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I married in 1962 the biggest mistake of my entire life the marriage ended in 1973 I was now free to be me and never married again. But I have had my share of girlfriends and love affairs throughout the years but liked my bachelorhood too much to ever marry a next ex. I developed a thriving business out of my garage in 1983 creating a product no one ever thought could ever be made in the flooring industry. If you like check it out by going to google and put into the search engine Sealflex Ind. Inc. all the information is still there. The business lasted for 26 years with my corporate office in Costa Mesa, Ca. and manufacturing plant in Dallas, Texas along with a dozen employees. The business lasted for 26 years until the downturn of 2008 when so many businesses in the construction industry went south, stuff happens.
I had to move to Northern Calif. where the cost of living was better for me without hardly any income to speak of. When you’re busted, broke and down and out and feeling depressed you must find your way all over again never giving up. I used to live in Huntington Harbor, Ca. in the ocean harbor I had a wonderful boat with all the trimmings life was so good back then now that great life is just a memory for me. When your business is lost, no income you must do what you must do in order to survive and stay alive. Never in a million years did I ever think I would ever write a book let alone 12 eBooks that are published on Amazon Kindle and my website www.enjoyanebook.com all science fiction and ghost stories I started writing books in 2009 using my pen name of Darren James. I have also written 3 complete books of over 350 pages each they are also science fiction soon to be published by a major book publishing house. Although I have been writing my poetry since 1976 with well over 1,500 poems published and a number of my poems in hard back books over the years.
Life is good but oh so short, so many things on my bucket list I intend to accomplish sooner rather than later. I love to travel and have enjoyed going to Thailand three times so far and want to return, possibly living their three months of the year.
This is my story so far with many other adventures to accomplish.
Dennis Davis.
IN A NOWHERE LAND
I feel like a crazy, mad woman,
chafed and losing my patience.
Feeling so bad, ready to explode
or needing desperately to explore
and get lost to point of no return
or to find a nowhere land.
The nowhere land that is hard to find.
The land where there is humanity
with humaneness, benevolence.
And there is togetherness and unity.
I want to be a nowhere woman,
in a mystical or nowhere land,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a gypsy, a rolling stone, a vagabond,
where I don’t have to witness the divide,
and the selfishness of humankind.
When is this troubled time going to end?
This point of time full of unrest, discontent.
Ongoing protests on multiple causes,
opportunists trashing businesses,
looting, stealing, damaging properties,
the law enforcements’ brutality
and now the deployments of federal
forces to deal with ongoing protests.
There is also ongoing uncertainty.
The contagion with it’s sweeping upturn
with no sign of slowing down or downturn.
Everything around is so out of control
with unmasked people walking around,
group gatherings and no respect of others.
Life just goes on with no direction,
it appears fuzzy with no explanation.
You cannot even go down the bend
without feeling exposed or guarded.
Days, months passed by and gone,
like they were snatched, taken or stolen
without a trace, like we are in a trance.
Life goes on; but missing any substance
like no importance to remember or embrace.
No color, without depth, meaningless.
I yearn for all the things I used to do,
I long for my freedom to just go,
I miss the friends I used to see regularly,
I’m longing for the fire and feeling zesty
that dancing with gusto brings me.
I miss the poetry readings that move me.
I want to be a nowhere woman
in a mystical or nowhere land,
a land free of the chaos going on,
a land untouched by the contagion,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a nomadic, free-spirited woman,
safe and at peace.
8/31/20 Completely Your Choice Brian Strand
any form any theme
judged on 9/1/20, received N/A
9/28/20 N-A Re-Run 11 Poetry Contest John Hamilton
12)Coddle- Two fish enrapt in love.
13)Mustard- A diarrhea victim who can wait no longer.
14)Jam Session- A gathering of sweet-toothed weirdos with various jams and
jellies.
15)Coffee Table- An occasional table made of stale and hard coffee beans.
16)Condom- A very stupid prisoner.
17)Confederate- An inmate who nourishes his cellmate with food he sneaks
from the mess hall.
18)Condiment- A mint left on the pillow of Condolezza Rice's hotel room bed.
19)Metaphor- The reason you met her.
20)Meteor Shower- Cleaning meteors in your shower.
21)Osmosis- A female relative of the Osmond Brothers.
22)Gradute- A successfully educated studend ingested by a cannibal.
23)Grab Bag- A purse snatcher's job.
24)Wind Instrument- A guitar lifted and tossed in a hurricane.
25)Destitute- A broke prostitute.
26)Easygoing- Being tied in a wheelchair and pushed down the steepest street
in San Francisco.
27)Castrated- Judging who belongs in what pecking order in the movie cast.
28)Animosity- Dislike of mice.
29)Barn Dance- A group of barns dancing in a hurricane.
30)Carpeting- Gently stroking an automobile you love.
31)Chirk- A Cherokee idiot.
32)Coddle- Embracing your fish prior to frying.
33)Extraterrestials- Coming from another planet, or from Camden, New Jersey.
34)Hail Mary- A religious woman bombarded in a hail storm.
35)Hair Dresser- The absurd practice of putting dresses on one's head.
36)Homely- When poor ugly Lee is home.
37)Antacid- A psychological hallucinogenic drug favoered by hippy garden
insects.
38)Moron- An overdressed person of limited intelligence with far too much
cologne on.
39)Precession- The last days leading up to an economic downturn.
40)Martial Arts- Paintings done by Western town Sheriffs.
41)Spouse- A married rodent.
42)Consort- Dividing criminals by crime categories.
43)Debaunchery- When de bunch of us Brooklyn guys goes out on de town.
44)Drag Queen- When us guys from Brooklyn beat up and haul around
somebuddy from Queens.
45)Dragoon- Da dumb guy from Queens dat we got above.
Meg often told Josh
to try to be less reckless
but Josh had panache
when dealing with dangerous
too often being feckless
since days of sixth grade
their hands often intertwined
Meg and Josh displayed
how their main wants were aligned
though to harm Josh was purblind
Meg off to college
while Josh acquired war knowledge
strife without stoppage
where fears must be acknowledged
sympathy soon abolished
is no safe return
for what's lost along the way
only time to burn
no matter what others say
may come no brighter new day
when Twin Towers fell
Josh had rushed off to enlist
Meg's life went to hell
Josh’s words now like a hard fist
boy she'd known didn't exist
the world keeps turning
no matter how hard we pray
or strength of yearning
for that which was yesterday
tomorrow can be stone gray
forward observer
to Afghanistan he's sent
his own preserver
living in wind torn pup tent
letters described his descent
first months Meg worried
next mission Josh would be dead
their future buried
Josh's letters fill her with dread
terror lies in what's now read
tis time which smolders
forever change is churning
both growing older
with each thing Meg is learning
worry won't stop time burning
hold tight to your soul
into the void it may go
longing digs deep holes
upsetting the status quo
mixing up who's friend and foe
tick-tock does not stop
until tense mainsprings unwind
now their ball shall drop
just before ties will them bind
leaving little peace of mind
what scares Meg most
not if Josh is still alive
with return now close
Meg's uncertain she'll survive
what's become a nosedive
measuring last breathes
some things become worse than death
stolen by time's thieves
what we still want to believe
before we can start to grieve
dreading Josh's return
Meg would now prefer to hide
only time to burn
their fate's unwilling new bride
now caught on the same strange ride
only time to burn
while human emotions churn
withal yet we yearn
our ought-to-bes make downturns
changes cannot be returned
Park bench encounter
Old man staring;
Faraway look
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Financial district
Business downturn;
By this fringe
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Stormy evening
Rain flows like oil;
Lightning dazzles
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Lift landing
Blank faces congregate;
Alone together
~~~~~~~~~
Wind on my face
Rushing home;
Rain water wets
~~~~~~~~~
Somnolent interlude
Cricket musical;
Deep dark night
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
Bougainvilleas wither;
Floral carpet
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Pre-war terrace house
Old time architecture;
Four bougainvillea pots
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Bus stop crowd
Two others plus me;
A long wait
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese barbecue pit
Chinese roast meat shop;
Long customer queue
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Unique antiques
Old proprietor smiles;
Curious shop sign
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Fashion parade
Glamour girls waltz;
Runway postures
~~~~~~~~~
Beer and buzz
Evening outing;
Boozy conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Parkway passage
Playground gossip;
Maids chatter
~~~~~~~~~
Hymn of morning
Birdsong choral;
Lost in translation
~~~~~~~~~
Huge ancient tree
Witness to change;
Silent sentinel
~~~~~~~~~
Humid overtures
Sun without wind;
Temperature runs riot
~~~~~~~~~
Chit-chat moment
Old lady neighbour;
Market trip
~~~~~~~~~
Weary legs struggle
Heavy load in tow;
Footsteps homeward
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2016
Singapore
She whispered in my ear of neon lights,
my mother,celebrated actress,
waning star in sick bay,
zany bird nest hairstyle on display,
lock and tress erect,
skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor,
mothball end play flutter from the wings.
I, devoted sibling, reluctant hospital visitor,
now bearing doleful witness,
to the voice that once enthralled a thousand hearts,
with oral feats and seismic tone-shifts,
like someone trying to catch a friend’s attention on an outbound train,
now tragic downturn ache.
Apple walnut salad only deli window fodder in her eyes,
Dijon mustard sachet cast aside as if unwanted email spam,
get well cards cut paper dragon trails.
Nightingales of tender years and warmth who nurse in rosters,
slowly spread those deathly forms right underneath an icon’s split chin rash.
Whiff of starchy clerk and file procedure hovers over gridlock wards,
private health insurance an albatross of waiver in that very human passing out parade.
Yet here I am, son and heir, entr’acte curator of maternal legend’s skyward exit,
tummy rumble moment where impromptu has the edge on solemn plot,
as one walks on stage hoping not to freeze.
The one true screen test all
must face dear mum would say,
before our sip from life’s rich cup becomes a stain upon the twilight bow of curtains.
Rain washing wet
Exit humid heat;
Bamboo pines sway
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Weary estate
Rustic and ancient;
Old people pace
~~~~~~~~~
Orchid stalks
Crystal flower vase;
Beauty adorns
~~~~~~~~~
Class reunion
Familiar faces;
Change intervenes
~~~~~~~~~
Old-time movie
Once upon then;
Romantic poise
~~~~~~~~~
Property market
Doldrums percolate;
Prices go south
~~~~~~~~~
Precious moments
Fragrance lingers;
Touchy feelings
~~~~~~~~~
Red light district
Pretty birds ply;
Ancient occupations
~~~~~~~~~
Evening descends
Abruptly dark;
Distant lights hurl
~~~~~~~~~
Fleeting surge
Momentum flips;
Emergent thoughts
~~~~~~~~~
By the wayside
Weathered old man;
Limping bravely
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku blossoms
Plain fragment;
Frozen experience
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
Passers-by stream;
Distant dream calls
~~~~~~~~~
Economic downturn
Job loss escalates;
Grizzly bear bites
~~~~~~~~~
Stray staccato
Morning birdsong;
Balcony solo
~~~~~~~~~
Seek then the way
Live well each day;
Be one with bliss
~~~~~~~~~
Cruise to nowhere
Sea breeze salty;
Modern distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2016
Singapore
For the Contest: Abandon
Sponsor: Constance La France
Written 20.05.2025
To live with abandon is to spend your soul as if the tab will never come, but it always does – by unknown
When abandon runs dry
He spent money with merry abandon,
Like laughter thrown into the wind.
Tossed akin to confetti in events of fleeting joy.
He kept no tabs, no ledger,
there was no tomorrow.
He moved through life
as a flame burns through paper.
Notes flew from his hands,
the way birds scatter startled by gunshots.
There was no guilt in his pockets.
He opened the tap and shouted the bar.
People called him legend and slapped his back,
till the wind changed and downturn came.
Then the centre of gravity shifted,
the barstools cooled,
the phones stilled,
silence frosted all the beer steins.
He found himself orbiting absence
nobody patted his shoulder,
nobody flipped a coin in his cup,
He had poured himself into the room,
and when the keg ran dry,
all the lychees vanished…
they all abandoned him.
He doesn’t speak of it now,
just nods and smiles with that tired kindness
you only learn after the last music notes.
Love you Joe
Not party, but character defines a president
popularity fades quickly
achievements reign longer
Presidents Eisenhower to Reagan
succession of seven World War II veterans
George H.W. Bush the last
Men of service earned respect
brought dignity to the office
true leaders
Family man without scandal
even-tempered fisherman
like Apostles Peter, Andrew, James and John
Clean Air Act
Americans with Disabilities Act
Bush saw as his greatest accomplishments
Approval rating of 91 percent
after winning Desert Storm
admiration proved fleeting
Americans “read his lips”
felt betrayed when taxes were raised
president side-swiped by economic downturn
From Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar,”
“The evil that men do lives on;
the good is oft interred with their bones
so let it be with Caesar…”
so not let it be with George H.W. Bush
remember him kindly
as I always will
*Not for a contest
It will be remember by folks like you and me,
as one of the most dismal failures in history.
It was created as a new division of the Ford Company.
This car became a disaster within the auto industry.
The years of production would amount to less than three.
Following successful sales of the Ford Thunderbird,
a luxury mid-sized car was the latest word.
It was named in honor of Henry Ford’s late son.
In the fall of 1957, manufacturing had begun.
Among the four models introduced was the Pacer.
The three other types were the Citation, Corsair, and Ranger.
They came as two and four-door hardtops, convertible, and wagon.
Disappointing sales would lead to Ford Motor’s chagrin.
More than one factor existed why the division would fail.
Changes and innovations appeared, but to no avail.
Many noted the downturn in the economy.
Others blamed it on poor marketing strategy.
The last of the Edsels rolled off the assembly line,
in late November of 1959.
Perhaps a valuable lesson in the fiasco was learned,
as a big chunk of the American auto industry was burned.