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The Last Consummation
Hello. Good evening. Nice to see you.
It is always good to have someone to talk to,
especially now in my waning years,
as Death is softly playing the piano in the next room.
The piece he is playing is nearly over.
I know this because I have lived a long time in the shadows.
I have talked to dying faces many times,
with the same quiet melodies playing in the background;
they are like old friends who never change.
They stay loyal and refuse to believe the lies being said about you.
They speak up for you on your behalf,
watching your back even when you’re wrong.
Such apparitions do exist I am told,
as there are many who profess to have seen and known them.
But I have not known any such person, or melody.
They are mythical creatures that have thrived in a former age,
lassoed in by the Sun God for an afternoon’s pleasure with tiny animals.
These eminent beings who will stand by you when all have departed;
these are the rare honest ones, the decidedly wise ones,
all proportioned with a gutsy backbone that is unbreakable,
durable as the dubious winter grass at solstice time,
and as honorable as one’s bloodline amongst the masses,
Can you hear the million shouting voices?
They find deaf ears, and a million frozen stares,
in the last consummation.
A magic land,
In a kingdom far, far away.
A land where Loofa trees stand,
And their pink, yellow, and blue leaves sway.
Tall blades of golden grass grow,
And red-spotted mushrooms make a perfect house.
Little fairies scamper about and glow,
While a gnome rides through on a mouse.
Fairies and gnomes call this magic land home.
A fire-breathing dragon keeps rule,
So his little friends do not roam,
And get eaten by a mule.
Lollipops and gum drops are all around,
And provide an excellent source of food.
A soft music makes a sweet sound,
And puts everyone in a good mood.
But do not try to find this magic place.
You will not find it on a map.
It's in a hidden space,
Nestled between the trees of Dreaming Gap.
Soul Searching.
Eye to eye
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Eye to eye
Contact
Soul Search look deep within
Respect your boundry's
Be a friendly,
A good
Person
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The sleigh was all packed and ready.
Filled with the bags of toys.
And Santa laughed as we lifted off,
His ho ho ho's a joyful noise.
We all flew behind Rudolph.
His nose once again our light.
And we began our yearly trip
That fateful Christmas night.
The wind rushed all around us.
We struggled with our load.
And I noticed it had been awhile
Since Santa ho ho hoed.
The clouds were growing thicker
And things were looking grim.
When suddenly I heard Vixen gasp
And Rudolph's nose went dim.
There was a crackle, then a spark
That lit the entire sky.
Then everything went dark
And I knew we were going to die.
Dancer yelled, Donner cried!
I heard old Santa scream!
And as gravity pulled us down
I prayed it was just a dream...
Insurance will cover the damage.
In time the bones will heal.
Santa bought a brand new sleigh.
(He got a very good deal.)
And we learned our lesson
Tho' we jump now at every sneeze.
Always take an emergency kit
With spare bulbs and batteries.
‘Twas a dark and stormy night
But we had no reason to fear.
For we had Rudolph to light our way
And good old Santa to steer.
We never gave it a single thought
That we'd weather the blust'ry snows.
How were we ever to know
That Rudolph would blow his nose?
This is me having conversation with the younger me.
Me- Hi how are you?
Younger me- I'm not doing so well.
Me- What's the matter sweetie?
Younger me- I don't know why he chose
to do bad things to me. I must have enticed him or flirted with him.
Me-Let me tell you something sweetie. You did nothing wrong. You are a young child trying to make sense of the world. Do you understand?
Younger me- I felt so dirty and nasty. I'm so confused. If this is love I don't want it
at all.
Me- Baby this is not love at all. One day when you are older you will exprience real
love. Your life will not be easy but promise me, that you will always be your own cheerleader.
Young me- What do you mean?
Me- Always think good about yourself even when you are sad.
Young me- Ok
Me- One more thing
Younger me- Yes
Me-Don't let that man touch you again. Scream and shout. Raise your voice and
tell someone. When you tell you take away
his power.
Younger me- Okay I won't
Me- Promise
Younger me- I promise
Me- Thank you so much
Younger me- Why do you care so much?
Me- Because we are one and the same.
Younger me- Hunh?
Me- I am you
Younger me - This is weird but I knew you
were me
Me- How?
Younger me- It was like looking in to the mirror. The face is still the same
Me- Bye baby I think you will be fine
Younger me- Bye
Alexis Y
09-03-16
Not for contest- Inspired by the "A Conversation " contest
Assassination of President Kennedy
The tank ship was on the way to Kingston in Jamaica
The sea was deep blue, the weather calm, In a few hours, we could stretch our legs and have a beer because the ship was dry, the charter in Houston, Texas, had insisted on this.
The radio operator came down and said “Kennedy had been shot and killed.”
There were shocked voices, was it true?
We all looked up to the president he, like us young and represented, the future and
now taken away.
Of course, we blamed the Russians
until news came and said the assassin was an American.
He Kennedy had stood up to Khrushchev and told him to leave Cuba.
Later, some of us understood that Mr. Khrushchev had saved
Kennedy and his hint of using nuclear force, what would he have done if Russia had not yielded?
We loved Kennedy, we saw him as a harbinger of better times when world leaders could talk and find peace.
I was young at the time and it was a good time to be young
Years later, I saw Walter Concrete in a recording announcing Kennedy's death, and he said it all.
A Tribute to George H W Bush
By Franklin Price
12/5/2018
Today we mourn the passing
Of George H.W. Bush
Be silent for a moment
Don't say a word, it's time to shush
He served this country many years
Always went where he was sent
In World War Two a pilot
Later on the President
He was always unassuming
Was not one to toot his horn
Was a patriot when living
As is the man that now we mourn
The President now in his place
Claimed this HW's day
All government brought to a halt
All flags from half staff sway
I find it very interesting
That all speak of him well
Even parties on the other side
Have had good things to tell
It's a shame a good man had to die
To have people act this way
We should practice live civility
As we move on from this day
Rest in peace HW
You do not suffer any more
I'm sure Barbara was waiting
As you went through Heaven's door
Young and single, just got a job in a neighbour town,
Thought I’d buy a flashy car so I could get around,
My boyfriend at the time said that I should get a Camaro,
It was new, orange and shiny, how could I be so narrow.
I crowned her Bess and drove her home with pride,
All my friends called, they wanted to go out for a ride.
Summer was so much fun, what a splash I was making.
Then gone, both summer and the boyfriend I was dating.
Winter rolled in with tons of snow and patches of ice,
Getting to work in my Camaro, was like rolling the dice.
Ol’ Bess would skid to the left and swerve to the right,
Wow, I held on to the steering wheel with all my might.
So I resigned that Bess was not good in cold weather,
Even with snow tires, she blew around like a feather.
Then suddenly a new quirk started as I turned on the key,
She spluttered, oh great, guess I won’t make the grand prix.
Bess would start well at times then for no good reason,
She’d stammer, then stop, reek of gas - in any season.
Bess and I visited many auto repair shops by way of a tow,
The carburetor was like a fountain, out of it the gas would flow.
Apparently a carburetor is needed to make Bess purr,
So I had it rebuilt, then replaced, oh the bills, what a blur,
Then a starter motor and strut, remember Bess is brand new,
After three years of aggravation, I traded her in, I was through!
Guess a cool single girl may look good in a splashy sports car,
But if your car doesn’t start or run, you won’t get too far.
So I put on my sunglasses, look cool but feel like a real wart,
As I drive to work in sleet and snow in my old Ford Escort.
Written for Contest “Driving Me Crazy”
Won 6th Place
Proclaim thee a Lady?
Oh, they of ignorant mind
Neither good or bad, but human, this man
Vexed of own passion, o' cunning love
Keep'st eyes blinded of all thy own wisdom and trust
Lest eyes well-seeing thy lady's foul faults shall find
Thy woman of past indiscretion, hath scarlet ribboned veins
Unknowing from whence cameth thou, she
Fancy fleeting bird be now belied
Wilt he never see her feathered locks, promiscuity?...
How boldly foolish is his name!
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits
What haste and wile steals thy seasoned eye?
Yea, who tamed the sea, yet drowns in thee?
While wed to one, yet flys away
Against tongued wrath, society
Against cruel slander of thy fame
Against the wind, self dignity
Fancy fleeting bird wilt you, fly on scalded wings
With scandal your offerings
Till own death near, to die in shame 'tis worth the game?
To shun the heaven that leads a man to hell?
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"Old English Scandal" Lady Hamilton
The Rattle
Sleeping in the same bed
with death
Hearing it breathing
close to my chest
The hours pass
slowly
From twilight
till dawn
The rattle
incessant
In dreams that
— prolong
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They Target ...
Some say ...
“People aren’t good
they want to be bad
“And dropping their vail
they prey
on the sad
“Vicarious evil
they spin
in the dark
“Entrapping the
weakened
— they target and mark”
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The Last Hope
Everything belongs
to those who will steal
Entitlement covets
the ones who straight deal
Ownership lies
in the will to invade
And take what another
has paid for in spades
History written
by winners and thieves
Who preyed on those weaker
morality grieves
That final comeuppance
the Good Book contains
The only hope left
— when justice abstains
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Colors Of The Night
Memory ill-begotten
in this land
of broken dreams
Passion exists
in scant supply
heartache packed in reams
Feelings dark
and tainted
in colors of the night
Where here I sit
my soul remiss
— with no escape in sight
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Sleeping Alone
At the base
of the bed
there’s a crevice
Hiding
every memory
of pain
That losing you
has caused
me
Where I sleep
alone
— again
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Hope Returns
A new gift
every morning
Ain’t rich
but Lord I’m free
Hope returns
with each new
sunrise
— washing over me
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)