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It was then that I knew
"Hell found me "
Most often I took that alleyway.
But, that night I took the other road.
Only because someone had said it was a shorter way.
I thought others have gone that way.
And here they are sitting at my table tonight.
So I took the shorter way to my flat.
Even though the bus stop was just at the corner
It's what I most always take unless someone offers me a ride
But that night I took the shorter way.
And that's when I knew " hell found me".
wrote February 18, 2016, Wednesday
On another site poetry challenge on these words " hell found me".
MUSIC
The rythme progresses through me
Reaching to depths unknown
Leading me to another realm
Only I have ever gone
A place of solitude
Where I can be free
For my soul is the melody
To which I shall dance alone
And the beat is my life walk
Opening the walls that have never been shown
Oh how I love to sing
Especially when I hear that old familiar
That takes me back to the day
That I could just proceed along
No cares, no worries, just me and the world
Being free...... to my song
How many memories are wrapped up within tones
That have touched our lives
How many people can we recall
With just one sharp# climb
Or with just one flat fall
The power of our melody is our own
No one can hum it
No one can take it
Because our life walk is our song
We can take this empowerment as high as we want
Or we can take it to the lows
No matter how we play it
It still grows
With each and every encounter
Down our blessed path
The music follows
With our every step
So embrace your sharps and flats
Knowing that it is helping you
Through this turbulent ride
Sing it loud and don't be ashamed
For your song knows you are doing your best
Don't let the bar line tell your ending
Keep the melody flowing
Continue your lines without cares
And when your curtain rides low
And the rythmes come to a sway
Just look at the pages before
To where you started from
And to how you have become so much more today
Keep the music alive....even with a hummm
A kindergarten student is not usually sent to my office.
I am the counselor, who gets my shares of stirrers.
Usually when a five-year-old is sent to me, they are crying.
This little blonde blue-eyed beauty was not crying.
She had a smug look on her face, actually not a tear in sight.
Find out what happened, the principal said, before she left.
What happened? I asked the dainty cherub.
When?
I am not sure “just now?”
Nothing.
I have to call the teacher to get an inkling.
She was fighting.
You mean arguing?
No I mean flat out fist walloping pummeling fighting.
I look for scratches or bruises but see no evidence.
Were you in a fight?
She nods her head.
I smashed them and bashed him, she told me.
She had a pleased smile.
I am surprised, but not stunned.
I have raised three daughters.
Two of them are tough.
She brags about her fighting prowess.
I find out later this little darling has four older brothers.
New Frontiers
8/14/2015
If new frontiers are what you seek
Are a TV freak or computer geek
Just look outside and there will be
New frontiers for you to see
There is a world not on flat screen
Not make believe on TV seen
It's waiting there you should partake
Just leave your house for goodness sake
The Homeless hungry you could aid
They will not bite don't be afraid
Talk to them and lend an ear
Cross into this new frontier
Another frontier you might try
Is to look your neighbors in the eye
Shake their hands and say hello
Might be someone you'd like to know
Imagine other new frontiers
That you might find throughout the years
These parting words I have to say
Technology's not the only way
It would be fifteen rounds against the longtime champ,
But I was an upcomer, ready to make my stamp.
With an undefeated record, he was well renowned.
I was in good shape, with low weight, hoping to be crowned.
In the first round, I came out fast, full of fire and fury.
Throwing lefts and rights, my opponent I would bury.
He didn’t seem so great, not much of a force at all,
Yet, as hard I hit that guy, I could not make him fall.
In round 3, he landed an upper cut to my gut.
I was badly reeling, while he still remained uncut.
In round 4, he hammered me with a hook to the head.
Some reporters in the stands wondered if I was dead.
It looked like it was over, after he knocked me flat.
Just before the bell rang, I staggered up off the mat.
Dazed and confused, I continued to attempt my best.
This guy was relentless, as he put me to the test.
I was getting tired and decided to fight him smart.
I chose my punches more carefully than at the start.
At the end of the fourteenth round, I was still standing,
But I was a mess, from the beating he was handing.
Next round, I asked, nearly falling, without being hit,
Could I fend off blows, win points, would the judges permit?
No sir, I was knocked out cold, couldn’t be reheated,
And once again, Father Time remained undefeated.
In time, all men must come to terms with dreams
to cast off all they craved that true life stomped
yet still hold joy’s sure seeds in hope lined seams
lest all their heart holds dear just fails flat chomped.
We do and should build dreams in life with zeal
with care to then bind them with prime ground ties
that will not lose or bruise the dreams pitched feel
but hold our soul’s core glow where good light sighs.
Some dreams are as flight trips our minds need take
to keep our thoughts from scenes that rip our hearts,
then there are dreams we wish for earth’s own sake
where peace and love may paint their best toned starts.
Some dreams are meant as heart sheer, mind reared sways.
Some dreams are meant as heart cheer, mind steered stays.
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I found us in a shoebox,
tucked between receipts and time~
your laugh pressed flat like August wheat,
your eyes still wet with sun.
The edges curl like fingers
reaching for what’s slipped away:
a carnival of fireflies,
the porch swing’s lazy groan,
the way the light would hesitate
before it left the room.
Now the colors bleed a little~
your shirt a faded blue,
the sky behind us thinning
to something less than true.
But here, in this dim silence,
I hold the ghost of sound:
the shutter’s click, your whispered stay,
before the world moved on.
The night was long, the rain was cold
She shivered between sheets of gold
Her whip-poor-will was silent too
The nightly joy, sliced clearly through
'Cause, nature did the bird protect
Sleep in your chair, feel the affect
Contest: Form L-Lay
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Romance (lack of it)
Date:April 2, 2022
Checking: SyllableCounter.Net
The night was long, the rain was cold 8
2She shivered between, the sheets of gold 9 corrected
3Her whip-poor-will was silent too 8
4The nightly joy, sliced clearly through 8
5'Cause, nature did the bird protect 8
6Sleep in your chair, feel the affect 8
Amazing how after 60 years of sharing a bed the emotional affect of one's mate sleeping elsewhere. He fell and hurt his back and says that laying flat hurts(makes muscles go into spasms).
I am meaning the emotional affect of him sleeping elsewhere. I have about got used to it now.
I drew a sweet faerie girl with a half acorn hat
Then I swept horrible kitchen floor in three seconds flat
On a roll now, I wrote a number of banal, boring poems
All to avoid a bossy, vindictive, creepy little gnome.
He is sitting by my cocker, saying mean stuff about me.
My dog rolls over, and sticks her rough pink tongue on his knee.
The gnome sneers at my head, in a nasty unkind way.
I run over to scrunch him up, but he cleanly gets away.
Mad as Hades’ computers now, I clean the kitchen sink
I clean when I am angry, or at the edge of a brink.
The gunk behind the faucets I scrape up with a serrated knife.
My husband starts to get some food but backs down when he sees his wife.
I watch the big coward turn tail and run back to his man-cave-den.
It is entirely his fault, this infuriatingly hopeless spot I’m in.
The gnome is his third cousin, on his father’s side, a bratty little twit.
If either one of them comes into my kitchen, I will throw a great big fit.
The gnome is peeking at me from a space behind the TV now.
I would like to take his little head and twist it ‘til he yells bow wow.
My husband walks into the kitchen, and says “But what can we do?”
When I get rid of one of them, it may quickly turn into two.
I looked in the mirror today
And, somewhere along the way,
It seems I have grown to be so old.
My head is a barren place;
There are wrinkles upon my face;
Around my eyes, many a story has been told.
My stomach is no longer flat;
My chest never looked like that;
For what price has my body’s shape been sold?
Through this looking glass
I cannot see my ass,
But it feels like some lumpy play-do mold.
Need I even dare to mention,
Strange women no longer question
My marital status oh so bold?
They say the longer life you live
Really beats the alternative;
It’s a mantra I want my consciousness to hold.
But, in my mind I still feel young,
So defiantly I stick out my tongue
And walk away from that reflection so cold.