted to pick up, I looked no further.
Did I think what my Thanksgiving pumpkin pie would have looked like:
a lemon pie instead? Kids and adults would have laughed at me!
It seemed I had no choice but to take the one so plump and ripe...
and I shouldn't have been late to taste that bitter dose of reality!
Not too glad to have found the one with the unusual color,
I put my fantasy to work...thinking of a way to make it orange;
I bought a bottle of orange flavor extract to give it a real color
and blended with the ingredients hoping for an award in vintage.
Closer to an hour I constantly watched it bake and I peaked here and there...
oh, the vapors smelled superb as I happily laid back in my rocking chair!
And had they known of my cheat , I would have been expelled from the Pumpkin Fair!
Luckily, I won the competition for taste and artistry...admitting to myself it wasn't fair.
She stood on tiptoes just to see his face,
the fortune teller in his glowing case;
Zoltar, with eyes that sparked in the carnival light,
looked real enough to guide her through her fright.
Adults and children waited in a line
for silly fortunes, jokes, or some small sign;
but she believed, her heart too young to doubt,
that Zoltar knew what life was all about.
Her scarf was bright, her smile a fragile beam,
a little warrior living in between
the fear of what tomorrow might reveal
and wishing for a future she could feel.
She dropped her coin; his lantern flickered gold,
his painted hands rose just the way she’d been told.
The crowd fell quiet, softened by her stare,
a hush that wasn’t common anywhere.
He spoke her fortune, gentle, warm, and clear,
a message meant for every waiting ear:
“Your future holds a light you cannot see,
but hope grows stronger when shared willingly.”
Something shifted in the people there,
a tenderness that wasn’t in the air
before she came and made them understand
how fragile dreams can be in someone’s hand.
The grown ups who had come for fun and play
felt childhood stir inside them anyway;
the kids who wanted magic, jokes, and cheer
felt bravery because she stood so near.
They gathered close, their fortunes in their palms,
and offered her their laughter, love, and calm;
a line of strangers, suddenly aligned,
each one determined to give her a sign
that she deserved a future bright and wide,
a world where she could run instead of hide.
And Zoltar, glowing in his carnival frame,
looked almost real as hope became a flame.
For magic isn’t found in gears or art,
it’s found in how we lift another’s heart.
And on that night, beneath the boardwalk’s glow,
the crowd became the fortune she’d been owed.
On dark nights, in cold beds I cry
Tears of purity, tears of asking why
I cry with questions, Do they believe in me
Do they let me even try?
They don’t understand My effort
They can’t solve my Darkness
Bleeding with agony, I fall in pieces
Pieces that are hard to be rejoined together
Pieces incurved, sharp, Broken
Never meant to be joined
People try to take the best of me, go away
Feelings just thrown away
Not even give a thought about my tragedy
My tragedy, my misery, my life…
If I messed up, I’m the bad guy
If I did good still I’m the bad guy
There isn’t a thing in them
That says: it’s ok
It was a mistake
I didn’t mean too, no you did
How come are you crazy?
Is it craziness that causes mistakes?
Or is it their attitude that makes no sense
Sometimes I think adults make rules
Rules about what is right or wrong
No sparkle in their eyes
No passion in their veins
They’ve lost the motive to feel
To sense…., to forgive!
Why?
Why not!
Their point of view
Each Friday they drank
vengeance
every bottle drowned
another ache
Knights
shedding the end of a week
elegant shine
lost in devil may care
Needs
numbed in a 3-day marathon
Drink, drink,
drink until dread's dead...
Why not?
Coz they can't unsee
a view
ailments never quit
piling
rays gamma
radiation
ever shooting -
more cancer
reactions
'n side effects that conquer
In and out
they pass,
dysenteric E.coli
offsetting the once ominous
virus
polio
raked out but replaced
by a Covid war...
(12/25/2020: '96 Fun Country DMS; memories of Hoodless..)
II - Sharon and Adeline
So who gets the blame, for the perfidy of their young lives,
having shared of caustic adults and their lust-groping girth?
A petite, astute blonde with candid need of sexualized aura
Never concealed, she’d writhe a come-hither to grown men
Never liking the boys who were closer to her pretty preteen
Only seeking pernicious pleasures of a pedophile aficionado
Not contrite, she’d dance the pole, just as mom had shown…
As she envied voluptuous Adeline, perfunctory in beauty's miasma
Nothing contrived in her distrust of oglers whose gaze could harken
Devils from her past, piercing them with angry blues so condemned…
As her mom disabled, leaned on a man who made Addie his manna
Dined on precocious curves she’d wish had never been bequeathed
Exploding in tantrums she fought unable to suppress all the seethe…
Little girls lost in the littler woman’s world, of the big man’s brothel
It was a ruse that it had closed, for females still suffer these incubi
Nice asses openly paraded non-stop; lower wages that still demean
Elderly men joking with objectified daughters, still considered, wise…
(2/22/2021: DMS; memories of SCH)
the conduct that codifies the laws of human behavior and such
involves phrases that are mandatory or by your parents you will get touched
to be mannerly, to be courteous and to act like you've been raised right
to use those phrases that society deems as being polite
excuse me, pardon me and of couse may I and please
words that we learned as children and as adults should use with ease
but the most important are the words thank you
the obligatory phrase that God our Creator is due
now Jesus was on His way to a town called Galilee
when He encountered 10 men afflicted with leprosy
now Jesus was One who would meet you wherever you are
no matter how high no matter how low be you broken, whole or scarred
He came not to save the saints but to help those who needed Him more
the sinners, the sick, the hurt, the lost and those who needed a cure
so when those lepers saw Him they cried out "Lord have mercy on us this day"
Jesus replied"you are now cleansed so to the priest go on your way"
but only one man came back and said in a loud voice "Lord thank you so much"
Jesus then reflected "were not all 10 men cleansed by My healing touch"
I've got to give Him thanks is what that Samaritan felt in his heart
I've got to give Him thanks for I've been healed by the hands of God
so why did the other 9 men not give Jesus what He was due?
why did they not show Him an ounce of gratitude?
we act like God is obligated to make us happy and whole
but what people fail to understand that in this life what is their role
we've got to give God thanks because He gave us the breath of life
we've got to give God thanks even during times of heartache and strife
and comprehend that God will always deliver if we have only a mustard seed of faith
and never to forget after being delivered we need to say to His face
thank you Lord, thank you God, thank you Jesus the Christ
thank you for everything that you have done in my life
it's not an option, it's not a choice, it's and obligation that is due
for everthing that we are to Jesus we simply say Thank You
Wyatt
by Edmund Siejka
We were in London
Dining in a four-hundred-year-old pub
Dark wood paneling
Beams carved from tree trunks
History and privilege
In medieval England
For us it was a family vacation
And everyone came.
My grandson Wyatt sat next to me
And I turned my attention to him
Letting the other adults talk
Among themselves.
Eyeing the beer in front of me
He asked
Grandpa can I have a sip?
Looking at this round-faced cherub
Sitting next to me
I couldn’t refuse
After all it was oatmeal beer
Easy on the stomach
And fairly bland
Taking a small sip
He simply said
It’s OK Gramps.
His mother saw everything
Reaching over
She tapped me on the shoulder
You shouldn’t be giving him beer
Turning to her son
And you Wyatt, you can’t do everything Grandpa does.
And then the food came
Sausage and Mash
Meat Pie with Mashed Potatoes
Fish and Chips
And dessert, Lemon Tart Pudding.
While we ate
I asked Wyatt
How were things in school?
Fine Gramps. And I have lots of friends.
Leaning towards me
He whispered
And you’re on my list.
List, I asked?
Yeah, a list of people I can always talk to
And who are my best pals
I’m honored Wyatt
I really am I said.
I didn’t say much after that
Afterwards when we got back to the hotel
My wife went to bed
And I stayed up for awhile
Thinking about this and thinking about that
But I couldn’t hold back the pride
When my ten-year-old grandson told me
I was on his list.
When I was young
I foolishly thought that the religious
Were a bit crazy talking of End Times
And thought it was some kind of spiritual
Cosmic battle, like a Star Wars scene
They were imagining.
Now I know that while it’s certainly spiritual
It’s much more prosaic,
Much more physical and mundane
Because I can see it happening
With my very own eyes.
Girls and boys thinking they are boys and girls
And the adults agreeing and enabling it.
Beta boys and men competing against
Alpha girls and women
And taking home the gold medals and scholarships.
Naive and well meaning liberals
Opening their borders to an invasion
Of aliens who have no desire to assimilate,
Or even get along.
Women killing their babies
And other women applauding out of solidarity
For simply being a woman.
Children killing humans just because,
They always wondered what it felt like.
AI taking the place of learning and thinking
Being treated like a dishwasher, indispensable
For basic tasks it is indispensable for humans
To actually learn.
These are the things that signal the end
Of order, the rise of chaos,
The end of civilizations
And all the time it took to build them.
These are the signs of the times
The end of something known
But now disregarded
And the beginning of something unknown
Blindly wished for
And embraced
By a self destructive race,
Storming the gates, yet
So ignorant of the actual Heaven,
Hell bent on making its own way
Out of Earth.
(9/29/26)
*Image of Globe Earth Map Of The World by Pixabay.
The Geo-Whiz
It is my second day in high school and I had signed up for Geography.
Nearing the end, our teacher gave a simple pop quiz test
... guessing that she was gauging us. She said to get out
our pens and paper and list down the alphabet's on the
left side of our paper.
She stands next to the classroom globe pointing at it and told us to write down any place on there that we may know about, except Hawaii, then write our answers to the corresponding alphabets on our list.
I live out in the country, far from the village high school.
We have no electricity but an AM transistor radio, basically,
it's entertainment for the adults. Now, that left us kids to
do whatnots. Mines was reading ... comics to encyclopedias.
(The completed tests were turned in, graded, and returned.)
Marked in red, she gave me 99% and an A.
The lunch bell rang and I went to her desk and said that she made an error and that she had crossed out my 'O' and replaced it with an 'I'.
I told her, "I did not write about a country but about a city in
Algeria that is larger than Honolulu." After showing her that
place on the globe, she changed my grade to 100% and an A+.
In regards to that correction, just add 'ran' to those alphabets to know what had occurred.
2021 July 02
products of the Lord God that's what are children are
works in progress whom we pray will in life go very far
looking at these young men who wear their pants hanging down
with their rear ends exposed
I often wonder what was going through their minds
when they purchased those clothes
we live in a world where you only get one chance to make a first impression
so what do they assume people think about them in the way they are dressing
there's nothing wrong with doing your own thing but the youth need to be aware
that we are all products of the Lord God for it was He who put us here
God is our Creator for it was He who gave us the breath of life
God is our Father, our Holy Spirit and our Savior Jesus the Christ
to be a product of the church is to be a child of God
to be a work in progress striving for a righteousness of heart
to raise your children in the ways of Christ so that they'll never stray
is the best way to make sure that they'll be successful in every way
I'm not talking about just titles, riches nor college degrees
I'm talking about raising children to be productive in every capacity
for them to polite, successful, respectful, courteous and kind
for our children to be a reflection of what God has in mind
most children raised in the church tend to have less struggle, stress and strife
they tend to become well-adjusted adults who have a firm grip on life
they know how to speak in public they are more confident and sure
the know that they are loved and always being encouraged
for the word of God is what they stand for
they tend to dress and present themselves in a manner most impressing
for as children of Christ they are assured of the Lord God's blessing
they're less anxious, less addictive, less likely to be violent or kill
they know that they can unburden themselves by trusting in the Lord God's will
our children works in progress products of the Sovereign God
raise them up in the ways of Christ from which they will never depart
350,000 are babies born each day across our planet Earth.
They look to us, their parents and adults,
to give their hopes and dreams and wishes birth.
To teach them how to use their voice to communicate…
their ears to listen and their eyes to truly see…
To teach them how everyone deserves their love
their respect, their compassion, their kindness and empathy.
To encourage them to think for themselves.
To show them when and how to give and take.
To show them hard work and perseverance are important
and how to learn from their mistakes.
To foster their self-confidence, their self esteem…
their overall attitude…
To teach them to be curious, to never to stop learning
and the importance of gratitude..
To teach them to be honest, to be healthy in body and in mind
Did I mention, when it comes to others, to teach them
how to be loving, respectful, empathetic, compassionate and kind?
And while we are teaching all these things…
I wish we were also doing more
to bring them into a world without hatred, poverty and war.
If we can instill in these 350,000 innocent babies
these honorable and virtuous features…
they will be ready for the 350,000 babies born
when they become the teachers.
And perhaps if everyone learns these lessons there will come a day
a day we are hoping and praying tor
when no baby will be brought into a world
filled with hatred, poverty and war.