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Great Walls of Life
That Northern Wall in Chicago:
With high hopes and unhindered confidence, in early 1974 I was sailing free as a bird. I felt prepared for any and everything that would attempt my defeat.
Never doubting that I was the one; but it all changed when they said, “No!”
That Southern Wall in Mississippi:
Starting over in the Fall of 1974, I took me and mine, and moved several hundred miles away. Thinking I was a trail blazer, a pioneer; I planted my feet and planned to stay. The dreams I had and the visions I saw, fell far short. In the Fall of 1978, I said to my family, “It's time to go!”
That Western Wall in San Francisco:
I had already looked East and decided against the Big Apple.
‘On the road again’ became the story of my life before I ever heard the song.
Hitting the road a second time, across country I went. In 1978, I resettled 2000 miles away.
My expectations were lowered just a bit, but still I saw doorways to success.
However, it seemed that my chosen career continued to find me running in the rear. At first I was accepted and had broad appeal; hearts to me opened wide. After a few years with them, in 1982 a great opportunity for a promotion came knocking; but when I entered the door, they too said, “No”.
That Second Western Wall in San Francisco:
This time I did not cross the country nor even States, but just across town.
In the Winter 0f 1984, I thought that finally I had found a place of security with a bright future. However, two years in, and I was out, when they said to me, “It’s time for you to go”. Nevertheless, I have neither complaints nor regrets at all about any of my four walls.
Those walls helped to straighten me out when I was wrong.
While I was still young, those walls made me strong.
Sometimes, when feeling weak, worn, and small,
I think about those " 4Walls", and feel real tall
02192016 (PS Contest, "4 Walls" by C.T.)
I'm placing strings in needles and creating new seams
Pricking fighting fingers for what this brings
Opening the lines of smiles with softer things
but you like to rip
like to tear bandages
with no interest in blood
just the sound of a breaking, the wince
The mystery of what's under the covers
calls you here
but you play hide and no speak with bloodletting
Planning puppet shows in your dwelling
There is no more time to look for needles and strings
Let's lay it here bare
See how the clot of your presence
causes more hemorrhage
Thinking nothing of tachycardic pitter pats
I just figured that
this is how it flows
and maybe the sadist will enjoy newly marred skin
Soft pink hues clashing with new fabric, this is more than a bruise
I dreamt of babies in past times
So maybe you'd bless me
bring new dressing for wounds too old to place but too deep to forget
and you did, long enough for the browning of raised skin
creating camouflage of a better understanding
but what does camouflage do?
Stepping out of coverings revealing the ravaging you
You are sharp edges hitting kneecaps
splinters in my feet
You are strange slithering things beckoning to eat
wrapping choking, heavy body around all things meek
You are the reason for silver linings
You create shadows for the bleak
It was my wife, my son and me, we were at home one weekend
While she played with my son, I was giving a cupboard a mend
They were running around laughing and playing
I was up stairs sanding and spraying
Then all of a sudden it was quiet in the house
So quiet you could even hear the sucking sound of a louse
I turned to go down to see what the matter could be
And there an eight foot brick wall of a man I did see
This man dare infiltrate my home
I knew him, a once good now bad friend called Jarome
He held a knife in his nine digit left hand
And breathed funny due to a dodgy sinus gland
I tried to reason, even started to beg
But before I knew it he stabbed me in the leg
Now to him I look like I’m vertically challenged, not that tall
Don’t get me wrong, five foot seven isn’t that small
Oh not to mention I’m blind in one eye, can’t see out the other
“Air strip” I was called because as a teen I was bald like my father
(But here’s the science bit)
I used to be a spy trained in the deadly arts
I could slice a lemon from twenty feet away with a single fart
With a banana, make hole in a car wheel
Or stab a man with an orange peel
We are a new breed
Really deadly indeed
Jerome expected me to fall, but I came back hitting
I gave him one of those red headed step child beatings
I was all over him like white on rice
He looked like he was trying to swat some flies.
Then I let out some sharpened farts
His face was covered in what looked like paper cuts
By this time the police arrive and you guessed it, arrested me without bail
I thought I’d spend the rest of my life in jail
The police said I didn’t use reasonable force
And from his injuries they would make sure I’ serve the full course
But when I saw the judge I was at ease
I knew I’ll be free, this trial would be a breeze
But you knew who the judge was in the end
It was Glen my imaginary friend
The oranges came upon the
Reds followed too quickly by golden
Yellow leaves.
Hitting his own autumn the commuter took
One moment to suppose that
Tree had something to do with his own time here but
The metaphysical was beyond grasp.
He understood the sell and the buy
The unstoppable flow of raw goods
To manufacturer to emporium to consumer to junk yard.
He blew his horn anxiously at the gawker in front
And sped down the boulevard toward
Another day—telephone tied to his ear
Retailing and counting exchanges in minute specialty.
Outside, one child
Lays looking through the trees for the day to break
Catching for the first time the mix of redorangeyellow.
The horn breaks his moment.
He too remembers the school bell
And skips off for another repetition
Of yesterday.
I hold on stretching the moment
Out past millenniums opposing the rush
Into eternity proffered by the Wallstreets of America,
Walmarting each of us onto a higher plane of shopper madness.
Shoppers of America, lechers of our time,
Cannot even laugh at me for my leftover
Quixotic operation on the Schuylkill River.
For their stare is lodged at King of Prussia Mall
With its answer to the repetition of changing trees-
Newfangled toys for every day let alone Hanukkah and Christmas.
If they had seen me they could have pointed
To their children an example of
A wasted life without
A patch doll or plastic jack-o-lantern
In the window above the garage door leading into my home.
I kickedaleaf and tried frantically to slow down the trifling time
I had before the parts of my body wanted no more to carry the weight
of my mind digressing or my conceit.
She was all of twenty-two
And I was twenty-five
Experiences, I had a few
I was hitting my sexual stride
She was pure and innocent
When she made this request of me
Would I please be the first
To remove her virginity
Now, I’ll admit I was horny as hell
And she was a beauty queen
But to do what she was asking me
Would have been purely obscene
The first time that she makes love
She deserves the very best
A man who loves her with all his heart
I would surely fail that test
I showed her what a man looks like
But wouldn’t allow her to touch
She wanted me to lay in bed with her
But I knew that would be too much
She thought that I was rejecting her
As tears ran down her face
Nothing could be farther from the truth
It was just the wrong time and place
I don’t know why I was so chivalrous
It had never happened before
I left her alone in my room
And paid for my first whore
When I returned to my apartment
There was a note taped to the door
Saying not to worry none
She wouldn’t bother me any more
I’ve often wondered since that night
Did my actions work as planned
Did she wait for the perfect time
Or just find another man
She was all of twenty-two
And I was twenty-five
I always will remember you
As long as I’m alive
when you feel like pacing up and down
hitting yourself in the head
on that perimeter fence of enclosed emotion
bracing for an onslaught of pain
that won’t dissipate on the barbed wire fences
a watch tower is mocking and increasing the hurt
steps are weary burdensome and dirty
boots of contempt become unfastened
as the pace picks up despite feet
sinking further into a mud of injustice
overthinking does not improve matters
cannot close off attacks without impunity
prison guards are wielding the knife
knowing full well that they are the ones
who hold shackles and straight jacket
gate keepers they are holding the iron weld key
reason and passion are bedfellows
make love sometimes
at others wage war
they hold meaning when sense may not see it
and knee jerk reaction make me want no more
no less than cuddle the duvet
sink into the pillow and disappear without comeback
the mountain mole hill quivers
earth worms sliver with slime
and my skin seems cleaner
than my insides which are raw
time that invaluable concept
may heal and bring forth positive change
and the ink in my quill
still touches the paper
turbulent and still as if
commotion was stagnant
19th December 2022
The sun sparkles in the forest
all is calm
all is quiet
Birds chirp in the near distance
and branches fall, hitting the ground like footsteps-
swallowed by nature,
in the deepest, lush forest-
is that the trees talking?
They creak,
as I lay in a field of grass,
a hummingbird deteriorates reality-
hovering over top of me-
what could it possibly want
the sun's beams dry the morning dew
and the hummingbird rests on my shoulder
I'll never know if it was a message
or a sign
Perhaps it was coincidence
He disappears in the trees and out come the crickets-
too soon-
they've forgotten their instincts
still laying among the critters we can barely see,
I smile at the sun, a tear falls-
pure bliss
then the hummingbird flew right back down by me-
instead I got up and followed it to the water
Let joy move you, to capture vision divine,
Let it ignite your heart with flames that shine.
Sing new melodies to the bouncy skies,
To the ancient of days, whose love will never cease.
Transcend the limits of your life’s race,
Embrace the Word, enjoy the enlarged space.
Let joy move you, let it determine your days,
In every breath, let faith direct your ways.
In alignment with destiny, you shall dance,
Hitting the mark in life's every expanse.
Unlock the door to your future as foretold,
Where dreams and visions, in abundance, unfold.
Let mountains break forth with joyful sound,
Rejoicing in heavens glory unbound.
And witness the trees, their branches swing wide,
Clapping their hands in joy, a jubilant stride.
October 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 21-22
Key Verse – Matthew 21:21-22 Jesus answered and said unto them, Verily I say unto you, If ye have faith, and doubt not, ye shall not only do this which is done to the fig tree, but also if ye shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; it shall be done. And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXHORTING US
TO HAVE FAITH IN HIM
Praise be to God for exhorting us to have faith in Him,
trusting sincerely His:
Comfort with His care
Cleansing against curses
Compassion and clemency
Correction for our consecration
Charity midst chastisements in our conversion
Matthew 21:22 Praise be to the Lord for teaching us
to pray, believing that we shall receive through His:
Omnipresence around His will
Omniscience, asserting His wisdom
Omnipotence according to His Word
Opportunities, abounding wondrously
Offered optimizations for outreaching worthily
Matthew 22:18 Praise be to the Saviour Who
perceives our wickedness and checks our:
Hypocrisy, hiding our helplessness
Haughtiness, hampering humble handling
Half-heartedness, heralding our heathenism
Hard-headedness, hoisting harrowing haphazardness
Hopelessness, hitting heavenly holiness with hindering holes. Amen!
October 10, 2024
Economic ruin does loom
as hog industry shows no bloom
since swine fever brings pig pen gloom…
Oh, ham and bacon losses boom.
With avian flu’s sudden attack
chicken-kill was toward bad track
dieters’ problem, poultry lack…
what sad impact on menu’s pack.
Midst kittens and pups' lamenting
dog slay for rabies’ infesting
health issues against pets hitting…
I pray for beast* rescue’s granting.
*Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.
September 18, 2019
Edited on October 6, 2021
3rd place, " 'R '' Contest, New or Old
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/7/2021.