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Excited, and hearts beating with anticipation
five of us held hands... declaring, "We're in this together!"...
We rose into the clouds,..as fast as a bullet
In a stainless steel capsule...like amateur astronauts, ...
We looked at each another with wide eyed expressions.
"Such country bumpkins!"...."Do we look it?" I laughingly asked my husband....
Blood in our veins rushed with nervous excitement
"Hey, kids, count the floors!...Can you truly believe it?"
"Almost to the top!!" Then, they'll open the door
A soft spoken gentleman, wearing a bushy, yet neatly trimmed, mustache,
smiled and said to us...."Your first time, I can see?"..
He wore a uniform, (host, or guide, I supposed)... with the warmest smile.
"If you like,....I can point out places of interest for your children?"...he offered, kindly.
Our three children nodded in delight.
When the steel doors opened, we stepped into a large room
Making our way through the milling crowd, we found a spot for observation.
Our mustached gentleman, chuckled when we gasped for air,
then saw for the first time, the incredible views...
As if looking down from heaven...
City lights flickered on, and we knew what it was like to look upon the stars...
Only, this time, the constellations were below us...!
A magnificent city spread out before our eyes...
Stunned speechless, we were breathless...
Our new friend pointed out Ellis Island, the bridges, Statue of Liberty...
"Oh yes", ....he said,...."over there, ....is New Jersey"
"And there,...that is Staten Island. "Do you see the ferry?"
A toy it was, upon the bay.......so calm it was upon the day
He charmed our young daughter, and impressed our sons with his knowledge..
Here...on top of the world... in a magnificent twin marvel....
Oh, dear God....the innocence....of all the unknown...
Oh, dear God....the significance of what we now know...
one brief capsule of time....
in company of one kind gentleman, who wore a friendly mustache
We will never forget that day................or him................. Oh, dear God....
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True story....and dedicated to the kindness of one stranger....
The Development of
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
Story by Stem and Kirch Fortissimo
Ensembles of the
Powerful Sounds of Musicians
(Masters of there Crafts)
Professors Pernis Ptilorhynchus and Professor Falco Apivorus
Formed the "Minion" a Non for profit charity for
the interest of Honey Lovers throughout the world.
They often warned people of the differences between
honey for people(consumers): honey that's toxic.
The Professor warned many people to be aware of
the evil : Doctor Trigona Hypogea,: who's villanous brew
consists of a process meat from dead animals, which they
then mix with sugary plant products to create a sweet
substance that resembles honey. Curses! Curses! spoke
one member of "the Minion" who strokes the ego of both
Professors.While there's no definitive proof of it being toxic,
the idea of consuming honey derived from rotting meat is
generally unpalatable to most people.
One day darning a recessionary period in human history
when funds and moral had ran low, both professors sough
funding to continue there work. They were up right and honest, but they couldn't achieve there goals and were doomed to dismantle.
Then evil came upon them, a shadowy figure
appeared before them, asking them to sell there soul to him
might he fund there projects. They refused him . Professor
Apivorus needed more from this person and went to see him at
a place called Bingo Mountain. A place were lavender and flowers were
grow to attract bees of all kinds. The Shadowy figure told the Professor he'd help him as long as he was fair, and kind. Asking why he's used those words the Shadowey Figure just said "as sweet as necaters is to the bee: honey is sweet to the man who admires it's taste: the sweet sticky things!"
The Professor told him I know you use corn syurp in your product
challenging all sacred honey producers to speak ill of you.
Dogs are honest.
In other words they don’t lie.
And so you can learn a lot from them.
Humans on the other hand
Are great deceivers and disseminators
In the cause of self interest.
Dogs like self interest too of course
But it’s always a lot more obvious and simple.
Humans more often than not couch
Their self interest in kindness.
There’s a big difference there you know
Honesty being simply what it is
And kindness being up for question
And interpretation,
And so way more superficial.
I like kindness, in fact I habitually do it,
But I like honesty more.
And that’s why I tend to love and trust dogs
More than most of humanity.
Maybe that’s a sad state of affairs
But I don’t think I’m alone.
(10/25/25)
I want a lived-in face—
a body that curves and stretches,
each line a crease carved by laughter,
grief, survival.
I love life etched into skin.
We are the narrators of our days,
our bodies the pages,
our faces the margins,
annotated by time.
We are art—
life’s sculptures—
one arm or two,
too thin, too wide.
What old lies we’ve swallowed
about beauty’s mould.
Perfection?
That polished cage—
stitched with labels.
I wore the names—
Chanel, Louis Vuitton—
as if they could spell beauty
on a tag around my wrist.
I spent myself chasing flawless,
burning joy like cash,
saving nothing for self-love.
I was lost chasing the dream—
of thigh gaps sold as grace,
quiet hunger wrapped in silk,
airbrushed lies reflected back
in mirror-glass approval.
And in all that gloss,
I missed the glow
of my own skin,
weathered, soft,
and holy in its truth.
They told me I was richest when untouched,
when time hadn’t left its mark—
but youth is cheap.
Real beauty accrues.
Each scar, each stretch,
a kind of interest paid in grace.
I long for truth.
Gray hair, wrinkled hands,
a tooth gone missing like a childhood friend.
My curves have curves,
but my heart is open,
always has been.
My mouth will sing
even if a note is off.
Even if pieces are missing—
it matters not.
Confidence? Still a struggle.
But intelligence…
oh, that disarms me every time.
A woman or man who can think—
who listens with their eyes,
and speaks with care—
now that’s divine.
Beauty or the beast—
it matters not at all.
Each one a masterpiece,
every rise and fall.
With time on my hands now that I am retired,
To hobbies I have returned,
And I am not disappointed.
I am back into stamp collecting,
Still find it rewarding,
Brain cells re-connecting,
Memories of shared interest with my Mum,
Which was far from Dumb.
Stamps on approval in post,
Hunting for coins that were lost.
To exchange for cheque to send by same day post,
Number of pen pals something to boast.
Waiting at letter box for stamps from foreign lands,
To get into our hands.
Swapping stamps with friends,
Visits to stamp shops,
Asking relatives to save stamps.
The joy of getting stamps from countries just born,
Countries that are no more make me feel old and forlorn.
Saving their stamps for posterity makes me feel re-born.
Ascending toward triumph-pinnacles
We tread circumspectly along life’s race
Optimizing God’s wondrous love and grace
Overcoming temptation tentacles.
Trekking upward mountainous faith-venture
We're replenished fully midst fatigue-bouts
To vanquish distracting doubts’ whereabouts
And prevail beyond weariness’ torture.
Pressing forward by Sovereign guidance
Defying fall and frustrations’ anguish
Serenely, we hope never to languish
While reaching others with care’s abundance.
Marching onward though sorely afflicted
Doing what’s right is still our best insight
Pursuing to walk by faith, not by sight
Pleasing the Lord Who has us protected.
Pushing backward the awful negatives
We step ahead, bouncing with revival
Persevering for work-fruits’ arrival
As admonished with service directives.
Setting sideward personal interest
We seek first our Master and His kingdom*
Blessed with heavenly, servants’ heart-wisdom
We** spread Gospel, granting souls’ genuine rest.
*Matthew 6:33 “…seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness…”
**My spiritual response to the lyrics of "With You and I"
February 11, 2019
Edited on February 13, 2024
9th place, "Glenn Hughes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 2/24/2024
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The flag glides upward in slow motion.
Days have the lucky teachers rehearsed
For this honorable day of the country.
We, children have sung until we go hoarse
No matter it was a sunny or a rainy day.
Rehearsals went on, missing classes and plays.
Yes, the great day is here today!
I proudly stand saluting the flag.
The official goes inspecting the parade.
Each child envies the other with whom is
Exchanged a polite little word and hand shaken.
I stand in my corner, not so lucky.
My eyes rest on the boxes of cakes and juice,
Neatly arranged by the Headmaster’s office
And my interest wavers from the day’s event.
The speech begins; I feel a face familiar was his.
I rack hard my brain keeping a fixed smile.
Years back he was news headlines,
Charged for corruption and misuse of office,
Then for sexual harassment on a minor, it was.
Charges were soon scratched for lack of evidences
And the mass had moved to some hotter issues.
A loud request breaks the monotonous speech,
I come out of my reverie “Children, give a big hand
To our distinguished guest, he is doing a great job!”
The claps echoed loud in the air.
“He is offering two dozen books to our school library!”
The claps grew louder and I clapped hard as I can.
“Three cheers for the country…”
“Hip Hip Hip Hurray!” (3 times)
“Three cheers for the guest of honour…”
“Hip Hip Hip Hurray!” (3 times)
Thrilled I nearly knock down my friend,
Raising my little flag and shout as loud as I can.
I muse with hungry eyes
“I wish I can be as important as him!”
Date:9/07/16
Contest: Embrace the line (s)
lost interest
ignorance is popular
yet difficult in
our observation
it has become
a way of life
our generation culture
what matters sim
not important
because the world
needs to grow
yet our growth
devalue more than
it values
who is deceiving
who today in our
smart technology world
are we about to hit
another downfall
of no reparation
what will finally be
our reputation
to the next generation
will be a world
robot value
verses the human devaluation
sometimes I think
by myself
seeing the world
in our modern time
I just can't understand
why the rush
despite I know
is all about control
especially when power
is more important than
humanity then Instead
of trust or royalty to
selfish interest I just
lost interest
A is for alertness so you know what's going on.
B is for the brain freeze you get before the dawn.
C is cardiopathy so you can keep the beat.
D is for dampness when your trying to beat the heat.
E is for the exema you try to wash away.
F is when you fail at it and it causes you dismay.
G is always good enough to get you through the day.
H is for happiness when it finally comes your way.
I is for intelligence that you accrued with interest.
J is jubilation if and when you do your best.
K is certainly kindness towards your fellow man.
L is for the living and doing what you can.
M is for the mood your in that seems to ebb and flow.
N is for your neighbor, I wonder if you know.
O is for the one and only that everyone should have.
P is for the peaceful people who soothe us like a salve.
Q is the quick temper that rips apart your soul.
R is the relentlessness that keeps you in the hole.
S is sleeping soundly like a little baby.
T is for trusting, and I don't mean maybe.
U is usually the ultimate goal that we are striving for.
V is for victory, well you know, when we all finally score.
W is wishing for things that we don't get.
X is for xanadu, a land we've not known yet.
Y is for the yesterdays you hope are still to come.
Z is when you zip your lip and everything is mum.
Well what more can a person say to help you understand?
The stage is set, take three steps and come and join the band.
For Cyndi Macmillan's ABC Couplet Contest