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Premium Member Weathered

Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,

Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,

Recalling seasons pristine, ravishing, blossoming
When youth ruled meadows of blazing revelry,
Reckoning lately though, how summer parches lilies
And winter freezes perishing autumnal leaves, 

Unsure whether sunlit-dawn tomorrow brings,
If life’s graying themes can still invoke dreams~
As blunt reality confronts passions embellished.

Yet, life emulates pride of battered old oak tree
Mangled and broken, withering in gusty winds
But, standing steadfastly aiming for centuries
Rejoicing birds frolicking, concert of hatchlings,

And it too sways merrily ignoring bleak warnings
Beckoning alluringly reluctant, fading feelings
To tango in ballroom of life for yet one more spin,

Conjuring ancient images of renaissance in Italy~
The Colosseum, statues, galleries full of paintings
Pulsating forever, beyond bounds of mortality
Weathered, yet standing, as battered old oak tree
And aged-existence that defiantly keeps ticking.

November 24, 2021
Placed 2nd: “W” New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Weathered


Premium Member Cat-Inspired Lessons

Among God-granted blessings I truly cherish
My pet cats from the precious list never perish…
They are the first animals I did touch with care
Where I got my first lesson about beast*-welfare.

When blissful play times engulfed our children-moments
And sometimes, we would delay hygienic engagements
Mom was there --- with our “cleansing” cats --- to reprimand
Warning “See the cats bathing themselves!” as command. 

Then in my grade school, I had to pronounce “cat” well
Coaching me with English “a” I could hardly tell.
Since such language was new to me, I must obey
Uttering words having “sophisticated a.”

Now, varied cats of different colors I pet
As such, unto "Black Beauty Blest" my eyes are set
Her entertaining antics surpass her sweetness
Yet, warning me since her kittens need milk's fullness.**

From cats I gained one noteworthy truth … worth learning  
Which Bible study taught me with wisdom’s winning
Such is to be circumspect, cautious with prudence
As cats do… to stay victorious midst foes’ offense.

*Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast...

August 11, 2018
**Edited on March 30, 2028 with the addition of fourth stanza

1st place, "Black Cat" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 4/3/2022.

5th Place, "Cat Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/12/2018.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member As I Recall - Introduction

As I Recall, is a collection of humorous and heartfelt short stories and poetry sharing moments from a life full of laughter and love. I have long wanted to record memories of my childhood for family and friends. But, I was so busy with life, I didn't take the time. I'm older now, and have even more to share. And, I'm a grandfather who feels a desperate need to preserve memories of his life for another generation. Early in the process, I discovered more than a need to leave something for the family. I found a new voice that was filled with colorful and descriptive passages to deliver my messages. The voice has an understanding of the human spirit base upon experiences as a son, brother, friend, husband, father and teacher.
   I hope you find this book entertaining, compassionate and as much fun to read as it was to write. Maybe it will inspire you to write a book of your own.

Ray Dillard
May 19, 2013

This is the introduction from my book. It is available online from numerous bookstores in soft cover, hardback and ebook formats. Look it up and read sample stories to find out if the introduction is adequate.  RAY
Form: Prose

Premium Member Any Age Any Stage

There is a circle in the square 
Artistic statements writers dare 
Dress the maidens in a costume 
Have an outdoor performance under the moon 
They will be the main attraction 
Please no distraction 
Sending a message 
Societal ills addressing 
Hoping a confession 
Using silent guilt 
Wearing a kilt 
Bagpipes strapped tight 
Entertaining right 
An interpretative dance 
Could put audience into a trance 
People applaud 
Acknowledged talent in the community mall 
When the show takes a final bow 
Screaming shouting is allowed 
In a way 
Heard what they say 
Retreating back to home 
Something to talk about in a civil tone 
Job was complete 
Singing lyrics to a good beat 
And telling a story looking ever so sweet
Form: Rhyme

Black Widow

She held him like a priceless vase
Gently, lovingly in her arms
The promise of love for eternity 
Was said without words

He held her tightly 
As if she were a dream
That was about to vaporize 
He loved her dearly.

Her eyes searched his for doubt
But none could be found
She knew she brought out the best in his weakness
Total submission was her prize

He worked hard to gain her affection
Returning home late, exhausted
But forcing himself the extra mile
To posses her, to make love to her, his dream

While he slaved at work she kept the house
Entertaining gentleman callers
Lustfully spending his love without indiscretion
And denying him at his tenacious appetite

He returned home early to find her
Joyously overwhelmed by her male covertness
He remembered how hard he fought to keep her from 
Her expulsion to her home country

She knew her fate, it was sealed in time 
She ran after him but the deed was done
It took a moment and they took her in exile to be deported
Her regret trickled down her cheeks as the taste of her fruits matured


The Bitterness of Honey

The day’s been impressively amazing
Because everything was entertaining
Birds sang sweetly in shrubs like Hellen
On blossoms lots of bees sought pollen  

Bumblebees have been busy like a hussy
Feeling how the day has been shambolic
Because on the path, I heard a heavy truck
That was rolling on the street slowly

Back to the hive, I was very exhausted
In the way that I was unmotivated 
Today has been restless and now
Miserable I feel for a quiet morrow

That fetches a sweet day full of hurdles
Thus, we will be cagily flying like turtles
That have no return hope but always dare
And that also I take up is neither truly fair

Life’s honeyed but it’s difficult full at lair 
We bear its cynicism to alteration pronto 
Sweetness to arise soon we dream on Pluto
Making the itches of bees turn into softness

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Form: ABC

The Inventor

George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich by pressing the iron to the bread. It was an ooy-gooey delight. While all the other men sat down to crusty bread, George pulled out his panini forkini pastrami alla bellini. He bit into it with great delight. The mozzarella sang to his tonsils, "Eres bella, Eres bella" Tiano's boombox voice was heard, "Heh George, there are 4 of us," which translated into, "Yo George, where is our bench pressed sandwich?"
That night he got an earful from his wife Juanita Delacruz, the Spanish Queen of complaint. "Dam it George. The ironing board is full of melted cheese and it smells like recycled beef " It was time to take the invention to new heights.
He made a mean machine of good taste. This is how George Foreman was birthed. In George Papadopoulos's shed. Though he was no son of a priest, he knew a blessing when he saw one. He was recompensed by a happy wife
and a jolly foursome crew. 
There are rumors going around that it was really invented in some other form or way. I for one will stick to my story dear readers. If I fudged is just a bit please forgive me. Its a tad more entertaining, don't you think ?
Now here is my research paper on the matter, short and sweet.
"Truth be told ? It was promoted by a former boxing champion George Foreman. Since its introduction in 1994, over 100 million George Foreman grills have been sold worldwide. 
Inventor?: ?Michael Boehm, Robert Johnson Inception?: ?1994"
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Weekend

For five days we have been worker bees 
Now it is time for those tees 
Whether it is fighting off a golfing bogie 
Or wiping your hands from a lunch time hoagie 
Finally the weekend is here 
And adventure is near 
Going out entertaining the mates 
Finding friends and romantic dates 
For a short period of time 
And recreation on the mind 
Worker bees turned into social bugs 
Giving companions fashionable hugs 
Interaction with others 
And chance meetings that could breed into lovers 
Taking a two day holiday where one can reflect and relax 
Ignoring what is being transmitted at the office fax 
It is the proper time to make the pass 
When encountering a potential lifelong lad or lass 
Enjoy the time off
Not having any guilt feelings of fault 
Being in the corporate life 
Needing to be giving the green light 
Hoping the check clears 
To shop Wal-Mart then on to Sears 
During this time we sit down finding peace and cheer 
Since the weekend is finally here
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Six Tables of Strangers and Me

He had better be dead I told friends,
Making them smile, from ends to ends.
They thought I was being hilarious
I was truly, frankly being serious

He did not help at all, I informed them haughtily.
I was on a roll now, telling them a little bit snottily.
"You had better be dead!" I yelled to his false-acting back.
He was deep-snoring, his lying pretending to be asleep act.

I was on a roll now, entertaining my table and the next two.
Come on! A perfect stranger yelled. "What did you do?"
The place had stopped eating. It was all about me.
I have not done it yet, I informed her. But I will about three.

They followed me home, six tables of strangers and me.
They wanted to see, how assertive and mean I could be.
I put them in cages, and strung them up by their toes. 
You should not follow strangers, as everyone knows!
Form: Rhyme

Double Lives

You have been living a double life masquerading with two wives; you have been living a double life with man and woman as your wife. 

You have not expressed this in public but everyone can see it in your eyes and watch it trembling on your lips. They say that action speaks louder than words and you must always remember this anywhere you go. The ceiling is above your head, and the rocket will launch exactly from your bed.

This town is like a crown and the vibration can be felt all around, from the petrol station to the hardware shop you cannot resist the irony when you go out to shop. This is the best of television I have ever seen for everyone that is embracing this literary dream, it is amusing, it’s confusing but it is entertaining. 

Go to the top of the roof and look all around you; everyone is going somewhere but they are not actually going anywhere. Look at their faces and read deep beneath the lines and you will see the age long sacrifice. 
Their stories are buried beneath their tongue and the truth is burning their gums. 

The big trucks are rolling down the road with goods pile up on top; they are carrying a heavy load, and they are going where destiny is bound. The cars are rolling slowly behind them and everything seemed to be on schedule, good planning and organizing will get you on track just in time to experience the new wonders that have embraced this town.  
 
The demagogues are running around the town with a familiar argument that is out of touch with the general public and a venomous pitch that is dripping from their lips. The music is not quite in tune with the happening that will preside at noon. You have to search out the contrary strings and re-arrange the demagogues before they sing. 

You have been living a double life and making me pay for all those sacrifice, clips on wings, buttons and belts and colorful flags hoisted in the air ushering a passionate atmosphere far and near. 

It is stirring up the heat and disrupting my heart beat, but it keeps my emotional friend in tune. I have fought hard and long to maintain my song, the cup is full but I must keep riding on.
Form: Narrative

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