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I surrender,
I have fought the good fight,
I have outlasted most,
In the fight that is seemingly lost.
I will leave the battlefield.
To spend more time with my grandson,
So one day in the future he might be the one,
To stop the slide into oblivion,
Of a once proud language,
That used pictures sparingly,
With the words, the main focus for the telling of the story.
Now the English language could be better understood by
The ancient Egyptians.
Or those who have not graduated from, only looking at
The pictures in any book they happen to come across.
I am no longer up to reading between the lines,
When scanning for news that is not fake,
Or guessing the relationship between the picture,
And the main story.
A by-line of a senior journalist,
No longer a guarantee,
Of good grammar or an ability to spell.
So, I surrender,
To the new order,
And will no longer,
Fret about when to use a comma,
I may even dispense with spell check.
I will, however, leave space enough
Just in case there is anybody out there,
Who can still read between the lines.
gotta be evasive of worldy things
gotta keep it straight
broken arrows
won't fly anyway
tryna watch my mouth
be careful of what
I say
tender feelings bruised hearts
and love
never mixed anyway
check my regimene
nd keep my back straight
lack of proper posture
won't let it the way
I aint supped
better get sumthing
clear minded and
a fresh start
is the best catalyst for change
get my saddle ready
be back after while
grab my gladbag
I might something to snack on
still warm out
Baby I see ya later
be back in a while
i'll be back in a while
check my feelings at the door
My Baby don't want me any more
Looked me in the eye and said
she never did
said the weddings off
And I can go
said everything was just a show
get it right
she called me ah buster
said she refrained
as much as she could muster
told me I can find ah' nutha
get my coat
saddle my horse
clear my throat
change my voice
deep inside
what I want to say
but won't matter any way
find him on his back and think, he is a withered leaf so i pick him up from the
porch but he buzzes, his whole body vibrating, it is quite wonderful really, so
i know he is still alive, gentle, I place him on a pansy flower where he sips
nectar, and he sips to my delight, but can he fly, his long legs feel and cling, so
i place him in the shade of a leaf, and tell him to get some rest but first i admire
his beauty, nature did that, when i come back to check, he is gone and that
is true happiness, i weep because i saved a bee today.
little bee landing
on my pansy for nectar
butterfly came too
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June 4, 2018
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Added after contest judged- July 5, 2018
Poetry/Haibun/Bumblebee
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1028-431-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Haibun
Sponsor, Mick Talbot
Second Place
Everything Glitter ain't Gold
Have you ever did art ???
Not just a craft
Did you use the patterns to direct your path
Did you give detail
Or was it basic
With the world we live In
Can you take it
Have you ever heard the phrase
The grass ain't always greener on the other side
Is it just a phrase
Or something applied
Applied for you to get it right
You don't have forever
To get it together
Everything glitter ain't ?? gold
You are in control (control)
Everything glitter ain't gol ?? You are in control
You ever check your surroundings
Or who you are surrounded by
Ever question yourself why?
Why are certain people in your circle ?? ?? ??
Do they mean you any good
We all understand
But want to be understood
Understood of the plan
God got over my life
I really want to get it right
Everything glitter ain't ?? gold
You are in control (control)
Everything glitter ain't gol ?? You are in control
Glitter glisten
Pay attention
Glitter glisten
Pay attention
Everything glitter ain't ?? gold
You are in control (control)
Everything glitter ain't gol ?? You are in control
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
07/02/2023
To say the world is an odd place'
is to say it may or may not rain tomorrow
There is the dilemma,
for nothing about the world
between birth and death is understandable
As an example
A young man walked into a store
where I was waiting to check out
hanging from both his ears were massive
ear rings,
the kind wore to only get attention
and attention he got, from me and
a couple of others
the guy behind me said "those have to hurt"
I just nodded
the young man must have heard us
so he spoke with a proud voice " pretty cool ear rings
don't you think"
and I replied as dry as I could " I don't know
if you really wanted to be cool
you would have worn eagle claw fish-hooks
with live worms hanging from them"
"Wow" was his reply..impressed by how out there
that would have been
My thought was how crazy is it that me
a normal guy could be crazier than the guy
wanting to be crazy
then I said " maybe you should go fishing more often"
with that I wanted to tell him there is a fine line between fishing
and sitting on the bank holding on to a piece of string
I afraid this guy is going to go through life
holding on to a piece of string,
never to catch a fish, it's more important to get attention
than to actually catch something
What an upside down world we live in
2/27/17 contest Upside Down World
A heartless mean person dumped a puppy. It found us of course.
Our dog went nuts.
Not happy.
My husband wanted to keep it.
Named it Baby Buddy because he did not want to check whether it was a boy or girl.
The puppy bit me.
Accidentally when it got crazy happy to see me.
I have rescued over twenty puppies. This was the first one that ever did that.
I have a tiny slit in my arm because Baby has a razor tooth.
This dog is really cute.
I posted his photo on social media.
Three people began fighting over who would run over to our house and adopt him.
We pretended his name was Buddy.
Knowing she was a girl now, but afraid a girl would not be picked up.
Spaying costs so much more than neutering.
A car drives up.
We wait.
Is it one of the people who is fighting over Baby Buddy?
We wait all day, hopeful.
None of them come.
They probably just wanted their friends to give them credit for almost coming.
Social media is so misleading!
The minuteman with his musket,
The man who won our freedom,
An everyday guy asked to step up,
And like a soldier, carry a gun
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.
The woodsman with coonskin cap,
Blazing countless, roaming trails,
Surveying endless, rolling acres,
Surviving all forms of travails,
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.
The cowboy with his lasso,
Riding endless western lands,
Protecting the herd and his skin,
While riding for the brand,
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.
The lumberjack in Buffalo Check,
Eats flap-jacks and swings an axe,
For soft-wood and piles of paper,
He fells trees that could break his back,
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.
The soldier in his helmet,
Standing high upon the wall,
Burning bright against the night,
At any moment he can fall,
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.
The cop driving a lonely beat,
Looking for human wolves,
Expected to fight on our behalf,
And yet still be held accountable,
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.
The hipster and the snowflake,
Proclaim everything toxic,
Plush comforts hide reality,
They claim good folks are sick,
Like the old friends who made them,
Like the old friends that they’ve spurned.
Thugs in black masks rage,
But claim they’re just ‘protesting,’
Targeting all who disagree,
Enthusiastically bashing,
The old friends who made them,
The old friends that they spurned.
But it is all quite shot-sighted,
They’d do better to learn,
From the giants whose shoulders hold us,
From the giants whose respect is earned,
For some day old friends may grow weary
Of being mocked, ignored, and spurned,
They may shrug their heavy shoulders,
Then sit back and watch it burn.
I fondly recall when "service" meant "service" at a service station,
When guys wore a uniform and exuded pride and dedication.
They always greeted you with a smile and friendly, "Howdy do!
It's good to see you! How can I be of service to you?"
While you sipped a nickel Nehi pop he filled the tank;
(You could fill it up without securing a loan from the bank!)
If gas exceeded nineteen cents a gallon, my how folks would holler!
In those good old days you could fill 'er up for about a dollar!
He'd check the tires to make sure they had ample air.
Why, he'd even offer to open the trunk and check the spare!
The windshield was cleaned of the slush and hapless bugs.
He made sure the wires were securely fastened to the plugs.
He'd always check to see that you had plenty of motor oil,
And open the distributor cap to check the points and coil.
If the battery and radiator needed water, those he'd gladly fill.
For all this service and the gas, you'd pay about a dollar bill!
Alas, times have inexorably changed, that's for sure.
Seldom to be found is the small-time entrepreneur.
Nowadays, stations are run by folks beyond the continental shelf,
And, alas, you must service the car and pump the gas yourself!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Faster! faster!! faster!!!
Screaming in piercing silence
Rising up to the matter
Like eating delicious dinner in trance
Harder! harder!! harder!!!
Crying to check its validity
While the feeble light causes disaster
But doesn't want a jest of its ability
Louder! louder!! louder!!!
Panting for ticket into the stadium
Meanwhile not a loyal fan thereafter
Rather to leave the in delirium
Mixer! mixer!! mixer!!!
Thought you'll be energized by my howl
For me to turn your fixer
But all you've done is a foul
Wonder! wonder!! wonder!!!
I just see how mad you are
That you want me dead
For a course more awaits ahead
Jápa! jápa!! jápa...
Thinking you shall spoil Ruth
But you aren't at all wàpa
Rather a handsome lazy youth
Mourner! mourner!! mourner!!!
Awaits those you are proud of
After in some minutes all scattered
People at will of them shall laugh
I don't wanna touch the dry sky no more
I just want to feel the little raindrop like dew
To relieve my heating heart of thy sore
And bless my mind with lovely lady anew
You just want the fun killing me
You just can't desist from all the lies
The lips enclosed in thrilling glee
Till the last try freezed up and it dies
Sorry for the lonely moments Qualih
I wish you aren't at the tip of this
Just that you want it chiefly
It couldn't have been a hit
Cheer up or be upset
Mad or be free
From thy crazy mindset
For many coming shall also flee
You are a witch
Of pretence to be seen a lover
But have been unable to bewitched
The intent of my heart to live forever...
She lay on the bed
Screaming
The pain was expressed in the pitch of her voice
Nurses were hovering over her monitoring her condition
Her husband was banished into the corridor
He paced up and down as if attempting to form a trench in the marble
Her screams subsided for a brief moment
Then escalated, echoing through the hospital
He couldn’t handle it any longer
And burst into the room
Only to be ushered out again
He had noticed blood on the bed
For the first time, he felt helpless
His wife’s screams were like pins piercing his skin
He continued his pacing up and down
A doctor came to the door
Briefly stopped to check his bleeper
Before entering the room
Moments later the doctor came out
With blooded gloves
“ Your wife will be ok,” the doctor said
“ By the way Mr. Aims, congratulations, you have a baby boy.”
He raced in overwhelmed by the tears of joy.
* "HARVEST OF HAPPINESS" Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Contest*