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When I buy paper towels,
I don’t care about the ply.
I just don’t want boring white ones
And perhaps you wonder why.
Well, a towel with a picture,
Printed on each rolled-down sheet,
Seems to brighten up my kitchen -
Same with napkins, I’d repeat.
Some have flowers, others veggies,
There are those with bright designs -
Any type of printed image
With my preference aligns.
Lately in the supermarket,
All the choices have been white.
While I looked, another customer
Agreed it wasn’t right.
It’s the little things in life
That pick me up and make my day.
Even something insignificant
Can help me feel okay.
(a series of micro vignettes)
Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build.
We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the flow?
When my phone, lying on the table, jiggled. The caller ID read, “Tommy’s girlfriend.”
Chella gave me a little look. “I never change anyone’s ID,” I confessed. “Neither do I.” Cellia agreed.
“She broke up with him years ago..”
I feel sorry for panhandlers, I don’t see them often but I saw one yesterday. Who carries cash any more (Noone)?
Along the same line, Chella and I are wired, it-girls - we’re noise cancelled. Were you talkin’ to us?
We’re hard to engage, not because we’ve got attitude - we just can’t hear you. It’s irritating when I have to tap-out of some stream to hear people.
Even if it’s the waiter from the bistro downstairs delivering their exemplary frozen-strawberry-smoothies and burgers.
Later, after the pool, we showered. As I was toweling my hair, I studied myself in the mirror.
“My skin is SO screwed up,” I moaned, “I need a ‘rescue spa’ facial.. Let’s go to New York (city)—I’m taking you there.”
“There’s a ‘Forever Young Spa’ on Beacon street.. about a mile from here,” Cellia offered.
“Ever been there?” I asked.
“No, but the ad says they have an AI-powered massage robot. I’m curious.”
“Ooo! Call ‘em up, see if it does happy-endings.” I laughed.
“We could get a home unit.” Cellia updogged.
“I think we’d need the industrial version,” I added, “that’s the sell.”
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Songs for this:
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
Goodbye by The Sundays
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Our cast:
Chella, A tall, lithe black girl, from Liberty City (Miami) Florida. She's a Harvard Master's candidate with a ‘Bachelor of Science in Global Affairs’ from Yale. She had it rough growing up - she was buying skin-care at Trader Joes! I'm showing her some things.
Your author, a simple trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia and a Harvard Master's candidate with a Bachelor of Science in Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry from Yale.
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Burgers = bacon cheeseburger w/tomato, sautéed onions, ketchup and fries - hold the mayo and mustard.
Owen Kucharski found himself inside
of a rather awkward situation,
all because of a women that he saw
every few days for adult ‘recreation.’
Her name was Laura, and he had met her
when they’d both drank too much at a bar,
she was in her mid-thirties, very pretty,
and had said,”My place isn’t that far!”
It had been a very impressive night,
and three more times to her house did he go,
then one night a friend whispered to him
that his friends-with-benefits was a widow.
Owen learned Laura’s husband had been a cop,
killed in the line-of-duty just last year,
and the he was her way of distracting
herself from the grief and the tears.
He couldn’t blame her for wanting a break,
a mind could not always be doom and gloom,
but he was annoyed when her family sneered
that he 'knew the way to her bedroom.'
And it wasn’t like it was a serious thing,
they agreed he would not spend the night,
it was just relief for a woman in pain,
a meaningless but needed spot of light.
Besides, he doubted she’d go for him,
he owned a pawn ship on the red-light streets,
totally legit, he always followed the law,
but was still looked down on by society.
The wife of a hero never would deign
to be serious with a man like himself,
so he took what he got, convinced that she
was just using him until she got well.
They had their fun seven more evenings,
and the rumors had started to fly,
it came to a head one warm Friday night
when Laura asked if he could swing by.
He walked brooding, down towards her house,
a stew of problems distracting his mind,
as he drew near he heard loud chanting
and looked up, shocked at what he did find.
Two-dozen protestors stood outside her house,
screaming boatloads of obscenities,
supporting the man who shot her husband,
who was in prison for his sentencing.
They declared that her husband had framed
their ‘hero’ because of his dark skin,
they offered no proof, nor seemed to care,
that the criminal had started the thing!
That he had opened fire on the cops
during a drug-deal that had gone wrong,
didn’t event enter into their minds
as they sang out their loud protest songs...
CONTINUES IN PART II
You might perchance think: why this change of heart,
But things do change. Not so is from change free,
Give me one chance, one chance for a new start.
I thought, he cannot think of life sans me,
And hence this uncharacteristic plea:
Time changes and I'd too— for my own sake.
Look, my life's a golf ball perched ‘pon a tee,
I agreed, not sure where would go this rake.
The life when lurks on point of no return,
Oft turns, prodded by head, much less by heart,
Nor yet knows what it wants, nor cares to learn,
And my life had become oh a pushcart—
You get when frozen, snow sinks down lower,
Chilly frost's felt and stupor takes over.
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Sonnets | 02.11.2016, revised Sept 2022 |
Poet’s note: Life often turns out a series of compromises, not just adjustments. Marriage is sometimes more so. The lady of this sonnet here is caught in one such marriage, a victim of infidelity and falsehoods. A time comes when she no more cares, or she is too tired to, and a stupor takes over.
WATER THE MOON
Aboy and a girl, good lovers
From the fountain of Love
Get out wáter.
-Say to me if do you want me, John
Drink this water. If you don’t want it
It will be because you love another.
John leaves her without saying nothing
And, at the moment, she knows
That she has lost his loves.
Speaking ill of him, She says to Moon:
When he goes to Adela’s home
She will be in bed.
An embittered branch of blossom
Squeezes with death
Her throat.
John, crying at the top of one’s voice
And coming out from her house
Is agreed with mournful women.
-Turn John with the other
Leave the dead
Adela’s remains appertain to Earth.
The hunt for quails had begun.
Two old men sat on a bench on the main street.
A shot rang out of the stillness of the countryside.
Below one old man, weak-sighted but the sound of hearing,
raised his head towards the ridge.
"He missed! Surely the fool has missed!" he said.
Up the street, two youths approached, both carried
a double-barrelled repeater. Both had empty bags.
The two young men stopped in front of them.
"Oliver would have hit any bird even with half-blind eyes,"
the taller one said. "And you, Bert? Come with us tomorrow?"
Laughing, they continued their way.
"Of course, rest assured we are indeed men!
I lost count of the number of quails I caught!"
"We are men! You know what, we’ll go hunting too."
Two heads, one white, one bald, nodded in unison.
“We’ll meet early at six tomorrow.” They agreed.
The town hall clock rang out every hour.
Six o’clock struck. Nature slept on.
Below, in an alley, two old men dreamt. Damn fools!
They moaned in their sleep. Why can’t they shoot straight?
THE AMOROUS ROVER
An amorous dog, name of Rover,
Tried to win a lady dog over.
She agreed to a date
And although she was late,
Our Rover was truly in clover.
They had best caviar and champagne
And duck a’lorange for their main.
When it came to the sweet,
They conceded defeat
And decided it best to abstain
She said, “I am watching my figure.
I don’t want to get any bigger.”
And to make sure she knew,
“I am watching it too,”
He said with a lecherous s.
He wanted to make her his soul mate
And thought he would move at a fast rate.
He said, “Your place or mine?”
She said, “That’s out of line,
I never succumb on the first date.
That was two months ago back in May
And he got his way, needless to say.
And as for her figure
It got rather bigger.
They expect their litter next Friday
7th March 2022
Tall Tales 1 poetry contest
Sponsor - Jeff Kyser
HowManySyllables.com
Never miss taking my happy pills
Keeps me on this joyous path
Singing all day, sleeping all night
Starting each day with a laugh
Never agreed with taking medication
Not needed for us to survive
But with all the stuff we have to endure
A little help is needed to get by
Non-addictive, it's only to remind us
Small things aren't important to life
Things that are basically non-life threatening
Ignoring them eliminates strife
At times it's difficult to remember those days
A much calmer life with less stress
Hard to get along without a wee bit of help
It could be better, must confess
Really though, you're all my happy pills
And I mean that in the nicest way
Feel so alive coz you stimulate my senses
Look forward to our chats each day
David & Goliath
And it came to pass that Philistia
and Israel waged war between them in
the Valley of Elah, where a compromise
was agreed to (one on one)
with the spoils of war
forfeited to the victorious.
And so, Saul asked, “How many behind me?”
And his general replied,
“With the Lord on our side,
there’s no need to count,
but there is one,
a shepherd willing to sacrifice his life.”
And so stepped forth David
clad in sheepskin, supporting a staff,
and Saul (grasping at straws) said,
“Dress the boy at the Lord’s behest,
and let it be known throughout Israel,
no greater hero is found.”
But David rejected Saul’s armour
and went out with a pouch of stones
and a sling to meet Goliath
and smote the Philistine,
and all Israel rejoiced,
for the Lord was on their side.
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Reference:
Old Testament: 1 Samuel 17:1-58
We took a vow,
"for better or for worse." Your love has been there, always loving me.
We said "for richer or for poorer," we have known what it is to have nothing and work very hard.
We agreed to both "in sickness and in health," unfortunately we have known sickness too well. I love you, just three little words. Three little words, coming from me to you.
Date Written:10/21/2021 I Love You Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper