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Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall.
Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball!
When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses,
Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses.
No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool.
You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool,
Youeven wore pricey perfume, just to reel in a mate,
Some tall dude, with agility to dance, was to be your fate.
It was kismet, the moment you stared in a dance partner’s eyes.
You both as if floating, on air, in amorous,cloud like disguise
The lit, multi-colored dance floor, The Bee Gees music filled the room.
You looked up, and there your shiny prince stood~love musically! in bloom!
3/29/2024
With a parting of the crimson seas,
they aren't appeased with just a smile
That girl who walks the star-struck mile
will pay a price that goes unseen
They catch a glimpse and swallow whole.
Then nonchalantly steal her soul,
with no remorse or thought of deeds, ...
just goals to slice her thin, and spill her name,
upon red carpets dyed with greed.
Beneath stiletto stilts she comes.
They think it's fun behind the lie,
that masquerades to dazzle eyes.
Are lonely hearts so worth the prize
while clamored lust engulfs and drowns?
The flashbulbs light the milky way
while voices scream among the fray,
and peel the starlight's skin away.
There is a hole, deep in the dark,
as black as death without a spark
A friend to trust, or out to gain?
To rub a shoulder, hug the fame?
She's guided by an elbow's charm,
disarmed, by tabloids, drowns alone
They're hell-bent on the mystery
The secrets of her universe
A paper doll is thrown to wolves,
is just a soul who has rehearsed
to fade and die, alone........
alone.......with a million flashbulbs drugging her,
...then dragging her.....as she tumbles from the throne....
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Sponsor : Nayda Ivette Negron
Her night shoes are glittery red heels
Used as tools to afford bills and meals
They sit hidden in a corner during the day
Until nighttime when she has to be away
While Her children sleep safely in their beds
She wears her glittery red heels with dread
She works the bar pole as she strips her attire
Dancing for tips while feeling high and wired
Her boss expects his own personal show
She has no choice or get his violent blows
She leaves the bar nearly broke and needs a fix
She decides at that time to start doing tricks
Drugging daily since her children were taken away
Feeling worthless and hopeless, her life gone astray
Until she was badly beaten and cut up with a knife
She ended up in the hospital nearly losing her life
After years of treatment, she is stronger and no longer wears those shoes
She visits her children weekly, and works days cleaning to pay her dues
Her night shoes now worn, tattered and dull sit in a corner case on display
She looks at them daily as a reminder, and vows in that case they will stay
5/12/19
Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
6/4/19 submitted to the contest: Your choice, any form, any theme, sponsor and judge, Brian Strand.
When the spirit of man is not at rest, he's void of personal peace There is a mobilizing presence in his being that refuses to cease Outwardly, he may be able to hide his pain, or even deny that he is ill He is unable to sit or be still, because something inside needs to be healed
Drinking, drugging, or sexing never resolves the restless spirit's hidden longings We are born to be connected and designed to experience that sense of belonging We require family, friends, quiet, wholesome music, and good social interaction. Ultimately, our soul has spaces filled and calmed only by that God connection
11302018PoSoupContest, Unrest Of Spirit, Julia Ward
I could feel you are looking at me
But i don't know where you are
I could smell your drugging perfume
That makes me get drank and see a morning star
I know you are here somewhere
Next to me, beside me, so near but so far
I look around looking for you
I looked in every station, i entered every bar
I couldn't find you but i could hear your heart beat
It made me feel safe, i knew then i should wait for your sign
I don't know how you look, or how you dress
But i know some how, i will be yours and you will be mine
I tried so many men before but they were not the one
Should i keep trying till i find you ?or would you come stand in my line?
I know you are somewhere in this small world
Looking at me, waiting the right moment to bright and shine
I'm waiting for the day to meet my perfect one
Then i know i won't be okay, But for sure I will be so Fine
Your love is to catastrophic
Kisses are so supersonic
My heart exploding like a bomb
When I see your boyish charm
Arms so tight I'm getting crushed
From the power of your touch
Eyes so powerful they can melt
The feelings that I've always felt
Into a hot pile of mush
From one of your sexy looks
A warm embrace lights me on fire
The hotness is just getting higher
Burning me from head to toe
With the steamy love you show
This relationships going to be
The sexiest death of me
As the weaker I become
I can hear a loving hum
From two gorgeous lips that say
You will wobble more each day
As my arsenal gets stronger
Every day it will get longer
For you to turn and retreat
From my war of loving heat
That will never die or flicker
You will just keep getting sicker
From love injections I'll provide
Everyday you are alive
Breathing in my dedication
Drugging you with my emotion
He watches **** on the internet!
…says the man with an
animated, tentacle fetish.
His humor is crude and inappropriate!
…says the guy who breaks out
Catholic priest jokes on command.
He’s disrespectful to women!
…declares the man who slept with
a seventeen-year old at a college
party, then paid for her abortion.
He’s a horrible racist!
…says the professor who claims
your skin-color defines your ‘identity.’
We’re ahead of the moral curve!
…says an actor accused of
drugging underage teens by
three separate young men.
We’ve moved beyond superstitious faith!
…says a person who believes
you can change gender just
by thinking it so.
He’s a hypocrite!
…cries the hypocrite. But honestly
people, who here isn't one?
Come on, anybody?
Anybody.
No?
Didn’t think so. Don’t worry,
I’ll keep your secret.
…actually, I probably won’t.
America might get lost to the highest population, lost because no one may be here to protect or care, many have died from abortion, drugs, and lack of care.
Many Americans died by their own hands, the men voted to allow abortion, and allowed many to die, leaving no one to take care of America.
America may become a place of foreign control because the Americans failed to make children, and the place became a land with few Americans.
America, in about 1973, had been on track to become a great place, but the failure to protect the unborn and build families caused America to run into the ground.
America is now a strange place; a lot hate it and work to destroy Americans.
Death can be by lack of care, or by not allowing one to thrive, death can come from many ways, not just by the body dying it can come slowly by the drugging with stuff that leaves you in a cloud.
The American Constitution states the term we and our posterity making an exclusive population, for Americans to live, has abortion and other ways caused the posterity of America to die.
In 2026, we will celebrate America’s 250th anniversary, and we will continue to pray for America.
So pray, stay clean and sober, welcome babies, welcome friends, grow, be healthy, and never give up your freedom.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Reality words
Standing alone
A story told
Woes seen
Between mysteries after another
Circumstances encountered
Down to broke
Pavement living
Cries full of desperation
Mistakes that were made
Gambling and Drugging
No excuses for actions
Time passed on and beyond
No Family nor Friends support
Lonely
All alone
Winters came
Shivering in the cold
Roasting in the summer
Begging to survive
Human rag thrown out
Life was no longer mine
Who was I?
An unknown on the streets
As I walked, a voice said “BE STILL AND WAIT”
I moved slightly, and the voice repeated, “BE STILL”
It was a human voice, but a spiritual one
I began to kneel, and gave praise to the Lord
Life was starting to change
One must believe
Blessings started to pour
My feet planted on solid ground of a new revelation
The discovery with an honor
Encouraging words so true being my follow through
Pavement no more
Living all assured
Divine goodness
I am the witness
The Story
Glory
Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.
Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".
Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and ****. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.
Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.
Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."
I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.
I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.