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The nocturnal routine call started but I was certain
There is fire along the mountain, yet don’t know
If I should run or wait, get water and quench it
I insisted that she share her feelings with me
For I can be trusted or I cut off the day’s duty
She bogged at last, “it wasn’t you or anything”
Then, what?, who is it or what is it in your mind?”
“My spirit is no longer down with the relationship
As I was praying, I felt my spirit no longer agrees”
I got lost on phone for I wasn’t thinking straight
My feet became very cold, yet my body was all hot.
“What did you just say? “ “I’m sorry, you heard me”
Well, break it down, I need to know all, tell me
At least why you’re stopping this dream and fantasy now
I can’t get it myself, please, I am confused . . .
But I still want you to come over as planned
Sorry, so that I can be embarrassed by you abi? No
You just said your spirit was negative about it
I said what did the Lord say about us? Sorry, about me?
Did HE say that I wasn’t good for you or that I’m fake?
Please, I’m sorry, just stop it now or else will cry . . .
I am waiting if that will make it clearer to me, talk to me
“Please, just come over, so that we can talk it over, please”.
Two and half hours gone by on this new puzzle
Still find it very unbelievable, me again on phone?
Quitting another relationship with me on phone
Within six months interval, Lord! Why me again?
“Talk it over and declare the relationship as being over
Or talk it over and see the darkness era being declared over! “
I will go and see her, will not chicken out at this stage.
Alayande Stephen T.
Monday 19th November, 2007
4.56am
The tangle continues, IBK unveiling new gears.
Andy was a pretty young girl,
Flirty, fun, always busy, in a whirl,
She was popular at school,
Was intelligent, nobody’s fool
She never was short of a date,
But this would become her fate!
There was at college with Andy,
A nerdy guy called Randy,
Always unpopular heartily disliked,
He spent time alone, always hiked,
And occasionally, biked.
He asked Andy to join him one day,
She felt sorry for Randy, decided to say
Yes, so off they went on a trip
On his bike,
She had no idea Randy was
A complete psyche,
Rode far away from people in sight,
He bludgeoned Andy to death
With might
Used his bicycle pump, threw her down,
Off a mountain, into a shallow
Lake to drown!
Rode back to college, and was in tears,
His face had scratches, her friends
Worst fears,
Were foremost in their mind,
Randy was a freak, one of a kind!
She fell of the ledge Randy lied,
As he continued his story, and cried.
A helicopter flew to the scene,
The police were at this stage keen
To discover the absolute truth,
About this nerdy looking,
Pimply, youth.
Police feared that Andy was dead
The Chief of police at a
Press conference said,
Randy killed Andy, her hair stuck to his
Bicycle pump,
Pushed her and she had landed
Below in a slump.
Randy was found guilty, sentenced to die
By lethal injection,
Which didn’t bring back beautiful Andy,
With her fair complexion!
Sinking into a True Despair
It’s like trying to shoot a monstrous ghost that you can’t ever see,
and, at the same time, this applies when one wants to kill a rumor,
and where everything is just like water running off a duck’s back,
and when you can’t see the source of it as it disappears over time.
Yet, if this leak becomes a true object of issue and a real concern,
then all the damage is irreparable and beyond any hope of saving.
It’s at this stage that we choose to cut our losses and to move on.
And, why not? Despair is always a part of the human experience.
Yet, where there is “despair” there can also be “hope,” if each of
us have the courage to summon it and to never take counsel of
our own fears. Hope can spring eternal, if the human will is stout
and courageous. Let us hope so and make it so!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 5, 2021 (Verse)
An Empty Page- Free Verse
Empty thoughts loiter in his mind
As new words he tries to find
But shackled by an absent muse
No words come forth for him to choose
His wizened face now wears a frown
And the cartridge of his ink has dried
He searches the silence for a clue
But it fails to elicit a response
His mordacious muse now prefers
To leave him without a horde of words
To trifle with him at this stage
And leave him with an empty page
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An Empty Page- Triolet
An empty page, a poet's woe
In panic mode as muse departs
The moon and stars have lost their glow
An empty page, a poet's woe
Thoughts come and go, no words to show
Just a line and a verse jumpstarts
An empty page, a poet's woe
In panic mode as muse departs
Not For Contest
..
The way to a man's heart is through his belly
That's how the old saying goes
But to a woman's heart it's love sweet love
She feels it down to her toes
We've all been programmed to live this way
It's not a knock against men
If love didn't continue as in olden times past
The world would most likely end
We all must follow the established patterns
In place since man first appeared
To try to invent some new rules at this stage
Is fraught with headaches and tears
So love away as you've always been doing
Be happy that you're able to feel
This unbridled joy that's known only to man
Enjoy life and love with much zeal
© Jack Ellison 2015
Spain and Sweden were scoreless leading up to the 81st minute when Salma Paralluelo fired a low shot to beat the keeper to give Spain the lead. Sweden's Rebecka Blomqvist leveled late in the 88th minute. Sweden’s celebration lasted only a minute. Olga Carmona scored a beauty off a corner kick, firing Spain into their first Women's World Cup final. All of this took place within 10 minutes! Sweden's semifinal exit marked the fourth time this has happened to The Blue and Yellow at this stage in World Cups. This, plus losing the 2003 World Cup final and two silver medals in the past two Olympic Games, have made Sweden specialists in international tournament disappointment. Wiping tears from her eyes, Sweden's captain Kosovare Asllani said in a post-game interview, "I'm so tired of crying championship tears... We deserved to be in the final, but that's how football is." But it's not over yet for Sweden. They will face the loser of the Australia and England semifinal in the third-place playoff. Sweden will attempt to finish third for the fourth time. Kudos to La Roja, the youngest team to reach the final (average age 25.3) since 1995.
Sweden's deja vu
fairytale finish for Spain—
cheers for La Roja!
He weeps while carving out her form
From memories of long days past.
Their life was like a raging storm
In every weather, so steadfast.
Together they had spent their lives
Happy, carefree, no worries known.
He took her for his loving wife
She took him also for her own.
Entwined in love a sweet caress
His fingers found a lump one day.
T'was in her breast, so with distress
A visit to the doctor pay.
Bad news he said, the tests revealed
A cancer's grown, has spread around.
Her husband's shock was not concealed
No cure at this stage could be found.
In final days a sadness shared
They faced her death with heavy hearts.
He vowed to her as tears were shed
Upon her death they'd never part.
So, from a piece of marble stone
Her form so perfect in his mind.
Her beauty to the world was shown
This monument he'd leave behind.
This story happened years ago
She never left once she was formed.
For all who see her, they will know
Within her sculpture love transformed.
I wish that people would see each other as
they see themselves.
Because we all are connected you and I, we
are all part of the human race.
We must put on the eyes of a child; they don’t
see color nor how much money a person has in
their bank accounts.
I’m talking about when children were young
and innocent.
And not influenced by who they should engage
with.
Before they were made aware of color and
fractions.
At this stage, all they saw was a human being;
they weren’t aware of the pigmentation of the
skin.
Only then can the world walk in fairness with
their fellow man.
06/9/2022
Inspired by the “ If Only My Dream Would Come
True” contest.
My son, I love very much, so strict with me,
No name or photo of my little gem, there be,
My granddaughter, two years, January first,
My pride, my love, heart to burst,
But what I heard made me say hee, hee, hee.
Christmas day we spent with the whole family,
Our bundle of joy dressed so very creatively,
An Elf in red, dressed by her mother,
Dressed in red also was another,
Her little cousin, only a year, looked a honey.
The dogs allowed in enjoying fallen food on the floor,
No begging allowed or out the door,
Her mummy said, Dudley, don’t dare *hit
All happy, laughed at her wit,
And our two-year-old sponge, also laughed galore.
Hearing all and talking well, ready to turn the page,
Giggled and entered the conversation at this stage,
Mummy says Dudley *hits,
We all collapsed into fits
Of laughter, a hilarious outburst at two years of age.
Coming to the promised land. South Florida home of the newly wed and nearly dead. I watch the clouds role by for today seems like yesterday and the day before. The same faces pass my eye. I say hello and say good bye.
If per chance we should speak it is what one did what one ate . When asked of future plans no one can give a date. I suspect at this stage in life what we know of the future we do not speak. So I sit here in quiet contemplation my mind wonders visualizing past embarkations and friends no longer my companions. Oh past tense how I embrace you although so long ago. Let us knot speak of future endeavors. The past like a old blanket provides a profound comfort.