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A lover of freedom from the chase of the rat race that often bound him in chains, Mr. Peace was born in the deep south where the lack of quietness is a major emergency, and musical notes by cricket and bullfrog sounds of the night are the genuine state of expectation. He later migrated to a big northern city of heavy traffic, horns, and siren sounds of the noisy variety. After several years he returned to Dixie but did not stay long, lest he should be faced with possible destitution. He decided to move out west where eagles nest but struggled to find a solitudinous place of abode. So of to the ocean he would often retreat and frequented the parks to obtain surrenity. Distractions of all kinds never ceased, but he learned to 'steal away' to places most divine. It was calmness, quietness, and solitude that Mr. Peace sought, not a great escape from humankind. So he mastered the craft of inner peace, never compromising his love for and time with humanity.
05302018PSoupContest, Free Verse, Laura Loo
Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting “Trick-or-Treats.”
And eagerly we’ll each collect
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party
As we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations far removed
Instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to get all we can hold
This wickedly winsome night,
This “Hallowed Eve” of children’s dreams
For fancy and delight.
A time that kids’ imaginings
Collectively take flight
In form of costumes of all kinds-
Of whimsy and of fright.
For Dale and I, that’s part of the fun,
But even better yet
Is what we’ve counted the days off FOR-
The bounty we’re going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.
Watch as we trespass
People’s lawns, but yards with dogs
We cleverly bypass.
And when we need to go back home
To get more paper sacks,
We drop off treats we’ve got so far,
Then quickly double back. . .
Until we’ve covered every block
Of every foreknown spot
That we had ever frequented
And some that we had not!
Then good and late we homeward speed
With just a little dread,
For darkened windows greet us
And most folks have gone to bed.
We throw our candies on the floor,
So much there is to eat!
We count each chewy chocolate bar,
Each popcorn ball and sweet.
We toss out raisins, apples,
Tiny suckers, silly fruit,
Or give them to our siblings
Who received too little loot.
Then off to bed, our day complete,
We dream of how we’ll feast
Each day with glee, while savoring
Our treasury of treats.
For the Halloween Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation
Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus being given spoiler alert
subsequently forced to give reciprocal highfives.
I generally skirt tracking the weather,
nevertheless the missus would pantomime,
née blurts out with glee
meteorological conditions occurring here
out the skies above second Street
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
No rhyme nor reason prevails
necessitating yours truly to hear and/or see
what mother nature doth hold in store
concerning (Delaware, Chester,
and Montgomery) tri county locale
sometimes loosely referred to
as comprising Delaware Valley
a geographical area coterminous with
metropolitan statistical area (MSA)
and broader combined statistical area (CSA),
and composed of counties located in
Southeastern Pennsylvania, South Jersey,
Delaware, and the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
As a lifetime resident - 19473 zip code
regarding aforementioned place name,
I can ofttimes intimate
how the forecast will bode
especially if adequate hours spent outdoors,
more so when yours truly
lived at 3224 Level Road
which less likely as ole man winter
huffs and puffs with braggadocio
rarely ripping, riffing, and riding
piggyback with nor'easter.
Interestingly enough global warming
affected dramatic climate change
during course of mine lifetime,
where Currier and Ives rural
linkedin with good n plenti grange,
where agrarian lifestyle might seem strange
to urban outfitters constituting population.
Truth be told, I fondly remember those days of yore
when countless unbroken acres of greenery
whereat in Arcola a cider mill vestige
of American/British Revolutionary War
perhaps e'en centuries before frequented by troubadour
named Shakespeare, quite sad
to narrate hundreds of years postwar
(meaning that brouhaha incorporating
Declaration of Independence)
long since derelict and sold
possibly by family with surname Knorr,
(methinks his first name Ignoramus nickname Ig)
who strongly exhibited demeanor of Eeyore.
Meet the happy couple
That's Hilda all in white
Barney's there beside her
Loves her with all his might
They're an interracial couple
No problem nowadays
Frowned on not too long ago
But today it's a-okay
Met at the local horse saloon
Frequented by the equine crowd
She was a pretty show horse
He was boisterous and loud
Pretty soon, she tamed him
Settled him down just fine
Any filly would be proud to say
That stud over there is mine
Soon, a couple of months go by
Hilda's expecting a son
The happy couple race around
High hoof-ing everyone
Had a colt, called him Clyde
So proud of their little guy
Running through peaceful pastures
Then off to the clouds, they fly
You can see this happy trio at night
When you view the evening sky
The three stars south of Orion
Are Barney, Hilda and Clyde
Water appeased her thirst momentarily,
would the dehydrated and weak lass
leave any dreg at the bottom of the glass?
With her lice-infested hair she strayed away,
by staring at the fence of barbed wire...
a wish for freedom scorched hotter than fire!
The teenager girl was not tied up, or held in chains;
neither she called for help, amid sun-dipped canyons
that only coyotes frequented: who would have heard it?
Years ago, she was abducted by a convict and brutally raped.
Before she drank the clear water taken from the rain-filled bucket,
she remembered how precious feedom was...having lots of fun,
running after a kite that flew higher than the blazing sun;
that was a beautiful world: this one was the ugliest place without escape.
Isis was a major goddess of Ancient Egypt you know
She resurrected her brother and husband from down below
Osiris and she produced a son, Horus, she guarded with her life.
She was a marvelous sister, terrific mother, the ultimate wife.
Isis was requested for funerals, and helped the dead enter the afterlife.
She was conjured up in spells asking for help when others had strife.
Frequented by Nubians as well as Egyptians was her temple Philae.
Her magical powers were known by many and from countries far away.
Isis was a major influence when her popularity was at a peak.
Eventually Christianity came into vogue, the “religion of the week”.
Christianity stayed, but some think Isis had an influence on it too.
She was prominent in the ancient texts, and worshipped by quite a few.
Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.
We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf.
In deep drafts we breathed the earthy air.
Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the bloodied claw,
of the darkish-brown raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed
two sages, amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.
***********
He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to *********** for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was drawn to the blond girl
in the photo and had the face of an angel
One day after that sat a café frequented by
students, he met a young woman he thought looked
like the girls in the photo, she smiled at him
and asked him what he was studying
he told her she liked him a lot
Whenever he had a break, he went to the café
to meet herm after a week, they were holding
hands, it took him longer to invite her to see
a movie, but the ***** pictures he had seen
were disturbing, his loins lusted after her
Coming out of the cinema, walking in the dark
streets, they embraced and kissed, on fire
intensely, he lost control of the lust and
thought he had raped her, she was angry with
he threatened to tell them he had hurt her
He held around her neck and begged her not to tell
he would be fired from the UNI and sent home
so hard he pressed, she was lifeless in his grip
and fell to the ground with a gasp and thought
she was dead and ran away in a panic
He ran and ran until coming to his room, where
he was exhausted, fully dressed, and fell asleep, but in dreams, the same scene, him holding around
the girl's throat thought
it had been a dream, but he knew it was not
He undressed, smelling of her and her perfume
the child in him took over, thought of
cutting himself, confessing the murder, and hoped
they would feel compassion for him
Resigned, he changed trousers, walked to school
At the gate of the UNI, he saw her talking to two
men in suits, she saw him, she pointed and
said it's him, it's him, and they arrested him
had lost, what would his dad think of him now
After dining at the finest of Maw and Paw restaurants
Frequented by men in trucks
Outside I slipped on the gravel drive
And as would be my luck
The LARGE cowboy belt I'm so proud of
Latched on and then got stuck
Now I'm off to see America
From the front grill of a Big Mac Truck
From the plains of Plano, Texas
To the hills of Hoboken Plantation, Tennessee
There's not to many places
That Big Mac Truck did not take me
To other motorists I was Mr. Friendly
With my arms flapping in the wind
They all would honk and wave and smile
As I smiled back with my bug filled grin
For weeks and weeks we went from coast to coast
Hollywood, California is where I made my mark
Someone happened to take my picture
Which made me an instant star
So I hooked my buckle to the front of a limo
As crowds started to recognize me
A Big Mac Truck would no longer do
When your a Big Time Celebrity
I was on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon
He interviewed me from a parking lot
The limo would not fit on the couch
Plus I can't get the buckle to unlock
Now when my limo pulls up to crosswalks
Pedestrians ask for my autograph
Before the light turns green and me and the bumper we leave
I tell a few jokes and we share a few laughs
As life's fortunes would have it
I can't believe my luck
The day I tripped on that gravel drive
And fell into the grill of that Big Mac Truck
Everybody has one time or another has known
a source more powerful than
any hope less revealing and having no faith
doubts began to deny its worth.
Abandoned and forgotten by all true friends,
I questioned their loyalty spoken through words,
but deeply saddened by their long absence:
lovely days had no sun and quite nights no stars.
On an April calm evening the gentle wind was blowing through the bristling leaves,
I kindly asked if it would take my warm and flowing tears
and turn them into raindrops to defrost the cold breeze
and make them fall onto a dried-out garden without sounds, flowers and melodies.
Where no rain ever fell, a beautiful garden grew at the end of spring,
lovebirds frequented it ever since: a delight for children and mothers;
I visit it often remembering the infinite kindness of the March wind...
at night lovers gather under it for hours to make wishes on stars.