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We left New York City moving to a Mid West town
Where the sky was a pretty blue and a land of greening gown
Buildings painted white stood out against the scene
But a sensing of the untouched made my mind internally scream
I always got this feeling as we walked their streets of old
What could I be not be seeing, what have we not been told
When we stopped to say hello we felt that we were all alone
It's not what we seen in the brochure when we decided to move our home
As the weeks and months progressed our daughter became very withdrawn
Which is very out of character for she's normally as fresh as the dawn
Then the day arrived that would change our lives forever
She never came home the previous night, the worry of parental sever
As we awoke the following morning it appeared so different from other days
The skies were a strange shade of red no voices from children's play
No sounds of life could be heard, no insects or birds on the wing
When normally it's as vibrant as life, buzzing whilst others sing
We set off to look for our daughter shouting her name as we go
Walking through empty streets as our minds drift in worried grow
We hear some strange kind of chanting, it's from that white building ahead
Whilst above us the skies turn a redded grey, I feel a sensing dread
We reach this building of white past the river turned red by the sky
Peering through the window I'm now in parental cry
For standing by the alter is my daughter in demonic stare
Around her are hoards of locusts, whilst down her body a snake she wears
Strange chanting's resonate with echo as the congregation screams in wild display
What events are unfolding in front of us it should be a normal summers day
As they turn and look towards the window so many eyes stare through the pane
We become suffocated by their hoards, it appears the locusts reign
Somehow we escaped this horror from that white building beside the river
Every time I look into my thoughts it's leaves me in a cold cold shiver
The same brochure appeared for years alluring families to this Mid West town
Who would move where no children play, in it's silence you could easily drown
Written 11/13/2010 5:50:00 PM and posted again 9/5/2014 5:45:00 PM
Have you ever noticed when people help each other out
when they show compassion…when they show they care
when they do something nice for one another
there’s a kind of magic in the air.
Faced with the coronavirus…a virus the world can no longer ignore
the restaurant next to our bookstore decided to close its doors.
I was behind the counter in the bookstore
There was only a young mother and her daughter in the children’s nook
where they sat on the floor together…quietly reading books.
While they were keeping busy reading and I was at the counter…occupied
the owner of the restaurant that was closing …happened to walk inside.
“We are closed.” she said to me with, I must say, the most cheerful attitude
Then asked, since they could no longer use it…if I would want some food.
She quickly returned with three bags of food
I thanked her and thought…I really can't believe it…
she seemed as happy to give me her food…as I was to receive it.
I set the bags behind the counter as the young mother and daughter left the nook
then came up to the counter to purchase their new books.
As they stood in front of me…I guess I got caught up in the mood…
I told them about the restaurant and asked if they could use some food.
As it turned out they were adopting a baby that very day…
and had just driven in from Tennessee
They noticed our bookstore on their way to buy food for the kitchen of their B and B.
Let me save you a trip, I said handing her the 3 bags of food
“Thank you.” she said. “this is wonderful…I really can’t believe it.”
I smiled…as happy to give her the food…
as she was to receive it…
With the virus wreaking havoc…on every person…everywhere.
It’s nice to know we can still find moments…
when there is magic in the air.
When I was younger I was always the smallest child in my class. While every other kid was peaking at five feet tall in the 7th & 8th grades, I was barely hitting the four foot mark. Although I was small, I was feared by many of the students in my grade. A lot of the kids knew me as a tough guy because of my wrestling skills and because I loved to fight and I loved to box. I had gotten into many fights in my early years, but for good reason. You see, I never started a fight just for the sake of fighting, that wasn't my style. Believe it or not, I must have beat the hell out of fifteen or twenty kids in my school years. The kids that I fought all deserved to get their butts kicked. The kids I beat up were the bullies who picked on the weaker students, the helpless innocent kids that were being picked on for no reason at all. When I saw someone getting beat up by bullies, well that just drove me nuts and I went on a tear. It was well worthy of a 3-day suspension for me, the satisfaction of knowing that those bullies would think twice the next time they wanted to pick on someone was most rewarding to me. So, all this being said, I decided to tell this story because of something I just read from a fellow poetess about a boy who was bullied by some teens and shortly after had passed away from his injuries. So this dear child, I say to you "Angels danced the day you were born, and they wept when they welcomed you home"
tragic senseless shame
bullying teens are the blame
this is not a game
Thank you Jeanne McGee for sharing your sad and heartfelt story
of that poor child who was bullied and died.
Jeanne's poem "In Memory" encouraged me to write this.
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9-1-2019
Sleeping beauty slept for a long time
A hundred years in all and woke up fine
Who’d not with a kiss
From the luscious lips
Of a prince who looked simply divine.
She wondered why everything had changed
All cherished things had been rearranged
Ladies wore strange dresses
Had re-styled tresses
It wasn’t the home she’d known on the range.
* * *
Cinderella’s sisters were both green eyed
Cindy’s a beauty, it can’t be denied
They wished that she was gone
So their hearts would be won
No chance, as they’d both make an ugly bride.
When the prince came by bearing a glass shoe
The sisters thought he’d choose one of the two
But what a big shock
The both of them got
Cinder’s foot fitted and they cried boo-hoo.
* * *
Contrary Mary grew flowers galore
They made her sneeze lots, and her nose sore
Every ah-tissue
Became an issue
When the family couldn’t sleep, for her snore.
They decided to get themselves ear plugs
It didn’t work, as they had no such luck
She grunted and groaned
And loudly she moaned
So they gave up, and slept out in their truck.
* * *
Peppa pig had a taste for liquorice
Ate it all day long, until he felt sick
It ruined his teeth
Till he couldn’t eat
Poor Peppa pig went as thin as a stick.
He went along to see the pig dentist
Who said his teeth had to be cemented
It took all day long
To right the pig’s wrong
No more liquorice, dentist commented.
* * *
When Humpty Dumpty got himself a fix
He promised not to get up to his tricks
Not sit on a wall
Never have a fall
And to always walk with a pair of sticks.
That did not work as the sticks took a slip
Had another big fall and broke a hip
He got patched up fine
Then joined a dance line
And poor old Humpty ended up in bits.
* * *
Some wanted to be tigers. The angels talked a few out of it,
Two were led away, because they had a ridiculously silly hissy fit.
Six were given tiger-status, and sent to an Indian village.
I hoped they would be safe if guerillas came to plunder and pillage.
My best friend chose lion, and was soon waving a hearty, healthy good bye
From the Kenya-bound transporter, traveling south west in the night sky.
Not extremely hopeful, I flipped through the reincarnation cards selected for me,
I could be a rooster, a mushroom, an eagle, a snake, or a hickory tree.
Mazie, my spirit guide, was at the end of her rope. She said that is enough.
She got rather nasty, her wings looked matted and her speech was mean and gruff.
A changeling? I asked her in a hopeful little teasing way, my voice pretty level.
Praying she would not throw me in the fire slide that led to that crafty devil.
A changeling can reincarnate in one form, but can change earth bodies as needed.
A changeling can shape-shift, without sage, opium or thyme newly-seeded.
A changeling does not get bored with the same body every single earth day.
A changeling makes his own rules, and can fly or swim good-heartedly away.
I was an oak tree for ten years, spying on the neighbors from my seat way up high.
Then I decided to become their puppy, with one loud happy transmogrify.
I was going to be an owl next, but I forgot one important rule in heaven.
A puppy, no matter what breed, or how happy, rarely lives past the earth age of seven.
So here I am, figuring it out all over again. Next time as a porpoise, I will be needing a fin.
Resolute opinionated Little Miss Gertie is barely thirty
But as set in her ways as a scorched shirt burned dirty.
We used to try to get her to loosen up a tiny bit.
But she has no humor or pliability, and she can be a snit.
So we decided to leave her alone and lo and behold.
She met a male stranger, all blustery, opinionated and bold.
He was almost the same age, a resolute bachelor, quite old.
They became an item and got married, but neither would fold.
The wedding was short-lived, for neither would give an inch.
She was angry that when putting on the garter she got a pinch.
She pouted the entire wedding night and strangled his finch.
Their marriage did not have a chance; which we knew was a cinch.
Must explain my reason for grinning
It's not what you might think
Got a cramp down in my nether region
Maybe too many beans methinks
It's easy for people to think I'm just happy
Coz I am the majority of the time
The look on my face can be very similar
This time it emanates from behind
Think I just need to let a boomer go
One that could shatter tall buildings
I hesitate to let the damn thing fly
For fear it would loosen people's filling
Guess I'll just have to suffer in silence
Till I reach a McDonald's restroom
If I make it, I hope they build 'em strong
Down with my drawers then kaboom!
The shattered remains can still be seen
They decided to make the site a memorial
Seventeen people have lost their eyesight
Six swore off Big Macs overall
Now I've divulged my reason for grinning
It's not that I'm happy, you see
The real reason is internal combustion
Not allowing my wind to blow free!
I wanna seek the entire universe for a Vimana Machine
One with a shiny Tesla Coil that shimmers and gleams
I'd jump to a variety of dates in my distant past
To save a handful of important people - faster than the Flash
I'd have to give up something - so sentimental to me
But I'd give up ANYTHING to be able to see them breathe
Everyone who's ever crossed my path has left - or is dead
And everyone I love that's gone, cannot fix this empty dread
I'll never again be the same - they were all pieces of me
If you try and debate why they SHOULD be dead - I won't agree
I don't care who I'd lose along the way to saving them
I don't care - as long as they're alive and breathing again
So much they've impacted - on my entire life
Taking away - but also causing my pain and strife
Everyone in your life - even family - is terribly temporary
But when everyone you've ever loved is dead - it gets scary
Anything of myself was in them - and now they're gone
And when they decided to kill themselves - I was taken along
I was cursed to be here - organizing the pieces left of them
The grieving process never started - and now will never begin
My lost pieces were obliterated with them when they died
I've given all my pieces to them so I have emptiness inside
So as of now this is all but just a silly dream -
Trying to seek the entire universe for a flying Vimana Machine
And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.
Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.
With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to untouched places by men.
Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...
Hattie L. Rogers
1844 – 1917
The playing cards of life are a stacked deck.
As soon as you begin to breathe
You begin to die and disintegrate.
All of the winners in life
Eventually end up the losers.
You enter this Big House with nothing.
Nothing but a cracked soul, a cursed heart
And that stacked deck of crooked playing cards.
Your destiny, my friends, lies in the dust.
So I figured early on, like King Solomon,
That there is no use; it is all futile and hopeless at best.
When I came to this sad realization
About life on this staggering planet,
I decided the only worthwhile meaning in living
Is in finding true happiness,
Even in the midst of hopeless despair.
Even in the midst of this mocking gaping graveyard
That lusts for flesh and blood
Like Odysseus’ giant with the one eye
Like a carnivorous Scylla, hiding high up in its dark perch,
Up there in the insidious shadows,
Awaiting another human meal at noontide.
So, what happiness did I find in my 73 years?
Years that seemed to fly by like a hummingbird in April.
I found ineffable joy
In the phenomenal nativity of my twin boys.
Found indescribable ecstasy
In the tender embrace of my loving husband,
Found incomparable elation
In the survival of my children and grandchildren.
Living descendants, you are always welcome to loiter at my grave.
Bring a pack of cards though.
I am always up for a new ante.