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So long I have lived, almost ninety-five years
I have laughed and cried ten thousand tears
As I'm lying in my bed with my wife by my side
I want to tell her a couple of secrets before I had died
Holding her warm wrinkled hand in mine, I wondered if I should
Should I spill the beans, let the cat out of the hat, would it do her any good
You see, when I was half my age I am right now, the devil came to say hello
I was at the theatre, all by myself, just trying to enjoy the show
In an empty seat right next to me, a women sat dressed in red
As we sat sharing smiles watching the show, a thought came inside my head
To make a long story short, the lady in red and I, we both hit it off that night
When I woke up by her side, I wondered, was it wrong or was it right
Now that I am old and tired, it's time to tell my wife divine
But before I could tell her, my last breath runs short _______________
So, the old man never got to tell his wife his secrets. One might think as the story suggests that the old man once cheated on his wife. Actually this is not true at all. You see, the lady dressed in red is the same women with the warm wrinkled hand in which the old man is holding. She became his wife of forty-five years.
The Secret- The secret he kept from her all these years was about the empty seat that was next to him in the theatre. The reason it was empty was because his date that night had blew him off and never showed up. Also, while watching the show he had spilled some Pepsi on his lap, the women in red thought that he did it accidentally, but it was done intentionally because he accidentally peed himself while watching the show. (lol)
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
7/9/2021
It is disasters like these that give
Good old love a bad name.
Blame the one who cheated
But believe me you,
It took two to tango.
From a painter's testimony,
She had a spark of purity
And a twinkle in her eye that hinted dark desires.
Her voice was a midnight thought
Uttered in a whisper to the soul.
She made promises beyond imagination
And her voice was without remorse.
Each time she whispered my grinding horses
Tied with a rope of self control to the tip of divine scriptures
Kicked their hoofs and threatened to break free.
She took me to the depth of the abyss
And quenched the eternal fires of lustful demnation.
Hand in hand we explored the thin boundaries
Between curiosity and blasphemy.
We crossed the blurred lines between faith and stupidity.
She crucified me to the cross of my ignorance
And spilled my folly in a fashionable way.
When I woke up the next morning
I was before the judgement sit of my beloved.
Answering for crimes I never knew were possible to commit.
My beloved,
She promised to rip my heart out.
My beloved wanted me to watch my heart die down
As it lay helplessly outside my chest in a gruesome way.
She promised to hang me as a witch afterwards.
It is disasters like these that give
Good old love a bad name.
Blame the one who cheated
But believe me you,
It took two to tango.
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Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...
Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth
zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially
robbing, stunting, tormenting
unrelentingly vitality wrenching,
why xyst, zapping assiduousness,
begetting, crushing, destroying essential
fortitude, generating grievousness,
hellacious intractable joylessness,
kneading loneliness, murdering nascent
opportunistic potential, quiet, reserved,
timid, untested voiceless x years,
zilch accomplishments, boyhood
cheated, dieted, extremely famished,
gifted hirsute heir, ill, jettisoned
kippered lunkhead mealy mouthed,
nerdy, outlier psychologically quartered,
repressed self, tamped universal vitality,
withheld Xmas yearnings, zapped
animalistic basic cravings, denied
endeavoring fulfillment, gouged hole
inside, jawboned, kept lid mentally,
nixed opportunities, pronouncedly
quarantined, rabidly snatched tasting
ultimate vibrant x2c, yanked zipline,
aborting bequeathed capacity depriving
eats, forever ghosting hated individual,
jackknifing, kickstarting livingsocial
mortgaged, never ordained physical
quests, ruined self, thoughtfulness
vanquished, worthiness Xrayed,
yabadabadoo zone agitated
beyond crafting development,
executed firstrate glorious human,
impounded jailed kindred love,
manifested nebbish, obliged pleasing
quirky ridiculous travesty, unleashed
vapid wretchedness, xyz, attempted
bizarre concoction, decoding
essentially fruitless, go head issue
joker kick.
Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...
Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth
zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially
robbing, stunting, tormenting
unrelentingly vitality wrenching,
why xyst, zapping assiduousness,
begetting, crushing, destroying essential
fortitude, generating grievousness,
hellacious intractable joylessness,
kneading loneliness, murdering nascent
opportunistic potential, quiet, reserved,
timid, untested voiceless x years,
zilch accomplishments, boyhood
cheated, dieted, extremely famished,
gifted hirsute heir, ill, jettisoned
kippered lunkhead mealy mouthed,
nerdy, outlier psychologically quartered,
repressed self, tamped universal vitality,
withheld Xmas yearnings, zapped
animalistic basic cravings, denied
endeavoring fulfillment, gouged hole
inside, jawboned, kept lid mentally,
nixed opportunities, pronouncedly
quarantined, rabidly snatched tasting
ultimate vibrant x2c, yanked zipline,
aborting bequeathed capacity depriving
eats, forever ghosting hated individual,
jackknifing, kickstarting livingsocial
mortgaged, never ordained physical
quests, ruined self, thoughtfulness
vanquished, worthiness Xrayed,
yabadabadoo zone agitated
beyond crafting development,
executed firstrate glorious human,
impounded jailed kindred love
manifested nebbish, obliged pleasing
quirky ridiculous travesty, unleashed
vapid wretchedness, xyz, attempted
bizarre concoction, decoding
essentially fruitless, go head issue
joker kick.
How can you run from what’s inside your head?
How can you neglect the abusive thoughts
Those dark thoughts
That spiral straight down
On an unfathomable slope
How can the sun keep spinning
Yet some people’s world’s have been flipped-
Robbed-
Cheated.
How can the sun still rise-
With all of her empowering beauty
All of her hope she provides
All of the happiness
How can real-life feel like the worst nightmare
And the clock just keeps ticking
A ticking time bomb for your emotions
The trouble is to rebuild yourself
Find the light, you lost
Find something to hold on to
And when you want to cry,
Let it out like an ocean of roars,
Until the hollow cave in your chest is bleeding
Let it out so you can heal
Let it out while you’re in a forest
On a mountaintop, away from the city lights
Notice how nature remains,
Yet you actually shed off your worries,
But if you look closer
You can see the trees rings
How much has it really seen
How much living they are
How much life they contain
And I guess that’s where I’m left
Stuck in darkness,
Half in light
Because when we look up to the sky,
I can’t help but feel alive
...When I got my own sweet fiancé,
it forced a rethinking of that day.
I knew the trust I had in my love,
and it so quickly began to dawn.
Fun as it was for my youthful mind,
that soldier had loved her as I loved mine,
they’d pledged each other a whole life’s care,
only for her to go do him wrong.
And this moment I thought was so great
is now hard for me to contemplate,
that I could have destroyed a marriage,
the foundation of two people’s lives.
If somebody had done this to me,
taken my Clair and done the naughty,
if she broke my trust in such a way
I do not know if I could survive.
And the woman who had shined so bright
in my passion dreams so many nights…
How can a person betray it all
for a few hours of decent sex?
Had she ever really loved that man?
Had our affair been part of some plan
to give herself excuses to stay?
What other men had she moved to next?
What if the soldier had never learned?
The though of that just makes my insides burn,
imagining how I’d feel if Clair
had been cheating on me all this time.
The thought of other men in my bed,
and not believing a word my wife said,
then not to even {know she did this…
I just can’t imagine such a crime.
I think of that soldier, somewhere out there,
and regret if I caused him despair,
more and more I think of being young,
what possessed me to do what I did…
I would apologize if I could,
but at this point would it do much good?
Would it just cause him needless drama,
cause trouble for him and any kids?
Would he start asking are those kids his?
Was that all that might come out of this?
If she’d cheated once, she’d cheat again,
would anybody know the whole truth?
It would like just cause a big mess,
assuming he’s not discovered it yet.
It’s sometimes cruel how time strips us of
the things we once felt sure of in youth.
Round and round it spun
Where it stops...nobody knows
Every click of the wheel my heart beat more rapid
A whole rack of items to pick from, three rows
It was mine for the taking
Click, click, click, click...it stopped
Huridly, slyly, quickly...without anyone seeing me
On "MOM" my quarter...I dropped
"We have a winner" Shouted the entrepeneur...
running the spinning wheel game
"Pick any prize" He shouted loud
That's when my surprise came
"He cheated" Yelled the woman...
With far away eyes
I seen him slide the quarter on...
After the spinning wheel dies
I got caught and I knew it
So I took off...like a bat
I had almost won the prize
If, that woman...weren't a rat
I learned me a good lesson
Not to do that...never again
I was bad and I was naughty
But honestly, I was only...but ten
At A Fair Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Julia Ward
2-20-2019
My children, standing 'round my bed,
Are whispering and crying.
The fuss they cause would make you think
Some poor old soul was dying.
I laugh inside and ask myself,
"What do these youngsters know?"
The spring of life still flows in me.
It's not my time to go.
I count the times I've cheated Death
And sent him on his way.
Through fever, illness, injury, age,
I've held that thief at bay.
I chuckle now as I recall
The time he almost won--
The day he staked a claim to me
And my new baby son.
I shook the fever from my brow.
Death shied away and fled.
Since we escaped his clutches then,
I've nothing now to dread.
I suddenly am very tired.
I'll close my eyes and rest.
I'm sure tomorrow holds for me
A new, exciting quest.
written, late 1980's
Date: October 28, 2017
Contest Title: Standard Contest No. 45
Sponsor: Brian Strand
An unfinished letter drenched in blood,
the youngest of soldiers dropping
the sweaty pen from his dangling hand;
and while his vision blurs, his thoughts are escaping...
Too young to die in a desert with its sun scorching,
too soon to meet an unfair and horrifying death;
stealing all the laughter life reserved for the kindest,
not giving him another chance to live what he was anxiously planning!
Don't bury him into an undignified soil only visited by spiders,
on this ground nothing grows, but palm trees that soothe the travelers;
over this arid land, hot winds ravage the sand dunes, where he often cheated death:
in a cemetery, undeneath the shade of a pine tree, his body must be buried and rest!
Too young to die, not to ever envision the delights of the future,
or to plan his tomorrow without the horrendous battles that intensify his fear;
too young too die for a freedom that others are willing to give up:
to be subdued by the oppressor, who defiantly will drink from the fullest cup!
Screams for help aren't heard, but muffled by the whirring wind;
and should he die alone, not grasping his buddy's tight hand:
what message can he leave for his family...not knowing his last wish?
Dust hastily advances to close his dying eyes and end his weak breath...
Too young to die, and not hear someone's prayer,
to comfort his lonely heart with heavenly words spoken by angels;
and rising up his mortally-wounded head, he can hear a choir:
coming from a place calmer than a night' sky...look! The dying soldier smiles!
Entered in Deborah's Guzzi contest, " War...what is it good for? "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Forget the religious folks, they don’t have a clue.
Of who God really is, or what He can do.
They talk churchy talk, man they put on a good show.
But the true God our Creator, few of them know.
A cult full of traditions created by man.
Their focus, money and power, that isn’t God’s plan.
Fancy clothed hypocrites, they talk a good talk.
God’s word says ignore that, watch how they walk.
They won’t get away it, someday they will pay.
Their actions caused many seeking God, to just turn away.
It was the church members and preachers during Jesus time.
That used the Romans, to commit mankind’s crime.
Don’t let the religious people turn you away.
From the only One in creation that can help you today.
The bible’s God’s field manual, of instructions for you.
That tell us the truth and what God can do.
God let’s all of creation, make their own choice.
But we must read and obey the bible to hear His voice.
I’ve done many drugs and cheated on my wife.
Many other shameful things on my journey in life.
The hypocrisy of church folk just turned me away.
I still want no part of these people today.
I picked up an old bible and started to read.
Verses of how God, helped anyone in need.
Told Him I needed to know if He is real.
Ready to end life, my mind was so ill.
I cannot describe to you, my experience that day.
God’s presence showed up, took my sickness away.
You don’t need the religious folks, sitting in the pew.
Get a bible, get alone, say God speak to you