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They walked into the bookstore…a young girl and her mother
and as they browsed throughout the store they held hands with one another.
I love the innocence of the young for wherever they chose to look
The little girl asked, “Mom can I have this puzzle…Mom, can I have this book.”
She asked for every book she saw…everything under the sun
and after negotiating for a while…they narrowed it down to one.
When they arrived at the counter they were smiling…still holding hands with one another…they held in their other hands two books…one for the little girl…one for the mother.
I rang them up and I asked the mother, as I always do, when they were ready to go
if she wanted a receipt to which she smiled and answered…”No”.
But then the little girl spoke up…in a voice both innocent and sweet
“If it’s okay with you” she asked, “could I have the receipt?”
“Certainly.” I said as I watched the smiles on their faces unfurl
when I handed the two books to the mother and the receipt to the little girl.
What a wonderful moment for me…what a wonderful treat…
as I watched that little girl smile while repeating….“This is my very first receipt.”
The mother smiled at her daughter then glanced back and gave me a look
“She seems more excited about the receipt,” she said,
“than she is about her book.”
And I had to smile as immediately my brain turned back all my internal clocks
to a time when we bought our son the perfect birthday present
and that present spent the day untouched while he played inside the box.
I hope some day this memory will stir…perhaps triggered by someone they meet…
of the time her mother bought her a book…but all she wanted was the receipt.
Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three
Part of a grander play.
A house in conflict.
We are mere players
on this vast infinite stage.
Nothing is accomplished
Nothing is compromised
Fire of infernos n creation intertwined
Struggle for the soul of an innocent child,
the house rocks.
With the kindred of the damned
For what is at stake,
the soul of my little girl.
Her smile fading from memory.
A Holy War is waged.
Jihad!
The lines are drawn in the sand,
In blood, in time
The plans are conspired upon,
priest gather like a rooks
full of murderous cold books.
Heaven's own Holy Judgment.
Their cloaks flapping in the wind
like black wings.
Crucifixes swing...
The doctors, generals
and captains of industry
buy time with their technology
and very little understanding.
Pages from holy grimoire flutter,
fly into the night.
My child crises
I feel a piece of me withering…
My eyes blur in tears with rage
and
I scream,
WHY!
My must my little girl die.
I feel her suffering.
As that sinister black thing is grinning…...
III of III
“Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey,
Along came a spider who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.”
After a long vacation a little girl called Miss Muffet and her family
returned home at night. They realized the house needs cleaning that
they decided to do in the morning. Meanwhile, mother served Miss
Muffet bowl of curd and whey. She sat comfortably on a soft tuffet,
and as she was about to take the first spoonful of her favorite treat,
a big spider descended from the window sill where it had built a web
when the house was empty. The eight-legged creepy creature was
attracted by the scent of the snack. So, it came down and sat beside
Miss Muffet. Suddenly, a fly whizzed in from nowhere and crawled
up the bowl. The swift spider ran fast across the arm of Miss Muffet,
and pounced on its prey that disappeared within its mouth. The fast
moving scaring scenario frightened Miss Muffet, and she ran away.
Upset and hungry, she could not sleep that night.
She wouldn't let the guilt warp her mind into believing its perception of her
She knew who she was
And she was is a girl who's been deeply hurt
She knew deep down no one was coming to save her
That she would have to see herself
Hear herself
And listen to her self
The pain ached
It felt like a slow death
But she knew it would be slower
More painful
If she didn't take a deep breath
Get up
And work on loving herself
She could sit in the pain
But not allow it to swallow her
To trap her in this never ending story
Of the emotions raging inside her
Begging to be released
Her pain was her comfort
Something that got her like no other
She let it feed on her
Draining her of all Bodily fluids
Festering in places turned rotten
And In return it gave her love
Something she hadn't received from the world
She knew she couldn't drown in the vast sea of life
She knew she couldn't stay shackled to her grave of eternal suffering
Waiting for her down below
She found comfort in the idea of the safety of her pain
Protecting her from a world that has hurt her
A world that didn't accept her
A world that tore apart her skin colour
A world that silenced her blackness
She understood her pain
Her anxiety
It wanted to protect her from a society so cruel
To protect her already shattered heart
To protect her from being torn apart
She knew she had to let them rest
To tell them she didn't need need their protection
To tell them thank you for loving her in their own special way
That she is okay
That it's time for them to go to bed
That they need not have any regrets
Because they helped the little girl inside her
To survive
To get by
That they were the only thing that kept her going
Who helped turn her into the person she was
That she loved them so much
But she had to let go
But she would never forget them
From dreams of a little girl, I have been looking for my prince charming,
only when I met you- did I know dreams come true. I'll love your forever.
Romantic gestures like flowers and gifts are nice but your love is my treasure,
everything about you makes me wild, your lips are like sweet red wine.
Vast is this special bond between us, it is me and you against the world
Evenings- under the moon and beneath the stars, two lovers walk.
Reach out your hand to me and I will always take it and hold it to my heart.
I have fallen deep for you and I give you all of me, for you are my destiny,
not even death could break this bond of love, our souls are entwined.
You touch me and I fly on gossamer wings in an azure sky,
on a thousand waves of the sea I float. Now, kiss me softly my darling.
Under the blankets we lay and my body is burning. Our love song is pure.
Ruby red lips brush yours and we soar and look into each others soul.
Each time we make love it is like the first time, so beautiful, so passionate,
yet time, has shown the depth of heart and soul that binds us together
Eyes- only see the love and we are lost in an ocean of emotions and feelings.
Sweetheart, my love, my darling, lets make a million pictures to last forever.
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July 13, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Forever In Your Eyes
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-642-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Forever In Your Eyes
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
I wear my dress like a canvas of dreams woven from threads of the moon,
as if my porcelain skin had never been touched by shadows,
as if you hadn't taken me to the back of a car, a temple of secrets,
as if you hadn't possessed me like an elixir flowing through a thirsty soul.
I wear my hair like a cascade of gold under the rays of a gentle sun,
as if you hadn't played the game of waves on the calm sea of my desires,
as if I had awakened from a dream with butterflies, beautiful and untouched by time.
I wear my lipstick like a princess's crown from a kingdom of forgotten tales,
as if you hadn't wiped it away with stormy kisses on a starless night,
as if you hadn't devoured my lips with the hunger of a thirsty stag,
like the little girl from fairy tales whispered by the wind through branches.
I wear my mask like a cloak of mist that hides a secret universe,
as if you hadn't shattered me into thousands of shards of broken dreams,
as if you hadn't left me bruised, a field after the silent battle,
as if you hadn't trampled over my pride with steps of iron.
I wear my mask like a butterfly wing floating through the morning ether,
as if my burdens were as light as a nightingale's song,
as if nothing weighed me down in this vast and mysterious world,
as if I loved you and you loved me too, a dance of stars in the starry sky.
And never in the way our demons clashed, a thunder in the night.
I wear my mask like a veil of mist full of secrets,
light, and lying with every step, like a dream lost at dawn.
Shame on you, Jimmy Savile
The secrets you've kept all this while
How many woman and children have you abused
Covered by friends that you have used
The poor little girl in her hospital bed
The truths come out, now that you're dead
A girl with brain damage, what were you drinking
You filthy pedophile, what were you thinking
It's probably more but two hundred nineteen times
Incidents have formally been recorded as crimes
Your fame on the air, DJ and TV
Your celebrity status means nothing to me
Revoking your Knighthood to me is a must
It would be in the U.S., In god we do trust
So I ask you queen, to make a new trial
And remove the Knighthood of Jimmy Savile
I was reared in ruins,
East London brick dust
on lard spread on bread.
Nobody had a ticket out.
My grubby figure
daubed by days of oil and dirt,
a boy by a railroad track.
Trains slid passed
screeching on pumping brakes.
People not from here
going somewhere else.
Once a little girl dressed
in posh clothes,
(I mean, not rough flannel),
jiggles of fancy ringlets
a clean hand waving.
My senses shaking
and shaken,
marveling at the beauty
of those that passed on by.
I told mother,
she shrugged not understanding,
maybe she had yet to learn
my train-yard language
She was a lock-in woman
& spoke only
as a long ignored dog would
if asked about
the meaning of life.
The ghost and a Child
I have a recurring dream I hadn´t been to my house for a long time, remember I had been happy
there with my little dog,
we used to walk in the woods, and when I was driving around in my motorbike, she was glad to see me returning.
I took a bus up, the driver didn´t ask me for money and being rather frugal. I was glad.
Outside the house, a little girl was playing, asked her If she liked living here?
Yes, she said, and I have a dog, she said.
The dog came. It was my dog; it didn´t recognize me growled when I called the dog`s name.
Inside the house, a couple were arguing, she said, I hate this house. It gives me the creeps
She sat down where I sat, wriggled a bit (which I liked)
she got up, stroked the seat (which I enjoyed too) but, she was bothered and sat on another chair.
They didn´t see me, I thought they must be blind.
Outside, I asked the little girl if her parents were blind. No, she said, but they can´t see you because
you are a ghost only a child like me can see.
I lay there defeated
I was assaulted
I was exposed
I was in pain
The pain from a private spot
I remember him dragging me
I remember him choking me
I remember him inside me
I remember him laughing at me
The world is still spinning
I can't say anything
I can't admit anything just happened
I can't tell anyone
I cant trust anyone again
I was 3 multiple times
I was 5 multiple times
I was 6 multiple times
I was 7 multiple times
I was 8 multiple times
i was 9 multiple times
I was 11 multiple times
I was 13 multiple times
It must be my fault
I must have asked for it
I must have wanted it
I must be the problem
I must be too broken
I was innocent once
The next day everything was taken from me
Lost my child hood
Lost my trust
Lost my virginity
It was people i should have been able to trust
They were in charge of my
They threatened me
They scared me
They bribed me
They made me promise not to say a thing
That little girl died years ago
And nobody noticed
Now all they say is
How did that sweet little girl
Turn into this horrid creature
Now all i say is
It's okay i wouldn't choose me either
Every thing i do is never the right thing to do
Maybe I deserve this all
Why just why
Why am i still here