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A day to remember; eleven September;
The year -two thousand and one.
Blue sky so pretty, over New York City,
The workday barely begun.
Out of the sky, with a terrible roar,
The first plane hit the Tower.
Soon into view, came one plane more.
Two strikes within the hour!
Fire and smoke; and terrified folk,
Trying to escape with their lives.
Some got away, but many perished that day:
Single people--and husbands--and wives.
In Washington D.C.,came strike number three
On the Pentagon--seat of the military.
The scene-much the same:another hijacked plane.
Oh, how this day turned so scary!
There was also one more;but Plane number Four
Had people who refused to yield.
Soon they began to foil the enemy's plan,
And forced a crash in a field!
America discovered that day-in a horrible way,
That we were no longer immune.
This was a wake -up call, that shook one and all,
But we began to rally real soon!
The enemy assumed with glee,that he had brought us to our knees.
Yet the thing he misunderstood,
Was that although we were there, we were kneeling in prayer!
Out of evil would arise good.
Back at the Towers. minutes became hours,
As people searched through the rubble.
Professionals, and volunteers:full of anxiety and fears
Headed back into danger and trouble.
They acted so brave, for there were people to save.
And, as they helped one another,
There were may heroes, at that place called Ground Zero,
All working together as brothers.
From around our great land, hand joined in hand:
Numerous offers of help were made.
No one sat and just waited; people congregated
They gave; they gave; they prayed;
Now flags fly everywhere, you frequently hear prayer,
Asking God to be our Guide.
Life has changed in many ways,over just a few days.
There exists renewed national pride!
Though we have declared war-it's unlike any before.
For we fight a foe that's difficult to see.
So as you kneel in prayer, utilize your time there,
To ask God to grant us victory!
Originally written Sept 29, 2001 and posted here as we near the anniversary once
again. Our nation still needs the prayer!
Charlie Pelota HSLP
Form:
A Trip to the Opera
By Elton Camp
According to what I very often hear related,
Opera you should attend to be sophisticated
Just the same, it’s nothing I’ve known about
But I finally decided I would give it a tryout
How much different from a movie could it be
So I picked out one at random that I’d go to see
The very first thing that caused me some dismay
Was how much for the ticket I was forced to pay
I decided to go early so it’d be easy to find my seat
And what a bunch of snobs there were to meet
I figured tank top and shorts would be a disgrace
But you should see how they dressed at that place
Man with tux and woman dressed in a long grown
In my suit, uneasily it was that I looked around
Except for being old folks, I’d think they come from
Dancing at the very most fancy high school prom
I went in and found my seat to keep out of the way
As others came in, I listened to what they had to say
They spoke of libretto, aria, cadenza, and verismo
I hadn’t any idea what those words meant, though
But finally the curtain went up and the opera underway
Then I found I couldn’t understand a word they say
It seemed like some foreign language they were using
Ones who speak English they should’ve been choosing
Other folks there seemed to thing that it was just fine
But I wondered why they had to sing every single line
Not that I had anything against hearing a good song
But hours and hours of it was, for me, much too long
The story they were telling seemed awful complicated
That I had spent my money to come I certainly hated
And I wished that I’d eaten supper before I went there
But none of the others about any food seemed to care
I began to wonder when there would be an intermission
I need to go to the restroom, but did I need permission?
Finally I decided that about going I no longer could stall
Then found the restroom line extended plum to the wall
When the opera was finally over I’ll admit that I was glad
Because I never had expected it to be anything like that bad
I guess it’s because I’m a country hick brought up in the hills
But I sure found that going to the opera didn’t give me thrills
"The heaviness of the oppressor wants to interfere with this journey that you are on with your God!
Silver stars sparkle on your sweater on your black as midnight background.
As you sit there on a chair, so beat down that you believed that you could not move anymore, even as all the other ladies were there enjoying themselves greatly.
Kicking and shaking off their cares as they whirled and danced around the room... you were so sure that you could not move, that you did not want to join in the festive atmosphere that was there.
Thinking that you might appear undignified if you dared stand up and attempt to move to the Spirit who was so thick in the air, afraid that you might hurt too much as you attempt to dance without a care... that you might show your all too human side and break down and cry, that you would let the tears flow like a river which would never end.
So as your sisters in Christ had you sit down in the middle of the room, the Holy Spirit Surgeon had to make the needed incisions to the strong holds that barred you from Me.
I who am your spiritual Husband and your King for all eternity.
I want you to be healed so that I can reach out to hold your precious hand; and have you rise and walk with Me out beneath the darkened sky's canopy.
Because My love, as much as I love the beauty of the stars of night and the moon as it shines brightly; to Me none compare to your essence of your brilliant, pleasing light.. the one which shines so brightly on the inside.
Then one day I will escort you so that you can walk in the gardens of divine delights. Then you will be able to dance and laugh again with your sisters who wait at that place of peace and serenity!"
Shopping at Wal-Mart
By Elton Camp
Worse economic woes could be in store
So I watch what I spend as never before
And that is now the principal reason why
That our Wal-Mart is where I usually buy
At that place, I find very little I can praise,
Except that it’s true, “Low Prices Always”
And I can even understand the reasons why
Their own store brands they urge me to buy
But if saving money wasn’t any object at all
At a much nicer store I would prefer to call
One that would help me get out to my car
And closer parking so I don’t walk so far
At an establishment where the clerk tries
To help me find what’s in my own size
Where checkout lines don’t reach the wall
And my money is taken without any stall
Where the employees don’t give a blank stare
And about giving good service, show they care
A place where they carry the quality brands
Rather than having mainly the unknown cans
And in a building where I don’t walk a mile
From the entrance to the milk and bread aisle
To a pharmacy where they don’t close for lunch
So they can eat together—the whole bunch
To a business that doesn’t look for a cheater
With a person in the guise of a store greeter
One that beggars at the entrance won’t allow
Who try to milk me like I am some cash cow
As soon as I approach the door, they begin
And when I am trying to leave, do it again
“Please give to the cause near to my heart.
So that doing our new project we can start.”
If I could afford extra money to give away
It sure wouldn’t be costs like that I’d defray
As I drive out of the enormous parking lot
I wish I could afford a better shopping spot
Can you give me the life I love?
Where the people love their world so wide,
Just like a garden of fresh blooming roses,
Occupies a room of your heart,
Even if you don't want it,
And that beauty, you cannot hide
Where I break the walls of the prison,
That surround me and put my feet
At that place, where I feel the warmth,
Of the eye of the God which marks dusk and dawn
And gifts life giving rays,
If I do it, Ah!, That would be a great feat!
My cup of happiness which has gone,
Is replaced by a bowl of cry,
Which spreads its wings to break the Chambers,
And they just return the Echo,
And from an unknown place, a fake smile comes,
This is a dual thing, but why?
I fail to understand the complex life I have,
So I want something simple,
And that is why I ask you,
Can you give me the life I love?
The one I love the most, is so far,
Yet still so near
She is the one who made my life, a real life,
But now she has gone far and I fear,
The time I grow up and reach her,
She'll be gone forever from here
So, to save her, I want the life I love,
Where a gift is not a deadly knife,
But a smile that is the most precious
In this way, I want to see my life
My soul, who listens patiently,
To the longings of the life I love,
Gives a simple reply to me every time,
The thought you know but still don't know,
Is what you should again hear,
"Be the change you wish to see in the world," ( Thought given by Gandhiji) my dear,
And you will automatically get the life you love
DEAR SANTA I HAVE BEEN REALLY GOOD THIS YOU SEE.
PLEASE THIS YEAR I ONLY WANT ONE GIFT FOR ME.
I DONT WANT GAMES,CLOTHES,OR EVEN A TOY.
IF YOU GIVE ME THIS ONE GIFT OH HOW I'LL JUMP FOR JOY.
I HOPE IM NOT ASKING TO MUCH FOR YOU TO DO.
I WILL EVEN GIVE YOU ALL MY TOYS IF YOU WANT ME TO.
MR.SANTA EVERY OTHER WEEK THERES THIS PLACE I HAVE TO GO.
IT MAKES ME SO SAD CLEAR DOWN TO MY LITTLE TOE.
I NEVER WANT TO GO AND THATS SOMETHING MY FAMILY KNOWS.
BUT SOME MAN IN A BLACK DRESS TOLD MY MOM AND ME I MUST GO.
EVERY TIME I GO IN SO VERY VERY SAD.
WHEN I GET BACK HOME IN MY MOMS ARMS IM SO VERY GLAD.
BIRTHDAYS AND HOLIDAYS ARE THE WORST TIME FOR ME.
WHEN IM THERE I CRY CAUSE ITS NOT WHERE I WANT TO BE.
AT THAT PLACE THERE IS NO HAPPINESS OR LOVE.
WHEN I AM THERE I ALLWAYS WISH TO FLY AWAY LIKE A DOVE.
SANTA JUST THIS ONCE CAN YOU HELP ME OUT.
I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD GIRL AND NEVER POUBT.
MY ONLY GIFT I WANT THIS YEAR.
ITS TO NEVER GO BACK BECAUSE I HAVE ALL I NEED RIGHT HERE.
I KNOW YOUR BUSY MAKING GIFTS FOR GIRLS AND BOYS.
IF IT HELPS YOU CAN HAVE ALL OF MY TOYS.
PLEASE SANTA CAN YOU GRANT MY CHRISTMAS WISH?
I WILL EVEN TELL MOMMY TO BAKE COOKIES AND MAKE A BIG DISH.
MR. SANTA THIS YEAR PLEASE DONT LET ME CRY.
I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO THAT PLACE AND NOW YOU KNOW WHY.
PLEASE SANTA DONT FORGET IN YOUR BIG RED BAG.
MY CHRISTMAS WISH NOT TO GO BACK TO MY DAD.
I KNOW YOUR BUSY SO I WILL LET YOU GO.
I CANT WAIT FOR THE BIG DAY WHEN I HEAR HO HO HO.
PS. THANK YOU SANTA.
Form:
I sat on the bench and the tears began to flow
Knowing that was only one place I needed to go
But for some strange reason my feet wouldn't walk
And at the same time my mouth couldn't talk
I desperately wanted to get to that place
But I was blinded by my tears that covered my face
I knew if I got there then everything would be ok
At the same time worried I wouldn't know what to say
What would people think, would they judge me
Those were the thoughts in my mind I could see
I visualised the result and the difference it made
Yet I was still struggling behind my façade
I felt so dirty, ashamed and very unworthy
How could He possibly love someone like me?
These were all the thoughts going around and around
Knowing at that place the answer will be found
I struggled and wrestled to move my feet
Unsurprisingly I still remained in my seat
I could feel body heart beating faster than it should
Reminding myself that I’m worthless and no good
Yet the desire was there, the urgency so strong
Could I really go to that place knowing I’d done wrong?
I was scared that I’d be judged and be called a hypocrite
So instead on that bench I did remain there and sit
I knew I should go; there was no doubt in my mind
Surely if someone went before me, I could follow behind
He spoke again with sincerity in his voice
Why was it so hard for me to make this choice
The call was coming to an end and I felt myself falter
Why am I hindering myself from going to the altar?
Close ...
So close, you were skin to my flesh,
Marrow to my bones ...
Suffusing my being and breath
As the elements that course through my veins.
Once, you whispered me ... tender,
That the only time you adored your own reflection
Was when you saw it ... in my eyes,
For then ... then, you were close enough ...
To me. With me. For me.
We spoke often of our intimacy ...
So near, so deep, so much as ONE,
That we almost felt alone ...
An individual spirit, solitary ...
When we met at THAT place, merged in passion ...
A sensual singularity, exquisite,
Close as souls can or could or will ever be ...
Colors blended ... threads woven, enmeshed ...
A delicate tapestry of visceral emotion and desire.
Now ... I see your picture ... there ...
Your life and circumstance, (and love), as it is now ...
And your eyes - those amazing eyes - hold not a glint of what was ...
Thirty-five years, and you have purged me, complete.
I stare as deeply as I know, and see - in horrid grief and longing ...
A stranger.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Free Verse: Winter Blues" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice E, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Encrypting Your Name With Verse
By Phan Tan Hai
you can’t see your name between the lines
I put it on paper
words from days and months
that have almost vanished
and see again among the
secret words
your face is stealthily appearing
chilling my soul every night.
I put it into a poem
the footprints you left in the snow
from days so far away
with the cold wind shivering my ink lines.
shaking, I read
and see you walk
among words on paper.
I put it into words
the memories
from days so far away
and hearing amid the fading strands of smoke
your sorrowful voices
how did we lose each other so clumsily
you will notice
the fragrance hidden in my words
the fragrance from heaven
that you once
brought into my life
in a day of snowfall
the day we leaned on each other
to help pass every step
and many times we slid and fell
along the icy sidewalks
where your laughs fell onto
and then soared back to the sky
transforming into snowflakes
and since then on
cooling my days and months
you will someday read
and see beneath the poetic lines
that I write down tonight
and will notice among the clauses
so many words without rhymes
those are my remaining days in life
those are days and nights
being tilted and encrypted with your name
once upon a time
at that place
you stepped into my soul
and then left
leaving a maze of paths.
His Momma always thought that she'd go first.
Her health it appears had been terminally cursed.
Her dog was a great source of comfort for her.
Picky was her baby all would concur.
Picky was her constant loving companion,
never leaving Momma's side when she was bed ridden.
Momma always thought Picky would be there by her bedside
up to that final day when Picky's last kiss would kiss his Momma good bye,
but Picky got ill. Soon after, Picky died.
Understandably Picky's Momma was heartbroken.
Picky's Momma's last day would not be shared with him,
but had Picky seen his Momma be the first to depart,
most certainly soon after Picky would have died of a broken heart.
Picky devoted his entire life to you
not just out of love but emotional dependence too.
Picky's life would be sorrow without his Momma.
Picky never would have survived such an emotional trauma.
Sweet Nancy (Picky's Momma) you probably don't even realize it
but you gave your sweet, loving Picky a wonderful departing gift
and in return Picky will greet you when the time comes
at that place where we all will eventually and eternally be among
all of our departed fur babies and all of our lost loved ones.
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