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One of my Trolls got a toothache, and I suddenly began to realize, so wise…
No one had had a checkup, since they had come to be with us, poor guys!
Now this proposed a question…Where to go, to a Doctor, Dentist, or a Vet?
Yes, for Dragon, definitely a vet! But who’d be crazy enough, to be so beset?
For the Trolls, that didn’t seem quite right, so we continued to look, farther yet.
But even Grandpa Troll, who is so old and wise, didn’t know, whom we should get.
We looked on the worldwide web, where a Doctor said; we could come, right away!
His name was Dr. Frankenstein, ‘Sorry, we can’t make it, exactly, now, ah… today!’
Transylvania is too far to go, we said, as we slowly, and quietly slipped, off line!
We finally went to our neighbor witch, yes, again! Just to see, whom she’d assign.
She said it’d have to be from the magic folk, we were going about this, all wrong.
She found an earth mother witch, dealing in fairy folk and such, where we belong.
Yes, she was a well-known Doctor, but also a powerful practicing witch.
Apparently, she had found her niche, and we had found our Doctor witch!
So we called her up right away, and she promised to see us all, at once.
I said they were my dependants, you see, but money was not, in abundance.
She just waved her hand gently, and my insurance suddenly had, a paying clause.
She used bunnies to keep the Trolls, happy and rather mesmerized, for the cause.
And Dragon got a rolling chair, to keep him busy sliding, across the floor, zoom!
With each check up, came the same routine, as they came into the exam room.
As they looked around, she froze them with her wand, no muss, no fuss, for sure!
None of them remembered a single thing, as she had such, a gentle Touch, I assure!
The tooth was fixed with the snap of her fingers, this was truly amazing stuff…
She said we were doing great, for a brood like this, can be full of, painful mischief.
In fact, I was the first, human she’d known, who could deal with a young Dragon.
And still be alive to tell… I told her it was technology, a fire retardant suit, and fun.
That made her laugh hysterically, as she then smiled, and she patted me on the back.
It made me begin to wonder… Is there some thing I don’t know about… yet?
The Golden Years
We celebrated the years with so many memories, birthdays, funerals….
As we took a stroll through life and archived all the memories we had featured
With these golden years
We reflected on our retirement after we met ourselves as employees working well with the passing of age
Our pasts made choices for us including our lifestyle activities
And those choices included low activity, poor diet and a high alcohol intake
Realizing how hard it was to fight this process
Every day was a repeated expression of events as we looked around and took an inventory of the average senior human being
We lived good lives now that we had bad knees, hips, need stents, hearing aids and more which the middle age will never understand
We had counterproductive lifestyle behavior that are now affecting our health with choices made for us
And somehow with these choices came clinics we built with an assumption of calling it a health-care center having professionals assessing our average senior
We served with experience acquired throughout the years
These golden years drew us closer to a self-selecting population requiring a routine checkup preciously because they are fairly healthy
With these years a discovery of how rare our species are, made a realization of how precious our souls are
We were soft, sensitive and had a lovely gesture and we never lost our shine even when we had wrinkles on our faces
These years awarded us the opportunity of earning leisure, a time to rest, relaxation and care without an obligation to maintain an economic level defining the young and middle age
The second wind painted images which made us fragile, superfluous and infantile taking away our powerful mental and emotional constitution, rejecting stereotypic impulses of others perception of us
With everything came time, wisdom, talents to others with an everyday affair of being treated with respect and we had the willpower to strengthen our lifetime challenges adjusting to loss and change of all kinds
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Start
I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign
After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures and fame
As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love
To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove
He chose Princess Melania as the apple of his eye
And began his quest with her name as the battle-cry
He persuaded a ‘Sancho’ to be his faithful squire
With promise of an island to govern as his gift to aspire
Obsessed by the chivalrous deeds of knights he read
He decided to ride a horse which was almost dead
In search of the helpless to defend and the wicked to punish
He began his knighthood with a resolve to fight to the finish
He soon discovered that times have changed
There weren’t any country sides where Kings reigned
Nor castles to conquer or giants to attack
His weird armor and battle cries only drew flak
Nevertheless, he charged at a parked garbage truck
Struck it with his lance using all his pluck
Construing it to be an enemy out to destroy him
But, he fell to the ground with a broken limb
Bruised and battered, Sancho helped him up
Took him to a hospital for a thorough checkup
The doctors patched him up and examined his head
Found its content deficient, but permitted him to go ahead
Resuming his journey he saw a kitten hidden in a bush
“Let’s grope for the pussy,” he yelled at his horse with a push
The horse galloped fast but stumbled as it fell
The kitten got panicky and fled like hell
It’s enough for the day, felt the Don and returned to his lady love
He took a ‘selfie’ with her sitting on the statue of a dove
He knelt before her and said, “Here are my trophies for you”
Presented the broken lance and smashed helmet, before bidding her adieu.
End
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Into the woods on a bright summers day
With a basket of food for her Grandma
But before she arrived she would pick a bouquet
A gift for her Grandma on this her birthday
She noticed the gamekeeper passing her by
So called out his name as she waved him goodbye
Normally friendly, but today Wolf looked down
As she saw on his face an embarrassing frown
She decided to check if her Granny was up
So she got out her mobile to call and checkup
She heard a strange voice but the signal was poor
Grandma’s voice was too deep, said she wanted to sleep
Maybe visit tomorrow for today she felt weak
This made her suspicious she started to shake
For her dear sweet Grandma should be baking a cake
She decided to call on her friend PC Blake
For her instinct was telling her something was wrong
as she called him to ask could he please come along
So together they wended their way through the wood
Nearing Grandma’s chalet, she removed her red hood
As they reached her front door, heard a voice shout for more
So perplexed and alarmed they went in fully armed
But imagine their shock, not believing their eyes
For Grandma was getting a birthday surprise
Grandma and Wolf stark-naked on the floor
Cavorting and frolicking, they were making amour
So discreetly they left, gently closing Grandma’s door…
8th January 2019
Competition: Into The Woods
Sponsor: Silent One
2nd placement
A different take on this ancient fairy tale...
Contest BRIAN STRAND YOU CHOOSE
Sponsor Brian Strand
It is the 27th January,
And I sit here all alone
My memories keep me company
Of times not too long gone
Started again just last night
When a show was going on
They call that show the “Heartbeat”
Filmed over on British lawn.
The man whose name is David
He lost his beautiful dog
It died right there so near him
With never a moan or sob
In six more days now coming on
It will be the 2nd Feb,
It’ll be just two months further on
From when I lost my friend
There are just no words to tell you
The lost I feel inside
My wound still hangs there gaping
And festers really wild
One of by biggest worries
Is just how did he die
I know that he was old then
With youth not on his side
The vet said he was quite confused
When I took my dog to him
He said it looked like toxins
Shutting down and setting in
He gave my Zig a checkup
And listened to his heart
He concluded that his tick collar
Could be the blame for starts
But things have happened since then
And I’m really not convinced
I feel that there’s been foul play
From one whose name is Chris.
I know I’ll never know now
What is the purest truth
I really hope I’m wrong here
Why was his end not mute
I miss that dog I tell you
For years just him and I
I had a love I cherished
That shone from those brown eyes
I’ll never have another
That will take my heart like he
He will always be alive here
While I have my memories.
Poetry is about faith, a song, and sometimes a checkup.
It’s about that girl on the other side you want to link up.
Poetry is about the beauty of life when you want to grow up.
It’s about lost love and now all you want to do is throw up.
Poetry is about the frustration that makes you want to blow up.
It’s about all those things you just said and you want to backup.
Poetry is about a good night of sleep but you struggle to get up.
It’s about the time it takes you in a rush to put on your makeup.
Poetry is about being stuck in traffic because there's a pileup.
It’s about realizing you should take your car in for a tuneup.
Poetry is about the spring fresh air in the morning when you get up.
It’s about enjoying a breakfast together with hotcakes and syrup.
Poetry is about being at your local bank when there's a holdup.
It’s about the police showing you all of these people in a lineup.
Poetry is about family reunions when you don't want to show up.
It’s about all of the gossips, you hear while sipping on your teacup.
Poetry is about going to the doctor’s office to get a workup.
It’s about finding yourself at the local gym, counting a pushup.
Poetry is about all of these emotions that need to be let up.
It’s about writing things down balancing your life to shape up.
Edward J Ebbs - September 13, 2014
Written for a Contest, How Poetry Began
When I was 12 weeks pregnant
my husband and I found out news
News that would change our lives
Shake our entire foundation.
My first son
my loved
Wanted
Long-waited for child
had local exstrophy
During what we thought was a routine checkup
We found out that his lower abdominal wall had not formed correctly
He had a mass as big as his head between his little legs
In the ultrasound
I could barely see his legs because of it
His tiny feet were already clubbed
His spinal cord was tethered
The doctor told us he would never walk or have a functioning bladder
A week later
The situation worsened
We found out his kidneys weren’t working
His lungs wouldn’t develop
After eagerly preparing for our first son
My husband and I
Found out he would die by suffocation upon delivery
If he survived that long
Faced with horrible and difficult odds
My husband and I did what we knew
What was best for our son
Our family
We made the decision to end the pregnancy through abortion
My husband and I loved our first son and wanted him dearly
We named him Thomas
I will forever mourn him
The decision to have an abortion challenged my beliefs around life
My faith
But I have never for a second doubted
This was the right thing to do for myself
My family
Especially Thomas
06122020
Thanks for another day
Others curse their luck, stale breath
Eventually our enemy becomes our brother
Cancer checkup, another swinging dick who fears his death
To not necessarily sacrifice each and every day for another day
I’m going to go to my grave unsung like almost everyone
Numerous number systems beyond the real
Look one way, from another come the heart’s missed beats
One way out of the mind’s limitations is through another mind’s
contemplations
Another autumn, another election, so aimless and sublime
The white egret ate fish after fish, one then another then another...
You get a limited number of long walks, so take your time
One gives up body and soul but that’s not what I came to talk about
Slug the world and the world slugs back
It was amusing in my youth that God’s finger could move me to another
square
Another duality, a day in the woods, jet passing overhead
I am in favor of kindness and you prefer concentration camps
The slow death of one sometimes makes the sudden murder of another
To survive only as many more years as there are petals on a randomly
picked (ox-eye) daisy
Another winter passing its calling card in at the window
One day follows another until the last day and on that day there will be
weather
ITS NOT AN OPTION
They sleep with their eyes open
Doing the s demanding for his grace
Wake up in the morning counting
the millions in their head not yet at hand
Without their desires coiling into shells unbroken
They benefit from the lies of Dagon
Making merry on the clutch of deceit
Eating the fresh meat of lockdown
Filling the table of celebration with lots of receipt
They throw up currencies
Like papers and pamphlet
With rocking damsels ready to flirt
In a haste to surf through that endless hole
They never give a thought about rejoicing in woo
Now guys on the streets with dreadlocks of disgrace
Sobbing bitterly in thousand talents unspoken
In raised limbs they cry with no ransom
‘God no go shame us’
A word to console their weary ass
This is not a condemnation
The hustle is just tight
Everybody wants a coronation
With no one ready to pay the tithe
Running the street,
Was an only option for them
As studying pays no cash but vision
All they wanted was to dwell in the Lion’s den
Making a lot out of fools with no mission
Street games a hard one to play with no cards
Even the cardless ones wants to checkup
Street wolves everywhere devouring the ATM Cards
It is not an easy race to run, I pray they just look-up