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Scenes from the casual flow of life
Full risen when the mental void prints.
"Notice their vibration as minor strife."
It may also include some rich hints.
I share your circumstance at present.
There is a voice and a wish for anyone.
Finite cues abide urging, all is pleasant.
The view is weak as you've utmost won.
Where the trees, water, and sky all meet.
If you face an acute tone, it's trail we'll greet.
It seems that it held ideas, for instance.
Similar to epic rich verse with drowsy cadence,
crafted the epigraph on a civic stone.
We are trying to grasp the fading tone.
Written: September 30, 2022
St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus
Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies
On the way to Damascus
To arrest followers of (Father) Christ
Was blinded by mysterious light
Heard himself called by name Saul, Saul,
“Why do you persecute Me?”
Fell to the ground, asking
“Who are you?
Lord?”
“I am Jesus
Whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:3-5)
After encounter
His life changed dramatically
He received baptism to Paul
Became Apostle of the Gospel
Inwardly Transformed by Divine love
Had met in the person of Father Christ
He wrote “Life I now live, in the flesh I live by the (Eternal) Son of (Eternal) God”
Who loved me and gave Himself to me
From being a persecutor
He became a witness and a missionary
Founded Christian Community
In Asia Minor and Greece
Travelled thousands of miles among all kinds of dangers
His martyrdom is all for the love of Father Christ
Written: 2011/6242018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Back when he was seven, our son won a contest
In his class, his turkey recipe adjudged the best
He was so happy, floating so high on cloud nine
but first prize was something less than 'quite fine'
He had to follow his recipe, cook our Thanksgiving meal
a prize which to his parents had no real appeal
As our son had never used the oven before
we planned on having problems galore
Sure enough, the new chef got off on the wrong foot
as into a pan, a frozen turkey in its package he put
Yet since the poor lad was so new to this game
we simply chuckled a bit, refused to lay blame
at the feet of our son, and explained so politely
that a turkey frozen solid won't cook quite rightly
He listened to us wide-eyed and dutifully
then gave that bird time to thaw proper-beautifully
Only --- so excited to start, he forgot the next instruction
which caused more than just some minor destruction
to the thawed bird, which was still in its package
as it entered the hot oven, awaiting the wreckage...
Well, you can imagine the looks on our faces
hearing the turkey begin to 'pop, crackle, snap'
For a moment, horrified, we were frozen in our places
before opening the oven, to a thunderous clap...
Our son was despondent; we had to cheer him right up
So we smiled our best smiles and said, "Just add a cup
or four of water to the pan--- after we scrape off the plastic"
~ I thought that my wife's laugh sounded a bit spastic
But our little budding chef put his heart into the task
and he basted that bird, doing all we had asked
So. when we finally sat down, and clasped our hands to say grace
~ You should have seen the big smile on our happy son's face
October 27, 2019
Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Maybe I’m just being petty
let me state my case are you ready
When we first met your swagger
made me stagger honestly
I stammered over your use of grammar
Like a hacker who was
attacking with your rap....
Your words were so deadly....
Such a clever endeavor
whenever your around
a bearer of wealth and treasure
leaving me bound
Silently you’d sit,
yet righteously you’d come back violently
leaving those who tried you, lifeless
Your very vibrancy excitedly delighted me
How they would think themselves majorly
Lol but truthfully only minor league
Always hittin what you were spittin
don’t you agree
We were a dynasty
I say that modestly
Always being the talk of society
we were their delicious tea
Over time now I wonder
do you still notice me
Or perhaps Im just too devoted see
I’ve promoted my motive endlessly
Lowered my guard just a poetess,
writing poetry
Noted all the unknowns graciously
As I’m steadily trying to
write impressively
Countless pieces I bring in
a myriad unnoticed seriously
So curiously am I petty?
You got me
I guess that’s it
point, blank, period
that’s the tea
Opus Mysticus
Let us enter... and be silent.
My insanity hangs on the wall with all the other Van Goghs.
Sleeping snugly between semen stained sheets
and saliva creased pillow cases.
Inundations and vivid remembrances
of days dead and hours traumatized.
You and the skinny one behind the wheel.
Whistling depressing dirges in D minor.
Your vituperative Mein Kampf of the ages!
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Young children bathing in the quagmire of Eden.
Bellerophone on Pegasus riding through Hell's Kitchen
in the upper east side.
My problems are but pinned butterflies
quasi-embalmed in glass cases
seeking in futile
the sweet revenge of past indignations.
Where are they now?
The artists of Transcript Necco?
Of Zoot Horn Rollo?
They're down on the dark city streets
off in dark scummy alleys
jamming till the lights go out.
Elucidations.
Proclivities.
Paragons.
Intense disaffections.
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Sitting on a chair facing a barred door,
Awaiting trial, although a minor charge.
His life was ruined, what had he in store?
Was sure the judge would his sentence enlarge.
Pleaded guilty but not for the car theft.
He fancied a joy ride on the highways
Allowed his common sense just go bereft.
Cold judge decreed a fine or thirty days.
An angelic lass was in love with him.
She gladly paid the fine to escape jail.
The judge agreed knowing 'twas but a whim
Found a job and see that he do not fail.
He succeeded and soon his lesson learned
And in quick time her heart he quickly earned.
REGULARS
Wednesdays, Fridays and
Weekends are my shifts.
When I am there, regulars turn up
which is as exciting as getting gifts.
Let’s start with Carole and Jackie
having so much energy in the morning.
I can hear their voices from down
the road to my adoring.
Two coffees or two teas but
never gravy and water from peas.
Always having a story to tell,
And we always have a laughing spell,
Having a sense of humour that is hip and quick,
I do see Carole licking foam
off her wooden coffee stick!
Moving on to Angie and John,
“A pot of tea please" the kettle I go
and merrily put on. I’m still baffled
by their self-fixing Corsa car.
On evenings, they enjoy going
to The Southcliffe Bar. They love
Bridlington except for when
it’s busy in the streets.
I’m always delighted to see them
come in and take their usual seats,
A 70/30 split heated sausage roll,
as they ask me about a potential
minor TV role,
I ask what cafe’s they’ve been to,
and always hear the portion sizes
are too big to get through!
Josie on Saturdays with
her telephone phone call,
I love saving her “shipping order”,
it’s no problem at all,
Getting up to all sorts like
gardening and swimming at the leisure centre,
It’s always a delight when I see her enter.
Wendy comes in at the end of the week,
seeing her brings a smile to my cheek.
It’s nice to see a fellow author,
having wrote a book about
Sewerby with a co-author.
Paying for her shopping on her
mobile phone up to date with her tech,
She’s so advanced I bet she hasn’t touched
in years the likes of a cheque!
There’s plenty more who come in off the street,
The most brilliant people you’ll ever meet.
Being so privileged to have gotten to meet them
all over the span of seven years,
I certainly owe them a few beers. So cheers!
There are things that are downright embarrassing. Some things you keep to yourself as long as possible, don't even tell your spouse if you can somehow avoid it. A minor distraction can turn geniuses into mindless imbeciles. Not that I have ever been either. However, there are people who will try to make you feel like imbeciles, but geniuses, not so much. By all accounts, perhaps I would fall somewhere between the two.
I returned one morning from taking my granddaughter to school. When I arrived at my house, the big loud garbage truck was picking up the garbage just beyond my driveway. I pulled up the driveway and tuned in to the 'all-important technological advancements in picking up garbage'. I was so focused on the driver's job that I forgot my own job of turning off my ignition. I left the engine running, which I could not hear due to the loud garbage truck. I then exited the vehicle and locked the doors. When the truck pulled off, I heard my own engine and realized that I was locked out with the engine running. I could have simply walked into the house and told my wife. She would have gladly handed me her keys, but not without a laugh, and she would have talked about it into old age. I also did not want to call my insurance on a 'lockout' of that sort.
So I was stuck for a while that seemed an eternity. Of course, I wasted more time just trying to figure out a good way to hide my mindless deed. In the Suv, my back window latch had a defect that I eventually remembered. I was never so happy to be the owner of a vehicle with 'a secret passage when one is locked out, and stuck with way too much pride'. Anyway, I'm not sure if I ever shared this dilemma with my wife. So please don't tell her.
08122017PoSoupContest, Remember, Shadow Hamilton
1.) I’m mostly brain-dead nine to five,
But suddenly I come alive
When I have an idea for a song.
For me there is no greater boon
Than putting lyrics to a tune.
I feel like a genius all day long.
2.) Music sends you to foreign place:
Around the world or outer space--
Russia, China, Africa or France.
It can raise you up or take you down
With a major or a minor sound;
Lull you to sleep or make you wanna dance.
3.) Music is so fundamental,
You might say its elemental.
It’s in our cultural identity.
Babies can sing before they talk,
And like to dance before they walk.
Seems it’s hardwired in our circuitry.
4.) We proclaim our liberties
And reverence our dieties,
With our anthems and our sacred hymns.
My hope for ‘eternal glory’
Is a catchy song that tells a story.
For me that is like a priceless gem.
Chorus
The Nirvana in my universe:
Composing clever rhymes and verse,
And putting them into a melody.
Choosing a scale to fit the words
Helps me find the proper chords--
Turning chaos into harmony.
The Valley Of Love And Delight':
An anniversary feting mine birth (date),
a plan we almost didst ditch
nonetheless the general game plan
soared like an Eagle,
and went off swimmingly (into a dive)
hence we chose Wegman's with doll finned porpoise
minus a sue per stevedore tailored hitch
cuz the China Jade restaurant
near Collegeville Redner's
nearly felt cold as ice dining niche
as if we accidentally
got highjacked to Siberia
where heat took precedence
verses restaurateur eatery reputable pitch
thus despite praise worthy Yelp reviewers,
whether they be named Poe or Rich
hard, earning their keep whose fingers
hut till lee diploid across
warp and weft to stitch
together disparate threads
weaving a webbed whirled Magnum Opus
where thoughts analogous
to this aspiring paperback writer exerts,
(whose muscles twitch)
in an attempt for phalanges
tortured as going every which
way with to craft a non ode us paean
from deep within thy bowel
applying me magical diving rod –
essentially a computerized dowel
which makes a dinging sound,
or emitting an odor most fetid and fowl
unintentionally inducing creatures
large and small to howl
at the abominable cursing and swearing
using languages that lack a vowel
sound - clouding ability to communicate
to remain steadfast
with intent thwarted by (third eye blind)
minor detour of fate
three doors down and celebrate modestly,
NEVER thought to "FAKE"
forgo wing NOR deferring
time to be spent with
a gluten and MSG free
NON GMO endearing sibling
NO whey iz she dee snide dour twisted sister
hood moost likely become irate
invested in marriage to a loving mate.