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My Grandmother’s Baking Pans
I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that day felt different. As I watched the black birds pecking at her ripe golden apples in those tall, windy trees above her wooden shack, I sensed a shift.
Nana would harvest those apples for the summer. The soil-covered ones were reserved for making June plum juice—a sweet treat for us. Those apple trees and mango trees were her livelihood. When times were good, I’d assist her in packing the fruit for the market. They were always moist and incredibly delicious.
And now, here I stand, about to open a new chapter of Nana’s memories. I carefully unwrapped a faded box labeled “Nana’s Things.” Inside, an old newspaper from 1983 greeted me. But it was the Nana bread pan that caught my attention—the one with two handles and an old burnt crumb lodged in the corner. As it fell into my hands, I couldn’t help but smile and shed a tear. Softly, I whispered, “Hello to you too, Nana.”
my heartfelt recollections evoke a sense of nostalgia and connection to family traditions. Keep those memories close—they’re a testament to the love and warmth what Nana’s baking pans held. ??
“Hello, I’ve waited here for you, everlong”
Inside the deepest parts of me, I knew there was something wrong.
The call and echo whispering in the night,
My forever, I admit, I put up quite a fight.
“You ignite the fire in my eyes”
You clear my head from all those lies,
Bringing forth the truth, so I may rest my soul,
I now know it is you that is really in control.
“The warmth of your embrace melts my frostbitten spirit
You speak the truth and I hear it”
The fire inside is lit.
The need for understanding, silenced for a change
I use to grow tired, but then you suddenly rearranged.
“I'll never be the same, I'm caught inside the memories, the promises
are yesterdays and I belong to you.”
I grew my wings and flew,
The rain it has cleansing power,
Your presence is my strong tower.
By: Sabina Nicole
Foofighters
FireFlight
Flyleaf
Red
undercover girl, born and raised in hell
but for undercover not unlike myself
a light snow fell, fine as wedding lace
rooted to the earth, I was, when I saw her lovely face
have you seen her lovely face?
soft as the night, dressed up she's like a song
'wants to do me harm, only turns me on
turning the tides, n'how could this be wrong?
just a little more rough, a little less diamond
more rough, less diamond
undercover girl, undercover girl
undercover girl, are you for real?
hungry now, on the wrong side of charity
from handouts to courting calamity
there are no secrets behind that veil
I want to drive you home, said the hammer to the nail
drive you home, hammer to the nail
Undercover girl, undercover girl
Undercover girl, what's your game?
I am a kitty Cat
and I came to live with a sweet lady when I was five years old
I came from a home where I was not loved
and left alone all day ... oh yes, I was a sad Kitty Cat
the lady took me to the Vet and he said I was too small
for an adult cat, I weighed only five pounds
but the lady changed all that
and soon I thought of her as my mommy
she feeds me wet food four times a day and dry anytime
the wet food makes me silently fart, nothing too stinky
but it is good for me and I have gained weight
although, I will never be a big cat
mommy says I am too delicate and tiny
I get treats too but she makes me do tricks for them
and it was discovered that I did not know how to play
now, I have a scratching post with a dangling toy
a flat on the floor scratching thing, a cat play mat
a comfy bed, a cat pillow, and toys that squeak and roll
sometimes, when I am running fast, I fart
I have pretty food and water dishes
and a pink collar with a bell
mommy brushes me every day so I do not get tangles
and she cuts my nails (I don't like that much and growl)
oh yes, I am a very pampered cat
it has been years now and I am ten years old in cat years
I think that's old in people years too, like seventy
is what mommy says
I have her very well trained to sit on the sofa
and pet me but if she presses my tummy, I fart
she says I snore really loud too
well, if you say so mommy
you do too
as I am getting older I sleep more (a lot)
and the farting thing is worst as it sneaks up on me
but mommy only smiles at me and laughs and gives kisses
I know she loves me very much even though I snore loud
and sometimes when I am totally relaxed
fart
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October 1, 2021
Poetry/Personification/Hello and Meow
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1392-343-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, May The Gas Be With You, Part 2
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 10/09/2021
Second Place
Hoping you will save me
Hoping you will be my baby
Wishing you a farewell this time
Wishing you a hello in its prime
Giving you a break from now on
You are busy from dusk to dawn,
Living life to the fullest of your ability
Living life to the fullest so abundantly
Sometimes, I hope you will find
Happiness in your lonely mind
Sometimes, I wish you will go with me
And not leave me in the dust of eternity
Sometimes, I wake up next to no one
I welcome the sun as it shines upon
You and I...you and I...you and I
Have had our fun; that, I can’t deny
You and I have had our fun in the moonshine
If you don’t mind, hoping you’ll be mine
Someone got to save me, save me
Hoping I’ll be rescued and set free
Wishing you a farewell as I wave my hand back and forth behind the fence
Wishing you out of your shell and be brave beyond the pain of mere repentance
Giving you a break from now on
You are busy from dusk to dawn,
Living life to the fullest of your ability
Living life to the fullest so abundantly
Sometimes, I hope you will find
Happiness in your lonely mind
Sometimes, I wish you will go with me
And not leave me in the dust of eternity
Sometimes, I wake up next to no one
I welcome the sun as it shines upon
You and I...you and I...you and I
Have had our fun; that, I can’t deny
You and I have had our fun in the sunshine
If you don’t mind, wishing you were mine
Someone got to save me forevermore
Hoping you will save me from feeling sore
Wishing you could be happier than a joyous, happy-go-lucky camper
Finally, you and I had our share of serenity - the more the merrier
Liberty has a way with words...
It separates birds from their herds
And brings them together again
Still got me wondering how you been...
Cuz you and I have had our fun in the sun
Cuz you and I have had our fun as it’s just begun
Cuz you and I have had our fun in the sun
As long as you stop acting like a irksome son of a gun
Cuz you and I have had our fun with your arms in mine
Wish you were hopeful as the sunshine
Shimmer away the darkness from the moonshine
We need to watch the moonlit sky as the twinkling stars align...
That’s when we had fun...
Let the day begin as we sing the blues
Silent wars has just begun...
Sometimes, we will win or we will lose
I could write a speech
Dot all the i’s, double check
The spelling and the grammar in anticipation...
We all know how
First time meetings can be daunting
The cold sweats, the nervous twitch
And not to mention those bad hair days
Can all play their unique part,
In the end, it will just be the two of us
Standing or sitting across from each other
Probably smiling absently
Wondering what the other one was thinking…
Totally confused, should I have hugged him
Or was the hands shake enough?
Fiddling with my earrings,
Quickly look at you when you look away..
What would you say?
One word I will definitely utter is hello,
Before I brush my lips over yours…
*lol, Mr. Hall, the ending
is just because,
I know how you like
things twisted*
A skip in my step and a smile as i jump
A tap on the shoulder in my throat forms a lump
Grin as it does and takes as it wants
Snatching and fondling in delight as it stuns
Fingers of insecurity it trails across thy heart
Nails of doubt dug deeper as the cracks she parts
Arms that embrace and curdle your darkest fears
A mouth that smirks at the taste of your tears
A tongue to lick the wounds inflicted by self
Eyes that watch as you become deprived of transcendent wealth
snarls as it lurks,it takes to break
Delights as a child with a home made chocolate cake
Pleading and begging you are brought to your knees
From her hardened heart you shall find no appease
Coldly your kicked and tossed to the floor
Broken and beaten to the depths of your core
Dragging your limbs now with a limp in your walk
You look up in anguish as she parts her lips to talk
Hello beloved i am your long lost friend
Don't you see i am setting a trend
I come when your happy to steal away your smile
I do it with grace,comfort and style
You look at me with disgust and see me as a curse
But oh my beauty its you who gives me the strength to make it all worse
My name is loneliness and i come from within
I am tied to you with insecurity string
You can banish me from the cracks in your heart
But you knew that before our long embrace you saw it from the start
All you have to do is stand up and fight
Lift up your head and take away my right
Oh loneliness i should have known it was you
As you stirred the couldren of my insecurity stew
Leave me now i release you from our depleting trance
To you oh happiness i dedicate my last dance
In the digital landscape of TikTok, scammers operate stealthily, strategically identifying their targets within vulnerable demographics—specifically, older Generation X users. Each profile is analyzed meticulously, revealing weaknesses that can be exploited. The anticipation builds as the scammer initiates contact, contemplating who will be ensnared next.
“Will she be my next target?” he reflects, as the initial engagement elicits a promising response: “Sure, count me in.” This raises a question of accountability in a game that resembles Russian roulette, fraught with risks on both sides.
The scammer initiates the conversation with manipulative charm: “Greetings, gorgeous! What’s your name? Where are you from? I have seen the signs of opportunity.”
His subsequent messages reveal a formulaic script designed to elicit emotional investment: “Could you be the one I’ve been searching for? The crucial piece in my heart’s puzzle?” When moments of silence ensue, he prompts, “Hello? Are you still there? Let’s continue our discussion.”
The language employed is rife with metaphor: “You shine like a star, yet I hold your wings.” The transition to a more secure messaging platform, such as WhatsApp, is an intentional maneuver aimed at bypassing TikTok's monitoring mechanisms. He nonchalantly suggests exchanging contact information, self-identifying with playful anonymity as “lover, lover.”
The nature of the communication implies a predatory mindset: “Lingerie or satin? To me, it makes no difference.” The scam artist masquerades as a fabricated identity—a “Nigerian king”—exemplifying the archetype of a rogue operator in the online ecosystem. The shared traits among these scammers highlight a systematic approach, appealing to the fleeting desires of unsuspecting individuals seeking connection.
Currently, he manages multiple admirers simultaneously, each vying for attention in this digital charade. The fluctuations of interaction underscore a transactional view of affection, framed as an authoritarian relationship—“Oh, what a night! Oh, what a dictator.”
**Advisory Note:** Elderly Generation X users must exercise heightened vigilance against online impostors. With economic instability as a backdrop, they remain prime targets for unscrupulous actors operating in the digital realm.
You found me a broken soul
You didn’t need to know my past
You just lifted me and carried me away
Your gentle touch assured me I was safe
Your soothing voice was most comforting
Your tenderness was the validation of the
possibility I have a chance to make it
I couldn’t bring myself to look into your eyes
I was too afraid to open my eyes
In my confusion thoughts you were an Angel
Perhaps you’re here to take me up to Heaven
Away from the pain and ugliness that’s breaking me down to pieces
And in my broken heart I felt your spark of hope
You didn’t need to ask me for anything
Seeing and understanding who I was
You went about your way and cared for me
You healed me
You filled me with hope
You gave me a validation there’s much to live for
Now I can look into your eyes
My heart embraces you
I’m smiling for you
And
I suppose I owe you a million of thanks
Akkina
8/8/23
POTD 8/10/23
Hello poets, been a bit.
Red bugs. Head bugs.
Bouncing on the bed bugs.
Yellow bugs. Fellow bugs.
Always greet with, "Hello bugs!"
Brown bugs. Gown bugs.
Fighting for the crown bugs.
Gold bugs. Bold bugs.
Very, very old bugs.
Grey bugs. May bugs.
Often have their way bugs.
Black bugs. Track bugs.
Don't like to attack bugs.
White bugs. Kite bugs.
Rather polite bugs.
Maroon bugs. Balloon bugs.
Irritate baboon bugs.
Blue bugs. Zoo bugs.
Never need the loo bugs.
Peach bugs. Bleach bugs.
Bathing on the beach bugs.
Pink bugs. Sink bugs.
Act before they think bugs.
Green bugs. Mean bugs.
Never, ever seen bugs.