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I finally came home.
I did not win fully free, not yet;
but the lights by which I roam
are closer to where my roots are set.
Before leaving, I had to say farewell
to those there who kept me strong.
When cruel circumstances upon me fell,
they're the reason I strayed from wrong.
Endless examples of good I could give,
and seems endless seas between us now lie;
I am content to, during dark times, the good relive,
and not belabor what seemed a perfect goodbye.
Suffice to say such kindness as that, their spark,
exists in few you'll meet in a life, and few times.
But to call oneself friends with those who bear that mark?
That lies beyond even the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
And now to reach my goal, two years emergent,
orchestrating a touch early my autumn return;
I find old memories and friendships resurgent,
remembrance and joy that I strove to earn.
To lie on my back with the dog right by,
looking up at the heavens' ever-expansive dish.
To see a shooting star streak across the sky,
and realize only one thing more could I wish.
They say you can never get back what used to be,
can never truly be who you once were;
sitting across the street from what I used to see,
I feel the familiar, past me in me stir.
Seeing the ever changing, ever same rain,
in front of the house that saw me a man.
Looking at the tree I climbed to dull my pain,
the thought of more of such, from which I ran.
I wish now I hadn't, I wish now I'd stayed,
and for a little while longer, for that I pay;
my wish on a star, while under them I laid,
that here in the rain, here, home, I could stay.
In the eyes of those I regret so dearly running to,
saying such is one of my many unforgivable crimes.
To know that not to them, but to that inimitable spark, I remain true?
Such must be the source of the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
Who am I?
I'm an American who ordered my head to remain buried in the sand
but due to the lunatic holding office, it refused to obey my command.
Finding no reasonable sensibility in the mind of that mad creature,
I shake my risen head, watching the horror of this double feature.
Each day is shadowed in darkness by yet another ruthless crime,
of the catalyst, sans morals. The unacceptable excuse for a paradigm.
The narcissist president who should be a mime like a circus clown,
the wanna be king of the world who brought our country down.
The predator of women, and of countries he thinks he can own...
A blowhard mentality, a bully who would sit on every nation's throne.
He's made us the enemy of Canada, Mexico, and now for gosh sake,
Denmark's Greenland, lusting for whatever he thinks he can take.
He wanted the Nobel Prize for Peace, but his demand was spurned.
With grubby hands he took it from its owner... an honor not earned.
Claims he doesn't want China or Russia to be America's neighbor.
He doesn't know how to read a map! Verbal abuse he likes to belabor.
He put his name on The Kennedy Memorial Center for Performing Arts
but it would make a better target on a game board for playing darts.
Sick is what he's made many U.S. Citizens with his presidential farce,
hoping remorse is felt by followers who should ask him for a divorce.
Who am I?
I'm a poet who'd rather not be an ostrich, not hearing the blathering,
but spending time writing of other things, daydreaming, woolgathering,
but it's become impossible not to hear, read, and be able to ignore
the catastrophic problems caused by the one Duke Beaufort calls 'Igor.'
If I may belabor the obvious,
both have been getting along
swimmingly for millennia.
The affinity between the two
knows no international boundaries.
Their chemistry is
so beautifully touching to see.
They couldn't be more agreeable.
"They really are man's best friend, aren't they?"
I once asked a neighbor walking his dog.
"Yes, absolutely! You should get one," he replied.
Their bond couldn't be more special and enviable.
It made me wish I had a dog!
Can you imagine such a relationship
between two people?
Unfailingly coexisting
in perfect harmony.
There's no trace of hostility
or disagreement.
There's always a happy reunion
after time apart,
no matter how long.
Why can't two people
get along just as well?
Submitted for...
my companion and close friend that never complains Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Date: 01/26/2020
Date written: 07/23/2019
“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle.”
The witch’s words resounded in my ears.
My problems now were more than I could handle
and so I hoped she’d vanquish all my fears.
She stared at me across the darkened room
and then commanded me that I must stay
until my wish was granted. Then a broom
she grabbed, and out the door she flew away!
The magic lay in me, the hag had said.
I only had to wish with all my might.
But with my kind of luck, I might be dead
before I’d get what I had wished that night.
I sit here still; she’s left me with a curse!
No health care yet, and now my back is worse!
(sorry to belabor this, but now you see what preoccupies
my mind these days!! Linda's contests always seem
to bring out this topic for me lately. The gypsy referred to
in my title was in my last poem I did for Linda!)
By Andrea Dietrich for Linda-Marie's
"BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE" Poetry Contest