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Mister Miss
Mr. Miss is a man indeed.
He can't catch a cold let alone cold feet.
He lives in a house with his mother and sister.
Mom is named Louise Mister and his little sister is Missy miss Mister.
It just so happens to be a mixed family of Mother, brother and a sister; named Missy miss Mister.
I have a brother, Mr. Miss Jr.
Poor guy, he's too obese, he broke his scooter.
He doesn't live with us and he's absolutely no fun;
because he keeps braking chairs; every last one.
And even the couch, he broke that too.
He's my son and use to be a strong Mister by far.
Now he's so large he cannot fit into a car.
Liposuction filling jar after jar...
Poor guy has it real, real hard.
Kids call him names such as stupid tub of lard.
Enough about him.
Let's focus on us.
We lie cheat and steal and keep it on the hush.
Hair brush; no such
Fake teeth mold us.
Stretch marks that you can't even see
Make up and mascara
Brushes and red blush.
It's a shame that you and I are so dang insecure
Manicure pedicure spray tan and then some sort of perm.
A brother, a sister, a mother and a Mister Miss make up one happy family.
Funny fun names and it is oh so true you see...
Mr. Miss is a man indeed.
(Last poem submission for a while, I need a break, and to write some relevant poetry. You all are awesome! I'll be back soon.)
2024
Finally, New Year Eve has arrived.
I must be quick to make up my mind,
To delete, remove and let go of all the Apps he installed,
The things he said, the messages he sent, the words he wrote,
The happiness he created, the work he helped,
The troubles he made and the pain he caused.
Within a brief encountering of 6 months,
A fun filled relationship,
A sweet memorable friendship,
Turned to bitterness and nightmare.
My head said: remove, delete and quit.
My heart sank and cried no tears.
Nothing to say, to write or to hear.
Soon, apart, we all shall be happy.
That was what I hope at least.
What does he think? Nothing and nothing.
Like the sun lights up the sky,
A little girl when she was born,
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole her papa's heart.
He became her nanny and cradled
Her to sleep, there was no bed
Comfortable enough,
but only in his loving arms
Until it was time for him to leave.
He was "mama" until she was two.
He would try to correct her;
"No, Papa."
She'd say, Mama with a smile.
He nourished her little mind with
Nursery rhymes and songs.
He taught her Math, English, and Spelling.
Taught her to ride her first tricycle,
To hold a baseball bat
And keep her eyes on the ball.
To kick and pass a soccer ball back and forth,
He cheered the loudest when she outran the boys.
Love between both of them unconditional.
She's now thirteen, with a smile that beams like sunshine
And eyes like stardust glistening, our greatest joys;
A garden scent where mums and sunflowers flow.
Having outgrew grandpa, it was grandmas turn;
Grandpa encouraged.
Her extra sunshine, giggles, laughter, and happiness
That come from deep inside when we shop
For party dresses, make-up, and
Once in a while a bookstore.
A photo-shoot on a footbridge or garden,
Lunches at Olive Garden or Gringo's for Mexican food,
And ice cold-fruity slushy drinks before going home.
She would text and still does to say,
You and grandpa or the best grandparents ever.
This little girl that that lights up the sky rules our hearts.
11/11/2019
For one night, we loved a lifetime.
We found each other in a world of darkness, drawn to each other by fate or love.
Living each second like it was our last
Neither of us knowing what the future holds
But for one night, just that night we tried our hardest to make up for thirty years of lost love.
Never in my lifetime will there ever compare my one night, to any.... No all others in the past of the future.
Your body and mine, were meant to be together. And our fit and our passion will forever be written Inda stars as a night of total alignment in the universe.
And for one night just one night you were mine.
I should have left you in the past
and not dragged you into my present.
You should have stayed with memories
of tank tops and Mary Quant make up,
school discos and music by Mud.
The long lazy summers preceding adulthood.
When you arrived in 'now' you didn't belong,
it seemed strange; didn't work somehow.
You squinted to try and see me as I was
and I you, but it jarred and mismatched -
it didn't fit despite the trimming
and the sanding to try and make it.
So now you're gone again.
Settled with the dusty photographs
and nestling with teenage reflections.
Back where you belong; in the attic of the past.
Sweet late night kisses
In a familiar parking lot,
Hold me longer and don’t lie to me
Comforting lies are not enough.
I’ve been on my own for so long
I’ll wait a month longer;
I close my eyes and I can see
your wrinkled hand holding mine
on a sunny 80 something bench.
In your arms, I found reason to
Forgive all my past mistakes
I found a way to let go,
Let this strong and accepting heart
Be fragile and hopeful again.
I fear to become like Florence
The beautiful lady upstairs that danced alone,
That died alone.
Take me with you
Dance with me,
Let’s dance under this forgetful moon.
You whispered you only dance for love
And you’re dancing with her.
I prayed for you to come away with me,
But now I can’t pray for myself
I can only pray for your happiness.
I’m crossing the days that make up this month,
Days take over nights
As nights take over days,
And yet time is so still.
One month,
Is too long for my tired, doubtful mind.
Maybe I should forget you,
Let you dance with her.
I shall dance alone,
Alone;
Just like my beautiful Florence.
We’ll Ride a Horse Down Rocky Path
We’ll ride a horse down rocky path
Fall in love in the aftermath
Well do-si-do and do it right
Me and honey can dance all night
Roll away to a half sashay
‘neath the moon’s where we’re apt to stay
We promenade around fig leaves
with rolled up jeans and shorter sleeves
Hanging out in the doghouse tree
I circle left and she don’t leave me
Promenade with a giddyup
Be home in time for kiss-make-up.
Allemande left as we make things right.
all things beautiful, all things bright.
Weave the ring, a forever link
All ‘lone till life turns blue and pink
"Line of inquiry: given that we are a soul having a human experience, reincarnating life after life and that too with memory of past lives erased each time we take birth, what is the purpose of this exercise?"
Sponsor - Unseeking Seeker
Often have I pondered this question.
Still, I don’t really know.
Is it merely to populate the earth?
We are not protecting or even feeding the population we have,
This cannot be the reason.
Some believe that our succession of lives, enables us to be better with each new life.
We cannot remember our last life, so how can we learn from it?
This can’t be the reason.
Maybe its to ensure progress on this earth.
So, we can each be instrumental in the progression of mankind,
With Inventions, discoveries, breakthroughs in medicine, science, engineering, and commerce.
However, it is only a few that achieve such accomplishments.
So that does not explain why we all get a chance of reincarnation.
Another conundrum I have is if I am a Republican in one life, will I come back as a Democrat in the next? If I am a male chauvinist, will I come back as a woman and if I am a racist, will I come back in a minority class? Are we here merely to equal the scales?
My next ponderance is this: If there are 8 billion people on earth today, there won’t be enough people from past lives to replace all 8 billion, because there were not 8 billion people last year.
New people must be created to make up the numbers.
If not the population would never increase.
I am afraid I have not answered my own questions.
One thing I do know is why I am here in this life.
I am here to have nurtured my parents in their old age.
Their combined age made the 94 years that they were older than me at the time of my birth.
I am here to have loved a man in marriage for 52 years and with him raised three wonderful human beings.
I am here to have friends and family I care about.
I am here to give thanks to my Incredible Maker Who has given me strength and fortitude to overcome evil and to be joyous in the wonders life has afforded me.
I am just one of the 8 billion, and I do know why I am here this time.
Optical illusions
Seeing is believing at least that's what they say
Sometimes though, what our eyes see leads us astray
World banks and their buildings are so, impressive to the sight
Promising financial freedom, while profits, like birds take flight
Political leaders, world rulers, seem so confident giving their speech
Fulfilling their vainglorious promises however, is often out of reach.
Physical beauty of men and women is often just simply superficial
When cosmetic surgery alters images, they end up looking artificial
Actors and singers, superstars, have their stylists and make up on
All are not as they appear, broken idols ever seeking a glory long gone
Religious leaders with their pomp, showing off illustrious vestments
Optical illusions promising salvation while minding their investments
This world is full of hypocrisy promising things but they are only lies
Optical illusions at their best, but it's time to open our eyes.
John Derek Hamilton
February 12,2016
Elena is a visiting nurse, she's
also my sister in law.
She shared a story with me,
that practically dropped my jaw.
She didn't mention this couple's
name, there are privacy laws.
But she shared a story about,
this oriental man that took some
ba__'s
Don't get me wrong they were
a nice couple that had some
medical needs.
Elena was there to help, take
care of her patient, provide some
medical assistance and oversee.
She got to know the family and
became good friends.
There was one little problem
there was a language barrier
both didn't understand.
It was frustrating for Elena
trying to communicate with
this older man.
Wung would make up words
and Elena would nod her head
to make him think she'd
comprehend.
I guess she nodded because
she didn't want to hurt his
feelings to show that she
didn't have a clue to what
he was talking about.
She just didn't understand
Chinese, no way no how.
One day Wung asked her, "You
like ucky chicken?" She
replied, "What?" He asked
again, "You like ucky chicken?"
He told her, "You comma with me!"
He took Elena in the kitchen took
out a frying pan, some cooking oil,
and a chicken for her to see.
He put the frying pan on the
burner, slammed the chicken in
the cooking oil, and said
"ucky chicken, ucky chicken!"
Elena looked at this Old man
trying desperately to understand.
Elena said, "Oh you mean fried
chicken!" He said, "yes!" "Yes!" "ucky
chicken, ucky chicken!"
He said, "You aaaaamericans ucky chicken in the hottttt oilllllll!"
Meaning to say. You Americans fry chicken in the hot oil.
Elena practically fell on the floor
laughing for what she had heard.
In his words he thought he was
saying fried chicken but his actual
words said, well you get the picture.
LOL!
Michael Tor 10/2 2015 (True Story)
Dedicated to my sister in law Elena.