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The heavenly blue of the morning sky is born
adorned with fluffy white clouds that entertains
my mind with pictures that out of the clouds
are torn.
Cool sand upon my feet, where I buried them
from the sun's heat. I take in the smell of the
salty beach, where today I find my retreat.
Creamy colored sand lays wake to the next
rushing turquoise wave, from the sea.
The Seagulls are singing their song, as all the
bronze colored tourist, put their sunblock on.
Vendor's voices echoing in the wind, Hotdogs,
Cokes and peanuts, were open from 8 til......then
another turquoise wave rolls in, bringing with it the
breeze that drowns out the voices of the vendors again.
Multi-colored towels all lined in a row, like a
beautiful rainbow laid upon the sand below.
When the day has passed and the sun sinks
below the saw grass. I can't think of a better
place to be, than down by the enchanting sea.
Angus and Morag decided to get married
Twenty years together – too long they had dallied
So off to the registry office they did go
To book the wedding and get on with the show
Angus being a canny Scots man
Said lets get this done as cheaply as we can
If we limit the numbers there will be a reduction
Oh Angus please learn the art of seduction
He paid for 6 people at a reduced fee
Angus rubbed his hands with glee
Just Angus the groom and Morag the bride
Would stand together side by side
They wore nothing special on their special day
Angus did not want fuss it is cheaper way
Ailsa and Isla their two teenage daughters
Hamish and Jeanie their other supporters
The wedding breakfast was held at Maccy D’s
Six Big Macs and fries, 2 cokes and four teas
Hamish was happy to pay for this meal
He’d got a voucher for a 2 for 1 deal
I felt really sorry for Morag that special day
Hamish hadn’t always been this way
When they met Hamish swept her off her feet
But now he’s got control of the monthly balance sheet
I haven’t stopped smiling since I read this great news
No better daughter in law his parents could choose
His mother didn’t have to buy a new hat
I know she will have been pleased about that
Jan Allison
1st April 2014
Submitted to Any Poem Goes # 17 Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
The way a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock, a ship going to Murmansk
needed a cook, I didn’t hesitate, sign on
Every morning made my own coffee and everyone else’s.
I would still like to know if she when coming back from
Garston’s shopping centre misses me.
I never used to drink sweet tea,
and neither did I drink coffee.
The one drink that my mother made
was the 60’s stand-by, sugar water called Kool-aid.
I never liked it much; I wanted pop instead.
“Pop I will not buy you,” my mother always said.
So pop became for me a kind of treat-
something other than kool-aid for a beverage sweet.
As an adult in my later years because
I wanted to be healthier, I found tea was
the best alternative for me.
I still hate the taste of coffee.
One year I went crazy and I bought
chamomile, dandelion, peppermint, licorice, green, and quite a lot
of other types of very tasty brands.
How nice it feels to have a cup of warm tea between one’s hands.
Sometimes I use stevia as a sweetener for tea.
That’s because stevia is the best one calorie-free.
However, nothing beats the taste
of tea that is with honey laced!
Boiled water with tea and honey
I sometimes put inside (does this sound funny?)
a tall container like a plastic bottle I carry.
It’s good for any drink, whether juice or dairy.
Once tea has cooled down,
it’s so convenient to carry it around.
I drink it at the place where I teach.
So nice it is to have it within reach.
So pleasant is tea’s flavor. I ought to drink it more.
But when I’m late for work, I have to leave the door
with bottled water or a second drink I like called Bai.
Tea, however, is the very best. Here’s why.
Antioxidants are what a good tea contains.
Good blood pressure and cholesterol also it maintains.
Best of all, I drink it before I go to sleep.
Two bags of tea together in the boiled water I seep.
For vitamin C, some spoonfuls of lemon I throw in.
Drinking Cokes instead of tea ought to be a sin!
Walking through the streets of my home town
Reaching for the Memories of days long passed
Seeing nothing of what I once knew
Accepting the fact
That I can never go back
To the time when doors remained unlocked
And no one ever knocked
When a whole section of town converged on one home
A death in the family brought neighbors to your door
There was a sense of community and
Dignity was not a status symbol
Wednesday's the miner rested
In the afternoon possibly at a local bar
While clothes lines decorated back yards
Clorox making it new again
Found a quarter equals five on the pinball unless
She was there
Making three and two cokes a better selection
Baseball glove dangling from the handlebars and
there was no charge for dreams
The park beckoned the wild bunch with a pack of Luckies
Never thinking twelve was too young
And not knowing
The tragedy of progress
Those days when friendships bonded a town
Anger only lasted until the fight was finished
There was a game tomorrow night
Winner and loser going to see it together
And the only real enemy was
TIME.
Marquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in
Popcorn smokes, .. we're drinking cokes,... and cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along with more sarongs,... , her luscious lips, and cigarettes,
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips
'Movietone' intrudes with news, and soon we're in somber mood
Third-Reich goosesteps march again, ... an evil presence in the wind...
Cary Grant , (a news reporter), loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy. But Cary loves this ditzy lady....
William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,....
...an earring gold. The mystery is clearly solved.-- A crimson sun, is rising cold!
Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die
Another night, suspense on chart. 'Correspondent' , Joel McCrea.
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day. BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way
Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked
----
It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
Allied troops are moving tanks. I wait for you..God give me strength
I'm in the Strand, within the dark, there's no one here to hold my hand
I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio
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For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish
11/23/14
My thoughts drift back thro' the fleeting mists of time,
To my youth when life seemed somewhat more sublime.
Memories waft thro' my mind as tho' on gossamer wings,
Recalling uncommon folks, events and very special things!
I'll never forget the taste of Blackjack or Teaberry gum.
Being chosen last for the game and feeling so very glum.
Then we played the game without raging, meddlesome adults.
Kids handled things, albeit, at times with bruising results!
My friends nor I ever owned fancy pedigreed dogs.
We played with Erector Sets, Tinker Toys and Lincoln Logs.
A motorcycle sound was made by pasteboard flapping on bicycle spokes.
Eyes smarted from fizz in noses as we sipped our nickel cokes!
Teachers wore suits and ties; ladies wore dresses and high heels.
A bit of sass earned a session with one of the school's wheels!
They didn't abide chewing gum, caps or any other slovenly trait,
But worst of all was facing Mom at home and learning of your fate!
I recall Green Stamps, the Fuller Brush Man and Studebaker cars,
Candy cigarettes, Bit-O-Honey and Powerhouse candy bars.
How wealthy I felt upon receiving an allowance of a dime
Ah! Such simple joys! My! How things have changed over time!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The Killing Fields”
Stepping across these bodies
Makes me ill
Pools of blood stitched
In the soles of my shoes
Body parts dripping from
Walls where bullets passed
She went to school that day
Skipping and laughing along the way
Gunfire from hell
Unleashed in a fury of hate
For no reason at all
Convenient it seems
Seven year old girl
Face half gone
Her mother weeps
They did nothing
Stepping across these lifeless forms
Makes me ill
Rivers of blood
Stain the asphalt
Two lovers embraced
In death
Bullets passed through
Denying them life
They went to a concert that day
Joking and laughing along the way
Gunfire from Hell
Rang down from above
For no reason at all
Convenient it seems
Their parents weep
They did nothing
Stepping across these mangled forms
Makes me ill
Bodies slumped over
In wooden pews
Riddled with bullet holes
Bibles in their hands
They went to pray to Jesus
Thinking everything right
Gunfire from hell
The open front door
All are welcome
Convenient it seems
Jesus weeps
They did nothing
Stepping across these mutilated forms
Makes me ill
Bleeding bodies
Screaming kids
Bisected limbs
Coughing up blood
It was their first date
Popcorn and cokes
Gunfire from hell
Came from the stage door
Down the aisles he strutted
Convenient it seems
Defying reason
They did nothing
Don’t you understand
What doing nothing
Has done?
Complicit you are
No leadership you show
Your arrogance defies wisdom
Don’t you give a damn?
Maybe, if the dead
Were one of yours?
No??
I’m going to guess
You’re too %#&! vain
Makes you guilty as well
Stepping across these bodies
These bodies covered in blood
These bodies without faces
Ties a knot
Deep in my heart
Makes me ill
Blankets cover the dead
We don’t have to look
Yet we’re part of the scene
Living in fear
These killing fields
Make me ill
Anti-Poem — “The Membrane Electric”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “Two Thousand Light Years From Home” by The Rolling Stones, while reading this anti-Poem)
susie and billy tripping into arterial los angeles
sloshing their young gonads with diet-rite cokes
riding now in his ‘72 cadillac deville on highland
susie’s in the front seat wearing a pink mini skirt
she’s swaying madly to the outrageous music
creating stardust sandwiches for the bewitched
the stones are jamming on 8-track with majesties
jamming and scratching the membrane electric
keith playing electric bass now with a mind claw
relax baby this is music from the perfume places
the bending plastic places where time oozes onward
sprinkling the silent cosmos with this gushing music
this atomic slide with mick jagger and the blues boys
brian hypnotizing death with mellotron madness
it’s so very lonely when the streets aren’t blinking
susie and billy careening now past the neon tributaries
this stunning urban interlude with handjob milkshakes
hey baby relax let’s just kick back and ride this music
this very cool mind slosh with charlie and billy too
ride easy baby as we slide into the membrane electric
yeah honey we’re two thousand light years from home
susie’s swaying now closing her eyes loving the stones
We Are Not Alone
Where are we going?
Rushing around
Going everywhere and ending up nowhere
Do we have to move so fast?
Eating undercooked hamburgers and supersized Cokes
We do not talk to each other
We never notice the person standing right beside you
Even families talk through email and texts
Too busy to sit and talk even for a minute
Strangers and family remain strangers
It is like we are a civilization of one
Six billion independent souls who need no one
We do not notice the world that we live in
The sun rises and sets in beautiful colors
We never notice the sky unless we’re caught in a storm
Flowers share their natural beautiful colors
Their scents fill the air but no one stops to enjoy them
Life moves too fast for anything as trivial as that
We should take a moment and stop
Just one moment to notice the people we share Earth with
Stop and smell just one flower on the side of a building
In that moment you will know that there is a world out there
A planet of life for you to experience
And you will realize that you are not alone