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Judy’s catchy enthusiasm galvanized our pirate crew
so we set sail down the seven seas, ocean blue
yo-ho-ho- we sang loudly, merry and gay
other fearsome pirate ships moved out of our way
excitement permeated our mission, our spirits high
we kissed all our hardships, doubts and do nots goodbye
stirred up, we were filled with crazy amounts of joy and glee
ready to be as evil and mean as Simon La Gree
We are going to make our enemies walk the plank we sang
giving exuberant cheers, our enthusiasm as loud as a bang
we snarled and grouched, and fought over who would be chief
arguing all the way to the largest West Indies big reef
she had set our hearts afire, giving us confidence galore
We were still arguing about it, when we reached a sandy shore
in a very short time, our Judy was elected captain by a vote
I could not argue about it in this island, remote
Messing with my head
Girl
That’s all you did
Messed with my head
Turned my world into a twirl
For which I didn’t want to be in
Stormy weather brew amongst me hidden from view
My unhappiness grew
Your lack of commitment killed anything that moved forward
I can’t feel anything for you now
I’m empty
emotionally
My head you just liked to mess with
Made me a mess inside
My mind thinking I wasn’t fine
Taking time
Talking
Not to you
You messed with my mind
Your roller coaster ride
Messed with my mind
So done with you
Girl
After doctors appointments
Doctors prescriptions
Endless hours of counseling
I’m so Done With You
Done
Done
So done with you
In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night
When through every fiber n’ nerve, was the cold bite,
I was sitting cocooned beside my hearth,
Sipping a cup of steaming tea of my choicest blend.
Suddenly my attention was caught by something moving,
Through my window I saw a shadowy figure.
But who would dare to be out on such a night?
It was a night when winter slumber suddenly had grown,
Into a blizzard with blinding snow and hail flooding
When the land lay blanketed under snow’s strangulating clutch
When leafless trees stood motionless like spectral shadows
When animals stayed in their boroughs or dens in hibernation
But what I thought I had seen earlier
Was not a whim or a figment of my imagination.
I clearly saw someone walking, moving slowly or stealthily.
It disturbed me and I wanted to know who he was.
Unlikely to be a robber or a rogue with some sinister intent.
Could be a man who lost his way and needed urgent help.
Impelled by an irresistible urge to find out who he was,
I plunged myself into the sea of snow holding on to faith.
Faint moon light was shimmering between dancing snowflakes.
Not quite sure if I would find an enemy or a friend,
I walked on, pledging I would face what might come.
As I moved closer to that tottering figure
I realized he was someone half frozen in snow,
Desperately trying to get back home,
And I was on a divine mission to be the hands of God,
To direct a waylaid traveler back home,
And save a helpless soul from being frozen to death.
I don’t know what happened to that man beyond that night,
But am sure, he has survived many more winters,
And would be thankful to God for the providential help,
That saved his drowning life on such a fateful wintry night.
Now when I think of it, I feel even a bleak winter day,
Can be made bright by the power of kindness that we show.
It is the concern and preparedness to help someone in trouble,
That ignites our hearts with a divine spark and helps us connect.
I learned how to live unkissed,
until the day,
Your sudden presence
fractured all my cold,
And swept the heavy, quiet dust
away,
To spin a world of canvas into
gold.
I was a master of the muted
space,
A lonely scholar of the midnight
air,
Content to never look upon
your face,
Or look for passion hiding
anywhere.
The hours moved in a slow and
solemn line,
A sequence of forgotten, empty
days,
Where nothing in the universe
was mine,
And all my pathways led
through twilight grays.
I built a fortress out of frozen
stone,
Believing safety lived inside the
dark,
Resigned to walk the quiet earth
alone,
Without a flame, a glimmer, or a
spark.
But then you came with phrases
born of fire,
And drew a grander map across
my skin,
Awaking an immutable desire,
Where only silent winters used
to win.
Your long love is a brilliant,
endless stream,
An architecture masterwork of
grace,
That pulled me from a dim,
creative dream,
And locked me in a breathless,
warm embrace.
You flooded all my borders with
a light,
That re- engraved the
boundaries of my soul,
And scattered every shadow of
the night,
To make a broken history feel
whole.
With breathless words and
everlasting vows,
You wrote an anthem only we
could share,
Beneath the shelter of the
summer boughs,
Dispelling every ghost of my
despair.
Now every line I write belongs
to you,
A symphony of syllables and
light,
Where older, darker histories
withdrew,
And left us burning vivid in the
night.
We step into a grand, unwritten
text,
Where every page is vibrant and
alive,
No longer wondering what
sorrow's next,
But learning how to beautifully
survive.
The unkissed years are nothing
but a ghost,
For in your arms, the thing I
cherish most,
Is knowing not a single breath is
lost.
The Statue Of Liberty
Has a torch to help us see
the flame of freedom that is bright
Letting peoples dreams take flight
A symbol of strength and hope
And courage when you can't cope
Just like you so full of fire
Teaching my love to grow higher
With the flames of passioned care
You surround me everywhere
With strength and freedom I need
From my past so you can lead
Me to a place my dreams come true
With hope of a brand new start
And courage to let my heart
Give it one more try to find
Someone who wont leave me blind
With lies, deceit and deception
Taking me in that direction
Your my symbol of happiness
That will not leave me distressed
Looking in your eyes I see
Chances of the liberty
To say how much I've adored
The way you have moved me forward
Coping with new feelings
That your sweetness always brings
The opera isn't over until the fat lady sings,
the demotic aphorism goes
Before the curtain goes up at the opera house,
someone least expected comes out to close the show
She was no fat lady. Rather, a young soprano.
A shy young girl about the age of sixteen.
She takes center stage; unsure of herself.
Her eyes nervously scanning the audience
as a hush fell over the packed house.
All were breathless with anticipation, waiting to hear
her sing. Then she sprung a show-stopping surprise!
Mouths were agape, the applause, deafening.
A show-stealing star was instantaneously born!
It's difficult not to be moved by
the young soprano's lachrymose powerfully sung aria
The audience made their exit, astounded!
Free Verse Fever - A - Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Date written: 01/19/2020
I chose: Astounded
I wanted to find myself, so I got lost in the woods,
Turns out life’s easier without all the shoulds.
The rhythm of steps was a meditation
Twelve hours a day in God’s lovely creation.
Even when I was tired, wet, hungry and cold
I didn't get jaded; nature didn't get old
In the south, high blue ridges, flowers orange and red.
Mist drifted over meadows, clouds moved overhead.
I got thin and other-worldly, though grounded too
It felt odd to pass day trippers, same trail, different view
Both epic and mundane, the trail was short and long
Resupplied at Vernon, Conway, Marion band played a country song
Five months later, with unexpected friends, I reached the end, the North
In the "hundred-mile wilderness" we chatted, but it finally spit us forth
We camped in Baxter Park, ten miles from Katahdin’s floor
At 5:00 AM we rose, headlamps on, eager for more.
The climb began easy, but boulders got large.
We grabbed rebar to haul ourselves, still pumped for the charge
Hills were tinged with gray and pink, a rising sun showing:
summits of gold, a world silent and glowing.
Walked onto the tableland, then to the last rise
There was the wooden sign, the goal and the prize.
I hugged the sign, then a cold wind drove us past.
Wherever life takes me, the memory will last.
Back in the city, strangers pass like ships in the night
Who knows what memories keep their spirits alight.
Some live epics, some live tales half-spun
If you pursue the far horizon life will be more fun.
A man drives a truck and his wife's a nurse
He knows it won't be long 'til he's in that hearse
He's middle age now but he's pickin' up speed
He wonders when and how will he be freed
Thinks he's lived his life playin' by the rules
Doin' what he learned in his churches and schools
Pays his mortgage and feeds his kids
But he's feelin' lately things have hit the skids
Lost his insurance and his wife moved out
Stepdaughter tried to kill herself
Chronic back pain and now he can't pay
For meds he needs to get through his day
Feels like his world has gone insane
Looks around for who to blame
Maybe it's the blacks or the Mexicans
Maybe it's Wall Street or the corporations
He knows in his heart that it 'aint them
They're all tryin' to make it just like him
He can't shake the thought of a bad faith deal
But hate don't seem to him the way to feel
He tries to think of how to get unstuck
Get back to where he could give a (EDIT)
So he sits on his porch and smokes a little weed
And wonders when and how will he be freed
March 4, 2017
A house on Thriller Blvd
It was empty
It looked haunted
I wasn’t sure if I should step in or stay out
My mind went on caution
Yet curious
As I entered the house and moved around
I was confronted by a mysterious image, and it surrounded me
It started chanting and the voice was eerie
At least that was my theory
It turned out to be a Ghost
Unfortunately, it was Casper nor friendly
Chills went up and down my spine
I felt the urge for some serious wine
That haunted house had plenty of moans and groans
I thought maybe I should leave this house and the Ghost alone
A mouse was frightened and shaking in a corner
My every moment was a dare
Yet curious with care
What was I thinking?
This was definitely a mystery
Then again, I could be history
This would be the perfect time to run
I want to live being among
Suddenly the Ghost demanded that I get out
I didn’t need any order to tell me that
My thought was your demand is at my command
My mind may have been on disorder
I didn’t move fast enough
I was thinking this is all bluff
However, the Ghost proved his point
The Ghost chanted, “He was David Hess who once lived in the house, but was murdered by a family member”
I was witnessing his spirit
I hope he doesn’t I was the murderer
I am not even a family member
All I could think of feet and legs don’t fail me now
Let me get out of the house oh wow
I ran until I couldn’t run anymore
I can tell you that for sure
I will never forget that haunted house
Flesh of no return
The 60's
The look was penny loafers, bobby socks,
pleated skirts, button up shirts,
bell bottom pants and headbands
Flower children were also the era,
Stood for peace and love also political movement
Listen to the music of the Beatles, Monkeys, Rolling Stones plus many more.
My heart throbbed for John Lennon, so young and in love
In my private time I listen to Liberace on the radio
Danced the Twist, Jerk, Monkey, Mashed potato, and the Watusi
I love to dance at the school Sox Hop dances up on the bleachers
Swinging my long auburn hair to the waist, back and forth
My hips moved to the twist
While everyone else danced on the gym floor
Mom’s favorite hair style, the Beehive
Dad looks so good looking behind the wheel of his 1959 De Soto station wagon
A child’s joy jumping rope, hopscotch, jacks,
Rotating a Hula hoop around my waist
Playing marbles with the boys
My favorite, climbing trees but
It always came with a broken bone
Our 35th president was John F. Kennedy
I was sitting in a swing in the playground
When we all heard he had been fatally shot
I was only 12 then
Tears ran down my face when I heard
People weren’t being treated equal
He stood for Equal Rights
We lost great man was that day
Growing up in the 60s was fun, but also very sad
Contest Name: Decades The 60’s * 2nd Place
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler