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There are so many fondest memories
that I've accumulated thru the years;
but going back to when I was so young,
there's one that I remember most of all.
I was an only child till age of three,
but then a gift, my baby brother came.
Our front door opened, there he was so small,
and magically they placed him in my arms.
I still remember this as such a thrill...
just like my dolly, but so very real,
with softest cheeks, a tiny rosebud mouth
and cutest booties on his tiny feet.
So many years have passed, but that strong bond
remains intact now in our winter years.
Yet that sweet vision when at first we met,
still fills my heart with warmth until this day.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: My Fondest Memory
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Judged: 12/14/2016
Would I be a man if I had the chance,
To grow hair in strange places and jump up and dance,
Whenever a touchdown is made for my team,
Or a goal scored in Hockey and jump up and scream,
And scare the bejiggers out of my mate,
Even though she is trying real hard to relate,
And understand my excitement when we make first down,
And show she's enthused and tries not to frown?
Would I want to do chest bumps and yell like a monkey,
And scratch, fart and belch and think it's real funny;
Come home from work and sit down on the couch,
Pick up the remote and go into a slouch;
Or should I be satisfied just as I am;
For from the beginning it was God's plan,
To take sugar and spice and things to entice,
And create a woman so things woud be nice;
For He first made the man but he wasn't complete,
So He gave him a woman so the poor guy could eat;
For without us the guys just don`t stand a chance,
Unless I`m here to help him mine can`t find his pants.
(The real question is do you want to be the man in charge or the woman who really knows what`s going on)
For How Would I Change My Life Contest by Frank Herrera
AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL
My childhood spent without peers
alone and prey to my fears.
Nights spent face buried in my pillow
my emotions like a weeping willow.
The school kid disliked and attacked
like a player continuously sacked.
Bruises and scars physical,
cuts deep and salted, emotional.
Not a friend not even one
or an adult there to help - none.
You look to the skies for relief
but lessons taught come with grief.
Our life books come prewritten
set in stone, can't be rewritten.
Loneliness moves in, year after year
without choice you hide behind a veneer.
You give up on living
focus on just existing.
Sorry, I have to stop here. This story now transcends
rhyming, calls for a voice free just to speak.
Loneliness has many faces.
I imagine one of the most intense state of loneliness
is losing a loved one.
A planet of three billion would feel empty.
I have witnessed my mothers chagrin after
losing my father.
Happy partners a lifetime long and suddenly
she is one of two.
You do the math.
They were two who became one.
Now she is alone cut down the middle
add her pain and she is barely half.
There is no crowd that could fill her void.
There is no amount of family love
that could fill the hole in her heart.
My pain was different. I just had a wish to belong,
to have one friend, one love, or just to have a hand to hold.
When you're abandoned, ridiculed, and disliked
by everyone even by people who don't even
know you, you have no choice but to hide.
My loneliness turned me into a critter
that could curl up into a small ball.
Still I had hope.
I wished someone could love me.
Love me for my gentle ways,
my giving nature and my open arms.
18~11~2014
Sponsor: frank herrera
Contest Name: FACES OF LONELINESS
WRITE ABOUT LONLINESS FROM YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE....MUST BE AUTO BIOGRAPHICAL.
Oh, shattered and broken
after my husband's accidental death!
My life was darkness and tears,
I was in a pit of pain with high walls,
and no hope-
I lost my job and was collecting- welfare
humiliated- I moved back home.
He died way too soon
after the babies death!
I wanted to be strong. I
looked deep into my soul, and found nothing-
even wished to end my life-
to break free of the imprisonment.
I wanted to cast off the cloak of death!
Oh, just to end the captivity!
And I dreamt of the sea, that blue
chasm, always struggling, never surrendering
seeking its path. And I listened and
found deep inside of me a little bird
singing. And she was growing
stronger. Her song
mighty, full of hope and courage.
Then, one day she broke free!
A broken wing-
did not hold her back
and she just flew and flew-
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April 19, 2017
Free Verse/Struggling, Never Surrendering
Copyright Protected, ID 893842
Broken Wing
Frank Herrera
I am a face hiding behind a computer screen
I am maybe the one you search for in your dream
I am compassionate and for other’s I care
I am generous and with you I’d share
I am a mother, sister, daughter, wife
I am a friend to some I have known all my life
I am small but have a big heart
I am scared to lose my parents - I dread us being apart
I am considered to have a good sense of humour
I am British that’s the truth it's not a rumour
I am happy to listen to others and share a pot of tea
I am proud to say I am simply me
I am female
11~06~14
Contest: I am
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
My brother brought George home one day,
I heard their bikes rumbling and roaring loud;
and then he was standing in my driveway,
he was a GOD in black leather, a real bad boy.
It was at that moment, I fell in love,
and the sky became clouded.
The next day he came looking for me,
and we went roaring on his big black bike;
and soon against advice, we began to date,
soon, I moved in- but he had a dark secret.
I loved him so much, he was perfect,
I chose not to see the drinking and bad temper;
he had a charm and had me chained,
with his kisses and words, I was soon his slave.
I lost myself somewhere in this love,
and I was falling into a pit.
Ashamed to admit my mistake at first love,
one day, he broke my nose and I crawled home;
in my parents arms I found myself again,
because of him I lost everything, my job, my money.
But he was not finished with me yet,
he charmed his way back.
Again I was trapped in this tragic love,
he said he needed me and I thought I needed him;
I loved him with all my heart and soul.
then one day, it happened he was gunned down.
His secret- he was in a bike gang,
a motorcycle gang deadly.
It took time but I emerged from the nightmare,
that was my first love, I learned my lessons well;
but for all the awful things that happened,
I find myself sad when I recall my poor lost George.
And still I bring him red roses often,
to his lonely, unloved grave.
---------- October 2, 2016 ----------
Narrative
For the contest, First Love
sponsor, Frank Herrera
First Place
This morning, earlier than normal, you arose for work
This was long before the coffee pot began to perk
I felt you stirring, and after a while, I saw you down the hall
A little later, you quietly informed me of the meaning of it all
I could tell that you needed to run
So I arose to see you off, and to say goodbye
With my eyes, I saw your beauty and brightness
You were shinning like today’s light in the morning sky
I remember telling before that you look great in bright colors
But today, you looked gorgeous and even a bit exceptional
Had I not paused to observe and pay you a deserving compliment,
I would have been undeserving of you, and worst than a common criminal
I noticed that you were so stunningly dressed in red;
But when I reached for you, I saw more that just red
I embraced you just before you backed out of the garage
Clearly that was when I saw “that something special” about you
Earlier, I had glanced it just before I arose from bed
When I embraced you, I saw close up the style of your hair
I felt your warmth and softness like a breath of fresh air
With a presence so smooth, you looked lovely and sweet to me
And O my, that fitted red jacket you were wearing was a sight to see
041510 PS Contest, An Expression of Love, Frank Herrera
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with my wind-blown mane riding with time’s first cherubic chance
the early dusk’s gate opens; “ Oh,Frank..it’s you”, he smiles in a trance
in the porch, trays of capers and breeze of tea sing of smiles, so much to know
he slowly rewinds pages of Hispanic tales; i feel his poetry and life escapades grow
we sip our passion for books and rare sentiments, bonding like old friends for hours
rising then pausing about music, humor and tears, lost loves and even April showers
his peppered hair defies what he calls gentle aging, punch lines grant us release
as stars shape an ending of one night with pleasant tingles of fun and deep peace
after a slight buddy pat, i hand him my painting with hopes we meet once more
knowing he warmly enjoys the gypsy and angel in me, as i gaily walk out the door
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(( for Michael Falotico's " First Words Over Coffee"))
by nette onclaud
For nine long long months I longed to greet you
We’ll if I’m perfectly honest …
You were so snug in your home you stayed for an extra ten days!
I had waited patiently for your arrival and couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms
Finally the day arrived and I discovered they don’t call it labour for nothing …
It was damn hard work!
But twenty-four hours later you arrived in the world
I guess every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful
You were gorgeous! With fine downy blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes
I counted your tiny fingers and toes
You were absolutely perfect
Later that evening I sat in a comfy chair to feed you
Looking out of the window I saw soft snowflakes swirling
It was so so beautiful tears started to fall
Now, whenever I see snowy scenes I think of you my precious son
12~08~16
Mr Fondest memory Contest
Sponsored by Frank Herrera
LIBRAS ~ Two of a kind
by;Frank
Enigmatic SOUPER STAR--Only you know who you are.
Since we first met you've come so far.
Diamond Darling of the SITE--Soul on Fire--Never TRITE.
Your varied edges cast Blue light.
Our BIRTHDAYS are the same--
You share my Pretty Sister's Name.
A tease of Fate?...perhaps--She loves to play her games.
Friends here easily let me go--But with you I always know--
We'll always call each other friend.
Unwavering friendly Soul Mates to the end.
by;p.d.
You are Secretive like the color Blue;
My mind wonders when it comes to you.
Shadows that happen fast,
and still your KNOCKING~@$$
Yes, a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me and you.
We are what I call... "MAGIC OCTOBER BLUE!"
What a treat my son * my brother, RANK with the same name Frank.
We work hard Pleasing ~ Captivating and Robbing the same bank.
You hide it well & keep smiling through all the pain,
Not letting no one near the rain.
A thousand falls, a thousand calls,
Than he or she' wonders, why your back is against the wall!
Trust will only come, through the same disguise.
You are a True Friend,- Who's more than meets the eye!
* A COLLABORATION with FRANK HERRERA *