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Valentine’s Day. People who have a honey are thinking up surprises.
Imagining their sweetheart’s face as they cook up something wonderful.
But will it be terrific enough? Will it be fabulous enough?
Will it be the Valentines Day of the Valentines’ Days?
This is why I think every day should be Valentines Day
Except for Valentine’s Day. That should be Cuddle
and watch your favorite movie day.
And it does not have to be a human cuddler.
You could cuddle with a cat, a dog, a squirrel, or an opossum.
I will not back down. I know many women who are
Opinionated and proud of themselves and thoroughly
Enjoying Valentines Day being with their fur babies.
Sometimes that is the best thing they can do for themselves.
I know two women who celebrate their most favorite self
By being alone on Valentine’s Day, cherishing their independence,
Loving the things they get to do, without anyone else’s input or whining ways.
I applaud them. For they have discovered the sheer fun in honoring themselves.
Whatever your circumstances, celebrate yourself every day.
The most awesome relationship is with yourself, so please celebrate you.
I do not think anyone can be disappointed who lives their soul dreams.
Whatever you used to like to do, do that.
A sad love story,
A luxury ship,
In broken pieces,
A girl and a boy,
A heart-shaped diamond.
An old woman,
Tells the story,
Of Rose and Jack,
The doomed lovers.
Rose so lost,
Life mindless,
And endless.
And Jack,
Artist.
Poor.
Bow of ship meeting,
Love their destiny,
The heart will go on,
Unsinkable ship,
O, but it did sink.
Row boats for rich,
Desperation,
Freezing water,
Lovers entwine.
The ship split,
My heart will,
Go on . . . on.
The song,
Music.
Sad.
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January 2, 2016
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/The Ship Of Dreams, Titanic
Copyright Protected, ID 16-740-847-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Favorite Movie
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Remembering the sun those days
the smell of the sea
northwest breeze.
A thought flew thru me
hit me brought me back again
is that you?
I close my eyes
stumble around the rocks
a memory saved of you I find.
Then another thought flows thru me
hits me while I'm here
must be you.
Time got lost inside my mind.
But thoughts of you I always find.
Open my eyes not here I cry.
Take me to the beach where seagulls fly.
I close my eyes to dream of you.
I close my eyes to dream I'll be with you.
I close my eyes to love on you.
I close my eyes to dream to be with you.
Those summer nights with friends at parties
we were young once
flying kites.
As the sun covered me
the ocean deep blue
I remember set you free.
Now I watch those good old times
in my head
favorite movie I hit rewind.
What I remember most with you
lieing there all night
with you feeling right.
Time got lost inside my mind.
Memories of you I always find.
I close my eyes just to have that time to dream of you.
At the beach where seagulls fly.
With you if I could again I would again with you.
I close my eyes just to dream of you.
In my dream I could again with you.
Oh yes with you all over again.
Twice a million times with you.
Its you with I would again.
If I could again oh yes,
I would with you again.
Seems these days there’s a million shows,
of every make and every kind.
Trying to find that perfect one,
it is enough to blow my mind.
I flipped though all the streaming stuff,
I admit I have quite a few.
Searching and scrolling, looking for,
something that’s exciting and new.
After what seemed like an hour,
I found the one I wanted to see.
I leaned back in my recliner,
just my popcorn, my blanket and me.
I woke up three hours later,
the movie played and was gone.
The screen said are you still watching,
would you like to see another one.
With all these choices I have now,
I am afraid I must confess.
I don’t search through them anymore,
I just watch reruns of NCIS.
A humble tribute to a favorite movie
a tall story by director Jim Henson
who later created the Muppets
While most people struggle to create
and save their best works for last
this was not the case for this superstar
On the surface maybe a movie for kids
but no one is fooled by this masterpiece
young and old there are layers for all
Hansen's movie is pure genius
and touched me to my very core
in a haunting surreal way
It deals with innocence in the midst of
the balance of good and evil in the world
definitely a must see movie
This classic dates back to 1982
but its subtle spiritual aspects
stayed with me through life
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
While there's no salvation
From a doubtful offense,
He drains in a pained cell
Watching stars from a hole
That ignites burnt desire;
To soar the eagle's flight
And imprisoned dream
bears uncertainty
when sundown fades off,
that rams jailhouse chains
pinching more bruised nights.
Yet… he still grasps
strong will’s escape,
and burn candles
holding time's grace.
In his world…
fervor roams;
bathed by hope
reaping
new days
free!
Written 1/17/2016
Your Favorite Movie Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
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The-Shawshank-Redemption/overview
It’s again that time of year
To celebrate Christ’s birth and fill yourself with cheer
Enjoy the cold and all the snow
Kiss loved ones under the mistletoe
Let’s make this year one to remember
Rejoice on the twenty fifth of December
Hang stockings above the fire place
Drink eggnog to put a smile on your face
Sing carols out loud by candle light
Read poems to family like T’was the Night
Wrap presents and put them under the tree
T’is the season to be jolly
Give your candy canes a lick
Put out milk and cookies as you wait for St. Nick
What should you buy them it’s a tough decision
Bask in your favorite holiday tradition
Send your cards and make your calls
Feel the spirit as you deck your halls
Dream of a White Christmas as you look out your window
It won’t be the same without your favorite movie or show
Remember its better to give and watch someone else’s thrill
And toward your fellow man reach out with goodwill
Give your heart as a gift and never doubt
That this is what this season is all about
I first saw her at an outdoor cafe
patting her dog cozying under the table,
with her dark sunglasses and her fluorescent yellow jacket,
inspecting the crowd.
"May I join you?" I asked and she didn't mind.
Inevitably we started a friendly chit chat and
she said she had a lot on her mind, school and all,
and I told her what was really on my mind,
looking for a date to enjoy Summer together.
"I could be your date," she jolted and so we began
on a more serious footing within minutes, asking
questions that were relevant on our mind.
Did she like sports and what was her favorite movie?
She said she was more into music than movies and
was a fan of David Bowie.
I too had eclectic taste and liked musicals.
We talked incessantly about Bowie and his 'Little China Girl'. Her
mother was Spanish from Central America, her father a linguist,
conveniently aiding the ruse.
She asked me if I liked dogs and
Yes I said wondering how old hers was? She said 12 and then I
wondered if that was not too old for a dog and she said she hoped not.
We were clearly a match and I had to rush to work and we exchanged numbers
and that's when I noticed for the first time she was blind.
How deftly the eye deceives. She was concealing herself in plain sight.
Of course, she knew how quickly this could make me disappear, but I
queried further.
Losing your eyes is easier than you can imagine, she said, recounting the moment she was caught at a Paris demo, a curiosity factor with the gilets jaune, and the ruthless police spray, blinding hundreds, and then I was thinking, maybe she wants a younger husband in her tender age, my
premonition told me of her absolute future devotion to me, until the day she
touched the bald spot and then our love lost its innocence.
Touch here,
sink your finger in my head, but it was for my lips that her finger
hushed me, just like Bowie's little China girl.
The other day on our morning walk…while by a lake enjoying the view…Deborah turned to me and said, “This is one of my favorite things to do.”
As we gazed out on the water I thought about how often this occurs…and I smiled at my good fortune for having married her.
For long ago marrying this woman who has a host of favorites…so many from which to choose…for instance she has more than one favorite author, favorite actor, favorite movie…favorite pair of shoes.
More than one favorite color, favorite dessert, favorite holiday…favorite book…favorite music, favorite animal, favorite place…and food to cook.
I use to tease her about the word favorite…after all the word means paramount…but she has so many favorites…I long ago lost count.
With each year we’ve been together, however, the more life has moved along…I’ve come to realize she is right…and it’s me who has been wrong,
She is a constant reminder…wherever life takes us…as each day we muddle through it…It’s not only important what we see…but how we choose to view it.
How wonderful for her…how extraordinary…how extremely rare…to be able to walk through life…finding favorites everywhere.
Imagine the anticipation…to wake up every morning and say…”I wonder if today…is going to be my favorite day?”
Imagine, if you were open to it, if you were so inclined…all the miracles you’d discover…all the favorites you might find.
So now, like the other day, when she adds another favorite to her list…
I have no reason to tease or doubt her…
because the fact she has so many favorites…
is one of my favorite things about her.
"Oh, hi!"
"Uh, huh?"
"Sorry did I wake you?"
"No this is my resting tree face."
"Oh thank goodness. Did they tell you I was coming?"
"No one tells me anything. Will you please stop doing circles around my trunk?"
"Sorry, I'm a skipping stone. It's kind of my thing."
"Is disobeying Newtonian laws of physics also your thing?"
"You sound like my mom."
"Why are you here?"
"I need to interview a dying tree for my school project. I picked you!"
"You go to school?"
"Pebbles Academy, can you believe it? They said it was based on my application essay. Do you wanna know the title?"
"No--"
"Stuck Between a Rock and Unrealistic Expectations of my Family."
"Title's too long."
"Can we start?"
"Start what?"
"The interview."
"I guess. I do have a nail appointment at 5."
"Oh."
"I'm just kidding! I can't move to make an appointment and I don't have nails. Fire away."
"What do you admire most?"
"Flexibility. I used to be flexible. Not so much anymore."
"Hm. Fascinating. What's you biggest fear?"
"The sound of a chainsaw. And department store vans filled with furniture."
"Favorite movie quote?"
(Austrian accent) "I'll be bark!"
"If you were stuck on a deserted island what 3 things would you bring with you?"
"A copy of Pyramid of Success by John Wooden, a copy of the The Wooden Bible, and a DVD of Castaway. I'll figure out how to watch it later."
"What is you biggest regret?"
"I never took a chance in life. I'm just too grounded."
"My last question: in 5 words or less, what advice would you give to a young sapling?"
"Leave it to beaver. Honestly beavers do most of the work around here."
"Thanks again, old tree."
"Anytime, skipping rock."
With that the rock skipped away and into a floating stream.
Left in the quiet, the trees branches swayed in the breeze.
The old tree sighed, a slow groaning creak.
"Anyone else need help finishing assignments?"
At once fawn and fauna crept out of the grassy shadows,
With tiny notebooks and miniscule writing utensils they slunk.
They crept to the edge of the old trees roots,
as many had waited for this moment their entire lives.