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Poetry Soup, it has been a while
What has happened, so much death judgement vindication even when I was a child
Green mile I had to walk when my mother was deceased
I had to build up the courage and integrity
To continue at this point to express what was inside of me
Could it be who I am have been here all along
Although oh precious mother was called home
No phone I would never hear her voice
Stuttering like Abraham the father of many nations was reminding me my course
when she walked the last mile of life
I will move forward and become a stabled wife
It was many years I had to grieve
I never was triggered by loss but what was inside of me
To all which are continuing on your journey at hand
Make sure you heal, therefore you can stand
Straight and tall without a flaw
All has happened over the years to force you to talk
Even through poems, manuscripts and whatever can heal
A mirror can only be cleaned when you see who you are for real!
Except change and let of pain 2024!
Hello, Darkness, My Ole' Friend,
I've come to talk with you, again
My loneliness comes to set in
Why am I sitting here, chatting with sin?
What the hell did I do, to earn such my life,
That I have tried living true
I only seek to live peacefully
So, I need to figure this out, Indeed!
Why do I keep coming back defined?
My darkness takes me places
That I'm unwilling to unhide
The multiple times I'd catch myself
Openly conversating with me, I'd shelf.
Darkness:
Telling me I'm crazy
Should I be?
What the hell is happening,
From deeper within me
Into the depths of my soul I must go
Should it be a story foretold
It has never been so deep and deeply tolled.
I never asked to be born here into this world,
This is a catch twenty-two
Being born into this sin.
Who wants to be born into a place,
Where the Lies, Greed, Lust
Have no Grace.
Sex can be bought on every street corner,
Along with its diseases, it carries
Scorned, without a lover!
You are all too comfortable for me,
I know the place I'm unwilling to be.
Here you go, Darkness, My Ole' Friend,
With a bunch of Angry Smiles in its sins
I have been baiting you all the while
I will not walk with you one more mile!
That wonderful day in forty-five
Which made me feel glad to be alive
Returning home from across the sea
A chance meeting between you and me
Festivities raging in full swing
The feelings that living again will bring
I Looked across the crowded street
Saw someone looking Oh so sweet
In your uniform the nurses had worn
Slightly dirty, slightly torn
A lovely smile the captivated
Any man who would have waited
For your return to homely shores
That special person who soon would be yours
I did not know it would be me
All that beauty I could see
I smiled at you and dropped my pack
It made you laugh and look back
I plucked up courage just to try and see
If you would come for a drink with me
To my surprise you answered yes
From that moment on I would never guess
That love would smoulder for a while
I thought that you would run a mile
We danced the evening away until the dawning
At the Pallais Ballroom then in the morning
I took you home, not far away
And hoped I would see you another day
Next evening celebrations were still going strong
You would have thought that there had been nothing wrong
Least of all a six year war
That razed our county to the core
The rubble that used to be our street
Now flattened like a bedroom sheet
But no one cared no more wartime noise
Just people trying to regain prewar poise
Our first kiss I remember well
And it felt kinds swell
Your eyes were closed so I closed mine
Our arms wrapped tightly, it felt fine
You looked radiant despite the dust
I was shattered but felt I must
Keep you close away from harm
It must have been my magnetic charm
Not long later, a few dates more
I asked the question and I felt sure
You would say yes, which is what you did reply
We hugged and kissed which surprised a few people passing bye
I put the ring on your finger
And we named the day we did not linger
Married three months later to the day
You first smiled at me when you came my way.
After fifty years we are still together
It just proves that love can last forever
I still smile and laugh as I remember that day
When a beautiful angel came my way.
Barbie and Ken, Barbie and Ken,
They’ve been an item since Christ-knows-when.
He’s not Kenneth Connor, he’s not Kenneth Clarke
Just Ken in the daylight and Ken after dark.
Ken’s a rôle-model for American guys,
He spoons Freddy’s custard over apple pies;
His judgment’s keen ’cause he never took drugs
And when Barbie gets cold he’ll offer her hugs.
Ken don’t dance to rock-and-roll
He likes Motown, techno, soul,
Good with gadgets, quiet as a mouse
And ever so handy around the house.
Ken’s a smart bloke so he never gets drunk,
His eyesight’s keen on skis or bunk;
He’s devoted to Barbie, he’s neither rude nor messy
And he never slunk-out on a date with Tressy.
Politically he’s sat on the fence,
Right of Tim Farron but left of Mike Pence;
He’s not on Tinder and barred from Twitter,
Ken never hung-out with Gary Glitter.
Ken’s diplomatic and won’t cause friction,
He don’t use slang, has perfect diction;
Except on Sundays, he’s up-with-the-lark,
He ain’t a bit like Kenny in …. South Park.
Ken’s a loyal chap - always ready to smile,
He’ll drive their camper-van that extra mile;
He’s not Kenneth Williams, he’s not Ken Dodd,
He never raised hell, he was more of a Mod.
When Ken cries “brunch,” he’s never bluffin’,
He’ll pour maple syrup on your crispy muffin.
If you need more coffee he re-fills your cup
And if you nod-off, Ken’ll wake you up.
He signs autographs when he goes on-tour,
His voice ain’t deep like Kenneth Moore,
He’s not Kendal mint cake nor Kenneth Horne,
He’s just been “Ken” since the day he was born!
Barbie needs loving and Ken’s in her dreams,
He books the best seats, supports the right teams,
He still looks healthy, he never grows old -
When demand tails-off they’ll break the mould.
An owl takes off in silent flight
Listening for its prey's slightest move
For creatures which forage at night
Survival is a skill they must constantly prove
A heart shaped face belies its guile
Its head can swivel almost all the way around
It can hear a whisper from a mile
In many habitats they abound
An echo drifts through forest's dark
As shadows slither to and fro
Two eyes peer out searching for its mark
Talons ready to strike a deadly blow
Owls send out their "ho ho hoos"
To warn other owls to stay away
From lofty perches they have full views
As they rule the realm they survey
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10-12-19
Writing Challenge October - 2019 - Bird- Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Sophie Helen our cocker spaniel pooch
Loves nothing better than a tiny little smooch
She can hear the ham container the second it pops
Jumping to the top of the couch; her wiggle never stops
We laugh that she can hear a candy wrapper a mile down the road
She loves sugar, beef, and table scraps; she is such a funny toad!
Her best trick by far is running with her stuffed duck in her mouth.
She grabs him for courage, when things seem to turn south.
The duck is called “her baby” and we laugh about it a lot.
It is decrepit, falling apart, with a broken neck, surely distraught.
But it is her baby and she comes running inside
To get it in her mouth when other dogs would be looking to hide.
We see her run back out through her dog door so quickly.
The duck’s head is bobbing, it’s eyes glazed and thickly.
Sophie Helen is our guard dog. She barks strangers away.
Gets so angry at the delivery guys each and every single day.
Another trick she has is the trick to fall asleep everywhere.
On a rug, bare wood floor, bed, couch, or towel covered chair.
Her little dog tongue, lolling out of her mouth, showing pink.
She looks quite dead, but her snoring is loud and succinct.
We adore this little pup, she is our baby, tis true.
If you came to visit, she would be so barkingly angry with you.
Until you had been here two seconds, then she would be in your lap.
Cuddling up in sweet friendship, taking her sweet doggy nap.
“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.”
Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see?
If you marry, think of how poor you will be.
You’ll not get one cent from your mother and me.
Go give back that cheap little ring and be free.”
The daughter cried, “No, I’ll give you up instead
if I must. I know what my grandparents said
to you, Dad. They thought you were out of your head
to want a rich, pampered girl. ‘Not her,’ they pled.
And, Mom, how did Grandma and Grandfather feel
when they met my Dad-to-be? Did he appeal
to them as a good choice? YOU said they had real
concerns. He seemed somewhat rough. So you would steal
away to get married. Your choices were right.
THAT—they now admit. Though you’re happy and quite
successful, as newlyweds you had to fight
your folks’ disapproval, and money was tight.
We’re burlap and satin—as once were you two!
Our future will have a much rosier hue
if you bid your coldness—and not US—adieu!
We don’t want your money. Your blessing will do!”
Date:March 12, 2018
Contest Title: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen placed 5th of 10
February 24, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 21
June 21, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's contest Your Choice (12) Love Verse
June 5, 2021
entered in Anthony Biaanco's $ Contest placed 8th (of ten placements)
My legs ran fast; my back was strong
those sunny days when life seemed long
and whispered possibility!
A loon far off was mocking me.
Instinctively, I took a road
and asked few questions as I strode.
But as I moved along carefree,
a loon somewhere was mocking me.
While strolling on, I did not stray
far from the path along my way,
found neither fame nor infamy. . . .
but one lone loon kept mocking me.
I felt my body, like a length
of relic fabric, losing strength,
and as it tattered, I could see
the loon that had been mocking me!
It’s now with care and with some dread
I tread to where there waits ahead
the lake that mirrors destiny. . .
That lone and mocking loon is me.
From July, 2010
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Robot Monologue 27
Hello! Is anybody there? No?
According to the papers found today
And rusting rubble everywhere
Time apparently had passed
The world abruptly ended
People and machines like me did not survive
The past is now what passed forever
Apparently I've been off line awhile
In my storage box a mile underground
For months, most likely years
It’s just not clear when I came back to life
I can’t remember or it does not compute
Obliteration is not something to forget
I’m sure there is no cure or fix
There’s nothing left to do but walk in solitude
When the earth comes back to life again
A billion years from now
With man, machines and other oddities
To blow themselves to pieces
I’ll do it all again
Walk the world alone until it ends
Or go down with them like I’m supposed to
Like I was built to
The Crystal Cathedral
A mile underground it rested
A cavern as large as a football field as high as a house
Hot as hell and as wet as the largest ocean it existed
Thriving in a world that would kill life
It grew and changed slower than a human can watch
Minute crystals grown into pillars hundreds of feet long
New crystals grew from the bodies of those who fell from their perch
Unknown and unseen for a half a billion years it waited
Opened by accident by ignorant men who changed you
It was not their fault
It was meant to happen
Today’s world would not allow this cathedral to stay alone
Samples were taken and sold to tourists
Artificial light replaced the darkness of its home
Air conditioning lowered the heat and moisture of the air
Your world was destroyed
More and more crystals fall and cover the cavern floor
Eventually the church of crystal will again seal away from the world
It will again grow and thrive at least for another half million years
Or until another ignorant man has an accident
And it will die another slow death at the hand of man