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Suddenly without bedmate and counterpart
one month shy of fifty years, no deity could answer
razor sharp emotional pain cut to the quick
recollecting ballroom dancer
himself as a handsome youth so graceful and suave,
fast as Bill Haley, or comet
and lightly afoot in seventh heaven as a prancer
oh..and ever the debonair, humorous, and loving romancer
where pixie dust sprinkled via an invisible en trancer.
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Uterine/ovarian Cancer metastasized
dealing deathblow, and took more than mother away
her rigor mortis terminated love labor lost,
whence second love sans father,
his hands no longer did oh bay,
whose once passion to ply his creative handiwork
heartfelt interest hardened as sun baked clay
where formerly, he spent energy and time
drafting designs and building ornate creations
most every night and day,
which lifelong penchant to draw
(deepseated and etched within his genes)
until profound grief did flay
dealt mortal kombat towards,
whence toiling at basement workbench
colored his world blackish gray
nor would he respond, and only tearful sorrow
exuded upon losing the special maiden, whom he lay
down and begot thyself and two sisters,
during living years sans lightness of being an a may
fly expert designer, creator and builder –
during me chilhood objects like play
house and Flintsone car
(with license plate to boot), beaming with ray
dee ants at products of imagination got wrought,
until grim reaper did slay
purposefulness and will power to remain alive
pronounced sadness witness loss of appetite
and considerable diminishing beefiness obvious
without him getting atop scale for a weigh
but fate smiled upon accursed widowerhood,
and now for quite some time,
a gal took hull hiking to history
and the restaurant at the end
of the galaxy they went – yay!
Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.
Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual sadness easily prompted
can easily trigger me to cry
linkedin when grim reaper gloated
October 7th, 2020
ye did somewhat peacefully die
though methinks immortality
I did briefly espy,
when miracles of modern medicine
tried, but could not
stave off mortality nor fortify
depredations of aging concerning
one wunderkind whose accomplishments
laudatory when a young handsome guy,
whose intelligence scored high
native talent aptitude tests did imply.
The late Boyce Brandon Harris
exhibited prolific talents at young age
aside being scholastically gifted,
acquiring graduate degree
courtesy Columbia University,
freshly minted mechanical engineer
(he admirably ranked within
uppermost percentile academically),
I hashtag thy mine deceased father
(a polymath - jack-of-all-trades),
who possessed (née excelled)
at diverse creative abilities.
Aside from being schooled
as mechanical engineer,
(which courses in mathematics and science
he passed with flying colors)
his mind genetically bequeathed
to craft almost anything under the sun
evidenced first by yours truly,
the second offspring and sole son
who ofttimes felt intimidated
at being in presence
of said Renaissance man.
Handicrafts included
expending blood, sweat, and tears
to craft multitude of projects;
i. building me Flintstone (foot powered)
car with wooden license plate.
ii. making playhouse for all three
of us - his progeny.
iii. amassing wood pile(s),
to stoke wood burning stoves
iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff
(two doggone mixed breed Border Collies
rescued courtesy youngest sister
at her Jacobsburg, Penna work site)
v. constructing sauna in cellar,
Celebration of death
Peter Gargano and his
son Peter memories
meeting at the clock
restaurant fort myers
right before traumatic
brain injury blessings
many laughs prayers
are with the family
reminders from license
plates RFP RIP it’s really
helpful getting terrorists
threats on license plates
especially when I have
to get 12 nerve blocks
injections in my head today
actually every 25 days
traumatic headaches
severe pain and suffering
memory care centers
after surviving hurricanes
I’m reminded of hurricane
Charlie grateful an yet
traumatic events Peter
remembering Peter Gargano
the the trauma it’s almost
like he’s still with us like I
didn’t witness his dead body
leaving this world or all thee
other wise guys hitmen
The Don of Don Boss of Bosses
all dead controlling terrorist
threats on license plates
I’m reminded of mob boss Frankie
boy cali being gunned down holding
his license plate organized crime
terrorising me for wearing
wires pregnant buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick officers being a rat exposing
mafia hitmen no I’m no
Sammy the Bull or John Gotti jr
big Paul bambino who suffered
a rash from his Mexican maid
Christmas time before being gunned
down without ointment of course
not Carlo Gambino nor Domenico Cefalu
no just a mom a grandma the fbi
just warned me my ex husband
set fires with gargano killing 9
people before I knew a car bomb
ignited my skull Peter stood over
my blood soaked body to go
over investments insurance
monies my memory of my
wearing wires pregnant for the
fbi saved my life today is a
gargano kind of day happy
heavenly birthday Peter Pete
and Peters Just in case I’m
brutally murdered by this ongoing
hit on my life because I refuse to
allow the mafia extort my American
Poetry brings me to tears today fondly
remember me writing American poetry
I gave you the tale of my computer
Last month
All is working.......
Well sort of.
And again it came down to me to put in a network card.
It put up a stubborn fight
But two days later I MADE IT WORK!
It really wasn't that hard
But there were other things
Like licenses for the vehicles and me
Mine was the problem
My birth certificate name was different you see.
I had had it changed
But who knows in what state
The lawyer said "shoot
The one on your birth certificate will do.".
The Kansas license was personalized
And a beautiful thing
I decided I'd keep it
And one day put it out for all to see.
When I removed it
I brought it inside
Washed and dried it
And set it aside.
One evening Shirlee and Fred came by
On their way home from work
I wasn't here but they left some no, no's
For my dessert.
The next day they came by to give me a ride
It was off to garage sales we would go
Shirlee looked at me and said
"Mom is that your idea of a joke?"
I didn't pick up on what she meant
And she pointed toward the stove.
" I mean ," she said "Do you intend to leave your
License plate up there?"
I told you it was special,
I didn't want it to get hurt
So I placed it on the vent
Above the cook stove to make sure.
It was tan
And a buffalo stood with pride
The letters C I L E
Were printed on it's side.
I still didn't get the drift
Until she pointed to the four little words
And Read
"HOME ON THE RANGE."
I had to sit down
I was laughing so hard
And when I think back
I still get a charge.
I haven't yet found my home on the range
But I'll tell you this my friends
Following the next four lines
You can add the word, AMEN
No more cooking
I am through
If you can't use the micro wave
BOO HOO!
Cile Beer
Let’s take a
Road trip
Together.
I want to go
Far away,
Maybe
Even to
Outer space
Where we can
Race the stars
Across
The night sky-
I’ll fly you
Around
On clouds,
Drift soft
On winds
Or burrow
Deep in the
Ground-
A landmark
Unto myself-
I’ll show you my
Favorite things
And
Kisses in the rain,
Point out the places
That I have been,
And which ones
I’d rather never
See again.
We’ll sing songs
Like lullabies
And drive
The days away-
The important part
Is that
I’m with you,
And my home
Is sitting in the seat
Next to me.
If we get pulled over,
Remind me
To get my head
Out of the clouds
And watch my hands
As they go near the seat,
I’m only getting a wallet
To show my ID
But we’re in a white man’s
Territory
And they already
Follow me,
Pull up beside
The 7-11 to watch
What I walk
Into,
Convenience stores
Are on alert
And sometimes
White people
See our license plate
And follow right behind,
Tailgate up
On my bumper
Till we leave
Their
State lines
And
A little ways past that too.
Just ignore
It,
I know you’ll say,
But I’ll make sure
We make it safe
To a nice hotel
Where we can stay.
I’ll get us a room on the
Third floor
So I only have to watch
The door
I won’t sleep and
You’ll take the bed-
And when you are well
Rested,
We’ll get in the car again.
Drive into sunsets
And great canyons
And see all the things
That make up the
Free land we’re in-
Living
With one eye
Scanning the
Horizon
To see if we need
To get on the road
Again,
I’m double checking
Every blind spot
For ghosts
With pale skin-
I guess
What I'm trying to say
Is that
Our freeways
Are an open range
And I’m just
Standing in the way….
You know what,
I don’t want
To go on a road trip,
Lets just stay inside
Where it is a bit
Safer.
Flames are now ashes
Stars earn their passes
On a second round
Enjoying the mountainous town
Being at their peak
Everyone listening to the words they speak
Forgetting who said ‘I do’
Arrived for another gig looking young and cool
Taking the scenic route
Briefed on what the script is about
Fixing hair
Applying makeup that has flair
Acting like they care
Pocketing a check from the affair
A couple miles away
Our dirty blonde knight took a day off to play
With his bride
Following steps written in the honeymoon guide
Chapter read
‘After wed
Stick in the gambling slot
When machine is hot
Changes come in the fall
Family income needed written on the wall’
Putting down the paperback
Containing many romantic facts
Knight sporting the look noticed a mover
Shakers license plate states Vancouver
Unloading production stuff
Filming equipment to be used in the rough
“Do you know the way to the top?
Stars performing their theatrical workshop”
Question workers asked
Doing the task
Honoring an appointment
Faithful dirty blonde knight honestly pointed
“I should issue a warning
There could be another avalanche by morning”
Crew didn’t hear
Knight with golden locks feared
As they started to climb
Getting there in record time
Nature elements watched and sounded like they didn’t mind
Joining her lifelong mate in seductive black
Mrs. Knight whose companion was buried in a snowfall attack
“I do not think everything is right
Stars are facing a difficult fight
But we do need to be polite
Not getting in the way tonight”
Looking out to the winter wonder sight
Concerned about this frozen plight
Two of them knew things were getting tight
Hoping tomorrow
There will be no horror
Creating many to feel sorrow
Life is too short to be worrying about he said she said
It only starts problems and drama and the fire soon starts to spread
Yet the truth never unrolls its self like a spool of thread
And the results are friendships and relationships start to crumble and mold like a loaf of bread
People are so caught up in making and believing all the lies
It’s like they get a high for telling all the lies
What do people think they get the Noble Prize?
You have people looking at you asking why
Why do people like making people cry
Who are you trying to be in disguise?
In reality here is some advice
Liars, fakes, cheaters, abusers, and wanna bes are nobodies in real peoples eyes
So lets break away from all the hate
There is no reason to discriminate
To walk the beat of your own drum is a skillful trait
Everyone is different like a car license plate
Its okay to be always changing like a discount rate
People need to realize in there is a due date
You never know when it is, so don’t wait
Live your life to the greatest rather it be with or without fate
This may lead to a debate
Yet if everyone could come together, we could all cross home plate
Moral to life, is that it is too short
Practice and play hard like it is a sport
Pretend that you are living on a resort
And everyone you come across is like a friend of some sort
We all need to be escorts
And treat everyone with love, respect, and kindness like it’s our last resort
Now let’s end this on a good report
And stop all the hate and negativity and start giving some support
Any thoughts or comments?
When I was young, sometimes I’d get to go
to our town’s theater, where I would see
a curtain open up, then a long show
much better than the ones on my tv!
The seats inside this place were plush and red,
and there were lots of them row after row!
Small stars were on the ceiling overhead.
I felt enchanted by their magic glow.
With tales like “Sparticus,” so mesmerized
I’d sit and savor every movie plot.
Were movies a religion, I’d get baptized.
I love all types and I love them a lot!
I left for college. Foreign films I saw
with subtitles, and those I saw for free.
The themes were deep and filled my soul with awe.
The greatest film buff I had come to be.
Some forty years ago, I started to
see at least one movie every week
at a theater when they’re brand new.
And dramas most unusual I seek.
TGIF was on my license plate -
“Thank God It’s Friday” because I live for
my Friday matinees, and I can’t wait
to write reviews of movies I adore.
For years I have reviewed the films I’ve seen
on Facebook and at one time with my own
column in a poetry magazine!
And by the way, most shows I see alone.
My spouse hates going out and is not free
to go with me when I have days off, so
I’ll ask a movie buddy. Usually
she’s busy, but I’m fine just going solo!
I have other passions such as poetry,
e-mailing friends and striving for good health.
But once a week the “big screen” I must see.
Of movie plots, my brain contains a wealth!
Dec. 19, 2017 for the Meraki Contest of Silent One
Time to load up the family Dodge and hit the open road.
Our backs to California, the wheels rolling east towards the deep south.
Arriving by plane wasn’t an option, the car was our only transportation mode.
My older brother pulls my hair and a yelp escapes my thin mouth.
Our backs to California, the wheels rolling east towards the deep south.
Country greats like Strait, McEntire, and Alabama blaring through the radio.
My older brother pulls my hair and a yelp escapes my thin mouth.
Mom and Dad won’t get a break and my car sickness is touch-and-go.
Country greats like Strait, McEntire, and Alabama blaring through the radio.
Travel bingo and the license plate game forever etched in my brain.
Mom and Dad won’t get a break and my car sickness is touch-and-go.
Three days to get there and three days back without rain.
Travel bingo and the license plate game forever etched in my brain.
Big rigs honking as my eager arm pumped up and down from the back seat.
Three days to get there and three days back without rain.
Eating piles of junk food on the road was always a real treat.
Travel bingo and the license plate game forever etched in my brain.
Arriving by plane wasn’t an option, the car was our only transportation mode.
Three days to get there and three days back without rain.
Time to load up the family Dodge and hit the open road.
Contest: A RHYMING PANTOUM OF FIVE STANZAS (6th place)
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins
Date of poem: May 12, 2022
I can not imagine what this Officer in New York City was thinking at the time of this Parking Violation. You would think when an officer writes a Parking Violation, he or she would interact with the Driver who is being ticketed. Well that is not the case in this incident. The Officer approached the vehicle and noticed the vehicle was parked in a No Parking Zone. He approached the vehicle from behind and wrote down the License Plate of the vehicle. The person inside the vehicle was silent, just sitting there. He didn't say a word. I wonder what the Officer was thinking when the ticketed person didn't give him an excuse, to try and persuade the Officer not to give him the Citation. Well the Officer wrote the ticket and placed the ticket on his dashboard, and walked away, got into his Patrol Car and left.
A day or two later the Officers Commanding Officer called him into his office. He asked him, " did you issue a ticket several days ago to a Mr Rappoid, for Illegal Parking at such and such a time?" The Officer said," let me check my notes." He checked his notes and said, "yes." The Commanding Officer asked him, "You didn't notice anything in particular with Mr Rappoid?" The Officer asks his Commander, "Why?" His Commander responded, with a loud and angry voice. "Well because at the time you gave Mr Rappoid the ticket Rigor Mortis had set in and he was sitting Up and he was dead!" "Your the first Officer I know, that has written a Parking Citation to a Dead man, sitting dead in his Vehicle!"