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(Sand Promises)
That holiday romance I still recall.
I close my eyes and remember it all.
And though so many years have passed since then,
Still, in my dreams, I relive it again.
We initialled a love heart in the sand
And built a sand castle so tall and grand.
We decided we’d live in it one day,
Then watched as the waves washed our dreams away
We exchanged addresses before we left.
But it fizzled out and left me bereft.
Although we had promised to stay in touch,
The distance between us had proved too much
I still recall how we walked hand-in-hand,
And those promises made, there in the sand
She was saying some words while I
rather
Small behind the familiar sofa sat with
a couple of somethings I
Can not recall while the
words were falling out of her
mouth like little Pandora's
Jars ready to crack at the touch of his
replies it was a delusional storm of
Elevated thoughts a few lost
commas
stumbled between the sounds to
reach the right spots
I saw them fall and
collapse she had
to go back
to the rooms with snow-like
walls there was
no way to catch her meanings although
I tried
With the trap of my mind but
they were fleeting fast
Perhaps
He just wasn't ready for that
kind
Of conversational style He
never got ready at last
She went back and never again
Appeared in our
house
except as
A phone call and a few tears
which he poured as I watched half
astonished and half
smashed
I was just behind that sofa but that scene remained
In the back of my mind
unchanged
Grandfather, Father, Son- three legends are:
they served their City service very well.
From 30s through the 80s, each a star;
as Firemen- many dangers each befell.
Three generations gladly took their stands;
not volunteers, but full-time, active shifts.
Grandfather in his open truck commands
the horses over cobblestones and drifts.
And next, his Son became a Father too-
and followed this career for many years.
His truck was motorized, no horses flew
by galloping to scenes with hidden fears.
At night men slept on bunks for just a while,
for guaranteed, the bell would blast alarm.
Quickly, they'd slide down on the poles by file
to race, and quell the fire- downsizing harm.
At times, some lives were lost when fires won;
and Firemen, although skilled, had fallen too.
But that did not deter this Father's Son
from following these footsteps when he grew.
Then, generation number three joined in
to follow on this path to serve and give;
this dedication he had learned within
his family who showed him how to live.
Our number three- my Husband- I'm so proud!
Former Marine, he served our City well;
rose to Assistant Chief, then was avowed
a legend of Three Generations spell.
To date, these three are still the only ones;
served sixty years through Fathers and their Sons.
Although this seems a light-weight mystery,
This was a code word of war history;
Resembling, as though words romantic-thrilled,
Volumes these words spoke of fear, frantic-filled...!
It's like the radar of war times present,
Two lanterns if by seas the foes are sent;
Bells of the church must peal once if by land,
Or twice if the 'regulars' through seas stand...!
Revere rode from Boston to Lexington,
He proved, like a fox very vexing one;
The enmity that roamed like a monsoon,
Broke out like a premature child born soon...!
Winning or losing, like day and night, goes,
Man's or woman's strength, like the moon, truth shows;
The phrase short; freedom won; Wow! Longfellow!
How charmingly have you depicted this show...!!!
Something, as though divine revelation,
Had dawned American liberation;
History, mystery, poetry mix,
From blistery great liberty did fix...!
20 January 2023
In America, after World War 2 and the war in Korea, the post war economy brought hopes of a bright career.
Many of its citizens were thawing from the freeze, but not us. We would have to wait; perhaps too few made a fuss.
Though our fore parents had already paid a terrible price, most would agree that our lot was still a very hard and vicious life.
Yes, although we were citizens and could pay our fares like all the rest; being Black, we were striped of rights and forced to the back of the bus.
I am certain that God heard the cries of the Black masses as they fervently prayed, "O God, have we not had enough?"
The beat goes on, and the unchecked heat waves of tyranny were yet unjust. And as the sands of time slowly fell in the hour glass, we waited.
The reality was that many more had to suffer and slowly bite the dust. Man's cruelty and debauchery are not new and never need be a mystery.
We would have to wait, like so many others in prior generations of history. Mortal man's unquenchable greed, and his thirst for power have no boundary.
God-given fortunes of rights are seldom relinquished by the powers that be. Undoubtedly, heaven did indeed gaze upon the broken promises of history.
So we waited for aid and relief from our inhumane misery. Nevertheless, The Almighty took note, and determined the time for heaven's visitation.
02242017 cj PS
I will no longer look for you
in the setting of the sun,
or in the breeze that sways the trees
when the tired day is done
I will no longer look for you
in the Milky Way so bright,
or in the glitter of the stars
on velvet of the night
I will no longer look for you
in the rosy streaks of dawn,
when nature wakes and the dew breaks
in diamonds on the lawn
I will no longer look for you
in the weeping willow tree
whose branches graze my shoulders bare
with touch of constancy
I will no longer look for you
in clouds that sail the sky
like wanderers, adventure bound
who simply pass me by
I will no longer look for you
beside the sun kissed shore
where wanting waves lap at my feet,
and pleasure waits once more
I will no longer look for you
in every passing crowd.
Although the banter flows around,
my heart keeps my head bowed
I will no longer look for you
when darkness bids me sleep
I'll close my eyes and dream a dream
where I am loved so deep
So know this painful truth I share:
My searching days are through.
Because you never looked for me,
I will not look for you
Eileen Manassian
In love and war, they say all is fair,
But once, when I took the marriage dare
Feelings, dark as night,
Burdened me, an angry fight.
While I rested upon my bed,
He stirred beside me as darkness spread.
Once alone in my melancholic state,
Long before I was escorted by my mate,
Tears would haunt me, cleansing my heart,
Reminding me that soon my love would depart.
Could that be shots ringing in my head?
There isn’t a doubt, my affection would soon be dead.
He often stared into my eyes,
Such a gaze – would ever chastise!
His love was like a silent moon, reflecting…
Though I was not so sure what he was expecting.
Would his love last past the new?
Honestly, I didn’t have a clue!
Although he promised we’d last forever,
He certainly wasn’t very clever.
He died, his spirit drifting away, like the dew beneath the sun,
No one ever knew what I’d done,
They might search, but wouldn’t find my gun –
It was buried with him, this man who my heart would shun!
The only reason I can’t seem to forget his tears,
When I search through the memories, all those years,
His ghost seems more like a passing song,
Whose refrain reminds me of what I’ve done wrong.
But, when all is said and done and he’s finally gone,
I sneer at the phantom of my beloved Don Juan!
O long and lonely winter nights; times of my early childhood.
Often weary and wet, but filled with a few people, decent and good.
The sun of the morning never ceased to light up our lives,
as the parting moon of the evening ceased the thrive.
Occasional dog barking bred security like alarms and beepers.
Active crickets and lightning bugs, entertaining to deep sleepers,
stepped aside like trained soldiers, giving way to crowing roosters.
When the roosters come calling, there is no need for ghostbusters.
Stars of the night, although in their domain and still alive in flight,
The sun's time had arrived to cast them clean out of sight.
Planet earth, faithful to her task, never ceased her spinning,
and she has been hard at work revolving since time beginning.
Dangerous creatures of the dark nights prefer to seek and hide.
It's the way of nature, the only way they know how to survive,
but the moon is programed to control the rise and fall of ocean tides.
It's all God's way of programing all life and things to keep us all alive.
101520PSCtest, Collaboration with the Silent One, Silent One
Edrylin was barefoot and starving when her mother found her all a fret.
She promptly swooped her up and took her to nurture her with her dragonet.
Her brother Milartu and she learned the wisdom of their caring mother
She knew her days were numbered and they would help each other
Milartu was not easy on his little sister, he wanted her to be strong, this little earth-one.
She was light of foot, and when they fought, he was careful for her abject fierceness was like the sun.
Edrylin although born of the weak, was a trainable-flesh-warrior worthy of a foe.
She was extremely light of foot, and when they fought, Milartu knew she would not fight slow.
When the day of the real battle came, they stood back to back, these magnificent two.
Brother and sister, maybe not forged by the same womb, but raised by a wise dragon who knew…
Fighting the enemies with a terribleness neither understood until that day they had.
When the smoke cleared and the bodies lay in heaps, smoldering, both were extremely glad!
And when ever I reach down everything is OK.
A jingle of my keys, pocket change.
And there you are.
I'd have a heart attack if I were to reach down and you weren't there.
I don't know what I'd do.
Back tracking every step. Doubling back every where I've been.
Pacing my breath in attempt not to panic
I know it's an unhealthy dependency but face it.
You are a part of my everyday walkabout.
Whether it's something that I need to know or randomly bored.
You always put a smile on my face.
Although some news I'd rather not know. You tell me in a way that I'll understand and I appreciate that.
Searching for a smile pure and humble.
A small print made large. Easier on the eyes.
You teach me things that I'd never think to look for.
Random searches that tie into the things I don't know that I need.
Me sitting in front of you face to face.
Our conversations spanning for hours at a time.
I know at times you need to recharge your batteries and I try to let you be.
But even when your sleep you don't mind waking up and keeping me company.
Even if it's just a second