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This is their moment
Place on your makeup and let us begin
Cast the shadows of deceit with a grin
Curtain calls and the show begins
The world is their stage, action consumes.
Warm hugs and I love you’s
Serene and pristine,
O, look how they are giving their all to you.
We are one they proudly say
but your hand is the one bent like clay
at the expense of putting on this charade.
You comforted them for their loss
Though their arms were folded when you lost your heart
I did my all, and I've given my best
I made them who they are, o how I'm blessed
How perfect
how right
how just
These lines read with sureness and might
Bravo
Bravo
how deep shall this go
Your fate lurks in the darkest corners
There you will find your:
Trauma responses
Fight or flight
Trust issues that sing aloud
Worthless, characters,
Keep your makeup up on
The show is not done.
The script is read, how dramatic indeed
Her part is played with vigor and feist.
With the roll of a dice, all are against her
but the sword welded came from her
Nameless game,
Adjectives should do
here let me spell it out for you
Weak,
Smug,
pathetic,
Delusional
you're no longer you, but what they think of you
This house is their stage, let the act begin
A wonderful family they say.
as they step over the sharp edges of bloodied mirrors
that scatter on the inside of our feeble bodies.
That mercilessly cut at our heels, we are forever
nails against chalkboards that go unnoticed
We are the thousand shallow graves that were dug without names
O how we give and give
and they take and take
Justify, manipulate, and cast the blame.
You've taken their hits,
Felt their pain,
comforted their sorrows
but what have you gained
Fake appreciations,
Blind assumptions
Degraded and in pain
Serpents venom spat
back at you.
If hate were a color this world
would not be blue
But only if they knew
that dancing among the rain, to hide our tears
The red was never from allergies
Curtains go down
applaud,
smile,
Encore
Encore
The Oscar for best pretender goes to...
YOU
For me the world becomes a playground,
the gray concrete becomes the forgiving mulch
beneath the swing set. The clouds start to move slower
and they all start to look more like dinosaurs or cowboys
when I watch them saunter across the sky.
The birds start experimenting with different genres.
Have you ever heard birds sing pop-punk music?
I think you’d really be surprised at their range,
I don’t know why they stick to classical and the blues so often.
The swans at the lake near my house stop fighting
half so often which is an amazing feat because swans
are the strongest willed creatures that I’ve ever met.
No love in the world, not even your enigmatic smile,
is strong enough to keep them from fighting completely.
Anyway, I’ve noticed all the doors I open do so eagerly,
and without complaint, no more whining or creaking.
Now that I’m really thinking about it I can’t
remember the last time I stubbed my toe or if I did
I can’t remember the pain. Splinters are a thing of the past,
my allergies haven’t come around anytime recently either.
But the thing that really stands out to me when I fall
in love is that I start seeing your face everywhere:
you’re in the window of every coffeeshop downtown,
you’re every person I stand next to on the train who smiles
sympathetically when I lose my balance as the train
leaves Boulevard station, you’re the murmuration
of starlings that weave and carve their way through pink
and orange sunsets above a silhouetted city.
I’m not sure if that answers your question but it’s the closest
I can come to answering it without getting sentimental.
Soon one and all will welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to winter’s last cold blast.
Indoor time will decrease as
Sounds of joy fill the air outside.
Closets will reflect the season--
Out with the overcoats, gloves,
Muted shades, and heavy shoes;
In with brighter, light-weight apparel.
Now, let’s unbox those shorts and flipflops.
Go ahead and stock up on grilling supplies.
Some of us have allergies.
Our eyes and noses will flow freely.
Our meds, we hope, will help. Achoo!
NEVERTHELESS, WE ALSO LOVE SPRING!
January 30, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (Jan 29) contest
My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to stay a week
During summer vacation, this was certain to be unique!
As we approached the house appeared a lumbering St Bernard
Whose regal name was "Caesar" skilled in protecting the front yard
If Caesar didn't know you he'd send you running for your life
His master's safe word left me slathered in drool, sticky and white.
Near the back door the gray feral cat "Bluebell" kept me in awe
As I reached out to pet her she became a Langolier buzzsaw!
Shaken but not stirred, I entered the house without further fuss
In the kitchen barking like a dog was their pet pig named "Gus."
Gus was running around the kitchen chasing after beagle "Snoopy"
Snoopy (primary herd dog), Gus (Snoopy's primary groupie)
When Snoopy springs into action they just leave him on his own
They know Snoopy will not return until all of the cows come home.
The yummy supper was comprised of the finest, freshest food
Sitting there quite satisfied and not wanting to appear rude
Said "I need to use the bathroom, is there one on either floor?"
First came silence, then laughter, "You'll find it outside the back door!"
It was night, pitch-black dark, there was psycho Bluebell's ghastly howl
Plus hosts of other nocturnal beasties surely on the prowl
Turning on the flashlight I made a beeline for the latrine
The visual and odors did not make an inviting scene.
Just like other things in life, subsequent "breaks" were not as bad
The fun on the farm the rest of the week left me very glad
I received hands-on experience in churning fresh butter
I milked cows twice daily by manipulating their udders
I rode the wide hay wagon pulled by the bright green farm tractor
I dropped hay bales, my allergies were the limiting factor,
Ending up with severe hay fever after only two days
The city boy jokes I had to endure left me in a daze!
Fifty years later I fondly reminisce about that week
My week on the farm, of which I now hardly find time to speak
There's joy in working a farm seeing the beauty of the land,
And the satisfaction that comes from working with one's own hands!
I'm starting to feel that some thing major may be amiss,
when I asked myself this am where is my water dish.
I truly love dogs but currently own none.
Could it be possible that I am turning into one?
I enjoy my exercise and like to eat alot.
Some days I now pant, especially when it's hot.
Most mornings I'm energetic but later my energies zapped.
I'll curl up with a book and take an afternoon nap.
My skin is dry and itchy.
I thought it allergies.
Could it be that some thing else is going on with me?
I love to greet people where ever I go.
I really hope I don't wag my tail to and fro.
They say that a dog lives seven years to are one,
so if I'm now a dog this life is more then done.
O, if I were a younger man
why, I’d gallop with the breeze
plant acres of flowers and trees
I’d devote myself to curing medical disease
even ‘incurable’ allergies
I’d visit the sick, comfort the bereaved
support the orphan, the widow, the frozen I’d unfreeze
Every moment of life I’d seize
milk it for everything I could squeeze ~
And I’d campaign 24/7 against Zoran Mamdani
and every delusional western pol with the socialist disease
As we wave goodbye to august
the last picnic the last nature hike
before the hustle and bustle of
school starting summers ending
moms hurrying children to get
immunisation holding records
transcript’s school bus schedule
finally the packet filled with papers
to sign for field trip forms picture
pamphlet permission slips emergency
contact form medication list
allergies finally the physical forms
attached with sports application
football soccer volleyball basketball
cheerleading karate after school
programs orchestra band theatre
connected with the boys and girls
club and the ymca changing the
calendar September is in view
the principal smiles as all the teachers
clean and stock their new classroom
awaiting the meet and greet pleasant
school staff I collect the fall festival
tickets start up the kettle corn machine
new assistant principal says to me
you’re an angel indeed die hard PTA
making my rounds helping to keep
my focus on this coming school year
parents raising their hands asking
questions where’s the bus schedule
my child gets motion sickness he has
peanut allergies I introduce her to the
nurse calming her fears instantly
what day and time is early release
let us wave goodbye to august and
have a wonderful safe school year
My Aunt Darlene used up hours worrying.
Turning down invitations, sitting in one spot.
Afraid she would fall if she got up.
People brought her meals, so she would eat.
It is unclear whether or not she ever used a commode.
Darlene worried about the weather, the time, aliens, space travel, ESP.
She worried about sugar, cancer, diabetes, mice, snakes and pigs.
There was a list of possible worries on her refrigerator.
When she ran out of worries, she referred to it.
My cousin Dharma Renee had worrying jitters, worrying tremors.
She spent a day or two so worried, they had to straight jacket her.
I watched as they tore her out of the arms of her prissy cat.
Wondering what benefit incessant worrying does.
She screamed possible worries to me as she was being locked up.
I was worried I might not remember them,
so I reviewed them in my sleep.
Food allergies, lightning, wolves, bears, tigers, lions, monsters under the bed.
I am worried right now that I have forgotten two of them.
Uncle Dartmouth thought both Darlene and Dharma Renee were silly
Why worry? He would ask me. ”What good does it do?”
I thought I had an argument for it, but I could not come up with anything.
“What bad does it do?” would have been easier to answer.
I looked over at Aunt Darlene to see if she was listening.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
I would not have worried about Darlene at all
If I had known she had died of a blood clot from sitting in her draahmed chair.
No worries now.
i take pills for minor headaches
pills for major anxiety
if you've looked out at the world today
then you know i take a lot of these
i take a pill to help with hair growth
i take a pill for my allergies
with the pollutants that are floating in the air
i sometimes find it hard to breath
i take a pill when i need to sleep
another when i need to wake up
the one that i use to sleep with
i take sometimes when times get rough
i take a pill when i get angry
a special one that calms me down
it takes me to a better place
to the very center of happy town
a pill to help with motion sickness
when my world begins to sway
fish oil pills to help with blood flow
plus garlic...to keep the vampires away
i take a pill when i eat something spicy
a pill that helps with gas
a pill when i'm feeling in the mood
that helps the mood to last
i take a pill if i ever forget
to ever take a pill
and if i forget to take the second one
i take two more to relieve my guilt
i guess you get the idea
if not this poem is nil
so i'll just put down my purple nexium pen
and go take another pill
This is their moment
Place on your makeup and let us begin
Cast the shadows of deceit with a grin
Curtain calls and the show begins
The world is their stage, action consumes.
Warm hugs and I love you’s
Serene and pristine,
O, look how they are giving their all to you.
We are one they proudly say
but your hand is the one bent like clay
at the expense of putting on this charade.
You comforted them for their loss
Though their arms were folded when you lost your heart
I did my all, and I've given my best
I made them who they are, o how I'm blessed
How perfect
how right
how just
These lines read with sureness and might
Bravo
Bravo
how deep shall this go
Your fate lurks in the darkest corners
There you will find your:
Trauma responses
Fight or flight
Trust issues that sing aloud
Worthless, characters,
Keep your makeup up on
The show is not done.
The script is read, how dramatic indeed
Her part is played with vigor and feist.
With the roll of a dice, all are against her
but the sword welded came from her
Nameless game,
Adjectives should do
here let me spell it out for you
Weak,
Smug,
pathetic,
Delusional
you're no longer you, but what they think of you
This house is their stage, let the act begin
A wonderful family they say.
as they step over the sharp edges of bloodied mirrors
that scatter on the inside of our feeble bodies.
That mercilessly cut at our heels, we are forever
nails against chalkboards that go unnoticed
We are the thousand shallow graves that were dug without names
O how we give and give
and they take and take
Justify, manipulate, and cast the blame.
You've taken their hits,
Felt their pain,
comforted their sorrows
but what have you gained
Fake appreciations,
Blind assumptions
Degraded and in pain
Serpents venom spat
back at you.
If hate were a color this world
would not be blue
But only if they knew
that dancing among the rain, to hide our tears
The red was never from allergies
Curtains go down
applaud,
smile,
Encore
Encore
The Oscar for best pretender goes to...
YOU