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There are pets and then there are people in fur coats. My Angel Face was a people in a fur coat. She loved to go riding in the car. She would put on her seat belt and mommy would be put on hers. Then it was off to hit the road to see what we could see. With delight to the bank for a cookie. Angel Face seemed to know when there were no cars-no red lights in front of us. She would take her left paw/leg and press down on my right thigh. She would press down until I would go. She would do her touch and we would go faster. Touch my leg again and we would go even faster. We never figured out how Angel Face knew my leg worked the car. She wanted speed and she got it. My Angel Face was a people in a fur coat.
Date Written: 3/31/2021 Note: True Story
Submitted For:Your 2021 N-A Choice 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:William Kekaula Date: 04/28/2021
N/A Title:"Touch And Go" This or That, Vol 1 Poetry Contest Sponsored by:Edward Ibeh
The Tribute To Jennifer
In a small church on a hill, there are a group of people standing
in silence as they say goodbye to a loved one, who they will all miss.
We will start this tale from the beginning, it was nearing Christmas
And Jennifer and her friends were partying at her house, everything
was going fine, the turkey in the oven and the stockings set for Santa's
Visit, the mother and father went out, so they could all have a good time
As the evening progressed Jimmy, Jennifer's boyfriend said they needed
Some more drinks, so he wanted Jennifer to come with him to the bottle
Shop, she decided to go with him while the rest of the crowd partied on.
They got in the car and travelled down the road about two kilometres
As they were approaching the traffic lights, a car pulls alongside them
Jimmy was an impulsive type who loved the challenge to a road race,
But they were both unaware what was to happen next, as the intruding
Car pushes through the lights, they both excellerate into the night by
Now they were speeding around 80kph, they are followed by a police car
So they both go faster, the intruder flees to the right while Jimmy tries
To stop but the brakes fail, causing the car to vere off the road crashing
Into a light pole, Jimmy's face is lacerated, but when he looks towards
Jennifer, she is badly hurt, the policeman calls for an ambulance to take
His girlfriend to hospital, he is taken to the police station to make a
Statement and to later see his girlfriend at the hospital, however the
Telephone rings to tell Jimmy that Jennifer had passed away, Jimmy was
Found to have a large blood alcohol reading and was arrested; they
Let Jimmy out to go to Jennifer's funeral, Jimmy felt so guilty about
What he had done, he has lost his wonderful girlfriend over being so
Foolish while driving the car, his Christmas was blackened and he would
Never forgive himself for what he had done, on the day of the funeral
He broke down into tears along with his family and friends as they all
Left the cemetary in the church, very saddened at the loss of Jennifer.
This is her story and the moral to it is to never drink and always
Be responsible when you are driving a car, this is the tribute to Jennifer.
Computer girls?
There all kind of women
All over the world
But it has some now
The call them the computer girls
They are all new age
With I pad, laptop and cell phone
They are like a walking office
When they leave their home
I was absorbing some of them
My conclusions is so far
These girl today
Live their life like a computer
It has the EMAIL girls
Their words full of suspense
Every ten things she says,
Eight does make no sense.
We have the CD-ROM girls
See them in their fancy car
Honking their horn in traffic
They just want to go faster
We have the HARD DISK girls
They are so smart and clever
Everything you tell these girls
They will remember it forever
And some are INTERNET girls
If face book can’t be access
They walking around whole day
Feeling sad and depress
It’s just what I notice so far
But I have some more research to do
As I continue to write my report
Will pass some information on to you
Then we have the MULTIMEDIA girls
They really are a sight to see
They will wear a horrible dress
And turn it into a thing of beauty
And now the SCREENSAVER girls
They have many sides of beauty
They just have to stand up there
And they are so fun to see
Then I see a lot of RAM girls
They have not interest in love
They will forget about you
The minute their lights turn off
This is just my theory
And I make my concussion
if you don’t think its practical
There’s no need for confusion
Just look at the WINDOWS girls
She so full of character
Even if she cant do anything
We could never live with her
And how bout the SERVER girls
Close but always far
And she is busy all the time
When you really need her
Then it has the VIRUS girls
Some also calls their: wife””
Install herself and take everything
If you delete her form your life
Now don’t get me wrong
Have some good wife’s out there
But if you mess with them
Your resources will disappear
I hope no one are offend
By this little poem
It’s just my philosophy
I like to share with them
I’m confined
Weighted
By this body of clay
I cannot soar
On the wings of my dreams
Or from lofty heights
Swoop down
To dip my hands in ocean streams
And then claim again
My place in the sky
Confined
Weighted
By the cares of this world
By my tears
By a world bound in fears
Confined
But then a song
Floats on the breeze
And fills my waiting ears
With the melody of hope
Serenity
Beauty
Liltingly sweet
The musical score, my wings
The notes, my sturdy features
The voice, the wind that will carry me
My soul, the spirit of flight
The music carries me away
I take over the skies
Winging my way to places
That entice and beguile
The hidden corners of my wind
Unexplored…undefined
Virgin territory
Where beauty resides
Unmolested and pristine
Soaring and gliding
As the music plays on
I live my fantasy
I unfurl my dreams
The wind flowing above and beneath
Carrying me...
Beating my wings
I go faster, higher
Then…I spread them wide
Oh, to glide…to glide
On the wind’s caress
To look down and know
My spirit is free
No longer confined
The last note fades away
As my feet touch the ground
Back to life as it was
As it is
As it will be
With one little difference
I have gained the sweet knowledge
That I'm not confined
Every song
Is a promise
Of beautiful dreams in flight
An invitation
To spread my wings
and
F L Y!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Music MOVES me! I can't explain...This poem is SO inadequate...I've just come back from a lovely flight into the clouds of my dreams having listening to this song.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=675rLFDc5I0
Yes, it is in FRENCH...I adore this language....An obsession of mine while living in Cyprus was to watch the EUROVISION song contest every May...I was so obsessed I'd even call in and vote! :) My daughter and I would stay up till the wee hours of morning to root for our favorite entries...This song...I've never forgotten. Also, the entry by MALTA...ANGEL...has stayed with me...What would we do without MUSIC? Sorry...got carried away...Can't blog so, put up with me! HUGS!
What light in yonder forest falls
(sorry shake, had to get a start)
Sunrays beckoning night should befall,
Not wanting to leave but fight it off
Sinks into the waiting ground,
Being engulfed without a sound.
Now darkness upon us, not a star in sight,
I get a chill and a little fright
So spooky it is this time of year,
Hair stands on edge trying to hear.
Why oh why did I stay so late?
Knowing and hating my scary fate.
Now going through the woods at night,
Could give anyone a fright,
But I must be brave as my horse is,
And keep on going and thinking of Liz.
Thoughts of her will get me through
And I’ll be safe, when day is new.
Now in the middle, there’s no turning back,
Think I will have a heat attack,
My steady steed is taking it well
Brave that she is, my bluebell.
Now giddy-up go, I don’t like it here,
It is starting to snow, oh dear oh dear,
Feel a chill run up my back,
from a sound heard,
Are they going to attack.
A little faster my steady steed,
Of course you know what I need.
Being the horseman that I am
Just need to go and get out of this land.
A story is told of the one to dread,
If you are not careful he will take your head.
Oh thank goodness I can see the town,
Glad I am, I didn’t turn around.
Can breathe easier I feel,
But you never know, another chill.
Now giddy-up horsy, lets go faster,
Please oh please listen to your master.
I hear a sound now getting closer,
Ok Bluebell faster, faster.
Almost to the edge of town,
Keep on trotting, don’t look around.
Then all of a sudden there he is,
Bigger than life in the mist.
He got in front of us how oh how,
Bluebell tell me what now, what now?
Then as mysteriously as he appeared
He turned into town, and disappeared.
Now I never told anyone of that night
Just laugh at me they might.
But Bluebell and I know what we saw
The headless horseman from Choctaw.
Form:
I had won a sponsorship on a sailing ship,
I was ecstatic it was right up my street.
Trouble is, I was to go in hospital.
But I was promised I would be fit, to join the fleet.
I woke up from my surgery
It was over and I wanted time to go faster,
My lifetime trip, I could almost see,
But I was in bed now, and covered in plaster.
For my trip, I waited what seemed an age
Patience, not being my best virtue.
A sailing ship to learn how to sail,
‘You can go.’ Said the surgeon
‘That I promise you.’
Don’t worry you will be up and about
This is what the operation is for.
I promise you will be able to go
Even though, it will still be a bit sore.
They put special lamps on to dry the cast;
I wanted to know how long this plaster will last.
He looked at me and in a voice devoid of feeling;
‘Oh six weeks is needed to repair the bones.’
I cried, and raised my eyes to the ceiling.
‘Well how can I go on a sailing ship? I cried,
I felt my heart was breaking fast.
‘I need to unfurl sails and be able to climb the mast
How am I now, to do this, and sail the ocean blue?
That is the main question that I am asking you.’
‘My job is to make you well;
And necessary if I find it,
I will plaster you from head to foot,
Never mind just your foot and hip.’
‘I say you can go, but up to me, it may not be.
But that’s not my problem, really - in all reality.’
He lied to me to get me in hospital,
My trip was duly cancelled.
I was thirteen years old at the time,
And on this my feelings rankled.
They sent me a photograph of all those on the ship,
It was supposed to make me feel good;
I took it badly at the time,
But then I think any thirteen - year old would.
They may as well have slapped me in the face
As compensation, I thought it a disgrace.
A year passed, I won again, and this time I could go.
I won the “Best Sailor Cup” award,
And I still have it to show.
Hard to describe, a loss for words.
Just so perfect, to breath it hurts.
The scent of you drives me crazy,
the sight of you drives me wild.
You can say anything to make me smile.
The haters are everywhere,
but they won't change anything.
'Cause to me you are,
my perfect everything.
You are so sweet,
you make me complete.
when we are together,
there's nothing more I treasure.
With your arms around me,
I hope that you see,
that you are someone so special to me.
When we met last month,
I knew that wasn't enough.
I went on vacation and we formed a relation.
We talked everyday,
and there was nothing you can say,
that would turn me away,
you're perfect for me in everyway.
I happily let down my guard,
and fell for you hard.
I have no re-considerations and no regrets.
What more can I say than the fact that you're, the best.
My days go faster, knowing we're together.
It feels like we been together forever.
I have no complaints, 'cause I want it this way,
and this is the way I want it to stay.
We have the most desirable relationship.
you let me bite your lip, and even your nose tip.
We can ridicule eachother to no end
but no matter what, you'll always be my best friend.
The opinions are everywhere,
but they won't change anything.
'Cause to me you are,
my perfect everything.
you know when they say "everything happens for a reason",
well this relationship finally gave me something to believe in.
If it wasn't for everything that happened before you and I,
I would never of known what it's like to be completely satisfied.
I love you, my family loves you.
What more can I ask for.
Eventually he will see,
that you mean the world to me.
I love you I need you,
my Pretty Baby.
Life doesn't stop, we all carry on,
Riding along the flow of the day.
Before the dawn, You wake, your day has already begun.
There are children to hustle about the house, lets not forget some breakfast.
The television tells you, it's the most important meal of the day, but you really haven't the time this morning, 'sorry'.
Ahhh, the kids are at school, time for your self for just five minutes.
But wait there's work to go to first. So off You go. And as it's only up the road you walk. But you walk fast because
your favorite band are playing in your ears.
Great. Your all hot and bothered. Just enough time to powder your nose and such. Work is busy and mostly you like
busy, it makes the day go faster and soon you can go home. What was that noise? You ask yourself .Then you
realize it was your stomach telling you off for not eating breakfast....
Not to worry it'll soon be time for lunch. But this is the time when, the first thing you do when you get home is raid
the fridge, because it takes too long to make a sandwich when your this hungry. Mmmmm, much better, and most
refreshing, especially the coffee. Just as you take in the peace of the house and have taken off your shoes, you
notice the clock chimes three! Time to collect the lovely brood from school, so off You go.
Who can get a word in first about their day, everyone's so eager to tell one another. Even you, You need to say too.
It's so nice to walk through the front door for the last time today, there's dinner to make before settling down, have
a hug and watch television. All three fall asleep on you, and you're asleep with them too. Few! What a busy day, and
just think you'll do it all again tomorrow.
Hubby was talking about the job he was at: when he suddenly…
Got into the ‘Computer Programmers Mode’. Where absolutely…
Everything became ‘DITS & DOTS, and DARS & FARS’…
No more caffeine for Hubby any time this week, at home!
This lingo of his, only belongs at work, where he IS an Uber Geek.
But here at home… you gotta know… he’s only talking to me!
It must be like the dreams he has, with reams and reams of code.
And tables of papers are stacked to the ceiling, or maybe to his nose.
It’s an APP-APP here, and an APP-APP there, to tie the Data to his code.
Make it go faster! Make it go smarter! In his own little world, you know.
His eyes have glazed, as his fingers flash over his fancy keyboard at home.
If only me, his little old wifey- poo, could get such attention as this, to know.
At least, he keeps my computers running, like crazy, and way up to snuff!
Now if only he’d give me the time of day… to get my own work done.
With a type-type here, and a type-type there: I definitely blow his mind.
He’d fix my typing, if only he could, with a new app, well designed.
The ‘Trouble with Tribbles’ is nothing, as when confronting an Uber Geek.
Microsoft falls into a hush, as they whisper out his name and fame complete.
For Halloween, he hooks up electronics, with apps to animated programming…
Never Fear! Hubby’s here! Next, the Turkey will be clucking binary coding.
He made Santa a GPS, which goes to mars and beyond: It’s simply otherworldly.
But now he’s talking in binary code… I hope Hubby’ll land home, soon, surely.
For with DITs & DOTS, and DARS & FARS it’s getting way past midnight.
I know he’ll be back to earth soon, tho, for it’s time to say goodnight!
The day started out on a low note,
with the clouds moving in,
as I got out of bed
and my daily grind did begin,
used to the sunshine
and not so much cloudiness,
I looked at the weather channel,
and they predicted it right,
with raindrops falling on my head,
and having only pessimistic thoughts,
the atmosphere being dark and dismal,
wishing tomorrow I could soon retire
and turn 66,
got to work in the usual way,
with the retina scanning clock
having yet another field day,
denying my face and eyes
and not recognizing me,
you would think that overnight,
I had some kind of plastic surgery,
how I longed for the old time clock,
and how much easier it used to be,
then being short of help
in our receiving department,
had to pick up the pace and slack,
to make the adjustment,
labeling and slinging boxes of meds most of the day,
sometimes I seriously longed for calgon to take me away,
and still later my r f gun acted up
as I pulled that afternoons orders,
and being on productivity,
it made me a lot slower,
then my boss showed me an order
that apparently got messed up,
telling me to be more careful,
to be more on my toes,
Oh how I longed for the clock
to make its tick tock go faster,
feeling like the day
was nothing short of a disaster,
and finally at 6:30 pm
I left feeling worse for the weary,
feeling like an expendable middle aged Dorothy,
with someone chasing after my Toto,
just feeling down on my luck,
but not quite like being in a tornado,
with my preoccupied thoughts,
the workday finally ended on a high note,
while on my drive home
as I spied in the distance
one of God's beautiful rainbows.