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The chill within air so crisp
and scents of morning dew
the light of dawn is but a wisp
of gold streaked with pink hues.
My eyes are heavy, sleepy still
the house is silent yet
at kitchen sink from window sill
I peer into dawn's silhouette.
The scent of brewing coffee seeps
into my every sense
the birds disturb the dreams in sleep
under such cheerful pretense.
Hot coffee steam beneath my nose
as I wake each little child
receiving mean looks as they doze
back into their dreams beguiled.
The bathroom groans from over use
and the fridge is calling quits
from every corner comes a new excuse
for each unperky morning person's fit!
"He squeezed out all my hair gel!"
"I can't find my shoes!"
"Gimme my brush before I tell!"
"Shh! I can't hear the news!"
"I want Cheerios!"
"I want pancakes!"
"I want Circus O's!"
"Agree for goodness sakes!"
"He's in my seat!"
"She took my spoon!"
"Where's the Shredded Wheat?"
"Can you pick me up at noon?"
So peaceful and so still
standing at the windows sill
wheels rolling over the hill
the sound of rescue trills.
"Outta here! Get on the bus!"
A line of moping faces...
"Shh... hear that? No more fuss
their off to wake up other places!"
"Ahhh, the morning, such a thrill
no voice clanging in my head to fill
my brain with pain against my will...
not one...none, nada, nil..."
Well, it was a sweet dream just until...
the chase of toddler-hood ensues again,
"Momma! Momma! Me here still!"
begins the hours of seek and destroy then!
Second breakfast...smeared and tossed
one more bath and then a race
racing after with the pants he "lost"
a wrestling match to keep him in one place.
Sweetest giggles on the air,
of brimming toddler joy!
Though Beetlejuice inspired his hair
I'm not up to the task of brushing that boy!
Trucks and cars and boats and trains
Duplo blocks stacked in a wagon
a moment of semi-silence comes again
and into caffeine dreams I go again!
My darling, you've lost the power of speech
But your smiles and laughter need no interpretation!
All I have are memories; some hazy, some clear
Is it crazy that I can't remember what your voice sound like?
You would talk to anyone and everyone!
You'd brighten the day of the street cleaner
And put the lower deck of the bus under your spell
The atmosphere would change from silence to laughter
Helplessly infected by your rich sense of humour
It breaks my heart that you don't know who I am
The one who played a major part in your life
Sometimes, we'd sit for ages and not verbalise
But as our eyes locked, a thousand visual words would spill
No need to ask for translation
Our thoughts and emotions laid bare
Now, when I start to sing your favourite songs
Your eyebrows rise in faint rememberance
But it should be me that you recognise!
I talk to you as if you'd understand
As I've no idea what your brain does know
A smell, a sound might just open your door
Bring a light to your darkened, tangled world
There are times when you give warm, tender kisses
I never want to part my lips from yours!
Then you go and breathe hot, sweet breath into my mouth
That tells me, "I do love you, darling, I do!"
Then there are the moments when you gently hold my hand
I'm reluctant to wash it after that!
It speaks of an unbreakable, unmistakeable bond
Of journeys through joy and sorrow
I need those arms of yours around me once again
Telling me our love is strong
I need your squeeze of the shoulders once more
And your reassuring, "It's alright, Pet"
But in the end, a pair of wooden arms
Drape around my back
Devoid of feeling; of heart and soul
Instead of those reassuring words
I hear a feeble, "rararara"
Your chest like a rumbling lawnmower
Black, empty eyes ask, "Who are you?"
Oh this Alzheimer's has taken you captive!
So I must cherish these precious moments
And make room in my suitcase for happy times
Preserved forever, to bring out a smile
Scorching heat hassled my feet,
as I ambled alongside the beast.
A wooden cup, a water bag and
parched barley meal for a feast.
My shadow exhaled hot fumes
on the dry desert sand.
Days of prolonged journey,
In search of a famous land.
Mounted on the highest
was a man wearing a lowly thawb
With evident fourteen patches,
devoid of a pristine robe.
He ruled the continents
With power and dignity.
He owned a little
Enough to satisfy the brevity.
We took turns to sit on the camel,
to relieve ourselves of the toil.
One could rest and another hold reins,
to guide the beast towards the soil.
He beckoned me to stop
And climb on top.
Holding the reins
of the camel’s clop.
Approaching the purpose
I implored the master.
I did not deem right
for him to ignore his lustre.
“The dignitaries are awaiting the ruler
to command them and direct.
A meagre slave on the summit
Will not give you respect.”
He roared and his eyes crimson
He told me a reality
So easily forgotten
“We were humiliated in entirety
And Islam gave us honour
Shall we then choose this world
And push Allah in the corner.”
When his feet get muddled,
in a blameless puddle.
It stumped me more
and enhanced my lore.
It proved my descent
and that of my ruler
We are made with clay
and will return to it sooner.
A sight to behold awaited some,
as we marched into the city.
Never in history, had they seen
A king holding the rope with simplicity.
A slave riding the camel
Made most men bewildered
Tears flowed down relentlessly,
As the equality in Islam was remembered.
The man with fourteen patches,
raised the banner of Islam
Centuries later we still remember,
his humility and vigorous eemaan.
When the difference between
The ruler and the slave.
Was rendered null by the
faithful and brave.
(Thawb – Long shirt
Eemaan – Belief
Allah - God
Islam – Submission to the will of Allah)
I have set in this corner too long it’s true
My hand rails are polished to a light umber hue
My spines have come loose, but they just need some glue
And my cushions have faded from a deep royal blue
Left in the old shed, away I’ve been cast
I may appear shabby just a thing of the past
But the memories I hold will forever last
A reminder of yesterday a history vast
My first home was country, a gift to a bride
Who sewed crimson pillows for her backside
She made me a home on the front porch outside
Where she contently rocked as her neighbors she eyed
I rocked her first child when he came to be born
Moved into the parlor, that floor became worn
With the constant rocking, for he wailed so forlorn
And would only settle when rocked I’d have sworn
I was turned upside down more times than I could count
Ridden like a horse by that boy, like a mount!
Wore out the pillows all on his account
And he once broke a rocker, if I recount.
The years went on by but my life was the same
The boy he grew older and a man he became
Moved to the city, I thought it a shame
It was so far away that he so rarely came
So away to the attic I sat for a spell
Till the old man came took me and mended me well
She sewed these blue cushions as far as I could tell
And set back to rocking on the porch, till she fell.
The people all came their respects they all pay
And the boy came back home, but to mourn not to play
He left with the old man, he took him away
And I was put in this shed on that old fateful day.
But what’s this I see as the door opens wide
A young man takes me and puts me outside
Some small nails and sandpaper returns my pride
New cushions of green, I’m a gift to his bride
My legacy continues in the house on the hill
For comfort and caring I can give still
I’ll be here for the wee one, I’ll wait until
I can rock steady a new life to fulfill
(As a child I was nicknamed Andie Pandie for the panda bear that I liked so much, one reason why I chose to do my ode for this animal. Also I was born in September, just like most pandas, and am a bit big boned too!)
September is my birth month and so it is because
my kind has some restrictiveness to its breeding laws!
For reasons unbeknownst to me, there only is one way
for us to meet, and so we only mate from March to May.
Our mothers carry us for just several months and then
in August or September we arrive inside our den.
So small and hairless at my birth, I’d make you smile, “Awww.”
My mama cradled me inside the palm of just one paw!
In two months I could see, and then I quickly learned to walk.
I ate bamboo at just eight months, and here is how I talk:
I chirp, or like a kid, I bleat; I croak, squeak, honk or growl.
And if I roar, it’s like a “huff;” for sure, I do not howl!
My mama nursed me eighteen months, then sent me on my way.
In one of China’s twelve preserves I can be found today.
The bamboo that we love grows in a patch and when it’s done,
We need to then uproot ourselves and find another one.
As people build more farms and cities, we then lose our space.
We need you humans’ help so we can move from place to place.
For Yangtze Basin to conserve bio diversity,
this economic central region has to include me!
I’m China’s treasure and the world’s! Who doesn’t know my name?
For fifty years my picture gave World Wildlife Fund its fame.
So help this big boned animal who rarely touches meat.
I’m just a Kung-fu giant “bear cat,” black and white and sweet!
For Amy Green's "Ode to the Endangered" contest
Remember ! I will follow you like a shadow
Because I love you so much
I am a shadow because you don't want to see me otherwise
I am a shadow because I don't want to be separate from you
I will follow you wherever you go
I will be in heaven if you go there
I will be in hell if you are there
Better stay on earth so I can stay here too
Your happiness are mine too
Your sorrows makes me cry
I know you don't want to share your feelings to me
But I feel the same way even before you feel anything
I wish you walk on the light always
Then I can exist for ever
I don't know shadow can exist on darkness
Don't ever choose darkness just to destroy me
Whenever you looked back you saw me standing there
You turned away your face and moved away with hatred
I followed you as fast as you ran away
Still my mind was filled with pure love
When you climb the ladder of success
I will be there to congratulate you
If you ever fall and weep
You will hear my soothing voice
Why shadow has different feelings now ?
In terms of love and hatred shadow can only love
Thank God for creating shadows
If not how could've I follow you ?
My final words.....
Don't ever try to run away.....
You can't be the real you...
Without your own shadow.......
Form:
I'm writing a poem for Constance,
a new one just for her.
I hope that I'm inspired to write
on a subject she'd prefer.
Now let me see, what 's new with me?
Oh yes, it is my pet.
Well not really mine, its Holly's
and I was conned you bet.
She's trying to sell her house and so
she's dressing it up with style.
She called to ask if I'd baby sit
her big plants for a while.
I have seen them. They're overgrown
and in need of a bit of care.
I understood the reason why
she wanted them out of there.
Then she added as if an after thought,
"Will you take Minnie too"?
Did she say Minnie? I know her cats,
so this one must be new.
Well, I like kitties, so I replied,
"Oh yes, that will be fun".
I haven't replaced my last loved cat
and am truly missing one.
When she brought them over, I had forgotten
how huge her big plants were.
They filled the room so I asked if I
might trim them a bit for her.
"Yes Grandma", she said. "Do as you like
and here is Minnies food."
No cat of mine would have eaten that,
but I didn't want to be rude.
She went back to her car and I presumed
she was bringing in her cat.
She showed me her pet in its big cage.
Her Minnie is a rat!!
For Constance's new poem contest 2nd place
When I was young and vibrant I had so many friends - Some of them told me they'd be with
me til the end - Now I'm old and feeble - My hair is full of gray - How I could use those
friends right now as in my younger days - Some people call me senile because my mind
comes and goes - I just wish somebody would care enough to show - That I am not forgotten
and just love me like I am - I know the Lord still loves me and I'm His precious lamb - Some
day soon when Jesus comes to take me home with Him - I'll wear a crown of righteousness
embelished with fine gems - To God I have been faithful - He's always seen me through -
That day I hope to hear Him say "My child I'm pleased with you - Enter into my presence
come rest your weary bones - I promise you up here with Me you'll never be alone".
Inspired by my mother Kathleen Thompson
She's in the last stages of
Alzheimers.
The Lord put me inside her mind to write this. I pray it helps others.
Form:
i JUST TURNED TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLDED. MY FIRST AND ONLY
LOVE WAS IN NINTEEN NINTY-NINE. SHE WAS THE VERY ESSENCE OF TRUE
LOVE TO ME. SHE WAS TWENTY-THREE AND I WAS SIXTEEN.
YES SHE CAPTURE MY VIRGINITY. HOW DID I KNOW THAT SUCH LOVE WOULD
HAVE ALMOST ANNIHILATED MY HEART?
I PAID DEARLY FOR MY INEXPERIENCE AS I ACHED LIKE A WOUNDED BEAST. YES, I WAS
AT WAR WITH ALL WHO DARED ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE MY DEAFENING PAIN.
TO ME SHE WAS LIKE THE RADIANCE OF A FLOWER AS HER FRAGRANCE WAS THAT
OF FRANKINCENSE. SHE WAS FAR BEAUTIFUL THEN THE FAIREST OF MAIDENS.
NEITHER DID I KNOW THAT TRUE BEAUTY WAS A THING FO THE HEAERT AND NOT OF
THE FLESH. OH WAS I MERELY IN LUST RATHER THEN LOVE.
TWELVE YEARS I HAVE PATIENTLY AWAITED FOR LOVE TO COME. FOR I AM
A SOLDIER OF THOSE THINGS WHICH LOVE HAS DEEMED WORTHY OF HER FRUITS. FOR
SHE IS THE HARVEST OF MY DREAMS. DO COMETH FOR ME LOVE, BEFORE I CEASE TO BE
SET ME FREE SO THAT I MAY LOVE AGAIN AND BE THE ESSENCE OF ME.
I sit in an open room
watching young girls come in and out
the clipboard in my lap
she calls my name and i stand
with slightly pudgy belly
scared
knowing there's a life already within
she know's i'm scared, but leads me to the hallway bathroom
handing me a cup for my sample
so i do what i am told
waiting in the exam room
i am shaking when she reads the pregnancy test
two single lines form
i am pregnant
i cry for a minute
out of shame
maybe relief,
because now i know i'm not alone
then i look at her puzzled
I have no family, no relatives
i've moved away so many times
running from my past
she hugs me, tells me everything will be fine
I smile and believe her
cause i have no one else to trust
eight months later she is by my side at the hospital
she smiles and says "everything will be fine"
I cry because i know someone out there cares!
*There is always someone out there that will help a teen in need.
Women's center's are only a phone call away.
mom, i'm pregnant contest
karen croft