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We were excited by our recent inheritance and decided to move
We packed up and drove to our new home, some family disapproved
We were thrilled, the old Victorian home was everything we wanted
Ignoring the rumors, not wanting to believe the place is haunted
It was magnificent, three stories with five bedrooms and a garage
Painted in blues, yellows and reds, like a detailed colorful collage
Decorative spindles, rounded arched windows and a widow’s walk
Rumors of a woman seen up there was most of the town talk
It was windy our first night and we thought we heard faint crying
We couldn’t sleep as we talked about stories of our great Aunt dying
Rumored she was found upstairs in the widow’s walk sitting in a chair
Waiting for her husband to return from sea, with a frozen look of despair
We still have the telegram reporting our Uncle was lost out to sea
Rumored she knew and died of a broken heart but how could that be?
As the winds died down the cries became louder with footsteps pacing
We were now both excited and frightened, our hearts were racing
A few weeks passed and no more noise, the house was calm and quiet
We went out to eat at the infamous town diner, couldn’t wait to try it
After our lovely meal it was dark, and the winds were blowing
We drove up our driveway and saw the widow’s walk was glowing
We saw her, dressed in lace, standing near the window toward the sea
Lightning struck the widow’s walk, the room now black as could be
We decided to go up and check the widow’s walk that frightful night
Empty until we spotted a piece of white lace on the floor that stormy night
10/31/21
Contest:" S" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)
This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.
The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.
He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.
Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.
He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.
His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.
He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.
Written February, 27th, 2014 For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"
Sunday afternoon my grandmother decided to take me down with her to the memory lane.
She seemed excited like a child traveling first time on an aeroplane.
"Those were the days,
when everything was fresh and pure,
these artificial appetizers I can no longer endure."
My grandmother is seventy three,
talking about her childhood filled her with glee.
Then she told me they were five siblings,
the elders decided to not send the girls to school because what they will do by learning the table of two.
"This was the norm my dear,"
she tried to explain,
I disapproved and showed my disdain.
I know how much she loved studying .
If only she had got a chance.
Her happy memories made me go into a state of trance.
She spoke about her aunt who lost her husband when she was sixteen,
she was forced to wear white and if there was an auspicious event in the house she was never to be seen.
She spoke about all of this without any emotions,
while her talks ignited inside me an explosion.
How could I think those days were good,
when women were dependent on men for basic needs like food.
God forbid if your husband died,
you were a liability who always complied.
My grandmother told me about this one woman,
whose husband left her and her three kids to fend for themselves.
It was god's decision my grandmother told,
my thoughts I could no longer hold.
Grandma,
"It was never god's decision for those kids to have such a miserable life or that woman to strive hard to survive.
It was the decision of the society as a whole,
to cripple every women and break their soul.
No education,no hobbies only bearing kids was their duty,
if your husband is nice good luck or the biggest curse of your life will be your own beauty."
"God never told that widows were supposed to stay inside,
or to shave their head and to never walk outside at night."
She smiled at me and told me I was right,
she was glad that today girls are given opportunities and that my future looks bright.
Her talks made me rethink,
were the good old days really so good?
The time when women were denied basic rights,
women who waited and waited but were never rescued by the proverbial knight.
Date:19/10/21
Contest: Difference in Opinion poetry contest
Sponsor : Shreya LN
Friendships may thrive and blossom in spite of disagreements. A difference of opinions need not destroy friendships.
A friend of mine had gotten married a few years prior. That marriage ended rather quickly after much disfunction.
He began another relationship that lasted until he became Sexually unfaithful to her. She immediately let him go. Shortly
Thereafter, we began discussing his past and future with women, And charting a way forward. To my surprise, he soon started dating
Another young lady. At this point, we had strikingly different opinions about His new girl friend. I thought that it was too soon which greatly contrasted
With his feelings about the matter. My opinion had nothing to do with the girl, Whom I knew, but everything to do with his refusal to come to gripes with his
Lack of maturity. In very short order, he informed me that the two of them Were planning to get Married. I informed him face to face that I disapproved
Of the marriage purely on matters of Principle. We agreed to disagree, and They went forward with their wedding plans. As they made their plans, he
Asked if I would attend their wedding, and I said, "Absolutely. I do not Approve, but I am still your friend". Later on, he asked if I would participate
In his wedding, whereupon my response was, "Absolutely not". I loved him And his future wife, but I made it clear that I diabolically opposed their
Marriage and would not lend a hand in any way that signaled that I approved of their marriage. Their marriage went forward; but so has our friendship.
093021PSCtest, Difference In Opinion Poetry, Shreya LN
“In my empty heart – only memories” by poet
Today our mother had his bed removed
and took posters down – even things he’d drawn
depicting stuff of which she’d disapproved.
Those posters that revealed his heart – all gone!
She took his dresser out, and all his clothes
she folded up to donate to Good Will.
His nice suits in the closet – even those -
as well as knick-knacks on the window sill!
I understand the pain she’s going through.
What good is there in taking all away?
The rest of our family's grieving too.
I press to my face a saved shirt of grey.
It was his favorite. In his empty room,
my tears release. I’m standing in a tomb.
We did not worship at the shrine of tears;
we knew not to believe, not to confess.
And so, ahemming victors, to false cheers,
we wrote off love, we gave a stern address
to things that we disapproved of, things of yore.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
We did not build stone monuments to stand
six hundred years and grow more strong and arch
like bridges from the people to the Land
beyond their reach. Instead, we played a march,
pale Neros, sparking flames from door to door.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
We could not pipe of cheer, or even woe.
We played a minor air of Ire (in E).
The sheep chose to ignore us, even though,
long destitute, we plied our songs for free.
We wrote, rewrote and warbled one same score.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
At last outlandish wailing, we confess,
ensued, because no listeners were left.
We built a shrine to tears: our goddess less
divine than man, and, like us, long bereft.
We stooped to love too late, too Learned to whore.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
Extra committed; yet excommunicated. Highly dedicated; yet not facilitated.
Denied, despised, and dismissed. Though devoted; yet demoted.
Disappointed and disrespected. Devalued and disapproved.
We feel the strong and mighty winds gusting across the coastal waters
of our subdued and gentle spirit. We see tornado winds rushing
down into the deepest portals of our bewildered soul, uprooting
our lives and leaving us in the cold. We are listening to those drum beats
of darkness and death, resounding ever so loudly to grind us into the ground.
Even though we may be wearing thin, we gain courage from our God and our
friends and continue on until the end. Yes, it's hard to drink that bitter cup.
But let us not give in, out, or up. Just carry on; we are not alone. Stay in the
race and keep a smiling face. Inhale, exhale, but do not depart or exodus.
Keep connected to the God we trust. Continue believing and being kind.
And remember well, that sometimes, troubling times is a must for all of us.
05112017FBPHPSContest, Best Rhyming, John Hamilton; NA
From the outside it might look like my life has improved,
But in spite of how I like to be viewed,
I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months.
Just gotta chew on my words like food.
On the Southside of the city view,
The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves,
The night stopped by and gave me an eye.
Like my mother,
Tonight disapproved.
Tomorrow too,
Or at least I’ll assume.
For all the loud fights with myself,
I still feel awfully removed,
Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse.
Take me as a bite,
Chew on my words for a while,
Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full.
Taste the bile,
Brew on the thoughts for a while,
Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue.
The push,
And the pull.
They sought for a muscular presidency,
Breeding discontent for voters to mandate.
With a base that remained barely popular,
While most disapproved by division and hate.
The voice they found, twice, became a president,
Though he likely saw himself as a king.
As he angrily shook institutional foundations,
Silencing critics, or anything else that would sting.
Most of us, looking back will often wonder,
As to how this came to be our current state.
Since there were plenty of warning signs posted,
So I guess we can only blame ourselves of this fate.
This has resulted in one man gaining power,
More than any other has ever known in the past.
While also reducing many controls to balance,
So this consolidation would extend and Everlast.
Now we are witnessing more and more of this chaos,
As Trump and the MAGA minions continue the unrest.
Where they attack in so many different directions,
Both saints and sinners are worried of this quest.
Yet during all of this carnage and damage,
We see our voices muted, and opinions unheard.
To the point where we have now witnessed, a
President, when questioned, just casually flipping the bird.
In summary, it's impossible to list all of the instances,
When the MAGAteers have fallen from grace.
One can only hope that the people open their eyes,
To vote their conscience, and elect new leaders to replace.
The First Paradise
We humans are related to the dolphins
not so smooth, that's why we stayed near
sea was shallow
Fruit trees grew near the shoreline and
often apples fell into the sea, which was
as a blessing, and we walked ashore
On dry land, we become aware of our nakedness
and hastily covered our bodies in palm leaves
Flirting and lifting palm leaves became a sport
disapproved of by the adults
In the apple trees lived snakes; if a woman was
bitten, she convulsed, and if not given
satisfaction becomes what we know as Karen
When children asked where we came from
adults told us we came from Mars
Now, scientists tell us they have found dry
river beds on Mars. I say no more