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“Grandma, please take us to the fair,”
in unison, the grandkids pled.
The boy was 10; the girl, just 4.
“OKAY! Let’s hit the road,” I said.
The nearest open parking space
was many yards shy of the gate.
We walked, engulfed in summer heat.
They didn’t care. They couldn’t wait!
Then suddenly Alisha squealed,
“Look, Grandma, Billy! Did you see
the clown with funny-looking eyes?
He was behind those big tall trees!”
“I didn’t, Honey,” I replied,
and Billy said, “She’s got a wild
imagination. I did too
when I was just a little CHILD!”
I bought their armbands at the booth.
I sipped my Coke and watched them ride.
We blended with the jostling crowd,
with grandkids close, one on each side.
I held her hand, but she wrenched free.
(She always does!) I called her name.
Then—there she stood, not scared at all.
She said, “Grandma—the clown, he came—”
“He came from WHERE?” I told myself
there was no reason to be scared!
“Behind that hotdog stand. He said
he had some candy. Look! He shared.”
I tossed the candy in the trash.
With eager eyes, I searched the crowd.
I questioned others, “Have you seen
a clown?”—my voice a bit too loud.
One man said, “At the rodeo
I saw two clowns—one, dressed in red;
the other, purple. Both were short.”
(Should I feel better?) "Thanks,” I said.
Alisha shook her head. “The clown
with ME was TALL, and he wore blue.”
Her brother rolled his eyes. “OKAY!
C’mon. I’ll win a bear for you.”
As I stood near the kids and watched
my hero grandson win a bear,
I froze in terror when I saw
someone had gapped Alisha’s hair!
“It’s getting late. Let’s go,” I said.
The pervert with the “souvenir”
would never touch this child again--
so young she hasn’t learned to fear!
I told the people at the gate
about the “clown.” One drawled, “I see.
Well—thanks.” He yawned and kept his seat.
Another win for apathy!
February 26, 2019, entered in Julia Ward's At a Fair Contest
I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining and then they turn black as night.
I can't compare your love to a high flying kite,
For in a tree can get caught that kite.
I can't compare your love to the brightly shining sun,
For the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I can't compare your love to a knight in shining armor,
For his life has no meaning once he’s finished his quest.
I can't compare your love to an angel,
For angels sometimes fall from heaven to hell.
I can't compare your love to the rain of life,
For there would be no life if the rain never fell.
I can't compare your love to the pure white snow,
For when the warm spring comes it all melts away.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly,
For the lifespan of a butterfly is only for a single day.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly to see through the dark,
For once the wax is melted the light goes out.
I can't compare your love to the innocence of a new born baby,
For if it doesn’t gets its way it tends to pout.
I can't compare your love to a fish swimming free in the sea,
For if the fish are not careful they can end up on a hook.
I can't compare your love to the greatest literary work,
For when you get to the last page that’s the end of the book.
I can't compare your love to a secret tightly locked behind a door.
For the secret can be found to one, if one only had a key.
I can't compare your love to anything of value on the earth,
For our love extends beyond the heavens for all eternity.
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
yeiyah
shes the wild child carefree
inhibited, unpredictable
invincible rebel in me
free as a summers breeze
liberated and quick to pop bottles
throw back shots like everyday is a celebration
quick to pop off n throw hands when violated
go hard or go home
ride or die chick
pop off on some "bonnie n clyde", "mickey n mallory" natural born killer ish
cute n small sexy petite mami n all
ready to take on the world and more
heart scorn, vulnerabilities gone and hard core
results of life unforgiving wars
mentality strong
shes unable to be controlled of destroyed
wreck less on the edge of earths surface
yaya
shes fun,cracks jokes, she is the life of the party
she embodies life and cares for those she holds close to her heart
down to ride and fight for anything worth it
gives good advice to others but fails to follow her own guidelines
feisty and sarcastic
more than a friend and puts her own needs and wants aside for those deserving
love her or hate her
guys wanna beat it and girls wanna be her
yessenia
shes the dancer
shes the chick that once her stiletto touches the stage
you cant take ya eyes away
you become hypnotize by the way she moves
shes smooth n sexy effortlessly
gorgeous, shes a the baddest chick in the place
you know that she knows this
just by being in her presence
but shes not conceited
shes different and so unique and articulate
unlike the average chick
alisha
shes quiet at times and social at other times
multi-talented wise beyond her age
always over analyzing and too giving
wearing her heart on her sleeve she tends to conceal emotions and deep feelings
behind her smile her heart screams
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Down the road, near the town,
No one knew where she'd be found.
Stolen from her bed at night,
Waking to find her gone was a fright.
The window curtains blew gracefully in the wind,
Their ironic dance of doom was a sin.
The ladder was left among the broken glass,
The kidnapper knew they would never be found if ever asked.
Down below a search party grew,
But where to look nobody knew.
Near the park where she loved to play.
Under the bridge that lie close to the bay.
Up in the tree house hidden in the willows.
In the basement blanket fort snuggled in the pillows.
On the swings down by the old school.
In the neighbors backyard swimming in the pool.
But nowhere that they looked did she appear,
Losing her forever was their biggest fear.
They could still see her in their memories,
But all of that was gone on the first gentle breeze.
Weeping siblings and a mourning mom,
Could to be that she was really gone?
They lowered her down into the silent earth,
She'd lived in this sleepy town since her birth.
Nothing like this had ever happened here,
So why her? Why now? It wasn't fair.
The flowers where placed upon her grave,
All through the service her little sister had been so brave.
They all went home but things just weren't the same,
What had happened had brought the whole town to shame.
She died at the too young age of seven,
Earned her wings and flew to heaven.
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
I paused on the landing of the wooden Victorian staircase, pondering whether to pick my
way back up the portal between the worlds of the living and the dead. In my previous
ascension, I found myself frequently looking over my shoulder sensing a demon bent on
crossover from its imprisonment using my body as a vessel. I swallowed my fear, found my
resolve, and cautiously stepped onto the first of the rickety steps. My heart beat once, in
what seemed like forever, every drop of blood being squeezed through at once. I strained
my ears to listen for the echoed step of my invisible intruder. I was greeted only with a
silence so thick if felt as if it were a substance pushing me back to the safety of the realm in
which I was meant to reside. I would not relinquish my resolve however, so I continued on
with my suicidal mission to the pinnacle of the never ending staircase. Again I stepped
forward and again my heart welcomed to entire contents of my body into its chambers in a
singe pump. I waned, waiting for the echo of the creaking wood, made so over a lifetime of
abuse from the decaying buildings wraith like residence. My ears detected eternal
nothingness.
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
Be not a constant reminder of such a withered existence,
State of mind being part of the fear, fear of a losing race.
Flying past the places that were lost before they were found,
Finding warmth from the blood, flowing without a sound.
Speak that I cannot hear, don’t escape me no matter what u want,
Yearning for eternity the only thing I have not got.
Deliver me a way to bring Balance back this way it comes,
Towards the place where the pinnacle was sliced,
Cut the cord to the one thing left beating in this body,
A corpse, delivered unto me, disgraced from all who looks upon thee.
Pooling from corner to corner, seeping through the cracks,
Creases made to conceal and make the weary forget time,
Pendulum that stops for no one, hold, feel, touch, caress,
Trace a pattern in the sand, so a way may be found,
Hide not from your hero, gasping for breath your only speech,
Tell me not, the task I ask, cannot be done,
Finish what you promised and save me, save the balance.
Bring the balance back to me, save us from our sanity.
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requested in writing to the original author. © Alisha Groves
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to
the original author. © Alisha Groves
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to
the original author. © Alisha Groves
I am a grizzly bear in the depths of the earth, taking one last look at my forested
wonderland before I fall into a deep, dark slumber, safe and sound in the rocky cave that
encloses me into my bed of leaves. From the inside of my cave, the outside world looks like
a painters palette with its brilliant array of colors and shapes. As I look before me, I see a
changing world. As the leaves start to turn from green to red and orange, they dance a
ballet of the season then fall to Mother Earth as their resting place, where they too will sleep
until next spring. The castle wall of oak trees block my view of the trickling spring just
ahead. Before the spring appears, mossy green rocks are trying not to drown in the breath
taking view. I take one last look at this enchanting scenery and I pray that I will remember
my beautiful vision in my dreams.
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
My hand to god I do give.
In his arms I do trust.
He have me a life so beautiful that even after,
Life still means so much.
I tell all to those I love, it's ok I've found peace.
I say to all my friends and family,
I'm never far or out of reach.
That if you walk outside and look at the sky.
I'll be the brightest star that you see.
Just making sure all I love are safe, happy & free.
I'll always carry your love, it out shines all the rest.
And I'll always be here waiting until it's time for us to meet again.
For every life that is lost,
A new one rises again.
So for all those who are out there,
Don't fear it, for your journey has only just began.
I read a story in the paper about a girl dying in a car crash her name was Alisha
and it touched me so much this came about!!!
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