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MY GENERATION SISTER
love isn't a blessing,its a damn halacus
I could tell right by the look on her eyes.
She has grown round ,her hind body shakes
Her voice calls, and no man stays gentle
Her chest is heavy, and punks praise of it - Silly punks...
My sister makes up,
She polishes her skin with chemicals,
her face sparkles it reminds me of the new moon
Unlike her knees a pour definition of the African Colour
With her polyester headbraids she erodes off all wisdom of
these big shorts whose bellies extend like the nile every time they kiss
she's hevean sent to them- and these other punks
She paints her lips, and claims it of the Modern girl
I don't hate my sister But she's a new Covid
Which kills the human plasma.She wakes up at noon
And disappears to the days retirement,
Then back in the heart of the night,
With a pile of smiles as if heaven just made her heir-
My sister has forgotten our ways;
My sister greets no more,
And never kneels, she says it causes 'kneelionosis'
Which kills the human Chromosomes...
I don't want to hate my sister but her morals and body are the damn halcus
Yet I worry for the men who love her,
My life is made up of so many stages.
I change as I go through the ages.
A rambunctious child and a shy little mouse.
A loving teenager and a right proper louse.
Through the changes of every season,
There is no uniform rhyme or reason..
Maybe luck from a coin in the Trevi Fountain,
Will change a mouse into a vast mountain.
What I am today, I may not be tomorrow,
Affected by a lottery win or tragic sorrow.
The best I can do is lay a solid foundation.
To nurture goodwill and ward off trepidation.
To always look on the bright side of life.
Helps when faced with trouble and strife.
To always be someone they can rely on,
There when they need a shoulder to cry on.
It’s great to be a mountain some of the time.
A hard act to follow when not in my prime.
It’s nice to know that someone is there.
If I am feeling feeble and need some care.
To answer the question Mountains or Mice,
It’s a matter of preference, both can be nice.
After experiencing a wonderful production of Spamalot…it reminded me to always find a way
no matter what life throws at me…to look on the bright side…every day.
It’s not that I haven’t experienced tragedy or loss…
that there haven’t been moments I’ve been sad.
It just…when you look on the bright side of life…
you realize….the good consistently outweighs the bad.
When I look on the bright side of life…I realize how blessed I’ve been…
let’s see…if I was keeping score…
although death and sorrow have touched my life…I’ve never been to war.
Except for a few aches and pains…I’ve been healthy…I’ve never been depressed
In all the years I’ve been on this Earth…I’ve never been oppressed.
I’ve never been told I’m less than someone else…that I don’t belong…I don’t fit in
because of my religion, my sex, my race…or the color of my skin.
I’ve never been judged harshly because I don’t fit some universal diagram….
I’ve never been made to feel I’m different…or wrong…because of who I love…or who I am.
Having never had my joy rained on by the dark clouds of judgement or bigotry
I’ve been able to walk proudly…unafraid…and listen as the whole world sings to me.
Since I’ve never had to worry about what other people think…my confidence is strong
and on the bright side of life…when I know the words…I happily sing along.
Looking on the bright side isn’t always easy…
It’s like the actors, actresses, and musicians on the stage…
who didn’t know of Spamalot before…
Anything that’s worthwhile in life…is…worth working for.
If you want to learn how look on the bright side of life…
I know where that philosophy is being taught…
by the staff of Theater Exceptional…
currently at the Central Park Performing Arts Center in Largo, Florida
in a place called…Spamalot.
In his green anorak
With a red bobble hat
He was sat in the midday sun
He was looking so glum
Our dear teenage son
Such a look on his face
For the last place on earth
He wanted to be
Was a beach in the sun
With his Dad and his Mum
Our annual hols were just us three
On the beloved Island of Jersey
A trip replicated many times before
'Twas our favourite Island
Our special place
A place we came to adore
On previous stays our darling boy
Anticipation high as we took to the sky
He was boisterous and bursting with energy
Having bucket loads of fun ~ it was just us three
Overnight what on earth had occurred
Changing his personality so radically
He had always loved the sea and the sun
As he swam and he laughed having so much fun
It was just like a magical wand had been waved
Whilst our happy-go-lucky boy slept
This boy who had woken was not our son
For a while and unbeknown to him
We named him Damien the moodiest Alien
He hardly spoke
His head held low
The occasional grunt
He would on us bestow
But then of course
He’d just turned thirteen
The dreaded hormones
were kicking in…
This image came to mind only recently
It had always made me smile
But sadly my son is no longer here
He was taken so suddenly in October last year
No warning at all aged just 49 years
Since he has gone I’ve shed so many tears
But recently whilst reminiscing a while
Remembering that day it brought back my smile
That day on the beach
Getting hotter and hotter
Refusing to move
Refusing to talk
Too cool to be seen
With his Ma and his Da
In his red bobble hat
And his green anorak
~~~
Over the years we three
laughed out loud at that…
Written 17th November 2020
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 46
Sponsor Brian Strand
10th place
I have known him for years.
This good friend of mine.
Always got me out of trouble.
Since the age of Nine.
Welcome to the free world, we say to each other.
As we graduate from University throwing hugs at everyone we see.
Our first real time we saw each other since graduating was in Paris for our friends Wedding.
We caught up the next day at Cafe De Flore.
I’m getting married in Berlin in three months he told me.
The look on his face was difficult to read.
Even for a friend I have known since before I would buy laced shoes.
How are you so happy? He asked me.
I have been out of work for a while now and been having a hard time getting employment.
“I am married to the my best friend, I got the promotion I wanted, but I am missing some part of myself, why am I not happy?"
Want to count something with me?
When I wake up in the mornings, after making tea, I count.
I count my blessings.
There is more to life then anything we can ever imagine but the key to finding happiness lies within our eyes, our spirit, our mind. Know how lucky you are to wake up, simply waking up is a gift, start there.
I saw him two and a half months later in Berlin.
I asked him, have you been counting?
I was late for work a few times he replied as we laughed.
Our talk at Cafe De Flore really gave me a perspective of my life I have been missing, thank you.
The next morning I had an interview in Berlin.
I was headed to get coffee and breakfast when I got a knock.
It was my best friend with breakfast which was a basket of blue berries more than I could count
"Part of a healthy breakfast” he says.
“A thousand blue berries should do the trick" I reply.
He says "no, the counting we will do together while having breakfast”
I never heard anyone count their blessing or have someone listen to my blessings.
I got the job, thanks to having a healthy breakfast with my best friend,
Instead of drinking coffee in the Cafes of Berlin.
WHAT!!
I did mean it when I said I’d be home after nine
So don’t stare at me like I’m uncouth
4 AM is after nine
So technically I was telling the truth
WHAT!!
You don’t believe I only had two beers
Why is that look on your face so smug
I’m telling the truth, it was only two
They happened to be in a five gallon jug
WHAT!!
Of course I’m able to talk straight
Damn right I’m able to stand
It’s just that you hurt me deeply
You opened the door and stepped on my hand
WHAT!!
Most accidents happen within 3 miles of home
That’s what insurance companies say
So I parked 5 miles down the road
And walked the rest of the way
WHAT!!
Of course I’ll be home early tonight
I don’t need you to give me fair warning
Would you still count it as early Dear
If it is early in the morning
WHAT!!
Form:
I've discovered why you hate them so:
You felt they delivered you a blow.
Not with sticks and stones; but words indeed
That you let obscure your friends in need
Who sing release when you let hatred go.
What have they done to warrant such disgraces
That you refuse to see their tearful faces.
Did they disobey your sacred rule?
When you offered love, did they act cruel?
Inflict on you a pain that's most invasive?
Now you shut them out of sight and mind.
Only wish that they respond in kind.
Now their gentle voices sound absurd.
Offer solace you do not deserve.
Offer you escape you failed to find.
Give yourself the break you've always earned.
Reason offers you a chance to learn:
You look on a world you felt betrayed
The darkest moral code a cynic craves...
I wait patiently, and voice concern.
give me the rhythm, a steady heartbeat
birth pangs are closer, the pain on repeat
music comes forth from creatures small and great
fat raindrops drumming,a new age awaits
wind whistles and moans through tall trembling trees
the mountains bow down with weak shaky knees
the heavens look on as stars light the way
one foot in the sea, another in clay
the rhythm picks up, crescendo,climax
water breaks forth as again Earth contracts
we time the pains with excitement and zeal
our lamps full of oil and garden is tilled
Watchmen wake up! we wait for trump seven
new age, new Earth, the Kingdom of Heaven
Elisabeth
Elisabeth Line, a lady coming in the car, I just watching a lady
A lady on the opposite side, in front of me with two children; Lives
Nice young lady, but where is the husband? I ask myself. No answer
The train slowly slows and stops, stops at a stop, in a station
At a railway station, the door opens, and a lady is coming, she sits down right
On my right side, hmm, I watched the two children and their mom; the lady sat down
Hmm. She was as if she wanted to sit on my lap. Hmm. Single lady. I am afraid
This is the reality in my life. I am afraid of women. I fear in this age of the woman.
I was charged. Hmm. Sexual harassment is not my style. True is the winner. I asked God
The Crown Court and the Police did the perfect investigation.
Vilmos is not guilty. – Thank you
This is the life. Real story.
It’s happened. This is happened in my life.
Oh, the lady beside me was so nice. Amazing creature of Life
Yes, yes. I felt her look on my face. Hmm, love from a life gone
Yeah, I just wrote on my phone my self-killer poems to life to bye
She watched the texts, the words on my phone – I felt the look of her
She read my sentences. I had a flame on my right cheek. Life gone
Hmm. Farringdon Station came. Said me: Get out! The Metropolitan Line is yours!
Goodbye, Elisabeth.
I don’t know who you are
I love you.
He was a midnight black stallion with little white spots;
Who only let me ride him, but others could not.
He had a temperament unstable, make no mistake;
His looks, not his personality, earned him the name of Snowflake.
Snowflake could out run and out jump other horses,
But didn’t like being confined to show jumping courses.
We received no blue ribbons and won no silver cups,
But out in the open that horse could giddy-up.
I preferred it with no saddle and he preferred it too;
My parents didn’t like it so they seldom knew
When Snowflake and I would go off by ourselves,
Riding through the canyons and the red canyon shelves.
One day he miss-stepped and off him I flew;
I broke my right leg and he broke his too.
I made my own splint and noxious with pain,
Somehow was able to mount him again.
Snowflake limped home, my tears mixing with his sweat;
The look on my mother’s face, I’ll never forget.
My leg was set and put in a cast,
But Snowflake’s ride home would be his last.
Now every winter when the first snowflakes fall
That beautiful fine stallion I lovingly recall.
I have left the canyons and my riding life behind
But a better, truer friend, I never will find.
By, Joe Flach
For Constance's Contest: Horses and Snowflakes
I went with both "Horses" and "Snowflakes", also using Snowflake as the horse's name.