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Cat’s eyes
Telling lies
You stand in the shadows,
to hear my cries.
You taunt me.
You laugh at me.
You hide behind windows,
and create my misery.
You ain’t no lady.
your intent is shady,
and all you want is to be adored.
You steal my money.
Then want some honey,
and bring me down when you get bored.
Now I get it,
when you say I’m like all the other boys.
But now you can forget it,
because here I stand,
for when you treat me like a toy
I will treat you like a man.
Two can play this game,
and now it is time for you to lose,
cuz now I’m neither boy nor a man.
Any sport to me is all the same,
go ahead and choose.
cuz now I’m a lady, neither boy nor man,
and now forever at your games you will lose.
by Martin Braun
2.11.2023
Hello America. I still have high and lofty hopes and dreams of you. Your ideals and principles of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are still highly favored and deeply intact. The vision of the founders sometimes seems under siege, but remains so vividly in place. Perhaps presently, their vision is even more real than the signers of 'the compact' on the Mayflower ever dreamed possible.
You, America, like the Mayflower, must keep your sails set and never give way to high winds and storms at sea. You, America, like our founders, must not be so naive as to think there would not be fights. Like them, you must forge ahead with all your might through multiplied fears in the darkness of seemingly innumerable nights.
Their losses were great both at sea and at the shore, but they fought through the fog of a million teardrops as brave ones who rose above their fears and continued to roar as lions and soar the heights like eagles.
Through the evils and greed that gave rise to Native American slaughters and African American slavery. Through more than 40 years of the silent cries of 60 million unborn babies. O great and beloved one, in spite of atrocities gone unheard and the pleas of rationality and reason unheeded, your entrenched goodness retains your greatness. O great and beloved one, your greatness often comes under attack but always bounces back. Your greatness is often taken for granted but remains on track. It's because your greatness lies not in your perfection, but in your noble pursuits in spite of your imperfections.
242 years; through battle scares and tempest-tossed; through bloody wars and constitutional crises, you live on to wave 'Old Glory". May your future be ever bright and shining forth the light. Happy birthday America. July 4, 1776-
06282017PSContest, Summer Soltice, Brain Strain
The high-pitched sound of steel on steel
screeches where the tracks meet the wheel.
The train station seems somewhat stark
as shifting shadows stalk the dark.
The train rumbles in, and she tries
to be brave, yet she softly cries.
Taking my hand in hers, she smiles
and says love can stretch many miles.
We found love while on vacation,
but will it last past this station?
She clings to me like morning dew,
and yet, there's nothing we can do.
The conductor calls out, "last call,"
as the Night dons a misty shawl.
And we rush a teary farewell,
as the train whistles, time's death knell.
I see her wave a sad goodbye
that breaks my heart and makes me cry.
And as the train increases speed,
I pray that God will intercede.
Barbie and Ken, Barbie and Ken,
They’ve been an item since Christ-knows-when.
He’s not Kenneth Connor, he’s not Kenneth Clarke
Just Ken in the daylight and Ken after dark.
Ken’s a rôle-model for American guys,
He spoons Freddy’s custard over apple pies;
His judgment’s keen ’cause he never took drugs
And when Barbie gets cold he’ll offer her hugs.
Ken don’t dance to rock-and-roll
He likes Motown, techno, soul,
Good with gadgets, quiet as a mouse
And ever so handy around the house.
Ken’s a smart bloke so he never gets drunk,
His eyesight’s keen on skis or bunk;
He’s devoted to Barbie, he’s neither rude nor messy
And he never slunk-out on a date with Tressy.
Politically he’s sat on the fence,
Right of Tim Farron but left of Mike Pence;
He’s not on Tinder and barred from Twitter,
Ken never hung-out with Gary Glitter.
Ken’s diplomatic and won’t cause friction,
He don’t use slang, has perfect diction;
Except on Sundays, he’s up-with-the-lark,
He ain’t a bit like Kenny in …. South Park.
Ken’s a loyal chap - always ready to smile,
He’ll drive their camper-van that extra mile;
He’s not Kenneth Williams, he’s not Ken Dodd,
He never raised hell, he was more of a Mod.
When Ken cries “brunch,” he’s never bluffin’,
He’ll pour maple syrup on your crispy muffin.
If you need more coffee he re-fills your cup
And if you nod-off, Ken’ll wake you up.
He signs autographs when he goes on-tour,
His voice ain’t deep like Kenneth Moore,
He’s not Kendal mint cake nor Kenneth Horne,
He’s just been “Ken” since the day he was born!
Barbie needs loving and Ken’s in her dreams,
He books the best seats, supports the right teams,
He still looks healthy, he never grows old -
When demand tails-off they’ll break the mould.
I was there for you through
thick and thin
Opened my arms up
to welcome you in
As if I could feel when
you was down and out
Dropped everything for
you without a doubt
Then to be played by you
without any thought
When you led me to believe
it was love you sought
As time went by yes it's
my fault I fell for you
Strung myself along thinking
that you was true
But you see boy this right
here is high class
Not down in the sewers
like your Donatello ass
Let me stop see everyone
knows that I'm not mean
The same woman I've always
told you i've been
In life we all have a
certain responsibility
Didn't think you playing me
was a possibility
As time went by yes it was
my fault I fell for you
Strung myself along thinking
that you was true
I'm the only one who
should be feeling shame
When it was all done and
said I have myself to blame
In the future I hope someone
hears when your soul cries
Like I did so long ago not
realizing it was only lies
Cruelest thing you did is
awaken my love inside
When your intention of
loving me was denied
To you I was a chapter and
to me you was a book
Guess you was never mine
still my heart you took
Shattered and broken is the
loudest quiet sound
I promise you'll look for me
in others but never be found
I was never one of those
damn demons you fight
You didn't look inside of me
to see gods divine light
Yes as time went by it was
my fault I fell for you
And it was I who strung
myself along thinking you true
Still pieces of my heart broken
has love for you so pure
Softly I cry wondering how
much more pain I can endure
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Gently flows the breezes
floating brisk upon the leaves.
Slip sliding through the air
as each begins to bare.
Hued colors come but seem so late
past the schedule on the calendar date.
Mid to end October cool
seasons often change the rules.
Summer occasionally dances on the edge
and autumn lingers on the hedge.
Fall burns remnants of summer heat
and winter waits for all to sleep.
Tempest winds begin to rise
from the sea and sky reprise.
Shadows fall dark and gliding to the ground
as life continues to abound.
Birds call out, happy, soulful cries
not wanting to give on or die.
They flit and fly from tree to tree
basking in the sun and shade of need.
On the wind gracefully they fly
tiny images in the sky.
Riders in the light of southern stars
autumn calls the loneliest time by far.
FICTIONAL EMOTIVE WRITE
Since I was a tiny baby I was brought up by my grandparents and had a very happy childhood. I knew that they were not my real parents but they gave me such love that I didn’t ask any questions for fear of upsetting them. Grandma’s eyes would mist over any time anyone mentioned my parents so I knew something bad had happened to them
Whispers in the hall
The child is too young to know
They passed so quickly
I left home at 20, married and moved to a small town about 50 miles from where I grew up. I was always in touch with my grandparents, but over time old age crept upon them and I recently cleared the family home when grandma passed away. I discovered yellowing newspaper cuttings, which told of how my parents had been killed in a horrific car crash, it also detailed their final resting place in the local cemetery.
Family secrets
Scrapbook of old photographs
My parents smiling
Dawn is breaking and dappled sunlight streams through the trees. A veil of grey swirling mist shrouds the cemetery. I pull my shawl closely around my shoulders and begin my search. Strands of ivy hang down from the towering yew trees, its dark green tendrils wrapped around the grey granite graves clinging so tightly as if it was trying to hold up the graves like a puppet on a string. The fallen gravestones remind me of decaying teeth with many gaps where stones had crumbled with age and neglect. I walk slowly, reading the names of those who now had eternal rest. Eventually I found their grave at plot 142, where a marble angel watches over them sleeping. I scrape off the thick lichen, which obscures their names. Tears fall and I hug the gravestone wishing I could embrace my parents for real.
I greet my parents
Stone cold grave gives me closure
Heartbroken child cries
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submitted to ''H'' Contest, New or Old Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Oh my children can't you see what you have done
When will you see the path you are on will destroy everyone
Have you closed your eyes to all around you
Do you not see that we will loose not only the past and present but the future too
The earth cries out to me with all the suffering and destruction you have done
I feel the pain and anguish and still the cries go on
The lakes and rivers and mountains weep at the loss
You say it's done in the name of progress but my children look at the cost
I beg you all to step back and change the path you are on
Save all of my children before all are gone
Walk on the ground I gave to all of you
Feel the scent, sound, and spirit of all living things around you
Change the course the world is headed for
Make a stand and make the suffering and destruction be no more
Like a loving mother I will always be here to help you
Look deep in your heart and know that all I say is true
Save all my children from the suffering and pain
Bring back harmony and peace to the world again
Form:
Is it possible nature is but a child?
Let me try to verify:
She loves to play with crayons…
have you seen the way she paints the sky?
She colors over everything…she never stays within the lines...
When she’s hungry her stomach grumbles…
In the wind sometimes she whines.
She laughs at all the little things…she gets tickled by the breeze…
Her attention changes quickly…from the flowers to the trees.
She often cries for no reason…she is changing every day
sometimes...she might smell bad...other times...like a bouquet.
She fills our days with sunshine…she’s a constant source of light
and just like any baby…she needs her sleep at night.
With nature, each day is an adventure…you never know what to expect
perhaps nature…
like a child…
is something we should try more to protect.
So, you want to know what it's like to be me?
You think you can feel what I feel, see what I see?
See the colour of life through my blackened eyes?
Live the broken dream, hear the silent cries?
So, you think you know what to say?
You think for me - you can light the way?
Let me be alone in my mind
Let me sing my song, let me stride my stride
Let me feel life as it is for me
I don't ask of you, so please don't ask of me
So, you want to know who I am?
I am life and death, I am rock and sand
I am everything you think of what you can see in me
But, don't get in my head
Cos' you won't like what you see