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THE SILENT SPECTER
By Roy Merritt
He knew not when it arrived and trespassed upon his door
And though it never spoke to him he knew what it came for
He knew why that callous countenance came upon this place
He knew, he knew for certain he could see it in his face
He knew this sallow specter whose odor smelled of the grave
He knew it came for him and felt compelled to rave
He demanded it go and leave him here, leave him here at peace
"Go where you must north or south or yonder to the east!"
But it never spoke a word to him just lingered there close by
And the silence was the thing that he most of all despised
"Speak to me!" he demanded "Speak to me somber specter!
Why do you remain here and me in silence hector?
Why do you remain, why do me you taunt
Why have you come to me and in this time to haunt?"
It wasn’t that it couldn’t hear a word he had to say
And he knew that for certain in the end it would have its way
"Are you my guide he asked, the ferryman for the doomed?
Is that your duty specter the guide man to the tomb?"
And at last it smiled at him a perverse and toothy grin
And spoke to him at last, spoke to him as a friend
"What need are your questions it’s plain to me to see
You know I came for you to carry along with me
I’ve come to be the witness and upon your final breath
To take you down below to carry you down to death
You shouldn’t be distressed nor fix on it as you do
It comes to one and all when their time here be through
Don’t be as the drunken poet don’t fill yourself with strife
Come with me in peace into that long goodnight
Come with me in peace there is no Heaven or Hell
No god above the clouds or regions below to dwell
Death it be a comfort death is my gift to you
Be grateful that’s its over be grateful that its through
You should embrace it, embrace it for what its worth
Be glad that its at last over this exit here from Earth."
And so he took his hand and left this place at last
And all there was but darkness, and everything was past
And death at last embraced him, embraced him as a wife
And led him from this place this wretched thing this life
Endurance Unappreciated, Until Now
Forcefully taken from beloved Africa, and brought to fertile Caribbean soil;
Sold as much less than merchandise; to unwillingly and unendingly toil.
Separated from friends, family and tribe mates and everything known;
To be someone’s property and possession: a thing which is fully owned.
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they never ever credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
On the plantations it was House or Field; even then, we had no choice;
Only given instructions, shouted at, or whipped; we never had a voice.
Stripped of our name, our dignity, our ethnicity and every earthly possession;
Losing everything, and gaining nothing, but our daily, miserly provision.
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they never ever credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
Daily and relentlessly, we strove; unceasingly we were required to work;
Always cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, planting or turning a fork..
Shedding blood, sweat and many tears; but never once gaining a cheer;
Homesick, physically abused, and, separated from loved ones, so dear.
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they have never ever credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
Through the years; ‘Slavery ended,’ chains broke but, systemic bonds remain;
Our Name, our Dignity and our Ethnicity, we’re still striving to fully regain.
In this 21st century, “justice, equality and impartiality” for us is still a fallacy.
Because, in some people’s minds; “Melanin is still subject to white supremacy.”
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they have still never credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
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By: Dion Penville
I see the Do-Gooders are out in force again
And this time it's the annual Christmas Coke Cola Bus
Stirring up the fuss
Crusaders against any and every cause
No topic to juvenile or puerile to rage against
They want to ban children visiting the Coke Cola bus
Because some children are obese
And as they see it this is there duty to stop
As it will somehow end and solve the crisis
Now correct me if I am wrong
But I have never seen a child
Buying or pushing a shopping cart
Around a Supermarket
With a Credit Card
Or am I shopping on the wrong child friendly day's
It's usually Parents who buy and choose the items in the trolley
And Parents who cook make or feed their kids
What is the point or to what end
Is banning the bus so children can't see it
Going to make a blind bit of difference
And why should everyone have to pay the price
Or is that old teacher's adage
You see now you have ruined it for everyone
Father Christmas
Santa Claus
In all its modern day guises
White Beard
Red Santa Suit
Is a Coke Cola patented trademark
They invented modern day Christmas
As we have come to know it
I know it is crass to say but
Coke has done more to promote Christmas
Than religion or church has
I wish all these Do-Gooding people would stop trying to fix us
Who actually asked them to
And why do they know best
Who anointed them saviors of the rest
The only thing good intentions have ever taught me is
Walk a mile in my shoes
Looking out your warm safe curtain windows
And your rose tinted views
For what its worth
You will never be the same
When you know what the reality of a life of pain brings
You cling on to the small things
Like the annual Christmas Bus
Beside Mum and Dad
Fulfilled and glad
Is that so bad
In these parts dead forests run to the center dry
Bed rocks ring hollow in deep basins opened wide
Water no longer meets the cabin door
Since the lake became emptied by some force
Irrigation comes at a cost
The lake had to disappear of course
Drained under some false pretense
Someones profit for what its worth
Farmers upstream blocked the rivers entrance
Tributaries became empty, ended at the source
Gone with nothing more
Woods grow old before their time
Roots shrink from thirst and heat
Water stops at the edge to center
Evaporates, starting at the shore
Assemblage of the porch goes on
Quietly green birds cry out in pain
Parched land remains, fish die
Killed but not forgotten
Wild ducks and hunter owls departed
Hard work goes on as is expected
As required, the cabin stands alone
In isolation, with what is left of sanity
Metal tools are needed in this instance
To build an entrance, an extension to the soul
By mid day the steps are laid
Floor boards set to hold a rocking chair
Thick copper nails drive home a point
By the bearded man in dark sunglasses
Hiding under a sombrero afternoon
Somber hammering echos out hollow sounds
Over the rock beds that once held water high
Continues under a scorching sun that follows
At evening when work is finished, sleep steps in
Oceans assemble by the completed cabin porch
In a dream, rise to the level of the door once more
Evaporates by morning, disguised as tidal forces
"A Conversation with Aenesidemus"
all perceptions are relative
and interact
one upon another
take a coin
stand it vertical
spin it
gravity does that
it’s one way or the other
there is no in between
middle roads
even when you hold it
steady between your fingers
there is one side or the other
the middle exists
it stands for what its worth
for a short time
let go of the hold,
it wobbles and
topples over
and falls in line
one side or the other
eventually
choices are detours
you may take the high road
and one may take the low road
the road less traveled
too, converges,
where both high and low roads
eventually meet,
some say its complex
if you ask me,
designed,
even chaos has its place,
simple, neat
all perceptions are relative
and interact
upon another
truth,
he said,
varies infinitely
under circumstances
whose relative weight
cannot be accurately gauged
nor guaranteed
therefore, there is
no absolute knowledge
for everyone,
for all people
are brought up
with different beliefs
under different laws
under different
social conditions
yet, he says,
pyrrhonistically
speaking
all perceptions are relative
and interact
upon another
hiccups
contradictory
scrolls of tropai modes
the suspension
of judgment
it’s enough
to do your head in
all this walking on water
a real tonic
for those
experiencing cptsd
humour and
intelligencia
assists,
streaming
light through
jadeful windows
enter left screen
Belief
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
When in swanky restaurants, 'tis easy to daintily dine on cordon bleu,
But dining on lobster requires deft finesse without humiliating you!
For what its worth, I offer the following that I've learned o'er the years,
To show snobbish waiters you're really not all that wet behind the ears!
First of all, a wizened waiter will provide a bib if he's really on the job.
(Somehow, they perceive right away that you are a rather artless slob!)
When cracking open each morsel, some violent squirting may occur!
Should juice spritz the guy at the next table simply say, "Sorry sir"!
The hapless lobster is dissected in certain order to make the meal complete.
First, remove the claws, crack the shell with a claw cracker and remove the meat.
For this a fork is provided, then discard the shells in a bowl being discreet!
Next, twist the tail from the body and break off the flippers - those you musn't eat!
And now for the piece de resistance, that long anticipated holy grail,
(That you paid fifty-five bucks for!) - that scrumptious lobster's tail!
Insert a lobster fork into the flesh and gently ease it out of the shell.
(Sucking meat from the legs is optional - on that matter I will not dwell!)
A female lobster might contain a bit of roe considered a delicacy by some.
(If that is your fancy, quietly asking about the lobster's sex is the rule of thumb!)
Plunge lobster pieces in butter taking care not to let it run down your arm!
(Leaving a sizeable tip for the disaster you've created wouldn't do any harm!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
i am your breath of fresh air,
if you cry i will be there,
if you laugh i have made you smile,
being together makes life worth while,
when your confused i will show the way,
if you need me i am your prayer,
holding you tight and keep you warm,
help you up and make you strong,
your warm body i will hold tight,
when you sleep i will say good night,
waking up in morning to a sweet song,
hope i help you all day long,
you make me laugh as i do you,
you hold me tight and make things right,
wanting to be with you all day and night,
you seeing me cry and you really care,
if i need you you will be there,
you help me choose in what i do,
being at ease when i,m with you,
flowers and rainbows just seem right,
hold each other day and night,
coming or going with a skipping heart,
hope together we never part,
children involved this seems right,
making us coffee day and night,
closing our eyes and make a wish,
like together on our first kiss,
pounding beats of our hearts,
this seems right when not a part,
things you say and also do,
makes me know that i want you,
in my life for what its worth,
you are my heaven and holy earth,
question the choice on what we think,
without a choice so make it quick,
together we stay and in our arms,
hope this is our lovers charm,
so short a time and just feels right,
i am your morning and day light,
hope my dreams they all come true,
all i want is to always be with you ,
as what i mean and can only say,
i love you in every way,
I can’t believe the words your written
What makes you think your smart
How dare you judge this life of mine
Was straight right from the start
I never was to meet you
What is it that you think
This is just my chat line
I’m not desperate as you think
If you think you’ve got me figured
I’ll tell you that your wrong
You need to walk a mile as me
Before you sing my song
Don’t tell me about the 90%
Don’t judge me by your rules
I will be me, and always me
Not someone else’s fool.
You think you know about me
I wish I knew the same
You’ve never even met me
You only know my name.
You’ve hurt me with your judgment
With your “think about it” tone
I thought I had a chat mate
But I’m wrong, I stand alone.
We flirted and we had some fun
And lots of time we passed
With jokes and stories
And things gone wrong
And travels in the past
But now I want to sit right back
And close those lines again
Those tentative lines that I let out
To reach the land of song
I just feel so let down again
By judgment from your kind
You seem to think my world is free
I tell you I need time
My being is a big dark place
Too sensitive I may be
I struggle with my very life
To feel my soul be free
I used to trust the whole wide world
All roses I did see
But I’ve learnt it’s full a big sharp thorns
That rip the flesh off me
I’m going now, for what its worth
I did enjoy our chats
Got things to do and places to go
And find out were I’m at.
Oh the army looked after its own
It really must be said
Except the RSM didn’t really
Tuck the squaddies up in bed.
Three square meals a day
You could eat your fill
They did try to keep you fit
Just in case you had to kill
And they opened up the cook house
Every single night for toast and tea
I sometimes went if broke
After all everything was free.
They had the largest toaster in the world
At least the largest one I had ever seen
As I was young and not well travelled
It very well just may not have been,
Where you would cook your toast
Accompanied by the pop pop pop
Of those kamikaze cockroaches
That tried to run across its top.
There were heaps and piles and scatters
Scorched and charred by the score
No matter how many failed
There were always plenty more.
We’d sweep the toaster top
Brush them on the floor
But just seconds later
There’d be plenty more.
We’d find them in the soup
We’d find them in the custard
Like an invading force
Permanently mustered.
Sometimes we probably ate them,
They probably added to the taste
When we rushing back on shift
And eating in a haste.
We feared the consequences more
Of parading for work late
Than any minor adulteration to
The food that we all ate.
When man is gone
For what its worth
Maybe the cockroach will
Inherit this earth.
Oh the army looked after its own
It really must be said
Except the RSM didn’t really
Tuck the squaddies up in bed
Baby did not know
Anything outside her circle
No 1 wanted to be the 1 to tell her
Damaged people like nothing more
than to burst comfy bubbles
The world is filled with sharp corners
Sticks and Stone's and Horrors
Sadly these are lessons that
Baby will have to learn for herself
All you can do is put a loving arm around her
when she comes home crying questioning why the other kids are so horrible and mean
And hope and pray she has the strength
and presence to overcome all they can
throw at her
Safe in the knowledge that she has a
strong , stable and loving home to
go home to to
Unlike the children of broken homes
that perpetuate
Monkey see or Monkey doo
No 1 loves you
Mummy never wanted you
Hopefully before you are 2 broken
You will come to realise
It was not your fault
There was nothing you could do
The Blame Alone
Lies Solely with Her
For what its worth
You are not responsible for your Birth
Or lack of upbringing
Unfortunately 1 of life's great unsolved mysteries
Is why any old 2 clueless Idiot's can have children
without the means or desire to look after them
Why for the Love of God ?
Why ?
And how are those unfortunate infertile
Couples to wrestle with said injustice ?
In a perfect world
Every child should have a loving Mum and Dad
And deserves a kiss on the head
Before being tucked into a warm Bed
Or am i Wrong ???????????