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You brought armfuls of dream
Want to parse the stream
They say you are made of cream
Bright and leading my tongue scream
What else was so sweet
This is your cross street
Always stand on its own feet
No matter how much the clock beat
Uncultured and out of control cars
Foolish drive from hours at the bars
Received license from the planet Mars
No wonder purple stars
Without you in my life my friend
Visiting hours are over ~ the end
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28.10.2015
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3rd place in the contest
Together we each
walked the forests
of our interiors...
Collecting armfuls,
chestfulls of
broken bits.
A bundle of sorrow,
a *** of frustrations.
The combustible shrapnel
of having been hopeful.
We carried these to
a secret public place.
Public, for all could
see.
Secret, for few would
know.
There, together,
we huddled in
the elements.
Not rain, trust.
Not cold, connection.
And broke the
broken into
smaller smaller
ever smaller
crumblings.
A fire bundle
of our damages,
our not (and,
truly our never
really was)
our selves.
They soon took a
spark.
First cold, now coal.
An ember became
a glow.
Then smoke.
Now flames.
The spark
was her smile.
The flames,
our us.
On that fateful day in August arriving late, so unusual for me
For I am always early; did I know deep down what the verdict would be
As soon as I walked through that door, the neurologist told me my fate
I had Parkinson’s she said; a degenerative disease; but then I heard no more
How I wanted to scream are you sure, are you sure
Then I started to cry; then I started to shake
How on earth would I cope; how on earth would I live
I am now all alone since my darling had died
But the kindly sweet nurse made a cup of sweet tea
She gave me a hug sending me on my way
with armfuls of booklets, to read one by one
and not all at once, there’s so much to take in
I spoke to my family, I cried, they cried
I spoke to my friends, I cried, they cried
Then slowly I realised it could be much worse
I began to get angry; I began to curse
Till finally I vowed to live life to the full
Making each second count, till the day my time comes
I vowed that Parkinson’s will never define me
I will never let it rule me; I will fight it to the nth degree
Written 21st December 2018
Competition: You are not defined by
Sponsor: John Hamilton
2nd place
Standard contest 180
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st place
...the way flight begins in the heart
Martin Steingesser
Stopping by the side of the road
I snap off armfuls of fresh lilacs
blooming in the universe,
a champagne bucket, tarnished
remnant of long lost wedding gifts
serves a worthy vessel of renewal
my thoughts drift with heavenly
perfumed air in my flat, acceptable
since I am repulsed by any flower
scent present at my Grandfather's
funeral when I was four years old
lilacs were not there
Pharoah Sanders captures my thoughts
drifting sweet streams of flute sounds
exhalting visions of peace and love
in tandem with Sun Ra
coaxing creative vibrations that sustain
and encourage my journey as I seek
sustenance from giving as much love
to my fellow travelers as my heart
will provide
grateful, the universe is endless
grateful
the
universe
is
endless
05/12/17
At the end of a very long day,
I settled into my comfy chair.
The soothing patter on the tin roof
and the old gum tree outside
surrounded me in a soft embrace.
I opened my book—
The Time of the Dragon Lady.
The first pages breathed open—
mist lifting from the Vale of Time.
Below its black hills, a village waited:
chimneys cold, bowls scraped clean,
children listening for wings
beyond the evening bells.
I followed the path between the lines
until the room fell away.
Then, over the black hills,
a dragon laboured through the dark,
wings frayed by weather,
the last of his fire
a thread of smoke along his tongue.
He had hunted beyond the frostline
for the hungry ones waiting below.
I read more slowly then—
knowing the long flight
that empties its bearer
before the door is reached.
When he came home,
no one asked for one more flame.
They brought berry-wine,
hot bread wrapped in linen,
armfuls of dry wood
for a fire he did not have to make.
In the warm hall,
firelight found the torn edges
of his wings.
Behind my ribs,
something gave way.
I did not turn the page.
I held the open book
against my chest
and wept for the dragon—
and for the part of me
that had forgotten
how it felt
to be welcomed home
before being asked
to give again.
For years I have fought
And battled with weight
Now disabled and in pain
I fear it's too late
I can't eat this
I can't eat that
Diets are fads
They make me fat
I've tried the patches
They've taken my money
No magical cure for
My big fat tummy
I wasn't always as big
You should know
It was having a baby
That made me grow so
I can't stick to the books
For so much I don't like
If I have to eat muck
They can go take a hike
I've tried the tablets
But for me they don't suit
Not eating sufficient
The problems the root
Try three meals a day
Instead of just one
A plate that's for sandwiches
For lunch to put on
I'm trying to lose
Of second week I am now
I'm not using scales
Or measuring how
I'm combining it all
From the net I can find
A menu that suits
That does not blow the mind
It's working quite well
At the moment I know
For in smaller trousers
My belly will go
I can fasten my blouse
And the buttons don't gape
My cleavage is shrinking
There's ample to take
If I continue to lose
At this sensible rate
My clothes will not fit
And I'll drop all the weight
But as third week approaches
I begin to have doubts
The weight tends to stable
And I tend to drop out
I need to stand firm
In resolve and give time
For my body to shape
And bring back its waist-line
A little encouragement
Goes a long way
And the poetry keeps
The snacking at bay
So if I seem busy
With armfuls of writes
Forgive me for starving off
Hungers of life
I must think fast. My house is on fire and I'll have 16 minutes at the most
to decide what I will save!
For sure, I will rescue the computer, or the flash drive at the very least.That is number one, for this represents a great number of hours I have spent creating poetry.
The second thing is my photos. I've saved most of them in albums, and there are many! I'll have to grab them up in armfuls and make two trips back and forth to get them out!
Third, I really should not forget paper documents: proof of birth and house ownership, certificates, checks, etc. To get those things redone is a huge hassle, and luckily, I have them all in one big box.
What next? I think I will grab up my jewelry, especially my rings with precious stones that I love so much. Bracelets, earrings and necklaces too. I'll toss them all into one big bag and worry about sorting them later!
I've used up at least ten minutes of my time by now. Next I will try to rescue my clothes. There are too many of them to save them all, but I will grab up my favorites, yanking them from hangers and taking them to my lawn in big piles. I'll use the hamper to carry them in!
After clothing comes shoes! Of my many pairs, I need only to save a few which are my very favorites and my two most comfortable pairs which I wear the most often.
Finally, I have arrived at the final thing! Most of the sixteen minutes to get stuff out of my house has disappeared by now, so I will run into my kitchen and grab up my supplements along with any healthy nutrition bars and dark chocolate, all kept in my pantry. I will just shove them all into a large box and get my butt out of the house.
Whew!! The fire truck is here now. I am praying all my favorite nic nacs, books and old records will somehow be preserved! I can always get new sheets, blankets, furniture and televisions, but the things I most cherish are the things I grabbed first to take out of the house, especially those things irreplaceable such as photographs and my poetry!
And what did I learn from this little exercise? Well, I really need to have all my favorite things previously organized into big boxes which are easy to carry!
Feb.21, 2019 for
Caren Krutsinger's Seven Things You Would Save If Your House Was on Fire