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Vacation Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
The sweet fragrance of tall palms swaying in the breeze,
brought continuous harmony into our hearts,
The smell of contentment spread as far as the eye can see,
This was our anticipated honeymoon, we were never apart.
We had been through way too much as a young adults. Our vows were made and we stepped off the plane quickly entering a world of tranquility and peace. Kauai was our paradise. This was our destination far away from the life we left behind. It was on the other side of the world. Our honeymoon was anticipated for months, and we were finally there. We couldn't unpack fast enough, for all we wanted to do was dip our toes in the soft sands of the Pacific ocean. It had streaks of cerulean and light green. I saw beauty in each pebble as the waters floated up amicably. The warm breeze showered a gentle mist through my body. I had never felt that way before. The tides gently flowed up to my knees tickling my legs....
sweet scents of palm trees
tender mist sprays through my soul
peaceful Kauai
On a tour we drove around the massive volcano Mauna Loa. It has a peak reaching almost three miles high.They have been formed over the last seventy million years. To see the eruption of lava was an amazing sight for sore eyes. I witnessed the red flow of the volcano dripping down into a hole to the core of the earth. As we drove up to the cliff, my stomach dropped to the ground. The depth of the Waipoo Falls was entrancing. I was hypnotized feeling a sense of magical desperation longing to fly freely into the blue. I saw such tender beauty in Kauai. We deserved this honeymoon after all we had been through. There we were, on an island created only for love. The intimacy was delicate and our passion for each other drove my mortality crazy.
volcano of love
together in paradise
honeymoon island
Believing we can share such a deep desire for a vacation
Engulfed into the magic an island can freely give
Nature so beautiful, bringing natural elation
Watching the warm waters is so seductive.
~Date Written: February 8, 2016~
*"A tribute to "Pops" (Joe), (04/23/31-01/20/24) though what pans below mirrored life in the States for me, not Pops, but for two years at The Home before he passed, I'd drank tea cause he's unable to have strong or spicy etc. Once a month, though the last few months I drank alone. It was something that he shared, for you Pops." ... by Poet
'Twas a relatively crispiness in the clambering yawn,
a consortium of sorts setting up right across the lawn,
as duskiness drew up her covers relinquishing the day,
embossed intricately recently polished grace silver tray,
atop bears a quaint setting of Old Country Royal Alberts,
ah, yes, tea cups, dually statured and ushering desserts,
if you would please pour just a cup for me, for as you can see,
my 'friend's asleep at the wheel, engine's off, eve doesn't agree,
a host to vividness terms of circumstance circulated,
guesswork nature that entertains the uncoordinated,
the fumbling hands placed to the left or right be it a catchphrase,
a righteous smile of approval amicably gifts it weighs,
astir Pekoe, instants an intrusive bay fronts pleasantries,
prompts us of our intimacy adds value to home's sea breeze,
a nose full of redolent tea defines memories of us,
of times he drove us to school, then to doctors, still drives the bus,
a nodding gesture non flirtatious enthusiasm rises,
occasions an exceeding specialized intrigue comprises,
be a tea for two, Broadway Avenue, a smothered venue,
food cart with mixed tarts, lined signs of sweet kinds, beseeches of you,
I and my friend, who sleeps now and then, had two cups of Pekoe,
tea for my friend, it's not Pekoe, health-bot boy, it's Almond Joy,
'tis a pleasure, airs like a loon, trends sans measure, depth crescent moon,
he won't mind, he's sleeping--are you sure, yes, we're having friends soon,
they're here, ambulance? send them here--no rush, their skills aren't needed.
He felt his life poor--driving, "Pops, we made it--you succeeded."
I know that I won’t forget you
Did you ever believe that I would?
What we had together was special:
Magical, and exceptionally good.
Even though it’s now over
And we have parted amicably
There is a little piece of you
That will always be a part of me.
You inhabited my life for so many years
Gave me more than I probably deserved
Your love and loyalty and devotion
Was complete and unreserved
And I, in turn, gave you everything
To make you comfortable and happy
We got along pretty well, most of the time
I loved you and you loved me.
But something changed a while back now
There was something gone amiss
I could tell by the way you greeted me
I knew by brevity of your kiss
Oh, you tried hard to hide it from me
And I wanted to believe, and I really tried
But your lies and secretiveness
You could never successfully hide.
I should have confronted you maybe,
Forced the issue, brought it to light
But what would have been the point of that:
Who would have gained from such a fight?
So I swallowed my anguish and pain
And waited for the hammer to fall
Although it took longer than I expected it to
I lived in hope it would not fall at all.
You were kind and gentle with me
I cried and you cried too
It broke my fractured heart to agree that
You had to do what you needed to do
Even then I hoped against rational hope
You’d change your mind and you would stay
However, you just kissed me one last time
Then wiped your eyes and walked away.
So I sit here with my memories
The photographs, mementos and things
All the ephemera of our relationship
Such sadness some this stuff brings
Yet remembrances of happier times, too
Can still raise an affectionate smile
So I’ll sit here looking and remembering
At least for a little while
I know I won’t forget you
It’s not something I’m willing to do
However hurt and lonely I am
I’ll always hold a candle for you
I will love you forever, no matter what
You are in my heart forever to stay
And maybe, if things don’t work out for you,
You’ll return home to me one day…
Unfortunate circumstances made me a weekend father
Two parents separated by a marred history,
now had to care for a child ...
an innocent victim who received emotional shrapnel
as collateral damage from our argumentative battles
Our destructive habits fell onto her,
but children are very resilient, thank God
I loved being a weekend father
There was no bitterness about allotted time of custody,
none of that foolishness
My wife and I settled our divorce amicably ... no courts involved,
except for the legal formality of having a divorce decree issued
by the state
We worked things out between us much better being apart than when we
were married
It's funny how that works
So I got my daughter on the weekends, but over time I had her
more than the weekends
We bonded pretty good
And anyone with kids will tell you, that four-year-olds are a quirky bunch
They're old enough to do enough things for themselves,
but they still want you to do a lot of things for them ...
y'know, they still want the baby treatment
My daughter, she really only demanded two things of me when I first
started having her every weekend:
she wanted us to watch movies together, movies like "Lion King,"
or play video games together, video games like "Lion King"
And she didn't like the part of the movie where Simba's dad, Mustafa died
She always cried, and told me to skip that part ...
that always touched my heart
Because it told me, in unspoken words, that she loved me and didn't
want anything bad to happen to me
When she turned five, I enrolled her at my alma mater college,
in an art program for kids
My sister and father told me that my daughter had artistic ability
So every Saturday, we spent half the day at the college,
because after she got out of class, we would get something to eat,
then go to the main library on campus and get on the computers
To make a long story shorter ... she received an art degree
when she became grown
Becoming an illustrator and computer graphic artist
That's what being a weekend father means to me
Dear Sisters, because we are one
in that we share our DNA,
I put you all together as the “You,” that I love.
I love you for the fact that we all were raised together,
facing every turbulent event in our mother’s younger years:
the days she suffered with a mentally ill husband -
the father we adored who did not know how to love us back.
Together we played in our own private world,
comforting each other as our mother weathered storms
which eventually caused her to flee back to her home in the Midwest.
I recall our days on our grandparents’ farm -
the walks along the lane bordered by raspberry bushes
where we filled our pails eagerly with berries,
arriving home with red berry faces!
The games we played, the way we raced
through Grandpa’s corn fields, discovering
secret meadows and streams.
I recall the days when we moved with our mother to town.
How we walked everywhere we went without a car:
the walks in frigid temperature, the walks holding bags of groceries
and getting lost sometimes as we accustomed ourselves
to our route to school.
I remember playing at the pool, swinging on swings
at parks and playing all the time with each other
and the friends we included as our social circle grew.
The day our mom remarried, we welcomed new children
into our circle of friendship, but nothing compares to
the original sisters, the ones who came from our mother’s womb.
Today we are all different in many little ways,
and yet we are also (in so many ways) the same!
The way we chortle or use our hands to gesture:
I see our mother in those things.
The way we talk and talk and talk.
Endless conversations, squabbles (which always end amicably),
and that deep understanding in each other’s eyes.
In your eyes, I see my mother and I see myself.
You, my sweet sisters, are the love of my life!
March 8, 2023
For the "For You, Love" Contest of Regina McIntosh
Tell it to women
That men are not a dumping ground,
Why treat us like one?
We plant like paul and you water like Apollo,
then we wait for increase which one shares.
You don't expect us to plant and water at the same time.
Tell it to women
That we are who we are; men,
And the substance of who we are can not be overshadowed whether young or old, we are men!
Don't treat us like a stranger in the land we own,
You must go when we ask you to go,
That is the authority endowed us by nature in Adam.
Tell it to women
That men owns the jungle of life and its domain.
We have sucked the milk of the earth before they
Came from our ribs as a misleading companion,
A trait from their mother Eve made the world sinful.
I am not sexist but I speak from the truth of my pen.
Tell it to women
That we are the shadow that bake purity and love;
Created as their shield of living abundant life.
When we roar in the jungle, the forest is calm,
Nature made us who we are, men of courage,
Because we stand as god and can never be shaken!
Tell it to women
That the birth of our water from within are their
Beauty, show me a successful woman and I will
Gladly point out a man behind her success story which may lack behind her teeth after men are gone.
Their weakness has become our strongest stand!
Tell it to women
That their future lies in the house of a man,
Some may hop here and there glowing amicably
But their tomorrow still remains in men hand fix
Because men the world and we are the gods here.
Tell this to women
That men are not a dumping ground,
If men are why do they stand to pass out urine and women must bend in other not to wet themselves?
We have our shortcomings, yes, we are not perfect,
But treat us not as a mess which needed not to be attended to.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
The inklings of a perspective,
I had never even pondered,
That despite all the mistakes,
Not a single year was squandered,
I have held you to a standard,
That nobody could could live up to,
An ideal from a perfect world,
Something I couldn’t even do,
Now I am left with this horribly sinking feeling,
Deep inside my bones,
For this is part of MY healing,
It has nothing to do with you.
I am brought back to a time,
Filled with anger and blame,
When I felt that judgment,
When I felt that shame,
The bitter pill swallowed,
That poison just for you,
With all those fingers pointing,
What else could you possibly do?
But take on that role,
The sacrifice of our family,
Though I didn’t see it,
For you did it so amicably,
Not once have I seen you,
Cast aside that responsibility,
And I am sorry it took me this long,
To stop questioning your credibility,
I was completely blind,
But now I see,
That a lot of your shame,
Belongs to me,
To dad, to my sisters,
To even the Wiebes,
And that with every person’s problems,
You took credit for,
You saved us from the shame,
That we couldn’t ignore,
You willing took on,
Every single issue,
To this day not a single thing,
Have I see you dispute,
How could I miss,
Such an obvious truth,
That what you built was much greater,
Than what I had to lose.
That at the end of the day,
Now it is time,
To take back my shame,
For it was always mine.
Cast off that shame mom,
It isn’t yours,
It is finally time,
To stop keeping score.
For after all this time,
I finally see,
That all of your choices,
Were the best they could be,
That the hand you were dealt,
Was incredibly tough,
And that despite how I’ve acted,
You deserve to be loved.
Note: Wiebes were a family I knew growing up.
Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.
Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.
Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk upon water,
caressed by Poseidon's piano keys.
Pulsating palpitations beat eloquent echoes,
rousing freely along rhythmical ripples.
Searching for symphonic serenity -
composition of waves, amicably,
pave a path towards destiny.
Hope vibrates like Apollos's lyre and lute strings,
as winds whistle lost tunes from Athena's flute.
Melodies of the silent sea summon torpid tides,
as desire merges in harmony with the harbour -
passionately embracing barren shores.
Aroma of dusk's dew cools in night's velvet sheen,
as sinking sun is submerged into the deep blue sea.
Sprinkling of pearls appear - their reflection
shimmering upon watery midnight blue stillness.
In silent clarity of blackness,
flowing footfalls of fate purify -
awakening mind from its reverie.
The Silent One
6 September 2020
Mirabelle - a plum, also known as mirabelle prune or cherry plum, is a cultivar group of plum trees of the genus Prunus. It is believed that the plum was cultivated from a wild fruit grown in Anatolia.
Poseidon, in ancient Greek religion, god of the sea (and of water generally), earthquakes, and horses.
Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. His two musical instruments were the lute and the lyre.
Athena was a talented flute player, as she created it, but others ridiculed her when she played due to her cheeks. In disgust, she threw away the flute and said whoever picked it up and played it would be severely punished.
I am an only daughter
Because I never had a biological sister
It is safe to say
God has blessed me
With lots of women in my family
My mom is my rock
Always been a pillar of support
Since I was born
She is one of the strongest
bravest and hardworking women I know
Mom, you are a rare gem
Your unconditional love
Means a lot to me
Your advice I can never forget
Your prayers keep me going
You are ONE IN A MILLION
No matter what you do
My love for you
Will never die
Mother-in-law
I call you my second mom
I always prayed to have someone
Who would love and treat me
Like my mom does
God truly saw my heart
Like an answer to my prayers
Our paths met
Your courage, resilience
Are some of the things I love about you.
You do not tell me
What I want to hear
You tell me
What I need to hear
No matter what you do
I will never stop loving you
Oh my beautiful daughter
My princess, my sister
My little girl
Your presence in my life
Has been amazing
You have been a blessing
I will never trade our love
And friendship
for anything in the world
I love you my princess
How can I forget you
Sister-in-law dearest
In you I found a friend and a sister
We have had our misunderstandings
Our challenges
But we settled them amicably
In love and fairness
How can I ever thank you
For all you have done for me
You have a heart of gold
There are other women
In my family
Whom I love and cherish so much
But these ones
Are really special
The women in my family
Are hard to find
They are rare
And special
And I am happy
They are mine
I am really blessed
DATE: 06.25.2022
CONTEST NAME: "WOMEN IN MY FAMILY"
SPONSOR: SOTTO POET
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was the divorce court decree
She and I both bear the blame,
yet, why does an 800-pound gorilla
preponderance of guilt
weigh heavy on the back of me?
I know I did my shameful part
to wreck our marriage
To destroy something that was once beautiful
I’m guilty as charged ...
let the gavel of judgment come down hard
Let it pound me into the dungeon dirt floor
Laying prone, I see an equal distribution of responsibility —
Half of the woe is on her,
half of the lament is on me
Even though she and I both share in the blame:
why is there a cinder block preponderance of guilt
wrapped tight around my feet,
pulling me ... into the murky depths
of final separation misery?
No evidentiary discovery
came to my prosecutorial rescue
when I cried aloud my plaintiff plaintive plea:
Judge Judy judge ... then please have mercy on me
Though I ain’t the only one at fault —
having my soul split asunder
is the ultimate marital penalty
I truly know, she and me both are to blame,
still, a heavy rope preponderance of guilt
grow taut from the back of a moving pickup truck
dragging empty clanging cans of grief,
with a vanity plate that says: Just Got Divorced!
Untie the bind ... this kinda freedom don’t make some happy
Pay the piper for playing an arpeggio parting amicably
And the court rubber stamped my heart
with a piece of paper that said: No Longer Married
Attorney G. Eden’s closed briefcase sound:
a rusted chain swinging from a courtyard tree
was the echo preponderance of my guilt —
Lynched broken vows hanging me
Marriage went down in flames ...
only thing salvageable
was a tarnished maiden name