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Planted like a seed, the giant fell from the beanstalk.
He left behind his golden eggs and singing harp.
It was a faceplant…a belly flop…a real humdinger.
The trench went on for miles with no smile.
All he could think was, “That little brat, Jack…”
The giant was wobbly at the tippy top of the stalk
for the teen had tricked him, into drinking whiskey and rum,
then had him dancing, snorting, laughing with tomfoolery.
Jack dared the giant to look way down, pointing out
things that could never be seen, then woops…
wobble wobble and the giant flew through the air,
like a bird of prey with great big open eyes.
Light as a feather…never had he known the feeling.
Nor the one that followed it - a smackdown, demeaning.
Gravel and soot filled his wide open mouth, as did curses.
As he recovered, the giant imagined Jack as a fly -
he’d splat or a mosquito- he’d clap, or as a roach
that his heel would nail. “That little brat, Jack…”
Meanwhile, Jack was living large at the top
of the plushest beanstalk. He’d not see his demise
as over time the goose and harp won him over
and tricked him into making merry with them.
The golden stage, with food and drink and production -
the musical that told the demise of the giant.
Jack clapped his hands, like a toy monkey, so filled
with glee…but fiddle dee dee…he lost his balance
and had no wings to fly as he was tossed into the sky.
No worries, a giant palm caught him…that little brat.
The reunion caused bulging eyes…a heart attack.
They both perished from overexcitement…
I bet you didn’t see that coming? Flying has its hazards…
2/23/2023
'Mosquito Pete' (or 'Skeet') for short
A seasoned guy, the strangest sort
It was the only name we ever knew
His story known by very few
A weathered old maverick on a country lane
A bit peculiar, not at all ashamed
He never said much, or went anywhere
Kept close to the vest, with a certain air
We are the neighbors who lived down the road
We heard many stories, he liked to reload
He knew what the sun was intending to do
Why the gray clouds curled, why the sky was blue
He would talk of Nebraska, hogs and grain
But mostly about crops, the frost, or rain
Standing alone, on a sun-drenched day
Out in the field, he would call to the Jay
He'd look to sky, horizon in his gaze
transfixed for an hour, as if in a daze
There were hints of a past, within seasoned eyes
and we wondered if somewhere, he had known other skies
But lightly, as the blossoms cling, the years swung around
Tapping on his shoulders, until his songs were sung
A maverick barely known, for many a year
...but today, his stories have all ended here
We see an empty farmhouse, and with a sad disbelief...
Surprised, and unexpected,..immense in our grief
For the story that begun over eighty-plus years ago
there is much,... too much, that we will never know
Who was Skeet...the man that had no name?
Does he have a proper name? something different to exclaim?
Engraved upon a stone..........what could his name be?
Now, "Skeet" will have to do.....for all eternity.......
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For the contest sponsored by Mystic Rose
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COMPLICATED COMPLICATION
The complicated complication is so serious; I know you are curious!
This is so interesting it can’t be found tedious
Solomon is wise; the fool says he is a nerd
Wisdom is not relevant; let’s feed it to the bird
Oh! This is ridiculous; the pawn slaps the king a checkmate
This secret is confidential let thy mouth not menstruate.
Slept in silent homage to the creatures of the night
Oh! This is a mosquito bite but nobody gives a fight
Death got its own life on the edge holds the cliff tight
Sister is biased; she fell out with her childhood clique
To her, mother told friends are not just meant to pick
It hurts when it comes to pride; she left in a fit of pique.
Could it be the poor are so rich to call the rich complete destitute?
It’s so funny; he seeks to make a virgin out of a prostitute
The future is born; put the past in the glass casket
The tank is full; put the rest of the water in the basket
It’s absurd; the eagle can’t see clearly in such a panic
Could it be God and his angels are on a trip to hell for a picnic?
What else can be complicated than this complication?
~Lordvip~
The Florida of My Youth – Mosquitoes
By Franklin Price
10/14/2019
The mosquitoes were horrendous, they would blacken out the sky
Early in the mornings, the mosquito plane would fly
Coming in above the treetops, he would trigger out the spray
Falling heavily on everything, to make them go away
The falling spray slowed them bit, but many left to bite
Providing fun, for kids to run, a truck came by at night
It sprayed a fog that filled the air, we ran blind in its wake
Could see the tail lights, through the mist, more fun than we could take
Never thought,would do us harm, was filled with DDT
Was found could do us damage, my foggy running friends and me.
I'm still here to write this, though I've got a foggy head
Still can say, I recall that spray, and most mosquitoes now are dead
But in those days, with all those sprays, the mosquitoes won the bout
We lotioned up, or wore long sleeves, whenever we went out
Didn't make much difference, we would slap them when they lit
If lucky, we would kill them, before they sucked our blood a bit
We had no air conditioning, our house was open wide
Doors and windows all were meshed, gave us a place to hide
The sultry days of summer made those little buggers mean
They sent their scouts to find a chink, in the metal of our screen
When we went to bed at night, and when the house was dark
We dicovered just how safe we were, when the big ones came to park
I swear I heard them talking, was in English, and quite clear
“Should we take him to swamp, or should we eat him here?”
I Netted Mosquito Magic ™
(near microscopic totally tubular proboscis
gave one local bummer, a bloody respite this
summer, hence....aye goot good wry min
reason tubby a tuneful hummer.)
No sooner than getting
weltanschauung after getting bit
from female blood-sucking insect,
(which critters actually
considered little lord of the flies
comprise family culicidae)
a most amazing
extraordinaire inoculated me
with short lived surprise talent,
which got this
American male infected
with three hundred seconds
of super human impeccable skill
short-lived feat found
body, mind or spirit
capable to transcend natural
limits of usual abilities,
infusing this ordinary guy
with an unpredictable
supreme titillating, stupefying,
resounding, hair-raising, glorifying,
fleeting, entertaining,
daunting, catapulting, bedazzling,
amazing stints possessing,
thy being from invisible source
thence when expending said
burst of tremendous spurt,
per awesome bout of mental,
physical or spiritual bags of tricks
eclipsing mortal prowess
with stratospheric wow
fear less factor
ultimate fatigue found
this bloke supine
and unable to summon forth
one iota of strength.
Whole night you were in my muse
Everything erased except your face
Today I'm late to rise
No one to wake me up
When I saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...
He left the world you leave
Don't talk,
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Every eve he still waiting for you at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.
My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.
I can't see their faces
It reminds me of you,
Your love
Babbling
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step, "Mom"
He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend!
Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon has vanished
Sometimes I feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cry out
Like a simple child
And pray to you, "Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once!
Aaborta Dey
This poem is based on the death of one of my friend's Mom and I feel more love for my parents when I read this.
05.06.2020
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is a merchandise?
A device
I use any time anywhere to please myself with
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is a caretaker?
A housekeeper
Who cleans after me while I gallivant
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is a feminist?
An activist
Buzzing endlessly in my ears like a mosquito
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is somebody?
I mean a nobody
Whom I punch kick as I like to display my masculinity
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is a blunder?
A minor
Whom God said I should provide for
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is someone?
The one
Who sees how trashy am I but still let me stay
She was a sexy young mosquito named Fey
Had no qualms about chewing your flesh away
We did not realize what a hard bug she was
Until she flew in and began chewing on Cuz.
Cuz let out a shriek, and slapped her arm very hard.
Fey flew away, but threw down a poem by a bard.
Poem said simply she had most particular taste.
She needed the blood type of my cousin, Big Waste.
Big Waste was the kind who got puffed up quite quickly.
Rolled up her sleeve and invited Fey to dine slickly.
Fey had to be coaxed for she was a player.
She burrowed down under BW’s skin layer.
Ouch! Big Waste said. Can you dine a bit faster?
Fey brought in brothers making lunch a crazy disaster.
Someone ran for mosquito repellent and brought out a spray.
Which ended the cousins and that arrogant bully named Fey
Smiling recollections,
summer evening reflections, now
almost gone for new generations
while my venues of childhood musings
and adolescent anticipations
...near extinction.
I must concede my willingness to share
what they will never recall
- the exhilaration
when Dad would pronounce,
"We're going to the drive-in tonight".
A creature double feature,
"The Blob" and "I Was a Teenage Werewolf",
both Feep worthy presentations,
fantasmically speaking.
The impatience for dusk was matched
with the rush of a 10 minute intermission
and, while spotlights played on the
darkened screen, cardboard pizza,
Buttercup popcorn, hockey puck hamburgers,
soggy steamed dogs, and french fries,
were greedily consumed for more
than the price of admission.
Hood ice cream cups with flat wood spoons
for dessert, then back with only
one minute 'til SHOWTIME to the
mosquito safe car where "Pic" coils
repelled the infestation while smoldering
on the glove box door - mesothelioma be damned!
Then, if we didn't escape with an
early exit dash, were caught
in the dust and chaos of the only
late night traffic jam in town.
And...years later, those teenage
trysts, without permission - I'll never tell
what movie?
But, always remember "Gourmet Confessions"!
We had been married thirteen years.
We had two daughters aged four and one year old.
I had no idea what she wanted to talk about that day.
We went into our bedroom and closed the door.
There were no traces of any hatchets,
but by God one was about to fall.
I only heard the first few sentences before the room went silent.
The echo of my heart was beating in my skull.
A cold invisible sweat rolled down my brow.
My body was drowning in an unforgiving ditch of sinking mud.
The atmosphere was a sandpaper
grating against the grain of my senses.
Even the chair I was sitting on betrayed me
as it plugged itself into the wall.
There was no call from the governor
. The sentence was death by a lethal injection of
‘it is over, I want a divorce.’
My wife of thirteen years ended our relationship that day.
If love is bliss, if it is the light
then unrequited love is the switch that extinguishes the Sun.
I was sure “I am not in love with you,”
repeated itself in the annals of the entire universe.
Surely, the planets were no longer aligned;
the stars must have lost their brilliance that day.
At least the traffic must have stopped
and the economy crumbled worldwide.
Not as much as a mosquito bite
was affected that day.
All was as it should be.
Life was as fine as rain,
the day my world stopped spinning
and fell off its axis.
I cried that day,
I cried everyday for the next five years.
There is no pain
like the rejection
of the love of your life.
I was monogamous then
and I am monogamous now.
One life, one love.
It took me another two years to stop crying completely
and another three to grow a new spine.
It was, it is a brand new day and I am searching for my one love.
It feels good to be alive. It feels good to smell the flowers in the rain.
September 1 2014