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There I was lying in bed
thinking heck what is there
about me that makes me unique?
That makes strangers and friends
embrace me?
Ah I still haven't figured it out
maybe it's not supposed to be
figured out
I should just continue to be me
the listener
the one that gets you to share
your hurt,
your fear,
your happy moments
without having to wonder
will she perhaps use it against me one day?
So now I know why I tend to
be sought after,
why I sometimes feel like,
I carry the world on my shoulders
I am just that open vessel
that some people plug into
that others find unique
something I never appreciated
until today…
Contest: Love Me Why?
3rd Place
Over the years watching Deborah bake cookies with our children and grandchildren
has always been a treat…
because after they do all the work…I get all the cookies I can eat.
Her cookies have been eaten in our house and on the beginning of many a trip
and I think I speak for the family when I say our favorite cookie is chocolate chip.
They’re made with peanut butter, chocolate chips, a cake mix
and on a cookie sheet are formed
and they melt in your mouth if you’re lucky enough to eat them when they’re warm.
Cooking with Nana is easy…there’s no pressure…no strain…no stress
In Nana’s kitchen you’re supposed to have fun…and it’s okay to make a mess.
The other day I appreciated all the baking lessons Nana ever taught her
when I had occasion to bake chocolate chip cookies with Ava…our granddaughter.
Somewhere in the baking process…while watching Ava working with the dough
I began to understand why Nana loves it so.
When I saw our smiles mirrored in the oven window
while her chocolate chip cookies were baking
I realized the cookies weren’t as important as the memory we were making.
The cookies, although essential to the process, are actually secondary
The time we spent together is the memory we’ll carry.
When Ava said, “These taste just like Nana’s.” It was music to my ears…
and if I was a sentimental fellow I might have shed some tears…
Thinking how Ava learned Nana’s lessons well
She made sure we had fun
she was messy…not very neat…
and most importantly…
she did all the work
and I got all the cookies I could to eat.
Yes…I would have shed a few tears thinking how this memory turned out great…
If I wasn’t so busy eating cookies…I stopped counting…after eight.
Good morning sunshine! I do wake
I speak with drowsiness slurring words
Stimulated by the daybreak and prominent hues
I talk! You listen! For heavens sake!
Some days I see the skies, beauteous be the blues
Dancing in my head and the wind it breaks
The breeze on my mind , it meditates
Hypnotically the sun takes my breath away
And the dance ! we waltz the sway
Dawning on me with clear visions in my head
I see the images of the roots of my rose
And the love that I feel sometimes, I do suppose
I ponder through life always wondering
Wandering eyes on my iridescent face
Depressed thoughts suppressed , I see no trace
I sit by my window pane - brightness fills my soul
I see the light - loving you is better this way
Waking up lifted by your beauty , I still see
That your beauteous mind certainly inspires me
I paint the pictures significantly in my brain
Still meditating with the trickle of the rain
The roses they bloom - infatuating thee
The buds and their delicate velvety petals in view
While you listen to every word - they capture my love with you
I stand tall - My mind is traveling thoughts real clear
And the dance we sway ! embraced - I love you, dear.
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Wired Electric
The dream came on in the light switch in the wires
Behind the walls where ideas run, collide and rise
After the bulb blew out, filament and all
Glass shattered thin, fragmented shards on the floor
Never to illuminate again
The dream moved on to another room of dark
To feel the floor boards blind
Fall in no direction
Day and night are forbidden and wrong
Are the same concepts when you have no eyes
The pretty young girl will have to wait
Stay frozen in time In her red green skirt and yellow scarf
To be undressed in light, to be appreciated
Dreams don’t really see things as they are
Reality is strange when not awake
Between partitions, Light switches work behind the walls
Never go off, electrified just right
Dreams fade away in a pretty spark
Young girl remains though in my thoughts
Counting On Me
You're always counting on me.
Watching me bleed.
You're so care free.
Spending all the money.
Never appreciated a thing.
Always asking for more everyday.
I feel the frustration building up inside.
It was all a lie.
You take me for granted.
It was fun while it lasted.
No more conflict.
I am now dominant.
Take back what is mine.
Walk out the front door, leave you behind.
I answer to no one.
I am done.
No more controlling.
The hate is boiling.
The rage is never ending.
An appetite of destruction in flames.
No more chains.
I am free in a blaze
I knew what I should’ve done,
What most men would do,
Ride the donkey and insist,
That Mary walk, lower than me.
But I knew right from wrong,
And as she was pregnant,
I considered her right for,
The riders position grand.
As I was walking with her,
I had time to contemplate,
Think about things, the point,
To strengthen my character.
Other citizens who bypassed,
Sneered at us, avoided glancing,
As my woman was above me,
But I just ignored them straight.
People came into my mind,
And I thought of morality;
It’s focus, bent and alley,
And solidified my thinking.
People matter above all,
When the chips are down,
And even when they’re not,
You do what would help them.
Morality’s focus is people,
Not god, temple or government,
To relate, elevate and direct,
Continually interested, insightful.
The physical is the base land,
Everything is derived from it;
You can’t get above it or below,
Around or separate the elements.
So Mary appreciated the ride,
Talked to me on the journey,
Exchanging philosophies, ways,
Becoming comfortable and easy.
By the time we arrived there,
Bethlehem was looking at us,
Asking when we wed and lain,
Expecting us to not repudiate.
But instead we told the truth,
Admitted to being free lovers,
And so they rejected us as sane,
Actively staring, spitting, jeering.
But my new mind from the road,
Enabled me to think quickly,
About our situation, predicament,
And turn the boat around hard.
A boy emerged, stealthy and hearty,
And we both took one look at him,
And knew he would be great,
If only people accepted our sin.
Grateful somehow for the census,
I decided to aim at calling my boy,
Jesus Christ, if the magi agreed,
And validated his talent for others.
They commended him reassuringly,
Said that he was the Christ for sure,
So I ran to the population census,
And changed our name to Christ.
I never regretted it or looked back,
Happy in my reasoning and in giving,
My son and all people a better life,
One of equality in healthcare access.
Thank you, Mom, for all you do, for being there and always being you.
Thank you, Mom for giving me life, for carrying me in your belly, growing me into me.
Thank you, Mom for all the times you woke up and fed and took care of me when I was young.
Thank you, Mom for reading me all those books, for letting me grow a memory of your voice.
Thank you, Mom for never quitting for getting back up when life seemed dull, for always putting the sunny side in my thoughts for letting me know tomorrow will be another day teaching me hope.
Thank you, Mom for all the meals for all the chores you did for me, the times that you wanted to leave but you stayed.
Thanking all the mothers for all their work, even the ones that are mothers to children they never had.
Thanking all the mothers for all the seeds of thought and love, and teachings, you are appreciated and loved for all the love and care you put out to the world and beyond.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
With pure intention.
I longed to prove more than what became ideal.
Insecurity can come from a variety of sorts.
Communication through action, not only words.
The value of times essence.
Counting the moments it takes to come to the realization,
I too was afflicted.
To appreciate a woman such as her.
Not to impose on exposed thighs.
A factious affair that could only enforce what was felt mentally.
Only in mental.
Still we became vulnerable to the emotions that followed.
I appreciated her in full.
In part to generosity.
Her stare, the way she'd vocalize to the rhythm of her heart.
I emptied my time when I had none to give.
Creating a revolving door of emotion,
In due time it was never enough.
In part I tried to stop. Finding myself too far gone.
She too pointed in blame.
Everything that felt so right became wrong.
My face no longer my own.
But one of her past.
I shared fault in every reaction that wasn't my own.
I'd sit and wander my thoughts.
Everything she said I'd do, I'd never done.
A shadow loomed, knowing only to spread.
Finding it's way past the light of heart.
Soon the very words we stood upon filled with cracks.
I too, afflicted by everything other than myself. Than her.
Than we.
Just as the very first step felt the hardest.
The last one was even harder.
Not realizing who we were any longer, the trips to and from were never the same.
Both lost in the tide of emotion.
In the hopes of not becoming totally lost.
I watched her give herself to another.
to feel the same way about another, to go above and beyond for another.
To again become afflicted, as his face later became one from her past.
I’ve watched the sun rise in Angkor Wat
The beauty in Santorini will not be forgot
Mount Bromo was a sight worthy to behold
Cape Town did shine so bright and so bold
I witnessed the sun as it set on the Grand Canyon walls
The moonlight dancing on the Sutherland Falls
I’ve cried at the feet of the Redeemer so grand
I’ve seen so much beauty in many a land
Nothing compares to what I’ve seen with my heart
A sight so amazing it just tore me apart
It all pales in comparison so right and so true
The beauty that I see every time I’m holding you
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Breasts, boobies, knockers, **** – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill
The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags to give a fella an ********
Breasts can be appreciated in the their own unique way
Have a feel for lumps make it a sexy game to play
Let him ‘cop a feel’ and if a lump you do detect
Go straight to the GP - this lump you mustn’t neglect
It can be simply that you have lumpy boobs or a cyst
It’s not necessarily cancer but it can be on the list
The GP will send you for a mammogram or scan
Mammograms aren’t comfy, staff do it as quickly as they can
Hopefully the results will put your mind at rest
But sadly sometimes it shows cancer of the breast
Early detection is the key to beating this cancer
Regular mammograms really are the answer
Don’t forget about the men they have pecs or moobs
They can get breast cancer too we are talking about ALL boobs
Jan Allison
17th October 2014
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease – remember breast cancer affects both males and females with 1 in 1000 males being diagnosed with breast cancer