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If my house was on fire
I would grab some attire
To go outside in the nude
Would be considered rude!
If my house was on fire
One thing I would require
Would be my mobile phone
I’d call my hubby and moan
If my house was on fire
The item I’d most desire
Would be my laptop
Else my writing would stop
If my house was on fire
Yellow flames going higher
I’d grab my wedding ring
All my jewelry and bling
If my house was ablaze
I’d search through the haze
To grab my passport
Useful for the airport
If my house was full of smoke
It would not be a joke
I’d grab my new purse
No cash or keys would be a curse
If my house was burning
I would be quite discerning
I’d take a box of hair dye
Stray gray hairs I must deny!
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On that night I had no idea for it had been so exceedingly long
And in so longing for such glee, I was no longer all that strong
My heart was all but broken though I tried continually to fake
But each time his name was spoken I felt like I was going to break
Now over two and a half years since the last time he was here
Behind me was a bunch of tears for the son that I hold so dear
That night I never had a clue, only in actually seeing did I realize
My wish had finally come true for at the airport I got the best surprise
They said it was my Canadian cousins as I looked for them everywhere
I didn't even notice their happy grins for I was still completely unaware
Searching for them high and low but they were no where to be found
I was wondering if they'd even show but to see this out I was bound
And then right before my very eyes my son was just five feet away
Oh the emotion of such a joyous surprise for this was finally the day
I tried my hardest not to cry in finally getting to again see my son
But no matter how hard I had tried it was a fight that wouldn't be won
Welcome Home Vincent
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ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING
My husband had a restaurant
For thirty two years,
Much frustration, kitchen hell
And staff in tears.
The Oasis was a place to dine
Of note,
When exhausted, we drove down,
To the coast and surfed the waves on our boat.
He was renown,
From Limpopo, to Cape Town!
But the time had come to relax a bit,
So he could read the daily newspaper,
And actually sit!
We sold the Oasis, renovated
Our kitchen so it could be his
Own place,
And of course space,
Where I am occasionally allowed
To show my face,
But only to make dessert or taste,
And with a kiss of somewhat haste,
Retreat to let him do his
Own thing,
And enjoy an absolute kitchen
Fling!
He cooks with his hands, soul and
And heart,
And he always dresses for the part,
Be it kitchen hand, chef or
Restaurateur,
He is, and always has been an excellent,
Interpreter,
Of any recipe as far as Beijing,
In fact he can cook anything,
From any Nation, culture or creed,
He has a flair that none can
Exceed!
And looks so cute,
In his dinner suit!
It’s time to serve dinner in style,
Which takes a while,
First he lights candles, then gives
Me a hug,
Pours me wine from our silver jug,
Serves us both and eventually
Sits down.
He had previously told me to
Dress in a comfortable gown,
I guessed he had some surprise
Up his sleeve,
For it was the eve,
Of our Wedding Anniversary.
A bell rings, it’s our front door,
There stands a chauffeur and behind
Him a limousine ,
I still didn’t know what was in store.
Until, the limosine turned towards
the airport,
My husband had packed my suitcase,
And brought my passport,
We board a plane and then he
Discloses,
To me with a bunch of roses,
That we were off to Mauritius for a week,
And, gives me a kiss on each cheek.
He had asked the pilot to please hide,
The roses, everything was so beautifully planned,
I just cried!
Happy Anniversary darling, he said.
I also had a surprise for him,
For he filled my life with such
Happiness, to the brim,
But I would keep this secret until
We arrived,
Happy Anniversary sweetheart
I replied!
Hold on just one minute more before you walk through the door; hold on just one minute more and think carefully about it before you do it. You must resist all temptation and the ego of the heart that is pushing you to break the bond and leave the people destitute on the land. It is fears that take you to this place and have you screaming at the gate, it is fear that opens the cockpit when the pilot fell sick.
See them standing in long lines waiting on the divine. Their clothes are torn and dusty and their dry cracked lips yearned for a kiss.
Their dragged face stares at the distance in front ,looking at paradise curled up at the foot of the mountain.Their body yearns for comfort as they walk slowly in groups trying to touch something’s that they have lost. Their spirit bonds together as they journey towards nothing but someone says it is a new beginning.
Life has changed quickly, and you cannot tell from whence it begins, yesterday they were living in a Manson and today they are wanders in the street.
My heart is moved with compassion when I see people fall down and die in the street the journey was too long for them and many of them had nothing to eat so dehydration sign the final decree.
I have been waiting in this place to make a final move but each time the date is set, you make up a hard luck story and push me back in the bush. You are testing my patience in the most devious ways.
The trees are standing still listening to your mountain of promises that bears no weight and have no meaning. There is just no way out of here until the entre air is clear, everybody must go back to where they belongs and you must take a drastic stand.
Patience is your patience, patience is mine; you have got to get to the airport on time, the place is crowded and village people are there, you have got to give them hope for the test of the year.
Is there a better life over there? the bears are roaming the woods and the deer’s are moving too, they are going south west in their Sunday best looking for a place to rest but destiny has no comfort over there.
Walk on the straight line until you reach the bend patience will take you to the curve and turn everything around. Walk on the parallel line and you will be mine.
I arrive at the airport but they can’t find my booking
She’s painting her fingernails and not even looking
At last she locates it, then says I need to pay more
But I can now have a seat and not sit on the floor
I look at the departures, yikes they’ve cancelled my flight
I MUST be on that plane - they do not know my plight
Tomorrow afternoon I should be getting wed
And spending the night in my honeymoon bed
They divert me elsewhere, at least I’m in the air
Shame about my luggage, they can’t find it anywhere
One suitcase is in Milan, the other is in Hong Kong
My dress is in one of them what else can go wrong?
I’m getting quite tearful in fact it's all doom and gloom
Something else is missing – I’ve forgotten the groom!
11th July 2014
Poem edited August 2021 - originally written for Carolyn Devonshire’s vacation Humor Contest
Five Beginnings
“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do next.”
Loveless, we sat down together to our evening meal.
It wasn’t until I collect by bag at the airport that I realised I didn’t love him anymore.
The fridge started to gurgle.
He let me stroke his hair, unlike my daughter who enjoyed my attention and touch.
with one of these Five Middles
He knew it as well as I did that we hadn’t laughed in a long, long time.
I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I just can’t wake to another day of the mundane.
“You really are the spitting image of him” I said, whilst straightening his tie and top button.
Bang.
Five years ago, I never would have predicted that this would have been my life.
could lead up to which of these Fives Endings?
I mean, the obituary in the newspaper didn’t even get the date that she died correct.
All was well now.
In hindsight, I just should not have said that I would.
He faltered, like a new born calf taking its first slippy steps.
“This is what it’s all been leading up to.”
Ran the fields under a sky too small,
Dirt on my hands, dreams in the fall.
They pressed my collar, starched me white,
But my restless feet never walked in line.
Oh, I’ve been the stranger in every town,
The question mark when they wanted a noun.
I was the other, the one misplaced,
A shadow stretching out of its frame.
Burned in the desert, welded steel,
Turned every heartbeat to something real.
She tasted like whiskey, I tasted pain,
Still I keep spinning like a hurricane.
Jungle vines wrote their stories on me,
Tollbooth nights, counting change endlessly.
She broke my spirit but not my name,
Still, I bled just the same.
Oh, I’ve been the ghost in every room,
The silent hum of a distorted tune.
I was the other, the one misplaced,
A shadow stretching out of its frame.
Burned in the desert, welded steel,
Turned every heartbeat to something real.
She tasted like whiskey, I tasted pain,
Still I keep spinning like a hurricane.
Laid off like last year’s coat,
Learned to bend so I wouldn’t choke.
Now the airport is my only home,
No roots, just windblown bones.
I was the other, now I’m the storm,
No flag, no land, just the shape I’ve worn
From the outside looking in...
*Image of 12 Fun Facts Tom Hanks by Hotbook.
Thomas Jeffrey Hanks
Mr. Thomas Jeffrey Hanks,
Passionately pursued his dreams by pulling pranks,
By smooth-talking fellow workers, this prankster cannot be found,
As Hollywood checked in, opened doors of opportunity and he's making ground.
2021 June 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND JULY
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 30
*Tom and I formerly worked together in the mid to late '70s at the Oakland Airport Hilton Inn in the San Francisco bay area of northern California. I worked behind the hotel desk and Tom, who is a year older though we both graduated the same year, was a bellman there while attending Chabot College in Hayward.
I've walked at a peculiar
angle
As I've laughed at peculiar
circumstances
I've aged in the most peculiar
of vacuums
And went on to love in the most
normal of ways
I've worked in a spirit
of defiance
As I've traveled the many miles
from compliance
I've lived within the confines
of the moment
And written those things I
could never speak
I've seen the footsteps of
giants
Made by the intrepid feet of the
smallest of men
As the mirrors of my past have risen
in blind reflection
I've come face to face with
the only adversary I will ever fear
I've asked the age old questions
knowing there are no answers
I’ve taught the unschooled a language
they will teach again
I have vowed to seek recovery
for what the iconoclasts have broken
Until truth reclaims from power
—what was heaven sent
(Philadelphia Airport: August 1st, 2015)
*Image of Paradox of a Mindfoolness.
Irreconcilable Paradox
The midnight sun casts about clear shadows amidst a
twilight noon, 'tis yesterday.
The windy gale brews, astir none to wake the quietude,
America's Guy Fawkes Day.
Watched I the beautiful orange sunset rise up above the
rolling hills flat opened field.
Leaving my umbrella sorted at home, danced I out into
the deluged rain spots yield.
Ambling I briskly stood alone in a crowd, as a quandary
cleared ere me from behind.
Menacing maintaining all matters determined found I at
a total loss to ideas sublime.
Brooding of the things I yet can do yesterday, I hurried
along to finalize nothing else.
In my rush to the airport, boards I, a train that went the
other way past fields of elms.
My new schedule should get me to my appointment in
the nick of time, one day late.
Know I will get that new job for 'tis the first time work I
there as of prior' year to date.
Been unemployed for straight five years, works I out and
in exclusively hands-on daily.
My legs are stronger as a direct cause of that makes me
feel sick for I am e'er healthy.
Speaking on health, the car insurance is fully paid but
wonders I, much is still owed.
On the subject of owing, our daughter's graduation day is
today, four candles a-glowed.
The court speaking, arrangement rose criminal charges
the prosecution, never violets.
Friends and I went to a drive-in, saw an old film just cast,
our Model-T's all on autopilots.
In the end, we all walked out as unconditional strangers,
familiarities sensed a oneness.
E.g.; If hail treasures of an emptied chest wouldst naught
crusheth e'er emphatic dream.
Thence bandied wordings lay straightforwardly ere wee
tilt scale rove archaic extreme.
The farcical tale wove abstractly, yet absolutes resolved
parodies sage distinctiveness.
2022 February 15
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 10
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 March 02
*NOTE: I've portrayed the extremities of paradoxes distinctive values as self-defining based on its own merits, my placement via its close proximity to its opposite, validifies that point, whereto, abstracts become absolutes distinguishing their individualism.