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Was School the Best Thing On Earth?
Mary’s little lamb was not me really,
I had alternative thoughts inside, innately;
I confided in who I loved, trusted sanely,
But secrets are selfish very most truly.
I knew I had a place and a time,
And although on that day I may not rhyme,
Thought that I should’ve been able to mime,
And that one day I should be fine.
Imposing relativities, shrieking was done,
But to me they didn’t have a gun;
In society I had a friend and hun,
And that they shouldn’t so pun.
But school has the upper-hand,
Is the legs upon which you stand,
But you can give it a hand,
When it’s in the wrong band.
They'll have you believe she was lost to the sea,
But the moon would beg to differ.
She was always lost,
Always looking for which way to go.
Or was that always looking for where she came from?
The moon couldn't really tell coming from going;
To a celestial body both look pretty much the same.
She wanted to be found asserts the moon.
Or was that to be seen?
She had confided at every turn,
Every phase,
I see you,
Do you see me?
I am but a sliver today, how about you?
A crescent, that's exactly how I'm feeling too!
I see you,
Do you see me?
No, not this moonless night;
I don't see myself either.
I see you,
Do you see me?
I see you.
I know you see me too.
You are the full that fills me.
She was not lost to the sea insists the moon.
It was not the sea that swallowed her
But my reflection.
18.01.03
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
Water and Sky
Squish you like a teddy bear,
Hold you nice and tight
just to feel your comfort
in my arms tonight.
Your smell is so familiar,
I have held you every year
since I was a child
I held you close and dear.
To me, you are so personal,
though tattered and a little old
I could not bear if you were gone
You keep me from the cold.
I have confided in you,
you have wiped away my tears
and even braced me in the dark
from all my hidden fears.
It is time I say goodbye,
Maybe pass you on
to be my child’s friend
here so safe at home.
At least I know you are safe,
I know you will be well
blanket you are my dearest friend
If you could talk, the stories you would tell.
Like a secret confided with his last breath
Dangling from his every syllable
He draws me near whispering in my ear
Reaches in to the depths of my soul
He holds my beating heart
In the palm of his cold hand
The demons lurk in the thick murky fog
On my walk at dusk thru an ill lit park
They toy with the last moments before sunrise
While the city seems to still sleep
I’ve said my goodbyes to the tune of violins
Stirring withered brittle leaves as death circles
Cold winds whirl and no one sees my tears
I’ve swayed to my last waltz
I can finally forget the insomnia that has me
In the grip of darkness devoid of guiding star
AP: 3rd place 2020
Lola lived in the polar regions
A place very cold
Lola wished that she didn't
Now she was getting old
She was fed up with the same weather
At all times
Her thermometer was out of whack
She longed for warmer climes
This was impossible
Feeling like a fool
She confided in her best friend
Who gave her a big bag of wool
She had inherited from someone years ago
Where that someone came from
No-one may ever know
In amongst this wool were needles and a book
With lots of knitting patterns
And a crochet hook
The patterns were simple
There were quite a few
As Lola flipped through the pages
To find the easiest to do
She found a beanie
A beanie is a woollen hat
Concentrating on the pattern
She very soon made that
Lola was delighted
Pulling the beanie over her ears
This was the cosiest she had felt for years
Lola made slippers, followed by gloves
Thanks to her best friend
Who gave the gift of wool with love
I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy
and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie.
This turned out to be a polite alligator
now on probation for having eaten a waiter.
The police left it tied to a street lamp, it seemed.
It looked so kind. how its joyful face beamed.
It spoke perfect English, quoted Terence and Horace.
I was surprised to learn that its first name was Boris.
"In life,' it confided. 'whatever you do,
apologize profusely and past failures rue.
Then proclaim calmly the past to be past.
Now is the time to move on at last.'
Its sudden jerk made me lose grip of its leash ,
before attacking an old person whom it ate like a quiche.
"I just couldn't resist, so please don't tell the cops,'
it said, tears in eyes. while licking its chops.
The loss of that gentleman causes me pain.
I promise sincerely not to do that again.'
Then two irate policemen appeared on the scene.
One was fat and the other was lean.
Boris polished them off at remarkable speed.
To discourage this act no plea could succeed.
I wagged a finger to show disapproval
at such a violent and hasty removal.
'I am so sorry,' said Boris 'That's the last time
I shall ever commit such a base crime.
As I said before, it's time to move on.
The past is past. what's gone has gone.'
Who then should appear but Lord James Murray,
whom Boris devoured in rather a hurry.
'Boris,' I cried. 'That's enough. I'm perplexed.'
'In that case,' said Boris, you are the next.'
I ran like a hare for all I was worth
as never I ran from the day of my birth.
I got to my home, rushed in, locked the door.
I hid under the bedclothes, struck to the core.
What a hangover I had on the following day.
I saw no sign of Boris, I'm so glad to say.
I always hoped I would grow up to be like you
I felt your arms around me and looked up to you
You were my hero, my idea of perfection
You were my rock, you were my first true love
How I wish time had stopped
Because suddenly I was on my own
As if you confided my care to someone else and wished for the best
One big blur, dropped off, sent away or taken away
The truth was it was nothing like the days with you
How could it be
I couldn’t tell your heart was breaking through time and distance
I tried to make it in a world away from you and find my way
It was often loud, dark or lonely - It was a different time
A time when long distance phone calls were extravagant
and not wasted on little girls missing their grand-mother
You had started molding me into a strong independent
Girl ready to face the world
But there was still work left unfinished
We weren’t done, our time was cut short
All I ever longed for was you
Not just a few visits here and there
But the whole you, your heart and soul
Your hopes and dreams, your every day
That growing ache in my heart was my missing you
Always and still is
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
With beating heart and dragging feet this dark and soulful night
I stealthily tiptoe past her window hoping - not to see her light
But bathed in luminosity she sits there in full view
My hands go clammy yet again knowing not what to do
My very own neighbour stalking me totally blows my mind
Blatant betrayal of trust is not what I expected to find
This person I befriended and in all innocence confided
Her skewed level taken is so atrociously misguided
Why did it go so horribly wrong - maybe I'm to blame?
When did I notice that it had gone way beyond a game?
It was when she started slipping notes underneath my door
Saying she was worried senseless - and couldn’t sleep before
I got home safely - it was fine - and know that she would wait
She loved me and worried that I was coming home so late
This declaration of love albeit sweet makes my skin start to crawl
I should call security to have them a special alarm install
At the door of my porch once again I find a single stem red rose
Bringing perturbations and shallow breath as this agitation grows
A fleeting shred of courage for confrontation I do seek
But just the thought of facing her sends a knocking to my knees
One day it all comes tumbling down when my girlfriend breaks my heart
Waves of sorrow wash over me when I see my love depart
Love is such a fleeting thing and my soul weeps from deep within
Scandalous thoughts I do harbor - of granting my stalker in
Tie the wedding knot - make it taut - cater to our every whim
And into her arms some comfort seek - would it be such a sin?
~ Placed First in Contest~
Contest Entry for ‘STALKER’ -
Sponsored by Silent One -
17th November 2017
Music – ‘Stalker’ by Goldfinger
"A Púca is an Irish benign creature of Celtic folklore,
notably in Ireland, the West of Scotland, and Wales."
The Púca
His was not a large White Rabbit,
his was a gray Hare,
gray whisked with gray tufted ears.
We all need a Púca when we are lost children
and children can get lost at any age in a long life.
The Púca creature would comfort the child
when neglected or abused.
The giant grey Hare would hold him tight
in its warm untactile, yet strangely strong arms
until he cried all the pain out.
Sometimes the Púca appeared
as a fuzzy floppy pup,
but he was always ten sizes too big
for its chosen appearance.
His Púca had baby-blue eyes
and smelled
of rain-washed mushrooms.
When the boy was older
he confided in his parents
about his peculiar animal entity.
In no uncertain terms he was told,
that weird relationships
with fluffy paranormal creatures
were just a mental aberration.
Doubt entered his young mind
and with that doubt
his giant friend began to fade away.
Slowly he matured,
quickly his eyes grew blind to wonder.
Sadly he grew up to be
the same
as all we other everyday monsters.
~~~
How pretty this placid sea
appears to everyone's eyes
in the quietest morning,
not a single sail challenging
the surf of waves rambling;
do I hear a scream
of desperation arising
from the bluest depth?
How somber is to stare
at the deserted sea
that has lost its harmony;
the only noise is the shrill
of the hungry seagulls
swooping down and searching
for salmons and mackerels!
Who has ever confided
his secrets to a taciturn sea
willing to listen and keep them
in its deepest cave of dwelling corals?
Who has ever asked to reveal
them to an enamored, bright-eyed girl?
I dare not ask why all the sailing boats
went missing after the misty sunrise,
are they waiting for the fog to dissipate
and return to the battering shore
overlooked by the unceremonious lighthouse
with a solemn glare suspecting that all freshmen
who set out to catch lots of fish, are lost at sea?
I'll wait until dusk hoping to catch
the flamboyant return of every sailboat
in unchartered waters that have brought
either glory or defeat to each fisherman
fighting off the wild waves that predicted a squall.
During the liturgy, Guido the bearded priest,
lifts the golden chalice while the altar boys
ring the altar bell and repeat an Amen
that confirms the dire fate of the twenty
fishermen who had gone missing since sunrise.
The deserted sea has lost its harmony,
how loud was the joyful song of the fishermen
leaving their home at the first gleams
of the peaceful dawn giving them the fortitude
to earn their living with rough hands and be grateful.