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I love chess
This is my favorite game
Whenever I play it, I am bless
Make friends on the game is my aim.
I learn chess
When I was fourteen
Since then I play it and never cease
To play my entire life in between.
I play chess
Whenever I'm sad
It's my therapy for stress
I play also when I'm glad.
I treat chess
As strategy to cope everyday strife
There are roles of every piece
On board that is relatable to life.
I believe chess
Originated in India I was told
As a way of life, the game is played for peace
Propagated in Persia and the rest of the world.
I want chess
In every sports news column
I want to see it played in plaza, in mall or any place
I want it included in program for educational curriculum.
I find chess
Fascinating, intellectual and fun game
It give me peace and happiness
And a little claim of fame.
No one encourages me, they do not realize you see
I have accomplished this, I have accomplished that
I did not get rewarded, I've done my best
I passed the test
I look great, I look nice
But they are cold as ice
They did not acknowledge me
Encourage yourself.
I did the best, I went all out of the way
Noone rewarded me, not an extra pay
I, I, I
My, My, My
Encourage yourself.
Realize that maybe some people are jealous
Does not know what to say
Encourage yourself, if it is every day.
GOD rewards us, Life is life
Recognize, maximize your goals. Don't be surprised.
Encourage yourself.
Look in the mirror, place a note on the wall
stop going around feeling sad, sorrowful, go to the mall
As if there is no tomorrow.
(Until Jesus comes, never know)
A pad, a paper, a board
Saying; IF NOON ENCOURAGES ME, I WILL MYSELF
I CAN DO BETTER, AT MY BEST.
Complaining, complaining, complaining
Me Me Me
The world is not surrounded by you
You are surrounded by the world
Given to you in tough love
I give you your recognition with all the great things you do
Now stop feeling sorry for yourself, Say it to.
Sure we want praises, love, support, honor, recognition
We may get it. At times we may not
Just be thankful, grateful go on and about
You are you, they are they
Just keep the Faith, and Pray Pray Pray.
Another Christmas season has arrived, at last
and like so many others from Yuletides past,
I'm glad some things have remained unchanged
Although the furniture has been rearranged.
Across the room, a fire crackles and burns
Jenny has grown; for love, her heart yearns
I recall when all she wanted was a baby doll
and skates for the new ice rink in the mall
I've been unpacked in just enough time to see
my family hanging ornaments upon their fir tree.
Garlands of holly berries and popcorn strung
The green velvet stockings beneath me are hung
There's gingerbread scent and carols on the radio
Dad sneaked a kiss from Mom under the mistletoe
The angel nods to me as she's lifted into place
atop the tree. She once told me her name is Grace.
There's old Kaci, the collie, fast asleep on his rug
Grandpa looks sad. I wish I could give him a hug
Mom is headed for the mantle to give me a shake
She's always gentle, taking care I don't break.
I was a gift from her Mom on Christmas, long ago
when she had asked Santa to please bring her snow,
but snow didn't fall in the South where she resided.
I was the closest thing Santa had lovingly provided
Tears fill Mom's eyes as my snow starts to flurry
I've become a bit cloudy and that makes her worry,
but I'll see her smile again Christmas Eve night
when she puts me in Jenny's stocking by fire light.
December 15, 2020
Christmas Poems ~ Old or New
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France
Well I originate from way up here
you see these water drops called rain
but when temperatures fall I do appear
for I'm ice, most folks call me a winter pain
You see I freeze into all shapes
now if you hold me I'm really cold
and when you do I'll get impatient
for I melt turn to water, not like gold
In winter all you car drivers hate me
for I form all over your glass
harden fast on the windowpane
needing scrapers to get me off fast
Now I'm not finished with you guys
so to the roads and motorways, I go
making it slippery so can't brake fast
but if you use your sense you go slow
Dangerous I am too on walkways about
in winter old folks can get nasty falls
I cover their ways so to slip and slide
but hey I'm Mr nice(ice) in your mall!
(I have written this poem from the perspective that I am ICE speaking from its personal perspective.)
Dumpster dive with me my dumpster girl
So nice to have a slice of life called home
An upgrade from filthy cardboard boxes
To cast iron cans with plastic flip top lids
Live side by side with me my dirty love
Grazilda lives in refuse too
Our intimacy in containers is taboo
Pink for her, a receptacle in blue for me
To while away the hours in primordial goo
Just behind the mall by the parking lot
Surrounded by debris and talking trash
Obviously we don’t shower
Our love will last at least an hour
On Sundays we climb the near by evergreen
To the tipsy top we go to hang out loud
Pounding our chests like Tarzan and Jane
Screaming obscenities as we sway
Swinging is a way of life and lice are free
I scratch her back and she scratches mine
One day we will move in together
Friends don’t need two dumpsters
We will sell the pink one to some stranger
Someone smart with a shopping cart
The mall is right there by the tree
People are always looking for bargains
Who could ask for anything more
A dumpster by a department store for sure
Look no more because Grazilda comes
Limping towards you in torn and tattered rags
A crooked smile with one good polished tooth
To seal the deal, to melt your hearts
And she speaks Latin with a slur
Buy one can and we will throw the trash in for nuffin
12/30/20
Their stuff they are flashing
Towards others they are bashing
They get a kick out of it, and continue laughing
They think they are all that
Against me, you'll fall flat
And never get a call back
Just another small cat
Who always tries to talk crap
When you see me, panic and walk fast
Come get it, if you want the ball back
Or continue being a mall rat
Life showing so much beauty and turning ugly
Knuckles often bloody
They always find it funny
They got so much money
And your struggling, daily and monthly
Often self-inflicted
Or from addiction and prescriptions
By myself can't always fix it
Often need help, just can't kick this
Until I'm fully committed
Go figure
There really is a bigger
Picture
I'm working on vigor
And rigor
How dare you litter
Got no time to bicker
Or remain bitter
Don't care if we differ
People often thinking they are quicker
Richer
Slicker
And thinking sinister
Most just trying to get through winter
Not getting upset if they lose and aren't always the winner
Or going around and calling others a sinner
Just trying to remain chipper
On both sides of the river
It warms the soul, or gives you shivers
I'm not being a kidder
Here's the kicker
If you want to be a trickster
Prepare to be chopped liver
Four characters that we know well
have problems they all want to tell
in therapy group.
To get all the scoop,
let’s eavesdrop, for all is not well!
Believing no more in himself,
sits dear Santa Claus and an elf
who is hating his work.
Santa says, “What jerk.
I should put you back up on your shelf!”
The elf, in a huff, then fires back
(for confidence HE does not lack),
“I believed in you once,
when you weren’t such a dunce.
Old geezer, go stuff your own sack!”
The anger inside the room grows
when Rudolph, who hates his red nose,
screams, “Don’t say such stuff.
St. Nick’s work is tough,
and MY job, dear elf, frankly BLOWS.
You elves get to go to the mall
and smile at the children and all.
No one’s calling you names
as you play reindeer games.”
The elf yells, “At least you’re not SMALL.
You think you have woes? Look at ME.
I’m called silly names constantly.
There’s a song about YOU
and your red nose debut.
Geez, a hero you’ve now come to be!!
An elf is an elf all the same.
Kids don’t even know my real name.
Reindeer get names like Cupid.
Well, your name should be STUPID.
What I would not give for YOUR fame!”
A snowman sits stoically there.
He turns to the arguing pair.
“A carrot’s MY nose!
To death I have froze,
yet I’m melting right now in this chair!”
The crime families have met
It’s all been flogged and settled
The crime of all crimes
The crime of the masterminds
They have met with the hackers
And the behind the scene masters
The plot is in play
Let all the world fall prey
Bankers will fall
Poets will run over to the mall
With their two dollar money orders
All for fame and obvious fortune
Any fraudster knows
To bring all the gullible in to binge
The prize must be huge
Huge and as heavenly as sin
If you never have to pay
Make the prize a billion they say
In gold or in fools all told
Oh yes this tops even Thomas’s crown
Affairs and petulant airs
They love the sound of their own voices
Living in a world with few choices
For those still seeking fools gold
Anything they don’t understand
Must be evil
Burn those whom don’t adhere
To our negative trump like ears
These brilliant pyramid men
Have figured out the perfect scheme
Send me two dollars
The contest is different than it seems
If you cant tell a template from the evil gate
Or an amateur student like affair
You are as blind as the guard
In the museum of fraudulent despair
The super tramp of
Krispy Kreme
Has reported live
The crime of the century!
As they hurried to the door, the sounds of laughter and shouts from outside faded but never completely disappeared. They could still hear the teenagers chanting and the Bunny making sarcastic comments to keep the situation wierd. Their distraction technique was working, but they knew they couldn’t linger. Gus looked at Penney, who farted
again, because his berating look, lingered.
Gus inserted the key into the lock, and with a satisfying click, the door swung open to reveal a new challenge: a room filled with sparkling lights and a shimmering floor that looked like a galaxy of stars. Hanging above were various musical instruments—an odd assortment indeed, from ukuleles to maracas to instruments of torture and bdsm.
“This place is amazing!” Penney exclaimed, her spirits lifted by the sensory overload. “But how are we going to solve the next puzzle?”
Suddenly, a loud thud reverberated from the room they had just escaped. Michael's voice boomed through the door. “You can’t hide forever, Penney! I’ll get you, I'll get you a free bus ride to Butler Pennsylvania!”, it blurted.
“Time’s running out!” Gus said as a tingle of panic shot through him. “We need to make music together!" Penney's eyes lit up. "Maybe that’s the key!”
Gus dashed to the nearest instruments. Penney a bit bummered out, grabbed a maraca while Gus took hold of a be-dazzling tambourine. With an improvised beat, they tapped and shook, creating a rhythm that filled the room. Just as they began to lose themselves in the music, the room responded; the walls shimmered brighter, and notes floated into the air, intertwining with the delicate air raisin like sounds they created.
Suddenly, the floor lit up, revealing a beautiful pattern that corresponded with their tune. It was clear now—they needed to hit the right notes to unlock the next door. They took a deep breath and focused.
With every shake and strum, they gradually deciphered a melody, one not only full of life and attention but filled with intention—an anthem of escapism against Michael’s looming threat. As the final note echoed, a door on the opposite end of the room slid open.
No matter which road or street I drive down,
I always seem to end up at the mall,
And that is not all,
My wallet seems to take the same drive to the mall,
And I find cash in the car where I swear there was none.
Is there no way for this destination to forestall?
So my financial situation can recover from a fall,
And I can find a road that was there before the mall.
Maybe it is time to go back to driving a manual,
One like Dad had that used to take us on a country crawl,
To find people home instead of at the mall.
Another thing I have noticed is that even when driving in another city,
I don't even get the luxury
Of driving to a mall that does not look exactly,
Like the one I thought I had left for someone else to have the opportunity,
Of trying to bypass for the country.