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Her night shoes are glittery red heels
Used as tools to afford bills and meals
They sit hidden in a corner during the day
Until nighttime when she has to be away
While Her children sleep safely in their beds
She wears her glittery red heels with dread
She works the bar pole as she strips her attire
Dancing for tips while feeling high and wired
Her boss expects his own personal show
She has no choice or get his violent blows
She leaves the bar nearly broke and needs a fix
She decides at that time to start doing tricks
Drugging daily since her children were taken away
Feeling worthless and hopeless, her life gone astray
Until she was badly beaten and cut up with a knife
She ended up in the hospital nearly losing her life
After years of treatment, she is stronger and no longer wears those shoes
She visits her children weekly, and works days cleaning to pay her dues
Her night shoes now worn, tattered and dull sit in a corner case on display
She looks at them daily as a reminder, and vows in that case they will stay
5/12/19
Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
6/4/19 submitted to the contest: Your choice, any form, any theme, sponsor and judge, Brian Strand.
I hate to break this to you
But I've got some awful news
Seems our parents as we grew up
Weren't telling us the truth
Life is not the party
The older that you get
Adulthood's gonna kill ya
If it hasn't done it yet
Never once was mentioned the fall out
Starting with the hair and teeth
I'm not sure they even would have told us
If they hadn't first lost their memory
Or that the ache
When you first awake
Will be the best
That you feel all day
And what the taxman doesn't take
The undertaker will
That is if you have anything left
After a lifetime of paying bills
Yes, never did they tell us
As we were quickly on our way
That we'd live every waking moment
With some sort of stabbing pain
Or that if and when we make it to the end
We'd lose all our self respect
Having strangers bathe and change us
In our state of drooling mess
I'm sure they thought it funny
Those wild old crazy coots
Keeping age a secret
And us out of the loop
Not sure I could ever forgive them
For all the lying that they did
I guess the only option is
Not to tell our kids...
At first, there I was in the mind of God as He made preparations for me
As I would learn later, time was sailing, but I was not yet placed in its sphere.
Then the time for my formation arrived, and I stepped into that entity called time. I tell you, it was exciting! And as I felt the smooth watery vibrations, I came alive!
I was conceived and began to grow as time moved forward moment by moment. The moments turned into days and months; and by the 9th month, I was ready to exit. My mother nourished me from within her being until the time came for my birth. The time zone inside my mom was the same time that welcomed me on the outside.
In different segments or periods, time continued to fly from that point, waiting on no one. I was held and cared for so gently the first several periods of time until I began to crawl. I stumbled and fell many times and got up, but I could never catch up with the flight of time. Time was a real though invisible entity, never changing , and my little body was never constant.
As I grew from a little boy to a teenager, it seemed at times that time stood still.
The years seemed to crawl at the pace of snails, and I couldn’t wait to be 18.
Well, 18 finally came, and then the pain, and I wondered when things would change.
Well, romance came and then marriage; and kids followed soon after the wedding bells.
The career and the money came along with bills and never enough time for the thrills.
The kids turned from boys and girls into men and women, and we became empty nesters. It seems that’s when time began to take on supersonic wings and flew with the winds. At times I wanted to turn back the hands of time, but it was simply an impossibility. The next thing I knew, I was growing old and found myself signing up for social security.
O I know that the speed of time has remained the same since I hitched a ride 67 years ago. Nevertheless, sometimes I wish it would slow down and not come with the aches and pains. But still, I understand that God’s in charge, and though many things change, he’s always the same. So let time fly; and I’ll not be left behind, because I’m hitched to the wings God assigned for me.
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I’m getting fatter and fatter with each passing day,
And my chest looks like breasts perhaps a child might say,
But when I think of the people that cannot eat at all,
Who cannot work from trouble and the pain of life’s falls,
Then I tell you in an instant, I am thankful for every roll,
Cause it speaks to my privilege from much of life’s toll,
And though my bills are unpaid,
And my cat needs a cage,
As he stains up my carpet with the rage of an age,
And though my daughter’s converting,
To be a Catholic sage,
What me worry? I tell you!
For I bask in God’s glory,
And the rolls on my belly,
Like Santa Cluase Jelly,
Have me rolling in laughter,
Like a jolly old pastor,
So if disaster strikes you, like it has sometimes struck me,
And you are not so pretty or handsome to see,
Rejoice, I tell you in the fat and all that,
Cause at least you’re in the game and you’re up to bat,
And don’t think that tomorrow I won’t try to walk this off,
This cellulite that causes people to scoff,
But in the end my God loves me and that is enough,
That trumps being fat and all life’s little stuff,
That trumps being saddened by the ways of an age,
Cause hey, who knows at the turn of life’s page,
I’ll be back to 180 and benching 300,
And until then I’ll smile and rub on this tire,
I’ll run and perspire, and run and perspire,
And when it’s over, it’s over, and with an ado,
I’ll go home to the Lord and so will you!
Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..
The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...
He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...
And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a temporary shack threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...
The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around taking off his lenses.
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" He says stretching his hands.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Anytime I feel hungry instead of eating a full meal I eat Honey.
The best part is that Honey doesn't mind, she's a sweetheart.
Maurice Yvonne
20~11~2014
The Refrain
I bought a box of Animal Crackers.
On the box it said
"Do not eat if seal is broken"
So I opened the box.
I looked inside and sure enough...
The Encore
If a parsley farmer doesn't pay his bills
can they garnish his wages?
Closing Remarks
There is a new virus. It has no symptoms and no consequences.
I am terrified. It turns out I have been diagnosed with it.
I am not a hypochondriac. I really do have it. If you
don't believe me ask my Gynecologist!
Maurice Yvonne
11~20~2014
The Weight of Bread
He wakes before the sun learns how to rise,
Dreams folded neatly, hunger in his eyes.
The world demands its payment every day,
Rent, bills, and bread;there’s never room to stay.
Coins clink like questions in his trembling hand,
Each one already promised, already planned.
School fees, medicines, a flickering light,
He counts his worries every single night.
His hands are rough, the maps of endless toil,
Stained by sweat, by dust, by honest soil.
He builds the homes he’ll never get to own,
Lifts other dreams while carrying his own.
He smiles for children, hides the ache inside,
Swallows pride so his loved ones can survive.
No holidays, no rest, no soft retreat,
Just tired feet on unforgiving streets.
The world calls him “poor,” but does not see
The wealth of courage in his dignity.
For in his silence lives a powerful art,
A rich, unbreakable, human heart.
Her presence like popcorn
A consistent thumping sound
Her welcome had been worn
Like the bottom kernels found
But she kept on popping in
Whenever the mood would strike
My patience, running thin
My efforts and time, alike
I had kids of my own
And bills to be paid
But my house became a home
Where her memories were made
A mere glimpse is in focus
When we see another's child
The parents attempt to smoke us
As their fire runs wild
But with better depth of field
The picture becomes clear
We find power that we wield
To dry a silent tear
We all have a purpose
Far greater than we know
It's deeper than the surface
The very gift we shall bestow
My gift was leaving a key
For a child I didn't carry
Providing a place to flee
When the alternative was scary
Woke up this morning,
To a bright, cheerful day,
And this is what I accomplished today:
Sat down with my Bible,
took time to pray.
Asked for God's guidance,
and blessings for the day.
Ate pancakes and bacon,
(a rare breakfast treat),
then showered and dressed,
made the house neat.
Picked up my cell phone,
called daughter-in-law Ann,
for news of the grandkids,
and of my son, Dan.
Got on the computer,
checked my e-mail.
Paid a few bills,
then without fail,
opened up Facebook,
to read all the posts.
(Well, maybe not all,
just the ones I liked most.)
While at my computer,
I visited the "Soup",
read a few poems,
made a comment or two.
I wrote a poem,
about being a bird.
Entered a contest,
with my confidence stirred.
Called my mother,
had a wonderful chat.
Noting the time,
I then fed the cat.
Hubby came home,
and I fixed a nice meal,
of baked chicken and broccoli,
not a big deal.
When the dishes were done,
I watched some T.V.,
then called it a night,
said my prayers,
went to sleep.
5/15/15
For Sara Kendrick's "What I Accomplished" List contest
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Though here I have a heap.
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Ace arithmetic.
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