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I love swimming in the lake of my memories…closing my eyes and diving in headfirst…and bringing with me to the surface…memories submersed.
Take yesterday for instance…I dove in on a whim…and ended up, of all places, where memories of our granddaughter swim.
The memory of the day she was born…I remember the feeling of joy…
that we finally had a girl grand child…after the wonder of three boys.
The memory of the day when they all slept over on our floor…a memory I shall forever keep…not knowing where’d she be in the morning because she traveled in her sleep.
The memory of the day when she was older…just a couple of years later
when she found a comfortable place to sit…inside our refrigerator.
Yes, our granddaughter…who starts high school next year and is now almost as tall as me…I found the memory of the first time I bounced her on my knee.
As I dried myself off of these memories I found myself hoping one day she’ll understand…how important are my memories of when she’d run up and hold my hand….
As I stood upon the shoreline of my lake…I had to smile as I suspect…
there are moments in her lake…where our memories intersect.
And I’d like to think as we are swimming…in our memories…separately
that every now and then…for a brief moment…we share a memory.
For as wonderful as it is to make a memory…nothing can be compared….
to a memory that was made together…that forever will be shared
Twenty-six years, I've stored every thought;
Mentally captivated, they're here till I rot.
I'll keep them safe, on the heart of my sleeve;
Deep in my flesh—they cannot leave.
Twenty-six years, they've been through it all;
They've seen good days, and each time I fall.
Years down the road, they still won't be free,
And I'll still hold them dearly at eighty-three.
I'll play them back when I'm old and alone,
And remember the love, the bonds that were sewn.
I'll see my children, playing once more,
And desperately long for a day they were four.
Twenty-six years, I've stored every thought,
For no other reason than I like them a lot.
I've measured the space in the heart that's in me,
And there's plenty of room; not one will stray free.
Twenty-six years, I've meticulously stored thought.
These are the small things that cannot be bought.
I'll keep them safe, no matter the time;
I'll keep them forever—these thoughts are all mine.
I heard the drub of rain pelting the roof
Unaware that a storm had been brewing
Roar of thunder, flash of lightning gave proof
that I had no idea, no inkling of what I was doing.
Spirit numbed and body drenched
I ventured into the maelstrom, unaware
or perhaps I didn't care. My eyes were clenched
preventing tears from falling. Loneliness is hard to bear
Sorrow bit at my heels where puddles formed
I swallowed a cry so no one would hear my sobbing
On I trudged while within me the maelstrom stormed
Confusion inside my head, heartbeat throbbing.
Charybdis' whirlpool swirled, trying to drag me in
Crested waves carried me toward its center
The tightrope I walked was a tenuous line
and lost forever I would be if I decided to enter.
On the edge of giving in, I swam for what seemed hours
The surge of flood tide would not claim me tonight
On sanity's shore I sat once more, allowing the showers
to sting my upturned face and have their moment of respite.
March 20, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Through faith, hope, and love, we will find true meaning.
Whether it's slavery, the holocaust, or ethic cleaning;
Whether by captivity, by extermination, or by lynching;
Atrocities have haunted mankind since our earliest beginning.
Many may contend that Jim Crow died and is being resurrected, on the rise.
Perhaps the question remains whether or not, like Satan, he went in disguise.
Is it not evermore true that if mankind fails to learn from history,
is it not equally true that we are condemned to repeat it?
Resurrection applies only to something which has died.
Anything less than fatal blows will allow hatred to survive.
The fact that Jim lives doesn't mean that many have not tried.
That is, tried to put him to death; rid him forever from society.
In most localities, he is dead, but only in the realms of legality.
By habit and acceptable societal behaviors, he continues to live.
Yes, there are far fewer acts of inhuman lynching like Emmitt Till.
In many hearts, Jim Crow's presence and deadly stench are not killed.
Busing, public integration, and housing policy did not really kill him.
The light bulbs have been changed, but the new ones are rather dim.
There are entities like animals that hibernate until a new season.
Like the devil in disguise in Eden, he lurks until there is a reason.
Jim is like a lifeless idol empowered by the hate and bigotry of mortals.
Or like a 'Scare Crow' in a garden to keep unwanted fowls from morsels.
Jim Crow is empowered by lies and ignorance; and he thrives on false narratives. Regardless of color, continent, country, or culture, we must fight against Jim Crow with our lives.
040722PSCtest, U Choose, Anthony Biaanco.12P
Theme chosen: #14, The Resurrection of Jim Crow
There’s nothing more satisfying -
Than seeing clearly.
The sharpness of the edges -
Cutting through you,
Leaving you starstruck.
Inspired.
Blink and you just might miss it.
Rest and you may never find.
The speed of reality is self destructive.
Slowly, the lines start to blur.
Fluid motion becomes static image.
Your eyes lose focus, the light starts to stir.
You lose sight of what once lied before you.
Frame by frame, the truth within grows.
Slowly now, and unsavory,
Vision becomes what you can not bear.
One picture perfect smear.
Anxious, and forever still.
Close your eyes,
It’s eternity, after all.
What have you got to lose?
Laid solid with words
the writers stone
A fortress was columned
my only real home
The poetry was safe there
it stammered and tried
As my feelings unbridled
from the outsiders lies
Each year added layers
to this home of the verse
My thoughts never silenced
or my feelings there terse
All that’s needed to go there
…unfettered belief
All that’s needed to know
is that time is the thief
My vision unshaken
from this chair with two wheels
The advice from the experts
“to wither and yield”
But my place more than sacred
an invincible throne
Independent of body
times seed to unsow
And the moment before
I take my last breath
I will enter forever
where before I had left
The trumpets will sound
as immortality calls
To that space then my refuge
the sum of it all
As the memories unreason
the facts storm again
But the tents of my solitude
keep out their wind
For generations that follow
and their children that ask
This place I now dwell in
for all hard and fast
Just believe in its message
and its fortune to change
Just believe in transcendence
with all things the same
Until the day that that final
trumpet may blow
And all that you’ve loved
is all there’s to know
Your message then solid
as the door opens wide
And those moments you’ve gifted
to the heavens arrive
And the joy that you feel
thinking back on it all
From that place deep inside
—where first destiny called
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
I never thought of the day, that I'd be forced to say,
Goodbye!
Although I no you wouldn't have wanted me
To cry,
But when Heaven sent for you, I can't deny
My heartache!
I no you wouldn't have left me, even if the earth quivered or quaked,
You'd of stayed,
By my side until the end of time, if you could, because our love didn't fade,
It was, and still is, unstoppable, unshakable unbreakable,
It's unconditional
Even now that we're apart, your love still remains irreplaceable,
It will last forever!
One day we will be reunited my marvellous Man,
We will be together!
One day probably not too far away, our souls will reunite for eternity,
In sweet harmony!
Although I vowed to love you until death do us part,
That wasn't correct, impart,
Because my vow does not end, like that of a beating heart, my love for you lives on,
So my vows roll on,
As your wife I promise to love you beyond death my dear husband even if we are apart,
I vow to thee, my love you are the only man who holds the key to my heart,
And you will be,
Beyond this life and into the next, because our love doesn't simply depart,
Soon we will be
Reunited to rest in peace in the heavenly Kingdom Forever for all eternity.
A letter to Adi has three letters
I dont know what are these letters.
But these letters, just letters of I always speak
No crime, just feelings
Just feelings of my forgiving heart
He really dont understand that I'm convinced
With his nothing more and nothing less, dont love me so much that hurts,
Always keep smiling, be happpy
But I'm not convinced how he flee these words
Isnt he is hurt?
Isnt he is happy?
Deepens my soul, deepens that I think much
Cos his words I wanted to enunciate
A big tip working overtime
A catch without falling
A decision without mistake
With him letter to Adi has three letters
That I always remember
A gateway to forever
But no forever
Strikes in, strikes out, bull's eyed at the same time
Wondered, wandered,
Hopeless and hopeful
Waiting and being left
I dont know what brought life's me in here
The nightmare of my delusion, I'm the prisoner
Long the wait, I'm been trap forever
Emotions carried away, I'm nowhere
A pace of something, life's in hunger.
Days I'd count, nights I'm trying to escape
To ruminate my fate
Love finds me there
Love lies me in there..
Breathing in, breathing out
Finally, I let your letters go..
Too much of dreams not coming true
Like I always knew.
It was a short burst fire
You were my hearts desire
I cared for you
I was there for you
I found it was my duty
I call you my beauty
Ah!! how I love you
Ah!! how I shall show you
My darling dear
My monsieur
I long for you
I would even consider doing wrong for you
But my passions lies
I haven't any more alibies
Ah!! how I love you
Ah!! how I shall show you
I'll always be your guy
Until the day I die
And even afterwards
I'm your just deserves
You're my darling bird
Perched above the horizon
Ah!! how I love you
Ah!! how I shall show you
My forever woman of my dreams
My always and everything
my hearts desire
my beauty
for you my duty
Ah!! how I love you
Ah!! how I shall show you
My darling dear
My monsieur
I long for you
Ah!! how I love you
Ah!! how I shall show you
10/28/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Nathan the Giant
A little giant he became discarded because of his age
Surrendered to a cold steel cage
His warm soft bed traded for a dog pound
Confined in fear his bellows abound
Trying to drown out the growling sounds
Standing tall upon his stubby legs
Take me home he begs
This little Dachshund a Giant he became
Hoping to once again claim a family name
She wondered in looking for a companion
Feeling the cold crates and tearing
I want to capture all of them so Dearing
But one caught her sight, as he stood so austere
He is the one sent to me from above
She knew of his journey through fearful times
So connected was she as she traveled same signs
She cradled him daily and promised this godsend
That together they would be forever friends
He returned to safety and warmth in his new home
No need for a bed for hers was his dome
Together their lonely spirits were no more
For this little one gave her love evermore
The once empty lives became an old adventure
Nathan the Dachshund became her little giant treasure
Margaret Franceschini
September 12, 2015