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I Miss You...
Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak (of which I won’t speak
lest my knees weakly wobble, side to side,
as they did when Coach Notis would tell us
what failed to kill us - when nobody died
or tripped over lines of his murderous
suicide drill - was done incorrectly -
which in turn led me to question this
passion of mine, stern and directly,
returned to me answered configured like this:
Why risk your manhood and furrier balls
for something where love all means nothing at all?).
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
What is the past tense of Quit?
a. Quitted
b. Quitten
c. Quitude
d. Quittined
e. None of the above
Which of the following is the correct meaning of Alacrity
a. Stubborn, unwilling
b. Alarming, Surprising
c. Mediocrity
d. Eagerness
e. None of the above
What word in the English language is always spelled incorrectly
a. Accommodate
b. Wednesday
c. Necessary
d. Fuchsia
e. None of the above
How would you rate this test
a. It was a great test
b. It was an enjoyable experience
c. It was a very easy test
d. This test deserves a 10
e. All of the above
2-1-2023
The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Suzanne Delaney
At night we're all alone in the black nothingness
Of our slowly crawling mind
We travel back to things done incorrectly or left behind.
Once more, the feelings, ignore...
To the racing thoughts , a blind eye...
"Another day, Another chance ,"
We say,
"Try, Try , Try ".
Success before means success again,
As we lie in the trenches, together as friends
Only to arise once more
Feeling deflated, exploited and less-than before.
While those above us sit behind their desks
Speaking of their nickels and dimes
And punch-out clock times,
And whose notes were done and not yet signed.
After so much pain and loss of life
But for those of us who Give and Give once more,
"Forgiveness is Divine" we'll always Implore
Another day breaks with its sky pink and gray,
Leaving Our worried thoughts behind
If we can be of service for yet another day
We each and everyone have scar tissue
laid deeply etched internal conflict hides dialogue
All battles are fought against love condemned un-fairly
hate tortures all good reasoning over trowing truth
Firstly cursing madness stands as judge
corrupted fibres removes stitches darned incorrectly
As the tree of life bears fruit from it's branches
seeds upon this earth has been planted
Like a snowflake born from the living waters of life
unique in how each of us is constructed underneath
Our souls are immortal holding a frame within time
the body is merely a temple nourished by golden light
Countdown begins under a corrupted crop sewing lies
seeing is believing where chastisement begs pardon under oath
1-The overall weight of the ants on earth is:
A/more than 10 times the weight of humans
B/ more than 2 times the weight of humans
C/equal to the weight of humans.
Answer: A
2-Only the crocodile is capable of:
A/ Consuming 250 gallons of water in one sitting.
B/Consuming 200 pounds of food all at once.
C/Replacing his teeth and repositioning his top jaw
Answer: C
3-Sleeping in a cold room leads your body to:
A/ Dehydrates your body
B/ Get ill
C/ Burn calories and create heat to stay warm.
Answer: C
4- In Ahata, West Africa, the tenth child of the same mother?
A/ Will be regarded as the tribe's prince.
B/ Will be buried while still alive.
C/ Will be dumped in the bush amongst animals
Answer: B
5/ Belgian Queen Vanden jailed her barber for 3 years.
A/ So that her gray hair will not come out publicly
B/ Since he chopped her hair incorrectly
C/ Because he was late for her daily make-up
Answer: A
6/ What was Jackie Chan's gestation period?
A/ 3 months
B/ 12 months
C/ 6 months
Answer: B
7/ When 80% of bank robberies occurred worldwide
A/ On the weekends
B/ On Mondays
C/ On Fridays
Answer: C
8/ How many people use the Internet in North Korea?
A/ Over 2 million people
B/ Just 605 people
C/ None
Answer: B
9/ The US had a law until 1970 called (ugliness laws).
A/ Pets are not allowed to be seen out in the city.
B/ It is illegal for ugly persons to appear in public.
C/ Eating in public is against the law.
Answer: B
10/ Who is the only animal that dies if it drinks water?
A/ The kangaroo rats
B/ Fennec fox
c/ Rhinoceros
Answer: A
11/ The only animal with a human-like larynx that can talk is:
A/ The Crow
B/ The Parrot
c/ The Raven
Answer: B
Written: February 12, 2023
I saw the difference you made
To the barrenness of your mother
Then I saw you poke fun at a worker
Who thought you were a good lover
...of sewing seams
I saw you reach out to a man
Who struggled to sit still
Then, I saw you ask another
To provide him with a decent meal
...so, it would seem
....LOVE has a question
I heard you spout out your beliefs
With a superior tone of knowledge
Then I heard anger in your voice
As you tried to push him to the edge
....of that perfect seam
I saw you give a dirty woman
Some clothes, food, and some water
Then, I saw you ignore
The silent, but very present, cry from your beautiful daughter
...who wanted to sew your seem
....LOVE wants to know
I saw your quick response
To a fallen man in need of medical attention
Then, you yell at your son
Who earned himself a scholastic detention
....for sewing seems incorrectly
I heard your lecture on the gospel
To a crowd of would be saints
I saw me, sitting in the pocket of the seam
And knew I ain't
....anything like a seam/seem
....LOVE has hemmed me in HIS seam/seem
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-05-2018
Note: I absolutely LOVE words!!! I hope you see, clearly, what I glimpsed, nearly, in the seam/seem :)
Soul sister how I miss your presence beside me.
Whispering words of strength into my ear.
Guiding me.
Resting your hand upon my shoulder.
Helping me to choose which path to travel.
Even when I have chosen incorrectly.
Your hand never wandered.
Your step never faltered.
You took the blame without shame.
Held me invisibly.
Until the healing warmth could be felt to my inner soul.
In life's little disputes it seems as though I have forgotten you.
The distance seems to have grown out of control.
As though my heart got colder.
A disbelief took over.
I know you have never left me.
You have always been there waiting.
Hoping I would return.
That I would call to you.
I am calling to you.
I search for your inner light.
Long for the warming touch.
I listen even deeper.
To hear your voice whispering into my ear.
A desire to feel the warming of my heart with your touch is growing.
It is what my soul has been missing.
Help me to heal my mind of the ugliness I feel in my heart.
Teach me to see the beauty which my eyes once saw.
Forgive me for allowing a coldness to grow.
Replace the hate with your loving kiss.
Allow me to feel you.
Hear you once again.
This is the 13th Mother's Day that has come around since your life came to an end.
When you passed away, I didn't just lose a mother, I also lost my best friend.
We used to spend Mother's Days together but we can't anymore.
You went to Heaven twelve years ago when you were sixty-four.
You became a mother in 1967 when you brought my brother into the world.
I was born almost four years later and you incorrectly believed I'd be a girl.
An aneurysm ended your life and we buried you in the ground.
I can not enjoy Mother's Day because you're no longer around.
I'll join you in Heaven but I don't know when.
But it will be great when we're together again.
[Dedicated to Agnes johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days.
She wants me to accomplish something this summer - to pad my med-school resume - do anything but relax. But I refuse. If I’m going to complete a master's degree next summer, then I’m going to have fun this summer. Periodt. I’m not an automaton for her to wind. Her stress radiates, as I play Animal Crossing on the couch.
I reach up towards her forehead, “Is there an off button?” I ask.
“Go away,” she chuckles, blocking my hand.
Before I turn away, I add, “You’re the most fun when you’re not giving advice or saying the wrong things..”
“Or breathing incorrectly?” She finished my sentence.
“Exactly,” I laughed, “then you’re practically perfect.”
The boys - Peter (my BF) and Step (my stepfather) - sit or stand, uninvolved, outside the action, like we’re in some other dimension - they try and look at anything but us when we’re wrangling.
Poetry time!
The phantoms of my discontent
are held at bay, by leisure,
are mollified by pleasure.
Am I crazy to set boundaries?
Am I lazy, cause I won’t let her chivvy me?
I’ve got my own voice; I’ll make my own choices.
We have the same goals - but I’m in control.
For every plan I’ve got, she has a hundred caveats.
Sure, I’ve done nothing, while she’s done it all.
I’m her little rocket that she doesn’t want to stall.
But she needs to understand, I’ve left the launching pad.
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periodt ? slang for absolute period
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songs for this piece:
Mama by Spice Girls
Hey Mama by Kanye West
Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now by Nikki Blonsky, Marissa Jaret Winokur, Ricki Lake, Motion Picture Cast of Hairspray