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It was on a Friday night, and my entire family
went out for dinner at an ‘all you can eat buffet’.
My brother is 9 and loves baseball, but hates math;
I’m 11 years old and love reading, science, and soccer;
So there was me, Mary, Mom, dad, and my brother Timmy.
Stomachs fat and full, we then rushed off to a kid’s movie.
The movie was a blast, entitled, “Upy, Upper, and Uppity”.
It was really funny and exciting to the whole bunch of us.
Upy and Upper were a lot like my parents who teach us to be kind to others. Uppity was unlike anyone I had ever seen.
The movie made me think about being thankful and respectful toward others.
Anyway, bone tired after the movie, we went straight home.
Timmy and I had milk and cookies; then off to bed we went.
During the night I had a dream; or was it a nightmare? In the nightmare, which of course frighten me, Upy was a nice little cat; and Upper was a well trained and behaved dog. Both of them were pets owned by the same family. But then there was Uppity, a large dog who lived several blocks away in a much classier community.
One quiet day, I and Timmy were walking Upy and Upper and happened to pass Uppity’s house. That’s when all
quiet disappeared, and Uppity started barking like a wild dog. His barking words were clear as day as he broke
through his half opened gate: “This is my high class and wealthy neighborhood where the likes of you do not belong!!!!” By the time he said ‘the likes of you’, he was out the gate; and we were running for our lives!! That’s when I,
full of sweat and tears, woke from my nightmare.
I was so relieved when I realized it was a dream. When I shared the dream with mom and dad, I was reassured that I had nothing to fear. They then said to me, “Mary, for sure,
there are ‘uppity people’ in our world, but we will never be like them”.
05022016 PS Contest, Children’s Short Story, sponsored by The Seeker
Everybody says that forgetting
the one we loved is unfair, cruel, and silly;
don't attempt to bury recollections under rocks,
and instead of burning them completely,
express bitterness for a sad ending...
although the fervent sentiment never stops!
Search for the fondness of words,
delve deeper into your awareness
and the skeletons of regret won't rebuke
the conscience for the unappreciated value
of all the exciting life they led once,
and the preciousness they still constitute!
Does anyone admit that continue living
without forgiving is an act of unmercifulness?
Should we love ourselves more or less,
never appreciating the joy of giving and sharing?
Pierce the sunless skies with daring eyes,
beyond them, there's an incredible blueness...
not matched or displayed by waveless seas;
what lies ahead is an array of vast universes!
Puppy Love vs True Love
Lots of pretty puppy love
start just on adolescence.
Sweet and sour memories.
Intermittent occurrence.
Those exciting evening stars
sparkling and flickering
rise, pass by, fade quickly,
momentary glistening.
True love looks like dazzling Sun
wonderful strong steady glow
entwined in joy and grief
continuous pearly flow.
Perfect love offers shelter
being cool calm and quiet,
yet bubbling blood brings flood,
romantic and passionate.
03/29/17
Puppy Love Vs.True Love Contest by Eve Roper
Second Place
I have no thoughts she said
I laughed, thinking she was kidding.
I have not had a thought since 1978, she added.
This was curious and made her intriguing in a weird way.
I have never been this excited about her.
But now she had primed my interest pump.
I insisted on knowing more; she was suddenly somebody.
What do you mean? I asked her, expecting a fantastic story.
She tried to think but nothing came out.
I have no thoughts, she said.
Why did you throw out 1978? I asked.
I have no idea, she said. I have no idea and no thoughts.
I was irritated now.
She had gone from potentially glamorous and exciting
to just another person who did not know how to use their words.
Totally thoughtless
Well, here we are at the start of a brand new day
Who knows what exciting new things lie just ahead
Will I win the Lotto?
Might have had a better chance had I purchased a ticket
Will a long lost friend suddenly reappear?
Not likely since he passed away a few years back
Will I regain my youthful, debonaire, good looks?
Did I ever have them?
Dreams can be so realistic at times
That when we wake, it takes us a bit of time
To clear our heads and get back to reality
Have you ever tried remembering a dream
How frustrating is that
You know it was filled with joy, laughter, and good times
But can't remember it no matter how hard we try
Strange but so very annoying
Sure would be great to continue on where we left off
The mind... a real enigma!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I used to pass an empty house
On my way home from school
I was only ten years old then
I heard that older people lived
There
But I never saw them.
Found old photos
Showed them to Dad
Where’d you get them he asked?
Found them in the old house I said
Then he and mother spoke
In the privacy of their bedroom
I saw the shadows of their arms
Move
And point toward my room
This was the 1950’s
Times were different
And some things
Were just never talked about.
When the old house was torn down
I went inside
To look
And to explore
Kicking an odd piece of dirt
The soft rotted wood moved
And something flipped up
Bones
Some as big as my leg.
But it was the damp smell of decay
That I remembered
Vividly
Even at that time
When anything new
Was always exciting
This was different
I had not experienced anything like this before
But I would years later
Ten years later
A decade to wait.
I was In Country
Two tours
Separated from my group
Never found
Missing in action
But really I’m dead
Been like this for years
All that’s left
Of me
Are bone fragments
Part of a femur
And a scratch of faded cloth
Scattered over a vast green landscape
At the edge of a jungle.
Occasionally I hear digging sounds
Not the heavy shovel kind
But a gentle probing
Of earth
Someone intent on finding something
But not wishing to disturb
They haven’t found me
Yet
So I still wait.
I never got used to the damp smell of decay
But just the same I take solace
In that smell
Because it reminds me of
Long ago
When I was just a schoolboy
Coming home.
Again the well of poetry was dry,
My pail was drawing up no deep inspired
Thought or subject matter. All was dull, tired,
Stale water, no exciting trick to try.
Once more the fountain gave me naught but sigh
And sigh of lukewarm breadth — of old expired
Content, no fresh drop of song so desired.
Blessed muse of music, you heard my dire cry!
Pulling at the cord, hoisting and heaving,
I felt the bucket slosh again—with life!
Patiently, ladling out ideas delayed,
I splashed myself with fresh drink. Relieving
A murky mind, I felt renewed and rife.
And thus of nothingness was something made.
Gotta pain here in the depth of my soul
Kinda nice, hope it stays forever
Not complaining, I am yelling it out loud
This feeling will be with me ever
Want the world to know this absolute joy
Everyone can enjoy this feeling
Trust your heart, it won't let you down
It's started my heart a-reeling
Is there anything more exciting in life
Than the feel of two tender lips
Pressing on yours in a passionate embrace
From love's nectar we take a sip
You've heard the expression 'over the moon'
Pretty sure that most people know
It's an accurate way to describe this feeling
Accept it and just let it flow
Gotta pain here in the depth of my soul
Kinda nice, hope it stays forever
© Jack Ellison 2014
MOON SPOON
I missed you, felt sad on New Moon
It seemed you were far away
Descent crescent Moon sent sweet scent
to ignite my passion.
Ardent ardor peeped in heart
Half Moon showed her face making me zealous.
Gibbous Moon mesmerized like a ghost
Exciting dream flooded me on illusion
Overwhelmed on Full Moon rise
You winked at me with witty blink
to spoon my love on Moonshine.
10/29/17
10/29/17
Moon Spoon Contest by Kai Michael Neumann
On a broad street 'neath spreading sycamores sits a stately dwelling.
Its elegance and surrounding grounds are so very compelling.
Gracious gardens and towering pines enhance its wide expanse,
All girded by a charming, yet sturdy, white iron picket fence.
Gingerbread ornamentation adorns its every eave and gable.
At the rear of the house stands a horse and carriage stable.
In my minds-eye I sit upon its front porch, so very inviting,
To muse upon its past and what made life there so exciting.
I see eloquent ladies and gentlemen arriving for a gala affair,
Happily anticipating the fellowship that awaits them there.
Outside huge flakes of snow waft gently to the earth,
But inside a blazing fire welcomes them to its cozy hearth.
The grandfather clock in the hall intones its sonorous chimes.
For decades it has dwelled there, overseeing happy times.
In the parlor a grand pump organ reposes by yon wall,
If only it could speak, what special memories it might recall!
The house has weathered the ravages of time with exquisite grace,
Providing warmth and comfort, when life moved at a slower pace.
Built to last for generations, built when guild took pride;
There, generations of genteel folk, loved, laughed and cried!
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Enchanted House" Contest