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The Tragedy Fades

At twenty-three, Brett found his girl,
A green-eyed vision with strawberry curls,
A year of dating came and went,
And wedding bells the sky did rent.

Life was good, he worked as a welder,
And rushed at night, tales to tell her
Of buildings built and bridges spanned,
Far and wide across this great land.

But as he watched football on his day off,
While he watched the Giants, nursed a cough,
His fun interrupted by a sudden call,
And from his hands the phone would fall.

While out getting some groceries,
A trucked plowed his wife’s car into a tree.
And as if just to make the situation worse,
She was just four months from giving birth…

He fell quite hard, into depression,
Triggered merely by his wife’s mention.
For years he took refuge in hard drink,
Lost his job, and was pushed to the brink.

With nowhere to go, he moved back home,
His parents watched, they heard his groans,
And knew there was little they could do,
But be there and hope that he pulled through.

At thirty, after a long stint in rehab,
He stopped the drinking, and drove a cab,
Eventually moving up to a long-haul truck,
Made some good money, improved his luck.

One day at thirty eight he pulled in
To a truck stop diner, for late dining.
The waitress, May, proved a friendly soul,
Thirty-seven, dirty blond, eyes of coal.

After eating they talked like old pals,
Then went to his rig for something else,
He got her number, and she got his.
They agreed to be friends-with-benefits.

And every time he drove on through,
Each the other they hotly pursued,
It seemed to him to be all too fleeting,
And ever harder when it came to leaving.

A year went by and Brett came in,
And found a worried-looking benefits-friend
She said he’d given her something great,
Fruit of the passion of his many stays.

Brett felt a fool, they were quite a pair,
Like two overeager and foolish teenagers,
But as he thought of it more, it became clear,
Brett never wanted to again leave here.

So Brett married May, and their child came,
Then another a year down, more of the same!
He found himself juggling two screaming boys,
At age thirty-nine, the late nights and the toys!

But Brett didn’t care, better late than never
And with May he would remain forever.
And give thanks to God whenever he prayed,
For showing him that even tragedy fades…
Form: Narrative


Mother

I have to say being a mother is a special job..

Saying I love you is easy. But sticking out for the long haul is hard.

Mother’s do that.

I lost my mom back in July 2011. I know a lot of you know that. 
But it is as fresh to me as it happened yesterday.

When I saw her in the casket my world felt like it was gone.I fell apart!

Everything was different…I couldn’t understand why the sun came up….. 
why there was another day.. Why didn’t everyone stop and know my mom was dead…..

But you know what My sweet mother did? From heaven Mom called for me…. 
She called for me!!!

I had been crying for days losing my mom. I was so very tired. 
I had driven a long way from North Carolina to Texas. .. 
In fact it took me twenty four hours to drive……
I had my son with me and he helped me drive. 
But after all the crying and driving … well let me say it was hard. 
I didn’t care if I lived or went on.

I got back to Texas and looked at my grandchildren my sons and my 
beautiful daughter in laws and knew they needed me….. 
They loved me and I knew I had to go on.

I could not give up!..

I just want to say HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all you Mothers out there.
 It is not easy job but it is a rewarding job. 
I have to say I miss my mom so much. 
I miss giving her a Mother’s day present…. So guess what?

I am going to find someone else and adopt them as my mother 
and do for them like I did for my mom…..

Oh ……

I didn’t tell you what mom said to me after she had passed…

I was almost asleep I had been crying missing her. And she called... 
“Brooke, Brooke it’s me your mom... Please don’t cry. I love you. It is alright. 
Please don’t cry.”

She said that to me two different times and I have not heard anything else from her.

But you know even though I am sad I know she is at peace. And so am I.

In fact she told me before she died.

“Brooke, she said, you and all of you have got to let me die. 
You have got to let me go home to Jesus. “

I turned away from her when she said that. 
You see I was very selfish. But I know the pain she was in. She needed to go.

If You have lost your mom then my heart goes out to you. 
If you are a mom then you know what I am talking about.

God bless you all and know I love you all and you are in my prayers…..
All your hurt and love is in my prayers..

Brooke

I will always love you mom.. Always
Form: Narrative

What the End Like

So the morning star stood against the heavens, 
Then Jehovah sent mighty angels to battle against 
Lucifer, the devil.
Lucifer fought with gangsters but lost;
Being haul down to earth losing a side wing:
Father of all lies, turn humanity against Jehovah,
The creator of all things that was; 
That is and that someday may be.
Humanity knew sin and fell short to the glory of God:
His daily pace was directed by the footprint of the 
wicked one.
God repented over humanity, but pitied the cause of 
change:
Jehovah made his word as flesh among humanity, 
But wickedness of men draged the lamb of the 
world and nailed him to a cross.
Amazingly, Jehovah resurrected Jesus Christ from 
the grave and 
Quickened and empowered the left eleven to go out 
there and preach the gospel.
Sorrowful persecution and tribulation followed the 
disciples till their dying day:
Now the walk hasn’t change,
 But the devil has implemented a strategy by music 
To lure and own as many as he could:
Music has come to drive immorality through the 
heart and mind of many,
Negatively, seducing the streets; changing money 
for fornication and fame.
This shall slowly pervade lands upon lands until it 
covered the entire world.
And the Bible been out of sight and mind, but, upon 
the hearts of the elects; 
Seen churches turned to shopping malls and club 
houses.
These times the dragon has been held in the world;
Bringing oneness among the people, and every 
culture:
 A new form of currency in a form of a mark;
Those that should accept would receive every 
necessity available,
But those that should rise against would be even 
robbed of the little they own.
Wickedness would amass as God Almighty might 
for a while part with humanity.
You could name it a world of mammon.
Kirk of Satan could be found everywhere:
Lovers of CHRIST JESUS,
 Getting persecutions through the test of time;
Then at a day untold, CHRIST JESUS would break 
from the firmament,
When the sky darkened; 
Those with the beast mark (tattoo) would be 
exposing by the great light; 
The sea would vomit (spiritually) every life in it. 
There would be no place for them to hide.
They may cut themselves with blades and stones, 
wishing to escape the wrath of God.
Judgment for the righteous would be honor but for 
the wicked shame.
© Clay More  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Didactic

Deep Pockets Empty Hearts

Do you remember that time you had too much to drink and the bar was about to close; you had no one to take you home. You called me up at 3:00 AM and I came to rescue you.
And you; do you remember the time you lost your job and needed just a little help? You didn’t ask, you didn’t need to. I slipped money in your purse when you needed it more than me
Where have all my friends gone? Why do I have to be the one to give and not get? Why am I alone and you are so far away? Where did you go when it was me who needed you most?
I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to get sick. I didn’t ask to be too tired to go to work.
I didn’t ask to be scared that I can’t pay my bills and take care my family, but I did swallow my pride and ask for your help
Where have all my friends gone? Why do I have to be the one to give and not get? Why am I alone and you are so far away? Where did you go when it was me who needed you most?
 I can’t believe how small my family has gotten, I remember the headcount at the family reunion. It’s amazing how I know that you would all show up for my funeral, but not my need. I was there for you. why aren’t you here for me?
Where have all my friends gone? Why do I have to be the one to give and not get? Why am I alone and you are so far away? Where did you go when it was me who needed you most?
It’s not fair to do this alone.
It’s not there to be in this much pain.
It’s not there to feel like I don’t count.
It’s not fair that you’re not here.
It’s not fair that you won’t help.
It’s not fair for me to complain.
I didn’t ask for millions just a little love.  I asked from a family with deep pockets and small hearts.
It’s not fair for me to judge; but you can’t take it with you when you go; Have you ever seen a U-Haul behind a hearse?

Where have all my friends gone? Why do I have to be the one to give and not get? Why am I alone and you are so far away? Where did you go when it was me who needed you most?
The worst part is…
 I’ll still come when you call; I’ll still give when you ask; I’ll still help when you need. Maybe you’ll show up when I die. A memorial full of deep pockets and empty hearts…
Where have all my friends gone? Why do I have to be the one to give and not get? Why am I alone and you are so far away? Where did you go when it was me who needed you most?
Form: Lyric

But She Had Such a Sweet Winning Smile

Louis the Fifteenth, king of France,
Adored Madame du Barry.
His royal ardor was not bound
To the person he did marry.

His paramour was hard to please.
The king brooded day and night
On what act of loving kindness
Might appease her appetite.

One day he called his jeweller,
Whose face turned pale, then green,
When told to make a necklace
The likes of which no  eyes had seen.

Vanity of vanities! Let nobody forget:
All humankind proposes yields to a Higher Will.
For the king lay dead and buried
When it was time to pay the bill.

They asked:' Who has got the money?
Who is there so rich
As to settle payment
And haul us from this ditch?

Louis the Sixteenth was now king,
But not long on the throne.
 To purchasing the necklace
He himself was prone.

His wife strongly objected.
She thought the whole thing crazy.'
'We need to spend on self-defence:
More vessels for the navy!'


Now Cardinal De Rohan was a worldly priest,
Not averse to  'oo la la.'
Especially not in the matter of
Jeanne de la Motte Valois.

As a young girl she was naughty,
But she confessed in style.
The priest let her off counting rosary beads
All for the sake of her sweet winning smile.

Jeanne told the cardinal
They could have a sales deal signed
As friends at court had signaled
That the queen had changed her mind.

The queen and cardinal soon met
And the queen signed with aplomb.
De Rohan was too befuddled
To sense something was wrong

The queen received the necklace
But the queen was not the queen.
Charming though the lady was,
Who knew where she had been?

The necklace was picked to pieces
And sold off part by part.
O woeful desecration
Of this glorious objet d'art?

The cardinal faced the music
A victim of delusion
'Gullable, not guilty,'
came the court's conclusion.

Madame de la Motte Valois
Had no basis for a plea
And she was branded on both arms
With the letter V.

This letter stood for 'Voleuse,'
Meaning in English 'thief.'
Somehow she got to London,
And there she came to grief.

When fleeing from her creditors,
She fell from an upper floor.
Those creditors she did escape,
But only at death's door.

During her interment
Wagging tongues spoke of her guile
But someone chirped in her defence:
'But she had such a sweet winning smile.'
Form: Narrative


Staring Down a Long Road

Staring down a long road. By Anthony Grinder, on 1/22/2017

I'm in a hole I can't dig out., 
Fighting but I can't win., 
Won't do no good to scream and shout., 
What's the point of trying again. 
Not knowing which way to go., 
So much pain only God knows.

I'm staring down a long road., 
Covered in pot holes of my past., 
Not knowing which way to go., 
Don't know if I can haul this load., 
Not knowing if this trip will be better then the last., 
Not fun facing this alone. 
I'm staring down a long road, oh I'm staring down a long road. 
Don't know how long I can haul this load. Oh staring down a long road.

I'm standing on the edge., 
My backs against a wall., 
Staring down the ledge., 
About to fall. 
How can I dig out of this hole?, 
How can I fight to win?, 
In life I've lost my goal., 
For tomorrow another war begins. 

I'm staring down a long road., 
Covered in the pot holes of my past., 
Not knowing which way to go., 
Don't know how long I can haul this load., 
Will this trip be better then the last?, 
Not knowing what the future will show. 
Oh I'm staring down a long road, oh staring down a long road., 
Oh covered in the pot holes of my past., 
Don't know how long I can haul this load., 
Don't know how long I can last. 
Oh I'm staring down a long road, oh staring down a long road., 
Covered in the pot holes of my past., 
Don't know if I can haul this load., 
Hoping this trip will be better then the last.

I'm not as strong as I use to be., 
I find myself laying on my back., 
I pray to God to show me what I need to see., 
Why is my life always under attack. 
I'm trying to hold it together and wait for you to show me., 
It's hard with such a heavy load., 
How can I be as strong as I need to be., 
As I stare down this long road.

Oh I'm staring down a long road., 
Covered in the pot holes of my past., 
Not knowing which way to go., 
Holding such a heavy load., 
Hoping this won't last., 
Waiting to see what God will show. 
Oh I'm staring down a long road, oh staring down a long road., 
So covered with pot holes of my past., 
Not knowing which way to go., 
Trying to haul this load., 
Hoping this trip will be better then the last., 
Waiting to see what God will show. 
Oh staring down a long road, oh staring down a long road.
Form: Rhyme

Educating Bigfoot, Part I

This story begins with Julio Jones,
a logger who worked trees in the Cascades,
never married or had a family,
he was a loner, that just was his way.

Now he was no hermit, by any means,
he would show up at the town festivals,
volunteer his time so they ran smoothly,
he always seemed to enjoy them in full.

But the man mostly would keep to himself,
and was most comfortable out in the woods,
he’d been felling trees for twenty-five years,
all the industry knew that he was good.

One year the National Forest Service
gave him a contract to fell some old trees,
once done another company would come
and haul the trunks away for industry.

It was fifty acres way back in the hills,
accessed by a half-forgotten dirt road,
ten miles away from any building,
in solitude to this site he would go.

No an old pro like our Julio
knew exactly how to make the trees fall
so it would be easy to load them up
when the truck came the gather them all.

One day while cutting, about a week in,
he was felling trees by the lease’s edge,
when his chainsaw touched up on a big cedar
he heard a growl from a nearby hedge.

Next a brown head poked out of the bush,
Julio was so stunned he could just watch
as a seven-foot figure straightened up,
he was staring at a God-damned sasquatch!

He retreated back from the big tree trunk
and the warning growl quickly ceased,
when he tried again the growl returned,
Julio quickly figured out the beast.

It was just defending its territory,
letting him know when he had pushed too far,
so he retreated back to another
and put this new tree-trunk to his bar.

The bigfoot cared not when he cut trees there,
in fact it watched from a boulder in shade,
it looked on as if it were curious
as Julio went about his day.

And when he returned the very next morn,
he spotted the big creature once more,
along with a juvenile bigfoot,
they watched big trees plunge to the forest floor.

Now Julio remembered seeing once
a gorilla that head learned A.S.L.,
f that ape could do it, why not bigfoot?
What type of stories would this cryptid tell?

Julio knew how to make the signs,
his only brother had been deaf since birth,
he had an idea and bought some apples,
then brought them next day when he went to work...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Narrative

He Still Loves Me

HE ALWAYS LOVED ME						4-2-09



All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind

At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And how to return genuine love
Even way back then

When I was about nine or ten(9-10)
Someone else took my innocence 
Who’d I thought was a family friend
And…That Man Loved Me

By Eleven or possibly twelve(11-12)
It happen to me again
So I took off running away from Him
Because of another horrible man
That wasn’t the plan

When I was fourteen(14)
I felt no longer clean 
thought I
Had no father figure to listen to
My hopes and dreams

By fifth teen(15)
I found my first love
We indulged in adult things
We had no business, we had a child 
And…This Man Still Loved Me
With unconditional love, and a lot of beguile 

At Seventeen(17)
I was on my second bout, with another mans child
But He still showed me that he loved me
Without a doubt


Between then and the last of my teens,
I had been running about, still looking for love
When a stranger came on the scene, my envy had turn green
No physical love in my world, just trouble and strife
I was trying to figure out how to again, 
Come clean
So I married a man who claimed to except me and my kids,
I had no idea that he was abusive and would beat my ass
And fracture my ribs

Twenty one now and two(21 children later
I realized that the man I trusted and married
Wasn’t my hero, he was nothing but a hater
To be beaten and stripped of my dignity and pride
I was going down fast, from where I thought I was 
In for the long haul, not a pretentious, joyride
And after all this, He Still Loved Me

By age twenty two(22),
He gave me the OK, on what and how to do
What should’ve been done when
His love for me was new

He did an instant replay of my life, 
Reminding me of my innocence 
He reminded me of His Agape Love
And that it came without a price
He said: your season here is over and done
For your battles are no longer under the gun
He said: I never stop loving you
And before all is said and done
You are again with child, and with this seed you carry
I have evened the score, 
And peace and harmony in your life,
I already begun to restore.
© Ida Igess  Create an image from this poem.

Nephalim Oracle

A cosmic clash of epic force
Split Tiamet like brittle thread
Nibiru hugged its distant course
Propelling moons to gnaw and shred

Kingu marveled at what was formed
Asteroids shed from that vast orb
The watery giant was transformed
Leveling as third to absorb

Many long elliptic passes
Tugged Nibiru over ages
Until those once noble gasses
Failed to impede starlight rages

Over this time the shard revolved
Taking shape as the oceans churned
The sun ensured the rock evolved
Microbes cracked until life returned

Expelled from the Nibiru throne
Alalu jumped to explore Earth
While he ventured the slice alone
He found metal of precious worth

At last the solution was found
To save them from the harsh daylight
Fragments of gold if spread around
Would shelter Nibiru’s grave plight

The new king Anu sent his son
To work his wisdom to flourish
Igigi ships loped as they spun
While miners jabbed deep to nourish

The Anunnaki soon rebelled
Their fate of hellish work and toil
A plan was hatched to force them quelled
New primitives should pull the coil

Enki tripped the genetic gun
Splicing the double helix code
Our ancient line had just begun
Demanding that we haul their load

At last the life goddesses tired
Of the chore of birthing the clones
Genetic changes were required
To allow our own labor moans

The Igigi succumbed to lust
Swooping down to mate with the slaves
Enlil pondered their breach of trust
This threat shall be deluged by waves

Graciously Enki warned one man
To gather the seeds of all life
Nibiru yanked our fragile span
Tossing the seas with driving strife

Once the flood waters receded
Kingship descended from the stars
Eager gods learned we were needed
Sinai rebuilt upon the scars

Marduk groaned with greedy power
Seeking to build a rival port
Enlil grasped this Babel tower
Condemning them in holy court

The gate of god was crushed outright
Striking our enlightenment down
Forcing Marduk to flee from sight
Till he seized his Egyptian crown

Sinai hungered the jealous god
With hopes to steal the path to space
So they launched a fatal petard
Baalbek wiped out without a trace

At last the minions awaken
To crush the repression they face
Amen-Ra remains unshaken
Even by our haste to erase
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Oblivion

Man does not know me, 
For they know not my nature;
Yet deceiving themselves,
To be the judges of truth

Devil knows me,
But makes a mockery of me;
God knows me but He is silent. 

I heard the wind blowing from the south, east, west and the north.
I heard a voice from afar
Of coming days of turmoil and despair
And my future came to a haul.
I came across a long bridge, of life and death. 
As I stood in the middle and heard a thunderous voice
"Haul! I am the gatekeeper. No one crosses this bridge without my consent"
He said: “Look at thy work", as he pointed to the north.

As I looked I saw a huge tower of edifice, 
Jutting out of the ground
And as I looked and gaze as it pierce the heavens
I saw Oblivion.

He stood high above the heavens,
Looking down on the earth,
That He was about to devour. 
Over shadowing the longest plains
And the tallest mountains

I trembled and my body stayed still,
Lifeless and all my hopes were stolen by the size of the Oblivion.
He stretched out his colossus hand,
And it block out the sun
It was night at dawn and the lights in a man’s heart died out.
His legs crushed the mountains and destroyed the valleys;
He provoked men into anger,
And a man’s fury and wrath has undone them.


Trembling in fear, the frightful appearance of the Iron Giant
I fainted, for the Oblivion…looked at me, 
As I slowly fainted and eyes began to close, helpless as I was
The Gatekeeper with a voice of ultimate wrath of a thousand Holy Angles;
Destroyed the Colossus Iron Giant, and I Heard the voice of the Divine,
“Know than, my child that I know thee, 
 For I have always known thee even before thy birth”



Man does not know me, 
For they know not my nature;
Yet deceiving themselves,
To be the judges of truth

Devil knows me,
But makes a mockery of me;
But God knows me and He does not shut the doors of Heaven
Neither to good or evil men
I realize the wind was God, telling me of the things about to befall the world of man. 
The Iron giant was banished into the deep and chained for all eternity. 

Then He said, “The tower is the pride of man,
They challenge the heavens with their knowledge;
The Iron Giant is the destructive nature of man,
And I have bide them in chains to humble them”
Form: Narrative

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