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I sat in restless chairs
I breathed stilted air
what feeling compares
with feeling squandered?
I’m not sadfishing,
I was bored in a 5-star hotel.
I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool
and I felt like I was marinating in boredom.
It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was
the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down.
I wasn’t in solitary confinement,
Lisa was there too - and just-as bored.
She didn’t complain, 'cause she’s ‘New Yorker’ stoic.
So I started complaining for her - for the team.
We’d filtered every boutique,
sampled every eclectic café,
there’s just nothing to do in Geneva.
It is an implacable reality.
Peter (my bf) was at work all day and we were on vacation.
It’s different when he’s around.
He walks into the room, and I feel like
a phone that’s been placed on its charger
- the world lights up and I get - charged.
“We should make a list,” I'd announced, “‘the pros and cons of boredom.”
“No,” Lisa said, “Let’s name fun things.”
“Fruity Pebbles popcorn,” I started.
“Girl panda makeup” Lisa offered,
“Foot massages and bubblegum”
“Cotton candy and sunflowers”
“Holidays and sparkly things!”
- we went on and on and on and -
“kittens” I updogged dreamily, then I switched subjects completely.
“We need to go to Paris.” I announced, with a tone of relief.
“Oh yeah?” Lisa asked, with a little side head-bob.
“Actionable intel,” I whispered, “Grandmère wants to see me.”
Lisa gasped, adding, “You’re in TROUBLE,” drawing the last syllable out slowly.
“That would be a first,” I laughed.
“Kisses!” She exclaimed, resuming the game.
I remembered the first time I thought of kissing Peter. The thought was a flash, an emotional Rorschach test and I smiled. It was like a movie kiss, an abstract heaven - not the breathy, erotic kisses of real life.
“Where’d you go?” Lisa asked, grinning.
Some emotions are too thick for words.
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Songs for this:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Disco Boots by Gavin Turek
I get it
I finally get it
It took a while
But now I'm showing my style.
To every home
With somber tone
My daily briefings
Broadcast my teachings;
I tell them all
To heed my call
So all may strive
To stay alive.
My change of tack
A stroke of luck
And just in time
The polls to climb;
For every day
I get my say
The ratings spike
With me on Mike.
Now the prime task
A real big ask
To find that cure
Something sure.
This virus sticks
All experts kicks
But as to me
Just watch and see.
I have a plan
Beat this I can
Wait for fine weather
To Covid tether.
Once that is done
They'll hail the man
Making things right
With wisdom and might;
Never a pause
Fighting the cause
Winning's my creed
I've proved that indeed.
Then all the vile doubters
The downers and shouters
Will finally see
Their champion is Me.
She gave her word and I just believed,
was the best thing that happened to me,
but, before long, on camera I see
her sneaking with a man who lives up the street.
Probed her for truth, but, oh, she just lie,
never had a hint of guilt in her eyes,
how can someone feel that justified,
even showed her the tape, but she just denied.
I won’t take that,
bend of break that,
it’s my one fact,
I won’t take that.
One claimed she was on the cutting edge,
down for so many hot things in bed,
lots of strange notions came from her head,
the hot ones can be crazy, it has been said.
Soon started moaning, “It’s not enough.”
Wanted more partners, wanted it rough,
said is was all just, “New kinds of love,”
Keep you polycule, I’m not into that stuff.
I won’t take that,
bend of break that,
such a dark path,
I won’t take that.
Another said it wasn’t the time,
cared not a bit that it must be mine,
snuck out and got a process malign,
then just shrugged her shoulders, like it was fine.
Could not understand my protests loud,
defended murder like she was proud,
said my objections were not allowed,
so I said, “Don’t come back, girl, get the hell out.”
I won’t take that,
bend of break that,
such a cruel act,
I won’t take that.
I won’t take that,
tolerate that,
a soul she lacked,
I won’t take that.
“The Sonrise Inside of Me"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/04/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
My heart aches
My body breaks
My mind protected
My tissues exorcisted
A whole new level I have found
Learning to process trauma
Has definitely broken new ground
Feelings, no longer suppressed
All coming to the surface
Beyond what I would've guessed
Now I'm feeling them all around
Trying to be more careful
So my mind calms, remaining sound
Doing the work on myself that I need
No, I'm not giving up
Even though my heart still bleeds
Time did not make it easier in my case
The longer you've been gone
The heavier the weight
But I will not give up healing myself
Doing the work, moving forward
My health won't go on a back shelf
I'll press through, I will press through
Never losing my focus
Taking steps, onward with you
Thinking of you, will not always be pain
It will be my heart's strength
A tool being used to rewire my brain
You'll always be The Sonrise Inside of Me
Your life a true inspiration
Of what the world was meant to see!
I can only imagine
the marriage of life
From youthfull marriage
to the end of life
But I cannot see
what was not meant for me
one by my side
No one else to see
Children made by her and me
some like her others like me
The making of choices
Of what they may be
The ageing together
the problems we'll flee
the undying love
and sometimes disgrace
The finding of peace
after all the mistakes
Knowing our future
without force of fate
Stay where you are
no matter the stakes
Beside them in a car
were ever it takes
Fighting with voices
that forces and makes
listening to lies
our jealosy at stake
Going to bed
without a word
where silence speaks loudly
and suspisions are heard
Ever the endurance
the constanct reasurance
It's forever and a day
Just as they say
I wish my life
to be this way
somehow I escaped
to a different day
Looking back
I wonder why
For all these women
I was willing to die
It's what they call
A polygamous life
Where all I loved
Made one wife
Yet today I wonder still
Is the past the life I lived
Was marriage ever the thing I'd give
The ones I loved and love them still
Emblazoned…
On their banners!
Numbers placed upon us,
by government officials,
taking money from
foreign countries,
because they can,
because we let them.
Sons and daughters holding jobs,
titles without chores,
money behind closed doors,
cheaters and beaters,
liberals and democrats.
They spend what we give them,
take what they want…
and choose to eliminate
the middle class.
Do you think the poor can support you?
Do you think they give a dam?
They will turn on you and eat you,
Civil war, in this land.
It is not rich that gets richer,
but poor that have a job.
Feed our families,
know that they,
can dream…
You cheat at college,
you are above the law,
you call out others,
for your own sins.
You can be removed…
from office.
The vote!
We will wait.
We are waiting.
Cheat…
and you will know
the sword of defeat.
Revival from the Lord comes from His Word, perfectly right
Always exalting the Saviour Jesus Christ, the way, the truth and light
To grant redemption to sinners by His compassion’s might
With the promise of eternal life and divine inheritance wherein to delight.
Revival radiates through His Scriptures of great assurance
Always declaring the sacrifice of Christ that vanquished hell’s endurance
To rescue those struggling from transgression-ignorance
With the acquittal from sin’s penalty and self-righteous arrogance.
Revival shines by His precepts along His revelation
Always asserting the resurrection of Christ that subdued damnation
To install genuine believers in their eternal royal position
With the subjugation of death’s sting and its fatal destruction.
Revival upon His Book of hope brings sure victory
Always manifesting His holiness that exudes His glory
To uphold His servants who are steadfast in sharing the Gospel story
With His justice amidst moral standards throughout history.
Revival ignited by His truth sustains joyfulness
Always showing the work of the Father that magnifies His loving kindness
To mold His children striving toward maturity’s completeness
With the guidance of His wisdom and prudence for growth’s fullness.
Revival in the power of His statutes overcomes doubt and uncertainty
Always exposing the might of the Holy Spirit that seals His authority
To keep His called-out ones to stay in His will’s protective security
With the answers to fervent prayers and earnest supplications’ entreaty.
Revival* preached through His testimony brightens triumphant moment
Always reminding the arrival of the Master toward prophecy’s fulfillment
To ensure Christians of their rewards for their good accomplishment
With the commendation for their approved faithfulness and commitment.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
October 17, 2021
Martyrs sacrifice for love amidst hateful norm
A madness and weakness to keep someone warm
Great words are writ but the gal made them an act
Now Bill the homeless vet’s a permanent fact
It was a few winters ago, in cold night
Found him coughing by the trash bin in fogged light
It weighed too hard on her to just let him freeze
“Come stay on the couch, it should give you some ease”
Ever the nurturer, she took a big chance
Nervous, and yet the moment, her life enhanced
These rare empathic souls give so readily
More than money, but hands that help steadily
And so three years on and Bill’s now on the porch
Dealing with demons, till all patience is scorched
“Nuts! Only a deranged mind would act like that!”
Endurance wanes then they recall where he’s at
Some days are worse, but he found a job at last
Seems house restoration keeps away his past….
(1/30/2021: '84 Wellcraft Express Cruiser; DMS)
A NATION IN CRISIS…FALLING APART
It has been said that America
is an experiment in democracy.
If that is so—and it seems to be—
this country is in deep septic trouble.
Today, the mad dog political moniker
can no longer be looked upon as a joke;
for America, in its political experiment
in democracy, has truly gone made and
is now falling apart from its rabid agents
of abject bigotry, hate, and racism.
It appears that the pre-experimental exercise
of attempting to make slaver as common
as shackling pets today, has forced
modern-day mad dog political power mongers
to readjust their corruptive variables
to ensure desired collateral damage outcomes.
Indeed, the demonizing of the innocent
to rationalize ethnic-based murder,
has become a Hitler-like tactic
that has proven its “negative-good” desire
that has arisen from this Frankenstein-styled
political experimentation—sick exploitation.
Though most of the rabid “hit men” of the racist
power-mongers are dead, others and their backers,
due to the allowed irregularities of justice, will and do,
remain alive to pontificate their demeaning rhetoric
of coded domestic terrorism, painfully canvassing
a bloody mosaic of a grieving nation in a bloody crisis.
How long America…how long shall it be…before
this nation becomes inoculated against the viral infection
of apathy that seems to have taken on a rabid smallpox-like
endurance, that continues to mesmerize us to simply watching
the newsy dramatization of the falling apart of a nation in crisis?
Pray tell—God’s will done—the answer will be…not long!
Wake up, people! This is no damn nightmare; it’s today’s reality.
I don’t sense that God keeps score --
my guess, believing He already
has enough pollsters and priests for that,
man’s predisposed world of numbers and
profitable confessions,
ballot slips and extra altar sips,
less Jung and more Freudian
myself reasoning that, Lover and
Judge are not compatible, the best
leaving their robes at the courthouse,
their own dwellings Duty Free
For sure, by now, have learned my ideas
often not mainstream, avoiding prescribed
social templates, ducking Bibles, my heart and head
a record of lumps
attempting to understand and follow Christ
not always a Sunday picnic, the devil in
the weather, and “keep off the grass” --