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“But Counselor Lady, I have to be the one sacrificed,” the 8-year-old argued through silent tears that were streaming so slowly down her face, I could barely see them.
“My mommy will die if I don’t take down my panties, and then I’ll be left with him all alone.”
All alone!
With him.
Oh, my gawd.
I try not to imagine that.
All alone for ten more years or twenty or thirty?
And how much damage then to this little girl,
Who wants to trust, wants to hope,
But has learned there is no one
there for her. NO ONE!
Her amazingly loving
caregivers have rightfully
taught her at 8, 7,
6, 5,maybe
even 4, or 2 that there's
no such a thing as a
Free lunch. You want
our food, a safe place
to live, new shoes,
or your mama's love,
You'd better take those
Panties down.
You want a new jacket?
We can’t afford it unless you
Take those panties down.
Because if he leaves, we
won't have any money.
And he wants you, and
I'm your mother, and
you'd better respect me.
You are in control here,
young lady! We are
Just waiting for YOU to
Do the right thing. So
Damn it little girl, take those panties down!
I am just a girl writing poetry (a woman) poetess like many and
it is sad how there are cliques that push their views
allmostlike . . . a gang with an influential alpha leader
the center of attention in words and words( infinity)
abashing the non-believers (those of a different opinion)
a narrow-minded few and haven for personswithmeanbraincells
I am no stranger to this pain(this childish devastation)
they have no respect for right or wrong or hurting
will bash anyone who stands alone . . .
the followers(like puppydogswaggingtails)follow mindlessly
oh gawd I don't like the clickclattercrackleclink of endless words
the cliqueycliquishcliquishly the inner circle of bullys
held together by a thread of theatrical banterlikebehavior
I know this behaviour(Iwas5yearsold)
see it is not just adolescents girls who enjoy cliquishness
a small group of few can form a crew agangofbashers
shameonyou . . .
but . . . I am proudstrong I am not in a clique
I am independent(yearsofbullying)has been my companion
so echoic cliques are useless againstthehighwall I have built
to protect my soul my spirit my poetry(yet you can still)
breakanalreadybrokenheart . . . shame on you and
thissweetkindgirlwoman has had enough
_____________________________
May 30, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/shameonyou
Copyright Protected, ID 05-678-445-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Women Only #2,
sponsor, Kelly Deschler, Judged 2015
Fourth Place
Poem of the Day, June 1, 2015
Said Hank to his pard, "I reckon we took a wrong turn back yonder!
How we ended up in this here gawd awful place I'll ferever ponder."
"Ya shoulda listened to me when we come to that Y in the trail,
But, no, you insisted we go left an' here we are!" he went on to rail!
"We ain't got a lick uv water an' I don't see none in them hogbacks.
We ain't met a livin' soul 'cept some prairie dogs an' diamondbacks!"
"Ho! Is them Injuns I hear comin' over that ridge back thar a-hollerin'?
This is jes' another fine skillet uv feesh ya have managed to git us in!"
"Buck up ol' pard" said Tex to his pal. "I'm sure they is friendly types,
Wantin' to parley fer some coffee, sugar an' terbaccy fer thar pipes!"
"But I reckon we shouldn't take chances an' if'n yer willin' ol' pard,
Me an' my hoss is leapin' off'n this cliff tho' the landin' be mighty hard!"
They took the plunge diggin' deep furrows with their noses in the ground!
Accordin' to lore this is how Black Hills gold in the Badlands was found!
Entry fer Isaiah Zerbst's "Cowboys In The Badlands" Contest
Two grizzled master sergeants repaired to the NCO Club to cry in their beer.
Their jawing invariably turned to discussing the 'old army' of yesteryear.
They grew up in the 'brown shoe' army and of it they liked to reminisce.
'Twas 'happy hour', beer was cheap and their gripes went a lot like this:
"By gawd! Used to be I could take a kid behind the barracks and kick his ass!
Now, ever' time ya turn around they're buggin' ya fer a three-day pass!"
"Yep, they think they can git away with anything jesh 'cause they're a volunteer!
Ya won't believe what I shaw today! An earring danglin' from a soldier's ear!"
"We ate C-rations in our day without all them fanchy frills they have today.
Today, if a kid don't git schteak and lobster on hish plate there's 'ell to pay!"
"It wassh called a 'mesh hall' in the old army and we ate off'n schteel trays.
Now, it's a 'dinin'' facility' and, yesh, we schlept on cots in open bays!"
"Yesh. Things was so schimple when all we dealt with was mornin' reports.
I'm scared of them computin' things that is invadin' all the army forts!"
"In the old days I'd tell a kid what to do and he wouldn't give me no shass!
In the new army if I chew out mommy's boy he goes schlobberin' to the brass!"
"Now, they make us wear them silly lookin' berets jesh like them blimey Brits!"
"Yesh. I don't know about you but I schtink it's time I called it quits!"
"Yesh. I agree. I schtink it's time to retire and end this miserable career!"
"But jush a minute, old pal. Before happy hour ends lesh have 'nother beer!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Ever take one of those psychological stress quizzes
With one of those psychiatrist
Know-it alls?
Me neither.
Ever gonna?
Me neither.
What would be the point?
Oh, my GAWD! You should be depressed.
Stern look.
I’m not.
Then something is wrong with you.
Thanks.
That will be $150.
You may pay my receptionist on your way out.
That’s it?
Yes, this was your intake session.
I get the receptionist’s phone number on the way out.
We are having coffee so she can tell me more about the
Awful psychiatrist she works for.
I do not feel badly about giving her a
Check that will bounce.
I believe that everyone should have the right to be whoever they are
And allow others to exercise that same right
I believe that everyone should have the right to think what they think
And allow others to exercise that same right
I believe that everyone should be able to speak their mind
And allow others to speak theirs
I believe that I have the right to disagree with your thoughts and beliefs
And that you have the right to disagree with my thoughts and beliefs
I know that my thoughts and beliefs have been influenced by your thoughts and beliefs
Because I listened to your voices not your shouting.
And I would hope the same is true of your thoughts and beliefs.
I believe that we are all Americans, or came here and became Americans
Because in America we can find a way to become whoever we are,
Believe and think as we will, and speak of these beliefs openly.
I believe that we all have a responsibility to protect and defend
The principles of this nation and to preserve the promise of its Constitution.
If you have read this far you may be becoming A CONSERVATIVE LIBERAL….
©9/19/2023
I think I’ll write of love
twinkling eyes and turtle doves
gazing into limpid space
‘THAT” look plastered on their face
babbling in soundless awe
elevating every flaw
hours spent in fawning glee
she loves me more than I love me
my eyes, my nose, my greasy hair
the very feelings that I share
although I cannot tell her so
I fear she’d just get up and go
her foot - it rubs up to my knee
oh gawd, please stop, I gotta pee
another problem to beset us
on her teeth….that piece of lettuce
and as we talk of reading Chaucer
he sips his tea….right from the saucer
they linger now – parting’s sweet sorrow
perhaps they’ll Facebook on the morrow
John G. Lawless
©11/14/2018
Who moved the room? What colors are these?
Where are you going? Chuckle. Chuckle. Who cares?
Gas in the dentist office is not half as great as.
Who are you? Oh. Okay. Sure.
You can crash over there next to the others.
Oh, that is so pretty! Oh, my Gawd! What IS that?
Wow! Keeping myself here always.
Real life can just....
What is going on?
Hey! I have missed you so much! Hey, it's my soul!
My SOUL is here! What are these colors?
I am so damned hungry. Maybe one more brownie.
I will dance with you. No. I will fly with you.
I do not even need you. I need no one!
I am flying now.
I can fly as high as I want.
Call me Peter Pan.
Just let me go.
Let me be.
Who said that? What are you the CIA?
What colors are these? These are NEW colors!
Wow!
They'd be war a'coming
nay a battle
for wars a meant to last ...!
They say wars do end ...
and then they turn into battles
then battles become personal
then personal becomes private
and then private goes behind closed doors ...
Ahh, ... then when those doors open
they hold up a paper
and on that paper
it has their signed names
still wet with inked stains
and on that so-called paper
with the contents thereon
just a fraction of it
just the gist of it
just be but a tiny ...
'piece' ...
the word ...
'
P
E
A
C
E'.
Oh, 'GAWD-awful' of me
don't forget that period at ...
T E
H N
E D ...
Then the funniest thing had happened
in the 'little' or 'long'
thereafter,
depending on how you value your time ...
T I D
H N R
E K IED ...
As I said
They'd be war a'coming
... but then again,
It could be just a ...
R
U
M
O
R.
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hell no waiter what's that fly doing in my soup?
~the backstroke monsieur favorite of the connoisseur's soup poop
pesky fly in my soup good gawd ~ i'd swat the bloody thing but i shan't
not worth the stain on my shiny new suit ~ off with you beastly pest, scoot
—Add on by Tom Woody
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