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We had a good start
I gave you a heart
But daddy takes good hearts
And rips them apart
He sent us into a storm
It was aptly named Mourn
We looked so forlorn
How could we together form
Mommy slipped into a darker place
She never laughed and never ate
There was nothing good to put on her plate
No crumbs even to appreciate
And you had no laughter and play
After daddy took it all away
You kept waiting for a brighter day
With you wide eyes on display
That was the time I had to say
We have nothing left but to pray
Still waiting for that brighter day
One day he'll pay, oh yes he'll pay
Time to bring them home...
I was thinking sleepily.
After stuffing my face with holiday.
Time to bring those red, white, black, and blue teenagers home...
Time to resume video games-get some strange.
Instead of babysitting rocks on icy Afghan mountaintops.
Numbers for names exchanging blows with rock men.
That play charades with dirty hand grenades...
Sometimes death needs to be left alone.
To sip life from the Teat of misty goats.
To grow rows of golden poppies
Turn our mothers into heroines.
Time to bring them home.
Country Joe asked it long time ago.
"What are we fighting for?"..
A jungle without a soul.
Another 58th parallel. Jam session...
Big-headed devil is dead.
Buried at sea, alongside honorable men,
Spawning for eternity with sea hags.
Time to bring the boys and girls home.
They're dying in droves while Congress is on extended vacation.
Bring them home. So they can cut or whorl in the grass.
Before their limbs and minds are bent.
Let them kiss their puppies that are now fully grown.
Remembering girlfriends. Who moved on one tour of duty ago.
Bring them home; let them tell war stories.
How a tangle of teenagers smoked a local and his lamb... then laughed...
How a green friend slept forever under a red, white and blue fleece.
Then flew home under a flag, atop metal wings.
Time to bring the boys and girls home, forever,
The new teachers wanted to hire a male teacher
He will be able to control them, they argued.
He will be forceful, they will listen to him
Some of us who have been around awhile
Tried to tell them that gender does not matter
But who are we? Old dinosaurs, who are invisible.
So, we got outvoted and they hired Mr. Mumbles.
On the first day the second graders stole his lunch
Burned his briefcase and put thumbtacks in his fanny pack.
He thought he had misplaced his phone, but we knew
The seven-year-olds probably had it.
He had to pay $150 to have a new car key.
"Hiring a male teacher fixed everything," I said to another dinosaur.
We laughed all the way out of the school building.
When we sought a new world,
We looked courageously to the skies above,
To create an atmosphere of love
Where man could see and simply live.
When we sought a new world,
We scorned and laughed at the hate they bore,
The many troubles of hidden agonies,
And the daring competitions of life.
The man I know is not one of cruelty or hate,
But a man of genuine integrity and pride,
A man of virtue, with an eagle’s pride.
When Obi was a boy,
He played at hide and seek,
But now, in the new world we sought,
He is a man who lives for others.
Draw the sword to the heart of man,
Gaze at his face with lifted eyes
There, only sorrow you will find,
Hidden for a thousand generations.
The strong, independent fellow,
Who lives for his fellow man,
Who ignores his pain.
He barters his happiness for a flower’s smile.
She neither valued or appreciated his
love for her. She saw it as a means and opportunity.
Keeping a lot of men at her disposal were she was neither loyal to one or the other
: but centered her concern to herself and finding those who thought like her to make excuses to be as vain as she wished.She became uncomfortable not being the center of attention. She made her game clear, in view of all.
When the gentlemen she allowed to date her became interested in another woman. She played it cool until one day at a party her friends throw, she and her male friend sat and in came the drama. His ex and her new woman freind and her new Male friend. Everything was cool until. someone asked if provolone would be alright for the burgers, everyone agreed and everyone wished there pinkish. Well during the conversation about the kiwi,lime and gin drinks, someone said refreshing, everyone laughed and no one knew why. it offended the drinker who asked why the laughter. Oh knowthing, it's just something someone here say's all the time. Who he said, your date. Pausing yeah she say's that when we are intamate. she say's it quite often mind you said one guest. Thats when the fist were ah flying. Dude jumped the table and pounded dude like he was rowan C. Morehead or somebody. we broke them up and sent them ah packing. Later on Ole gal said guess I'll freshin up and everybody fell to the floor laughing!
I began to laugh but caught it in mid air
remembering this was my first Christmas without my mother
I have had eleven months of not laughing
Why start now?
What is the matter? A friend asked. Not having any idea.
For her mother is alive and well, at the next table.
Even people who have lost their mothers do not get it
Because their mother was not my mother.
How long are you going to punish yourself? My muse wondered.
She is getting tired of this determination to be sad.
We did not kill my mother.
Bone cancer did.
Something else happened, and it was amazingly funny.
I began to laugh and could not stop. I laughed like a fire truck engine.
People in the restaurant stared. There were tears flying out of my eyes.
I looked like a clown on speed.
I did not care.
Sometimes the best times are the ones
that help hide your real feelings.
This was one of those slivers of a silver moments.
It’s been many years since I’d climbed the wooden steps to my parent’s attic. The hinges of the trap door creak and a cloud of dust rises as I push the door open. I fumble for the light switch; it takes several minutes for the dust to settle and for my eyes to become accustomed to the gloom from the single bulb.
I survey the small space, which is packed to the hilt with hidden treasures. I sit cross-legged in a cramped corner and delve one of the many boxes.
relics of childhood
packed in old cardboard boxes
I find my old bear
My mother had carefully packed away many of my old toys and keepsakes from my schooldays and high days and holidays. Oh how I laughed when I read some of the comments on my school reports and workbooks, it made for very amusing reading! I get quite emotional when I sort through photograph albums and see the faces of those who are no longer with us.
cherished memories
as I leaf through the pages
I wipe away tears
After several hours reminiscing I’ve selected a couple of items, which were once so dear to me; and then I finally close the door on the past.
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"When God given gift is mistaken as self earned power, people become arrogant and arrogance leads to fall" By Poet.
The crow we see, was once a beautiful bird
Sweet as a lark and white as a swan
The world stood in rapturous glee
As he poured out melodies with such elan
Proud and haughty over his gorgeous form
He reckoned himself to be the crown of creation
To all other birds he was a cynosure of charm
And he feasted on their praises of mad veneration
Presumptuously dwelling on altitudes high
He thought the world was revolving round him
Looking at others with contempt and disdain
He wanted everyone to dance to his whim
At morn when other birds twittered and chirped
And sang devotional lays in praise of God,
The crow refused to sing any song
As he deemed himself to be far above the Lord
God wanted to teach the arrogant bird a lesson
A messenger with warning from Heaven was sent
‘Unless you turn humble and with respect others treat
God’s wrath will fall and you shall lament’
Sneering at this and rebuking the terrestrial envoy,
With haughty arrogance, the crow went his way.
By dusk, he flew down to perch on a tree
Alas, the branch gave way to his utter dismay!
Losing balance, he slid down into a can of tar
Disappointed was he as he emerged all black
But hoped that a dip in water would wash away the dirt
And once more he would be, to his former self back
Soon God’s messenger with ire reappeared in a vision
This time, stark were his words of admonition
‘Henceforth you and your progeny will all be black
Ugly in appearance, scavengers you shall be known!
‘In place of the tuneful melody, you were blessed
Your sound will be sonorous and rough’
Saying this, the apparition vanished out of sight
And the crow knew his life ahead would be tough
He waited impatient for the dawn to break
Before all other birds were up and awake
He decided to try and test his sound
And was startled at what came in the wake
“Caw…. Caw…. Spurted the sound from his beak
Jarring and raucous, harsh and husky!
While other birds laughed over and celebrated his fall
The poor defeated crow was left grouchy and dusky
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[Verse 1]
We were hidin’ out where the lights ran low,
You were talkin’ soft, just takin’ it slow.
But I was somewhere else in my mind,
Caught up in a face I’d left behind.
That sideways grin, those late-night drives,
The kind of heat that don’t survive.
You saw it hit me, didn’t ask why,
But your quiet stare felt like goodbye.
[Verse 2]
Your hand found mine... steady, warm
But my heart was leanin’ toward a different storm.
He’s the one who never looked back,
Quick to charm, but slow to act.
I never meant to get pulled that far,
But some flames don’t care who you are.
You must’ve known I wasn’t quite there,
Not all the way gone, but halfway scared.
[Pre-Chorus]
You didn’t say much... just let it breathe,
But I felt the room start to leave.
[Chorus]
I stayed… or maybe I just stood still,
Frozen between want and will.
He burned fast, you burned true,
And I was caught right where I stood.
A heartbeat away from slippin’ through,
Thinkin’ ‘bout what I might lose.
Not a word, not a sign,
Just me hangin’ on that line.
[Bridge]
Then the door swung wide like a memory spillin’,
Same coat, same grin I knew,
Like a bad idea dressed brand new.
He leaned in close and said, “Remember when?”
Slick as ever, pullin’ me in.
Said, “Let’s get lost, just like before,”
But I wasn’t sure I wanted more.
[Final Chorus]
My breath hitched, my chest got tight,
He was the dark side of a reckless night.
He laughed like he already won,
Told me, “You know where you belong.”
You were still there, quiet and clear,
Holdin’ space for me to disappear.
And I just stood, lost in the spin,
Caught between now and what might’ve been.
[Outro]
I turned my head, took one more look,
At all the pages that man ripped from my book.
Then I found you… still right there,
A confident calm, eyes that care.
I grabbed your hand with a half-smile sigh,
Whispered, “Let’s go someplace quiet tonight.”
And as we passed his frozen grin,
You squeezed my hand… like love always wins.
Yeah, love always wins!
Now that I think of it; what do I live for? No eternal love for a beloved. No ever-lasting friends to count on; what do I fight for then? What do I long everyday to see? I’m just a person, who once had something and now lays here with nothing.
I remember the days, and the years, I so joyfully laughed, so beautifully lived; those were the things that made me, and raised me.
Now and what’s worst than ever? Is the present that haunts me, concurs to strip me, of all the things that made me? Who am I? What have I done? And what will I ever be?
Nothing... As the fatal silence kills me, I just lay here, with an empty heart, stripped from ambitions, from goals, from friends and family, I lay here with a heart that continues to pump blood to smother and deceive me. Convincing me once I had everything, convincing me I had everything I needed to live, to grow stronger, and to survive this brutal process called living.
Again and again, over and over, I have thought, I have prayed, I have begged. But how could I have not have known? How could I not see? All this laughter, these days, these false friends I thought I trusted, these disguised lies, were to asphyxiate me once I uncovered them.
What was I to become, if each day slays me deeper? Each heartbeat smothers me tighter? How could I breathe again? How could I be? How could I be the person I once was? That living, loving, life-praising person?
This is just too much… I close my eyes, would I not be spared?