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Once upon a time
I was, it seems like 100 years ago,
on an old fashion cargo ship, the carried all sorts
from potatoes, flour, machine parts, plastic flowers,
and tinned fruit, meat, and hats for the wife of the president
in Honduras.
For some reason, there was a door in my store room
it led into a cargo hold I filled the larder till it looked
like a corner shop. My task was to keep the cost of living down,
and the captain got a telegram from the company complimenting
me on keeping the cost down.
When the ship birthed in some obscure port, the unloading
took a long time and there was time to go ashore
have a bit of fun and a good steak with wine at a restaurant.
I was twenty-five and had a hell of a time, but nothing
lasts forever, the ship was sold to a Greek shipping company
and we all had to go home.
I just finished flipping the calendar to March
I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall
despite everything being digital
I’m old school some would say
How is it each day I’m at work every minute I'm there
passes like an old woman with a walker running a marathon
while months and years fly by like fighter jets breaking the sound barrier
Life is like that ride at the amusement park shaped like a silo that spins
slowly at first, the velocity incrementally increasing
until the world becomes a blur
finding yourself pressed against the wall by an unseen force
unable to move a muscle without exerting extreme effort
My birthday is a little more than two months away
I don’t feel old or look anything like I imagined (and feared) I would
when I was in my early twenties and forty seemed like such an ancient age
I'm older than my parents were when they became grandparents
making my entrance into this world when they were only teenagers
in the early hours of that late May morning
I was a bit older though too young as well
when I took up the mantle of mother
When you have no hope you cling to anyone that pays attention
in order to feel you have any worth
that you matter to someone even if only for a few precious minutes
I’m reminded of men I’ve seen who are likely in their sixties
their silver hair, if they have any at all, blowing in the wind
as they race down the road behind the wheel
of a brand new expensive sports car they had aspired to own
since they were sixteen but can only now afford to buy
who will soon find themselves waking up to the fact
that some dreams left unfulfilled for too long grow stale
realizing it isn't the thrill it would have been back then
when women would have paid equal attention to both car and driver
each complimenting the other instead of such a stark contrast
reselling it a year or two later concluding it’s not worth the expense
investing those funds in a pre-paid funeral and life insurance
When I was a child,
the teacher came up with a nice assignment, ever so mild.
She passed around to all the children
a black and white outline of a heavenly angel, with no chagrin.
"You are to color the angel your favorite color.",
she said. as we all took out our boxes of crayons, of vibrant holler.
I took my time getting started and looked around the room,
and the other school kids grabbed for their reds and their blues.
The teacher then started to walk around complimenting each child,
as they scribbled away.
It was a very nice day.
I took my time, starting with a deep outline against the edges,
and then with a smile on my face colored in turns and pathways to impress, as I honored the pledges
Teacher eventually got to me and with a little surprise spoke against her druthers,
"You aren't following the directions, you are to use your FAVORITE color!
"But...", I said with my eyes looking up against a sunken face,
"Yellow IS my favorite color", and I felt it was great.
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
''Y'' Contest, New Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
cold ogre universe
engulf tender stars
spit out the bones-see the sparks...
everyone looks toward the sky
says how pretty they are
complimenting the slaughter
how endearing and naive.
Pot black sky means the ogre is idling,
fattened by star fillets, it sleeps.
New stars are born,
honed with their shine
but when the ogre awakens
the bone sparks will fly
once again-
Birth and slaughter
hungry and satiated
pinwheels of time
turns oasis to wasteland:
This is the natural course of things,
purity always ravaged
by green-toothed savage
while the masses chew on
the cool glass
of indifference...
whispering bloody-lipped to the ID,
"glad its not me."
how endearing and stupid
can these IDiots be.
When Gus returned into the room Penney was
beating the crap out of Silky! Apparently he and
Vatican 2 podiatrist "Peter" had struck
a prostitution deal involving San Francisco.
Penney, beach slapping a bloodied Silky, was yelling, I ain't no punk bottom beach. Now, you work for me !
Silky was sniveling and whining, "okay Penney,..."
Gus had to break it up, he quickly tossed each of
them a Scooby Snack, which everyone knows is
a last resort and an exclusive product,
that only the person handing out can purchase.
The Scooby snacks may embolden everyone
even more than Kenny's product, so
Gus would need to have discression
(he looked at the nearest mirror
((this time was below Kenny))
and gave a Mr. Roper look of vocabulary satisfaction.
Soon the room was as serene as a newborn
in a Mother's arms, each person complimenting
the next in cordial bipartisan fashion.
It was as if Gus had stepped into the halls of
Congress. If Congress was brought to you by
the liars on Sesame Street and by the letters B and S or F and U. "Family/Unlimited".
As everyone was already holding hands
Gus brought out the Milton Bradley number one seller, Ouija (short for, your parents aren't here, but we are)...
Form:
Your love is so addictive
It feels like I’ve taken a pill
For encouragement and joy,
Inspiration and completion
Your love is so alive
In every way it thrills
I don’t know how to give back
The way it makes me feel
Your love is totally fulfilling
Complimenting my every thought
Filling me up with real compassion
That makes me sure I’m blessed
Your love is a gentle thought
Causing me to fill excitement
That abides with me through it all
The weakest moments and anxieties
Your love is like a warming fire
Soothing all the hurt that lies inside
Creating in me a pure passion
Ignited by enchantment and desire
Your love is burning away the past
Creating in me a new direction to take
A way filled with faith, hope and love
Feelings that cause my heart to fully heal
Your love is a sense of clear purpose
Longings for more ways to give to you
My feelings of love that are so certain
I hope that you will always know my mind
On a walk along the beach…after we’d been walking for a while
we came upon a flower growing in the sand…and immediately we smiled.
And this one flower got me thinking:
We are living in a world where increasingly we see
some people do not act without first asking themselves…What’s in it for me?
While at the same time…in the same world we see
other people, like this flower, making others smile
never thinking to ask…What’s in it for me?
Look around, despite the news, there is in humanity a definite trend
to help a stranger, help a neighbor, help an animal…help a friend.
You’ll see people encouraging someone they never met before…
complimenting, congratulating, lending a hand…holding a door.
Writing a note, giving a gift…letting another person know…
it’s them they’re thinking of.
helping someone in need…sewing seeds of love.
When we bring someone joy…we fee it in our core….
how we’ve helped to make the world a little more beautiful
than it was a moment before.
And we begin to think in beautiful…because we understand…
all it takes to make the world more beautiful…
is one flower in the sand.
I’ll never be her,
I’ll never be the girl who wakes up and looks effortlessly beautiful,
I’ll never be the girl who has perfect lashes,
And a perfect blowout 24/7,
I’ll never get straight A’s without trying,
Because that’s just not who I am,
I’m not the girl who has guys fighting for her,
Or who gets compliments from every passing stranger,
I’m not,
And honestly I don’t think I ever will be,
But that’s okay,
I may not have guys complimenting my looks,
Or my outfits,
But I do have others things,
I get acknowledged for being kind, funny, athletic,
I get good marks because I put in an effort,
I don’t take the easy way out,
Because I have integrity,
I don’t take short cuts,
Or Loop holes,
I value hard work,
And I learned at a young age that for me at least, doing things the easy way,
Doesn’t make me happy,
But for her,
I don’t know,
She might enjoy cheating off of others because then she can stay out partying,
She might value being a puck bunny, because her looks are the most impressive thing about her,
She may even get plastic surgery because working out was too much work,
I don’t know,
And I will never know,
Because I will never be her,
I am proud of who I am and I will never change myself to become her,
I enjoy going to bed at 1am because I’m laughing on call with a friend, not because I’m out partying,
I enjoy spending days studying,
But also getting outside and playing a sport,
I value my relationships with others, and make sure I keep in touch with my friends, family, and colleagues,
I may have a basic life style,
You may even call it nerdy,
But that’s not the way I see it,
In my world,
It’s everything I need,
And everything I want,
To her it may not be much,
She may think I’m missing out on my teenage years,
But to me,
It’s perfect,
It’s the lifestyle I knew I’d be living right now,
The kind of life where I am proud of myself,
I get to do things that I enjoy
I am social,
Athletic,
And live life to the fullest
So yes,
I am not her,
I’m me,
And that’s exactly how it should be
*Image of John Madden by Oakland News Now.
John Madden RIP
As an offensive linesman forms profession,
Complimenting Raiders pro football coach,
Relating coaching and playing no question,
At every game, there's a diverse approach,
After his heyday years on the field, to cam,
A front-page kinda guy, sporting the news,
His behind the cam persona clearly amuse,
Hectic tit-for-tat lifelike catchphrases bam,
Commercials, sportscasting purged midlife,
I personally knew him in his career highlife,
He knows the playbook, immortalized rock,
'Twas a subject of intrigue, animated stock,
Ere Constitution, the Word in his interviews,
It's nineteen seventy-seven Raiders streak,
Twelve consecutive victories Super Bowler,
Oakland Airport Hilton, the Raiders quarter,
As Hospitality Aficionado I smile and greet,
But now, twelve-year his calling as a coach,
Making Raiders fans proud, as all encroach,
We pay homage to the man giant than men,
A football player, coach, TV persona, friend.
2022 January 23
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.