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You are a thief
You have stolen the shine from her hair and the light from her smile
You auctioned off every unmarked joy you took
You put smiles into storage units, and laughs under lock and key
You took her away from us, you locked her in her room
She is curled up in bed protesting your presence
Yet you have weaselled you way into her life again
Where you loom over her like the clouds that block the sun
Where you infect her mind , seeping in like the rags we’ve used to sop up the blood
The blood you drew and made us believe she did it
I know it was you
You are a thief
You have taken my friend
You have taken a mother
You have taken a sister
You have taken a daughter
You left behind a shell
You are a thief
You try to take her life away from her
You try to convince her it is worth nothing
But I believe in her like I believe the ocean meets the sand
And I know she is stronger than you
I know you will continue to turn off the lights and try to leave her in the dark,
But she is stronger than the struggle.
She struggles not to shine.
She is the light that bleeds into darkness.
She is the sunrise, sending off the stars.
And you are a thief.
I saw you take her smile. I saw you take her will.
I saw you take her hope. Now I don't see her anymore.
I just see you.
You are a thief.
You are depression.
You steal away smiles and lives, friends and family.
You feed on misery.
You stole my friend.
I will remind her of what she has lost until we bury you.
I will tell her to stand for joy,
And to stand against you.
We will not let you in anymore.
You are not robin hood.
You are not invincible.
You are not her,
And you are not welcome.
I can see through you.
I know what you are.
You are a thief.
My kindred spirit
Destiny to commend
A time and a place
A moment not to end
Comfort in knowing
Shared memories sublime
Youthful, not ragged
Crisp and divine
Sharing those chapters
Brings joy to the heart
Crossed paths in a moment
A beginning, a start
The stars were aligned
A friendship conceived
Expanding through journeys
Experiences perceived
A benefaction of fate
Priceless splinters in time
Not to be auctioned
It’s yours and it’s mine
Always remember
Not far from my mind
When life throws a dagger
Your pain is not blind
Your kindred spirit is with you
Just reach and you’ll know
Unburden your feelings
Your light will again glow
Your courage in loss
Is a strength you can share;
It is a comfort just knowing
In time you’ll be there
For now, just reflect
On the time they were here;
You will always have memories
Your parents so dear.
You auctioned my love
Because you couldn't pay
The price of keeping me
In good repair...
Too time consuming
Too hard
Too demanding
Too tough
And so you auctioned me away
You auctioned my love away
And watched
All the bidders
In a frenzy of excitement
Raising the price
sky high
For my finish was fine
Aesthetically pleasing
A "masterpiece"
They did not see
They did not know
What you auctioned was flawed
You auctioned me away
You auctioned my love away
“Going once…
Going twice…
Going three times…..
Gone!”
You cried a little on the inside
When you saw hands reach for me
Mr Auctioneer
But the tears were not enough
Not the tears of sacrifice
Which was the greater price
For having me
How can you keep something beautiful
Without the sacrifice of time
Emotions
Energy
And your very soul?
Too great a price
And so you auctioned me away
You auctioned my love away
And to this day
You wonder where I've gone
Where I've been hung
Which wall I decorate
How I’m being handled of late
You auctioned me away
You auctioned my love away
And now you pay
Now you pay….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Hashtags.
Used to promote to get more attraction to a desired cause
To create a movement , to even open doors
But - like most things it has its flaws
Used to manipulate for narrative control
Stories of real life trauma
Plastered on social media
To be auctioned of and sold
To the highest bidder- usually a politician
Their favourites, those that contain stories of racism
Not because they care
But for emotional manipulation
Used to make them look like a 'diverse hero'
Claiming to love everyone
Yet create policies for a mandatory stop and patrol
'Coincidentally' in only black neighbourhoods
Most hashtags aren't even harmful
If used for the greater good, it can be very useful
A way for slogans to become a movement
One example - #blacklivesmatter
To boost, to help go viral
To become a worldwide sensation
After all you can never have enough people
To tackle this centuries long issue
Yet human nature makes people resentful
When they aren't the centre of attention - when they aren't popular
Usually the oppressors, they can't stand feeling inferior
They'll twist a cause to suit their reputation
After all what's a campaign without deception
In the year 2319, we can only imagine how and what life will be,
Will there still be families, or just a pooled incensed, breeding sea,
Of writhing, intoxicated humans, clocking in for their lunch hour,
Trying to reproduce and gaining ten more points towards power!
Will mealtimes be as we know them today, or just merely queuing?
For a measly tablet which you must have daily, chewing thus renewing,
Your stamina to surf the planets at a graceful, fiercely unimaginable
Pace, you must be in Planet Venus by 8 docks, o’clock, fashionable!
As you arrive darkness greets you, your spirit, your being generates light,
Only on those you want to see or places that you long to be in spite,
Of the fact that if you stay too long, you sky home will be auctioned,
And your brain scrambled, and laid to rest, without been cautioned!
No rules, no policies, no systems, no charge, no one to give any rating,
Just chaos, and the thought of inhuman elimination, your clone is waiting,
And inherits your looks, your character, your wired and messed up brain,
And this clone will be cycled and recycled for the same to begin all over again!
Star-pod, Ashanti, all aboard ya'll!
We're penetrating space-time's inpenatratable wall
Floating & flying through space-time atmosphere
Where the unknown is crystal-clear
So all aboard, ya'll, it's the 2nd call to see
The mysteriously darkened space-time!
Come aboard, Ashanti, come see the best prime
Don't stray too far from your pods
'Cause if you do, your lines will snap
And it will unhook from ISS's rods
Casting ya'll to your scariest doom
Your bodies will stay flying dead forever
Floating & decomposing for all of eternity
All this information - for certainly
If you float & stray far, you can simply die
If you don't wanna die - I suggest you comply
Or your 700 million dollar pod will be auctioned
That is, if you unhook, get lost, & possibly die
At any rate, if you cease to exist - consider this
A fair warning I sang
A riddlized riddle
A rusted fiddle
Come now & don't dwiddle
And with that as the door slams
& mechanically locks
You're all of a sudden in zero-gravity
Flying in Ashanti's trapeze
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Space-time is where I'll be
My family did not visit New York City
but instead played in the Catskills.
I SCREAM AT THE BEAR
I scream, at the bear
signage, for ice cream.
The tea cups are flying -
fun in the dying,
with laughter and cones.
The zoo in the Catskills
skilled with school
children, the haven -
a private sanctuary
in thar hills.
Fun for the whole family,
broken down,
sold for its bones,
auctioned and spread.
Today, you can stay
in the giraffe mansion
and hike the original
miles or explore
many, many more.
The Catskills,
once upon a time,
booming - now
its a ghost town
with baby boomer
memories.
3/24/2022
An unsophisticated feller attending an auction could find himself in a pickle!
The nuances, subtleties and gestures used in bidding could cost him a pretty nickel!
A city feller decided to attend a farm auction to see what it was all about.
Alas, he accumulated a heap of needless stuff before he could figure it out!
He was fascinated by the tractor, manure spreader, horses, hogs and cows,
And the chickens, goats, manure forks and hay to be auctioned in the mows!
The auctioneer began his alien spiel and the feller couldn't understand a word,
But farmers in overalls and John Deere caps knew exactly what they heard!
Bidding began on an old steel-wheeled 1925 Model D over-used John Deere.
The feller watched others offer their bids as he reached to scratch his ear.
The auctioneer yelled, "SOLD to the man scratchin' his ear over by the fence!"
He was the stunned owner of a tractor - it happened so fast he didn't have a chance!
Next up for bid were a fancy chamber pot, two horse collars and fifty feet of hose.
The feller in all innocence swatted at a pesky fly that had landed on his nose!
The auctioneer yelled, "SOLD to the guy who swatted his nose for fifty dollars!
Son, you got a steal! That's an antique thunder mug and so is them there collars!"
The auctioneer opened bidding for twenty bales of newly cut alfalfa hay.
The feller was distracted for a moment and waved at a pal across the way.
"SOLD" said the auctioneer, "Please write a check for this stuff to my able aide!"
The hapless guy was wondering how he'd explain to his spouse the purchases he'd made!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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HERITAGE
Like a last puff of dust from an empty room
Almost a cough, as the last sign of life calls
From times when it was a bustling residence
Now deserted, with nothing left in evidence
No tinkle of the childish laughter in the halls
Just shuttered windows and this silent gloom
A house with history, both the good and bad
Gone, and few that now do hardly remember
Yet it was often the talk of those in high places
And some local resentment in particular cases
All the contents auctioned off last November
With death duties, the house left to the nation
Grounds are no longer regularly maintained
Since that final decision, all staff were let go
Now, just a few black crows in attendance
None left to inherit, no living descendants
Lost secrets that now no-one will ever know
At least, reputations may be left unstained
Rode here a man of some repute,
Banker and empire builder bold,
Who’d even tried to corner gold,
To lay him out a railroad route.
He addressed our town; here I quote:
“The westward way lies through your town.
It will bring commerce and renown.”
The people closed his way by vote.
They blocked his path; provoked his wrath:
“I will see grass cover this town!”
He rode off with ferocious frown
To route his rails another path.
The rail lines were laid south of here
At the wish of this financier.
The town near died, to his delight,
But folks held on out of sheer spite.
After he found his last reward
Someone cleared out his railroad yard.
There his personal Pullman lay,
Atalanta, in disarray.
Found, refurbished, and auctioned off
For a small sum at which he’d scoff,
The coach now sits where all may see
In the heart of our loved city.