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I-Robby
Robby had been married going on eight years,
2hen his Marie demanded a divorce,
whe had been planning, lawyering up,
and instantly dragged it into the court.
Poor Robby had not seen it coming,
he thought things had been going quite well,
he could barely deal with loosing his love,
much less navigating Family Court hell.
Worst still Marie had cleaned out their accounts,
so he had to borrow from his parents,
just to afford a junior lawyer,
in truth, Robby was unable to bear it.
Being separated from his two boys,
being along with no partner if life…
What could he have done to ever have earned
the enmity of his once loving wife?
The proceedings, they just kept dragging on,
and Robby faced insurmountable bills,
then one day Marie claimed that he’d hit her,
that his temper was always set to kill?!
Robby’s family gawked in disbelief,
their boy never even been in a fight,
they all tried to say the Marie had lied,
but she played the judge’s sympathies right.
Men don’t fare well in Family Courts,
in the end Rob lost near sixty percent,
add the that alimony, child support,
and no custody of his two children.
The young men felt his world crashing on down,
but the worst of it was yet to come,
Marie’s claims made their way up to his boss,
and within weeks, Rob’s position was gone.
When he told the judge he was out of work,
and his payments would have to be changed,
she said,”I’ll have to investigate this,
many dead-beats go to lengths to not pay.”
That dragged on for several long months,
and Robby was already long broke,
one morning a cop waited on his front door,
and with a sneer, glared at Robby and spoke:
“We have got a complaint that you have not
paid up on this month’s child support.
A warrant has been issued for your arrest,
I really hate dealing with your sort!”
He tried to explain his words with the judge,
but the officer really didn’t care,
dragged into court, Rob found the same judge,
glowering down at him from her chair.
“Your wife needs those payments to survive,
nut you seem to think this is a joke,
so you’re going to spend a week in jail,
and learn an important lesson, I hope.”
As to the judge’s biased nature,
Robby no longer had any doubts,
and none there knew that when he went away,
never more would he ever come out…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Dark space
Cold
&
inexorable
soul
adrift
heart
stopped
plopped
shocked
gawked
I see you
in
majestic
&
forlorn
debarred
Not alive
Not dead
depressive
state
bereft
of
cocoon
&
callousness
drunk
on
cashmere
kisses
on
brink
of
wonder
as
flying
soaring
beyond
tipsy
skyline
glimmering
where
love
left me
breathless
soaked
inebriated
with
aroma
of
flowers
snagged
in
tangent
thought
needle
thread
tales
of
antique
mauve
lodge
in
every
stitch
and
soldered
spirit
wanting
to
learn
about
peace & love
a
touching
scale
to
climb
hanging
upside down
from
clouds
in
a
starry
sky
1st place contest winner
Written: March 1st, 2023
Your Pick Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
...We sat at the bar, and the beer was cold,
much better than any that I had drunk,
compared to this, all of Earth’s beer was junk,
and up here it seemed things weren’t bought or sold,
“Money ain’t nothing up here,”I was told.
“Now I’m betting this all doesn’t seem right,”
said Ras as he settled down in their sight,
“You know all those people who gawked and stared?
They’ve never seen Earth, they’ve never been there.
They’re never had to work, struggle, or fight.
“They’ve never known death, see, they were born here,
descendants of people just like yourself,
who died on Earth, and escaped chains of hell,
and like all righteous in Heaven appeared,
but, you see, that’s where things get kind of weird.
People love on Earth, in Heaven more so,
this is paradise, that’s just how things go.
The result of that, those people outside,
who’ve never felt pain the whole of their lives,
just the thought of it impossible to know.
“And of course those folks have kids of their own,
until they outnumbered their earth-born kin,
just one-in-a-million here have felt sin,
trials and tribulations are unknown,
more innocent generations are sown.
So folks like you, I’m afraid you stand out,
you’ve known things they’ve only wondered about,
ain’t in the bible, but that’s how it works,
most of God’s children have never know hurt,
immortal lives they live, free of all doubt.”
With that he finished, poured me another,
I tried to make sense of all Ras explained,
and the implications did wrack my brain,
to know that here I would be ‘the other,’
that they’d never known hardship or bother.
How did one relate to those born in bliss,
who’d never tasted blood, heard a snake’s hiss?
When tribulation made you what you were,
when you had been molded by brutal Earth,
how did a sheltered soul make sense of this?
And deeper thoughts were churning in my gut,
I looked at Ras who stood smiling,
then said, “How is it God could do this thing?
To give some all, an to let others rot?
What did earth-born do to deserve their lot?
Did we not crave Eden, a better life,
did we not wish to escape all the strife?
Why should we have to feel trouble and pain?
Why did we face it again and again?
When they faced nothing…it just isn’t right!”
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
One lone rose tumbled from the basket,
the same as the others but set apart
All were beautiful. They congregated
in one basket, these Southern belles,
but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled,
she’d cut her ties. She loved them, indeed,
but not exclusively. No one was there
to hold her by the hand. She knew
and cared about the world out there.
all the southern belles
beautiful, adorned in pink ~
one lone rose cut ties
She’d end up in a beautiful bouquet,
dusted off, picked up from the floor.
She was the bride’s favorite - was she
something new or something old?
She wasn’t sure - it didn’t matter,
she was used for a moment in time,
carried as the piano played, as
the crowd stood to admire the bride.
how the bouquet served,
open to severed flower ~
the pride of the bunch
Puffed-up in the part she played.
The lovely pink dustable would be saved,
dried, sprayed. She was loved, as surely
as if she was the velveteen rabbit, boxed
up - almost nearly ever gawked at. Her
favorite time was when a little girl, who
looked so much like the bride of years-
gone-by, opened the box and picked her up.
surprise opening
admired, crushed, and scattered rose
a little girl laughs
She was admired and crushed and
a puckered up lady scooped her up
and kissed her over and over again
telling her of her favorite flower - a foundling
she admired even with its scattered petals.
kisses are gathered
strewn on the cheeky lassie ~
she’s a gift of life
She gave one petal to the mischievous girl -
“God bless you! May this grow into
a pretty bouquet, special and unique.
I’ve been so blessed, dear one.
May your life be so blessed too.”
understanding not
but love was never forgot
for girl’s heart was full
Then the worn out rose saw the old
bride kiss her granddaughter, again,
as they laughed and the girl’s cheeks
turned an eternal pink, taking on the hue
of reignited petals. She would stand apart
from the rest, though she loved them all
would serve the world. Her name was Rose.
her namesake of old
ruffled, lacy, magi’s gift
a blessing from God
9/1/2022
Sitting, watching my favorite fishing channel on TV,
Then I hear my wife screaming, calling out to me.
I run up the stairs, into the bathroom, a huge spider,
She stopped screaming and I saw what frightened her.
I was startled when I gawked at first glance,
Have you seen one this big? Don’t raise your hands all at once.
I took off my slipper and with a might thwack,
Hit the bugger right across its back.
It just stood there dazed; surely it must have felt pain,
I thought it had looked at me as if to say tickle me again.
I put on my thick rubber gloves and gave it another whack,
Quickly picked it up wrapped it in tissue, flushed it and that was that.
My wife was all over me, hey to nights the night,
I actually did something for once that was right.
She took her shower and beckoned me to the room,
I felt the same way as if I were a newly wed groom.
So I took my shower tarted myself up for the kill,
Killing that spider earned me brownie points, a good deal.
I put on my gown and looked in the mirror, combed the eye brows,
Then I saw it, bigger than one I killed the size of a turd from a cow.
It covered my head and it began to hiss,
This spider was a mother of a size and it was pissed.
I screamed not a the sight of it but what was to happen,
My wife had a 2x4 aiming for it, ready to clap him.
I moved forward toward the mirror, the spider saw itself and jumped to attack,
The 2x4 came down with force and hit me on the head and the back.
I fell toward the spider and screamed, it jumped in my mouth,
I passed out but before I did I felt it trying to head south.
I fell on the wash basin, my teeth scraped the bowl chopping it in two,
In my unconscious state my mouth began to chew
The ambulance driver thought the foam in my mouth was due to a cardiac arrest
So they gave me two thousand volts on the chest
I got up with a scream, spat the **** end of the spider that made me choke
It stuck to the ambulance driver’s nose which I then broke
This happened at such a fast pace
Now I had my head stitched up and I’ve been done for GBH
Ps. I am still waiting to get some Love
© 2000
...For four years he wandered, a human scourge,
throwing in with the worst type of dregs.
He robbed from so many without a thought,
and when he slept, he saw only red.
He soon was wanted in countless counties,
but he felt no remorse for his deeds.
They didn’t understand their laws were bunk,
that life was nothing but anguish and need.
He threw in with Black Thompson along the way,
a killer who would slayed all inis path,
they had a plan to knock off a train,
loaded with gold bullion and greenback cash.
The robbery went off smooth and easy,
Black Thompson didn’t have to fire his gun.
The gang rode away into Nebraska hills,
dreaming of the haul they had won.
At a small hill they dropped their masks,
and began dividing up the big haul,
when they heard a whinny, saw a rider,
not far off, on a horse rather small.
“Get that bastard, he’s seen our face!”
was the cry Black Thompson gave out.
Anders and two others, Barton and Bill,
charged at the figure with a shout.
The small figure rode and they pursued
for three mils up to a long ridge,
Barton got ahead, cornered the rider,
drawing near they saw it was a kid.
He shook in his saddle, lip quivering,
be could not be much older than eight.
...about the age that Chester would be,
had he not been stolen by fate.
Bill and Barton whopped and hollered,
but Anders felt a cold, surging chill.
“Best not to wait, do the job Thorn,”
were the words of the rustler Bill.
Anders looked at the boy on his pony,
and then slowly he removed his Colt,
he lifted it up, then turned on Bill,
the pistol round made the thug jolt.
He fell from his horse, and Barton gawked,
so Anders shot him square between the eyes.
“Run boy,”he cried,”Ride, do not stop!
I am going to buy you the time!’
The child took off, bawling out in tears,
and Anders turned back to the distant gang.
They had heard the shot, and rode near,
four of them mounted on painted mustangs.
Anders said,”Lord, what have I become?
If you’re out there, listen just this once.
I do not care what happens to me,
but you better protect that little one...”
CONCLUDES IN PART III
Eamon heard the rocks skitter away,
scree tumbling down with his every step,
descending from towering Mount Gilborne,
to a lake below where he could rest.
He knew a spot to set up his new tent,
where the conifers came down to the shore,
vibrant blue waters, the peak high above,
a nature-lover could not ask for more.
After setting up camp he went to the lake
to get water to boil for his food,
when he happened upon a man setting traps
in the water wearing clothing quite rude.
His shirt and pants all seemed to be deer-hide,
right down to the old western type fringe,
he wore a fur hat and long moccasins
that ran all the way up past his shins.
Standing in the shallows, he set his trap,
then he looked up and jumped back two feet,
shouted,”You fool, you could’ve been shot!
What’s the idea sneaking up on me!”
Said Eamon,“I didn’t mean to scare you,
and I see there that you’ve got beaver traps,
I like cosplay as much as anyone,
but I must ask, have you a permit for that?”
The man just gave him a peculiar look,
“Now just what’re you talkin’ about, man?
I came out here to this cold frontier,
ain’t need no permit to be on this land.”
Said Eamon,”I get you are playing a part,
and I don’t work for the Forest service,
but I want to keep the wilderness wild,
so I’m going to have to report this.”
“You’ll ride all the way back to St. Louis
to accuse a man committing no crime?”
The man just gawked and shook his shaggy head,
“Good luck then, you’ll have one hell of a time!
“I holed up here to avoid the Blackfeet,
they’ve been rampaging ’round without care,
you try to go now, I’ll bet you twenty plews,
you won’t escape these peaks with you hair!”
Said Eamon,”I get that you like history,
but I don’t really care who you are,
you can’t just go and trap any old thing,
that is taking this bit much too far!”
With that he turned to his bulging frame pack,
and dug out from it his satellite phone,
he typed in a number, and then turned back,
but the strangely dressed man was long gone…
* * *
They told me, "Leave Brooklyn, find the green,"
"Head upstate, change the scene,"
Nature's arms open wide,
So I took that long Amtrak ride.
I knew there were bobcats, I knew there was bear
So I took my pit-bull Chewbacca, any bear would beware
His last victim was a carjacker on the lam.
Teeth clamped on the guy's arm like a giant clam.
In the heart of Adirondacks, fate took a bad turn
We sat on star moss, and admired a fern
Chewbacca sniffed at a critter with predacious design
But it was a badass porcupine
My dog's nose looked like a pincushion of quills
He ran off howling into the hills
I ran after him and into a swamp I fell,
Green goo in my shoes, oh man, what a smell.
Covered with slime, then came the stings of black flies
Already I wondered if the hype was lies.
Yanked my way out, walked on bees in the ground
I thought bees were in trees, but nature had to confound
I say pave the Adirondacks, let concrete reign,
Nature’s wild, and slightly insane.
From swamps to thorns, bees on attack,
Brooklyn’s rough, but these woods fight back.
Off the trail, stumbled through deer remains,
Leaned on a tree but found only pain.
Thorns from the bark, I couldn’t win,
What did I do to deserve this, can't recall the sin!
(Bridge)
I ran screaming, poison ivy on my socks
Twisted my leg among diabolical rocks
Crawled back to a trail, where help was found,
A hiker gawked, said, “Bro, you’re hospital-bound.”
(Chorus)
Pave the Adirondacks, let concrete reign,
Nature’s wild, and slightly insane.
From swamps to thorns, bees on attack,
Brooklyn’s rough, but these woods fight back.
Now I'm back in the city, but nature wasn't through
Doc says I have Lyme disease, I wish I could sue.
Nature’s beauty nowhere near the beauty of a bar
I'll stay on the mean streets and drag race my car.
So pave the mountains, pave the trees,
Brooklyn’s jungle is enough for me.
Nature's call? Just a John Denver song
Here with the homeboys, I can't go wrong.
A tad over three blocks down Merion Lane
on the left is, an idyllic Cape Cod.
I must've passed it a thousand times
my own picturesque, perfect, postcard place
couched in the right light, dappling rays
fresh-painted, white fence, ruby red front door.
Never once did I not try looking in,
a golden kickplate, bright brass knocker ring.
Begging to be seen, this family within
lotsa plain pane windows, no blinds, no sheers.
There it still stands proudly these many years.
In deep snows that had filled front walkways
in warming, romantic, radiated, lustrous light
hearth hues burst through the panes beyond the glass.
One spring, I saw a fine fetching lass run
across this closely manicured front lawn with her
bouncing blonde, long locks, glowing gleefully.
I mused as I passed by half-staring;
we'd marry maybe, wishful pairing!
And have a dreamy storybook Cape Cod too.
That fall, our family moved far away.
But was I not to see her, who's to say?
Still, I remember that house, that dream
I might've married her, my crazy scheme.
Last night it snowed. Drove that road again.
Five years later, that same house was still there.
On the outside, the front door now lime green.
Inside, a fire burns brilliant like before.
I saw this striking blonde while I gawked.
Startled, the green door opens, she walked
across the snowy street, without her coat.
Poised, she stood there and said straight to me,
"Aren't you the boy who used to stare?",
through my window I gush, "Why yes, I am."
She said she'd wondered about me,
even though they'd never known my name.
Star-crossed, my illusion had dreamt back!
Those private affections landed somehow:
illusions can come true, they often do.
Left my car, took her hand, then went inside;
over a cozy cocoa we chatted.
No longer a star from afar - so near.
New worlds would now open for us right here.
Lost love came home to the house down the road.
Written 2/19/21
BEAUTIES BY THE BABBLING BROOK
They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.
Their beauty was perfect
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of them
centered in their foreheads.
They were giggling at me
because I balked at each
questioning my own sight;
could it be, I asked myself,
God made them one-eyed?
Their laughter mingled
with the songs of the brook
as I marveled at their beauty,
even though embarrassed
for having gawked at them so.
What could I say as I walked away?
(From a dream: Mar. 1, 2008)
[It should be noted that on the front page of The Komsomolskaya Pravda, the
Russian Newspaper, it was reported on 2/22/2005, that a baby girl was born with
one blue eye centered in her forehead. She died right after birth, only having
taken one breath. I researched this, because I could not believe what I saw in
this dream; also I worried that it would discredit my vision of Heaven. I hope to
see these beauties again in Heaven when I get there. I'll want to be their friend
and get to know them better.]
“...there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no
more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
REV 21:4
GOD'S ANGELS HAIKU
They are all over
fluttering up, down, here, there,
bringing messages.
“'He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his
name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and
before His angels.'”
REV 3:5
These poems are the last 2 poems in my IN HEAVEN book, which is 165 pages
long, and for which I'm seeking a publisher.
(C) Sheila Kathryn Barrera Feb. 12, 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera