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When Missy came to the party,
It always truly began.
Her smile lit the room.
She was the essence of the life of the party.
We thought she knew it.
We did not tell her, because to do so
Would seem redundant.
She must know; we all knew.
When she did not show up in December
At our company Christmas party,
We called her house six or seven times.
The phone was always busy.
She must be doing something else, we thought,
Oblivious to the knowing that was going to surprise us.
That Monday at work people met me with pink eyes.
“Missy is dead,” they told me.
Dead!
She was only twenty-four.
“What happened?”
“She took her own life.
This did not compute.
Missy, the life of the party,
The one we all turned to,
The one several of us confided in,
Missy had given up on herself?
Didn’t she know we needed her?
Didn’t she know she was the rock of our department?
Didn’t she know her listening skills kept some of us from quitting?
Would she have ended her wonderful life
If it was truly so wonderful?
We got to know each other that day,
And told stories of how Missy had
Helped us, many stories, uplifting stories.
I left work knowing that she had known
Me, but I truly had not known her.
She had been my confidant.
She had been my favorite listener.
She had been there for me,
But how many time had I listened
To her?
Would she have given up on
Herself if I had been a better
Friend?
I would never know.
Oh my
You seem to be very quiet now
Funny you see
Was I you said to be quiet
Oh Daddy
Where is your smile?
Finally I can admire you
Lying there carved in red
Oh daddy
You always dressed me up so pretty
In church I was the belle of the Mississippi
Buried now, you underestimated this little missy
Oh Lordy
Have mercy on my little soul
The devil inside me had a go
He though shall never ever ever touch anyone so
Oh mammy
You closed your eyes
You blocked your ears
Never to see your little daughters tears
Oh No
They want to send me to a crazy place
I am normal, tiss the adults a disgrace
Let them try and place me in that closed little space
Oh no
I sit and stare
I will get you all
Of that you need not dare
Don’t close your eyes
With my knife I could be here or there
Desi DeRotten was not easily forgotten
She only wore cotton, and was easily besotten.
Missy Fit heard about her, and got sick a bit.
She has incredible wit, unless she senses a nitwit.
Swede Glooginfloggin fell onto my toboggan.
He hurt his shoulder, his ribs, and his sniffing noggin.
Petunia Patch thought he might be her match.
She invited him to dine, but he said “some other time”.
They were all participants of the dating app Plenty of Fish.
Desi DeRotten thought he would find himself a real dish.
Missy Fit was looking for a man with hair in a big batch.
Surprisingly someone else had signed up Petunia Patch.
While everything’s still out of synch,
A long flight gives one time to think.
To take a step back from the brink,
Commit the journey’s thoughts to ink.
To muse a little more...
A final skip across the pond,
Returning from the great beyond.
The distance makes the heart grow fond;
I’d gladly upgrade for the wand
That whisks me to my door.
And though I’d make the trip again,
Seems like forever since I’ve been
In Lacey’s Spring, right ‘round the bend
With Frances and my daughter Gwen,
The grandkids I adore.
I think I’ll stay at home a while,
Embrace the gravel with a smile,
Take Missy for a wooded mile,
Find tasks as joys and not as trials,
Let God show what’s in store.
You cannot go, ‘cuz you’re still here;
You cannot leave what you hold dear,
And if at first, that seems unclear,
When it resolves, then you’ve come near
To wisdom at its core.
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Third Place Winner
for the "Form J - Just Write Me a New Poem" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
written 03/91/2022
I classified this as a tail-rhyme,
since it is aaaaf, bbbbf, ccccf, ddddf, eeeef.
It is also a quintain, but since the tail is a shorter meter,
it seemed be better characterized by that description.
I looked at myself
In the mirror today
Saddened by the shadows
That refused to go away.
I saw my red hair
In a wicked disarray
And I couldn’t help wonder
How I got this way.
Then the door opened
And my son walked in
He looked at me
Then started to grin.
The greatest treasure
You cannot win
It’s a blessed miracle
Your heart will spin.
"You’re pretty mom"
He said to me
Then gave me a hug
As tight as can be.
It was then I knew
I held the key
To a valuable treasure
That numbered three.
Then suddenly he turned
And walked away
Leaving behind
A warm sunny day.
I looked at myself
In the mirror today
And I saw an angel
Smile my way.
I have three beautiful children, Missy 18, Mariah 16, and Danny 10; Both the oldest and
the youngest have......ADHD and hence have matured at a slower rate. But all three are
the greatest gifts I have ever received and I love them with all my heart and soul. Each
one has special qualities that individualize them and make them a treasure to behold! I
am proud of all three of them; and I hope they know just how much they mean to me and how
much they inspire me! I love you gang!!!
There lived a young girl in the town,
so sad and a little bit down.
Her Grammy lay sick in her bed
and had to be cared for and fed.
Each day she would get in her car,
though Grammy was not very far.
Dressed up with her red-hooded coat
with basket she'd visit, devote
an hour, maybe two, by Gram's side,
who'd smile with eyes open so wide;
Gram called her 'my Missy Red-Hood',
and loved her as much as she could.
One day she saw Grammy in bed,
but something was strange with her head.
She quickly moved closer to see
why Grammy looked so differently.
At once she was pulled down, amiss...
received a romantic big kiss!
'Neath blanket hand rose up to bring
a beautiful bright diamond ring!
Now Grammy, in corner aware,
relaxed in her brown rocking chair,
enjoyed this great drama just staged.
Her Missy Red-Hood was engaged!
So Missy's boyfriend and sweet Gram
were pleased to unfold their great plan.
They borrowed the old fairy tale...
Instead of a wolf, there was Dale!
Then Missy and Dale soon were wed,
and Grammy got well, left her bed.
Their life was as good as can be.
And so this tale ends happily!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Theme: Little Red Riding Hood
Judged: 02/06/2016
"DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME"
SEPT 16, 2017
SHOULD I B FEELING GUILTY,
WAS THERE SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO?
DID I NOT DO ENOUGH 2 SHOW U
ALL THE LOVE I HAD INSIDE 4 U?
IF U COULD SAY 3 WORDS 2 ME,
WOULD IT B WHAT I WANT 2 HEAR?
WHEN I KNOCK ON HEAVEN'S DOOR
FOR U, WILL U PUSH ME AWAY
OR HOLD ME NEAR?
THERE'S A MILLION QUESTIONS
THAT I HAVE INSIDE, AND
A MILLION MORE THAT KEEP COMING.
LIKE, WHERE R U NOW?
ARE U FREE FROM ALL UR PAIN?
IF SOMEONE ASKS U ABOUT ME
WOULD U EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME?
I HOPE I'VE NEVER LEFT YOU DISAPPOINTED, OR EVER LET U DOWN.
THAT ALL YOU'VE DONE 4 ME
IS SMILE WITH ALL UR PAIN
YOU NEVER FROWNED..
I WANT U 2 B PROUD OF ME IN HOW FAR I'VE COME..
FROM SMALLEST TO BIGGEST,
THINGS THAT I HAVE DONE,
EVEN THOUGH U LEFT ME MOM...
I'D NEVER SAY UR NAME IN VAIN..
ALL THE QUESTIONS I HAVE,
I GUESS I'LL HAVE MANY MORE..
JUST PROMISE ME YOU'LL BE THERE
THE DAY I KNOCK ON HEAVENS DOOR?
LOVE UR LIL GIRL MISSY
He is a bit unusual, you will have to eat outside, my pet.
I was warned, but still, did not understand quite yet.
It was a blind date, and he came wearing a Russian hat.
But wait, it was not a Russian hat at all, it was a huge cat.
You must be Shirley, he said. He had a lovely sweet smile.
I am glad to meet you. May I sit down for a while?
We had a lovely conversation about the weather and my job.
He introduced me to his Cat her name was Missy Mob.
Missy Mob hissed at me a couple of times after my food came late.
Don’t mind her, he told me, she is angry she does not have a plate.
I offered to give her a bite of salmon, but he said an emphatic no.
She will get feisty on my head, and then I will have to go.
At the end of the date we each pretended we would meet again.
I knew I’d rather jump off a cliff into a wild starving wolf’s pen.
I imagine he also knew this would be the last time we would say “hi”.
I have to admit I could not wait to tell this weirdo a strong good-bye.
Missy is an only child with no kids of her own.
She’s never been inconvenienced for long.
She sets her own agenda by following whatever is trending on social media.
She learned about relationships from watching reality TV.
She knows all about Mercury in retrograde and the color of her chakras.
She was married briefly, but didn’t like the hours.
She loves cuddly animals and generally feels good about herself.
She’s a gluten-free vegan who drinks a green smoothie every morning.
She recycles, composts and donates cat litter to the local animal shelter.
She reads O Magazine and considers herself well-informed.
She takes spin, Pilates, Cross Fit and yoga classes.
She’s never known a moment of self-doubt.
She has confidence when she embarks upon safe adventures.
She favors the ambience of quiet coffee shops for first dates.
She’ll speak with great authority about meaningful causes.
She espouses noble sentiments, and the allure of exploring distant shores;
She has never strayed far from shallow water herself.
She’s never been inconvenienced for long.
Missy is an only child with no kids of her own.
When she’s at a loss for words, she adorns herself with ornamental laughter.
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?