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She fell in love with him and they married
soon after the first child was born a girl
he never seemed to forge a link with her
never really created that magical bond
Later she would look back and see
all that she had been blind about
now could clearly see the cracks
how had she ever missed them?
Always a rather secretive man
never letting people get close
he would take to the open road
calling on clients making sales
Far and wide he did travel
but never seemed to get ahead
losing job after job he would rail
cursing his luck blaming others
One day she got very suspicious
noticing the stories on line
of women disappearing without trace
others raped and murdered
She felt shivers of fear could it be?
checking the areas where he worked
seeing a pattern begin to emerge
she called the sheriff's office
They soon dropped by plus FBI
and after questioning her
searched down in their basement
finding there all sorts of proof
Trophies he had taken and kept
purses, bits of jewellery and hair
Jar containing horror full of fingers
in a couple there were eyeballs
She had lived with this monster
slept together never realising
their daughter now was fifteen
and prone to strange silences
They watched together as
he was caught and led away
no tears fell from either of them
she caught up in all the horror
Could only look at her daughter
and wonder, yes wonder
did the apple fall close to the tree?
was she also tainted like him?
With her weird silences that shut her out
the neighbourhood pets found tortured
a sense of fear when she was behind you
the blood sometimes on her clothes
In the end fearful for her own life
she had her committed to bedlam
her daughter capable and willing
another killer now locked away
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
a symphony of passion that will not be denied
chorus of whispers, secrets spiderly bite loom,
Notes ghouls of longing,
whispered through fingertips' glide,
Forever entwined, rise and fall,
melting into the melodies of heart stall
that crawls in a pit to fall through
With lips locked in breathtaking embrace,
our souls unite in Hell from the
clock of a hard chase
a tale ripped apart...
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
passions dance in shadows, at Night,
where secrets cannot hide to
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
of a dark maligned tune
Whose designs,
who tides a moons declination
to a different incline !
Whose moves sidelines storm-bringing winds,
degrees of separation
yet creeps the tears, of pestilence
remains to remain to tear us apart
with selfish arrogance, frustration
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
of a dark maligned tune
He was just a boy alone in journey of life
Morals, high standards upon family name he walks
No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind
Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths
A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup
Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back
Lucky have running water, bath's from bowl
Remember days fishing with gramps, never knew his name
Growing older, riding tailgate before sunrise sky
Two different families, world torn by mishap
Lasp of times memory, I do not know but bits and pieces
Where did life go that I've grown like yesterday
Struggle, eyes see reality of man's existence
It's true, one can love but be so heartless
Streets, beneath cardboard box hunger thirst to be
Dark woods, blackness to emptiness lonesome
Do we give in to fate we live that we die here
We lay our head in hopes of bread to taste
Not proud of which man force upon the soul,
evil they touch in wickedness
I must forgive myself for that I inflict but with change perfect my being
Integrity of my heart still weak but image is seen
Not the man of the world but the world in the man
The man I am, I give myself who I represent
Not of mankind I walk but a journey to perfect a being
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
Shadows crawl in hope of escape.
Five,
Six—
Interrupting thoughts and fear demand attention.
“Hello, I'm here.”
The mind cowardly answers the call.
Life unhinges — unlocking the greed of depression.
The door opens, welcoming the darkness into the house with no lights.
Allowing the destruction to flood centre stage.
No spotlight needed.
He's strong, surrounded by the blackness.
He's seen. He's heard. He's felt—
He's home.
His cravings satisfied as he feeds on the vulnerability,
The instability that’s nested in these walls for so long.
Laughing at the echoes of loneliness,
He unleashes the pain that was suffocating behind a smile-shaped mask.
The pain that was locked away for a reason.
The pain he knew would not say no.
His easy target.
His prey.
Hugging one another, depression smirks and leads the way,
Knowing he’s conquered the land of the house with no lights.
He settles in. It’s his house now.
There is no more counting.
There are no more shadows.
It’s quiet,
Dark,
Finally home.
Money can't buy happiness
The joy fun times and bliss
We all search for everyday
Can't be bought with someones pay
It's inside your caring heart
And the perfect place to start
Finding a lifetime of memories
You won't forget as you can see
Them every time you think back
To the good times you don't lack
Money can not take the place
Of a child's smiling face
When they're wrapped in a hug so tight
Or read a story every night
Shiny cars and jewelery
Are things some folks really need
But they are just fanciness
One day will lose the glitterness
And sparkle they used to show
But somebody's inner glow
Will remain forever bright
Never losing any sight
That's kept safely locked away
Until it's needed one day
To lift someone back on their feet
Or turn a bad day to sweet
So money means nothing to me
I'd rather be so happy
I am never truly poor
When someone opens a hearts door
Spreading love and so much care
I join in and want to share
Locked high in the tower the Princess did cry
No school for her that was the golden rule
The King allowed her one pastime - she could sing
She would retreat to her chamber whenever she could
Her eyes sparkled with intelligence; singing was her prize
She’s so blessed with talent, confined in the chateau
Great inner strength inside made her such a winner
Her voice, so light and beautiful, made her rejoice
She shines like a precious gem despite her confines
02~01~15
Contest: Plucky two by Nine – ‘Cryptic Rose’
2nd and 9th words to rhyme
Words to be used:-
Princess, school King, retreat,
Intelligence, blessed, strength, light, gem
~awarded 1st place~
The door was left ajar. He lay in bed, attired in my father’s wrapper. We wondered who he was. We have never seen someone lie in my father’s bed in the daytime. We were expecting to see the door locked. In our curiosity, we drew closer. He was fast asleep. He looked like our father but a lighter version. We have seen so many of his brothers – my father comes from a large family - but this one has a striking resemblance. They look like twins. We looked at each other startled.
“This must be Father’s brother,” my brother said. He continued, “The resemblance is just too much.”
I nodded.
“Where has he been?” I asked.
“I don’t know. How would I?” My brother replied.
“We have seen so many of his brothers but this I don’t think so,” I said.
My brother nodded.
He looked at us with keen interest. He cautioned us when we played beyond safety. He was indeed different. He acted like we were his children. It was later we knew that he was my father’s only sibling from the same parents. They haven’t been close since my father left his parental home. My father had told him that we were relocating to the state where he resides. My father had asked for his assistance in conveying our properties. He had gladly accepted the request. It was an opportunity to light up dying embers.
A few years later, my father departed. He had held my father’s hand through the troubled waters. He had journeyed with my father through the midnight holding the lamp. My father's hand was too feeble to hold onto his. The darkness was too dense for the lamp's light to shine through. They came to the end of the road. One transcended. The other was forlorn and distraught. He mourns his brother even to this day.
April 15, 2023.
A Visitor Poetry Contest,
Julia Ward.
The hiker decided to travel solo,
something he wasn't accustomed to.
After several hours hiking he decided to turn back,
but then quickly realized the sky was turning black.
As he struggled through the darkness and the rough,
he came across a little house, luckily enough.
He knocked loudly on the door, an answer never came,
but as he was dog-tired, he entered all the same.
Once he was inside, he saw something rather strange:
a large bed was in the center, quite clean and all arranged.
As he tried to sleep, he noticed paintings round the room;
portraits of strange people, staring in the gloom.
Each had a smile that sent chills up his spine,
but drowsiness overcame him as he continued to recline.
Next morning, he woke up, then had a sudden shock:
there were no paintings on the walls, and the door was strangely locked.
Fearless horse is faith
locked in dark will languish
like airless flame or seed
by rain and light forgotten
In verdant pastures gallops
directed by the rider
conquering world by might
or selfless sacrifice
Thin as air as mighty
healer secret salve
compass to the mariner
stormy tempest calming
Faith is love in action
fire burning doubts
loaves multiplying
seven feeding thousands
If Love love attracts
Thy enemies Father scatter
with Christ and Holy Spirit
on earth Thy kingdom come
of Paradise
First Place Winner: Brian Strand- All Yours-7/19/20
PRIEST AGAINST MY TASTE
My parents thought I was a saint
Because, when I pooped, I would pray:
“Virgin of the Pillar, let me poop.”
A prayer my mother had taught me
And which worked wonders on my bowels.
They didn't know that
When I locked myself
In my decorated room
With pictures of every saint there was
I didn't pray or meditate
And even less did I study
But I played with wheat and flour
That I tried to get
From my erect and raised little .
One day, when they saw me from behind
Through the half-open door
They went crazy with joy
Because they saw what looked
Like a priest's Crown on my head
Which was nothing more than a sperm
That had flown there.
I heard them say happily:
-This boy is going to be a good priest.
Let's take him to the Seminary or Convent.
They took me by the hand
And led me to the Seminary of Segovia.
-Good morning, Father.
Here we bring you our son, Proculus
So that you may make him a good priest
Who will serve the community
For the God’s love.
"Good morning to you all."
We will do so with divine grace
And the Virgin Mary’s love.
As soon as Proculus entered the Seminary
They hung a black cassock on him
So that nothing could be seen
But his feet
With a raised point
Below his waist.
Another superior who saw him
Approached him and said:
-I liked you the moment I saw you.
From today you will be my assistant
And I will help you pass
All your subjects
Especially Religion, Greek, and Latin.
The only thing you will have to do
Is make my bed
And take care of a bird I have
That sings Gregorian chant.
One morning
After the eight o'clock mass
The priest who greeted him at the door
Aapproached him, saying:
-Good morning, Proculus.
-Good morning to you.
-The spiritual father you serve
Is very angry with you
Because you didn't make his bed yesterday.
-And I'm not going to make it for him again
Because he pulls his little bird out of his crotch
And wants me to play with it
Or, better yet, pull out my little one
So it can play with his.
-My dear son, Proculus
This spiritual father of yours
Is on the wrong path:
The holy Bible that guides him is wrong.
Stick it between the pages
Of the Song of Songs
Like a sausage
Until he comes with joy.
-Stick it, Father
In the Bible or up your own arsehole.
Or do as I do
Which sticks it in my own hole
For it is the Way of Perfection.