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Now for the long flight home feeling lost in present roam
Reliving our past days, weeks, my minds in wanting comb
Her smile, her charm, her look of warm, inviting adorn
We walked, we talked, but we never baulked our future born
Now eight thousand miles from each other, but, just yesterday
We joked, we laughed, we kissed, we cried, our us, in display
No sooner back, our paths grew strong, another flight booked
Her parents I meet, our paster we seek, yea, we're hooked
Forested walks, and more we talked, her family we're graced
Near future plans, to be adorned, two families soon embraced
Rizal statue, countryside, amidst its lush, two hearts beside
Balai Gloria's wish, two blessings futures bliss, we're now allied
Once again, against our grain, Manila bound, our hearts ground
Knowing that soon we'll be as one, soon to share sacred sounds
I'm standing on the external, Ninoy - Manila, waving blind goodbye
She never turned, turnaround, me too, we're too emotional in cry
X
Their baby girl turned out exceptional
Their baby girl is very exceptional
Her script perfect
She always had a book in her hand
Reading every spare minute
With a sponge like focus
At craft fairs, for example
She would hide under the table and read
At funeral services and church
She always brought a book
She would always read, read
For her birthday she wanted every episode
Of Criminal Minds, she never wanted toys
A book, or something stimulating her mind
To her was gold
She would also multitask her art
Oils and knitting, all self taught and really good
With her schoolwork
And sports
Swimming, karate and water polo
She was the very best at what she did
All through her schooling
Every single day
Every single day
She never received a grade less than an A
She was class valedictorian
She was phenomenal,
A swan that was always a swan
And recently she completed her first semester
At nursing school with a continued perfect record
Of all A's, all advanced courses
To me this is amazing
If I'm beaming the answer is yes
I spoke with, or should I say joked with the ex
Whose genes did she inherent? Whose?
Because It's neither of us
We laughed, one of the few times we did
I once wrote to my baby girl
Nineteen now, yet she's still my baby
I wrote to her a beautiful poem
About a blossoming rose
Growing to new heights, so elegant and beautiful
Nurtured, loved and cultivated
And she wrote back ... wherever they put me
In life, emphasizing they, I'll blossom that's my promise
I read her response over and over
In my mind, shedding tears
At her conviction, strong
I got to thinking ...
Her being uprooted earlier on in life
Watching her parents divorce, being hurt as a child
Having fears
Spurted her growth, ambition and drive
In my eyes it did
Affecting her in a way that she carried
A chip on her shoulder wanting to be the best
Proving her parents made a mistake in abandoning her
Just this past holidays, I can see a huge transformation in her
It's really noticeable, unrecognizable
She's matured faster than I wanted
Maybe she's dating, dipping her wet feet
But I see something different
I don't know what it is
She's not my baby anymore
connie pachecho
1/10/17
Alistar Brandt led his men up the trail,
the sun high, the sky clear of rain or hail,
across long slopes, beneath mountains rocky,
vultures soaring between the ragged peaks,
behind him rode five members of his gang,
rough-hewn men who the law would love to hang,
but today they looked for a man of old,
who was farming these lands, they had been told.
They came across a cabin on a knoll,
a barn nearby, the spot they had been told,
corral nearby held half a dozen pigs,
nearby grew potatoes you’d have to dig,
between, a well, where a big man did work,
drawing buttons of water from the earth,
his clothes weathered, but his frame just as large
upon which Alistair knew there were scars.
It was their man, named Dan Smith to the world,
was strong enough to lift a steer and hurl,
he’d rode with them until three years ago
when he’d got caught, sentenced to prison’s woes.
He once had called himself Dan the Deadly,
but all had joked, called him Dan the Dummy,
not much for brains, which any man could see,
Alistair doubted he could even read.
His sluggish thoughts had led him into jail,
missed a signal to flee back to the trail,
just stood a fought a posse on his own,
lost to numbers (Though he’d broken some bones!)
But that was why they wanted him today,
to swing big firsts if things should go astray,
and Alistar saw as the big man turned
that on his face the same dumb look was burned.
For a moment Dan just looked on blankly,
then said, “Al, did you come here seeking me?”
Alistair said, “Didn’t come for the view,
and we got a job that might interest you.”
Dan waved his big hand. “Don’t do that no more.
Got a farm and woman I can’t ignore.”
Alistair frowned. “Just hear me out them choose,
this could mean eight thousand dollars for you.
See Red Joe Hayes got himself shot last month,
the one who knocked off that army wagon.
I know ’cause his pard Bill rides with us now,
says Red hid that payroll up near the clouds.
Up in the high country, just north of here,
but others are looking too, it appears.
Near sixty thousand, and you’d get your share,
if you help us fight any fools up there.”
CONTINUES IN PART II.
And then I opened that door
Oh how sweet was the sight that came to my eyes
My feet, my lungs, my whole body felt so sore
My house, my room, my couch, why it all seemed to be paradise!
Yes, see you, I have done a big blunder
I came out of it, thankfully
All I ever wanted to do was to be a cool journeyer
One who enjoyed long walks in the country
That day, I woke up at five, left home at six
Walked to the hills with the help of sticks
Watched the sunrise
Being, by such beauty, all mesmerized!
I sat up on the hill
I sat up and let my heart be still
I closed my eyes, and smiled
Why, thought I, life's miseries are sometimes worthwhile!
I chose to sit for a while
The scene unveiled itself to me in great style
How beautiful seemed to be grass wet with dew
Why, now, though still young, I did feel like I have lived through!
I lost track of time, I sat there for I don't know how long
At last, I did choose to get back home
That was when the rain started pelting; I knew I had to keep strong
I knew I had to, if I wanted to get back home, where it's safe and warm!
I climbed down the hill in haste, hoping lightning would not strike my body
I slipped, fell in the mud, got back up on my feet and tried to be steady
I walked on, I was drenched, I could not see my way
I really thought, my soul, on the hill on that day, would stay!
I walked on, with the sound of thunder roaring over my head
I prayed to be kept alive, in such a way, I did not want to be dead
I knew not when I reached some road
Some road with an unknown destination as its lead!
I looked left and right
Knowing not which way would lead me home safe
I was all moved with fright
For the worst did I brace
That was when a weird looking truck came towards me
The driver saw me and stopped, feeling for me, some pity
I'm lost, I said, can you help me reach home
Sure, he said, sure, get in I'll get you home!
All the way, he talked, he laughed, he joked
Still I was in fright
When I saw my neighborhood at last, from my daze I woke
Thanked the man heartily and rushed to my home with, in my heart, a jolt!
And when I opened that door
Oh you know not how it left me, all that was sore
I survived the worst of what I chose to do
Now, I did learn that it is not good at all, to overdo!
18 June 2015
I found myself sitting in a circle of chairs,
With people about me, some saying their prayers.
For family and friends who’d completed life’s stay,
To continue the journey, on their spiritual way.
The people around me weren’t gloomy or grim.
As they talked of their loved ones, they all seemed to grin.
They joked of the times they had shared here on earth,
And spoke of the things they’d achieved since their birth.
I settled my mind and relaxed, don’t you see,
I was here to help others, and not just for me.
While drifting, not thinking, and floating around,
I felt that my being was raised from the ground.
Then slowly and calmly the thoughts flooded in,
And words started filling my head, just for him.
I knew that these memories were his, not for me,
Of a beautiful woman in that misty sea.
I asked him if he could remember the time,
When we met at a bus stop, both waiting in line.
Then, as fate would have it, we caught the same bus,
And from that day onward, we both became ‘us’.
His face started beaming, the love shone out clear,
I think that he knew then, ‘that death had no fear’.
He choked as he answered and tears flowed quite free,
And said, “Yes I do love”, not speaking to me.
This story is one from so many I hold,
I could tell you lots more about other good souls.
Just remember when heartache will not set you free,
That friends are reborn, it’s just that we don’t see.
The spirit within us must travel its way,
It comes to the ‘earth plain’, to grow, love and play.
And when time is destined, must then make its way.
To the place where we’ll all meet one wonderful day.
Ivor G Davies
I grew up a child of the ’60’s
together my life and the hippie movement dawned…
now when I look back at that time I wonder…where have all the hippies gone?
Those long haired tie-dyed idealists who walked around with our feet bare
who grew our own organic vegetables…who wore flowers in our hair.
Who sang and danced and laughed…who kidded and teased and joked
whose spirituality was enhanced by all that grass we smoked.
Who ate our share of granola…who drove an old VW van
who believed in peace and love and Woodstock…
and who would never listened to The Man.
Who were excited by the universe…who were filled with loving thoughts…
who lived for today and for each other and…did I mention all that pot?
Where have all the hippies gone?…all those innocent…free-spirited pups?
I imagine what happened…happens to every generation…we hippies all grew up.
Our long hair is now white or gone…our jokes are shared in tweets
our spirits aren’t as free as they once were…and we now wear shoes upon our feet.
We still like organic vegetables…but we’ll also eat at delis
and the only pot we carry now…we carry around our bellies.
Most of us drive comfortable cars instead of those old flowered vans
Oh, we still eat our share of granola…but now we throw on a little bran.
And we certainly don’t dance as much…we never know when we might slip
for there is nothing more humiliating…than a hippie with a broken hip.
Never fear however! It may be a little harder to pick out
what was once our claims to fame
but despite the ravages of age…we are hippies just the same.
Sure life has a way of interfering and our priorities rearrange…
but I believe the spirit we brought to our generation
and our ideals have never changed.
So here’s a toast to all the hippies out there…we may be heading over the hill
but we still believe in peace and love and I’m guessing…
we always will!
Sometimes I feel broken down into fragments,
future that cannot mend.
I feel myself slipping into a dark void,
into an abyss yesterday created.
I am all grown up now, and mysteries
unravel in the face of reality.
What seemed doomed has gained life,
and buried mistakes have taken a toll on me—
a hard revenge against what we created.
What our hands created—a thing we called ours,
because we partook in making it—
a co-creation that became
a gazette desert of nightmares and hallucinations,
things of a demonic fantasy world.
I now dream of spring fields,
summer chaos,
the ninth of July,
and all we meant when we said we loved each other—
which was all a lie.
I still imagine how you’d knot my tie,
or prepare an apple pie for breakfast.
How we joked we’d die if we weren’t together,
how you’d cry on your bed at night
because I couldn’t be there to cuddle you till morning.
And yet, you hoped everything would be alright.
I was too frail, lost in daydreams,
too blinded by your love.
Your beautiful eyes made me a puppet
when you stared into my soul.
I felt magic all over me.
I felt love.
I got lost in your world of fantasy—
where you held me frozen with your angelic touch,
the melody on your sweet lips.
How could I not see?
How could I fail to see the world through an angle of sanity?
How could I not realize that all was vanity?
The world we created was never meant to be.
How could I not hear
the reverse of the songs we danced to,
the betrayal behind the kiss in the rain?
How could I not realize
we were just living in a fantasy world we created
Moving my heart, in a folly of fear
To a northern establishment of cold hearted tears.
Beckon me dearest, so I may conclude
this ravaging tempest, my brief interlude.
Pardon me, madam for I am the Sad
a lonely, poor fool, with nothing but show.
Oh dry wells of fortune giving the rain
that eats away the rest of my brain.
Reaching and stretching to touch a star
and bleeding in fury when I know it's too far.
Over the earth like a wallowing mind
eaten by women, society and time.
I melt in the picture when held to the light
and vaporize to dust, as she takes my life.
Don't cry for this man, but let it be known
I sign all my letters, "With tears, all alone."
I'm tired of crying to nobody's home.
I tired of sighing alone.
I'd die to be left out breathless and bored
I'd die to be dead just this once.
By and by I can't complain, by and by it's over.
So now I sing this song just for you: Andrea.
Together we laughed and we sang and we joked
together a dream did we chase.
You told me forever in love would we run,
you promised a soul to me.
Through the streets,
Through the dreams and in my eyes
why are we running?
Don't bring me peace, or love, bring me lies.
Andrea.
So sit back and tell me the voice that you doubt, sit back and shout them.
I won't be here in the morning, you know. Say goodbye forever.
My Bad Day
By Robert Austin Allison
My Bad Day
by Robert Austin Allison
Why'd you act like a fool - a total disgrace,
When you joked to me about my wife's face ?
You were laughing like it was funny,
But that's my wife - my honey !
It made me want to knock you down,
All the way to the ground .
But first you'd get a left - then a right,
Then I'd say goodnight.
As you fall to the floor
Screaming "No More - No More" !
Then I'd sit on your face,
Take a dump - Give you a taste,
Of my extremely Toxic Waste !
You made my day so much worse,
I wished you were in a hearse !
My day wasn't really going all that bad,
Just maybe feeling a little sad -
Remembering the birthday of my dad.
I can't call or visit to show him some love,
Because he lives in Heaven above.
Next time you want to run your mouth,
Make sure the "Poop" runs further south !
There isn't much more I want to say,
Except F. U. and Have A Nice Day !
Sorry about the F.U. part. I don't cuss but this is
my way of getting the point across that I was
really pee'd off. I'm not a fighter either but if I
was, this is how I'd see it being played out.
This co-worker was talking smack
about my wife and thought it was funny. Then at
lunch time he was repeating the story to someone
else and laughing about it again ! The day this
occurred was the anniversary of my Dad's passing
away. I had started trying to write a poem about my
dad but couldn't finish because of the drama. Hope
you enjoyed this poem. My other poems haven't
reached this level but it wasn't a day to mess with me.
I never heard your song again
Your laugh could kill the cold
I never knew loss like that my friend
Your youth was no way old
I never could come back here again
My stories I’ve never told
I never slept still and alright again
always feeling too bloody cold
I never said thanks to you my friend
the years of battles had taken hold
You gave your life to protect me your
friend and I can feel you truth be told
I crouch here and touch your grave
my friend. Your headstone is so cold.
I cry tears for the years of you my
friend when we joked we’d never
grow old.
I came here to see you my friend,
to honour your beautiful soul.
I never heard your song again
Your laugh could kill the cold.