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Thoughts racing faster
The Monster is the master
Who’ll be outlaster?
Fear is growing fast
As the Zombie I am cast
Can I hold, outlast?
Taken to the task
Face becoming a forged mask
Partake of the cask
Am I savable?
The Monster wants Rafael
Why? Kane slew Able…
Sins of the father
Could be sins of the mother
This we must pay for?
Am I a fixture?
Where’s my soul in this picture?
Just a betwixture?
Adding up heaven
Give me number seven
I’ll take eleven
Must have rolled the bones
Got snake eyes, box cars, and clones
I’m one of its drones
Just another clown
The Monster Circus renown
Don my happy frown
The bugs crawl and swarm
Reshaping me from the “norm”
Mold me in its form
Cannot fight this thing
No antidote for the sting
Slipping on the ring
I’m invisible
My mind’s gone divisible
It’s invincible
I’m a heretic
I’m the Daemon’s lunatic
Perhaps I’m just sick?
In the thick of things
Is it not quite sickening?
This, the quickening…
My age was twenty, and I’d just been wed.
In three months I was pregnant. It had not
been planned. So what went on inside my head
to simply let it happen with no thought?
It was a different era. Even though
we were dirt poor, we did not think things through.
Get married; then give parenthood a go.
Our church advised this as the thing to do.
I found a job while still attending school
to help with the expenses. Feeling gross
was awful, but it passed, and things got cool.
My tummy grew, and soon my time grew close.
To go through labor pains gave me some fear,
but I was ready just to get it done!
The doctor told me as my time grew near,
the heartbeat was a boy’s. I’d have a son!
From start until the end, labor took me
more than twenty hours, and it felt great
to get the anesthesia finally!
To see my son at last I couldn’t wait!
My mom had birthed five girls, so I was thrilled
to think it was a boy for my first born.
But soon my heart with disappointment filled.
I’d carried a boy nine months, I could have sworn!
“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. Upset
I felt, but then her precious face I saw!
Great joy replaced my very brief regret,
and gazing at my daughter, I knew awe!
July 20, 2018 for Joys And Tears Of Being An Expectant Parent (Mother-Father) Poetry Contest of Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser
CONGRATS on your EXPECTED BABY!!!
Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold
Outside they find
With the earth in the sky
That their sound is not here
Nor is it nearby
There's a train screaming angels to lower their heads
And a cold concrete block reeking of death
When no one was there
When no one was sent
A crowd turned desire
Now all has been spent
There's a stone in the morning summer air
And a clock that is ticking everywhere
A heart that is beating alone and cold
And a sound of weeping taking hold
Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold
And outside lay bones of those before
The soil is crying with them all
And the sky opens up for one last look
But looks away for it mistook
That the two were still alive.
I remember a time when I was young
When summers were hot and so, so long
School holidays seemed to go on, and on
Back in my childhood days,
Holidays spent beside the sea
With mother, father and siblings three,
Playing safe, and wild, and free
In my nonchalant, childhood days,
I remember packed lunches on long bike rides,
Jam jar fishing by the riverside
Finding exciting places to hide
In my innocent, childhood days,
Playing with friends down in the park
Not coming home until long after dark
Sleeping outside was such a lark
In my carefree, childhood days,
The summers, now, don’t seem to last
School holidays go by so fast
Long hot days are in the past
Along with childhood days,
Annual vacations, are taken in Spain
With husband and daughters, traveling by plane
To escape the cold, the wind and the rain
Unlike my childhood days
As for our children playing out of sight
It just doesn’t happen, especially at night
In years to come, will these days seem as bright
To my girls, as do my childhood days?
The cities buildings get taller and taller
City apartments get smaller and smaller
Steel legs and arms make monsters named scaffolds
Destroying the dated to build up new rentals
What once was five floors has now become ten
How long will this take or never will this end
Before I was woken by the singing of sparrows
Now vulgarity from a nasty young fellow
Giant green dumpsters line our streets
With rusty stoves and sinks that once leaked
My neighbors now scattered amongst the rats
Pushed out by investors who hold guns to our bats
Mother father sisters and bothers
Our city has-fallen in the hands of the others
Brace one another hold tight your hands
Always remember this city is our land
You are the ones who gave me life, Mom, Dad
You are the ones who held my very first steps
You are the ones who lifted me each time I fell
You were my entire world
One word changed everything
A stranger's claim became the truth there
No one listened to my silence
No one saw my tears
I never ran away, not once
I never bowed my head to shame
I never pleaded to tell my truth
I simply let time be the answer
Even today, your place remains unchanged
My respect for you has never lessened
Yet the trust that was broken
Still lives inside my heart as a wound
May truth reach home one day
May the shadow of falsehood step aside
May I become your son once more
May love never lose — not ever
We were standing at the marina caressed by a morning breeze with the sky both bright and clear when a tourist family (mother, father and their two children) walked out on the pier.
It was easy to tell they were tourists by what the father had to say…
“Excuse me,” he said, “can you tell me what time will the dolphins be by today?”
“I remember the first time I saw dolphins.” He continued. “It was one of the best days I ever had. It was on a pier just like this one…I was standing with my dad.”
“My dad spotted a family of dolphins coming into view…
then put me on his shoulders…so I could see them too.”
Before we had the chance to tell them…dolphins aren’t on the clock…
he spotted some out in the water…heading for the dock.
“Here they come!” Dad said…with what I can only describe as glee.
“Here they come!” He said again…pointing out to sea.
At this point we snuck away…we weren’t trying to be coy….
we thought this was a moment for their family to enjoy.
At the end of the pier we turned around to see a family as happy as can be…
with the children on their parent’s shoulders…everyone pointing out to sea.
I didn’t have time to answer his crazy question…don’t even know what I would say…
and I hope I don’t get a chance the next time I’m asked…
What time will the dolphins be by today?
Know Me
By Deanna Malone
The leaves have fallen the sky is gray,
no birds are singing to help brighten the day.
I start my day with a smile in place
for all to see I have dignity and grace.
\My saddness hidden i'm on my way,
to a job that doesn't quite pay.
\For here I am, mother, father,
friend and foe,instructor,provider
and the list goes on and on you KNOW.
\I strive for growth,perfection and peace,
I must give totally of myself
there are young ones I must reach.
\I am shaping the minds of Doctors, Lawyers,
Preachers,and Teachers.
\Though unappreciated I move forward,
with a light in my eyes anda song in my heart,
I must always be fair, kind and just for in
my hands the future you intrust.
\Do you Know me now? I am teacher indeed
and its not about what Igo through only about a childs needs.
I have not the slightest fear of death
One day it will come and say, Come with me.
I will stand there with my arms outstretched
The body lying in an unstable state,
Will grow numb with the fear of death.
Yet I do not fear death—
Nor have I been granted the boon of immortality,
Nor do I carry any hope
Of returning again to the same body.
What frightens me is worldliness.
With great difficulty I have encountered a single truth—
The final truth: death.
Do I know you?
Did I ever know you?
Yes, the truth is—
No, I do not know you,
Nor your existence.
Yet I always knew this much—
You alone are the ultimate truth.
I had heard much about you.
Today, having seen you, I understood:
Are you also a beautiful feeling
That humanity has for centuries called love?
Or are you the cardinal love of the present age?
Or are you a love
That transforms from the tangible to the intangible?
O Death!
Will you truly take me away?
Or after a moment of fragile stillness
Will you abandon me again
In the same shell of a body?
I do not wish to return to that fallen body.
If you have come to take me, then take me away.
I wish to live the consciousness of novelty.
I wish to go beyond postmodernity.
I wish to live again—
Childhood, mother, father, school,
And the friends of my school days.
O Death! Will you take me again
To give me that life once more?
For I have understood—truth resides there.
The present human is a hypocrite,
Who tears others apart daily for selfish ends.
O Death! Come, take me now.
I no longer wish to witness this reality.
Beyond excessive, excessive, excessive realism,
Introduce me to naire novelties of life.
O Death!
Will you be able to do this—
Just this—for me?
Mama Earth I beckon unto you,not to turn your back on me ,I am your weary child but I am
still smiling. In the morning I want to go to your beautiful garden ,where the breeze is
light and the sun shines through the trees softly glistening, Mother are you listening? I
want to Tarry while birds still sing, after the torrent rain; And mother ask Father Sky
to forgive us here. In your garden I do grow... you have woven me a garment anew. I
deliberate in your garden: Where the Eagles rest and the Robins nest; As I put on my
garment of dew...I want to tarry for awhile in your garden, in my garment so befitting.. I
love you Mother, before and after the torrent rain; Then suddenly my heart runs rapid: I
hear Father Sky's loud thunder,ask him to forgive us for the plunder! I look up to see my
brother the Moon; My Ancestors are the stars. So I tarry in your Garden Mother saturated
in your wet kiss,The only sacred place for me; I am fulfilled in your perfect Bliss .
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