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AWAKE ~ IN and OUT ~
Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will follow tomorrow
I quickly walk a certain walk
Unique is all I can display
Watery eyes staying in the past
While vehicles pass and pass
Crosses lacking faith
I stay awake and mend with my fate
Foggy toys, I want to play
I can't keep up with all your kicks
I look, I stare, at the walls
Bright and early, I step on old dolls
I stay and feel, the way you want
Lifeless, and still so full of energy
Mad words, unconscious forces
My sweet needs, now reside inside of you
Mad, sad, and outside the box
You close every door and keep me away from dark
You only allow me to feel your morning light
Why can't you let me see what's behind the shadows?
Why do you turn on all the lights?
I'm here the way you want me to be
Happy, and merry, for the world to see
This blindness will continue to spot
Unless you wake up first and remove the dot
You gave me the thirst, you once knew
So filthy, so full of -spew
Under this closed freaking door
I'm exposed like the midday sun
You bang my head on the wall,
You killed me in a way that made me feel!
I only answer to your call
In and out a hoop~ like a ball
In me, you can not find any real dreams!
Inside you filled me with a raging scream
Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I'm in wonder around your air castle
Strange and hung on your mantle
Stepping on a one footed slave
Alert, alert Am I!!!
I shake, we kiss, I wake,
You sleep...........................
I zip all things into one zipper.
Pounding my hands against my ears
Crazy, taking a jab upon all jabs
Crazy, you say~ that's me everyday
I'm up and I caress the photo we once had
I lay only staring at you once more
I awake before I sleep
Your promises I keep
In me~ you are also in deep
My stars change everyday
Waiting for you, to pull the trigger
Still wishing to be a sun digger
You can't touch or loosen the knots
Together we will daydream our way to the top
I make your nerve system come alive,
We run into the wind and listen
Quietly in our chamber of thoughts
Near and far, we both nod off
In this daily race, with no face
No space,
I caught myself awake,
The day I fell asleep for you.
by;PD
Talk about embarrassment
You won’t believe how my day went
Joe and I went out to dine
Came back at a decent time
A storm had come – a storm had gone
Left every house with no lights on
We hadn’t bothered with a key
We count on electricity
To open up our garage door
That’s all we ever used before
Well, Joe had golf with early light
We had to get in the house that night
We looked for a window we could break
Here’s where we made our first mistake
The basement windows looked too small
There’s no way I could fit at all
So a garage window had to do
We broke it and I climbed on through
Joe’s upset, it cost three bills
I’d be dead if looks could kill
But bright and early Joe left home
And I was left there all alone
I called a guy to fix the window
But what size, I said I don’t know
So into the garage to measure it
He said he’d bring me one to fit
And with that I hung up the phone
Turned to go back in my home
But unlike any night before
We had set the knob to lock the door
I can’t believe – locked out again
Just in a towel and bare skin
I cracked the back door – looked around
Saw no one – I’m backyard bound
Back to a basement window sill
I have to fit – I hope I will
I take a hammer, break the glass
Whip off the towel there in the grass
I lay it down so I don’t cut
My ankles, calves or my bare butt
I slither in and hit the floor
Into the house through the basement door
I quickly dress – the repair man comes
And we’ve new windows at quite a sum
I learned some lessons as would you
If a day like this you had gone through.
Know through which window you will fit
If it ever comes to it!
A basement window costs much less!
Never go outside undressed!
A towel’s only good inside!
Learn the places you can hide!
And always carry your house key
Or know where an extra one might be !
It bares repeating – when your husband’s gone
Don’t get locked out with no clothes on!
This actually happened just about as I described to a neighbor of ours. It was
years ago and in another state but I still changed names to protect their standing in
the community.
The fire burned warm and brightly,
As the little band of wagons were gathered close and their animals were
tethered tightly.
The ladies sat about preparing meals for the coming day,
While the men folk took on chores there wasn’t nary time for play.
Scouts were still out and their water was getting low,
Restricting their selves was the only way to go.
The wagon boss was talking on changing their course,
Said things ain’t looking good, best we prepare for the worse.
He said I know another way but it’ll be harder at first.
But about a weeks ride south there’ll be plenty of water to fill our thirst.
Bright and early next morn the little train pulled out,
Changing its direction added miles there was no doubt.
As they slowly plodded on the desert took on a new look,
But the sun still shone brightly in the day they all cooked.
The third day in the scout came riding up,
Said it’s a good thing ya’ll changed directions as he reached for the cup.
He said the last three water holes were only sporting dust,
Real early next morning the old scout lit out said he’d find water for it was a
must.
He strapped a couple of small kegs on an ole pack mule,
Took along a shovel in cased he’d need a tool.
Less than a day out he was taken by surprise,
Found an old dry creek bed that had just been on a rise.
There stood a solid rock basin as full as it could be,
He plopped down and drank his fill then rested for a moment by an old
mesquite tree.
He filled up the little kegs then he headed on back,
When he caught up with the train he told of the water and said there were all
kinds of animal tracks.
Next day they made it there to this little glory hole,
And rested up for a few days and then took off to their destined goal.
You just hope for the best,
And make sure your guide knows the way west.
There is no guarantees whether you make it or not,
The trip out west you’re either wet and freezing or you’re dirty and hot.
iv.
By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet,
Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit.
My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise,
Christmas Day was the day they had plotted my demise.
My nightmares more horrific, as that curséd day drew near,
Every morning, drenched in sweat, consumed by my fears.
So, I wore the mask of loving dad, right up till the Eve,
One last dream of the woman offering my reprieve.
"Your family is wicked. They'll kill you while you sleep.
Take the axe from the shed—when you swing, bury it deep."
v.
Christmas Eve, bright and early, I quietly left the room,
My family still sound asleep, silent as a tomb.
They awoke to hot cocoa, crackling fire, freshly fallen snow,
The smell of gingerbread, apple cider, their faces all aglow.
We spent the day playing games, told 'em how much I loved them,
Then kissed my wife off to bed, grabbed my son and hugged him.
"I care for you and your mom and would only do what's best.
I'll come wake you when Santa's gone," his head against my chest.
"I can’t wait! Goodnight, dad!" He bounded off to bed.
As soon as his door had closed, I headed to the shed.
With gas can and axe in hand, I moved with hurried stride,
And kicked open wide the door, where the first demon I spied.
With the axe, forty whacks, when I saw what I'd done,
I kicked down the other door, then swung forty-one.
I moved from room to room, possessed with righteous purpose,
Made the sign of the cross as I doused every surface.
The last drop, the living room, tossed aside the can,
Where among the gifts, an envelope, signed with child’s hand.
I removed a card and read—To The World's Greatest Dad!
With a photo of our family and the happy life we had.
I slumped beside the Christmas Tree with lit match and tearful gaze,
Then screamed as it and my wretched soul went up in hellish blaze.
As the flames consumed the heavens, a woman cackled with delight,
Disembodied laughter, that faded with the night.
Little Davy wanted a puppy for Christmas
His parents, though, were totally against it
Davy whimpered and whined til he was breathless
“Please,” he wrote to Santa, “bring a puppy, Mr. Clause”
The big day drew closer and Davy said a prayer,
“Please, dear Lord, let my puppy be there”
He went to bed on the night before Christmas
With hope in his heart and a tender kiss from Mom
Bright and early the next morning, Davy arose and running,
Went downstairs to the Christmas tree to see what was coming.
The first thing he noticed was that the puppy was not there.
He felt a tear sting his eyes but promised not to care.
All the presents were unwrapped and all that seemed to be left…
Was carrying out the wrapping paper to go into the trash bin.
Davy knew it was his job to do this simple task and wasn’t asked
When he began to carry the leftover wrappings to the kitchen.
It was then, in the kitchen, that he noticed a familiar sound
The sound of whimpering and digging beneath a cabinet there in the corner.
Davy rushed over to the cabinet and began to pull at its doors.
Out came a big black lab with one ear flopped over against its head.
“Mom, Dad,” Davy screamed with excitement, “Santa left a puppy…
He just left it in the kitchen cupboard, but it is there and it loves me!”
Davy was grinning his biggest grin as Mom and Dad came in…
“Well,” they began, “It looks like you have your wish.” Then they began
To tell him all he had to do to care for this new member of the family.
“You’ll have to feed him and walk him and take care that he stays warm”
“You’ll have to care for him with all your heart and make sure you love him”
“You’ll have to see that he has all his shots just like you had to have.”
Davy laughed with surprise at the ease of all they said and smiled with such pride…
That his puppy would be called Fred!!!
Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
Do you remember the days
Before our government showed how inadequate it really was
Do you remember the days
When you woke up bright and early
Fed the kids and went to work
Do you remember the days
When you would meet up with your friends for a drink
Well maybe not
Do you remember the days
When Asian Americans walked the street without fear
Their race of no consequence
Do you remember the days
When you were obtuse to the tears in society's seams
Ah those blissful days
Do you remember the days
When there was no fear of using too much toilet paper
Or spaghetti sauce or eggs
Or of being forced to drink goat's milk
Do you remember the days
Before you realized how little Republicans valued your life
What the hell it's only life... get back to work
Do you remember the days
Before your family came together
Listened to each other and realized they liked each other
Do you remember the days
When Los Angeles was filled with smog
Before you could hear a bird sing in Times square
Do you remember the days
When the news actually reported the facts
No me neither
Do you remember the days
When we had a sane president who cared about an environment
That was not filled with dead coral and rising seas
Do you remember the days
Before you realized how noisy we had become
Deafening ourselves to the cries of the poor
Their stomachs growling their packed apartments crumbling
Those were the last good days of Innocence
Yesterday is gone forever
I for one am grateful
You can no longer claim ignorance
This pandemic has exposed all our weaknesses
Please I am on my knees
Begging everyone around the world
Seize this rare opportunity
Make tomorrow the world
We always dreamed for our children
One of equality empathy and love
Peace will be our reward
05/01/20
Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
I walk the same path every morning…bright and early…every day…where I’m greeted by the same sounds…the same trees…the same animals along the way.
I never find it boring..and no….I’m not a nut…it’s just I find my solace and my comfort in what some would call…my rut.
Today I was a little shocked when my routine became disrupted…when my normal path was blocked and my walk was interrupted.
It was obvious my walk today wouldn’t be like every other day…that in order to finish what I started…I’d have to walk another way.
Quickly realizing this little glitch didn’t warrant my worry or my wrath…I took a little detour…down a less familiar path.
I decided to embrace my detour…so on and on I pushed…until I noticed up ahead of me…a rabbit in a bush.
It seemed to me the more he tried to hop away…the more he would stay put…and the more the leaves and branches of that bush became entangled with his foot.
I leaned down saying, “Don’t worry little rabbit…I took a wrong path too…it seems that you are stuck…let me see what I can do.”
The rabbit sensed I was not dangerous…he seemed to understand..he knew that I was here to help…still…he closely watched my hands,
I worked with his foot and the bush…being as gentle as I could be…and in a little while…the rabbit’s foot was free.
“Hop away little rabbit…your foot is free.” I cried…and after a moments hesitation…the rabbit tentatively complied.
He hopped around a little bit…then turned around as if he wanted to say…
Thank you…for your help…before he finally hopped away.
And I wondered if my normal path being blocked was a coincidence…or could it possibly be…I was sent in this direction because a rabbit needed me.
I guess I’ll never know…but never again will I be shocked when my everyday routine becomes disrupted…when my normal path is blocked…when my walk is interrupted.
2 Cowboys just been paid
1 named John
The other
1 Wayne
Walk into a Bar at approximately
2 o'clock on a tuesday aftenoon
In Old Wild West
Tombstone , Dodge City
And after 12 or so hour's later
A bell peels
Gentlemen drink up time please
Said the Barman to his patronage
And so once outside an argument ensued between the 2 regulars
And so 2 sheets to the wind we're
the pair of them this conversation somehow made a resemblance of perfect sense
Right who's turn is it to get
us home
We'll im so drunk i can't stand
or feel my own 2 feet
We'll im so drunk i can't feel
my hands
Ok
Well then only 1 thing for it
then or we can do
If you can't feel you hands
then you'll have to put them
in the stirrups and peddle
and ill steer with my feet
And hey Dude besides the
point do you or can you remember
We're we parked our horses
when we arrived earlier
Because i think maybe i have
had a little 2 much 2 drink
So much so i can't in fact
recall which 1 of us
is Wayne and 1 is John
Quite obviously what this
situation is crying out for is
for us to have another drink
to clear our heads and sober up
And to discuss this matter further
in greater detail like proper gentlemen
And hey currently i can only see
2 of you , your blurred face
and what appears to be a ring
of bird's circling a star
So that's great news how drunk
can i be that's nothing out of the
ordinary
So how about that drink then
i'm parched and fancy a drink
Only 1 or 2 though just enough
to wet the whistle
One of us has to have our
responsible head on
And remember we've still got
to drive home
And don't forget we have to be
up bright and early for work
we have an early start
in the morning
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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Message in a bottle
I love the coast and a fresh morning breeze
The salt air inspires me for no reason at all
The sun rises, as I ponder this great universe
God’s great earth is a miracle bestowed before my very eyes
I stumbled and fell
Over a washed up log on the beach
Daydreaming you see has its perils
Alas it was no log at all, to my ardent surprise
Could it be?
I have received a message in a bottle?
What luck the Irish seem to have
A romantic notion, who would write to me?
A pretty lass perhaps, taken a fancy?
I dream to much, and no such luck
Seems its from a broken man, from another time
Poured his heart into the bottle
In more ways than one
Never the less, was a tall and weepy tale
Of a love that was locked and hidden
A love that would never come to be
I confess this to be true
I added a few drops to the ocean that day
I rushed to the village as fast as I could
I was so sure now, of what I should
She was opening the shop, it was still bright and early
Shy as a lark, she whispered good morning tiss surely
Why I hugged her so tight and readily agreed
Bottle in hand, she thought I was tipsy
I assured her the bottle I hold is not of whiskey
For in it I saw the wisdom of acting
You shall be mine oh pretty lady
Lost souls in waiting, we shall never be
I smiled like the devil and dropped to me knees
Messages in bottles come way too late
Lets us not leave such messages to fate
Be mine, you know its true
Lets not squander messages from the blue