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At early twelve, motherly words echoed
Of the self, becoming a lady one January eve.
No, it can’t happen, as a pale navel ached when
Another unintended milestone had begun—
Those rubber sneakers fondly overused died
On a pink carpet, that I could not understand
How unusually larger my almond eyes
Woke a year after: Tucking my dear book-
‘Neverending Story- ’ round hips would prance
Through autumn rain finding me at the junction
Of in-betweens ( kid and teenager), confused …
I missed all overgrown sneakers, even PlayDoh
quivering in anticipation that... I might not belong.
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Submitted to Brian Strand's Contest 530
The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the
criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
i have taken this hunting
escapade to the rarest of forests
even to fourth road junction
near the red-carpet streams
where sages of the clan told
the hunch-backed crocodile dwells -
i have come across the famous
thorny paths across ntembe river
near the ancient torn huts
where the old weird nnakoroche
dwelt before the world went
to the first of the two wars -
is it only squirrels that find
access to the hunter's bag?
is it only monkeys that jumped
across the trees that brim
the forests of these natives?
i have also stumbled near
the hidden treasury of the moon
with night angels eavesdropping
and tracing my footsteps -
& heavy droplets of tears
like some drumming rain-droplets
followed the wanderer's
steps across the crisscrossing
of lands, rivers, seas & mounts
but the fire-wood refused
to be gathered & taken home
Form:
Brighter than the stars at night
Nature is colour, the vastness of space,
The roll of the thunder, the streams gentle waves.
Goodbye fellow being, be gone to the lost.
Cut down by life, we are still counting the cost,
And we may never know what we could have had together,
But as I stare into the Heaven’s, all I can think about is the weather
And the seas that rise and the ice bergs that fall.
Goodbye fellow being; goodbye to you all.
Man has been here and left his footprint forever.
Forever changed is this land, crushed beneath tire like a feather,
That no longer flies on the wings of a dove.
Goodbye fellow being.
Goodbye to the love.
Goodbye to this place that we like to call ours.
Goodbye to the planet and hello to the stars.
I am waving a little early, but there is no past.
It is all gone. This little light is lost, to being out last.
Along pavements and roads to nowhere, I have walked with them all;
That is why I can only stare at the floor
And hope to see through, but this city gives me no view.
Just architecture, nature, Circle of Life has a puncture.
And we are at a junction…Do we choose right?
I can no longer see the stars through the city lights...
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Every day she kept trying
To find someone to confide in
About her secrets so dark
Being kept away and locked
Deep inside so no one sees
How much she wants them to flee
And give her some peace for once
But there's not a single hunch
This will happen any time
Her life's been a shameful crime
Since that day when he walked in
Making her do a bad sin
That no little girl should know
Affecting her life as she grows
Into a woman who can't function
When it comes to a love junction
Because she is hurt and scarred
When her father went too far
Showing love that isn't right
Months and months into the night
He controlled her every action
For his selfish satisfaction
That could never seemed to end
Over and over again
She would lay there silently
As he raped her violently
This in not where she belonged
With a father who did wrong
To his little girl who cried
As she's being gagged and tied
Left defenseless and so weak
While he got to his hard peak
Exploding on his baby girl
Who should have been his whole world
It was hard for her to trust
Thinking back on all the lust
That made her scared to find love
So she would just push and shove
Every man who tried to give
Her a new reason to live
Until her wall was finally broken
By the sweet and kind words spoken
By someone who could just tell
There's a soul behind that shell
That's been crawled up in a ball
Love was at a halted stall
Till she was finally set free
From her darkened history
So new days can now begin
Never sliding back again
Lifted lightly from familiarity
Sleep's gesture caresses cells
Taken to nearby bewilderment
Where stagnancy busily dwells
Liquid lambent shooting star forms fragment
Vapid vexations vanquished in fantasy's fire
Mist masked span transcends measurement
Vision's fusion surpasses language quagmire
Imprisoned waking cognition
held in category's secure structure
Dispelled impediments crash cascade
preceding sleep's redeeming tenure
Ignited sizzling spiral whimsical continuum
Themes undulate with kiss and chase thrill
Trauma's feather sinks, treasure 's stone floats
Detached components reconcile at will
Dream chariot leaps easily
Obliges unassuming passenger
uncover unique anecdote
Intriguing as a stranger
Driven chivalrously soaring splendidly, lured enticingly
Revelling in brain' s carried captivation sole function
Travelling happens spontaneously without momentum
Contented centre offers converging clock hands junction
Revelations ripple, expanding truth
Roller coaster riding outside reality
Symbol's eventual meaningful messages
rise as a halo, impartial to gravity
Reason's region, sensible staid evades taboo
Indetectibly dilating pineal stillness vibrates
Untouched pastures in sleep domain permit oblivious
From fences of accepted, dream's newborn liberates
Catapulted!
Conscious corners sent as envelope ratified
deliver obvious, wafting surreal's torment
Clumsy clambering of mind identified
hankers for hibernation's brief dormant
Beyond
I can feel God's presence yet
I have never seen his eyes
But everyday I look at the devils faces
In it different race and colours
In it multiple evil genocide
His shadows are scattered all over the globe
Is almost impossible to avoid his sight
Despite the good things I see
Evil prevails more in my generation
At this junction I begin to wonder
At this point I almost got confused
Was this the generation of doom
Mama used to warn me about
Cos the faces of the devil are largely
Overwhelming in this time and era
Whose life are we living
Whose revelations are we fulfilling
Every generation got a mission and message
What is the message of my time
Are we going to be doomed to death
Or are we living just to be forgotten
Cos with the evils of this era
We've gone far wild and
Beyond
I pray for love
I call for peace
I hope we stop dying for nothing
Every generation got a mission and a message
What is the message of our generation
I wish with evil we've not gone far wild and
Beyond
Beyond
I can feel the touch of God yet
I have never seen his hands
The hands ruling the world
Is hard and bleed sorrows
Making our life a living hell
Cos man needs more than the earth could give
Despite we can't survive without
The gift of God in our planet earth
So I get confused on the life we live
Who is fooling who at this point
Is the leader or we the people
How much more time do we have to spend
On earth
Cos we have wasted a lot of time
in ignorance already
Going round and round in problems
Cursed by our own very hands and minds
Why are we dying so quickly
What do we have against the earth
What are we fighting for
What are we giving to the next generation
What is the message of my time
Cos with evil we have gone far wild and
Beyond
I pray for love
I call for peace
I hope we stop dying for nothing
Every generation got a mission and message
What is the message of our generation
I wish with evil we've not gone far wild and
Beyond
We slowly drove he knew no haste
Not a grain of urgency did he have
My watch told me that we were late
Of all the days to pick time to waste.
A friends buriel we were due to attend
And now I was beginning to feel panic
He reminded me, so much like a sloth
Seemed this journey would never end.
At every junction he'd stop and wait
People behind would toot their horns
Whats their problem he would say
I had never before seen folks so irate.
He carried on his slow driving without any care
Then he slowed down, I thought dont you dare
At long last we reached the church of St Clare
And it was no surprise there was nobody there.
Written 17th February 2020.
First line used - We slowly drove he knew no haste -Emily Dickinson.
Do you recall?
Felix the cat,
Or Taxi and Kojak.
Fantasy Island and
Starsky and Hutch.
Monty Python and
The Brady bunch.
Saturday cartoons and
Mission impossible.
Batman and The Streets
of San Francisco.
Cling and Clang on H R
Puff n stuff.
All in the family and
Eight is enough.
The Osmonds and
Sonny and Cher.
Quickdraw Mc Draw and
Yogi Bear.
Josie and the Pussycats
And the jetsons.
Green acres and
Petticoat junction.
Mel's Diner and
Dick van dyke.
Columbo and
McMillan and wife.
Police woman and
Hawaii 5.0.
Soul Train and
the Cosby show.
Underdog and
Scooby doo.
Dragnet and
Kung fu.
Dr Marcus Welby
M.D.
A radio station named
WKRP.
Chips and
Quincy M.E.
Flip Wilson and
The Partridge family.
Sweat hogs on welcome
Back Kotter.
The Hulk, and the
Courtship of Eddie's father.
The facts of life and
Bob Newhart.
Chico and the man and
Get smart.
Nova and the Rockford
Files.
Dallas and love American
Style.
Turbo1904?
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