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We drove in two separate cars a few miles along the ocean shore
I am not afraid, life has been depressing, I just don’t care anymore
We turn down a pebbled driveway, with lion statues guarding the gate
I am shocked when I see us approaching an old Victorian mansion estate
Frank gets out of his car, his blue eyes bright and with a smile on his face
He tells me he just inherited this mansion and is busy renovating the place
He takes my hand as he leads me up the granite steps and into the foyer
He tells me he has a case in town, and has also been working as a lawyer
We walk through a marbled living room and into a nautical themed den
He tells me he has lived here since May as he inherited the mansion then
He then tells me that he has known about me and is distant cousin of my ex
I start to let my guard down, even though I am not sure what will happen next
He looks into my eyes and smiles, takes my hands and gently kisses me
I enjoy his kisses and let him embrace me closer, not feeling afraid only free
He leads me upstairs to his master bedroom with a view of crashing waves
I am so amazed and elated, but I need to slow down and not give in and cave
He takes my hand and leads me out through the French doors to the balcony
We sit in antique wrought iron chairs while sipping wine, just like a fantasy
I suddenly start to feel very sleepy, woozy and faint, not sure what is going on
He then carries me to his large bed, lays me down and the curtains are drawn
I wake up the next morning, realizing I am naked under the covers in his bed
Trying to remember last night, as I start to worry with some feelings of dread
Relieved, I hear Frank coming up the stairs as I start to relax and calm down
But instead an older woman walks in and stops and stares at me with a frown
I am shocked, I ask her who she is and if Frank is here somewhere downstairs?
She tells me she’s the owner, Frank was a contractor hired to do some repairs
She’s been scammed, the job’s not done and Frank's gone with all his tools
I feel a tear run down my face, as I realize I was played and now a gullible fool
11/2/19 The last and 4th part of The Distant Shores Series
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Judged and NA'd on 11/2/19
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Not everyone gets along with their neighbour
A face as hard as a glacier
From day one they were always rude
Always in a bad mood
It started with her not being able to park
Every time she would make a bad remark
A single person driving a van
No business or no plan
A male and female name
I don’t care they are still the same
It doesn’t matter who you decide to be
Your personality is what matters to me
Just because I rent and they own
Doesn’t mean you should sulk and grown
We put up a fence for the paws
No thank you or applause
One day we had a flash flood
I protected her house from water and mud
While she stood inside on the phone
To the insurance company to have a moan
Not one word of thanks
For propping up the river banks
Dirty, wet, back aching
No pleasantness breaking
They tried to stop a legal right
To a back garden, to spite
A lawyer had to be involved
For the issue to be resolved
They use our property to dump their builders waste
Leaving my plants displaced
They have no respect for property
And behave improperly
They scream at anyone parked near
On a public road, their crisis severe
Any builder or delivery person is their next victim
The vicious tongue is not restricted
Never an explanation or apology
They just behave like a monstrosity
No excuse nor reason
To be a demon
No respect for hours of the day
Slamming the door like a display
Knock one knock twice speak a code
All through the night, it’s getting old
The spells they perform and a voodoo chant
Trying to lure and enchant
Speaking to someone who isn’t there
Full conversations in despair
I know it’s not just me they do not like
Their own parents avoid and dislike
They scream at them every visit
For no reason they have hit their limit
Reasoning does not matter for those who choose this
Always an opportunity to be polite and not dismiss
Some people are just not built to be nice
Mental health can be a factor for their dislikes
Whatever the problem they need support
Before one day they are in court
I wish them the best in their health journey
It won’t be me who ends up on the gurney
Deception, destruction, or death
may lurk behind offers of wealth,
of prominence, fancy black cars,
and life in luxurious homes.
Grand promises made to the young,
ambitious to rise to the top,
may prove far too sweet to resist.
Once in, getting out may mean death.
As John Grisham’s young lawyer learned,
if it seems too good to be true,
it probably is.
In Grisham’s The Firm, Mitch McDeere, fresh out of law school,
joins a small but prestigious law firm from which no one ever resigns.
Some ARE murdered, though! This firm is really run by the Morolto
crime family.
January 28, 2018, entered in Line Gauthier's Life Lesson from a Favourite Novel Contest
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Remember way back when?
Gummy bears and peppermint sticks
Such treats when we were ten
Teenage years weren't far behind
Raging hormones and pimply skin
And puppy love so intense
It sent our heads in a spin
Soon we made it to almost twenty
Really couldn't imagine how
Our first job is a cashier at Walmart
Making real money, holy cow
We meet that sweet special someone
Our world is twirling around
Before we can say Jackie Robinson
We two are parenthood bound
We're blessed with a couple of kiddies
Relieved when they finally mature
They grow up to be a doctor and lawyer
We're peacock proud for sure
Never thought I'd see the day
When someone would call me Gramps
It all started with ice cream and lollipops
When we were a couple of scamps
© Jack Ellison 2012
Inspired by Joseph Mays Limerick 11 contest
and a bonus one.
NOT FOR CONTEST
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A randy old dentist called Keith
Drugged patients and played with their feet
Sucked the toe of a marine
Who then woke up looking mean
Now poor Keith no longer has teeth .
A dashing lawyer who was good at his job
But was only because of his big gob
He got a man ten years
Then he broke down in tears
He found out he was the head of the mob.
There was once a barber from Zaire
Who in life just didn't give a care
In his chair a man sat
Knocked him out with a bat
Stripped him off and shaved off all his hair .
A doctor who was always in a hurry
Got called out to a farm for Mrs Murray
She was pale and quite ill
So he gave her a pill
Then rushed off and fell face down in cows slurry.
There was once a mean sponsor called X
He decided soup members he'd vex
Gave them all an N/A
They cried out in dismay
He was sent via soupmail a hex.
Written on 9th January 2019.
We stopped to let them walk by us…an old woman leading and old man
She was apologetic. She said, “Forgive us…we’re moving as fast as we can.”
She said, “you wouldn’t know to see him now”
her face grew sad and long
“but in his day he was big and tall…intelligent and strong.”
She said he was a lawyer…here a smile crossed her face…
and I don’t think in all his life…he ever lost a case.”
She said, “I was a full-time wife and mother.
I was once young and lean and fit.
Together we raised four children…
and I loved every minute of it.
“I also loved to sing and dance and, if the truth be known,
I didn’t always dance with him…sometimes I’d dance alone.”
She smiled at the two of us…a smile both friendly and kind
and I noticed as they passed us
how their shadows walked obediently behind.
And I observed as they walked away…
and to each other’s arms they clung
how their shadows didn’t show the ravages of age…
how their shadows seemed so young…
And I thought wouldn’t it be great if as we all grow older
and begin to walk a little more erratically
if our shadows kept showing silhouettes
of all people we used to be.
How wonderful to be followed by a movie of our life
played out in shadows for all to see…
So people would know not just the old person walking in front of them…
but to all the persons we used to be.
On the day your eyes open
to the prism of the sun
On that day, silent Winter
would be gone
The avalanche of differences
will melt into nothingness
Through the same breath
through our shared blood
We would live again as one
No matter who we are
No matter the colour of the skin
Rich or poor,innocent or guilty
a lawyer,a prisoner,a doctor or a farmer
a catholic,a muslim,a buddhist,or a jew
On that day we would all wear identical dresses
We would all be the significant other
Because Jesus had died for all
Jesus had died for Peter,John and Judah
for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene
Jesus has died for you,for me
Jesus has died for every name
engraved upon God's palm
and through each and every one of us
He will be born to rise again
Charma
You r my mother my guide my light
U tought me what is wrong and right
Ur my sunshine, making my day bright
U stand by me in darkest of night
Ur my shining armor my knight
In any situation u give a tough fight
U r my teacher, my doctor my lawyer
Wd u around me I don't need to care
U r synonym for love and care
Where everyone hv abundant share
Stuck in sm situation or any confusion
I just close my eyes to find u for discussion
So many Gud and bad times we share
So many memories to look back and stare
Words fall short to describe ur love
Even God's cm to earth for this motherly love
"Just get your titles, stick to study, son,"
she used to say, "no matter what it takes."
She saw me as the family's Chosen One,
escaping that conveyor-belt of cakes.
When I got home, she'd be already gone
("If only for your future children's sakes!")
the hairnet and the overalls to don,
to start the night shift, down at Bettabakes.
The belt would grind and drone (it never stopped),
conveying cupcakes, candy caramel,
vanilla-flavored, sugared, cherry-topped,
towards Goods Outward's gaping mouth of hell.
This sluggish river she'd have gladly swapped
for Acheron or Lethe, switched the smell
of almond paste for brimstone (could she opt
for somewhere far less tedious to dwell).
And me? I got degrees, up to my ears,
steered clear of Bettabakes, at least. Became
a lawyer and a teacher, one who steers
the kayak of his soul down much the same
dull river as his mother, but my weirs
are bigger. "National", you name the game?
"American"? It's baseball. Many beers
ago, I ceased to think in terms of fame
or fortune. Work's just work, and must be borne.
From graduation to the grinning grave
it sweeps us, slowly, down a valley worn
by those conveyed before us. Each new wave
of fancy fudges sets out, feeling scorn
for docile drudges, but winds up enslaved.
Our only way is onward, just like pawns,
towards Goods Outward's yawning architrave.
As counsel for defense I saw them pass.
It mattered little if they roared, or knelt
in supplication. Since all flesh is grass,
we have no choice. We play the hand we're dealt.
And now I watch each earnest, eager class
of youngsters, see their fine illusions melt:
they merge into one nameless toiling mass,
conveyed towards oblivion by The Belt.
I suppose that nearly every town has its share of self-appointed snobs,
A few old crabs and the usual crowd of ordinary Bills, Jills and Bobs.
In our fair village there's a character whose name is "Squire" Squab,
Whose well-known eccentricities stand out among the seething mob!
No one seems to know how the title of "squire" he acquired.
Nor has anyone that I know of really ever inquired.
He certainly isn't a lawyer, justice of the peace or judge,
Though he assumes those self-appointed roles at the slightest nudge!
He always wears a derby hat, spats and a dovetail coat.
Kids harass him unmercifully trying to get his goat!
On his daily stroll downtown he'll sidle up to some hapless soul,
With a myriad of inane propositions that he wishes to extol!
Many times at town council meetings, that august body he'll disrupt,
To denounce their ancestry, telling them that they are most corrupt!
At Baptist prayer meetings he often disturbs their peace,
And must be cuffed and escorted to jail by the local police!
Although some folks consider the "Squire" a peculiar curiosity,
Others like to think that he exudes a distinguished virtuosity!
When all is said and done, he is simply a naive and harmless guy,
But he certainly animates our town, this we surely can't deny!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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