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Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
A cup of tea is life
_____________
Red daisy and on it, your hand's impression
the tree trunk, squirrel and the sun in a session
lifting the paddy root with an edgy sickle
A teacup and the lips in a morning cohesion
The horse ready; the rider too pulls his socks up
Circling two lips, the bird is whistling up
With back on the tree, the sun catches the larks
The clock on wall striking seven and half
A cup of tea is life, and a sickle is the yield
Two dogs came running from across the field
You walk down the street wearing large eyeglasses
Behind the dark tinge, a strategy is concealed
A suggestion through metaphors or images is poetry.
A concrete meaning is perhaps not necessary
©? Probir Gupta
26 February 2023
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
And I never left home without it, like opening red tulip, at sunrise wakeup.
Friends fascinated like fire opals, bringing fetching colors into a vibrant life;
And we relished flaming, flamboyant Fridays, under maroon skies of strife.
Flavorful fruits were fanatically ripening, when feel-good family visited me.
Fiery red raspberries and fat blueberries, fell beneath puff clouds, so pretty.
I lived in the house of sudden mists, in oranges, pinks, purple and scarlet,
Where any day could be right for lovely visions, before the sky grew starlit.
Snap peas and sweet potatoes grew in the gardens, along my sunny street,
In days of searing, scarlet sun salutes, and gold hours of pause and repeat.
Nearby noon gave nectarine notice, as neighborly neighbors came visiting,
When green nature bore a heatwave, like the nesting woodpecker, knocking.
Pink fairy wings bloomed fantasy gardens, as the yellow tiger lilies roared;
And the dragon lulus breathed fire, like ardor cooling for one, once adored.
Brain cacti meditated summer greenery, whilst toad lilies attracted insects;
And pink bottlebrushes swept away sad blues, scrubbing aside dour defects.
I was attending a Fourth of July cook out, hosted by the fondest of families;
But the makeup I'd ordered was late, forcing me to put aside pure vanities!
By the time I left for the plum, pleasant party, I was feeling oddly liberated;
And family and friends did not notice my lack, like stars, clouds obliterated.
I had a lovely time that rosy day, when martins sang like the Fourth of July,
Amidst mauve festivity and lemon sunshine, and bellflowers ringing nearby!
The lesson I learned that vivid day, is to glam up or not, according to mood,
For people are still loveable either way, like faint dawn moon, briefly viewed.
The mess is creeping up into my guts
Giving me a punch. I turn my cheek so it does not slap me.
Clutter tightens the unhappy bands around my heart.
Makes me feel depressed, lethargic.
Energy level is a thousand past zero.
I am helpless now. Stagnant. Immobile.
Overwhelmed, I feel myself shut down.
What would you do it this was your mess? Internal voice asks me.
This irritates me because it IS my mess.
There is caramel corn glued to the end table.
It lies under a pile of toothpicks, aspirin bottles, and eyeglasses.
Magazines, a dictionary, and a half cup of moldy tea.
There could be a family of porcupines in there somewhere.
How about we start small? The voice asks.
I did not think it would be possible to shut me down any harder but it is.
It takes me a month to finally get a knife and scrape up the caramel corn.
In fifteen minutes the entire table is clean.
I feel younger and happier than I have in six months.
I feel alive.
Want to start on the kitchen? The voice asks.
I shut down quickly.
The two fell in love almost too quickly
Rich and Carla
Carla and Rich
Wanted to get married
After only three weeks?
Rich’s mother and sister were invited to Carla’s folks for supper
On the book shelf was a marvelous photo of Rich and Carla
Rich’s mother’s feelings were hurt; she did not have that photo
“Lovely picture of Rich and Carla,” she said to Carla’s mother.
“What picture?”
She pointed it out.
“That’s not Rich and Carla, that’s Carla and Donnie, her ex.”
Rich’s mother looked a bit closer at the photo.
She walked closer to the photo.
Same hair, same expression, same eyeglasses.
The hair stood up on the back of her neck.
*Image of Eyeglasses & Book by Pixabay.
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a decent soul blest a grant of images, illustrates beginnings reflecting throughout, occasions from the first expended journey when the hourglass stretched... abandoned worn diaries fragmenting chapters riddled with episodes, loosely bordered in leather, amassing dust...twilight dreamingly drifts near midnight twinkling stars, drooping its points into dawn's golden sleigh and graces a constant star...alone neath natural light swapped for lonelier nocturnal light, and a smile on a face dons from smiles narrowly shared, yet gently eyes serve an absence, and untouched renewed breathes life,
a paired life courses
here and there prompts everywhere ~
on earth earning wings
2023 February 05
It Means A Lot To Me
~Regina McIntosh
*HMS.
Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . .
In another time, under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi
Party, millions deemed undesirable were murdered, including children,
imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps and extermination camps or were
shot, or hanged. The first exterminations of prisoners took place in the
month of September, 1941. Those not killed in the gas chambers died
of starvation, forced labor, disease, self inflicted death, and medical
experiments. Prisoners were forced to staff the gas chambers. After they
were dead the bodies were burned in ovens or tossed into pits like garbage.
They had stripped them of their clothes, stripped them of all dignity.
Piles of shoes, clothing, eyeglasses, suitcases even baby things taken.
Today those things are in museums to honor forever the millions of dead.
Hundreds of Germans staffed the camps but only 12% have been convicted
of war crimes. Auschwitz was liberated on January 27, 1945 but most of
the population had been evacuated and sent on a death march. All this,
was in another time. Hopefully the world has learned from this horrific
time in history. Black and white pictures of unimaginable scenes are
witness to what happened during the years 1933 to 1945. But the scenes
I see on the news seem that the world has not learned the lesson well and
leave me weeping and weeping for those who suffer.
I saw an image
of a women with children-
death their destiny
____________________________
July 14, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Senryu/Weeping Still
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-673-07-14
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written in 2016
sponsor, Laura Loo
Third Place
PUT YOUR FOOTLE OUT YOUR MOUTH
Here's Fred Froogle
Bald headed
Wears eyeglasses
He used to wear boots
Feet itch so
Soaks feet in toilet bowl
Sprinkles talcum powder on his nose
Drinks hot Coca Cola
Sucks his heal
Spits out his foot before a meal
Foot kiss ashy nights
Walks on shredded broken glass
Swollen breath toe jam dress
Spitting toe nails
Choking on my heals
Can't walk foot caught
Put your foot out your mouth
3/2/18
Written Words by James Edward Lee ©2018
Is it fair that youth is beauty
That the best we can ever be
Is before we are twenty three
Why can't a wrinkle be sexy
Who says grey hairs are icky
Contact lenses are too tricky
Comfort and ease of eyeglasses
Tri focal eyeglasses
But why, but how, when
Did youth escape and old fogey begin
The burden of life's responsibilities
The worry of offspring indeed
The need for success
The desire to impress
That weather our smooth silky skin
Into worn leather feel rough and thin
Tooth loss and baldness
Nose hairs and body aches
Disease and numbness
Hot flashes and body shakes
Dimming of senses
Enlargement of ears
Shrinking by inches
New things are fears
Tired blood and blue veins
Forgetting whats her name
Corns and bunions
Yelling at them youngins
Jello instead of steak
Maalox replaces milkshakes
Eat dinner at four asleep by nine
Can't believe the speed of time
Is it fair that youth is beauty
Why can't being old be better
Then aches from change of weather
To using a cain instead of raising it
Gumming a steak until you can't spit
Just think how sexy you will be
If you finally reach forty three
Lets change our perspective
Not be so narrowly selective
Enough of the smooth shapely firm
Cute bouncing buns we had and yearn
Let's hear it for the pale faded
Wrinkled saggy way nature made it
Posteriors of the more mature crowd
On second thought without my glasses
Youth is beauty
Enjoy while its yours
To celebrate his new glasses,
home a nearsighted dragon, did fly.
the doctor had truly, helped his sight.
A party he’d throw, full of savories;
on many delicacies, his friends would feed.
All night they’d party, till morning’s light.
His patio torches, he’d blow on to light;
water spots, he’d removed, from every glass.
He decided a menu, for his friends, to feed.
Off to the grocery, with his bags, he did fly;
oh, how he did savor,
his brand new, eyesight.
Dragon, in flight, was a curious sight;
with bags full of food, he did alight.
Dragon truly savored,
his shiny new eyeglasses.
but as turbulence hit, off they did fly;
causing him to drop his many bags of feed.
With no food, for his friends, upon which, to feed;
he dove, in an attempt, to restore his sight;
that nearsighted dragon in half-blind flight.
He looked drunk as the dickens, in broad daylight.
Though he recovered his glasses;
his sight, again, to savor.
Now he could see, to recover, his savory
menu and headed home, for his friends, to feed.
First he tied on his glasses,
as to not, lose his sight.
The coals on his grill, he simply blew, to light,
as his guests all arrived, in true dragon flight.
Hungry dragons in flight,
arrived, dined and savored,
the meal, he’d prepared by torch light.
On mushrooms and steak and potatoes they did feed;
oh, it was such a bright, festive sight
and they toasted him, with a great clinking of glasses.
Twenty dragons, still too full, to fly;
bedded down, in his cavern, by the morning light.
In dreams, they’d re-savor,
the spread; what a sight!
Dragon’s friends, just as planned, he truly did feed;
all thanks to his shiny new eyeglasses.