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Karen Windle roughly on par...
with being a miniature poodle size dogsend
Apartment B44 one bedroom unit
at Highland Manor low income facility
housing older folks convenient starting point,
to launch poem and invite reader(s)
reason(s) without rhyme
why yours truly (me)
chose to express heartfelt gratitude
toward resident Karen Windle,
which named individual most likely unknown
across world wide web
(hmm... maybe methinks perchance
possibly ye did sound her out courtesy radar,
especially if thee dutiful patrol officer
generously handing out -
not necessarily) winning lottery tickets
within vicinity encompassing
University of Delaware.
We (myself and zee missus) inhabit
aforementioned single bedroom abode,
allows, enables and provides
convenient reference point
upon exiting our dime a dozen quarters
(housing near penniless occupants)
verily orient toward left of hallway,
no need to access global positioning satellite
leisurely amble short distance
just count three doors down on the left,
thee will espy name tag printed
small letters Karen Windle
her acquaintanceship we did kindle,
now greater value when measured with corn,
wheat, or other commodities
approximately equal to three bushels,
but varying in different regions.
Explanation whereby appreciation
toward Karen (spry firecracker, energetic,
diminutive, albeit frail looking gal)
materialized when series of unfortunate events
rendered me and mine spouse
without ready immediate access to automobile
near necessity within quaint enclave
identified as Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
affords absolute zero public transit,
hence necessity for chauffeur de jure arose,
whereby availability to shuttle us
found monetary compensation declined,
thus stymied intent regarding how I could
communicate sincere thankfulness
relieved when she would accept
poetic endeavor incorporating
best college try (mine) to alleviate
imposition if/when opportunity exists
to scrape meager money
and expect to sink a fortune
maintaining, insuring, fueling vehicle,
significant portion of social security (disability)
allocated to sustain reliability of car
dollar figure greater than buzzfeeding
caretaking, duties linkedin to
mental, physical, and spiritual health
concerning this aging baby boomer,
plus his counterpart approximately
previous couple dozen years.
Marybeth, my little sister, the baby of the family.
A wild blonde, just like her mom,
She had to have her candy!
From weed to perks, triple two-ees and ludes
Marybeth and Judy were always stewed.
That was in high school, and a few years before
They both settled down like the girl next door.
A husband and children just like Karen and Kate
But mom never met them
She had them too late.
Spent time with her dad, she loved him to death,
He hated her husband, She was his Marybeth!
She shared all her secrets and turned him against
The man that she married - it didn't make sense.
Mare landed a job with the Kromberger clan
They loved her like family; maybe more than...
Her life was too short, her children too young
To lose their dear mother, God, what have You done?
She paid all her dues with the pain she endured
For the past seven years with no hope for a cure.
Being blind was another effect of the coma
And a few years went by before carcinoma
Eating food from a cup was humbling for sure,
But Mare always kept some humor in store
Her wish when she left us, was for us not to cry
Remember the good times, and stop asking why.
Her time was her time and we'll all have our day
For leaving this life, for slipping away
Our guardian angels are right by our sides
They take our hand gently along with our Guides
And cross us to where we no longer need
The pain and the suffering to which we agreed.
There's always a reason, for the things of today
We can't see the big picture, Faith asks us to pray.
One fact is for sure, we all have a Life Purpose
It's always much deeper than what's seen on the surface
Marybeth's purpose included us all
I'm grateful for that, but what the heck was it for?
Someday I'll look back, probably next New Years Eve.
A year will have passed, I'll still not have grieved.
The hard part for me is the 'wanting' to leave.
Tired of living? I just can't conceive.
Watch what you 'give,' you will surely receive
Exactly the same as your intention conceived.
It may have been wrapped in beautiful gold
Expecting more thanks than the newspaper-rolled.
Giving without expectations in mind
Is the secret of leaving this world behind.
Then we get to stay and see what makes us tick
We don't judge, we don't talk, just observe
Don't get sick.
It's not personal. Whew....
Love you Mare, See you there.
...He flipped through the paper he’d bee given,
And saw the name ‘Ms. Karen Mallory,’
his mind reeled again, incredulous,
that was the girl he had saved by the sea!
Soon enough he was dragged into a court
and Ms. Mallory did loudly attest
that without consent he had kissed her,
and pawed like a pervert at her breasts!
His lawyer counter,”Consent can’t be given
when a person is hurt and unconscious,”
that nothing he did be called sexual,
and that a good soul could do nothing less.
Mallory’s activist lawyer shot back,
“Maybe she would have preferred a death
to knowing that she was violated,
forced to breath in a molestor’s breath.”
She prattled about body sanctity,
how even frantic times did no excuse men
from shamelessly groping defenseless girls
who were not able to give their consent.
Dylan rolled his eyes so many times
that he though they’d fall out of his head,
he’d known Feminazis could be extreme
but this pair was functionally brain-dead!
He expected most folks would see the truth
and recognize that he’d done a good deed,
nut one day a friend sent him a link
and told Dylan it was something to read.
He gaped as he read a professor’s rant,
filled with reasoning utterly absurd,
claiming that death did not justify ‘groping,’
never had he seen such nonsense words.
Then the many ‘minds’ on the internet
all chimed in with their digital voice,
half said that he was a would-be rapist
that unconscious girls could not avoid!
Then the media latched onto it,
made it their outrage-scandal of the week,
with people declaring ‘unconscious consent’
as a dark too of ‘The Patriarchy.’
And of course his boss feared the attention
so Dylan was quickly drummed out of his job,
for trying to step up and do the right thing
of a living he’d wrongly been robbed.
Inside the court they pointed to wild nights
to try to smear him with misogyny
regardless of the fact that his night life
had nothing to do with events on the beach!
In the end, at least, the jury chose right
and saw his actions for just what they were,
still the media called it travesty,
an ‘act of oppression’ against her.
As he walked out a reporter pressed close,
said,”Can you tell me what you learned inside?”
“Yes, next time you see a feminazi drown,
you’d be better off just letting her die.”
Dialysis
Dialysis
What is that
Let's do some research
Get a few facts
It's a procedure to remove waste products and excess fluid from the blood when the kidneys stop working properly
They have to take your blood out
Clean it put it back in
You experience the chills
And sometimes it leaves you in shock
They need heating blankets and cozy socks
To stay warm
They experience so much with their bodies
They have to be dialysised three times a week
It's exhausting
Overbearing
It's scary
I thought this was worth sharing
Your blood pressure can be lowered
You experience muscle cramps
is physically and emotionally draining, causes complications such as nerve problems, anaemia, bone disease and infection. In addition, an arduous regime of three days a week on dialysis can lead to symptoms including nausea, vomiting, cramps and depression.
Whew Let's have a session
My mom had to go go to dialysis for 4 years
Three times a week
She went through a lot
On a machine
Trying to give it your all
Sometimes she would have to get off of it because her body would cramp
She would cry
Unless you were a dialysis patient.
You wouldn't understand why
I salute ?? each one
Each one i wish I could give a hug
You guys are tough ??
And deserve a lot of love
A chronic kidney disease
That comes with no ease
Getting stuck with needles
Getting blood drawn
In and out
Out and in
It can affect the Skin
Leaving all kinds of bruises
And dark spots
You my diaylsis friends will never be forgot
Let's put our hearts together and hold hands
Make this disease better if we can
How can you get checked
If you feel something is wrong
Do us a favor get checked on
Yes it can affect your urine
Maybe even stop you from having children.
I don't know
The more information I get for you
The more I'll let you know
Dialysis doesn't necessarily mean it's the end
Just pick up where you left off
You can still win
I wrote this tribute in honor of my mother
Who is no longer physically here
Rest in Paradise Beautifully my dear
And to all if you feel like it gets Overbearing
Let's honor dialysis and all that we have lost and those who are still fighting
In honor of my mom
Lets get
Kozy for Karen
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/12/2025
Alison Alligator eating artichokes on a ant hill,
watching
Beverly Bear floating on a cloud over there,
which developed a leak,
drenching
Charlotte the twin headed elephant
up to their knees,
floating
Danny the dingo swimming past.
While watching,
Eli the iguana,
slithering over a leaf
sharing a log,
with Francis the frog looking over,
as Gwenda the goose flew overhead
into the gum tree,
where,
Helen the hermit had laid down her head,
on
Ivy the twinning snake,
who was always late,
slithered up the tree,
to give
Jay the monkey,
who was feeling funky,
a fright.
she dropped a nut on,
Karen the kite,
who was in flight one starry night.
As Lil the parrot continued to trill,
while
Marsha the mammoth grew quite still,
to much noise was making her ill,
gave her the shakes
and
Nosey Nancy the ant came up out of her mound
to see what was shaking the ground all around.
Olive the ostrich bent all her knees,
standing straight was making her sneeze!
Then
Penelope the porcupine trotted on by
to keep an appointment with
Quirky the quill,
she was the queen of everything,
she was quite mean.
pushing
Ruth the rambling rabbit into,
Silly sue who was a sea lion and lived in Sillyville,
and lived there still.
Alongside
Terrible Tonya the Tonga tiger,
who danced with,
Uncelet Uris who came from the north,
because of to many Tonga dancers rolling tires back abd forth.
Violet the vampire bat flew down to show
Wilson Lucille the very large whale,
how to stay out of jail.
she had a tendency you see,
to hang out with
Xantus, the hummingbird,
who lived on a yacht with a
Yak Zack ,
and stole yogurt by the lot.
Finally to tired to tired to chat anymore,
Alison, Beverly, Charlotte, Danny, Eli, Francis, Gwenda, Helen, Ivy, Jay,
Karen, Lil, Marsha, Nancy, Olive, Penelope, Quirky, Ruth, Sue, Tonya, Uris, Violet, Wilson Lucille, Xantus, and Yak Zak
fell asleep on the floor.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
When My Big Sister Stepped In
Sponsor: Eve Roper
It was a cloudy Thursday, March 2009...
I remember it clearly...
I was shivering in withdrawal,
my blood was boiling as I began to fall.
Addicted to my addiction,
lost in my fantasies of hopelessness...
Walking down the wrong path of conviction
into a black hole of nothingness,
And there you were...
baby sister needing,
her big sister...
You held me,
you fed me,
you carried me upstairs,
and drew me a warm bath.
You compelled me,
dressed me,
sat me down and prepared me.
pushed me on the right path.
Similar experiences you have seen,
your past drifted into my present,
motivated me to get sober and clean,
to grow up and be independent.
Same parents,
related through blood,
I was crippled and paralyzed,
It was you, Karen,
the only one who understood,
my big sister I idolized.
Date Written: December 21, 2015
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE ONE,
without this strong camaraderie we would fail-
For we shall show amity until eternity is done,
and through all adversity we shall prevail.
You shall show me empathy I shall show devotion,
there’s nothing as persistent as our deep emotion.
When Karen died I knew how you struggled so severe,
because I too wanted to stop breathing with you-
But even though your pain was harsh you’ve been here,
for you have given me yellow, taken away my blue.
Now together we are powerful as the Lord above,
and it has all been warranted by the gift of love.
The only thing that sets us apart is that we live afar,
but close together in what matter the most in life-
You told me to look above and wish upon our star,
hope with all my might it would take away my strife.
For there is nothing as beautiful as your benevolence,
as I talk to you on the phone and feel your essence.
You helped raise me and took me under your wing,
I was in my youth, you felt responsible for me-
Now when we’re together I hear the angels sing,
and we shall shower each other in acute intimacy.
The oceans aren’t deep enough, mount isn’t high,
because without you I wouldn’t have learned to fly.
Nothing compares to our penetrating affection,
as heavy as life can get, you carry my load-
We share a bond, a cunning sisterly connection,
and through our children our warm tale shall be told.
It is one of great ability to show true solidarity,
peace inside our gentle souls of concord affinity.
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE LINKED,
an entirety of forgiveness when we need atonement-
For you are here for me before I could have blinked,
making special memories and living in the moment.
Unmatchable we are friendship and love combined,
for separate we are two, though we share one mind.
*Dedicated to my beautiful sister Jennifer. We have lost
a sister, yet without each other wouldn't have been
able to make it through. She is my mate to my soul.*
Together We Are Strong Contest
Silent One
March 11, 2018
TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.”
It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan.
If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars.
Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ cocktail at The Crown bar (the skyline!).
We were going to relax - in Manhattan,
instead, keep those seat belts fastened.
Lisa said, one night, “Want to go out for a bit?”
Since then, I’ll admit, our nights have been lit.
We have ten days, and we’ve decided to try every Michelin-starred restaurant we can (there are 68 in NYC). So far, we’ve been to Eleven Madison Park, Le Bernardin and Per Se. This was Lisa’s idea.
The food is delicious - if you like a corn-flake with something on it or a steak the size of a bouillon cube ($250 per person with cocktails and dessert). As we left ‘Per Se’ I asked, “Can we get something to eat now? I’m starved.” I was only ½ kidding.
It’s MY idea to visit every beautix rooftop bar in Manhattan (there are exactly10). So far, we’ve been to, ‘The Peninsula,’ ‘230-Fith’’ and ‘NoMad’ - we’ve only been at these tasks for three nights.
We’re doing other things too. We’re going to Broadway shows (& Juliet, the Great Gatsby, Oh Mary!, Wicked) and to see Idina Menzel (Wicked, Frozen) in concert and a John Oliver and Seth Meyers comedy show next Monday. We do these, as in - Dinner, show, rooftop bar.
OH, and we’re dancin’ like we’re sentient - no cap.
Our sordid troup, is Lisa and Dave (her boo), Charles & Ms Charles, Lisa’s folks (Karen and Michael) and Lisa’s little sister Leeza and Meeeee. Luckily, we have one of my Grandmère’s conglomerate, executive secretarial minions (François) booking reservations for us. He’s got ‘contacts.’
Yeah, we’re drivin’ full speed towards summer’s end - “fo-shizzle” (to quote Snoop Dogg). We figure we can rest in New Haven.
Wasn’t Snoop fire at the Olympics?
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dance club songs, for this one:
One Kiss by Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa
Lipstick by Kungs
Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
Levitating by Dua Lipa
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slang…
café-en-terrasse = terrace cafe
Black Tie Bawls = (cocktail) Blavod black vodka, lemon, and Bawls energy drink.
beautix = top drawer, rizz
No cap = no lie
fo-shizzle = for sure
fire = great, a standout
[E] = explicit
She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of
Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping
Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations.
She would have said, “Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of
Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem.”
She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust.
Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to
Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, “Now look
Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in
Heaven with the gods.” I could see some Lanturne poems floating
She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility,
Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have
Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers
With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the
People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands
She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling
God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo’s cows, then
Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, “That even if I knew who stole
Apollo’s cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief.”
She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu
She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and
Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel
Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod,
Achilles, and told him, “Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the
Greek king with words of wisdom.” I could see some wise epigram poems
She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and
Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared
For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years
With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed
Many storms with loving charm. “Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O’Leary!”
Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!
I always knew she’d be gone one day soon…
Drunken nights with my heart in complete apprehension waiting for yet, one more tragic phone call. NIGHT ONE. Ring. Ring. Ring. You tried to slit your wrists, and who was there at your beckon call. No one else except…me. NIGHT TWO. Ring. Ring. Ring. The car accident where you flipped your car. Drunk driving became a nightly routine. To jail you went and I was left up all night wondering if you were okay without your medication. NIGHT THREE. The day that you made the promise. “I’ll never do that again. I promise, I don’t want to die anymore! I want to live and see Ella grow up and get married.” Exact words straight from your lips. So, I was left with a promise made with good faith. I knew deep down that it would be broken…
Fear of your weakness prevailing became a permanent fixture in my drowning life. You wished for more freedom after you left the hospital, so we decided you may be ready to spread your wings, but only a little bit at a time. “Goodbye. I love you. I’ll call you when I’m ready to come home.”
NIGHT ONE. No ring. I knew instantly that you were gone. It had finally happened. You had decided to take your life once and for all. No one believed me though. They all thought you ran away to be alone and drown yourself in alcohol with self-pity and guilt. NIGHT TWO. Still no ring. It became much clearer you were not coming home at all. NIGHT THREE. Not one single ring. I would pick up the phone and check to see if I could hear your voice. Nothing but a dial tone. I would check your voicemail just so I wouldn’t forget the way you talked, the way you sounded when saying “hello, this Karen. I am not here, please leave a message.” How true to life. You were not there, and never would be again.
That promise was made December 30, 2010 at exactly 10:17 pm at night. Less than twenty-four hours later, that promise was completed shattered into a million pieces. I guess God needed another angel up above. Now whenever the phone rings past 9:00 pm, I cringe in fear. I pray that everyone I love is safe and free from harm. GOD BLESS YOU KAREN. May you be in the comfort of the Lord’s loving arms.
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For sponsor, Broken Wings
May 22, 2017