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he knows his alphabet and counts to forty
socially inept a heart that’s free of guiles
his mind confused he sits aloof in his own world
outsiders attach their numerous labels
it’s still a mystery what goes on in that subconscious
there’s a level of corrosion in his young brain
I seldom get to break the seal
and relish in precious moments of lucidity
though far and few between
he’ll contort his body when cuddled
that my touch is not welcomed
it hurts so I want to cry
but sometimes the sun
the moon the stars align
and I see a spark light up his eyes
there’s no happier surprise
that’s when I see God’s signature
on this exquisite work of art
AP: 2nd place 2020
I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
Both soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, reflecting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and flowed across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?
On a summer break from college,
When I traveled ‘cross the sea,
My new Instamatic camera
Made the trip (plus film) with me.
Later on, I graduated
To a camera with a case
And the kind of film you had to wind,
Much harder to replace.
Thus, for parties or vacations,
I would always be prepared
To snap pictures then make copies
So the images were shared.
That was all before our cell phones
Came with cameras installed.
Now I’m always at the ready
If a photo moment’s called.
When technology’s updated,
I am mostly quite inept,
But I so prefer my iPhone
To the cameras I once schlepped.
When I found you in bed, you had just died.
I wept; my grieving lodged inside my head;
you clearly were gone—I was horrified!
As you lay still in bed, utterly dead,
the huge shock I felt could not be denied,
as tears gave way to muffled sobs and dread.
Mother, I always had longed for your love:
you loved the one who never for you wept.
When your tired spirit had risen above,
I knew my tears were hopelessly inept;
meanwhile, we all assembled to remove
your slumbering corpse as it quietly slept.
Hours passed when we all gathered for your wake,
a solemn event that was neither good
nor sane as we all tried (for pity's sake!)
to offer our condolences if we could.
You laid there like marble—no more awake.
A victim of fate, I felt like deadwood.
The final day arrived: the ceremony
was on Sunday, which was dark and sunless;
dream-like, bizarre, and strange, all was eerie.
Distraught, I was overwhelmed and bloodless!
As they gave your last rite and obsequy,
I, too, died more than words could ever express.
Open Up Your Eyes
By Franklin Price
9/23/2015
Open up your eyes and see
the World in its stupidity.
On TV watching ones afar;
misplaced ones to doors ajar
Thousands fleeing, disrupting all,
from native lands about to fall
To some new place to find respect
without much thought how to connect.
Where will they go? Who will accept?
Their treatment what? At most inept.
What will they do? Where will they work?
Once they have fled some tyrant jerk.
Should they have stayed and fought the fight?
Should they return against the might?
Should the able help? What's right is right.
Should they fall into abysmal night?
Refugees from everywhere
fleeing places without care.
From rulers all, without a clue;
next thing you know they could be you
The United States, I must confess,
In many ways have caused this mess
Have pushed our ways most everywhere
Interfered much more than should have dared
We citizens stood by to view
As politicians stirred the stew
Pushed by the rich; the selfish few.
That's no surprise. It's nothing new
Now we are here. What can we do?
Now that we, through choice, have stirred the stew.
Must take care, the choices made
Through strength must act; not be afraid.
With allies act to stop the flow
Give the misplaced their homes to go
Make homelands safe for them to be
Or the refugees are you and me.
Passed, words confirmed, where do I turn
Wheels of confusion astride my time
Now knowing my tomorrow's being
As I await life's minutes in reflective remind
Awakening the next morning I'm graced by the sun
Absorbing it's warmth as I neglected before
This all means so much different than previous days
For this time I'm captured now knowing life's score
The key in the door starts my palms to speak
As the Warden confirms, hey' Fraser it's time
Turned, now returned, as I hear ratchet sounds
Walking such corridors hearing negative chimes
Cocky I say Hi, as I'm instructed to remain be
Hence their almighty be they sure inform me
Sitting you'll be amidst arched back becoming so proud
For you'll absorb said electrics throwing you aloud
Seconds to minutes as I stare from whom I've taken
Kaleidoscopic views now attract my visions aplenty
Internal droughts apprehend me as I walk cuffed
Now knowing my inept, soon deserved to be empty
I'm now counting the minutes as to where I'll demise
To all my all out there I've no favour for your cries.
8/5/2017
6/30/17
What the heck
Is the reason for such disrespect
And neglect
Just trying to continue the trek
Without getting shipwrecked
I want to have a meaningful and positive effect
Instead of being inept
Still making moves, taking risks, with continual steps
In and out of the depths
With or without much rest
Just trying to do my best
Instead of beginning to stress
Throughout any test
Situations and work being assessed
For more or less
Whether it was simple or complex
Always cleaning up my own mess
And striving for success
Before I can no longer draw another breath
Due to my own death
Mostly made of water, bone and flesh
It wasn't always easy to express
And at times I only could guess
Might as well get it all off my chest
Never went in church to confess
Won and lost in chess
Still always felt blessed
And tried to have common sense
On either side of the fence
Whether the terrain was thin or dense
Nonetheless
This took a lot of effort, intellect
And finesse
The majestic Statue of Liberty has stood with dignity for many years.
She has been a Beacon of Hope for the hopeless seeking new frontiers.
She weeps with joy welcoming new immigrants to her shores.
Alas, she weeps tears of sorrow seeing young soldiers off to wars.
How she must weep tonight seeing young children racing for her border,
Seeking sanctuary from nations that seemingly lack a sense of order.
She weeps seeing the disregard of the Constitution by inept politicians,
And their deceitful attempts to destroy our God-given rights and traditions.
How Miss Liberty must weep seeing the way her heroic veterans are treated,
Many lonely, ignored and dying from the scars of wars left untreated.
In this land of plenty she weeps seeing the hungry and dispossessed,
Their hopes now dashed in what was once the pursuit of a noble quest.
She has weathered the many vicissitudes of America with a pensive sigh,
Yet, thank God, with tenacity she still holds The Torch of Freedom high!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
I took a leap of faith, into the unknown.
To stay would have been my undoing.
Not another moment could I endure,
of my life with you...treated like a whore,
a housekeeper, a slave, to your whims and moods.
All unpaid.
My mother's blessing came that very day,
when she said we should split, go our separate ways.
I had confessed how you had mistreated me,
all down the years. She stood by me,
emboldened me, to face down my fears.
Off you go! Good riddance too!
I'm trying not to hate you.
Twenty three years of disrespect.
Enough was enough, you were so inept
at being a husband, or even a man.
When I think of you now,
I just say, "God damn!!"