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The sky is a lovely robin's egg bright blue,
and the wind so wild it steals my golden hair.
The summer market- full of things farmer's grew,
there is a sweet delicious smell in the air;
of vegetables for my summer eating.
Each summer day is beauty but is fleeting!
I rest on an old bench- pigeons visit me,
proudly strutting then a loud noise and they flee.
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July 9, 2018
Poetry/Rispetto/Summer Rispetto
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1040-509-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Summer Rispetto
sponsor, Barry Stebbings
Second Place
Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried
A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their
Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must
Take place, the procession wound its way along the mountainside until they came to stop, before a new rock
Hewn tomb its giant circular stone door was at the extent
Of its channel; and the interior of the large semi-dark space
Could be seen, at this juncture as his male disciples carried
Him inside the earlier muted sobbing gave way to wails of
Grief.' More tears were shed by the women, as his body
Was clad in a linen shroud, all those who loved him knew
The door would soon be rolled shut.' Leaving Him in the very Dark tomb.' After those who felt able had paid their
Respects, the tomb was emptied and at least eight men of
The temple guard rolled the big stone door into place once
This was done a roman centurion witnessed wax seals put
From tomb to door as a defence against unappointed men
Rolling back the door, and a rumour that this man, this Jesus would escape ? And he would be proclaimed alive
And ressurected.' Which would not please Claudius in Rome.' After a little the centurion ordered the people to leave and he placed a guard of thirty leigionaires around
The tomb along with the same ammount of temple guards
The day passed and the next.' The third night finally came.' and a loud noise came from where Jesus was entombed..The Lord was creating the first negative photograoh of His sons body.' For from darkness the greatest God would re-new, 'this son' and raise Him from
Death to life; amen.!
I have a fluffy cat named Snuggles. She is total tranquility- at peace with
herself and the world, but, oh my gosh, she is one lazy cat who lives by her
own rules . . . when I do yoga, so does she- does a good Happy Baby Poise.
she sleeps 90% of the time (on a pink blanket in the center of my bed)
she meows, one meow when I touch her
but is quiet most of the time
she never eats too much at a time
but eats a lot over time
has piles of toys that she ignores
except the squeaky ones (at night)
sometimes hisses (not sure why)
she rules me . . .
likes to lie on her back with her feet in the air (Happy Baby Poise)
checks under the kitchen sink once a day
stands in the bathtub (not sure why)
drinks from my tea cup
wraps herself up in my front door carpet
helps at the computer by sitting on my keyboard
enjoys the sun curled up in my in box
has been known to eat bugs on the porch
and flower petals and leaves (that make her tummy upset)
gives me kisses in bed
licks and rubs her face in my long hair (purring)
takes up most of the bed by stretching out as long as possible
never, ever eats people food
runs away when she hears a loud noise
does only what she wants and when she wants
rules mean nothing to her
loves visitors from a distance
treats are tops in her opinion and she needs them often
sleeps pressed against me on the sofa as I watch television
gives me unconditional love
and I love her to pieces . . .
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July 23, 2019
Poetry/List/List-regarding my CAT
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1168-341-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
While out driving, I couldn’t help, but stop and explore an old Victorian manor on a knoll. The unkempt courtyard was barred by a rusty old gate that had a chain and busted padlock to keep intruders out. My curiosity over took me as I gazed at the ivy and brush covered decaying building. Seeing no harm, I walked up the broken creaky steps on that silent eerie, deafening evening as a cold chill raced up my spine, even though I had a warm winter coat on.
To my surprise the weather-beaten door opened slightly when I knocked on it. After peeking in, I slowly stepped inside to a musty smelling great- room. As I started walking across the creaking rumbling floorboards, a warm breeze blew pasted me and slammed the front door shut. I jumped and let out a tide of nervous mumbling as I moved farther inside. There was a barren feeling of life as I eyed the dark musty, rundown old neglected house.
Dry rot had taken over the ceilings from being empty so long. Rats had run across the decaying dirty floors, huge fly filled dusty cobwebs in every corner. Despite the decay of the old manor it somehow retained a profound grandeur with an old run-down grandfather clock even though it had stopped living years ago. Making my way upstairs I thought I could hear low sounds of screaming, weeping crying of terrified voices. I couldn’t shake the niggling that something was amiss when I heard a loud noise coming from the attic that sent a chilling cold feeling down me. Hearing a door squeak open, I turned and raced back down the stairs.
Stopping in the great-room to catch my breath I jumped when I felt something rub against my leg. My head jerked down only to see a black cat purring and rubbing my ankles. As I looked up the old clock started to chime and with a click the front door swung open. Reaching down I scooped up the cat in my shaky arms and ran out the open door to my car.
With the cat curled up purring on the seat beside me, I raced toward home wondering what caused me to stop. I could be sitting in a nice hot bath or curled beneath my warm down comforter.
8/17/2018
I still hear the loud noise
of your quiet footsteps,
marked across unpolished,
weathered wooden floors.
Childhood suppressed expectations,
starved for genuine praise,
dwarfed by the presence
of a silence never broken.
My inner struggles suffocate,
captivated by the hidden door
latched forever
by decaying, hardened paint.
Scars of turmoil refuse to yield,
mercilessly triggered by this prison,
locked by the one key
still held by you.
A stitched fabric of fortitude—
resembling a carved brand of honor—
is the silent hero I grasp for
in moments of aching defiance.
When the weight of unimportance,
and callous neglect,
rears its ugly head,
demanding more
than my essence can endure.
Still, here I am.
Not asking for forgiveness.
Not asking for explanations.
I am letting go,
just like you did.
I am my name
If you remember my name, you have my attention
Pronounce it well, you have my trust
I am nothing but my name
My name is a certain point in time
They remember the time, they remember the weather
My name is that weather I will never remember
My name, a moment in time
I am my name
Inherited from lost loved ones, I never met them
They see them, when they see me
If I fail them, will they blame the name
Call my name, slang it, chant it, whisper it
Loud noise does not drown out my name on a roll call
All my senses heed the call of my name
I turn my head, raise my eyes, I’m diverted from my stride
My name, I will forever hold
Crossed out on short lists, I still keep it
Lost in the struggles, it emerges out of rubble
My name is the only thing that remains, after dust to dust
Keep it and give your memories a frame to hold what’s past
Form:
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs
ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
`knock-off.'
Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.
There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.
Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded weapon.
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet
Till a very loud noise woke me, sounding like a riot
I put on my fluffy slippers and creep down the stairs
The lounge door is open, and I see the sofa and chairs
My heart is beating quickly, like a drum in my chest
when I espy black boots poking out the chimney breast
With my eyes as big as saucers, I squeal with delight
Santa Claus is visiting, but something’s not quite right
I said, “Are you ok Santa?” Santa said, “No, I am stuck
Please fetch Papa. He has a crane on his rescue truck”
Papa dresses quickly and phones men and ‘older’ boys
Santa must be freed, so he can deliver children’s toys
The rescue goes smoothly, and when they get Santa out
He said, “I shouldn’t have eaten that last Brussel Sprout
My belly is so bloated. I’ve got a buildup of smelly gas
I’ll climb back on the sleigh where foul wind I will pass
Santa sprinkled magic moon dust into my wide eyes
So, I won’t recall what's happened; Santa is very wise
Papa carried me upstairs to snugly tuck me into my bed
where I dream of saving Santa in his wooly suit of red
Early next morning, I spy sled marks in deep snow drifts
Santa Claus has visited, and left me piles of fancy gifts
I tell Papa all about my dream of rescuing Santa Claus
I see sooty footprints on the rug, I think I know the cause!
An old cow Bholi and it's cub were running
Hard to save their lives from the flogging
A young boy having stick with lather laced
Was chasing them, showering flogs with mighty hand.
Bhola:
Mom, why we are beaten so bitterly?
What are our faults today?
My young blood is running hard in veins
I want to teach him a lesson just now
If you allow me to save ourselves
I can hit him with my sharp horns.
Bholi:
No! No! My dear ,don't do this mistake
For God's sake, Please
First run hard to save ourselves
After an hour hard race
They were facing face to face
Breathing hard under open sky
An angry ox not a cub now
Asked questions for proud now
Why did you stop me to teach him
A lesson in his method, poor cow?
Bholi:
My dear Bhola
Your name and my name were fixed
By my kind master who loved both us
The chasing boy was his only son
I didn't want to hurt my master
So I stopped to hurt him.
Bhola:
What a ridiculous!
Kind master kind master
A homeless foodless
Jobless timid cow
How could you justify it?
Bholi:
My dear son
The master and his son are not our real enemies
Our real enemy is UNEMPLOYMENT
Now i am barren due to old age
And you are jobless due to machineries
The few years ago i gave them milk
And bull helped them in farming.
I couldn't say how much they loved us.
NO WORK NO FOOD
This is the rule of Nature.
Bhola:
If no work, no food is the rule
I will fight against the rule.
I will raise my voice for dignity
I will fight till last breath.
The earth is not only for humans
It is also for us.
I will fight, I will fight
I will strike for sake of you.
Bholi:
Please don't do this nonsense
Nobody is here to hear
You will get punished, dear.
Some rebellious bulls
And their leader Bhola
Was standing in midst of highway
A loud noise for deaf ears
WE WANT JOB
WE WANT JOB
GIVE JOB US or BREAD US with honour
We are not lazy and crazy .
Theirs voices were lost
In crusade of traffic jam
Some cops came to solve the jam
Rebelion Bhola declared mad
Soon they shot down the bull.
At a galactic social greeting
The universe had a major meeting
Over an issue that needed some work
Seems they'd all about had enough
Of the bad boy on the block
Commonly known as the Earth
Seems he's caused quite the ruckus
Since day one among us
Is what most planets and stars had to say
And when it comes to the Moon
We've all but about lost our view
Since Earth came along and got in the way
Plus all of the loud noise
From the parties to the wars
The occupants should really quit it down
Yes nothing's been the same
Since the day the wild Earth came
And settled in on this side of town
From all of the rocket ships
And circling of the sputniks
It's like a giant game of dodge ball
We have all tried to get along
Holding hands, Kumbaya...well you know the song
But this isn't working out at all
Wondering what all they could do
You simply can't turn the Earth loose
Creating havoc from one end to the other
There was not one single thought
From any in the entire bunch
As they all stared blankly at each other
That is until the planet Mars
The mischievous one of course
Said I have an idea that just might work
We'll all do something to upset the Sun
When he flares the Earth blow up
Then we can take all the left over dirt
Where we'll fill in all the holes
On the Moon with the Earth's soil
Putting it back into original form
And once that deed it is we do
All of us and the new made up Moon
Can enjoy the life we had before Earth came along
...so when you see the brightest light
quickly kiss your butt goodbye
as that flare soon enough will end the play
can't say it hasn't been loads of fun
once medium rare now very well done
Kraft would be proud at this ultimate Shake 'N Bake