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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.
It is to be,
The path that my mother took,
The guiding hand that left her at a tender age,
The foster home that taught her about rage,
The lessons she learned as she turned the pages of each day,
The education she acquired made her diligent, dexterous, and dutiful.
It is to be,
The man my mother met on her journey,
The man she deeply fell in love with,
The man who made her smile in the morning light,
The man who stood by her through the darkest nights,
The man who showed her both the old and new ways.
It is to be,
The tempest that interrupted my family's voyage,
The turbulence that pulled my parents apart,
The stranger who made my mother dwindle,
The mystery she called a riddle.
It is to be,
The end of an era,
The shards and fragments of broken bonds,
The unsent letters my mother wrote,
The songs she sang during her dark days,
Songs of hope and praise.
It is to be,
The man I have become,
The enigma that dwells in my chamber,
The mystery I sometimes confront,
The memories that haunt me,
The untold encounters that have made me bold.
Written: October 30, 2023,
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When the sunlight rays dawning to decay
Within the scenic shade of the tall trees,
Foster felicity flows forth and fray,
Dappling the vista with a subtle breeze
Casting twirling shades in the woodland floor.
Vintage music stirs up forlorn desire,
A ceaseless mixture of light and leaves tore
Pith pearl persuasive pontoon painted pyre
Consume the elixir of leaves and beams
Light and bush rattles pulchrify the earth
Soak in the luscious komorebi gleams,
Ineffable grace, a trice of high worth
Light and leaves exudate a calm aura
Time seems to pose in gossamer flora...
1st place contest winner
You don't need a baby in your tummy
To be labeled as a mommy
As long as you give a child
Love to last them quite a while
You can be an aunt that shares
Laughter that dries all sad tears
Sharing smiles every day
Keeping the dark clouds away
A godmother full of love
That will always push and shove
Away the dangers in the night
That can cause a scary fright
A new stepmother who will be
Part of a loving family
Promising to be there
When you need guidance and care
A foster mom who wants to make
A lonely child's bad heartache
Go away and stop forever
By signing an adoption letter
Look around and you will see
Mom types living differently
But the same in many forms
Keeping children safe and warm
I'm begging you, please don't hit me again.
I'm not able to defend myself, I'm only ten.
Please don't hit me again, it hurts both physically and emotionally.
I don't deserve to be hit and if you were in my shoes, you'd agree.
My emotional scars can never be removed because of what you've done.
You've been a terrible father but I haven't been a terrible son.
Please don't hit me again, your blows bruise my body and make me bleed.
Being taken out of this house and put in a foster home is exactly what I need.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, many children are victims of child abuse. If you see a child being abused, please do what you can to stop it.)
Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
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Life is a symphonic cynosure
a charming composition
sung in tune noisily in tandem
merriment liberates us
spread the tunes of life
a ready-made ubiquitous syntax
moon voices Jukebox heart
Iron harps croon the days
I used to walk Elvis line in his heyday.
Twilight dream orchestrator
soars on silver wings
across the eerie sea
past raven-singing islets
race the clock
swap hourglass sand
reset to our first trip,
let's foster solid walls.
Life is a bittersweet symphony.
Love, laughter,
and silent dreams
In verses, rhythm begins
Steering us via life's curveballs
a calm ballad may be feasible
dreamlike memory
dusty paths to neon-lit roadways
catching dreams, sailing
weeping as a lone harp
I'm queueing until death
to travel as a country song
via onomatopoeia syntax
a metonymy, twangy melody.
paint hope on breeze
as moonlight amid trees
or pearly umbrella stars
dancing in cosmic black sea
dark orchestra conductor
revive ancient music
until ivory beams last.
Life is a melody to be sung
play it gently as a drumbeat
life serenade in riptide
years notes strum
cosmic tapestry links us to poetry
spirits dance in unison,
life is akin to writing a song,
with our key and tone
each life has a meaning,
we pick the theme and chorus
a song bearing our name
an inclusive rhythm
life's a tune.
A wah-wah pedal creates a vocal-like, "crying" sound by filtering a guitar's frequency spectrum. As you rock the foot pedal, it sweeps a band-pass filter up and down, boosting mid-range frequencies to emulate a human voice saying "wah" or "ooo-aaa"
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Ya'll no the one. A man meets a Woman, they began talking and take steps toward being friends and becoming more and more friendly. This doesn't jive with her life style, as she has selected to be a person who values female friendship over the priorities of being a woman in a one man, one woman relationship, with furthering that foster marriage and supports the union through all the aspects of caring. He has never had a relationship that was noteworthy and could be used to compare, might one would do so to show comparison and compatibility He buy's her a necklace and the woman cites him as trying to manipulate her and cites possible grooming tactics: but he is sincere and gifts her from kindness. They speak of enjoying a concert, she again speaks this to her friends, and they speak ill of such doings as they find the whole event unyielding and not worthy of conversation.
.This then isolates her from potential partnering; with him where quality time could be shared and enjoyed.
Than separating him and her where it is visible seen and frustrating to those involved. Her relationship with her family then becomes strained. Needing money her fiends then speaks of the gentlemen as a support system, still not as someone worthy enough to be loved. oThen the friends began to separate the two from one another as they appear happy again.. Blurring the lines and frustrating there togetherness, they separate her from her support systems from her support systems which is a tactic often used by traffickers and abusers to gain control and increase dependency. Thus she decided to abandon the guy and collaborate in full reversal of what had been established before creating conversations that could began frustrated things in conversation.
-------Written By:--------Publius Ovidius Naso-------------------Al-Hakawati:------------------------------------------------------Respectivly-----------------------
Liberty on a pedestal but her chains are hidden
We built our walls of fear, not stone,
And called them safety, called them home.
While liberty stood watching, mute,
As we forged golden shackles to
Protect ourselves from phantom threats.
The eagle with clipped wings still soars
In memory and faded song,
But cannot reach the heights once known
When boundless skies invited flight.
We trade our voices for a peace
That echoes hollow in the night.
Each right surrendered—small at first—
Until the weight of all we've lost
Becomes the chain we drag behind.
Silent statues weep at dusk,
Their copper dreams corroded now.
Freedom's torch extinguished by
The very hands that raised it high.
Yet hope remains in whispered words,
In those who question, those who stand.
For liberty, though bound, still breathes
And waits for hands to break these chains.????????????????
Like water, we are consistently in portability.
We've generally been headed for our fate to fulfill
Achieving understanding, information, and empathy
At the point when we recover our habit of life-thrill. ?
After a phony gloat, air and water rose to claim.
Garbled, yet with the tone, It's trivial chatter.
"I'm focusing on all," the water said I'm fame.
I'm here for living creatures, and I assist them to foster.
I douse the flames that had injured a lot of people.
I supply goods across seas as if I were land and sky.
As a result, the air surged up and said, "I am the air."
Each species was created as a result of my supply.
Yearning makes hearts alive, so there is stillness.
I pushed the slag of the wind blew, ebbing the way.
All water offers benefits that may yield our bliss.
There is no air apart from god will; for him, we pray.
I can envision the tangle of a sluggish ocean.
The water fiercely snaps and swerves.
The same as ideas were bouncing around in my brain.
I'm pulled back by the wind, unable to alter steps.
The waves are hostile as they lash toward the cove.
Blowing a fog aped a heave of cold air breathed out.
Our identity is gone; our life is a wizardry rove.
The brain is utterly throwing around with wave shout.
Times consistent ascent and fall, unending drops of sorrow.
Many intend the need to show a wish paddler profundity.
Significantly nearly ruin, a caring touch made all the bestow.
The water has the sparkle of soul and God's trustability.
Written: June 15, 2021
All Yours (Jun 27) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
"Our nation needs to prosper,
"Our people deserve to thrive,
"But the old ways do not foster,
"The betterment for which we strive!"
These words erupt at every campaign
And that part, at least, is true
But truth erodes with each subsequent claim
On which candidate would be the best for you
The faces emblazoned on every walls
Captioned by grand promises they've made
They set themselves on high pedestals
They stand with virtue banner waved
They promise liberty and peace
To build a better future for us all
They preach of security and justice
With them at lead, we'll never fall
"So, come, raise your voices," they implore
"Your trust in me would make us great
"And our opponents; oh, how we abhor
"They hinder Progress, deserving our hate,"
Then comes the day to cast our votes
That would pave way to a new era
Then the elect must honour their words
To realise their promised utopia
And we would wait with bated breaths
For the victor's name to be declared
The verdict, to some, befell like death
While others rejoiced with much fanfare
But 'tis no time for celebration
For the journey's just begun
Will the five-year duration
Be enough to get things done?
Perhaps we've all underestimated
How quickly time goes pass
And then the process gets restarted
With much still at an impasse
Yet we are hopeful, and so we wait still
For a leader, pure and clear of blame
Who would one day rise up and fulfill
The words they have always proclaimed:
"Our nation needs to prosper,
"Our people deserve to thrive,
"But the old ways do not foster,
"The betterment for which we strive!"