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I was the one among us
Who had my fate sealed in Columbus
When my girlfriend announced she was with child
Not yet legal as a drinker
I was buying diapers for a stinker
While my friends were still sowing their oats wild
I pulled myself up by the ears
Graduated in three years
And started working in an office nine to five
With my peers still drunk and stupid
I was paying the price to Cupid
Doing what it took to just survive
Instead of hiking ‘round Europe
I was measuring formula syrup
Knowing there were things I could do never more
I kept pushing the baby stroller
Each year growing five years older
Having forgotten the dreams I had before
When I felt sorry for my life’s lot
I looked in the eyes of my little tot
And saw such trust and love upon her face
It was right then and there
That I finally became aware
My journey had led me to the right place
I no longer missed the life I had
Just being a Daddy made me glad
The sacrifices I had to make I easily did
And as the years passed us by
I thanked the gods up in the sky
For blessing me as a young man with a kid
A boy sits on house steps (cement arid)
removing the crust from his egg salad sandwich
sparrows snatch the broken morsels he throws at them
laced bonds like a companionship weave
a shield from solitude
He savours the egg salad his mother has left for him
comfort food like the joyous presto an
orchestra plays
His mother, swept aside by work from noon till six,
allows his independence in a latch key
that dangles from his neck
deserving of protection
a latch key that opens the fall out of misplaced pairing
for a child knowing everything doesn't always work out
A boy's resolve
that a crusty dollup of sadness isn't a full meal
that life spooled out by a plundered sense of normal
doesn't prevent a new dimension of self
that sometimes in the erasure of a full family
there's a moon walk to find one's footing
His calm blue gaze
picking up clues
establishing connections
a focus from his core
as a family of sparrows pecks at the crumbs
Poem composed: June 25, 2022
Received an NA July 24th/22
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!
Daises, jasmines and violets are gently lulled
in their wild and lush meadows as it rushes by;
ravens disperse in pervasive fear so unequaled;
what was too calm turns into chaos: a pitiful cry!
Is it nostalgia he clings to, or something else?
That landscape is as vivid as his happy yesterday;
he hears the shrieking horn, its sound is not terse:
crossing the tracks can be fatal in mischievous play!
The adventurous boy climbs the breezily and balmy hills,
and excited by the spectacular view, he begins to hum;
all sonorous canaries start warbling to accompany him:
they echo in the valley below to awaken church bells!
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
he describes this scenery in an evocative poem;
no tears go to waste, they're precious to him:
it's nighttime, even darkness will grant his boon!
She’s certain to be reminded when she returns for a visit
what an awful child she was to raise
the kid who brought home report cards of all A’s
winning nearly every award each year
on the last day of school in May
keeping her symptoms a secret when she was sick
so as not to ruin her record of perfect attendance
who didn’t drink or do drugs
never needing to be bailed out of jail
spending most of her time alone in her room
reading books and not bothering anybody
sacrificing her seat in the school band for a job
at the age of fifteen so she could afford her own car
before that rarely asking for a ride anywhere
as she possessed two perfectly good feet
to take her where she needed or wanted to go
regardless of rain or snow
though she was ten minutes late once arriving home
from a friend’s house in fifth grade
She didn’t tell them as she sat there in silent tears
at the kitchen table as she was scolded
that she had been offered a cigarette and said no
She didn’t want her only friend to be
considered a bad kid like me
"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today, my pen will go to a Snow Fantasy write as I sit and watch." By Poet
Look at all the white fluffy snow,
I see Birdie the old black crow.
Mommy can I go out and play,
get coat and hat it is a cold day.
Wearing my coat and hat of gray,
with my toys I am on my way.
Let's build a real big snowman,
he will be tall and fat that is the plan.
The cold day will give him a long lifespan,
carrot nose, coal eyes, a hat from Ann.
Covered in white snow head to toe,
to warm up inside we will go.
Hot chocolate and cookies will flow,
It is nap time from the fun cold show,
dreaming of the fluffy white snow.
Frosty will be his new fun name,
The Mrs.'s will be his Christmas game.
Beautiful Snowflake is her claim,
they will come to life is our aim.
A Pretty Christmas Eve Wedding,
all will be singing and reading.
Mommy what a dream, I am sweating,
will it come true like in a book we are reading?
Quote By Poet "A zoo trip can put a zip in your walk and zeal for being outside with the animals."
Off to the zoo we all went with no clue,
Sally ~ Zack filled with pep.
The big striped zebra did not moo
zeal in his step.
Walking the long winding zig-zag walkway,
we wanted a cold drink.
What a very hot summer's day,
we all wore pink.
The fun day and animals had ended,
now off to home with zip.
Dinner will be hot and splendid,
zucchini ~ dip.
Date Written: 12/24/2022
1 Place
HowManySyllables and RhymeZone
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Scrawny Kid
Part one
Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That smell that made us heave.
Talked with a nervous stutter,
and didn’t have a special friend.
Kept forgetting his homework,
Lame excuses he couldn’t defend.
Remember when it came to Sports,
My God he got some stick,
Absolutely useless at everything,
Always the last to get picked.
His Jumper had massive holes in it,
Knees bloodied, scabbed and cut,
Couldn’t answer any questions,
Empty head, brain closed tight shut.
We knew he was going nowhere,
Just another life, under achiever.
Then my jaw dropped to the floor,
I’m no longer a disbeliever.
Part Two
Yes, that’s it, now I recall his name,
Scrawny Luke Took, from Class 4D.
Well, not so Scrawny anymore,
Torso carved like, a great Oak tree.
Not the sort you’d push around,
Runs a Gym down Knightsbridge way.
Tailor made suits, slick black hair,
and a motivational speaker, they say.
Married to a Hollywood Actress,
Drives a flashy Ferrari Car.
Has his own range of fragrance,
One thing is true, he’s definately gone far.
His handkerchiefs are made of silk,
Sleeves of finest Green Kashmir,
No longer that nervous stutter,
Oozing confidence for all to hear.
Never did his homework, way back then,
But clearly didn’t do him no harm.
The perfect city gentleman,
With a wealth of talent and charm.
So, he didn’t have an empty head,
And knew where is destiny lay,
Don’t be fooled by the Scrawny kid,
He’ll be better than us all one day.
I heard your little feet
Running up and down the stairs
It’s late and I’m tired
But you know no care
Just kids doing kid things
Being silly at bedtime
So, I get up and holler
And you start to wine
“Go back to bed
And get some sleep!”
“Mommy I had a bad dream,
will you sleep with me?”
Though, I know
Your eyes were never closed
You’re just a little boy standing there
In your bedtime clothes
Wanting the comfort
And protections from mom
Knowing I’m always here
As someone you can count on
So, climb in my bed
And we’ll close our eyes
I know one day I’ll miss this
When you’re too big to try
Brick Wall
Have you ever talked to a brick wall?
Someone’s always headed for the fall.
They never listen to advice.
They argue with the old all the time.
They're always in denial standing in quicksand.
Never open minded but sad.
Always going in circles.
Arrogant and not humble.
The young vs the old.
There is so much they don’t even know.
I’m exhausted today and tomorrow.
Just get your head out of your ass because I said so.
Life is too short to face a hard road.
You can’t go back after the deed is done.
Sink into disbelief.
Kids can call the cops on their own parents you see.
They never pay attention.
Countless times they don’t even listen.
All the words I've said were a waste of time.
Honesty is brutal, so don’t cry.
Focus on what is right.
Don’t be misled by a stranger in the night.
Stand up and trust no one.
Being a grown up is not all that fun.
You don’t have to apologize.
One day you’ll come back and say the old man was right.
There came into town a gun deadly and frightening,
a gun quicker than lightening,
fastest gun you've seen.
It was the gun in the hand of Steel-Eyed Kid Shelleen.
Just one look at him would confirm every rumor.
Kid was wild as a cougar,
proud and fierce and mean.
There was no man who was tougher than Steel-Eyed Kid Shelleen.
He had the eyes of a killer
and looks like the devil.
The look of a killer.
The look of the devil.
The face of a killer.
That man was the devil,
just wild and ornery and mean.
Kid Shelleen, the fastest gun you've ever seen.
Kid Shelleen died in Poughkeepsie
from an overdose of whiskey.