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MESSAGES ( PT One )
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
THE MESSAGE
The room is black,
except for the faint glare of the TV in the background,
something to make me feel safe in some small way.
Hints of noise to drown out the silence--
such deafening silence, though not from within,
there's always noise within.
It's the kind of noise that keeps one awake
until early dawn.
No-- it's not the sound of the bathroom faucet running,
that would be a more pleasant sound--
(but what to do about that running.)
I slip into unconsciousness,
an unintentional state of suspended animation ,
very welcomed-- despite my objections.
Now the play begins.
The unfolding of the conscious mind.
What hides behind is much more revealing,
the actors are stacked and the story is unfolding.
Help in the telling comes from a unique source,
buried deep in the mind?
Maybe?
I believe it to be much more spiritual in nature,
supernatural in it's feel.
Lucid are the colors, real are the people.
They come from places unknown yet familiar.
Some I know by name,
some I love-- they are missed beyond words.
They come with cryptic messages,
with stories of treachery, lies and deceit ,
mapped out in vivid imagery of objects--
with meanings that I am not sure of.
I would dismiss these things if...
it were not for the repeated fashion
of how they were told.
An object here, a relic there,
I don't understand the meaning of it all, at first.
Are these apparitions conceptualized by own mind?
NO! I know these dear ones,
they love me, still-- even though
they no longer roam with the living.
There are too many signs to digest.
I wait for morning.
Sometimes I awake with a jolt,
(always remembering what I dreamed
in the haze of the pitch black night.)
I piece the puzzle together-- bit by bit,
I must decipher through the cobwebs
of the mind with some clarity; a daunting but amusing task.
I will heed these warnings,
warnings that come to me in dreams-- and beyond.
I Plan to embrace solidarity--
leave behind the flapping of malicious lips;
cling to the gifts bestowed upon me
through the handing off of the torch,
which once shined so brightly
in my loved ones soul.
I will stay awake--
be aware of my surroundings,
yet step over the boundaries
I have set for myself.
Meditate in solace
while letting my essence flow through my pen
onto white journal pages
that waits for me...
on my desk.
By: Deborah Mills-Kelly
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Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
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12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa
His striped tie has a green tint color
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood.
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons.
I can see from all the way up here
That one of his fingers has a golden wedding ring,
And he just sits there in that Studebaker
Looking up at my apartment window,
Like I’m some freaking captive locked in a high tower,
And he’s my guard, my sentinel,
Making sure I do not escape.
“Hey you! Yeah you! I’m talking to you!
Oh? You have a problem with me seeing the blond bombshell?
The one with the face that launched a million ejaculations?
The face that burned the topless towers
Of a million American households?”
Now he has a cigarette going inside that sleek automobile.
It’s dangling from his lips
Like a big white toothpick from Scully’s.
The Los Angeles Mirror,
The front page,
Rests forlornly on the passenger seat.
I can even see the headlines from up here –
Something about an execution,
Julius and Ethel R.
Serenade me, Julius La Rosa!
Sing to me now! ‘Eh, Cumpari!’
It’s 1953 and all’s well in the world.
There shall be a tiki torch in every back yard!
“A cocktail? Here, have mine.
I’m well stocked here in my Kasbah.
Now, sweetheart, what were you going to say?”
“When I dance with you,
I feel like I’m in Paris by the Seine,
Dancing in technicolor with Gene Kelly.
You have wonderful moves and a very masculine touch,
And I can almost hear Gershwin music,
Way off in the distance.”
“By the way, my darling Norma Jeane, who taught you to dance?”
“To be honest, my mother.
It was an emergency situation, I had a hot date, so…”
And now we are sashaying on my torn and tattered carpet,
With Perry Como crooning ‘No Other Love’ on my Hi Fi,
Over there in the dark corner.
The lights of the Big Enchilada
Glisten outside my lone window
Like a million incandescent candles
That burn with lust for us.
“Hold me closer.
I need to feel your warm blood.
I need to breathe in your luscious sweet cologne.
Mmmmmm. Kiss me.”
“I will kiss you.
I will kiss you long and I will kiss you very hard.
But first, my darling, why not some Rachmaninoff,
The second piano concerto,
Instead of Perry Como?”
“No Piggy.
Locked in your arms I’ll stay.
Waiting for you to say,
No other love have I.”
A Story from My Heart
Kelly was a Red Tabby and a contemplative soul!Elena, my daughter used to put him in her doll buggy and walk him around the house. How he loved those rides!
History. I found Kelly near Chinatown in San Francisco, on a busy street in a teeny garden bed. Noisy cable cars, passing by!
I picked him up and went to apartments, nearby. Nobody was the owner! So I hailed a cab and took him home.
Back then, nobody fretted over cat diseases or wondered, if a cat was neutered
I just brought him home to my Calico, Luvey!
My cats had to be calicos or red tabbies only. My present feine is Irene, also a Calico. Our feral outdoors cat is a Calico.
Luvey accepted Kelly instantaneously, like a part of the family.
They were like sister and brother. We took him to the vet, had him fixed. He died from Kidney disease, he had to be put down.I laid on the floor in the vet lobby and had a tantrum, like a kid! I was so attached to that guy. He was in
misery the last few weeks of his loving life.
The Calico, Luvey, outlived him. Sle got to age 25! That one fell out of a three story window..I found her in the morning. She was limping, that’s all. I
told my fiancé, I wanted her checked out. So, took her in,
The vet showed me..ugh...she cracked her palate, which required surgery, and after that, they could not wake her! I said, “I will come down and wake her!!l”
She was lying, almost dead in the bottom of the cage.
I opened the door and said my magic words ” Mommy is here!” She woke up
She lived to be twenty-five years old! Luvey had a heart attack while being examined for a bad cold. I sat in a room, and talked to that dead cat and sang to her for 45 minutes. Those were precious moments.
May she Rest In Peace! Luvey was a tiny cat. And my first. A boyfriend brought her to me. I said, “I don’t want a cat!!.
Hal said, “give her a try for one night!!
That transformed into 25 awesome years...
Addenda~ A Shining Memory
One Christmas, I walled Kelly down the long hall in our
apartment building...His leash was thick, forest green tinsel!
A most loving companion, beloved by all my neignors.
I still miss him, though decades have flown away!
5/10/2022
Ethan, did you fix that fence?
and strip that door?
you're losing your sense.
you've hit the floor.
so, how do you feel?
so far from home.
like a complete unknown.
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......ethan?
George, did you finish that fence?
or paint the door?
you're a bit tense.
you can't take anymore.
so, how do you feel?
all alone at home
like a complete unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......George?
Jim, did you look after your dog?
and get some work done?
it was a real slog
it's okay for some
so, how do you feel?
inside your own home
like a complete unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Jim?
Mum, did you feed your dogs?
and make some income?
it is nice with some grog.
it's worse for another mums.
so, how do you feel?
not always at home alone.
liked and well known.
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Mum?
Kelly, did you relax and rest?
and cook some munja?
i'm your pest.
it's okay, have some gunja.
so, how do you feel?
having to stay home
as it is known
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel.....Kelly?
Johnny, did you use your axe out south-west?
and how's that scar?
i'll help you with the rest
it's okay, you have firewood bizarre.
so, how do you feel?
getting away from home
and to be completely unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......johnny?
Daniel, did you have a ceremoney?
and smell some flowers?
I think you're a bit boney
and you need a shower
so, how do you feel?
so far from any home
known as an unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Daniel?
Emily, did you cook some macaroni
and feed willow for hours?
i think you should try rigatoni.
and not have to scour.
so, how do you feel?
so so stuck at home.
unknown to the known.
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Emily?
Willow, did you moan and groan?
and also laugh and smile?
you need talk to deddo on the telephone.
and take that bus a mile.
so, how do you feel?
also stuck at home
well grown, it is known
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......willow?
yes, yes, how do you all feel?
how do you all feel?
in this complete unknown
making your next deal
like a rolling stone.
how does it feel?
how does it feel?
how does it feel, my family?
Jayden Makieh Kelly
As each day and the third month passed by I was still shocked. But, my love for you was solid, set firmly in place and locked. At four months pregnant I felt your fluttering, and at first, thought it was quite bothering. I also got to hear your tiny heart beat. The sound was so sweet and pleasing to my ears of course, but at the same time it reminded me of a galloping horse! At five months I started to feel a little less sick and even got to feel your undeniably, strong kick! Now the feeling of you moving around and kicking, nestled in my stomach where you resided, comforted me because it allowed me to know that you still safely existed right there inside me. From the beginning, my family and I had been hoping that you would be a girl and allowed that feeling to deeply sink. We went to stores looked at all the girls clothes and imagined how pretty you would be in pink. At twenty-two weeks on October 13, I had the ultrasound that would determine your health and sex. Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn’t hear the news that I had expected. The doctor typed on the screen ‘Boy’ alongside your little wee wee, and I must admit the news kind of upset me. I was upset because I had gotten used to thinking about all of the pink and the girl names, however no matter what my love for you would undeniably be the exact same. Boy or girl it makes no difference, because for life my baby boy I am in this. At almost six months, your name was decided and planned with good meaning behind it. Jayden Makieh Kelly is who you will come into the world as. Your name starts with the letter ’J’ just as your dad’s. Your middle name is Makieh and was derived from a very special person in my life. He recently passed away and his name was Mack William Sandidge, Junior. I could not give birth to you and not include him as part of our future. For almost twenty years he did things that I don’t think could be done by no other. He provided and took care of me as if he was my father. Even though biologically he wasn’t, psychologically, and every other way he was. There wasn’t a limit to all that he gave, all that he shared, all of his love. I still don’t think I could ever thank him enough, so with your middle name I provided a small token of such.
Form:
DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today
- - - - - - - - - -
Axe the old don
A trump peter n piper of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
With the ha air brushed pompous ****
so the Macy jackal hound doth run
After public outcry yelps
for his hide and proletarian discord won!
- - - - - - - - - -
Donald Duck Trump ™$ - a pompous ass
makes war with his big brass
knuckles and bucket of crass
maligns vis a vis character assassination with bro kin glass
inciting banal deathly hallowed expletives
toward lass sees – especially
Fox Television news anchorwoman Megyn Kelly
inducing said personality to bear the brunt of brutish mass
of vitriolic n vile insults from incriminating verbal pass
so…ex post facto viz mine NO VOTE from me
thus this digital screed to disallow him
to accept the oath of office, cuz he will hurrahs
from such a snooty arrogant simian with sass!
- - - - - - - - - -
I van a try to describe while sitting on me rump
How he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
Blasting Democratic nomination as a sham –
From special interest bro and sis turn pump
He, the epitomy of crass bloviation, a malignant lump
Whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham rocking red bull
in a China shop with his millions beds this,
- - - - - - - - - -
That and another woman to bareback jump
Disseminating gene pool –
Obama null lee birthing more Quakers
and additionally doth hump
The mass media as some foolhardy charade
And caricature of a frazzled grump
This arboreal clothed ape
Erecting Taj Mahal phallic symbol where players dump
And gamble away hard earn cash
- - - - - - - - - -
For his hello kitty, as if that cachet to grind and bump
Lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair rum runs rampant with red bulls
In a China shop atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed heady measly shaped
ulterior motive aimed his sights to become Pastor of Muppets
Dis eased cranial hologram
Of a cretaceous, facetious and insidious mump.
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By: Baron von Ivan Mal N. Ya.
How’s That Again?
Actual newspaper headlines taken from
http://www.alphadictionary.com/fun/headlines.html
Poem constructed by Elton Camp
A headline writer had the following to say:
“Child’s Death Ruins Couple’s Holiday”
The image produced we have to pardon:
“Child’s Stool Great for Use in Garden”
Of other associations, have no fears:
“Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures”
I didn’t expect this to happen so soon:
“Dealers will Hear Car Talk at Noon”
In storing his tools the man was so lax:
“Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax”
Want to see this myself:
“Eye Drops Off Shelf”
What a shock to his spouse:
“Farmer Bill Dies in House”
I wonder if old granny though this was fun:
“Grandmother of Eight Makes Hole in One”
A statement this obvious will make the reader smile:
“If Strike Isn’t Settled Quickly it May Last a While”
So to have greater charms:
“Iraqi Head Seeks Arms”
What possibly could answering this gain us?
“Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?”
The justice system can be transcendent:
“Juvenile Court Tries Shooting Defendant”
If you decide to test it, better be stealthy:
“Kicking Baby Considered To Be Healthy”
It’s a more effective than them just being talkers:
“Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers”
Folks like this, starvation can never slaughter:
“Quarter of a Million Chinese Live on Water”
In modesty, please keep her well draped:
“Queen Mary Having Bottom Scraped”
In a careless newspaper this headline was read:
“Reagan Wins on Budget, but More Lies Ahead”
Surely his neck holds up his rosary:
“Robber Holds up Albert’s Hoisery”
Though losing her leg left the woman in a fix:
“Shot Off Woman’s Leg Helps Nicklaus to 66”
This surely would put their work into a deficiency:
“Smokers are Productive, but Death Cuts Efficiency”
It’s hard to see how it could really be any other way:
“Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Experts Say”
This feat I’d also much like to see:
“Stolen Painting Found by Tree”
Surely, ethics such forbids:
“Teacher Strikes Idle Kids”
You mean it didn’t increase?
“War Dims Hope for Peace”
For her, the meal couldn’t be merry:
“William Kelly was Fed Secretary”
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Everyone
enjoys to take
a ride or just
to go for a leisure stride.
Long winding road
Wide and free
or a narrow
straight route
Lure to the eye and for a try
promising pile of trees
on pied each a natural
beauty pride. Lights...
Signals on both sides
Providing travelers a guide
Keeping them always
on safe side... Our
BREATH of LIFE is like a ROAD
Each passing night and day
there's a heavy or light load
Sometimes a mystery
with a puzzle code
Each one efforts
careful to decode
Thanks, THERE IS GOD
that abides... ALWAYS THERE
NEVER ON UNDISCOVERABLE HIDE
Through all blessings
and trials tide. Bumps
and accidents slowing
Even stopping the glide
Problems buffering
life's tide... Ethics,
justice and society snide
they may equal to a lie
Whatever comes
however things maybe
Don't stop; Keep going. Even on a
Dark cocoon... KEEP BELIEVING! KEEP WIN-
NING! a road like never ending until it reaches
a happening may it be a grand or simple celebration of life
what is essential... YOU PASSED EACH WAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST
LIKE - IT - IS - YOUR- LAST NOT SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST.. so I never stopped..
Despite heartaches.. Hardships I went through.. I hold on..I keep moving.. Growing..loving.. For at the end of this road there - face to face at last with my Creator.
(C) olive_eloi
10:29am
REVISED: MAY 05, 2014
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