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He died for freedom and the righteous cause of liberty.
He gave up his own life so others could enjoy liberty.
"OOH What a lucky man he was. OOH What a lucky man
he was.....Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died."***
The Short Story.*** "Oh What a Lucky Man he was."***
He died alone with no freedom fighters at his side. He fought
against slavery and oppression and to help liberate his fellow man.
But he was just another human, and an ordinary man. He was not
a professional solder or a police man. He witnessed danger around
him so he sacrificed his life for his fellow woman.
He died in an dark and dangerous ally way, trying the save
the life and the virtue of a young woman. Vicious hoodlums
instantly attacked and knifed him. The earth cried out in pain,
as it received the life blood of a young and noble man. Their
attackers also murdered the young woman, after robbing her
of her virtue!
A few days later their bodies were discovered by the police women and
the police man. He was given a hero's funeral for the courageous way
he died. He wasn't a pillar of the community, he was not important nor
gainfully employed. If the facts be made known, he was unemployed.
He never held a job in his entire young life. He was a drifter and a loner.
He lived and died a John Doe and she also lived and died as a Jane Doe. They enjoyed their fifteen minutes of fame upon their untimely demise. The law enforcement community and the family of the young woman mourned
their wasted young lives! The hoodlums were apprehended by the law.
But they did not repent of their dastardliness deeds. They held no remorse
at all. How many other victims' did they stab with their knives?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 05, 2020
***This is a fictional short story.
Beautiful downtown Atlanta
Sunny, blue, cloudless sky
Tall, wide, massive buildings
Window glass glistening in the sun
Beautiful, well-dressed people
Gainfully employed people
Taking care of business people
Running essential errands
Contributing to the community
Pursuing positive, purposeful lives.
I take in the sights, sounds, smells
Sounds of people walking, talking
Engines revving and car horns honking
Smells of restaurants and fast food vendors
Engine exhaust and overheated brakes
Feel of the sidewalk
Under my expensive dress shoes
Heat of the sun on my face and neck
Exciting hustle and bustle
Of a thriving metropolis.
A faint, “Please, sir …” reaches my ears
And a homeless man appears
Dirty, disheveled, hirsute
“Please, sir, could you …”
I divert my eyes, quicken my pace
Ignoring his petty pleas
His weak speech trails off
As he disappears in my wake
Bothersome soul, good riddance!
Why doesn’t the city do something?
Days later the encounter troubled me
I was so proud of the way I handled myself
How easy it is to dismiss a soul in need
Months later the encounter tormented me
Instead of the clever human I thought I was
I had become unfeeling, unkind, uncaring
Years later the encounter still haunts me
Never will it ever happen again
Never … ever …
-Angst-
Faces fragmented on a mirror that I broke.
Bad luck wearing a cloak.
Poverty was gambling with my currency.
Rabid dog was running down the road: -
Turtle dove cooing.
"E-vil , is necessary, e-vil, is necessary".
Granted-my polemic must have borders.
But it was angst that had me racing down the street: -
Let me not digress again today.
While time is committing suicide.
Give me that of which they do not - save money.
Embrace the very thing i flee from.
Muted cry of desperation.
Gainfully busted in execution.
Shoots me dead in the- middle- of -the -road.
Incessant motion and constant innovation,
Are the defining features of our modern generation,
The hustle and bustle that drives our economy,
Also help us avoid the ghost of monotony.
But even the great God of all the nations,
After six days of His many creations,
Took time to rest on the seventh day,
As an example for the world to follow alway.
Six days you should labor is His command,
And rest on the seventh is His demand,
When this day of worship and rest we observe,
We give Father, Son, and Spirit the honor they deserve.
You may say that in today’s economy this is not feasible,
But I would point you to what Corona has shown is possible,
Our economies have almost ground to a halt,
Even though it is not due to our own fault.
Only businesses deemed to be a necessity,
Remain open during this global calamity,
Millions of people who were working before,
Are not gainfully employed anymore.
Businesses once thriving, their doors had to shutter,
Streets that were once buzzing with activity and human chatter,
Are now strangely silent and almost deserted,
And our busses and trains are no longer crowded.
Events long planned have been cancelled or postponed,
Our sports heroes can’t display the skills they have honed,
People once free to move when they wish,
Have been ordered to stay in and not be selfish.
And what is the reason, Oh, what is the cause,
Of this rare phenomenon of a world in pause?
It was ordered by our leaders and enacted by laws,
Designed to check the spread of Covid and close his devouring jaws.
So, when this nightmare is over, and things to normal return,
I hope we will trust God, and his law no more spurn,
By laboring six days and working because,
He said work for six days and on the seventh take a pause.
Don’t wait till world leaders enforce Sunday laws in disasters’ wake,
To convince us to rest for the environment’s sake,
God’s law will not change till the heavens the SON shall burst,
He said rest on the seventh and not on the first.
Wildflowers sleeping late on dewy days
Rather than traveling on mountaintops
Two flowers embrace in harmony
Cognizant of nature's patrimony
Thankful for the few good years that remain
Their love gracefully grows time and again
Their patience now merrily thrives again
Wildflowers could choose to question each day
Whether they're pleased with love's years that remain
Times that they picnic on blue mountaintops
Mindful of scenery's patrimony
In a world rejoicing harmony
All nature embraces harmony
Its beauty will gainfully grow again
Flowing through wild nature's patrimony
And rising with the new sun every day
Traveling across ancient, rugged cliffs
Primordial with thousands of years that remain
Here, they seek to triumphantly remain
With emergent nature's harmony
The journeys across grassland mountaintops
With love infinitely growing again
Nature knows to embrace the sunny day
Aware of life's unique patrimony
What breed's nature's carefree patrimony?
What will wildflowers evoke that remains?
Will they take time to value emergent days,
Basking in life's vast harmony?
The cliffside climbers all ascend again
And there emerge challenging green clifftops.
Rather than travel upon mountaintops
Consious of primeval patrimony
Wildflower's bright love gently grows again
Thankful for the modest moments that remain
Wildflowers embracing in harmony
In flower beds, sleeping late, lazy days.
From the lofty snowcapped peaks
of Kilimanjaro
The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace,
No need to hurry, this is not a race,
Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew.
As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue,
There's movement spied where none existed moments prior,
A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire,
The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day.
The few Wildebeest amongst them if only they could talk they'd say,
We're happy to be safe in this weird and motley crowd,
Despite the fact these Zebras are so boisterous and loud,
What's a little banter when the promise is of grazing in contented peace.
Double is their luck as the pert Egyptian geese
Act as wary Sentinels, their honks resounding loud,
Alerted by the pride of crouching lions, their countenance so proud,
Scouting for that meal for their young to feed.
A Wildebeest or two would fill those hunger pangs indeed,
Were it not for those Hyenas prowling on their scent,
To steal their hard-fought prize definitely hell bent,
Neither party cowered, neither will give
ground.
But what's a little tiff when prey does so abound,
A fragile land of bounty, God's country that's for sure,
Where every single creature finds ways to gainfully endure,
Africa in all its glory, nature’s living work of art.
In an attempt to document my worth to your esteemed organization, I hereby submit my unredacted resume.
I was educated using blocks, books, chalk, blackboards and the slide rule. “Testing” was used to “evaluate” progress and assist in future choices.
I graduated Magna cum softly from a “free” education facility with a double major in life and its unlimited learning experiences. I am presently enrolled in its post graduate “Masters” program.
I am currently up to date on all of the recent “vaccinations”, upgrades and mask wearing theory.
I do, however, suffer from a long-standing problem with a “work ethic” issue and find it difficult not to show up and produce as I believe it is important to my remaining gainfully employed.
When asked by another employee a question such as: “I wonder what he/she thinks?” I usually reply: “I’m more concerned about why you're so concerned about what he/she thinks.”
I would bring to your “work” place an open mind (not to be confused with an empty head).
If you are interested in offering me employment please contact me by snail mail as my computer mysteriously disappeared last night.
John G.Lawless
©3/20/2023
Form:
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
If you're not happy in your work
to thy own self be true.
Please find what works for you,
that job that makes you happy.
Being gainfully employed means
you, are making money.
Happy in your work,
having a satisfying career.
There are some people
so happy in their work
that they'd almost do it for free.
You hear them say
“I can't believe they pay me to do this”
Sure, you'll have those days
where you work hard
and feel like you
earned your money.
Those are the days your
employer got their monies worth.
Some even call it modern day slavery.
But working where you’re not happy,
is like your being paid to be miserable.
If you're not happy
it’s a dead-end career.
If you're not a people person
then don't work the front desk.
You will never be at your best.
Don't answer the phone
leave those unsuspecting people alone.
They will hear the misery
in your tone,
The road not taken,
Well, that was your choice.
To thy own self be true.
Doing the same thing, every day production.
Repetitive motion, where there's little
or no chance for promotion.
If factory work isn't for you,
then find something better to do.
Santa’s elves and the seven dwarfs’
they whistle while they work.
You never hear them complain.
You are nobody’s fool
so be cool and go back to school.
If you want be
somewhere else
with someone else
doing something else.
Wishing will not make so,
find what makes you happy
and by all means go!
Mum, The Financial Advisor
‘You are the tea leaves I am the teapot, I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Thus sets the stage of similarities and whatnot, lighting the mood for the afterglow,
The morning after, we see what had been taught, not much but the status quo,
You are the cream and sugar, I am the coffee, I the beehive and you the honey,
Taste has sweetened, well-brewed and lofty, firm prospect meaning money,
More meaningful, and the setting more warmly, gainfully significant and carefree,
Ergo, breakfast entertains calmly and promptly, ending in a financial apogee,
Good morning moments, familial time, satisfyingly, and a future that was meant to be.
2020 February 24
*2nd Place*
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Maria Williams
~~Silent One