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“Only girls cry!…Boo hoo!”
"Look at you" he taunted me, (as big brothers often do)
Making a mockery. He kept teasing me, heckling me,
as I whined, and cried, and planned revenge
Neither of us would have won a prize, for being Mom's angelic pride,
of Kirby street that hot July...
“You Thug!”..I cried,…a laughing stock...his mocking me,
and worst of all, our bitter brawl played out for all the world to see.
No recourse, no remorse..(poor me!!)… As the butt of his demeaning jokes
By then my temper had been stoked, he had poked me once too often!
So HUGE, was my disdain for his smug, big thug, that grinning face,
in retaliation, for my humilation, (as an enraged little sister might do..)
I grabbed one of his model airplanes….and threw……THREW HARD...
It broke into shards, big shrapnel pieces…I dashed for cover...
Hovering behind the hedge…waiting for his own revenge!…
Instead it left a gash, a bloody angry wound, I was aghast....!
Well, of course our Mother got involved.. .
It was resolved by iodine and bandages
And a tongue lashing...
“You could have put out his eye!! ….and then we cried, …the two of us
Well we would repent, and spent the day becoming friends...
The afternoon out in the yard….
One sudden, unguarded moment ….
there was a car,.... came ‘round the bend
and as our game was 'bout to end....his dog, (his mongrel friend) was hit
....and then....
all time suspended........
My brother’s sweet dog, who slept on his bed, was gone
The next hours painfully hung…and long is the memory that still weighs a ton….
Ending with me alone in my bed..
Mute with grief ….remembering his words….”Only girls cry”….
Hearing his sobs……all through the night..
And my parent's cooed comfort, the soundtrack to this tragic movie
That still plays in my darkest theater….all these years later
I shudder still, have a lump in my throat…how that faint little scar, can still emote…
such feelings of tenderness I felt on that day.
Over the years…we have shared many tears…
we have leaned on each other, me and my brother
Big girls will cry, just as little girls do…and big boys can cry,
..and hey,..that’s okay, too
Blinding lights, the smell of chlorhexidine
Green colored scrubs, white coats and the strange red of povidone-iodine
A place where chaos and calm coexist as two sides of a coin
A realm where anguish and hope align, a balance between both cruel and divine
It’s a glimpse of hope for some, for others it’s a livelihood
It’s a place where trials of love, life and relations many have withstood
While one breathes his first, other breathes his last
It’s a place where everyone belongs to the same community, race and caste
Its walls have heard more genuine prayers than any Temple, Mosque or Church
Its floors have felt more weary knees than any sacred perch
Life and death, love and hate, the lines between all is blurred
A place where a doctor’s ambition and the patient’s belief are undeterred
Though it’s a privilege to be here, especially when I am not the ill and sick
Sometimes, I close my eyes and truly wish
Couldn’t everyone be cured of all their diseases
If every pain could find release, and all suffering forever cease
But then I realize it is truly a miracle, the existence of such a place
A place where both God and Death, we truly embrace
From reading about bones like parietal and occipital
I step into this new world- The Hospital.
"They Say Mushrooms Grow Best in the Dark"
Winter
arrived after
The Darkness
blew in
with its boiling
black clouds.
they say mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
we hid underground.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
we breathed
in the
blow back.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
3 days
of scorching fire,
blood shed, and the
stabbing nails
of judgement, and its
horrible crucifixions.
such terrible carnage.
there was much worse
than this, to come.
for the few who survived,
the fumes burnt our skin
the air burnt our lungs.
the iodine
capsules
were useless.
our innocence
perished
many children, taken,
the true meaning
of our lives,
dissolved, gone.
we were blind.
comfortable in
our complacency.
we weren’t prepared
when the truth
of it all,
like parables from old,
blew in
on the clouds.
the ancient stories
we considered
pages of nothing,
we thought fiction,
in long forgotten books,
from our childhood
presented itself
with its meaning
and our inclusion.
when Dominion,
arrived in full force,
it was unwelcome.
they say,
mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs;
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
the sleeve of armour
on the dead angel
buried under burnt wings,
that the wheels
of battle had driven over
and busted in,
read:
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of …
well,
we can only
surmise
it was the soldier’s
rank and serial,
his regiment title,
where he
once
belonged,
the rest
was charred
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of ...
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Lush green; thin leaves; tiny veins; almost stem-less; soft;
These concepts creep into when I think of grass, oft;
Seldom do I think of what's with or in the grass,
I sit, lay, sleep, walk over them, and gently pass...!
Have I ever reflected on the grass notion,
As a divinely given natural potion...?
Protein and carbohydrates full in the grass lead,
The animal kingdom, on them, to gladly feed;
Calcium, phosphorus, magnesium, sulfur,
Selenium, iodine, cobalt, and copper;
Treasures, as they lay within the womb of the earth,
Within and around the grass kingdom, have no dearth…!
Storing water, air; cleansing mise-en-scène;
Breeze, within and around the grass kingdom, flows free;
Entwined with lace-like monocots and fibrous roots,
Spike, panicle, thus goes floral rhythm in all shoots;
The grass fruits nourish the taste buds of animals,
Isn't this why, betwixt them, there's a tittle-tattle...?
Armyworms and fiery skipper butterflies hide,
Ants, mosquitoes, fleas, and snails abide side by side;
Even human beings gain power and vigor,
As cooking herbs or medicine, strength does trigger;
What creature hiding within it for its solace,
Is denied of its shade and sustenance flawless…???
21 March 2023
In the Grass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
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amin
amine (i'm losing it people...lol; it's pronounced amin)
lin
line(can one imagine, english lit teacherz, instructing their students to draw a 'lin', down the center uv their note pads) that's right, i spelled it lin, instead
uv line <-long "i"
spin
spine(or, can i take the car for a spine)
win
wine(i'm thirsty, may i have the flask uv win) <- ;)
pin
pine (i'm the cultivator uv pin nuts)
feminin<--- that's nin
feminine<-that's nine, long "i"
i speak english precious readerz, i'm still unto this day, confused with the english vocabulary, and i can't be coxed into believing, that the third syllable
in feminine, iz not pronounced "nine"<-long "i"
fem-i-nine. short i's are pronounced "i" az in, it
long i's are pronounced "i" az in, 'I' belong to her (did ;)
Iodine, turpentine...thank Yahweh i do, in
Yeshua's name, for; "poetic license", whut would i do dear poets!
Therefore, for those who indulge mine writes, know that...
"james' "feminine" iz pronounced, "fem-i-nine" az in #'9'
i should have shared this, long ago....much luv, me ;)
"This Spring"
spoke i
to
mine feminine
whom
mine feminine
"would marriage
cause yourn sing"
"cross the t's
and dot the i's"
'fore i close for the night
mine eyne"
"yes"
said shez
"yes
yes"
"it's yes"
"it's yes"
And off went
theirn green
mine Winter dreamz
dream after dream
after dream
;)
Almighty Eternal God
I had a lump on my neck for a couple of years
Seen a doctor and told me it can be a cancer if I don’t remove it
I’m pregnant and the problem is I cannot have surgery while pregnant
The father of my baby left me because of my decision to have an abortion
The neck surgery was immediately scheduled
I was diagnosed with medullary thyroid cancer
that had already spread to surrounding lymph nodes
I had more surgery and radioactive iodine treatments that year
Until there was finally no trace of the disease
Without the choice to have an abortion
I may not have survived
You told the curly Blonde baby angel
“Tell the priest that the babies are safe in Heaven
You want to give us women chance ]on the left ear] choice [on the right ear] to save ourselves
Abortion is incredibly a hard decision
The decision I have not regretted a day in my life
I greatly thank You for Your forgiveness
For having wide wisdom in my state of life
Please continue giving me a strongest faith
Fortitude to have strength and be courageous
Perseverance in taking care the rest of my life in Fr. Christ name. Amen.
06102020
The rain outside plays games with the webs that cloud my mind,
I think I hear a tune. A drum solo that heralds memories buried deep
and sealed in concrete. Even the locked safe with five feet deep of steel
can not resist the lightning strike of the Goddess of Thunderstorms...I
...i think of you.
A pain from yesteryears thought dead rises from the ashes...
I think...No!
No! I will fight this.
Forget when I flew too close to the sun
my feathered wings singed.
I fight...I do...I try...I do...but I...
i think of you...
You,
your fresh baked sugar cookie scent,
your China Doll moonlight white complexion.
I think of you...and I...I weep
I on the mountain, exposed
as vultures tear at my flesh.
Devour my organs like so much fodder
and everyday whole again...
the creatures hover to start anew.
In my sorrow,
in my physical pain
I attempt to resist...but I...
i think of you.
Iodine flows through my veins.
My screams echo.
My blood drenched tears
flow like a mountain stream
and i pray
and i whisper the word "mercy"
and still...
still...I
i think of you.
March 16 2015
Armand
This is what some will say
You’ve crossed the line. Time out.
You’re rejected from the game
You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers.
Once cherished, baptized, and sublime
Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty.
Now crowned in your sins.
Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine.
You’re sweaty. You're filthy.
You crossed the line. Go hit the showers.
Submerged from the weight of the world.
Drunk on the blood of the wine.
End of the game. It's not even halftime.
The filthy crime. The shamed headline.
Once cherished, There's no room available.
The game is over. You’re out. You've crossed the line.
Not worth a dime. Stole from the altar's wine.
Combine, the fowl and swine wine and dine.
Frankenstein shrine. You're out. Go resign.
You’ve crossed the line. You’ve crossed the line.
This is what some will say.
Form:
Almighty Eternal God
I had a lump on my neck for a couple of years
Seen a doctor and told me it can be a cancer if I don’t remove it
I’m pregnant and the problem is I cannot have surgery while pregnant
The father of my baby left me because of my decision to have an abortion
The neck surgery was immediately scheduled
I was diagnosed with medullary thyroid cancer
that had already spread to surrounding lymph nodes
I had more surgery and radioactive iodine treatments that year
Until there was finally no trace of the disease
Without the choice to have an abortion
I may not have survived
You told the curly Blonde baby angel
“Tell the priest that the babies are safe in Heaven
You want to give us women chance ]on the left ear] choice [on the right ear] to save ourselves
Abortion is incredibly a hard decision
The decision I have not regretted a day in my life
I greatly thank You for Your forgiveness
For having wide wisdom in my state of life
Please continue giving me a strongest faith
Fortitude to have strength and be courageous
Perseverance in taking care the rest of my life in Fr. Christ name. Amen.
06102020
A is for Avocado, the creamy, green nutritious fat.
B is for Berries, the fruit that keeps your tummy flat.
C is for Chia, most nutrient-dense of all the seeds.
D is for Dandelion - it's more than just a pesky weed!
E is for Eggs, the perfect snack to keep you lean.
F is for Flax - to sprinkle lightly on your greens.
G is for Ginger, the spice that fights off germs and soothes.
H is for Honey, nature's cure for the sweetest tooth.
I is for Iodine - from salt, it keeps your thyroid sound.
J is for Jalapeno, the red-hot kick to melt those pounds.
K is for Kale - to be lightly steamed without the stem.
L is for Lettuce, its popular and crunchy friend.
M is for Milk, for sparkling teeth and sturdy bones.
N is for Nuts - a handful and your tum won't groan.
O is for Oats, fiber-filled and gluten-free.
P is for Pistachios, sly cholesterol's enemy.
Q is for Quinoa, the complete protein that fills you up.
R is for Raisins - a ton of iron in a quarter cup.
S is for Salmon, the oily fish with omega-3.
T is for Tomatoes, nature's very own sunscreen!
U is for Udon, the pasta you can eat guilt-free
V is for Vinegar - it makes dressings low in calories.
W is for Water, which hydrates to de-bloat your gut.
X is for Xylocarp, a fancy term for coconut.
Y is for Yogurt, the probiotic masterpiece.
Z is for Zucchini, which lowers risk of heart disease.
Your body is a temple, I'm sure you've all been told,
So fill it up with healthy foods, and you'll grow young - not old!
(P.S. In case anyone doesn't know, "Quinoa" is pronounced "keen-wah")
For Cyndi's "Z is for Zaria" contest