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HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).
How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.
Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.
Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.
I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.
Form:
I got a part-time job
of which i"m very fond.
It is down at the South Inch
at the local boating pond.
I help to sell the tickets
and call out when they"re done,
and in this sunny weather
it really is quite fun.
There are fifteen rowing boats
and paddlers if you must,
but there are no sailing dinghy"s
the wind here does not gust.
The job it needs attention,
you have a pen and book.
To keep track of everybody,
and you have to look...
to see that all is well
and no one misbehaves.
The waters only three foot deep
but their life you"d have to save.
But on one Saturday,
the pond was really busy
so much going on
my head was really dizzy.
I looked into my book.
What is a man to do.
I could not hurry time
there will always be a queue.
"Number six your time is up"
I called with little choice.
Then looked across the water
as they ignored my voice.
"Number six,"I faintly croaked,
"are you doing fine?"
and then the penny dropped
"In trouble number nine?"
My yard is alive today. Everything is moving out there, with the wet grass and
Mosquitoes and wood-ticks, and other biting things hiding in the waiting grass.
At first I thought I saw some other puppies out there.
Puppies are on the brain lately here.
It began hopping in a peculiar way.
A really bushy tail.
Oh, good, a squirrel. Three of them actually, collecting walnuts.
Good. I want them gone, since I am allergic to them.
Why does my apple tree have small bead-like berries on it instead of apples?
I stand closer to the window. My apple tree is being drowned by a renegade mulberry tree.
No wonder I did not have many apples for my deer this year.
What I can instantly ascertain from my perch up high, I did not notice when I was on the ground.
How did I fail to notice this fifteen foot renegade tree when I was standing next to the apple tree yesterday?
My crepe myrtles are moving. Come to think of it, everything is moving.
This is the first long hard rain we have had in a long time.
I watch a robin hopping toward an empty bird feeder.
I should go out there, but it is wood-tick weather.
Everything is alive out there today!
I read your letter just the other day
From fifteen year old you
remembering music we use to play
The things we use to do
Then you moved back to your
Southern home
I missed your smile each day
But grateful to our God above
He'd ever sent you my way
Memories of so long ago
Those young teen girls we use to know
Folded letters from long time past
My dear sweet friend, years flew by fast
Now decades later, time / space apart
My longest old time friend,
I hold you close within my heart
Until we meet again
I'm a strong flying solitary hunter; living up to
fifteen years in the wild and almost twice that
in captivity. I'm one of the world's largest owls.
I rule the night, hunting in the bitterly cold, desolate
Arctic region. That's my domain. I can also
be seen haunting in broad daylight!
My intense, large golden eyes is a camera;
I see as clear as an Eagle. I mostly swoop down
on lemmings, but I also don't spare rabbits, hares,
and small birds. I have a harsh intimidating bark
when put on the defensive. I migrate south
when prey is in short supply.
Since there are no trees found on the tundra,
I build my nests in a hollow in the ground.
And I will protect my nest aggressively against
Arctic foxes, wolves; even Polar bears. I'm a force
to be reckoned with! My thick feathers keep me
warm and insulated in the freezing cold.
As a male, my plumage is nearly all white with
a few black markings in my feathers. As a female,
I have much more, and I'm larger in appearance.
I command a large territory to breed. My loud hoots
can be heard more than five miles away. I fiercely defend
my territory against Invaders, my own kind included!
As a female, I'm just as formidable as a male,
and I'm equipped with longer talons. I'm quite
an intelligent bird of prey. Sometimes I feign injury
by crawling on the ground, dragging along my wings
to lure a predator away from laid eggs or my young.
Let there be no doubt, I'm an owl among owls!
Date written: 01/31/2012
Michael
From another world, a childlike soul, supremely talented, painfully shy
Brother to Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La Toya, Marlon, Randy and Janet
Lover of all animals, the human race, the World
Who felt World pain, compassion, cruelty to animals and children
He feared his father, incredible fear of pain and fear of being murdered
Would like to have seen a united World, be a Great entertainer, to heal the Earth
Resident of Neverland in Santa Barbara, California for fifteen years
Jackson
14th January 2019
Competition: Writing Challenge 2, January 19, Bio
Sponsor: Dear Heart
2nd place
We never could get on. This was the last
of our attempts to find the golden mean.
We'd come here to the South of France, with wives,
a summer holiday of mending fences,
two colleagues seeking ways to rub along.
In Antibes (or in Aix - I don't recall),
as we were strolling down some tree-lined street,
I noticed an hotel. So very French.
Neat wooden shutters, graceful balcony.
The plaque above the threshold caught my eye:
"Here, on this very balcony, the great
Napoleon, escaped from Elba, made
an inspired speech. His fortunes at low ebb,
and hunted by his foreign enemies,
he spoke to France, and France took up his call.
His former soldiers, sent to capture him,
threw down their arms and wept. So Bonaparte,
here on this spot, resolved to fight again,
and see what kind of mistress Fate might prove."
Here. On this spot. A bankrupt, beaten man,
that Spring of eighteen fifteen, chose to roll
the dice again, to shape Earth's destiny.
I heard "Vive l'Empereur!" I felt the drums!
"You're so insensitive!" an English cry
thrust through my daydream like a metal spike.
McGill was pointing to a motor-bike.
"You walked right past this awesome piece of kit,
And didn't even notice!" That was it.
The die was cast. For good or ill, I knew
my fate lay elsewhere. This was Waterloo.
All hope of reconciliation gone,
McGill and I had crossed our Rubicon.
WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL
Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish
extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one
full swallow of a child... Horrible!
Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish!
However, the tipped nightmare fuel
incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous.
Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy,
killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs.
Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all--
measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind!
Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads,
originally are found in South and Central America!
Power and beauty
quiets all his challengers when Percheron
runs, runs fast in a horse race!
Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning!
Their claws can do some serious damage!
Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox:
vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea...
Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs!
Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years.
Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths,
zings we have are just their toys!
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***Source:
http://www.viralnova.com/giant-animals/ and
http://diply.com/different-solutions/20-unbelievably-giant-animals/30768/4
***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat
==Sponsor Name: Broken Wings==
=Contest Name: Trashed #2=
==6th place==
O. E. Guillermo
2:49pm, September 04, 2015
Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love
Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all
French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb
Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise
Wailing, screaming, and keening were things I was not
familiar with, until I got the shingles in a very tender place.
Then they became my go-to-noises. My husband had to wear
headphones, because it was so loud, so guttural and horrific.
He could not take it, and frankly, neither could I. I had never made
these sounds before, I did not know I could, but I did.
I have new medicine that means I no longer wail or scream.
Weirdly, I am also no longer able to stand upright and walk without
almost falling down. I am not alarmed because I had twelve
kinds of pills before a doctor prescribed something that kept me from
spending my whole day screaming, wailing, and keening, begging for death.
I am now stumbling around in a fog, but falling back into bed is better than what I had been doing for the past seventeen days.
Every once in a while it feels like a tiny devil with a pitchfork puts gasoline on
it, and lights it with a campfire and shoves it up my right hip,
This is preferable to the fifteen minute intervals it had been
happening for seventeen days in a row. These new meds are
keeping me down, because I am afraid to get up, but I am
snoring in a very comfortable deep sleep, which is so preferable
to running around screaming, shrieking, wailing and bawling louder
than I have ever bawled in my life.
I am a rag doll, only wincing in pain once in a great while rather than
every ten minutes. I am understanding drug addicts much better now;
maybe they started out just wanting their pain to stop. I had no idea what
level of pain a person could endure before this affliction grabbed me and stabbed me and burned me and kept me keening, wailing, and screaming. I believe I will be better at my job now, more empathetic, and less judgemental toward people who wisely decide to reduce their pain.