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He's in the line for a quick pick up,
it's early in the morning and not much of a line
and he needs some milk and toilet papers, says
“I've had better days, this shall pass.”
He's said that line to himself a hundred times, sometimes
with an Irish Bostonian accent that advertises his background.
“If they have eggs too, get a couple of dozens,” he reminds himself,
even though he stopped eating eggs to lower his cholesterol.
“Hey check this out. They're giving a 25 dollar coupon, maybe I can get
a carton of camel's cigarette," until he realized he 'd missed his chances,
setting into a state of quiet panic – “and what if they ran out of milk too,
can't have black coffee, never.” Thank god he was not a diabetic hyperdermic like the fellow ahead of him, who held onto his cane anxiously, cursing under his lips at the parade of cars. “Those sons of es drive luxury cars begging for food, ain't right brother.”
He agreed. “They ought to be shopping at Cosco” though their abundance assumed desperation.
“Amigo move over,” a heavy-set lady screamed pushing her cart forward undeterred, plowing through the line with meshes of anger and energy.
But he didn't care, thinking he was in waiting rooms with buckets of dental pain, the kind of places patience survives, pulled down his face mask for a deep breath, standing next to a German automobile,
admiring the driver's audacity to risk it on the highway. His luck a rain started and wind blew off his old hat, as if God was sitting on an upper-story chuckling with whirls of irony., watching his beloved children riding a ferry to
nowhere.
1.The Parable Of The First Son.
Struggle isn't a mistake,
But a beloved first child because there was no Plan b.
A bar raised as a measuring tape,
'Cause they grow up so fast.
And there's so much you could get wrong.
It is the eldest sibling raising parents to be better than.
It is my big sister talking about the then I cannot comprehend.
How I never had to, and I can be fine with everything being what it is.
It is how it's only a piece of her heart that my girl can ever give me,
She shares so much being her mother's child already.
I want to love her as much more,
But I'm still a middle child in my demands.
Threatening to twist the red thread of fate joining lovers into an umbilical cord.
The tug of war in our dysfunction and one more burden she has to bear.
It is Esau making mountains out of molehills his dwelling,
With the little blessings Isaac gave him.
It is the strength Leah had in a world not fair,
And Rachel sulking with resentment as a younger sister.
Being the oldest you learn to laugh in your conversation with God like Sarah,
Or do you deny your duty as your brother's keeper?.
Cleaning up the mess, it is hard to be impressed by hotel California.
Would, if she could, that we make our own beds.
You can check out, but can never leave.
The ties that bind us,
A stipulation written in red on my conscience.
Blood is thicker than water, so tears don't hold much weight
But it is then much easier to miss their accumulation
Till it is enough to kill us.
Was the madness of Jack Torrance perhaps anger?
What secrets the spirit of the child on a tricyle wishes it never knew?
She breaks down my doors as I shout to get her out of her trance,
We will not die this weekend.
Stands up when He whispers in your ear
Falling down year after tear
Waiting in line till it's your turn
Being shown the door and the shade burns
He rides you and the whip flails
The widow waits each month for the check in the mail
The whisper remembers as the tree sheds each Fall
Will he see his shadow, will he see what he saw
Stands alone does the spring crocus
She waits for the Sun
And Mother spins and spins
She waits as the Robin for the peck of her egg
Dying as the bullet shreds his memory of the flag
Stands for the widow as his breath sags
The politician wears full armor as he speaks at the mic
Stand up ,vote and the reward helps to see the light
And the years go by and the body starts to lean
The wrinkles round the bend and pick up steam
To stand tall when all say you're wrong
The last bar closes with the last song
The rose is killed as she stands
Trash strewn and the wind
The Sun goes dark and a single tear
And He whispers goodnight
During the 70s I felt really so alone
so joined a Penpals Worldwide club
this I really enjoyed meeting new friends
watching for a mailman hoping for a flood
In the UK I had a few of them
remember Janet and Janice across the border
also written a lot to Jane in Wales
so good to receive letters in any order
We exchange photos with each other
remember in Germany there was lovely Brigitte
who was a really attractive blonde
enjoyed reading her pen, such a hit
A special friend was Joan in Chicago
we first, exchanged letters, them onto tapes
so nice to hear each other's voice
we sent each other sweets of various shapes
But never met one another
though I did check price of a flight
then I met my future wife Jean
so Joan and I ceased to write
I often wonder where they're now
and wish life for them has been clear
trust they're happy and at peace
still loved the penful memories of yesteryear
(In the 70s, I remember such happy times of having many penfriends across the world, it was a blessed time of happy memories, but often wonder where they all are now.)
Excuse me, Mrs. "NASTY"- DMV lady
Whatever be your name
I see those tickets are addressed to me
But I assure you, I'm not to blame
You see, I've been away for twenty years
In Jail: Behind the bars
So, there's no way that I could have gotten them
For I haven't driven any cars
I think there must be some mistake
Check the records and you will see
That someone else had possibly drove that car
But I know that it wasn't me
Now if you will. please give me my license
Before, I pass some gas
And take those tickets that you thought were mine
And you can shove them up your ....
DMV Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Carili
1/14/2022
Here everyone dreams,
Hearing no one scream.
Hopes flow like a stream,
Hearts kicking but no deal.
Just the normal feelings,
The normal life.
The better stays in the dream,
Dreams playing from within,
Reality fleeing to the abyss.
A good look at yourself,
Your dream is described.
Like the mouth,
Too big,
Too loud,
Too many problems.
You are not the only one dreaming,
Others are screaming
For that same dream.
Flies dominate the world,
Gathering useless things for free.
Just a few honey makers
Stay and build together.
Beware of flies,
Remember their lies,
And know they will die
In the grave when they try,
Or pit where they fly.
Take a little bow,
At least to ages,
If not those offices.
But basically,
Look to the sky, knees down,
And say your words,
For heaven gives the world.
Check the road,
The thorn at your feet,
Stumps on the way,
Or the holes
Do not stop the heartbeat.
It's nothing to crash on a rash.
A faster stream splashes on the rock,
A steady one finds another way.
So lead your way
And be brave
They sit on the thrones..
Yes, they sit higher than God,
But call themselves servants..
Of whom?
Ego or obsession?
Or some kind of mental sickness?...
They proclaimed themselves leaders.
But good followers, they never could be.
'Little knowledge is dangerous...' it's been said.
Sure, they are a danger to the human race.
They are the very roots of sufferings and pains.
Their blind faith upon thyself is masked as fervent worshippers of the great one.
Who's the great, is it not around us, among us?
But none can be greater than the life gifted to each and every one...
Wake up human fellows, question these rulers...these guardians..these dark Angels..
At every point of your life..
It's like hide and seek...if you discover my hideouts, you catch me.
Come on, look for me..know who I am
And what I am...
I know the rule of the game...
Once denounced you will know me, as I come out of my self made hideouts and masquerades..
Till then bad luck I will lead the game...
I hold your nose..check!
Dance with me, say what I say, do what I do.
You cannot lead yourself...you are a follower..
Or you're ME..??????
© Sunita U D Palawon (monologue)
Jason said people who don't eat meat become dumb.
your body craves meat it nourishes the brain, keeps
it young. I agreed munching on that all beef juicy
hamburger, meat is good.
When I was feeling blue and tired Jason told me
you need to come over to our land, bathe in the cold creek
water, it has healing power for what ills you.
I nodded but never did.
Jason asked for gas money, needed around ten bucks
gave him a twenty.
You can give me change the next time I see you.
It was three weeks and forgotten when I saw him again.
Why ask? it was gone for good.
Jason would say it is what it is whenever he goofed up
life goes on enjoy the ride.
He traveled a lot. Would take off in his old Chevy and be gone
for weeks at a time, went where ever on a hope and a prayer.
Somehow people took to him, he never did without
Jason could spin a story and talk both ears off.
Asked him once what tribe he was, he told me
but I never heard of it and can't remember their name.
Small tribe not many left. He was a big man, not fat at all
tall and broad shoulder, body shaped like a triangle.
Had diabetes so many people do now days.
Jason loved the ladies, if a pretty girl came near
he would run you over to talk to her and talk he did
The ladies would smile and laugh he always had something
humorous to say, funny story in reserve.
Hadn't seen Jason in awhile, was beginning to wonder
about him.
One day a guy I saw him with once asked me
did you hear about Jason? No I responded
He went to the Indian hospital cause he felt really bad
doctor was not in and he sat in the waiting room for hours.
When they came to check on him he was dead.
Couldn't believe it, didn't want to. Was numb.
Thank you for telling me. It was awhile back
I had missed his funeral to, would have gone if I knew.
Jason heart of gold always with a story to tell.
That night for dinner had a big juicy steak in his honor.
Peace, my brother, peace.
Everyone is in a rush, and they are getting ready to board the bus, everyone is going somewhere, for something dynamic is moving in the atmosphere. The weather is fine but there is something moving on the line. The pattern you see is running diagonally towards the sea and a giant tree is blocking the path where you should be.
There is a radius stationed in the sun, pushing the energy towards the earth and I stop a while to measure the distance from the earth to the sun but the forces are strong and the journey is long. Time creeps upon the earth with tears dripping from the sky, lamenting a city that will fall like troy and die.
The Trojan War was fought with love and passion burning from above, but the soul of man is baked in the fate of the earth surrounded by the mystery of his birth. You have searched long and hard to unravel the mysteries of men, but destiny takes him to another place and announces his fate. There is nothing that you can see that I haven’t seen, places hidden from the sun, the moon and the star has answered the call and they walked briskly through the hall.
There are places in the atmosphere that are blowing fresh air, but no one has ever been there, there are strange people living there with human and animalistic nature and gutter snipes living among stagnant water. A helicopter can land there, but there are creatures that can cause you to fear.
I longed for a place to go, where lots of fruit trees grow and juicy grapes running on the vine and a vineyard that is divine. There is no secret line there and no negative energy to make you feel unhappy; there are places I have never been, that is waiting to welcome me and show me what I must see and grant me the courage to be.
Check out that unfamiliar spot on the map and look underneath the felt hat; you placed it there with apple vinegar the last time you went there. Places I have never been waiting to cleanse me of my sins. See you there!
Today there is
Nothing but grey sky
Later on is going to rain
I have been walking
For 1 hour already
I am not made of ice
I am made of
Flesh and bones
Also it is very cold out
It is -9 with the windshield effect
I miss the sunny days
During the Spring
That I need so bad
I also missing the vitamin d
That I need so bad
Now it is time to check my
Blood
With the glucometer
My reading was normal
The glucometer never lies
Now it got dark inside my house
It is time for me to turn the
Lights on
Inside my house
And inside my house is now bright
And the night is here
I must say that I am feeling
Tired
Already so I am going to try
To go to bed early today
I am not sure about the weather
Tomorrow
Yes I hope to be up early tomorrow
AIso I left all the windows open
So I could air my house
And I also will be awaken
By the birds