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Anna Liisa was Great-grandmother's name. She emigrated from Finland at the beginning of the 20th century.
I have only one memory of Anna Liisa from back when I was 10. She was elderly then and had come to live with Grandmother.
She sat in a big, comfy rocking chair in the far end of the living room. We young ones, my siblings and cousins, were a bit scared of her. She had a strange countenance, as old people do, and spoke only Finn.
My brother says he remembers her. At that time he was a terrible two, but he swears now, when he talked to Great-grandmother he understood every word that she said.
He tells us that one time Mother had to correct some of his young misbehavior, and she spanked him square on his little behind. He says that made Great-grandmother laugh and say, "paha poika," which translated means "bad boy!"
dear Anna Liisa
your language was as foreign
to me as you were
Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to rest on an old-fashioned school desk sitting there.
It reminded me of the one I occupied in my school days, I do declare!
My thoughts drifted back through the misty past to reminisce and ponder.
As I caressed its oaken surface with my fingers, I began to wonder.
Did it once grace a simple one-room prairie schoolhouse in Indiana?
Might it have come from a rustic schoolroom in the state of Montana?
The slanting top of the old desk was scratched and with ink was stained.
I saw faint initials carved by an idle lad whose attention span had waned!
The varnish was worn off the folding seat by many a squirming kid.
Wads of chewing gum still adorned the underside of the folding lid!
I recalled sitting at one of those uncomfortable desks trying to stay awake!
As Miss Ruth droned on and on, all I could think of was the recess break!
The room reeked of oranges and fried egg sandwiches we'd bring to munch.
Kids of means paid a dime to eat finer fare in the lunchroom for their lunch!
I recalled the thwack on my knuckles of Miss Ruth's ruler to get my attention,
And what awaited me at home for misbehavior with growing apprehension!
(A clerk noting my glazed eyes asked, "May I help you sir? Is anything amiss?"
"Nah", I replied. "If you please, I'd like to stand here awhile and reminisce!")
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
"all of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
Quote by _Constance La France
As the world celebrates Mother’s Day with triumph
affectionately, I cannot but reminisce my Mom
Artencia (her lovely name) whose vitality upholds me up until now
affirmatively marking my steps along the way…
Always grateful am I to God for my interesting journey
asserting praises for giving me my Mom
along her unconditional love, nurturing and nourishing me well
around her womb at the onset of my existence…
Aware of Mom’s unceasing presence
ah, my heart found haven in her gentle hands
approved by her care, pacified by sweet lullabies
assuaged against fear, especially during visits to the doctors...
Apprehended with misbehavior as a child
assured am I to have Mom as disciplinarian and mentor
amidst her compassion, mercy and grace
ascertaining to impart virtues that I now have as orphanage guardian...
Accompanied by Mom along significant routes
armed was I with choices and decisions by her guidance
and while I confess my stubbornness, contradicting her, still I admit
actually, she aided me in my journey to become the woman* I am today.
Proverbs 31:30 “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.” King James Version (KJV)
Dramatic Monologue with Alliteration of A
May 17, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge A Quotes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/20/2023
Exhilarating feelings quiver passions within
Breaths of fresh air crooning love that begins
Amid delightful musings in hearts of kindness
Refusing to grasp the fear with their blindness
Whispers of hope glorifying my eternal Savior
One who gave me freedom from misbehavior
Murmuring thanksgiving for such a joyful peace
Knowing I must decrease so that He can increase
Sentiments of pure and precious love flow through
Filling my life with views of amazing grace that grew
From moments spent with Jesus filling up my heart
With inspirations to accompany me from the start
God gave me His precious Son so that I might not die
He died on Calvary’s cross, bringing calm I cannot deny
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(4)any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
July 2, 2020
Oh! mine oppressor
Why bully me?
I am quantum living energy
HARRIER
And the Creator has made me
You called me ugly
Tattered torn but yet I'm beautiful I am molded and formed
HARRIER
You rascally rascal unappointed annoyer antagonizer
Bully why bully me
You stick me point at me throw rocks and stones at me
HARRIER
You abuse me then you miss use me
And you call me anything but your own
You fall asleep and even in your dreams you disown me
HARRIER
You call me things that are not real the opposite of
What I am and even you know this is real
Partaker misbehavior benign horrible joust
HARRIER
They say covenant breaker the acting such a Faust
Browbeater mistreater you look unto me as though I am not your equal
Browbeater you hiding behind your mask.
Intimidator and harasser and you sir are not all that
HARRIER
Your demeanor of me this meaning
and your faith is discord your haven is misbehaving
You calls this trust and have it havoc everything
And everything that you speak I am not listening to
HARRIER
I Will not partake of it step away I do say oh beast of burden
I speak Peace Joy Love
AND I release all that discernment up on concernment
That negativity that you spew and throw up I am the opposite
HARRIER
Of the negative you say I am golden I am chosen
I am worthy I am of Him and I'm in His image glorious
Wonderful Beautiful energy and I shine brighter than a diamond
HARRIER- Amen
6/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
6/1/23
Ride of the Scarecrow Clan
(To: Mittens)
She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep her from coming to harm!)
The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty
with whiskers that whisper her charm,
wild white whiskers that whisper her charm.
But the angels grew jealous, much too overzealous,
they schemed up a dastardly plan,
that they stole from a medicine man.
They would use and abuse all their magic, so tragic,
to conjure the Scarecrow Clan,
for their devilish dastardly plan.
The Clan owed them a favor for past misbehavior,
behavior so foul and so cruel,
they would ride when moon became full!
When the moon elevated they rose animated
to drown Mitten’s in the cesspool.
As they hunted they started to drool.
Hunting high, hunting low, riding ‘round to and fro,
the Clan frantically searched helter-skelter,
for young Mittens who found a safe shelter.
As they howled and they growled all the air became fouled,
but they couldn’t find Mittens’ safe shelter.
“When we find her, in acid we’ll melt her!”
Could these four scarecrows stoop to even new lows
as they hunt by light of the moon?
(Better hurry the dawn will come soon!)
Long they hunted and haunted but she was undaunted,
she laughed at the bumbling buffoons,
while she purred out some kitty cat tunes.
Curled with grace in a space near the warm fireplace,
for the Scarecrow Clan fears the fire.
(Just the thought of it makes them perspire.)
Low they lurched as they searched in the fields near the church,
growing desperate, dejected, and dire,
for the sunlight will make them expire.
Then dawn broke Night's dark cloak with a big puff of smoke
as the angels’ black magic was shattered,
and the Scarecrow Clan riders battered.
Under natural law the Clan turned back to straw,
and their straw o’er the cornfield was scattered.
She'll be safe now and that’s all that mattered.
13-March-2020 (Friday the 13th). First Place in "A Rattling Rhyme" poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
The human-felt sensations, in no particular order.
Through touch, sight, sound, smell, and taste. But also pain and occasional misbehavior
Gentle, hard, rough, loud, hot
Brittle, bruising - feel or not?
Bitter, harsh, moist, sober, bombed
Bubbly, juicy, smooth and stoned
Pressure, burning, shake and sting
Wetness, freshness rains bring
Ache and pain, vibration, shock
Trembling, loud, aftershock
Balmy, biting, piercing, high
Fresh and fishy, airy sky
Humid, hurtful, salty, light
Floral, noisy, quiet, bright
Bumpy, scratchy, scalding, tight
Firm and foul, dull, delight
Aromatic, faint, lush
Distant, medicinal, brush
Deep, dark, damp, dry, dusky, tart
Soft or hard, stiff - a la cart
Faint, firm, inflamed, wet
Booming, burning, scalding, sweat
Noxious, thirsty, yummy, stale
Squeaky, spicy, windy gale
Faint, crispy, foul, sweet
Sunny, frosty, cold or heat
Shiny, tasty, silent, warm
Wasted, tipsy, smashed - the norm
Shapely, snuggly, calm or tense
Hairy, ticklish, pleasant hence
Zesty, solid, oral, close
Tender, penetrative dose
Solid, sour, spongy, sting
Rhythmic, soaring, weightless swing
We, the humans, feel and sense
List of words are my two cents
Paint a portrait, doodle, skit
And the image is complete
May 7, 2025
I learned to spy on adult behavior
as a child, totally out of control.
For when sent to bed for misbehavior
I would secretly peek through the keyhole.
My parent's world included make-believe
pretending telling white lies didn’t count.
And I would watch them socially deceive
knowing they wouldn’t be called to account.
I'd hear them laugh at their friend’s naughty jokes
that would have earned me a spanking for sure.
And though at times they seemed someone else's folks,
their hypocrisy was mine to endure.
The invaluable lesson for me,
was, always block the keyhole with a key.
(Sonnet)
Jan. 24, 2019
SLAP THE MUSE AND TURN IT LOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
"I baptized you in the name of Father
and of the Son of the Holy Spirit...."
Our relationship has began...
I was welcomed to the life of Christianity
Taught to walk and be Christ-like...
I have professed my faith but do I really know Jesus?
From Virgin Mary to God's only Begotten son...
Do I really know Him?
Do - I - really - know - Him?
I am put to shame of how I was like before...
But never have I not fully realize until then...
Unperceivable by the naked eye
Into the out-pour of trials and troubles
He remain my faithful enduring friend
To Him no pre-paid loads or high even low - signals
One heartfelt sincere whisper in the air
On the right time, always, He answered my prayer
Into raging storms, where there are brownouts or blackouts
Through His inspired writers of the Bible, I read
By His stories, His living words, light is aglow no doubt!
Down to my confusions to my staggering thoughts
I look to my surroundings: sunrises; seas, butterflies and flower buds
He is there consoling my woos, refreshing me, keeping me appease
From my weaknesses to sins I have wrongfully committed
By persons He sends, there are corrected misbehavior..
There is forgiveness, healing and whole restoration
He is my teacher; my Spirit lifter and my ultimate Savior...
I have not much of pennies and goodies
But my soul rejoices for by His amazing grace
I am provided; I am being loved
If am alone and got no one...
I close my eyes, with the gust of the wind
In the stillness of everything
He saturates me with His Holy Spirit, His Holy presence
For He is my Jesus, the Lover of my soul...
by
olive_eloi
1:42 am
04/02/2014
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CONTEST: JESUS AND MARY FOR EASTER
SPONSOR: DEBBIE GUZZI
3RD PLACE, PRAISE GOD.. :)
Angry words have fear-mongering consequences,
said rhetorical behaviorist Hillary,
then Kamala, to Donald,
we would no more peacefully
and compassionately select a Donald Trump as President
than we would bipartisan co-invest to win Donald Duck for Empire Builder.
Words mean things,
said linguistic behaviorist Anat
to her fellow Economist Collective,
and the absence of kind words means something too.
We're not sure what
but I place my bet
on more discommunicating eco-political
ego-apartisanship.
FatherSun enlightenment led toward EarthMother liquidity.
We know this from our indigenous history
of Yang/Yin Win/Win
environmental science books
but this is difficult to see
how exactly this could be
without sufficient silence to recall
what dipolar co-arising energies lie in wait
within this shared bilateral brilliance.
Fire and water,
progenitors of stardust
eco-empowering,
sacred ecologizing
fertile organic planets
birthing health moisturized wealthy regenerations.
To paraphrase bodhisattva Joanna Macy,
Co-invested communing economics
is not more wishful monopolistic thinking
(or messianic ideation).
Active political gathering verbs
enlightening sacred habitats
do not wait for renowned
divisive
drowned-out
dis-organic trauma issues
to be reverently resurrected
and religiously re-membered
by monoculturing Donald Ducks
or by some Anti-Other quacking
self-serving colonization
of patriarchal monotheistic
discommunicating misbehavior.
Active Hope wakes up in love-life's ecological
EarthMother baptismal beauty
wonder
fertile light and flowing power sabbath
on who's silently communing behalf
we can act in sacred light
for animated
organic
polyamorous co-empowerment.
To the responsible Hillaries, and Kamalas:
Follow positively cooperative light,
not so much darkly threatening
reactively monolithic
swampy miscommunication.
To the authoritarian Donalds:
Follow your competitively brilliant
SunFather responsive truth
with EarthMother beauty
loves polyculturing liquidity,
not so much your prized
monopolistic
and monotheistic
anthro-patriarchal
discommunicating fear and anger
military-industrialized pathologies.