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A manic man sits, evenly, confined, conscious, in his four cornered room. His cell phone
rings and violently vibrates! The terrible tone slashed and sliced the serene silence he had
been anticipating all afternoon. It was her! The one he was trying to ignore. He could feel
her presence, penetrating, trying to get through phone. “Why is she calling—why now?” He
pondered and mused. He began to curse the moment and what it had become. He felt his
body burst in to two and a ritualistic battle ensued, between two beings deep within his core.
One beseeches him to pick up the phone, while the other tells him no.
Then it rang again, even louder than before!! It made his temperature soar, his body
burned, and his hands began to sweat. He rubbed them on his khaki pants so hard, that his
legs nearly went numb. Not before long, his whole body was wet, with sweat, saturating his
clothes so he tore them off. Soaking wet, he reluctantly reached for the phone. It rang
again, even louder than the two before!!! He created a fist and put it through a wall.
His mind, stalled. He looked at her number, emblazoned on his phone, flashing like a
billboard—advertising lies, the same ones he’s seen and bought, over and over, a hundred
thousand times. He knew if he talked, his hell would remain the same, so he tried to stay
dry, and remain somewhat sane. As he waited for his vigilant voicemail to save the day, it
rang once again, much…much louder than before!!!! He covered his ears only to feel the
drums of war, beating, pounding, profoundly in his chest. The battle was long and his insides
raged on. He started to feel himself finally losing grip, of a stronger, sturdier, “A brand new
self!” But as the milliseconds ticked on, he found himself reverting back, to a weaker, worn-
out, “I can’t stand myself.” He had agreed that no matter how much he groaned—he was not
to pick up the phone! So he shouted, and then he screamed! Then another vicious ring
brought the man cascading to his knees.
All hope—gone, the battle—lost. With the white flag waved, he gave one last huff, and one
last puff and politely said “hello…”
Submitted for Rambling's "Act I, SceneI" contest.
On an easy breezy day in a land far away, it came to pass
that a polar bear mother gave birth to a roly-poly ball of fur,
in a den dug deep into a bank of snow and earth.
No doubt, the cub wanted to go out to play in the sunlight,
but the freezing Arctic winds made it spend its days
curled up with mom, warming up next to her fur.
But before long, it was strong enough to tag along
with mom and explore the great outdoors.
And when the time came,
it was eager to scout out its frozen domain.
The glaring sunlight off the white snow hurt its eyes,
so, it had to take it nice and slow, hiding in a nook,
watching mom kill a seal and drag it back to the den.
One day snowflakes started falling from the sky,
it didn't know why, nor did it care.
However, the cold water was beckoning it to jump in,
for it instinctively knew how to swim.
It wasn't long before it paddled out to the ice flows,
its heart, beating at a steady pace.
And there it learned to hunt seals
with muscles of steel, sleek and trim.
In this land far away, polar bears are no more,
they're either in zoos to be bred,
or dead onshore.
The ice flows melted, and with no place to hunt
they disappeared without warning one morning.
(Free Verse)
8/16/2018
Has your day began?
A day where yesterday is never for tomorrow
Because the end can be undone
For what is begone shall you behold
Lies becoming truth with a difference
All that was known too well in absolute deceit
With our mind we forgive what the body cannot learn
Yet to unlearn all there were why did we not plead?
Slowly but surely we all will fall to place
Seeing an ever-changing perception with eyes anew
Before long were moments too late to chase
For the world will again be once more we never knew
Already changing during our failure to understand
Left behind while we move thoughtfully ahead
To have the time now and never the time when
Isn't your future you see with a past forever too late?
My yesterday was gone
Because tomorrow has ended my today
And I behold what I cannot hold on
If tomorrow already were my beginning yesterday
A man bought a weeping Willow tree
He would plant it by his fence
Water it every day to grow
Makes the roots damp always
To grow,grow from the ground
Before long the branches appeared
One by one spreading slowly out
Reaching out to touch the ground
Then in darkness weeping,weeping
All around the tree a huge puddle
Growing wider and wider spreading
First a puddle then a small pond
Before long it is a stream
Rushing spreading into lakes
Then they turn out to be
A huge waterfall
Its grows into a big ocean
All these tears from a tree
The Weeping Willow tree tears
That has spread into lots of water
Her musical style may have been avant - garde
But her sad songs left ennui emotions and hearts scarred
When she found herself within the lyrics of her song
Her romantic elan diminished before long
She had given him carte blanche to her heart
But soon, a deja vu of broken dreams it did impart
She thought that his love was bona fide
But deep within an anomaly did reside
A cacophony of musical notes echoed across baroque structures
Where love's melody was but a dilettante allure
~
1-14-18
Contest: Ten words ten lines
Sponsor: Silent One
Forgetfulness is my new friend;
its frequent visits- I defend.
Quite unannounced, it comes and goes
to steer my mind into repose.
Although annoying- I must say
it makes me laugh in my dismay
of losing track of simple things
that fly away as if on wings.
A friend, I call it- since I know
it's part of aging and will show-
when brains are filled right to the top-
untangling thoughts come to a stop.
So when I'm frustrated that day
as it comes by and plans to stay-
I just relax and stay resigned,
and before long, my thoughts unwind.
But all in all, so far I'm blessed-
speak of forgetfulness in jest.
I'll keep on aging- best I can
to make the most of my life's plan.
On a warm, bright, sun-soaked golden dawn,
a green, slimy, crawly worm woke up,
eagerly burst out from his snug abode,
opened tiny googly eyes, mesmerized!
He didn't know where his darling mother was!
He only knew his stomach was rumbling...
feeling hungry, started to crawl lazy,
and chew on the juicy tender leaves !
This creepy, crawly, greenish…but
brainy worm managed to squish, in the
cozy backpack of a school-going child,
learning his main goal, isn't it lot of fun!
Crunch, crunch! Munch, munch! Aren't books tasty!
Inquiring worm did not hesitate,
as many yummy books he could bite,
he crammed in his belly right away!
"Whow! I feel so enlightened, not an
insignificant worm any more, my
picture should be labelled "Bookworm" Buddy
at children's favourite library door!"
"before long I will turn into
a scintillating butterfly, and
spread my wings and my newly-acquired
knowledge to this wide beautiful world!"
March 11. 2023
20 lines, 9/10 syllables in each line (checked by HMS.com)
Inspired by "Kids Creativity and Learning Nursery Rhyme' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
FIRST PLACE
Added one more stanza (Stanza 4) after the contest had been judged.
I said goodbye today….
saying for months
what I’d been trying to say
Alone in the throng
staring down at the hole
they had laid you upon
I remember
the laughter
and the joy that we shared
I remember
the promise
that we made on a dare
“Never
to end up like this,”
we had taken the same vow
Each
empowering the other
to end it before now
I could not
pull that plug
or flush down that drain
The guilt
hanging heavy,
the memory left stained
I hope
you now see me
from a much better place
And take pity
on my failing
my one great disgrace
The backhoe
is coming,
the mourners have gone
Please forgive me
I beg,
I’ll be with you before long
Grant Murchison was a ranch-raised young man,
Arizona territory was his land,
Six-foot tall, and blonde around the head,
Raised by good parents, even well read,
The whole dang town spoke highly of him,
His charming ways and earnest grin,
All thought he would take his daddy’s ranch,
He’d spent his teens working with the hands,
When his pa asked if it would be this way,
Grant shrugged,”I’ll settle down some day.”
Not long after after he stared going down to
Scully’s Oriental Cathouse and Saloon,
Took him no time to get used to drink,
After a few too many he’d up and sing!
People knew him to be fond of a good time,
Even when his songs had mixed up lines,
To the point the bartender became concerned,
Said,”Grant, a hot fire does not long burn.”
Grant listened and heard what he had to say,
Then laughed,”I’ll settle down some day.”
A few days later, sitting at the bar,
He took a nation to playing the cards,
The whole of the saloon looked on, awe-struck,
He own hand after hand, beginner’s luck,
and soon he was dealing his own table,
poker and faro, he was deft and able,
before long he’d won a chuck of cash,
but what he earned he spent almost as fast,
his pa said,”Son, it’s a dangerous game.”
Grant smiled,”I’ll settle down some day.”
With his new success, Grant wanted more,
and frequented the Oriental’s whores,
one in particular received his love,
a former slave-girl, soft as a dove,
daughter of a master, with tawny-skin,
she was a hundred things and more to him,
so much that in bed one summer night
she asked him if he’d ever take a wife,
he said,”Just you. But it’ll have to wait,
until I’m ready to settle down some day...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
In the beginning, life is all about winning
Before long, most of us have it all wrong
Finding our place among the human race
Starts with Gods love and good grace
Only then can we find our happy place
Toeing the right line
Making sure its all mine
Not taking anything for granted
In Jesus, my roots forever planted
Paying it forward, on the right path
I won't get caught up in his wrath
Standing with God like a lightning rod
Through him, we learn to pray
Bringing us balance and peace along the way
Life is full of choices we all must make
Living through his promise, I will take
His bible written for all to shower in its wake
In the end, Jesus returns to make no mistake!
The scriptures tell us many will follow the snake!
Our souls saved when we chose the right, faith!
With love and understanding, we must embrace,
God in heaven in his holy grace
Will you get left behind in the full chase?
Looking for the right staircase
Blinded in complete disgrace
When Jesus returns, leaving no trace
Of the evil satan brought to the human race!