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Cold Salute
7/4/2014
There is a sadness to it all
the smell of gunfire’s cold salute
flag wavers hushed by bugle’s call
in tribute to our freedom’s truth,
that all have benefited from
mothers, fathers, daughters, sons
those who gave all – those who gave some
protecting freedom’s fading dawns.
New voices speak in muted tones
of soldiers who held freedom’s hand
words echoed o’er the lifeless bones
alongside those who freely stand
to thank them all for what they gave
a tattered banner’s aching truth
that freedom’s flag must sadly wave
above the gunfire’s cold salute.
7/4/2014
For Kelly Deschler
contest – Not just any old Quatrain
My early childhood was great, I was the first born.
My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember
spending lots of time with my doting grand-mother
who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write.
I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention.
Creativity was a game to me and I learned to value time.
When I was nine, we moved far away and life changed overnight.
I was really lucky to land a grade 5 teacher who guided me
to learn english at an accelerated rate. I was a good student.
I've always been particularly thankful to both, teacher and grand-mother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
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080922PSCtest, Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name, Beata Agustin
Memory houses soul asylum vestige...
where complex edifice once anchoring
venerated Glen Elm demesne once stood,
now nothing except vinyl city!
I recall breathtaking, expansive, incredible
numerous, tremblingly awe inspiring views
billion miles (slight exaggeration) heavenly
sights comfortably ensconced, while perched
high atop sadly long since demolished complex
edifice anchoring Glen Elm demesne – summer
mansion property captain Leiper (circa early
nineteen hundreds) more'n century ago once
encompassing hundred plus acres whittled to
approximately 2.42811 hectares upon purchase
February twenty eighth ninety sixty eight by
papa Boyce Brandon Harris, insync with help
courtesy paternal grandpa Aaron Harris, the
former who invested blood, sweat and tears,
when not yoked, tethered, obligated... to
incumbent duties consonant with assignments
linkedin, when gainfully employed as top notch
mechanical engineer at General Electric, he
slaved away gentrifying neglected fixer upper
(matter of fact single handedly reshingled roof)
that same exterior hideaway offering solace
against imprecation, ostracization, ultimatum...
damnation, humiliation, laceration, (albeit verbal
lashing against yours truly), when exhibiting no
motivation to work (courtesy thank debilitating,
immobilizing, paralyzing anxiety/panic attacks),
now though still plagued with same understood
as congenital (possibly in utero) malady, yes an
abominable, execrable, implacable..., nemesis
which unpleasant memories haunt me even to
this day, whereby nothing but utter failure cast
dark shadows analogous to edge of night oft
times accompanied with suicidal ideations,
whereat damned, continually bereft, abysmal
bereft legacy testimony marginally functioning
as the token "scapegoat" throughout twelve
torturous years yielding absolute zero aptitude
unable to comprehend, (I strongly suspect die
hug noses along high functioning autistic
spectrum - case in point youngest of two sweet
progeny (both daughters) afflicted with yepper
aforementioned cognitive learning disability,
she benefited social services since birth, and
can attest to much more positive academic,
and socialization endeavors well on her way
living clear and free empowered at twenty
orbitz round the earth.
I slip through the dark, sleek, lank and lean
shadowed, haze gray, red, white, blue unseen
'neath the faint light of distant moonbeam.
I creep cross the meadows, sands and moors
traversing streets and empty stores
unrecognized at your once open door.
I scan the horizon black and bleak
rest and comfort for a moment I seek
but all is want and need I meet.
I fought for you in foreign and domestic wars
freedom came and passed yet was abhorred
profit was the desire you fought for.
I am the life easily sacrificed for greater good
you claimed freedom was all for which you stood
while you took and benefited all you could.
I was a soldier strong, patriotic, brave
fighting for family, country and those enslaved
but now you barely tend my grave.
You look the other way taking freedoms away
and as I closed my eyes at the end of my days
you slipped into politics as a game you must play.
What was the point of being victor
when the world sought only peace as you just got richer
past histories should have been more accurate predictors.
A nation, no, a world on the edge of time
should live by reason, honesty and hope, not policy undefined
tyrant, dictator, oligarchy, monarchy rarely are benign
They send soldiers, volunteers, believers into the fire
to satisfy their own hidden desires
and the people quietly sink into quagmire.
I’ve always felt like leftovers to you. The one you would only seek out when it most benefited you. When my plans were set, you were always “regretfully” busy with plans you completely dismissed me from. Did I even cross your mind? As you were drawing a line between us until you needed what was mine. I was simply a wallet of sorts, a pawn shop whose currency was your retorts, but I stupidly kept coming back for more. I wanted someone, no matter the chore. Again… I’m your leftovers. The ones that get slowly pushed to the back of the fridge, awaiting their impending doom of rot. Silly me, I forgot. I’m merely an acquaintance that you’re forced to act civil with. I’m a friend of a friend, the friendliness though never seems to extend. Oh, my emotions will bend to your every desire. You see, I crave what I will acquire from putting up with this tiresome transaction. That’s really all this is. A transaction among factions of people as I’m enacting my revenge against those who make me feel feeble, but I can’t. That would make me lose. We’re not equal. I am the friend that can be left out when the sidewalk is too slim, the table to small. I am disposable, replaceable. I am the one who doesn’t really matter at all. I am the leftovers. The one that’s not quite palatable anymore. The last resort when the groceries are running short. I will bleed and cry for you to simply try to see me. But I am not the main character in this story of life. I’m an extra without lines, blurred in the background to give the room more life. With my life feeling unimportant, I say my final goodbyes.
This is a government office
Here everything goes by norms.
When you join as an officer
Or as a peon – a file is opened,
Yes, a file is opened.
You do not open a file,
It is opened for you in your name
And a number is given to the file i.e. to you
Now onward
All is in passive voice,
Then on wards, whatever follows
Is ‘as per norms’, Regulation, Rule
Set by some Macauly, the colonizer
Little over 2 centuries ago
You apply leave,
Whether causal or earned leave
Apply ‘as per norms’
Go on a tour -
Whether official or personal
Process through proper channel
And it is approved
As per norms
Norms should be followed,
Should never be violated
Inform when you marry
You may exceed the societal norm
when you woo some one
but inform beforehand your marriage
‘as per norm' when you get married
First thing you do when you come to know
You are conceived or father a child
intimate the office
as per norms
so that you get
The leave entitled to see your new one’s arrival
This is as per norms
or else your child will not get the benefits
as per norms.
Your pay is fixed
You are promoted
Even bypassing someone else
As per the norms.
Some one is dead
Or killed in an accident
Inform for action
As per norms
Anything – a sanction for a thousand to billion
As per the norms and
Approval of competent authority is issued
You are transferred - on public interest
Or your own request or insult on punishment
Everything as per norms
When you superannuate
You are relieved from services
As per the norms
So, your 30-40 years have all through been
As per norms
After 40 years of existence in a government office
Had made you a has been
And those invaluable years would not tell you
Or those who served with you
Were you useful, were you benefited?
Or happy, sad.
As per norms that couldn’t be found.
However, one thing was found
That too very firmly
You have acquired heavy salt and pressure in the blood
And you are very sweet with high blood sugar.
This is not as per norms of your age.
There was a mentor and a mentee.
A devoted teacher and his disciple.
Mr. Rucker was a loving master, and
Kenny was a very submissive student.
The mentor was 55, and the mentee
was 15 when they met. They were
a 'match made-in-heaven'.
This bond was broken after 5 years
because the mentor contracted cancer with
a very dire prognostication. Kenny was able
to visit with Mr. Rucker for about 6 months.
He died 6 months after Kenny's last visit.
Kenny never found another teacher to replace
the one with whom he so greatly benefited.
On a very windy day, Mr. Rucker spent a couple
of hours on the banks of the river in their
town. While there, before his demise, he thought
it well for him to release the 'Bond Card" TO THE
WIND as he thought about his student Kenny.
The 'Bond Card' was created and shared between them;
something in hand identifying their personal bond.
This bond was set long before the tutor and cancer
met. On one side of the card were 9 words from mentor
to mentee. "Be the you for whom there is no substitute".
On the other side were 10 words to be repeated by the
mentee to himself every day. "I am the me for whom
there is no substitute".
Long after Mr. Tucker's demise, Kenny would often pull
out his 'Bond Card' and lift it TO THE WIND IN THE SKY.
As he held the card tightly in his right hand, he touched his
heart with his left hand. Remembering the words on the
'Bond Card' that Mr. Rucker taught him to say, Kenny,
with tears in his eyes, would say, "I am the me for
whom there is no substitute".
102722PSCtest, A Note In The Wind. Charles Messina. 2P
in one week i will die here
what is the definition of fear
erased and omitted are things and negatively effect me
i reflect on the good stuff and dissipated is any envy
i have seen many oceans
i have driven many roads
i have written many a poem
i have carried numerous loads
obstacles overcome presented new chapters of delight
the settings of many new environments have really loosened me light
i have flown with the birds
i have bodysurfed with the fish
i have experienced many flavors
i have even benefited from plenty favors
then came your beautiful being flipping my world every which way
you forced me to look
you forced me to grow
you inspired me to book
you inspired me to look up from below
you are my first
you are my last
you are my New Future rooted, watered and founded by our past
there is no clear definition of fear
alleviated and obliterated are all that bind me down via the shedded skin of dead weight
thank you for loving me and for making the latter part of my life really great....
I once went on a missionary journey
to the west coast of Africa, the motherland
the experience changed my life forever
and my conception of each and every man
I lived as a homeless person,
working on the street shining shoes
I lived one day of my life
like the less fortunate always do
I experienced the hungers pains and the despair
that they always feel
I learned It's not important what you possess in this world
but are you willing to share your last meal
when I returned back home to America
the man that I had shined shoes with
asked me to send him only a dictionary
but instead I sent an entire care kit
I was sad in the beginning
when they told me there were no more missionary slots
but after I prayed to my Lord God
He opened up for me a spot
The Lord God desired that I be
on that missionary tour
for the knowledge that I've brought back
has benefited me and so many more
I now know not to be quick to judge others
until one can comprehend
you don't know of their circumstances in life
or where they might have been
until you've walked in some else's shoes
only then you will see
that It's not about the things you possess in this word
It's about your spiritual journey