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No mystery here.
I’ll speak the truth,
Whatever that truth may be.
Some say truth is relative.
How can that be the case?
What’s relative is our personal slant
Seen through a particular shade.
Truth stands alone.
It doesn’t change.
"Truth is like a lion.
You don't have to defend it.
Let it loose...
It will defend Itself."
Facts can’t be manipulated.
Beneath all structures
The Matrix stands unmoved.
It can’t be annihilated.
Consciousness governs the essence
Of life and is what keeps it spinning.
Everything else, we hang upon
Its structures and accept in acquiescence.
Not truth, but conjecture,
Projection for personal gain.
The Truth is much more beautiful
Than we could ever imagine.
It smiles at our naiveté
And continues to hold
The universe together.
*Dr. Robert Malone
Copyright Chula Fleming © Sept 30, 2024
Know Me
By Deanna Malone
The leaves have fallen the sky is gray,
no birds are singing to help brighten the day.
I start my day with a smile in place
for all to see I have dignity and grace.
\My saddness hidden i'm on my way,
to a job that doesn't quite pay.
\For here I am, mother, father,
friend and foe,instructor,provider
and the list goes on and on you KNOW.
\I strive for growth,perfection and peace,
I must give totally of myself
there are young ones I must reach.
\I am shaping the minds of Doctors, Lawyers,
Preachers,and Teachers.
\Though unappreciated I move forward,
with a light in my eyes anda song in my heart,
I must always be fair, kind and just for in
my hands the future you intrust.
\Do you Know me now? I am teacher indeed
and its not about what Igo through only about a childs needs.
Summer
Wildflowers dressed in colors, reaching to the sky
Sunshine is bright and yellow, warming the dirt makes it dry.
Sky so blue, clouds white fluffing shapes of dragons, rabbits and puppies.
Trees, bushes short and tall, watching vines climb the wall
The air is warm, the breeze is slight, it’s a summers day, all is right.
Children laugh, birds sing, butterflies flutter with colorful wings.
Time to swim and bathe in the sun, lemonade and ice cream
Summertime is all for fun.
Come outside, take it all in, fish, hike, ride a bike.
Summer is fresh, summer is bright and everything is alright.
Deanna Malone
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
...Juanita and max had a poke,
but the next day, when she awoke,
he sat on the edge of the bed,
looking vacantly into space.
Said,”This can be only some fun,
and I can never be ‘the one,’
all that I ever loved lays dead,
and I am not long for this place.”
There was great tension when he spoke,
his voice was just a ragged croak,
the man was a great mass of pain,
more than she’d ever seen before.
She said,”I’m not some dreaming girl,
you’re not the first man in my world,
but if you bring down Malone’s reign,
you can come here if you want more.”
He said,”Best not let me inside,
for when I’m done I plan to die.”
That week he went and tracked down two,
he did not brag, nobody knew
what man was plaguing Malone’s gang,
or how he could be so lethal.
The first man was shot in the chest,
the other three times in the breast,
and the next week a man did hang
with his pistol cylinder full.
And every night Max lay with her,
would leave before Juanita stirred,
weeks passed and more villains fell,
he even killed Malone’s right hand.
Until one evening, in blind rage,
Malone to the bar angrily came,
said,”I’m sending all of you to Hell,
unless you reveal this damn man!”
Max rose and said,”Lt’s go outside,
it’s far time that I make you die.”
Outside went this fate-bonded pair,
timidly folks crept close to stare,
then Max’s gun quickly came free,
from his pistol fire did spit.
The bullet struck Red Maone’s back,
he cried,”You filth! Honor you lack!”
Max said,”You killed my family,
honor has nothing to do with it!”
Red Malone bled out on the ground,
his death seen by all of the town,
Juanita took him to her bed,
she knew well this was their last time.
Come the next day he made to leave,
she said,”Could you not stay with me?”
She stroked her stomach, and she said,
“Could you help raise this child of mine?”
Utter shock came quick to his eyes,
“I-I told you…I want to die…”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Limericks written for St. Patrick's Day
Celebrate the Irish in ev'ry way
It's said in tales of old
Leprechauns buried gold
At the rainbow's end it was meant to stay
It's a day for dancing and wearin' green
Shamrocks in the hair of each colleen
To Erin Go Bragh, a toast
A holiday loved by most
But kissin' the Blarney Stone's not my scene
The Emerald Isle's heathered hills are lush
where on a Bonnie lass you'll have a crush
Walking on Dublin's shore
Or on the grassy moor
You can steal a wee kiss to make her blush
The seventeenth of March will soon be here
St. Patrick's Day arrives every year
Jameson~ take a swig
Then dance an Irish jig
Or imbibe Guiness with lots of good cheer
The time will come when this holiday ends
And I'll wish my days here I could extend
Irish blood flows in my veins
Here, part of my heart remains
I'll just sing Molly Malone and pretend.
The weekend is here again
And if I have my way
I'm going to spend my spare time
Watching films starring Doris Day
In nineteen forty nine
Ten years before I was born
Doris starred with Kirk Douglas and Lauren Bacall
In 'Young Man With A Horn'
She appeared with Gene Nelson
In 'Lullaby of Broadway’
And played Marjorie Winfield, a tomboy
In the film 'On Moonlight Bay’
'By The Light Of The Silvery Moon’
Is a film I’d always wanted to see
It was a sequel with the same characters and cast
And made in nineteen fifty three
That same year she made 'Calamity Jane'
A film I like very much
Featuring songs 'Secret Love’ and 'The Deadwood Stage'
Not forgetting 'A Woman’s Touch'
My late mother’s favourite film was 'Young At Heart'
In which Frank Sinatra played Barney Sloane
Doris's co-stars were amongst others
Gig Young and Dorothy Malone
In fifty-six, Doris starred in Hitchcock's
‘The Man Who Knew Too Much'
She first sang ‘Que Sera Sera' in this
It had the Master of Suspense's sinister touch
‘The Pajama Game' is one of my favourites
With the song ‘Hernando’s Hideaway'
If Frank Sinatra had accepted the leading man role
Janis Paige would have replaced Doris Day
My favourites are the ones
With Rock Hudson or James Garner as Doris's leading man
Whether shown on terrestrial or cable
I always try to watch them when I can
I’m waiting for the postman
He hasn’t been round yet
Because I can’t wait till he delivers
My Doris Day box-set
I was born on Altair, a star in the constellation of Aquila
and the twelfth brightest star in your night sky.
After my family and I decided to move here to Earth,
we quickly learned to blend in, so we could no longer fly.
Our spacecraft is buried and hidden under the Sphinx,
I have lived in numerous countries over the past 2000 years,
for it's not uncommon for Altairians to live 4000 years or so.
Careful not to reveal our true identities for humans have many fears.
Because of our longevity, we can't stay in one place permanently.
Currently, I reside in Australia, the land down under,
They are a very loving and warm people that we are fond of.
I live on my Pat Malone (alone) and is it any wonder.
Our mission here on Earth is top secret but I can reveal this much,
We are more interested in studying your various kinds of birds,
For the human race to us is rather dull and frankly quite absurd,
We also have no need for language but are fascinated by your words.
There are 72 alien species living amongst you all here that we know,
Not all of them are friendly like us and there are many in politics,
The most threatening of them all to our peace are the Reptilians,
other gentler species reside on farms or dwell out in the sticks.
I hope this has shed some light on my background and life till now,
I truly wish I could divulge further information to you thus far,
Your governments are already suspicious and we don't want that,
Just know that originally all mankind first ventured from a star.
13~June~2017
For Where are you from contest
Sponsored by: Joseph Soper
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I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
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Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone