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There's something
Special about May and me.
As we approach the end of May,
And as June at our doorsteps lay,
There's a thing or two I'd like to say.
From time to time along the line of life,
May has been a springboard,
A diving board,
A starting point,
A launching pad,
A gateway,
To a life of work and purpose,
Disconnecting me from childhood play.
May contains the dismay I felt on the day
of my dad's demise when I was 13.
May houses my graduations
From elementary, high school, and college.
May documents my final preparations for
My upcoming June wedding day.
May records the day I left home at 17
To start a life of my very own.
May reveals the priceless snapshot
Of mom, grandma, and my 8 younger
Siiblings waving goodbye to me.
As I think and muse about the month of May,
I am permiated by things that were sometime grey.
But I also see a key unlocking a host of precious memories. I tell you, There's really something special between May and me.
December
December, known as
last month of our year,
brings happiness to
celebration, cheer.
Soon January will
begin, appear
with new beginnings
wipe the old year clear.
A time to tally up
the happy, sad
those prior months,
before December had.
Months, torn away
from calendars like mad,
now gone; new year
awaits its launching pad.
December closes
circle of year's time
the ending of beginning,
now pastime.
Completion of December
is the sign
A brand new year
will enter our lifetime.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: December
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Judged: 11/2/2015
H istory and the Bible portray the reality, good or bad, of human existence.
U nderstanding the past provides tools for better guidance of mankind's future.
M isinformation and revisionist goals will not alter the past or better our future;
A nd it is futile to chart tomorrow's course by denying yesterday's failures.
N ations and civilizations rise, fall, or become extinct largely due to pride.
I n spite of advise and warnings from prior generations, they self-destruct.
T omorrow is promising if we take off the blinders and remove the wax.
Y esterday's societies built a launching pad from which we must stage and lift.
11132017 PS Contest, Humanity, John Hamilton
Where has my Spirit Gone
My spirit has disappeared from the room
Can someone assist me to find it soon
The lights gone from life, only dark days loom
I can’t stop feeling this desolate gloom.
It was when heaven came knocking the door
Though it went away I'm left insecure
Wasn't me called for, twas the one I live for
Still here by my side, but my heart's so sore.
Once I was jolly, now I'm always sad
I aim to find the spirit I once had
Because the worry is driving me mad
I must seek to find my souls launching pad.
To lift my spirit from up off the ground
To become someone ace to be around
I do realise how all this must sound
And need to jump on the merry-go- round.
I believe the soul and spirit are one
That's there from the first day that life's begun
We all have a spirit guide, it's someone
Who's there for all under the rising sun.
I pledge to listen to the spirit guide
With both my heart and my mind gaping wide
Perchance to dream I may turn back the tide
To stride o'er the earth with bountiful pride.
When sorrow comes and disturbs earthly peace
One's heart's heavy laden, there's no release
Day after day the torments never cease
By night the nightmares are on the increase.
I wish to embrace gifts blessed at one’s start
With jubilant spirit and songs in heart.
*+*
16th September 2022
The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Cross Country Greyhound Bus
Very young 17 Year Old’s Couple as such
The young woman started throughout having labor pains
The Father too be felt worried and wanted to hurry
It was a small town the young couple got on
We had arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah
While there, the Labor Pains continued
Later, we arrived in Nevada
That split second crossing the state line
The young woman was ready to conceive
The passengers were and surprised, but not relieved
We were at a Rest Stop supposedly for 30 minutes, but turned into 2 Hours
Luckily for us, we were across the street from a Major Hospital
They were summoned, and a medics team, and took the young woman off the bus on a stretcher
The young man got off the bus with her, but was disgusted
Before that time, The Greyhound Motor Coach Engineer was timing her contractions
The Greyhound Bus Driver gave the Medics the information
Through it all, the passengers were calm and no scare nor shouts
The Greyhound Bus Driver than announced, “He must make up the time to get back on schedule”
Dash was acceleration
San Francisco bound
The Go Greyhound had meaning that evening
The bus was scheduled to arrive into San Francisco at 12:20 pm the next day
The Greyhound Bus wheels were rolling
The bus rolled into San Francisco on time at 12:20 pm on the dot
Imagine that.
Traveling down the memory lane paved a long time ago,
I remember when I was completing graduation,
what profession I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor gave my career a direction to follow.
A short statured profoundly erudite humble person,
introduced me to the fascinating facets of geology,
and to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its interesting evolution history.
The complex lattice of crystals he made clear to me,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in the rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on the world of minerals.
His unique way of teaching influenced my young mind,
ingrained in me a deep interest in the marvels of nature,
leading me to continue my studies in earth science,
creating the launching pad for my satisfactory career.
I won’t forget him for I realize with sense of gratitude
how the course of fulfilling life a teacher carves out,
not only by sensible sustenance of the imbibed acumen,
but by molding the mind to be satisfied with the shaped life.
Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
I am awoken from a restful sleep aware of the fresh air
the open window brings as she begins to sing
it is the sound of the loon calling me to her side
I stride towards the beckoning sound and her shore
as the door swings open to a new dawn and a rising sun
the early morning mist departing to reveal her beauty
she is glass like this day, stillness the allure
her stillness belies her truth that she can be rough enough
as I stand beside her admiring the horizon she willingly displays
my ears are attune to her lapping sounds, my heart calm
launching my canoe I begin to paddle amidst her blueness
each stroke like the combing of her hair with twirls and curls
today she allows me to glide with ease yet she can also be a tease
the gentle breeze now professed can transform into a mighty storm
it is within her grace that she allows me this place of serenity
for she could as easily sweep off my serendipity with a rough sea
sounds of gulls take my eyes upwards into the clear blue sky
watching them soar all the while jealous of their ability for flight
a honking sound now has me looking to my right to catch sight
of a gaggle of geese in mid-flight her back their launching pad
and without warning there’s a splash as a fish leaps into the air
in search of its morning dish of insect and bugs, as it dives
back into the water, its sanctuary, its home I am reminded again
of her kindness that she provides in sheltering bays
her gentle waves taking me on a journey into the depths
of this lake they call Placid
Andreas Simic©
Guard Your Tongue,
For
Words Never Retreat
Written: by Tom Wright
10-22-2016
Our words become heat seeking missiles,
When impairing others is their intent.
Once launched they can’t be retracted,
By the tongue from which they’re sent;
It’s in our hearts these words are birthed,
Our tongue, their exclusive launching pad;
Once launched we often suffer remorse,
And our thoughts turn toward the triad.
So remember, that a done can’t be undone,
And from dormancy words emerge into play;
Words that devastate the heart of another,
God says we’ll answer for on judgment day.
I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days.
She wants me to accomplish something this summer - to pad my med-school resume - do anything but relax. But I refuse. If I’m going to complete a master's degree next summer, then I’m going to have fun this summer. Periodt. I’m not an automaton for her to wind. Her stress radiates, as I play Animal Crossing on the couch.
I reach up towards her forehead, “Is there an off button?” I ask.
“Go away,” she chuckles, blocking my hand.
Before I turn away, I add, “You’re the most fun when you’re not giving advice or saying the wrong things..”
“Or breathing incorrectly?” She finished my sentence.
“Exactly,” I laughed, “then you’re practically perfect.”
The boys - Peter (my BF) and Step (my stepfather) - sit or stand, uninvolved, outside the action, like we’re in some other dimension - they try and look at anything but us when we’re wrangling.
Poetry time!
The phantoms of my discontent
are held at bay, by leisure,
are mollified by pleasure.
Am I crazy to set boundaries?
Am I lazy, cause I won’t let her chivvy me?
I’ve got my own voice; I’ll make my own choices.
We have the same goals - but I’m in control.
For every plan I’ve got, she has a hundred caveats.
Sure, I’ve done nothing, while she’s done it all.
I’m her little rocket that she doesn’t want to stall.
But she needs to understand, I’ve left the launching pad.
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periodt ? slang for absolute period
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songs for this piece:
Mama by Spice Girls
Hey Mama by Kanye West
Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now by Nikki Blonsky, Marissa Jaret Winokur, Ricki Lake, Motion Picture Cast of Hairspray