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November Twinkle fairy was feeling very low,
to the Giggle Night Ball she had wanted to go
But her gold fairy wings were all tattered and torn -
she’d landed in a thicket, they’d caught on a thorn
And she got into a tizzy to escape from the bush,
when she cried out for help fairies came in a rush
Twinkle was so upset, she’d had her wings for years
no amount of tissues could stem her flow of tears
Her mother said Twinkle ‘please listen to me,
you’ll grow some new wings, just wait patiently’
‘Use this special lotion and rub in some fairy dust,
for the magic to work, you must stand still - you must!
Twinkle looked in the mirror, her back was quite bare -
her old wings had vanished, she was all too aware
All of a sudden her back got a terrible itch,
as her body contorted she began to twitch
Magic dust filled the air, new wings started to sprout,
it took nine nano seconds for her wings to spread out
Twinkle stood motionless until her new wings had dried,
they glistened like dew drops, she beamed with such pride
With her dazzling new wings she was the belle of the ball
and she spread rainbow dust as she flew round the hall
November Twinkle Fairy Contest
Sponsored By Caren Krutsinger
10/30/19
Used to be we'd pay to see freaks on the carnival way.
Now, for free at the mall we can see some most every day!
Kids (and adults) with tattoos, purple hair, nose and eyebrow rings,
Navel rings, tongue studs and other self-mutilating things!
Now, of course, we didn't do such things six decades ago!
Our parents would have disowned us - besides we had no dough!
Sure, guys wore zoot suits with baggy pants and chain.
I just can't comprehend today's modes, they seem so arcane!
Gals wore battered saddle shoes and one of Dad's old shirts,
With tails flapping in the breeze over their poodle skirts!
They wore bras (or so I'm told), hair coiffured with bangs,
They didn't bare their navels and hang out with rowdy gangs!
It's hard to discern who is who when viewing them from the aft.
Two long-haired kids, holding hands, and acting rather daft!
Is it the "he" on the right or is "he" the one on the left?
It's none of my concern, tho' it does leave my curiosity bereft!
I suppose it's all the rage to let the kids do their thing,
While they're young and carefree, let them have their fling.
I'll roll my eyes and shake my head, looking on aghast,
Wondering what's next after these current fads have passed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Where you used to live is now empty
loneliness is beyond a lack of oxygen
your scent lingers as candles ~
a blend of spice and sweetness
you bestow steady impetus day or night...
Chart a course in seas of vagueness,
a murky future, a hazy doubt
I wish time could be reversed
An empty bed fills my empty room,
sorrowful reins, uneasy mind
no rainbow, no colors, just a grey sky...
everything is made out of stone,
upon walls dressed in cobwebs!!
Memories we vowed would last,
vanished in a blink of an eye
This bare space in my heart,
in which you used to live
flooded with sorrow ~
How much I miss and adore you
how you've beautified my world!
The young Marine had just arrived
To bare Nam’s burdens, there deprived
He’ll count each day one by one,
Until the day his duty’s done.
He’ll proudly walk along destiny’s path
A solemn prayer to protect from wrath
And though his life there defined,
His worries are of home sublime.
No mirthful days before each dawn
His joyous day long since gone
And dare he dream of such days
Emerged dusk the enemy’s gaze.
Upon his shoulders Freedom hung
In his hands a trusted gun.
Honor, duty commitment The Corps demand
Against his good name nothing stands.
For upon his first day he could tell
“Thirteen months of living hell.
On the calendar circled in Red
A rotate day if he’s not dead.
His honor withstood the gruesome test
For on those paths the taste of death
There upon the hallowed ground
His joyful days no longer found.
Onwards men
Let us succumb
Like a lion with its pride
We shall certainly play our prey
Off we March
Into the fray
Hold your rifles to your heart
Squeeze and muzzle out your fears
Hold the line
Let's reunite
Release the gas of integrity
Let our quarry bleed in peace
Out from no-mans land to the Isle of doom
The Pen will prevail us lasting victory
Onwards men
Let us succumb
Such are swarm of locusta
We'll devour to all ends
Down we go
Cradle your Spears
Invoke the senses of your being
Crush, destroy no confessing defeat
Out beyond the missiles range through the cordoned plane
We Hum a hymn, our salvations whistle
Onwards men
Round up the troops
Sound the cymbal and it's tears
We shall taunt our ears with courage
Drop those shields
Vibrate your throats
Far and wide we'll spread these tales
Historical legends they'll bathe in our eminence
Far to the darkest dreads into the deepest trenches
We'll bare the boast and eternal throngs of peace
To mend.my broken heart
She loves me no more
Once cherished and
Adored
Now I am bruised and
Sored
I thought this was
The part, were she:d
Be my wife
We have a lovely start
Someone to love the
Rest of my life
She wishes to be apart
This bed of thorns
I share alone
All those days full of
Love
Those days are all
But gone
Meddlers played their
Part
All this tentions share
You and I are apart
This burden I must
Bare
Cry like a rainy day
Which causes
I have known
I have a broken heart
Which then am all
Alone
Now that we are part
All feelings aRe gone
Help me mend my
Broken heart
For which I can't
Pretend
Make me full of
Love
Be more than a Freind
Devote all of your
Time
For which must be
Repaid
Marry me when you're
Smart
Love me all of future
Days
See I Know I ain't been perfect
I have faults to
Those times I spent with
Others
I should've been with you
There will be a winner
Their be one Unified
independent World
Heavyweight Champion
A Trophy will Represent
Us Unified in this divided
Era of U concerning Men!
At "Forever and Always"
One company will be
Formed to represent
The interest of these
Divided factions.
This Assocation has
Been formed, with
Representation in an
Alliance to restore
The dignity of this
Great Sport
Toss your belts in
The ring to symbolize
Our Togetherness!
It sits well back away from the road hidden by bushes and trees.
Even the lane that leads from the gate seems colder than late Fall's breeze.
The grounds are vast and overgrown, the house is weathered, bare.
It used to be a grand estate, now no one seems to care.
The wind blows 'round the house's eaves giving a mournful cry.
Some say it sounds like a long lost soul who in this house did die.
There is a rumor in the town of things that happened here.
Most folks say the tales are true and shun the place in fear;
So it's a good place to settle down if you wish to be left alone.
Far enough out in the woods where we will feel at home.
We can prowl and we can hunt to our heart's content,
And we won't have to worry 'bout what they think of our intent.
Date 10/121/2021 - For Something Spooky Contest By Tania Kitchin
A white tear bled from the foil seam,
a cold, lactic rot sliding down her woven leather heel,
drawing a pale, sour map across her instep.
I watched the porcelain skin of her shoe drink the milk,
and in that quiet curdling, my entire small frame snapped.
A choir of jagged iron shrieked beneath my skull,
tearing through the bone and behind my eyes:
a ruined child deserves no sun.
I did not wait for any reflex.
I dragged myself by the throat,
spat curses into my own ears,
and ran.
I bolted past the garden gate,
past the tall, unbothered grass,
my bare feet slapping the dirt in a rhythm of
self - contempt and fault.
In the damp dark behind the compost heap,
I pressed my face into the stinging nettles,
scraping my knees against the jagged limestone,
offering my own raw, bleeding shins to the air
to pay the debt for what I had done
praying the earth would swallow the wretched thing I was.
Hamlet developed in stillness, stillness torn by warfare,
Warfare ricochets through jungles, jungles drop their brilliance,
Brilliance once lit the skies, skies now propagate blur,
Blur cries hangout the basin, basin bewails inside.
Inside the aggrieved acreage, acreage naked of its emerald,
Emerald fields turned to debris, debris wound the prospect,
Prospect of broken streams, streams dry and bare,
Bare mounts stand as spectators, spectators of desolation.
Desolation mists the firmament, firmament once peaceful and azure,
Azure dreams now are devastated, devastated hopes fictitious,
Fictitious peace feels gone, gone by the fire,
Fire of unending animosity, animosity leaves its tag.
Tag engraved in regret, regret pigments the terrain,
Terrain longs for rebirth, rebirth seeks renaissance,
Renaissance of mild restoration, restoration calls for nimble,
Nimble shall patch the village, village recovers its picture.
Poem by Mugisho N. T
It begins with a touch of despair
Traveling solemnly... quietly
Aspiring he who do not care
Hiding, anxiously awaiting silently
He is blind
He cannot know
No one draws the line
The world simply flows
He ask for a touch
But he cannot feel... inside
Living is too much
Will dying have a guide?
He hear whispers whispering
Thoughts to never be
There is life beneath the skin
No one can ever see
“As I close my eyes... I imagine
Living a life... living a dream
It wasn’t easy, neither was it hard
Simply a no one asking what....
Voices, I hear... they speak
Choices I fear... I’m weak
Yet... I’m unable to convey what I’ve heard
Whence given the choice to choose words
To only say... to only listen
Oneself in total synnnification
Will I listen?
I’m just as broken?
It begins... with without a care
Quietly...
Beneath every skin laying bare
Silently