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I cried at that time. I still remember. Then I forgot,
This was because within no time a better one I got;
Better one, the elders said, but, did I truly feel so?
Anyway, by way of fun frolics, I did let things go;
On and off, yet, that little doll of mine flashed in my head,
Smiled for a while...! Left...! In my mind, a sad shadow did spread...!
In my school days when a pencil or eraser I lost,
She crossed in and smiled and made me frost and mentally tossed;
When any little flower I loved suddenly faded,
She crept in and smiled; but, my joy canvas got coal shaded;
When precious friends entered my life and, by way, moved away,
She came out of the blue and made my mood of sadness sway...!
She was in at my mother's death and at my dad's demise,
Sat smiling midst my unknown implicit heart-rending cries;
In the form of my darling, yet, for life-long she entered,
My existence got a new meaning and turned joy-centered;
Now, that, she too is gone, soon she's in, filled with a broad smile,
Is it to tell me, with life's changes, I should reconcile...???
18 June 2023
The Lost Doll Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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In spite of my advancing years
One thing always remains consistent
My joy for life, love and happiness
The blues are almost nonexistent
Why was I chosen to be this lucky soul
With this devil-may-care attitude
While others can't seem to catch a break
Every day they're screwed and tattooed
Is it just the luck of the draw
Do we really have a say in the matter
You can surely bet your sweet bippy we do
Betcha think I'm mad as a hatter
Where did that silly old saying originate
What is a mad hatter anyway
Must be from the dark ages methinks
Don't hear of those guys nowadays
Okay, seems I've drifted a bit off the track
To get back to my love of life
Guess I'll just let the good times roll
“Jump up and yell, “life's a blast!”
Come on Down
In our world of existence and realm of space beneath earth’s atmosphere,
whether birds, balloons, kites, or planes; they all went up and came down.
Some lighted on tree limbs; some were held by strings; some machine landed.
There once was a man name Enoch who went up without a warning.
Before he came up missing, he would often take long walks alone.
Well, he was assumed alone, but later, everyone saw differently.
Anyway, one day he was out walking and talking, and suddenly, he went up.
This was after he had already lived a very long life by our present standards.
But before he disappeared, he had a son who became the oldest person ever.
His son lived twice as long, but Enoch left a reputation for “Pleasing God”.
Believed to be the first human who never died, he went straight up to God.
I don’t know when, but I have reasons to think he’ll be back down some day.
03032016Gen.5:12;PS Contest, “What Goes Up Must Come Down” by
Catie Lindsey
I awoke and wiped moon dust from my eyes.
Kissed an ancient tabby cat in the morning light.
The sun found the slats in between his lives.
Nine A.M I gathered just enough ambition.
To peel an orange and crack an egg.
Went outside to water withering pansy faces.
They whispered to me that I was very late.
It hadn't rained for 9 1/2 days.
When I was young, they spoke of another ice age.
Now they say the planets are quickly burning away.
Who are "the they" anyway?
I stared into the mailbox's mouth.
It's going to be a fine day. No bills popped out.
I waved to the gray-faced neighbor.
He arthritically waved back.
He's got one foot in the grave.
I'm amused by his smiling butt crack.
I went back inside just before I burned.
Rid the house of egg bits and cat turds.
Tabby tap-danced around my grey turkey legs.
It was about time for an old man's nap.
Dreaming of tabby cats, nuclear annihilation
and a red-haired siren that never came back.
Some people hate risks
Fun is banned in quick whisks
More and more are afraid
The rules are only to be obeyed.
No appeals, no changes
Loving just rearranges
A cookie will break
Is the risk they'll take
But as they wipe away the smile
They enjoy the taste all the while.
"No more pain", they plead
It hurts to bleed.
Only what's carefully planned
Comfortable or canned.
With a plan "C" or at least a "B"
A life of risks is too risky.
Just with plan "A"
"Please God", they pray.
What is a risk anyway?
Faith, Love, Trust and obey.
"Vengeance is Mine", says the Lord
His wrath will be outpoured.
Trust His justice and step out
Take the risk, just don't doubt.
All will be revealed
God's will is sealed.
His forgiveness is sure
Over each heart and soul secure.
But we have to ask
If in His love we'll bask.
There is no God. I sigh. Yawn. Give a nod.
I don’t believe it anyway, he says. He is a clod.
He looks over his shoulder to the waterfall boulder.
How does he think he has thrived? Gotten older?
What about the stars, the moon, the Milky Way?
You have to admit they are here each and every day.
He tries to ignore nature, does his very best.
I point out twilight and daybreak and all of the rest.
I discover his mind is closed to all beauty around.
So I tiptoe off, barely making a sound.
He stops me in my tracks marveling at a huge spider web.
Recognizing nature’s prowess in this wonder. My cousin Ned.
Have you ever felt you were locked in a box and there's no way out !
It is how his life has been for many years.
No matter how he tried to escape this microcosm life, it became normal.
He often wondered why he was so different from the other children who laughed and played with their friends while he was left alone.
He knew and associated with many people during his life
but always lived in solitude.
Too late in life it became apparent that there was something outside that box.
He just could not get out of it. For years he tried.
It was that box!
The only way he knew how to live was in that box.
He strained to pull himself out, wanting nothing more than a normal life.
Finally he climbed out and cautiously venture the outside.
The scars of his time closed off from the real world has caused him to leave his life, most of it anyway, in that closed-in prison of his mind...The Box.
Sad dark brown eyes
I wish I could take away your pain
Bring a smile to your face once again
Thought we’d always be together
Now I know nothing lasts forever
Gentle tears freely fall
I’ve tried to help, but every day
You push me further and further away
Thought we’d always be together
Now I know nothing lasts forever
You’ve been holding back
I can’t break down the walls
Now you don’t answer my calls
Thought we’d always be together
Now I know nothing lasts forever
Things will never be as they were before
I’ve tried and tried there’s no denying
But you keep your distance; I know you’re lying
Thought we’d always be together
Now I know nothing lasts forever
Once we were so in love
Used to share our hopes and dreams
Now my worlds in tatters or so it seems
Thought we’d always be together
Now I know nothing lasts forever
I can't take no more deception
I’m gonna have to walk away
Hope you find happiness anyway
Thought we’d always be together
Now I know nothing lasts forever
27th August 2015
Turning fifty ain’t all that nifty,
You might as well be turning five hundred.
You start get shifty, thrifty and whifty,
And you don’t act as young as you once did.
You know what they say, the old cliché,
Age is just a number.
But age doesn’t stay,
Time doesn’t slumber.
They say the years have been kind,
But time keeps on going.
And eventually you’ll find,
Your age does start showing.
You may pretend,
You’re only as old as you feel.
But really in the end,
That’s not part of the deal.
You may remain a child at heart,
But your body will age anyway.
In childish games you may take a part,
But childhood wanes day by day.
Time is not a kind master,
As it travels it takes you along.
The older you get it seems to go faster,
Until your time on earth is gone.
They say time waits for no man,
That’s because time is abrupt.
So live your best life any way that you can,
Before your time is up.
The secret of life as is told,
Is to love and be loved in return.
It’s the key for gracefully growing old,
And it’s the greatest lesson to learn.
So dance while you still can,
The last dance will come for sure.
It all ends up where it began,
And soon you’re not here anymore.
So write up your kick-the-bucket list,
With “To Do’s” before you’re pushing up daisies
Sooner or later, you’ll get the gist,
But don’t worry ‘bout it or you’ll go crazy.
So Face it, you’re going to get old,
Sooner or later you’ll be the one dead.
No more living the years said to be gold,
But for now, you’re just turning five hundred.
Poem Date: February 7, 2026
Contest Title: Pick-A-Title, Vol 55
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Danger Zone, The first time I saw blood on pavement, I was eight, and I did not run. I had already learned how danger sounds before it shows its face. Where I grew up, night carried warnings, and the air knew when to hold its breath. Streets remembered what happened on them, and so did we.We played anyway, running through dirt that had witnessed grief, laughing between alarms, coloring over cracks left behind. Childhood lived close to loss, close enough to feel its heat. They called us grown because our eyes learned to watch early, because we knew when to duck before we knew why. This was our baptism, not in water but in knowing. The danger zone had no borders, only lessons. And still, something in us rose, learning how to stand, how to stay soft, how to survive without disappearing.