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It was hockey from early morn to the darkening shades
of late afternoon with only a short break for a quickly devoured
Campbell's Vegetable Soup for lunch. My closest friend was Ken.
You very rarely saw one of us without the other, we were inseparable.
Our hockey sticks were battered and thin and only bore a slight
resemblance hockey sticks we got each year for Christmas. The pond
was a wide frozen body of water beside a well traveled highway
to the distant land called the United States. But in our minds it was
The Montreal Forum filled with screaming fans cheering on our every
move. We would take turns being the great Maurice “The Rocket”
Richard while the other would be all-star goalie Jacques Plante!
It could have been minus 20 degrees Fahrenheit but we never
felt the cold and icy winds... we were superstars.
On a few occasions I have revisited that hallowed ground where we
spent hour upon hour, oblivious to time, our faces frozen as well as
our ears and our toes! The cheering of the imaginary crowds was
all the inspiration we needed to fire a blistering shot through the
imaginary pads each other was wearing. At the end of the day, we
literally had to crawl home on our hands and knees, our ankles
no longer being able to support our tired legs. Those sweet memories
have stayed with me for a lifetime. I'm sure with my last breath
of life, the vision of Ken and me will flash before my eyes.
Ah yes, hockey, it was what young Canadian boys lived for back then!
A Pocket Full of Dreams
What do you do at the end of the day,
When you come to the end of the road?
When you lay down your burdens and enter the rest.
When you lay down life’s heavy load.
What do you do when you walk though the door.
And find all is not what it seems?
For there in your pocket as you walk through that gate.
Is a parcel of unfinished dreams.
Life is so busy with expedient things,
And attend to it all we must.
Voices cry out for attention it seems.
The turmoil makes quite a fuss.
But what do you do at the end of the road.
When your life is finished and spent?
When you’ve not taken time for the dreams that you had,
Or used the gifts you were lent?
Won’t you be sad at the end of the road?
To find it’s not all that it seems
When you reach in your pocket and find waiting there.
A parcel of unfinished dreams.
I start to type a message,
but I leave it incomplete,
cuz I know you won’t even read it
so I just hit delete.
I guess I let my guard down,
and now I’m paying the price,
I’m over here feeling stupid
for believing all your lies.
You told me everything
that I wanted to hear,
I’m so dumb for thinking
that you would be here.
I should’ve known better
I should’ve trusted my gut,
but I didn’t see it coming
It’s just my bad luck.
What did I do wrong?
For you to change this way…
At least give me a reason
If you ain’t gonna stay.
But I wish you the best
in everything you do
I hope you find happiness
and all your dreams come true.
I will heal from this,
I guess I gotta learn,
I gotta let my feelings out
and I gotta let them burn.
You are still young
and have a bright future ahead,
you deserve nothing but good things,
but for me love is dead.
But I’ll be alright
at the end of the day
the sun shines for everyone,
I will be okay.
I am the mirror of truth
I am the reflection of accountability
That will show the shards of what is, not what's not
I will reflect their own darkness back at them
So they can feel an ounce of the pain we suffered through
To confront the truth of their own inferiority
And be trapped in a room full of their own insecurities
Instead of oppressing us with their problems
They will be trapped in their own hell
Tortured by their own hands
The same hands used to hurt us
The echoes of whips and gunshots deafening
A fate that was everlasting
If you think this is nasty
I couldn't care less
My sympathy has its limits
Especially when these are the type of people who kill black children
Who lie on black mens names and send them to prison
Who fake crimes just to hide incest
Then later say it was a lie without asking for forgiveness
But are still allowed freedom
I dont care about their feelings
Because what they did to my people
They deserve to burn in their evil
I will not apologise for how I defend my people
And if you disagree with mirrored justice
Then you are a problem
And no racism hasn't ended
And yes it's always about race
Because fundamentally our world was built on racism
At the expense of black peoples labour
Not willingly
But through forced enslavement
If you deny
I hope every night
You are haunted by the guilt of your ignorance
And everytime you close your eyes
You see the faces of the deaths you allowed
Because at the end of the day silence is complicity
And you are an accessory to murder
I don't think you comprehend,
The pain you've caused me, yet you call me friend,
How much longer would you like me to play the fool?,
When the people around me say, "when your not here he makes fun of you,"
Then you look at me with tears in your eyes, and grab for my hand,
You share your heart with me on so many levels, yet you still don't get it, man,
Who is making the fool of himself right now?,
Don't worry, I'll still love you anyhow,
If I let you keep going, how will you see?,
That that love means more than the image you want people to see,
Because at the end of the day, I love myself enough to know,
That when I share my heart with you it's not for show,
I will never lose that part of me for any image sake,
I don't want to live for the fear of what people think,
I will live for the love God intended for me,
And it doesn't have to match what you want me to be,
That is selfishness to it's core,
That is the fear the enemy uses to score,
This is not the first time I've run into this, and it won't be the last,
And every time I bump heads with it, it's the blessing in it I grasp,
I still love you, and some say that's too deep,
But that's where my heart swims, because the shallow end is defeat!
Simplicity in life, reduces stress
Icicles hang upon the heart
Of those who are plighted
With desserts spelled backwards
With no end in sight
Choose simplicity in life
As along those well-traveled roads
You have to pass
A Cadillac is no better than other cars
Nor of people Gucci dressed
A meal can be soup and sandwich
You get what you need
Add some fruit for dessert
It is bound to fit what your food
Allowance entails
Living in the fast lane
Doesn't have to be your fate
Try to make a left turn
And find saving Grace
A small town, out of the way place
Look for ease in living
A calm home to come to
At the end of the day
Say Grace at the table
Have room for Him in your heart
My battery is 2%
At the end of the day
My life is expiring
With too much to say
Incomplete thoughts
Kind words set for friends
Inexplicable feelings..
Is this where it ends?
The red lamps are blinking
My head starts to race
And my fingers are tapping
All my thoughts at a pace
What words do I choose?
Nothing flashy or new
In the essence of time:
My lovely, it's you
It's a constant connection
No matter how late
Or if words arrive slowly
Or those blinks terminate
You should never forget me
Whether grumpy or phased
It's a simple "I love you"
Just before I'm erased
I will miss us just chatting
Or those texts that you sent
So seems I'm no longer
One hundred percent
Jinjagoliath
15th July 2023
When do you think the sky meets the sea,
At the very end of the day when the sun goes down.
Rest of the day he just looks at her
A Medusa,
Whoever looks at her are unable to take their eyes off
A Blackhole,
You can look forever
When the sea touches the sky
That moment is worth alone a thousand nights.
The Sea,
Can be as calm as the first moment when you touch snow.
The Woman,
Can kill anyone with her eyes.
That's why you don't mess with the sea
The sky couldn't take the risk to lose her forever.
An Enchantress,
The magical power to attract anyone.
The One,
The sky wishes only to be with the sea as one
Even if he has to wait a thousand years.
Verge of Collapse…
I look around me at friends and enemies
Unable to really tell who is who?
A handshake with one hand
And a back stab with the other
Depending on which will suit their needs...
I fall prey to the theory that all men are good
A fool in the darkness is what I’ve become
A change in the making for better or for worse
I will stand alone, apart from the others
As much as I’ve done for the people I know
No thought of myself getting anything in return
The benefit of others was my only cause
Now for the benefit of myself and only those I love
I have been living on the verge of collapse
Carrying the weight of my world
Bend till I break on the verge of collapse
Carrying the weight of the world…
Wolves in sheep skin that I have let in
In the den of the devil I now see deep within
Beneath the surface I see the true face
Of the demon inside that must be erased
So hard to be truthful yet so easy to lie
So hard to tell by the look in their eyes
Time is the keeper that will set all truths free
And somewhere in time they will have to face me
I have been living on the verge of collapse
Carrying the weight of my world
Bend till I break on the verge of collapse
Carrying the weight of the world…
Sins of the past always come back to haunt me
Though I’ve forgiven anyone against me
In my heart I have changed for the better I think
But my soul I thought cleansed is still on the brink
Pray to my God for an end to this dream
More of a nightmare than I could believe
To do right, to work hard, and at the end of the day
Be at peace with myself, again in silence I pray…
I have been living on the verge of collapse
Carrying the weight of the world...
Let me tell you a story....
of a little girl who didn't want to be a Princess!!!!
it happened a long time ago, in the life of an adorable girl of seven,
who lived in the busiest humming city, enormously crowded.
a gentle dreamy-eyed girl, who chose secret corners to read,
and play with her cherished dolls' house, which her father built.
as it happened..her father found a job..and it was an idyllic countryside,
excitedly she followed family, felt fortunate to be close to nature.
a fairyland of her dreams, a picturesque hamlet surrounded by lush fields,
lived in a cottage encircled by a gorgeous garden, bird-songs, and swings.
she went to the village-school, which was a mere walking distance,
carrying her backpack, water bottle, and books she needed.
her father was the powerful manager of the local textile mill,
where most of the villagers worked, and earned their living.
all the children glanced at her as if she were a Princess,
but this soft dainty lass craved to be purely one of them.
she noticed...those children were walking barefoot to school,
no backpack, no bottle of water, no shiny expensive clothes.
end of the day, she returned home, and declared to her caring parents,
"I don't need the backpack, bottle for water, or the stylish shoes...
starting from tomorrow, I am going to walk to school barefoot"
her parents were shocked, but didn't disagree with her at all.
from the following day, the warm friendly girl of seven,
felt totally comfortable and undoubtedly right, with her decision.
all children were frolicking with her, no more was she a distant Princess,
she was their delightful friend...sharing the same life they had in the village.
she still remembers those eyes which sparkled with wonder at the way they were accepted,
a lifelong memory was created, the gesture kindled a feeling of oneness.
April 16, 2022
For N - Form Narrative - New - Poetry Contest
Theme:Life
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE