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It was a windy day
My kite was practically blowing away
But I was in a good mood
Because a bologna sandwich is my kind of food
Grandma skipped the mustard, put mayo on mine
Because she knows me, and she is really quite fine.
My cousins were with me, but they gave me some space
‘Cause I had Bruto with me and he wanted a taste.
Bruto is my dog, loyal to a fault, but sneaks a bite
I had to watch him closely while I was flying my kite
My cousin Ally came over and tried to entice him away
But he is my dog through and through every single day
The grass was soft, the day was warm, but not too hot
My cousins were there, and they number a lot.
Eleven firsts, but with the seconds, maybe twenty-two.
I ate my sandwich, and there were brownies too.
It was 1967, a terrific year to be a boy in Cedar Falls.
We made a day of it, played with jump ropes and balls.
Our mothers yelled for us for supper, and there was dessert.
We were grimy and happy after a day in the dirt.
Watermelon was brought out at the end of the night.
We were dragged away from Grandma’s, it was a sad sight.
When I am having a bad day, I think back to that time.
A fabulous day, a week after I had just turned nine.
i was seven the day they knocked —
“can we play with the spanish girls?”
yaphia and tarita,
smiling like the sun outside our door.
mama laughed,
said “spanish girls?”
because yaphia’s father was puerto rican too.
and that was the start -
the start of everything.
we held each other like secrets -
first periods, first kisses, first heartbreaks,
all the firsts we whispered into the walls.
we cut class, we laughed, we cried,
we failed, we succeeded,
we survived.
there were things no one said out loud -
but we carried them all the same,
in glances, in silence,
in the way Fire looked when no one was watching,
in the way Tarita’s smile flickered just before the storm.
we’re mothers now,
with children and husbands and lives that pull us apart,
but when we meet -
time folds.
no distance, no years,
just the same three girls
with the same unspoken pact.
whatever secret needs telling,
we tell.
whatever joy needs celebrating,
we celebrate.
no questions asked.
no judgment given.
we are more than what tried to break us.
we are the mothers, the sisters, the keepers of light
who never forgot how to hold each other.
we carry each other still -
in laughter, in tears, in the spaces between.
and i love you, girls,
more than words in this letter can hold.
thank you for being my safe place -
then, now, always.
Las Vegas. We will have a blast! Have your husband get us tickets.
My husband got them, encouraged me greatly.
All was terrific.
Las Vegas never sleeps.
But we did.
With blinking lights, car horns, and a constant drone
Outside the windows.
So we barely slept.
We went to some shows.
The Beatles "love" show was awesome.
David Copperfield's magic show still has me amazed.
I let out a scream from hell when he appeared in front of me
Several hundred feet from the stage where he just disappeared.
I had blisters on my feet by hour two.
By day two I was running around Vegas in slippers
Because my feet were too swollen to wear shoes.
I was limping and leaning on my friend, miserable.
We were up early. No one else seemed to be.
We saw people sleeping on the sidewalk.
One or two had their butt cracks in the air.
I would have covered them but there are no blankets.
Vegas is a place you need to see,
But I would not recommend going there more than once.
The food is inexpensive, but the buffets cost more than a limo ride.
The people are accomodating, but full of bad directions.
We got too silly at gambling machines, and ended up leaving our shared
Cup of quarters in a casino. Driving there was treacherous and awful.
Last vacation with a friend I had traveled with yearly up until
This trip. Vegas - a trip of firsts and a trip of lasts.
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To quote as truth a source for which
You otherwise show great disdain
Is humorous at best, a stitch
That some might say was not quite sane.
And if you cherish this sweet book,
But have not read it much of late,
It’s time you took another look,
And gave some other verses weight.
If Genesis is normative
For when it is all life begins
Then we should take a closer look
At other verses close therein.
For “breath of life” can only be
Applied to one by “Adam” called;
That you’d apply this verse to Eve?
Oh, exegete! Do be appalled!
In fifteen verses, very clear,
We see God do a nice ad lib,
Puts Adam in a heavy sleep
And liberates Eve from his rib!
Now something here just can’t be right;
No, something here just doesn’t jive.
God’s “breath of life” did not her grace;
The woman cannot be alive!
To call these verses normative
Is simply ludicrous, of course.
The “breath of life” God gave the dust?
Not air, but animating force.
And in this telling of our firsts
neither of them come from a womb,
So literal or figurative,
we need to give these verses room.
A babe will breath when it is born
On schedule or ahead of time.
You know that’s not the entry point:
As silly as a talking mime.
Way back in John, when Christ appears
upon arising, after death,
Gives the disciples Spirit then,
Conferring it with sacred breath.
Were they then dead before he breathed?
In some sense, yes, perhaps contrived
Christ’s Spirit thus has come to stay;
Spiritually, they are alive.
You don’t belive that labor does
Somehow propel those clumps of cells
By magic through the birth canal
And then form babes when they’re expelled?
Of course not, or there’d be a glitch
In logic with regard to sections.
But nobody believes all that;
it's just a case of misdirection.
We read a babe lept in the womb;
In Psalms, He forms our inward parts.
Christ, too, alive, ere left the tomb,
And now, he’s giving life to hearts.
Let’s study then, the scriptures well;
Bereans be: look for yourself.
Review in depth when life begins,
Not leave His counsel on the shelf?
When I first viewed your pictures in the net
I knew I saw an Angel yet to be discovered.
When I first sent you a message
my hope of having a heavenly experience with you was created.
When I first read your response,
I felt so fulfilled and accomplished.
When I first talked to you through the Phone,
you made me so warm, Tender and calm.
When I first chat with you,
I realized how lucky I am to behold
a rare germ and a wonderful companion.
When I first saw you laugh,
you sounded soft and too feminine to be real.
After my first physical acquaintance with you,
I was already so scared of missing you.
When I first hugged and held you tightly,
I prayed you will be mine and mine alone forever.
When I first kissed you,
I knew I have fallen in Love with you already.
When I missed you passionately for the first time,
I vowed never to allow you out of my sight again.
You are my first lady, the first to mother my Children.
The first to make them 3 and the first to watch them grow
with me.
If there would ever be a second
to any or some or all of these experiences,
you'd be the first to be second or even third
or even the hundredth and all.
Gearing up to what should be magical
Special winter to be a first of firsts
Brand spanking new at the grand-parent thing
Marshmallow snowsuits, sleighs and Santa Claus
First fluffy snowflakes falling from above
The Christmas tree lit up with shiny balls
Starring our nine-month old baby darling
Picturing with glee the sheer confusion
Crazy folk coaxing him to be wreckless
Bows, ribbons and coloured flashy paper
A few minutes of this and he’ll get bored
To make him magnificently happy
He just wants a cardboard box and cookie
Our Christmases will never be the same
Knowing next year he’ll be more into it
Now we just drool at all the photo ops !
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest MY WINTER sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - November 17, 2017 - RANKED 5TH
Alistar Brandt led his men up the trail,
the sun high, the sky clear of rain or hail,
across long slopes, beneath mountains rocky,
vultures soaring between the ragged peaks,
behind him rode five members of his gang,
rough-hewn men who the law would love to hang,
but today they looked for a man of old,
who was farming these lands, they had been told.
They came across a cabin on a knoll,
a barn nearby, the spot they had been told,
corral nearby held half a dozen pigs,
nearby grew potatoes you’d have to dig,
between, a well, where a big man did work,
drawing buttons of water from the earth,
his clothes weathered, but his frame just as large
upon which Alistair knew there were scars.
It was their man, named Dan Smith to the world,
was strong enough to lift a steer and hurl,
he’d rode with them until three years ago
when he’d got caught, sentenced to prison’s woes.
He once had called himself Dan the Deadly,
but all had joked, called him Dan the Dummy,
not much for brains, which any man could see,
Alistair doubted he could even read.
His sluggish thoughts had led him into jail,
missed a signal to flee back to the trail,
just stood a fought a posse on his own,
lost to numbers (Though he’d broken some bones!)
But that was why they wanted him today,
to swing big firsts if things should go astray,
and Alistar saw as the big man turned
that on his face the same dumb look was burned.
For a moment Dan just looked on blankly,
then said, “Al, did you come here seeking me?”
Alistair said, “Didn’t come for the view,
and we got a job that might interest you.”
Dan waved his big hand. “Don’t do that no more.
Got a farm and woman I can’t ignore.”
Alistair frowned. “Just hear me out them choose,
this could mean eight thousand dollars for you.
See Red Joe Hayes got himself shot last month,
the one who knocked off that army wagon.
I know ’cause his pard Bill rides with us now,
says Red hid that payroll up near the clouds.
Up in the high country, just north of here,
but others are looking too, it appears.
Near sixty thousand, and you’d get your share,
if you help us fight any fools up there.”
CONTINUES IN PART II.
So tonight we discuss time
The struct that constantly cons
It’s dutiful meander into the yet
It’s basically elongated counting
Never very good with numb bears
All the realities I hope there is one that isn’t
So time
How long is a moment
How short is a life
The dust.from the mountains creating the next
Are we the only ones who count
Humanity is really up itself
Seconds are first
Sow why don’t call them the firsts
How many almosts and ifs
When does past become the present
Would everything happen at the same time without its touch
This time
My answer to what time do you call this
Now always seems to fly past
Look for the future
Missing the right now
There for My Firsts - HAPPY HEAVENLY MOTHER'S DAY
Kevin Davis 2024
Someone gave me my first kiss and made me feel love at first sight,
Someone gave me my first hug and made me feel warm inside.
Someone dried my first tears and stopped the pain I felt,
Someone knew what made me feel good making me feel just right.
Someone cleaned me inside and out and made me feel so right,
Someone made me feel safe and calm all my terrible frights.
Someone cared enough for me to anticipate all of my needs.
Someone was my very first playmate and taught me so many things.
Someone shared with me their wisdom, teaching me right from wrong.
Someone’s very gentle guidance saw that I grew very strong.
Someone taught me to believe in my dreams, encouraging me to soar,
Someone’s love was a strong beacon and will be there forevermore.
Someone was always there for my many first things, both day and night.
It was always you Mom, you knew just how to treat me so very right
What’s to be? You and me,
brought together by goddess of fate, Verdandi..
Reverie ...our first night;
your voice caressed me in a rose petal red cascade,
nuances of your soul
as intoxicating as eau de vie brandy
as you sensuously swept me
through the sultry sway of your serenade…
...so many years since,
so many nights now estranged, so many ‘firsts’ forgotten,
was this part of Verdandi’s plan
that our love is meant to be misbegotten?
What happened to your belief
of our paths' merged by Divine intervention?
Was it ever in your heart
or just your imaginary romantic invention...
Undress me and redress me!
Atone my aroused body, heart and mind!
I’ll taste you, toast you, savor your wanton wine,
inhale and breathe you in;
deliver me your ecstasies erotic
to realms exotic I’d never find,
fill me, thrill me, strum my strings till I sing;
stroke me I’m your violin.
Let me temptingly tease your rising tide
and I’ll ride your wild waves higher,
embrace me, love me
and together let’s revel in rolling rhythmic swells;
take me in your arms,
pin me with your carnal charms and aching desire,
rock me, quake me
shock me, shake me, I’m your lily-belle mademoiselle
From Heaven to Hell and back again,
take me, spin my world counter-clockwise.
Remember ...when your fervor
first whirlwind-twirled me in a ravishment of ‘I love you’...
Satiate me,
with a lust that grows and shows aglow in your elsewhere eyes,
rekindle us;
it’s not too late, evaporate the cooling dew on heartstrings blue.
Susan Ashley
October 2, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Love For Movie Screens Poetry Contest
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