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Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box
No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five apple pie stuff'd oat bites in my direction (what got whisked - as clocked by yours truly at lightspeed), nevertheless (whew), no permanent damage prevailed regarding the cherished goods.
While recuperating in the hospital bed,
I decided to craft incident report,
(yet refuse to implicate the missus)
quickly letting fingers
skitter across keyboard
couched with divine intervention,
cuz yours truly nearly got declared dead,
thus the following words quickly typed
before creative juices fled
despite skeptical readers,
who might immediately deduce
that I rightly ought to be
declared out of my talking head
thankful caring empowered
stalwart connections qua invaluable friends
gifted with emergency lifeline when pitted
with suicidal ideations, predilections,
utilizations fostering existential crisis,
hence resilience taught to thwart
self harmful and hurtful modus operandi
thru the dogma, ethos,
and faith of worthiness
and in remembrance of JED,
(whose founders lost
above mentioned son to suicide),
thus inadvertently halting epidemic,
whereby teens and young adults
offered mental health resources
by building resiliency and life skills,
promoting social connectedness,
and encouraging help-seeking
and help-giving behaviors
through nationally recognized programs,
digital channels, and partnerships,
as well as through the media
spreading the word
to cope against desire to annihilate self
(think nihilistic existentialism)
receiving immediate access
to forge an excellent outlook
reliable material broadcast
across social media platforms
exemplifying and identifying linkedin
ingenious and innovative modus operandi
such as promulgating hotline
flown like the goodyear blimp
videre licet zeppelin made of lead
clearly displaying credo
(which unfortunately never came to my aid -
just another statistic courtesy anorexia nervosa)
summed up as Ned:
A character education program that uses a cartoon character named NED to promote kindness and excellence in schools. NED is an acronym for "Never give up, Encourage others, and Do your best".
Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict
stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping
into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a hail
storm peppering psyche... jail
time for eternity excluded option
asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale
indications to accept genuine apology
her papa (me) rages against hurtfulness, he
affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged backed to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant previous conversation, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared
to provide respectable accommodations
"dirt poor" status detrimental
with affluent MainLine
incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)
intolerant snobs didst malign
child welfare services called NOT to dine
but emphatic for papa and mama to align
dwelling safe and secure for minors
yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,
they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandishing knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,
who bemoans loathsome
impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!
Wishes hang, like icicles
Clinging to the steely gray
Branches where silence breathes
Promises, echoing through
The winds, hastening hope and
Anticipation, resting on the
Colors of joy, peace and grace
Blended together with faith
Crisp words form to create
Images and imagery, picture
Perfect intimacy, inspirations
Flowing from the pen,
Unearthing secrets and whimsical
Dreams, ideas that burn
Passionate and alive, a fire
On the inside where I know the
Wonder of God’s abiding
Thunder, the wonder of silence
Gentling the truth
With imaginations who bring
Beauty from the darkest graves
Glory from the dread, the appalling,
Laughter from the most gloomy
Places where the sun never shines,
Where birds don’t take flight,
Where history fights for the chance
To birth memories of thanksgiving,
Rays of hope amid the darkest
Shadows, the black that obscures
The glistening stars, the moon
All those pieces of optimism’s honest
Look into the eyes of serenity
And devotion, fidelity
Depression exhausts
Every pleasure, each dream
With flavors of sorrow, grief
That beckons to the memory,
The possibilities linger….
Plans yearn to be made,
But instead are hidden away
Beneath silhouettes of dread,
Fear takes the stage
Where once there had been
Confidence and assurance,
Where there had been light…
Night falls heavy, like a veil of doubt,
Clinging to the yearnings
Failing to give life a purpose
Depression feels like waves of caution,
Roaring through the soul,
Sending inklings of discouragement,
Suspicions and worries,
Haunting even the sunlight’s grace
With a feeling that binds love
Replacing the joy with a sadness
That even the sweetest hope
Can’t dissuade… it is this sorrow
That lingers on the hearts of those
Who reach past the pain…
Into the freedom of a death
That will never let them open
Their heart again
Suicide Hotline: 988
May God be with you and bless you with peace that surpasses understanding!
Philippians 4:7 - King James Version
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
A little boy called William was weeping with sad words echoing,
it was my turn answering calls at a Kids Hotline this evening;
and as I listened to William my heart was breaking,
he was only eight years old and he was really suffering.
William was whispering into the phone his sad words echoing,
he told me kids said mean things that felt like whips lashing;
and his parents said he was worthless, stupid, and not worth living,
he was talking to me while an arms he was cutting.
William was whispering and weeping with sad words echoing,
he told me that he was thinking to end all the pain by hanging;
in a panic, I tried to keep him talking while the police I was calling,
then, the phone went dead and I was left blinking- my soul chilling.
The police called me- William was safe, now, I was weeping.
______________________________
April 7, 2016 (Edit)
Poetry/Monorhyme/A Little Boy called, William
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1105-924-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Standard Contest 163
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Lest we forget that back in 2017, at a softball game,
they tried to massacre members of the republican congress.
Then between 2016 and 2020, they impeached Trump twice
for nonexistent and/or Trumped-up charges.
During the fentanyl Floyd riots
They attempted a REAL insurrection at the White House.
None of those insurrectionists were jailed.
Then in 2020, the CCP and the Fauci DNC
Unleashed a gain-of-function plague on the world.
To shut down our booming economy
To crush our livelihoods
To uplift the globalist agenda
and disrupt our electoral process.
They closed churches and decimated small businesses.
deeming them non-essential.
While fast food conglomerates and Nancy Pelosi's nail salon
remained open.
Since then, they've illegally wire tapped {aka Watergate}
Trump properties.
Storm trooped his home with authority to kill.
They've tried to:
slander
jail,
bankrupt
frame
keep him off the ballot in several states.
Biden said we need to put a bullseye on Trump,
Mere days later {they} tried to assassinate him.
Additional plots to assassinate
were stopped before they came to fruition.
They {LEFT} the unvetted borders wide open
to build up their dwindling voting base.
Mixed in with the desperate migrants are drug cartels.
Human traffickers, known terrorists, and rivers of fentanyl.
Whose ingredients are made in Communist China.
Who, by the way, are buying USA farmland at an alarming rate.
Complacent representatives have let the Trojan camel inside our (Bill Gates).
They kicked old Joe to the curb (disregarding all those who voted for him in the primaries) because of plummeting polls.
Then they claim that republicans are suppressing votes.
By promoting voter ID laws.
They replaced old Joe with camel toe Kamala.
Who set up bail funding for the Floyd looters and rioters.
Not the victims of the looting and rioting.
She promotes a no-bail agenda in general.
She has now selected a late-term abortionist. Waltz as her running mate, fellow...
During COVID, Waltz set up a hotline so people could snitch on one another.
And they have the nerve to scream that Republicans are a threat to democracy...
When in fact they are projectionists of the highest degree.
Wake up, people. The D.N.C tree only yields fetid lemons.
IF I HAD KNOWN
If I had known what I know now
Could turn back time, erase somehow
My world would have a different view
Not black and white, some color, hue
If I had known.
If I had known it's not the end
When lover leaves you for a friend.
There's no safe place for you to hide,
And life's a broken theme park ride.
If I had known.
If I had known that given time
You can begin to heal, to climb
Up from the mire of deep despair
And find new life, and love, and care.
If I had known.
If I had known this tree could bloom
One thousand years, but for the doom
That left a noose's subtle stain
And family filled with endless pain.
If I had known.
If I had known this broken soul
Had any chance of being whole.
But 16-year-old hearts are sure:
There was no future and no cure.
If I had known.
Instead I took my final stroll
Alone and crying, death my goal
And dangling lifeless from a tree
Never another day to see.
If I had known.
If I had known out there somewhere
Were people trained in such despair.
There is no shame in fighting on
Though pain returns most every dawn.
If I had known.
Now YOU know. Please call the Suicide Hotline in the U.S. at: 800-273-8255 if you are considering harming yourself.
The homeless guy was stretched out
On the sidewalk, looking dead,
In stocking feet without, much less,
A cushion for his head.
The passersby all stopped to look
But then went on their way,
Another small annoyance which
Would mar their busy day.
Though I didn’t really want to
Interfere or get involved,
I called the city hotline,
Knowing nothing would be solved.
A round of questions followed,
Then they told me help would come.
I walked away for other people
Stayed to beat the drum.
A little while later
I passed by that spot again.
No one was on the ground but there
Was no cause for Amen.
For there across the street he sat,
Propped up by building bricks,
Not appearing any better,
Just a temporary fix.
I am not a dog lover, although dogs are cute,
I'd rather have none of these
around the house...the last one I had
was a dark-blonde dachshund:
he refused to obey a single rule,
he wanted to eat crackers and cheese!
Dogs lovers, I apologize for having made such a comment...
for having said an awful thing about my disobedient dog;
I still love dogs, but I've no patience to train them:
while they run around and bark at a burning log!
I agree they should abide by those strict rules, but
a soft guy like me simply is unable to enforce them!
Dogs are like gorgeous children that some adore more than a gem,
and if they rip apart your expensive kids' stuffed toys,
don't punish them with harsh words and alienate them;
readers, don't flood my inbox with outrageous comments:
you have your likes and dislikes; even perfect characters have a rip!
I hope other dachshunds haven't heard what I said about Ranger,
they will surely show up at my door and start a vicious doggy war!
Ah! Here they come! I must call the Animal Attack Hotline...help!!!
In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter end.
Upon the bridge, where thoughts of ending bloom,
My shadow's form beside me makes its stand.
This grim moment, midst the gathering gloom,
I gasp, “l'm not alone in this bleak land!”
For shadow's silent vigil, ever true,
Has walked with me through life's relentless strain.
In every trial, every triumph too,
He’s been my constant, through both loss and gain.
So, ‘neath moon’s light, and night’s cold embrace,
My shadow stands, my solace and my grace.
-Edward
For within you resides immeasurable worth!
You are not alone in this world.
You are not alone in the struggles of this life.
If you are having a difficult time, feeling overwhelmed and overburdened, there is help out there.
It is OK to share your struggles and talk to someone.
Call 988 for help
Text 988 for support
Visit: 988 Suicide and Crisis Hotline for support
I've been in the soup bowl for an hour or two
Read some great poetry by poets old and new
So far my commenting is working as it should
Hope I'm not to early to say things are good.
Seems the soup Gremlin met with a grisly end
I think all that he wanted was me for a friend
Or maybe with another poet he's gone to stay
But I just hope from me ; he now keeps at bay.
If you encounter a Gremlin report it straight away
Because left unchallenged he'll sure ruin your day
Contact the Gremlin hotline the number is free
They'll soon be on the case and spare you misery.
Written 5th August 2020.