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Prissy Patti was placed in the running competition
Not because she was the fastest, but she was the pushiest.
And hares are well-known for backing off in most fights.
She was preening and twirling in the large mirror when Tammy arrived.
Tammy was the turtle’s entry; late, as usual, but there two minutes before forfeit time.
Tammy tried to shake Patti’s hand, but Patti stuck up her nose and hopped away.
“I told you,” Tammy’s sidekick said. Tammy grinned at him. He was loyal and true blue.
The best friend she had ever had, a snake to others, a bestie to her.
They had been besties since she was a baby and had saved him from the jaws of a mean cat.
“Why did the judges pick me?” she asked Sammy. “I am not the fastest or the smartest.”
“Because you will do what you are told, “he replied. “I will be there, along the way to help.
They saw the route for the first time. It had sixteen ponds on it. Ponds that reflected.
“Brilliant,” said Sammy. “That will slow down that stuck-up, arrogant Prissy Patty.”
“How?” Tammy asked.
“She will have to stop and look at herself, won’t she?”
They could not stop laughing.
When Tammy turned to go after the first pond, Sammy said, “Come here!”
She saw him slither up into a truck bed. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“No questions,” he told her. “This is our winning strategy.”
So she jumped onto the truck.
Prissy Patty stopped at every pond to look at herself, as was the plan.
Psychological warfare, and it worked. She never once looked at the turtles,
There were sixteen different ones. She never noticed. For she only saw something beneath her.
Tammy was released a block from the finish line. She was nearly there when Patti came into view.
“The turtle is winning!” The crowd shouted.
Even the shares were rooting for Tammy.
She was fully examined after the win.
“Same hare,” the judges said, firmly. “Tammy has won!”
Loud cheering all over the land.
Tammy was a celebrity.
Prissy Patty was miffed.
As a consolation prize, they awarded her the mirror from her dressing room.
Moral of this story: Pay attention to your opponent in times of war
Escaping grinding poverty
And violent crimes
You left scant existence
Holding your Dad's hand
In the middle of the night
Going on a long journey
Dreaming of a free land
Miles and miles you walked
Learning for the first time
Price of liberty is high
As you trekked along
More than thousand miles
Exhausted by heat and humidity
Hungry and thirsty you got
But you didn't mind
Marching for a cause
Approaching the border
Happily you sighed
When strangers fed you
Tortillas, beans, and rice
But things soon changed
As borders got closed
Even for asylum claims
Clueless of what that meant
You sought refuge
In your Dad's judgment
Finding a way in
Surrendering yourself
As they took Dad away
Without a hug or goodbye
Ignoring your cries
Being in detention now
Affection you longed for
Yet you carried on
Searching grown up faces
For any sign of Dad
As days and weeks passed
Till you lost your resolve
When two kids in custody died
Paying the ultimate price
And yielding to anguish
Relentlessly you cried
Unable to think or breathe
Wanting to scream loudly
But choking on your grief
No one has told you yet
Your father's whereabouts
As you wait and wait
Learning day by day
In the land of the free
What misery feels like
To a destitute child
December 31, 2018
Placed 3rd..Misery poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs
~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk once again
compared her to the movie star.
Not for the first time
she considers changing her name.
A loud noise upstairs. She freezes,
she recalls the movie: Panic Room,
runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her.
Footsteps descend, she imagines
it is the real Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling.
The other Jodi
cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula,
a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded one.
I heard a song this morning whose rhythm, melody and rhyme
immediately transported me back…to a different place and time.
It was years ago…riding in our car with Deborah…this memory is so strong…
when we decided this song, which we heard for the first time that day…
would forever be…our song.
I can’t explain the science…I’m not sure the reason why…
but this song always brings a smile to my face…and tears to Deborah’s eyes.
I guess we never know as each new day’s about to start….
which memories will be etched into our souls and leave footprints on our hearts.
And it doesn’t end with one song…there are many more songs…
even songs in nature that transport me to the past….
Today was not the first time…and it definitely won’t be the last.
I’ll never comprehend how memory works…
how in the vast array of memories we’re making every day
some memories remain forever while other quickly fade away.
For now I’m happy knowing some memories…
realizing they play an important part
dwell forever in endless rooms somewhere deep within my heart.
And I’m glad one of those rooms is a concert hall
with songs and rhythms and melodies gathered there….
waiting to surprise me…when I hear music in the air.
I make mistakes
No im not perfect
Made some decisions
That i know were not worth it
I cried about certain things
That i knew could
Help me for the good
I tried to do things on my own
Not realizing my help came from the throne
For the first time in my life
I didn't lean towards my own understanding
I started to pray when life got so outstanding
I prayed while things were worse,or when things got better
Determined that i could make it through any kind of weather
I am not doing this on my own
In this world i cant make it alone
Lean not towards my own understanding
Except the flaws i will have thee
Pick my self up keep going
My mind needs restoring
God will help me conqueror
All things
Be my uplifter
When i fall
He's always right there
Just waiting on my call
I am so afraid
He said don't live in fear
He said my daughter
I will wipe away your tears
I didnt give you the spirit of worry
Oh no
I gave you the spirit of Me
I gave you the spirit to overcome anything
I am only a call away
Never left you
Im here to stay
Just waiting on you
To fully depend on me
What you do with your life
Is fully up to you
I am your toolbox
There fore you have the tools
I am your strength
When you feel weak
I am your confidant
Make you complete
Dont you know you i adore
You are all that i created you and so much more
I am not doing this on my own
In this world i cant make it alone
Lean not towards my own understanding
Except the flaws i will have thee
Pick my self up keep going
My mind needs restoring
God will help me conqueror
All things
Be my uplifter
When i fall
He's always right there
Just waiting on my call
Lord i need you
More than ever before
I need you to continue
To open doors
I love you
Lift your name up high
Please show me how to get by
These storms
I just want to be right with you
Be reborn
Lord i need you more than you'll ever know
Here i am
Lord take control
Whooooooooaaaaaaa
I am not doing this on my own
In this world i cant make it alone
Lean not towards my own understanding
Except the flaws i will have thee
Pick my self up keep going
My mind needs restoring
God will help me conqueror
All things
Be my uplifter
When i fall
He's always right there
Just waiting on my call
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
2/11/2017
Idk how to say this but here it is
I don’t want to pressure you by always complaining but I feel like I didn’t say it right last time and I didn’t explain it right so my feelings were simply brushed off and smoothed over
I feel lonely and distant from you the past month or so. Not distant as in not talking much distant as In It feels like a friendship and less romantic
No I’m not friend zoning you I just remember how I felt when you used to call me pretty and beautiful so often and how we would joke about our first kiss but now there’s none of that
We do ask each other those questions some but when I ask you questions your just scrolling or half paying attention
When I made the initiative to ask about hanging out I felt annoying and like a bother due to your lack of interest in spending time together
I know it’s your choice but when you said you didn’t feel like going to church camp it hurt because I would jump at the opportunity to spend even just an hour with you
I’m sorry for dumping all my feelings in your like this and maybe I’m a stubborn overthinker but I’ve been thinking over this a lot. I have cried many nights because I’m scared to lose what’s left of your affection and I have this weight in my chest that was supposed to be lifted by loving you but not the burden is from being scared that you don’t care anymore. When we first started dating and texting I saw the world through gold colored lenses for the first time in a long time but now I see everything in greige again
I thought your love would feel like relief and it did for awhile but now the love itself is confused with the unresiding fear of losing it.
I saw it the first time we met,
your face like a Spring day, youthful...fresh
a blossoming smile like new leaves unfurling
tasting the Spring air for the first time.
Your eyes as clear as two new born stars radiating
into my head like fork lightening, I knew then I
would spend the rest of my life with you.
Your personality emanating like Summer
it was like laying down in a field of Poppies
on a beautiful clear Summer day...carefree.
breathing new life into me.
Then as your illness got worse, it was like Autumn
slowly watching your leaves falling one by one, but
even at your worst, you never complained.
So thankfully you have no Winter
I remember carrying you up the stairs for the first time
you were in great pain... as i looked into your eyes
I could see it was Spring all over again...
For each of the numbers printed on her face,
I counted each of them for every second that passed.
Three long arms that reached around eclipsing themselves.
One painted red in reflection of how fast my heart would beat.
Counting each mark that filled the gap of each bold number.
Counting down from the twelve o'clock hour. Reaching twelve again.
I fell in love. A continuing loop of numbers falling face forward then back around.
Seeing everything that I may have missed the first time around.
The sights already seen becoming more precious. Both of us together, close as breath.
A plastic case protecting us from hesitation, how long it would take to pass again.
The revolution of seconds it would take, orbiting my world for the millionth first time.
I didn't care that she painted her stars black and an infinite space around white.
For the first time this would be the closest that I would ever come to the ethereal experience
that I'd feel to be eternity.
For the millionth first time
Truth, a five letter word for distinction.
Sometimes I feel I am losing sleep.
Dreaming of a good deed, one day sooner
or later.
Not enough sleep, not enough good places
to go.
I know of one place.
I lost my keys one day last week.
An apartment filled with desire, blinding
lights
& a halo up on a hill.
Further up the road I found my good deed
For little or nothin’
For the first time in a long time I laid & I slept for hours.
Finding myself beside you,
That one uninvited feeling after a million and
one
Bad invited feelings.
One day baby I am gonna thank you
One day baby you’ll see.
I’ll feed you from a bowl where everything
Will be alright.
One day, sooner or later.
The latter a beautiful mystique disguised
Under a halo.
One day, sooner or later.
I’ll find those keys & escape the boundaries
That live in my mind.
One day soon baby, I’ll get on my knees
& accept you as the truth I’ve known all along
What did you do to me?
I am not who I used to be.
I'm painting my nails, doing my hair,
In my walk there is a flair.
Is this fair or unfair?
What did you do to me?
Your one gaze is glory.
My heart wants freedom, it's jumping from the cage,
It's maroon now, before it was just a boring beige,
Oh, what did you do to me?
I am not who I used to be.
I am happy and I am crying,
Sometimes, I'm flying and dying,
Mostly crying myself I found
When you're not around.
Am I in love?
Is love something you wove?
O sweetness, what did you do to me?
O goodness, set me free!
The day that you saw me for the first time,
Your face sparked up, only you heard a chime.
I'll never forget your mouth agape,
Your eyes wrapped around me like a drape.
I wanted to see myself through your eyes
And see what secrets your eyes disguised.
I have been thinking and thinking and thinking again
About the soothing pain, then I realised it wasn't the rain
As the tears I felt on my fingertips when I touched my face,
Maybe because I wanted you to embrace.
The night is petrifying and daylight exposes me,
Coffee won't wake me up let alone the tea,
I'm too deep thinking about you,
Devotion, my lungs feel blue.
I haven't tasted a word since
I caught your glimpse,
I haven't even touched a pen, let alone a notebook,
Love is heavy, I'll turn into Ophelia dying in a brook.
Now I want to taste the nectar of your lips,
God knows how many beats my heart skips,
I want to hold your hand and never let go,
Your arms around me, a heaven, please know.
O sweetness, O sweetness,
What did you do to me!