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Toledo Flats(A Fictional Work of Uneasy Decay)

Here in Toledo
                                                        I live in a Flat
                                                      Infested with rats
                                                      who keep crawling up my back
                                                       My toilet needs a plunge
                                                      From the crap that I keep
                                                     It is starting to smell 
                                                     My nose can't even sleep
                                                    the  Stew on the stove is a week old
                                                   Milk of Magnesia is my poison or so I've been told
                                                    The landlord wants the rent
                                                    But the money has been spent
                                                    on fixing my cot that continues to rot
                                                    Sick and feeble I keep using the needle
                                                    Ants are nice to eat but so is that beetle
                                                    John is a friend who likes to drop down his draw
                                                    But his waist is a bulge,that much the ladies all saw
                                                    Sad times are here as I throw up my beer
                                                    My tv set crashed so the eye sheds a tear
                                                    It is never boring in Toledo Heights
                                      Where the man is unashamed to display his unsightly tights
                                                  Streets to get mugged on,Avenues to booze
                                              I like this wacky environment, it's the only life I choose*
                                              


*Please don't be offended by this poem.It is purely fiction and is not applicable to 
the city,the people or their environment
© Bart Jonas  Create an image from this poem.
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Gun Violence

Gun Violence 
(Verse1)
Everyday somewhere 
Someone life is not spared 
No longer sitting in silence 
Let's talk about gun Violence
Everyday a detective is on their way 
To visit a family 
To tell them horrible news 
Family feeling lost and confused 
How can you take something you didn't give 
How could your heart be like this unreal 
That you feel you have to kill 
That you feel you got to take 
Why is this world so full of hate
Hear me lord , hear me cry 
I'm crying out for a world 
No longer safe , how did we get to this place 

Chorus 
Lord what's happening 
What's going on 
Why is the world ,so full of hatred 
And we don't t in silence 
Lord help stop the gun Violence 

Verse 2 
Guns were meant to protect 
When we go to war 
Now people are going to far 
Having drive bys
Mass shootings 
What is the world polluting 
No longer caring 
With a life 
No longer sparing 
Take the gun off safety 
And they just spraying
It's so sad 
That killing has become the new norm
No longer fun , just harm 
I'm so hurt you don't understand
You see this was never able the part of Gods plan 
Simple things cost your life
Like you are a sacrifice 
What are we doing 
We out here loosing 
Families crying 
Love ones keep dying 
What do we do 
Let our voices be the truth 
Drop down to out knees and pray 
That the lord hear me 
Hear me in this world 
We are in desperate need 
Of his holy spirit 
To succeed
We have to realize the truth 
Without God on our side there's no use 

Chorus 
Lord what's happening 
What's going on 
Why is the world ,so full of hatred 
And we don't t in silence 
Lord help stop the gun Violence

Bridge:
Moms and Dads , sisters and brothers , should not have to bury each other
No matter who they are even a friend 
Gun Violence should not be the way their life end 
My heart go out to everyone who this hits close to home 
I am here for you , you are not alone 
(Repeat 1x)


Chorus 
Lord what's happening 
What's going on 
Why is the world ,so full of hatred 
And we don't t in silence 
Lord help stop the gun Violence

Written by: Concetta Hardnett
08/14/2021

Is It You

I sit here and watch you grow old, and half of the story has not be told, your rosy cheeks has reduced to bones and the sharpness in your speech is falling to the ground; the strength in your voice is shaking the earth and your courage have chased the enemy through the gate and I have got to see you before it is too late.

Where is the luster in your face, where is the walk that was filled with grace? and the smile that used to light up the sky has grown dim, and you are looking very thin.

You were the happiest person on the earth, and you were always alive and alert, I remember the glory that covers the room and when the moon sits in the sky it was your strongest spiritual guide.

I sit here and watch you grow old; you have a beautiful soul but the passion in your voice is fading and the rhythm in your hip is losing its grips; you have got to leave that place now to rebuild your life through self-sacrifice.

Is it you? What is happening to you? No one is caring for you and you need a brand-new pair of shoes.  I heard that, you have no food to eat, and they continue to harass you and disrupt your heartbeat, you eat rice and flour without meat or vegetable occasionally, and you have gone hungry for weeks for an extended period of time, that is why you are so thin. Nobody is taking care of you, how on earth can our dream come through?

 Is it you? You need some new clothes, a proper hair do, you need a manicure and pedicure and a good massage before you leave your base, your skin is very dry and you need aroma therapy to revitalize your cells before you drop down and dead. Place a healthy diet on the set and a get a bed to lay your head. You have got to get a ticket and go and see your mistress.

Is it you? Keep your courage and your dream will come through, study the line and you will be fine, stick to the script and you and you will be fit, be honest with yourself and tell the truth and the heavens and earth will embrace you. 

I will take care of you and bring you back to your youthful self so keep working and renew your clogged up cell.
Form: Narrative

From Little Acorns

From Little acorns
One morning the little acorn opened up his eyes,
He looked down and all around in astonishment and surprise.
Ho felt the comforting branches rock back and forth and sway
He really liked this movement it comforted him on this his birthday.
As he looked down to the ground
He saw a squirrel looking up.
But he felt safe and secure in his snug fitting acorn cup.
The months went on and he was happy swaying in the breeze
He even had an acorn sister to dance with in the leaves.
They talked together way up high in the great oak tree
They caught the sun and got a tan 
They didn’t know the squirrel could see.
One day a great wind did blow
It ripped through all the trees,
It caught the acorn up there hiding, in between the leaves.
The little acorn was torn away from his sisters’ side,
The wind did take the acorn in its grasp, and threw him far and wide
The acorn battled with the wind throwing him all around
Then he came to settle, and found he was on the ground.
He laid there for a long time the leaves all covering him
He was beginning to get soggy, and his skin began to thin
The squirrel walked past him one day buteven he didn’t fancy him.
The acorn was bereft he was beginning to rot
The worms moved underneath him, the dirt built up on top.
One day when he was so sad when he felt a strange move
It was not the worms below him, and not the squirrel above
He had almost given in and admitted to defeat
But the strangest thing happened, he thought he was growing feet
His arms thrust up, his feet dug down; his head broke into the bright daylight
He was growing he could feel it, so he pressed on with all his might.
He grew and grew his branches spread, he was the tallest all around
Then he felt trembling in him and little acorns did abound
Now he was a mighty oak, he was happy as can be 
He looked around and realised, he wasn’t just a tree
He was complete he noticed, new acorns hung from every limb
One day they would drop down to the ground, and grow up just like him.

Silent Whispers

Silent whispers scatter all round me 
Crowding me in making it hard to breathe 
Making me choke on all of the sin that I have committed
Making me weak 
making me come down to my knees
Praying in my head “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE SPARE ME”
Save me from all of this agony 
Maybe I don’t deserve it because I brought it to myself 
but I was a child I didn't know the out come could be so persist 
Playing with fire was fun until I got burned 
And no I may not have any scars or buries 
But the thing that I had to see was everything crashing and crumbing in to ruins
Then it just blow away like the fire I use to lite the candle Thinking that it would bring light
But it when out and I was too deep to know my surrounding
Only thing that was there was darkness surrounding me in to the point where It took my breath
One two three I drop down to my knees 
Four five six the truth is sickening 
Seven eight nine dose hate and love have a thin line
Ten Is this the beginning or the end
And why am I not begging
I see the light but I don't come near
Because in the darkness I can see clear
But I am not sure if this is where I belong
Curious but yet afraid I still pursued
Just to get caught up by my demons who I thought we friend although I  assumed
See that's the only thing that can be tricky about the darkness
to fall in the hands of the enemy
without having knowledge 
But do I want to live if it has come to this
Not trusting my self
Not knowing the difference between the light and dark
Or maybe I know the difference but I have already tasted the bitter sweet taste of the dark
But I don't realize the difference any more making me question if the every was a separation
Are they one in the same?
because they both have the power to over come you
But you have to realize is the loss worth the gain
But heaven forbids for you to go out on your own
Because that candle that you hold so tight and dare to keep you away from the darkness
 can always go out by a sweet silent whisper
Form:


You Always Jumped First

I wasn’t there that day you left us
Music blaring 
Engine running 
stationary.
I wasn’t there the day they embalmed you
lined up amongst others in state
But I imagine the dead waits patiently
Still
I would have wanted to hold your hand,
While you parted, drugged and suffocating, breath. 
I would have wanted to wash your feet,
While cold hands cleaned your flesh.

That day of final parting.
Your descending white coffin,
jerking unceremoniously, not stoppin’ ,
I dropped in the poem no one would ever read, 
definitely not you (I knew you would if you could).
Red roses thud thud dropped as if knocking on wood.
Delivering the death notice (again) – putting you to bed.
(Like that knock on the front door weeks ago)
Sick reminder.

A stranger friend  trying to take the shaking shovel;
I grunt jerk back possession from the face at the end of the tunnel.
There’s a difference between throwing dirt over shame,
Stranger friend,
than to cover her -  clout enfolding, protecting, that which remains.
Five shovels in, it comes floating down by;
(Unnoticed that day)
Pure and white 
the feather touches down amidst the dirt.
So .......  you…

Drunken interlude and weeks gone by…

The first winter drizzle cleaned your black granite stone,
whilst late afternoon rays still try to warm your bones.
White frost on black tomb announces winter,
As I notice the yellow roses reading,
“Miss you - Mom and Dad”,
had wilted.
They hung themselves…

I drop down bitter bereaved bruising my knees, 
And try to crush your gravel blanket.
as the granite shards draw blood from bare hands,
I weigh my ashes on your scale.
My flesh is heavy but my heart seems empty;
I would’ve joined you, taken your place,
because like you, from my day of birth - 
My soul screamed suicide.

I smile as irony hits;
As we were kids,  so it was now:
You always  jumped first no matter what I drew.
So .......  you… 
Rest in peace my little sis.


Johan Venter © 2014
Form: Bio

Premium Member Our Last Hawaii Christmas

VIDEO/AUDIO-MUSIC on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat, click settings and pick the highest level for quality viewing.

AUDIO: Song was written by a Hawaiian queen after her king dies overseas, sung by my cousin

*Tree is a Norfolk Island Pine

Our Last Hawaii Christmas

Our home looked like The Munsters house, above town road
the loft's great hall, tall tree stands near mom's grand
cut fresh from our Norfolk pine lot
distant, in the country --
colorful lights, bells, tinsels, and stuffed animals
through the french doors greet eyes beautifully.

Our curved hilltop driveway, white lights held each palm tree
six bay windows, rainbow-hued variables
the roof and dormers shone brightly
front stone stairs glowed, blued watt --
many had helped dad who meticulously planned
his trials made for a simple workload.

Our Christmas eve, *Lau Lau replaced Christmas ham mode
large gifts in the back of the tree, all fanned
while smallest stacked fronted their spot
freed tracks train chugs clearly --
mom wore reds and whites, played the grand, sung madrigals
it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine, in Hawaii.

*Lau Lau; a small cut of butterfish added to chopped Hawaiian salted pork, then wrapped in taro leaf, lastly, stem-tied-ti leaf-wrapped and (present-day method) in lieu of ti-leaf, foil paper is used then placed in a steam cooker.

*Twas to be our last Christmas in Hawaii (Big Island),
in ensuing months, we lost our home when our great hall
parlor drapes caught fire, our family then moved to
Bath, Maine as it was heartbreaking for our parents
to bear.

2020 December 28th
A Little Memory - My Invented Form
*2nd Place*
~~Constance La France

ALOHA, to our once trimmed Norfolk Island Pines
*Due to our departure, the pines is now a forest, too tall to sell, now hardly sold publically
© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Dreams (Marked To Be a Human Dragon)

Moving into the deep luscious woods perspiring as darkness grew,
I saw a lovely high tree with soft branches vanish in the green sky  
Climbing up within its branches I saw a sparkling stone drop down
To roll and grow to coconut size as it vanished in the green bushes.  

Loosing my balance I began to fall waking up sweating in my bed.
To observe the green fruit resting beside the edge of the cupboard 
Coaxing the giant size egg, willing it to split in two, I saw it crack
It moved as the clatter increased with hard hitting sustained knocks.

In moments I saw the magic shell break to yield the baby dragon.
Shaking its head the new born moved the wings in bold freedom 
Trotting from the cracked crusts she adjusted to move towards me
Uncontrolled my naked right arm exposed itself to her branding bite.

The fingers moved to the she devils caress as she struck to mark me.
Changing our destiny with her symbolic acceptance of my life form
To my fascination the lines of fate, life and heart crisscrossed to jinx   
I saw her dragon body etch itself to my skin as I became unconscious.

Possessed by fear I surrendered defeated within the realm of dreams
Chill running down my spine as sweet warmth took charge of my loins
Un-chartered hands explored areolas in love sinister passionate moves  
Dragon union exploded to new frontiers crushing norms in human form.

Telepathic connotations over powered my body to her commanding lust
“I have followed you through generations and eons to awaken within you,
My love” changed DNA structure challenged by your human body desire
To dazzle in vibrations as we mate become one in Almighty Gods creation.
Feel joy of my closeness when ever the etched dragon moves on your arm.

(To be continued as per response.)
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.

Hug the Memory and Say Good Bye

People always forget every good thing you do…
Even after you go out of your way to help them..
With everything you have and everything you got…
Without thinking twice.. They will let you down…
We always meet someone for a reason…for the best or for the worst..
If they want use you... for their own selfish reasons..
Forgive them and forget them… Don’t hate them…
Don’t waste your time on them.. Just let that feeling go away..
If they want to test you…let them do it in their own way ….
But Pass the test in your own time... In your own way..
If they want to teach you… Learn the lesson well..
You get the chance to learn a new things again..
We are all humans.. We all have our mistakes…
No one is perfect.. No one is correct…no one is a saint…
If someone is not treating you right... let that feeling be away ..
If someone is not keeping their promises they made 
Just remember promises are just are human words until is proven in anyway..
So start a fresh.. Hug the memory and say good bye ..
Wish them  all the best  in life  with all your heart in anything come what may..
Then move on.. Just walk forward but please don’t look back...
It might hurt you.. it might stab you many times in the heart for everyday..
Tears will drop down countless times…
 will feel like you are dying every moment passing by…
But you are going to be airtight…you are going to move again..
You can’t ever change what is done.. 
But you can always change what is to happen..
So with all the lessons.. Experience tears and sadness..
With all the mix of it ...Life will go on..it will always lead on..
So Trust me when I say…In time… everything is going to be alight...
and will make you stong to face it next time..!!



Dilu Wijegunasekara
10th of August 2019
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Premium Member The Gret of Regret, Soliloquy

*Image of Hellboy II: The Golden Army by Wallpaper Flare.
AUDIO: Tip; Right-click on volume then click on Loop of the drop-down menu for continuous play.

The Gret of Regret, Soliloquy

I remember, but naught too well, the first time of Hellboy, an earthy creature, a-must-be, heaven would naught have created a being such as he, and after all, he's naught an "it", oh no, for he thinks -- methinks, much too straight-forwardly and on his feet to boot. Move before they do and always get to the upper hand of things, seems to be his John Madden playbook of the '70s. Why bother with logic and reason when Hellboy is dealing with fragile minds bent on world conquest.

The Golden Army, the Hellboy movie I've seen some years ago when my kids, were kids -- and I being the eldest. Vagueness plagues me to no end, but the inkling gist was a brother and sister duo, but sadly, naught so much so, for sister played her own brother and teamed with Hellboy instead. The telltale sign envisioned in the frat's eyes, being the wherewithal, their Ides of March to be -- in arrears, of betrayal. To be undone by the one, by the very one.

Life can be fleeting but we came to know that honor fleets faster. Though the appearance of its angle for the perspective of the movie was considered simply as a sidetrack sorta thing, yet in and of itself, became the films main attraction, piquing interest within the audiences already situated in full enjoyment of the twist, and how it will all play out in that, edge-of-the-seat moment. Alas, ambiguity wins at the end, for death did occur, but whose? Naught Hellboy, I'm certain of that!

2022 January 28
*2nd Place*
Mignolaverse
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 January 31
© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

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