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I was a child, an ordinary one.
Perhaps all other kids had
Something in common.
I can still remember how
I felt
When my mother used to cook a favorite dish.
I was so embarrassed when she was upset with me.
My secret hiding place was the dark corner beside her steel rack,
Where her prayer beads used to glow greenish in the dark in my hand.
I still
Feel the yearning in me to hear her soft voice calling my name.
I remember
How scared I was when she told me that my father is looking for me.
The view from my childhood bedroom had the setting sun crawling
Down the river, the Brahmaputra each day.
I also remember
The first time, I rode a train to go to grandma’s house (We used to call her “Bubu”).
And till this day, I still haven’t told anyone that
I even
Carry the scent of her hair oil that
She used to use every night before bedtime.
In me, in my childhood memories.
Correct me if I am wrong
Maybe it is just a coincidence
But ever since the advent and rise
Of so called social media platforms
Arising to give anybody or anyone
A means to voice or express an opinion
Has it not resulted in
Instead of solving problems and differences
Lead rather to creating further more fresh
Conflict and division that wasn't or didn't
Seem to be there before in the first place
Due to people with much the same
Personality traits and similar points of view
And they seem to be rather than steeped
In good intentions and resolving tension
But the complete opposite escalating them
In fact insighting injecting inciting trolling
And when you see them in the flesh
You instantly get the feeling they are as they appear
Needy insecure self serving attention seekers
Who's only aim and wish in life
Is for someone to know who they are
And will stoop or go to any lengths possible
To solely be the center of attention
Because in reality and real actual life
They are sadly without or lacking
Any form of personality traits or characteristics
That would endear or attract them to others
Friendless irreverent and contemptuous
Kind of type of person who
If it wasn't for the likes of Facebook
And other social media platform to reply
There wouldn't be plenty of fish in the sea at all
Left for them being able to rely on
Catfishing baiting or hating upon
Stripped of the one
Whose existence gave his life
Its energy, shape and motivation
There he sat with curtains drawn
The flickering screen his sole companion
Trying to blot out
The monotonous thrum of mourning
Murmuring in his mind
Painful and prolonged.
The pharmacy.
He had to go to the local pharmacy
Heaving himself heavily from his chair
And hauling on his white coat
Now seeming more like a spectral shroud
He took his stick before opening the door
When the sunlight struck his eyes.
Haltingly and woodenly walking
Knowing in his heart
That he was going through the motions
Like a well rehearsed but tired actor
Reciting his oft repeated lines
And obeying the stage directions
There in the pharmacy
To receive his medication
For his physical pain
With nothing for his inner emptiness
Of soul.
Back he hobbled home
Dreading the closing of his door.
After a long time, I have finally felt the need to let you go!
It was rather hard to see you after so many years!
You claimed that you fell in love with me!
Well, your chances were used up!
When we were in high school you rejected me for the prom!
When my family had a birthday dinner for me, with my cousins attending, you did not show interest in me
Those cousins thought we were one
Before I graduated from undergrad you would always speak about a metaphorical boyfriend
I took that as gospel and decided to leave
Last year was depressing
I dated a racist who was jealous of others
My friend finally had the chance to have happiness after living in six years of narcissistic hell with a fool that did not respect her
I feel deeply pained by my friend’s sorrow, as I regard her as a sister that I do not get to speak with as much
You came to me in a indirect manner
You claimed that you had a friend who died and that he was the only one to treat you as a special person
I never saw a picture of him or posts of him on your page.
Was it a fantasy?
We hung out and had fun with music and dinner
I did not feel any love for you
after the concerts were over you would only reach weeks later.
You were not by my side when I needed you the most.
I spoke of your posts, and you mentioned that you would have more if we hung out more.
Well, where are all of your other pictures of you and your previous mates.
You lied to me on multiple occasions!
As a Virgo, I hate it when people lie to me, it makes me question everything they told me.
The biggest lie you told me was the first one, and that was when you stated that your mom told you that you couldn’t go to prom
With your mum’s communication skills, she would have informed me herself!
YOU’RE A LIAR 1321
When I asked of your future, you gave me an answer that made me realized you were not the one for me!
Be a custodian for the child whose messes you’ll have to clean as you behave in a childish manner
My heart and mind are not meant for a person that only wants the bridge to be built for them.
I do not have love for you.
Goodbye 1321 as I am removing you from my life.
Vafanculo!
a life
When a spawn meets an egg, it is totally by chance the egg, and the spawn has no say in
the matter, in time life, is born, the new
Life's only duty is to produce another life.
The between beginning and the end is what we call living.
Some live long, others live short, and this is purely by good luck
A shivering August butterfly on the window sill When taken indoors flapped tired wings and lived a few days longer.
Many old human butterflies live in rest homes where they get fed
and medicated to live a few more years.
They are prayed upon by nuns and priests who tell them about Jesus, the most famous butterfly collector of them all
If they believe in him, they will go to heaven and be saved
A holy person will stick a needle in them and put them in a big book
and forever, they will be beautiful.
For non-believers, there is no rosy future
They will die on the ledge
turn into dust and washed away by the rain.
The hour is early. The night is cold. The flashlights flicker.
The tone; cold broken clarity with owl call.
Darkness is so much more than night.
Where evil roams, t'was here this night!
Listening to the rain, watching the water glisten and roll over the cars body parts.
Waiting for the man to let the body pass.
A stretcher is waiting, a body bag!
Notebook contains initial facts in a pocket on me with a cold hand.
Sometimes I wonder if I really care!
I get to know them after seeing their dead stare!
I have to dig in places much more worse than mud.
I go to places where few would go.
In all the madness I need to know.
I promise to them that I'll do all that I can.
Each case weighs heavy on this mortal man.
I look back on my life. I have no kids, I have no wife!
Killers and rapists, thieves and villains.
I hunt, I forage, I seek, I find.
My childhood detective hero made me my mind.
I sometimes ask him what he thinks.
I hear his voice say this to me of all things:
ENDEAVOUR.
Just make your selection
Shoot in that direction
Roll the seven or eleven,
then you’ve made the right connection.
Once more,
the point is four.
Just like before.
Hard ways of ten, eight, six, and four.
If you bet them before,
you can bet them some more.
It only takes a buck
to try your luck.
If you get this four
you’re going to shoot some more.
The shooter is keen
to see a square root of sixteen.
If you want to win,
you’ve got to get a finn.
You don’t have to go to Helsinki
to get one.
To stay alive,
you need a roll of five.
There are no tricks
to getting a six.
Won’t it be great
to see another eight?
You get to shoot some more
with a square root of sixty-four.
Won’t it be fine
to see another nine?
Won’t it be fun
To see a square root of eighty-one?
If you get this ten,
you’re going to shoot again.
Just take two,
send them on through.
Roll the seven or eleven;
that’s all you have to do!
A child of the sixties
Big dreams
Big hair
I was there
Now past my prime
fast running out of time
I don my hippiest attire
with flowers in my hair
I am sweet sixteen again
travelling back in time ~ I'm there
A show I never saw before
A truly iconic must see
Songs still loved
by young and old
now 50th anniversary
Off I go to see the show
happy souls high in the sky
back to an era of peace and love
I enter a psychedelic world
through a kaleidoscopic lens
as the
Age of Aquarius begins…
‘The moon is in the Seventh House
and Jupiter aligns with Mars
peace will guide the planets
and love will steer the stars’
It is the dawning of
The Age of Aquarius
as
Hair ~ the musical
begins…
Written 11th July 2019 after seeing the iconic musical Hair…
Contest Strand Pick F
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
Nighttime Fears
You feel so safe don’t you
Cowering in the light
But watching when the day is through
And the darkness spreads it is fight or flight
You do not know where to hide
Danger will follow your every step
They will be watching at your bedside
There is nowhere you can sidestep
The monsters are tracking your scent
Looking for you in the street
They want to lead you into descent
And it doesn’t matter if they cheat
So pray before you go to sleep
Talk directly to your god
Ask them for your soul to keep
Now, this may all sound flawed
So check your closet and under the bed
Then rest and sleep in peace
Do not worry sleepyhead
Just close your eyes and your fears release
Good night my little one
Dream only of your paradise
I will guard you until your sleep is done
And I know that all of your dreams will be nice
. "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"
Okay, …if only we can catch the waitress’s eye, we could order more tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was it she said about her husband burning breakfast?
It must have been funny, since everyone is laughing…
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My eyes wander to the window….
I see some geese in the sky
Heading north... Oh my, summer has gone so quickly…
I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
I'll remember to buy day-old bread just for that,...
but we'll have to watch the children..
Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
…made her cry,…poor thing
It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
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Oops, Peg's back from the Ladies......
I'll scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....
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How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….
Oh look there…just outside the window…
a whirlwind is gathering up a few leaves
Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
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For the Contest: Summer's End