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( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
These dreams, they scare me
They fully control me.
They prevent me from moving.
And silence all my screams.
The screams I see
They never leave me.
For even when I walk
In the shadows those screams they follow me.
I fear sweet slumber.
I fear its perilous test.
Its shakes me to my bone.
And frightens me like a pest.
As my eyes close
In that bodily need to rest.
My hands start trembling.
And my heart starts to fret.
For once again I know
There will be murder. There will be gore.
Death as we see it
And death as I know.
Such a bloody scene it seems to be.
So angry and such ill fate
So much blood I refuse to see.
Blood on the floor and blood soaking my soul.
A violator, a bloodthirsty killer.
A revengeful sister.
A knife. A nail.
A sharp object of many a face.
A stabbing pain
A chilling scream
My racing heart
Echoing her dying dream.
The end is it?
So does it seem.
Fooled and deluded
In joy so repulsively.
Just as I think
This horror will end.
Once again, she comes around
To continue this vicious circle
Of death, stealing sleep
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Form:
Amanda, my dearest sister
Bitterness is not a good look on you
Can you not put the past behind?
Don't think for one moment that I don't support you
(Even if I come across as indifferent at times)
Face it, the path to progress is letting go
Getting rid of all that negative emotion
Happiness never visits the heart that harbours grudges
I know, it's easy for me to say but
Jealousy will just destroy you
Kill you from the inside
Leave you gasping for oxygen
Murdered by the pressure of being let down
New horizons lie just around the corner
Open door, if you'd just try the handle
Push it wide, walk on through, and don't look back
Qualities you have to offer
Riches that any future partner will cherish
Sever those ties, holding you to ransom
Throw yourself free, dive deep into
Unknown waters, swim for your liberty
Value yourself as
We value you, unconditionally and as for
Xander? Honestly,
You can do so much better, re-find your
Zest, your love for life, your love for you.
I want my little Sis back.
Love you.
Mi Amigo
Flying Fortress Mi Amigo Remembrance
Mi Amigo
It happened in the year nineteen forty-four
Ten young lives from that day were with us no more
Flying a B17 bomber plane
A ten-man crew “Mi Amigo” her name
Returning from a raid over Denmark
Badly damaged and struggling back to her mark
Her radio dead and engine misfiring
The skin in tatters from all the shell firing
A nurse plane was left to guide her way home
But they lost sight in the clouds and presumed she was gone
But the pilot valiantly searched for the English coast
He needed to reach Charleston but managed Sheffield, their last post
It was just before five on that February day
Children in the Endcliffe Park with a football to play
Mi Amigo couldn’t wait, she had to come down
She spiraled and tried to land in the Park ground
The pilot he saw the children playing there
He lifted the nose and tried to climb in the air
There is a Memorial Stone in the park these days
They planted ten oak trees for the boys they couldn’t save
The boys were all American aged twenty-one to twenty-four
February Twenty Second, they were lost far from their own shore
The Pilot determined he missed the children and hit in the trees
Heroes to the parents of the children playing in that February freeze
My mother watched the plane as it struggled overhead
The engine sound and smoke from above filled them with dread
They had souvenirs made from the Perspex nose of the plane
But they are now lost like the lives of the boys that were claimed.
© Amanda Tams 2012
It was the anniversary in Feb of 10 American boys that died in a Park where I played as a child. My mother would normally have been playing there with the others, but she watched it from her sick bed at home as the plane passed yards from their roof. Although she was an eyewitness this information is from A book By D Harvey called Mi Amigo Sheffield's Flying Fortress
I am worthy of love and I am deserving of it too, not that you cared about this, I was of no concern to you
My name states it there in black and white, how could you just throw me to the side as though I was never a part of your life?
I am a person, I have feelings too, but I guess that when you yourself have none you think of others the same as you
But I wanted to love you in the way that I wanted to be loved, I wanted to show you that you were worthy too, but it was just not enough
There was no changing you, there was no way that I could make you see, that what I wanted to give to you would have been all that you would ever need
You acted as though you wanted this gift, that you wanted my heart, but then like the coward you are you couldn’t finish what you had once started
So, I realized that I am worthy of love, but first I must love me, because to give someone else what I expect I first must see
What love truly feels like and you only find this within yourself deep inside, and then when you’re ready you can share this treasure with another for the rest of your life
I thought that you were the one that I would give this to, but as it turns out from the beginning you knew what you were going to do
You knew that you would never let me love you and that you could never genuinely love me, you only wanted to pretend things were different, that you could live in this fantasy
And for awhile it worked, we both escaped all the pain, but nothing lasts forever, and something had to change
So, you decided that you would be the one, that you would turn around and walk away and like a coward you would run
You were searching for something that I just couldn’t give to you, and to this day I wonder if you found it? That dream that you longed to come true
So, I hope that you open up one day to someone, somewhere out there, and that you learn to love yourself first so that for them you can care
I hope that as me you find the happiness in the sad, and I hope that you can find your self-worth and be a good man
But I know now I am worthy, I know that I am enough, I don’t need you to love me to see that now that our story is done.
I was on YouTube listening to the many artists that have sung Bob Dylon's song
To Make You Feel My Love. I love listening to the different versions of it sung.
When I saw an artist with a large following I never heard of. His name was Teddy Swims. He performs the song on his Podcast video under his name on Youtube. So if you go to YouTube and type in, Make you feel my love, Teddy Swims, you will hear the song and possibly see this comment that touched me deeply while I heard the song. I recommend listening to the song first and then reading Amanda Benson's comment after hearing the song by Teddy Swims. You have to hear the song before reading her comment below, or play the song while reading. This was so touching I had to share.
After hearing the song To Make You Feel My Love, written by Bob Dylan, performed by Teddy Swims...
Amanda Benson wrote this comment to Teddy Swims in the comment section.
She wrote " My absolute favorite. Sang this to my husband as he passed in the
ICU. Holding his hand, to his last breath. Thank you Teddy, I will always love you. Love Baby."
Amanda, your loving words
touched me so.
As I read your comment,
to the song below.
Words from Make You Feel
My Love, you sang.
To your loving Husband, as his
journey began.
Such pain you felt, inside to hold.
Will live forever, in this story told.
Dedicated to Amanda's love for her late husband.
Michael Tor
Forget everything.
Forget all our dreams.
Of children and marriage and life filled so meticulously.
For once in this lifetime.
I just want to be me.
Forget all the passion
All the love that we plead.
Forget all the anger
Forget all the zeal.
Remember the heart
That once used to beat.
Not needing a battery
To complete every feat.
Remember the need
To be more than you can conceive.
Remember the want
Remember the heat.
Remember the greed
To procure every stead.
To walk in the park square.
With your head
Not facing your knees.
Revive the action
Revive thee please.
Revive every emotion
That once set you free.
Steady you stand
No need or demand.
Speeding heart you recede.
No barrier to compete.
The fire rein stilled.
The love refilled.
Words come so easily with a power
That I had forgotten how to feel.
Do not restrain me
Or refrain from thee.
This love that once made thee
Shall never be regained.
Love lost love found
Love stolen and then gathered around.
So arguably untainted
So incompletely infatuated
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Form:
Reality is coming.
Don't you hear its wings, a-thrumming?
When prosperity smiled
on the people of the Nile
and there was bread and onions
no Calvins, Luthers, Bunyans
could disrupt the daily toil
to sell them snake oil,
but the workers in crisis
are sure to turn to Isis.
totem poles, Superbowls, Beyonce Knowles
cellphones ring tones Rosie Jones
will-they-fire-us, Trojan virus, Miley Cyrus
How long can you keep
them walking in their sleep?
In the watches of the night,
don't you sometimes take fright
when you think how it will end,
the day they comprehend?
Ron Paul, Fawn Hall, Rollerball
go-fasters, phony pastors, US Masters
shock jocks, Redsox, Amanda Knox
During the investors' meeting,
don't you hear those wings, a-beating?
Amanda Thing
1829 - 1918
BF and me
We rode into this muddy enclave,
This Quaker paradise high on an ever-descending hill
In March of ‘87
With Sunshine, our roan mare,
And a wagon full of old belongings and new hopes.
I recall the mustard fields blooming that spring
Like a million fires in the firmament,
And these fiery fields were intensely difficult to plow.
And the land had to be carved up like slaughtered meat
To pave the way for the railroad
And the first automobiles from Detroit.
First time I saw one,
I almost fainted.
BF and me
We spent many an afternoon in our feathered buggy instead
With Sunshine, our roan mare,
Riding the newly paved roads,
From Rideout’s Driveway to County Road.
And we saw,
From the top of Friends Street
The distant Catalina Island,
Shrouded in the hazy Pacific,
Like a sleeping giant under a brown blanket,
And we gasped at the mystical beauty of it
From our hilltop perch.
When BF died of a stroke in ’07,
I buried him in Clark Cemetery
And I thought I would never survive the grief.
But God sustained me as always
And I lived eleven more years by myself,
Among the roses and tulips
Of my Whittier Avenue cottage.
At 89 I died an old and tired lady,
More than ready to meet my sweet Savior.
My funeral was grand indeed!
They put baby roses on my casket,
And said the Lord’s Prayer.
Then they put me next to BF.
How starved you must have been that my heart became a meal for your ego. ~ Amanda Torroni, writer
I dreamed an elephant
was flying high with wings
extended and ever
soaring nearer to me,
as if it were clever.
I dreamed an elephant
was hiding in my room,
and all it really was
is the shadow of soon
to be doomed lovers' oz.
I dreamed an elephant
quit eating and was dead,
was nothing but a corpse
beneath a blackened shroud,
pall-grey without its warps.
I dreamed an elephant
was screaming in the night
as I moved out of view,
away from misery,
the elephant was you!