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I can't remember
when I ate
my last meal
How many weeks ago was it?
I cannot recall
or even what it was
that I had to eat
Turkey I think
on Thanksgiving
Yes, it was Turkey
A turkey
that some
generous person
donated
to the food pantry
that they gave to me
Did
that generous person know?
Do they know?
That it would be
my only meal
for days and weeks
on end
probably not
and so I wanted
to write these words
to tell them
“Thank You”
that they made
a difference
in my life
that I
and my children
did not
have to go to bed
hungry
three weeks ago
on Thanksgiving
and it was wonderful
I am trying to remember
what that
felt like
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
When I look at my life I can’t believe how often I am struck…
by how fortunate I’ve been to have such rotten luck!
Rotten luck to be born with faulty vision…
how my eyes, without glasses, blur both night and day…
Fortunate to see a different side of nature…
from the landscapes of Van Gogh…to the gardens of Monet.
Rotten luck as a runner to have had surgery on my knee…
Fortunate to discover, once forced to walk, all there is to hear and see.
Rotten luck not to be the football hero I once craved…
with all the fame and fortune it would have brought…
Fortunate to have become a teacher
who learned from every student I ever taught.
Rotten luck not to have been a playboy…
traveling the world with no responsibility…
Fortunate to have found the love of my life
and together to have built a beautiful family.
In truth that same rotten luck that made me a teacher
even though the pay was low…
gave me the good fortune to be around
to watch my children and grandchildren grow.
Rotten luck never to have written that great American novel
never to have found the time…
Fortunate to see, as I grow older, how I’ve lived a life in rhyme.
Which makes me wonder as I look back on my life
down every road that I have taken…around every turn and every twist….
If I hadn’t had such rotten luck…
look at all the things I would have missed.
To each of my children please know I love you.
If you weren't my children, I don't know what I'd do.
As babies and infants you brought me so much joy.
Playing make believe with me as we played with your toys.
Though I must admit changing diapers weren't my style.
But you each got me through it with your giggles and smiles.
The first time I gloved up when I made contact with poo.
Your mother raised hell saying "What's the matter with you!
I was always the bad cop saying, everything you must eat.
While your mothers were the good cops, sneaking you all the treats.
And when you did something, or a note says you've done wrong.
All your mother would say is "Just Wait til dad gets home."
When you disobeyed sometimes it would make me mad.
But it was hard to be tough, with you looking sad.
During those hard times when I needed a little shove.
Each of you motivated me by showing me some love.
There was one thing that I hated and just wasn't cool.
Was sitting in your tiny desk at the meetings at school.
You all were the apple of your father's eye.
If another adult dare touch you, they should prepare to die!
I can truly say that each you each made me so proud.
You all received compliments when we were in a crowd.
When someone else watched you, they'd say "They were just fine!"
I say "Let me see who's children you have, those cannot be mine!"
With all my love to each of you. I just want to say.
I consider you each a blessing on this Father's day!
Love Dad!
Oh my children can't you see what you have done
When will you see the path you are on will destroy everyone
Have you closed your eyes to all around you
Do you not see that we will loose not only the past and present but the future too
The earth cries out to me with all the suffering and destruction you have done
I feel the pain and anguish and still the cries go on
The lakes and rivers and mountains weep at the loss
You say it's done in the name of progress but my children look at the cost
I beg you all to step back and change the path you are on
Save all of my children before all are gone
Walk on the ground I gave to all of you
Feel the scent, sound, and spirit of all living things around you
Change the course the world is headed for
Make a stand and make the suffering and destruction be no more
Like a loving mother I will always be here to help you
Look deep in your heart and know that all I say is true
Save all my children from the suffering and pain
Bring back harmony and peace to the world again
Form:
Three D people no longer hold my loyalties
I am a troll, spending up to six hours a day
Okay, make it ten
on computer sites, with my new family
Get your own dinner, I holler to my children
They rummage in my purse getting money
Whatever
I am farming; it takes hours and hours
My crops are overdue
Can you please pay attention to me? Someone whines.
It is my husband.
He is a professional whiner
If he got paid for it, we would be billionaires.
I begin to play my word games
Because my new family is sending me messages
Make your move!
Or a yawning emoji
Going to bed is easier now.
I take my electronics with me
Eventually falling asleep
sometime between midnight and morning
Good times with good people are easy to come by,
But it’s the bad times through which the great ones will stay.
She stood by me when everyone else thought I would die.
Her love is the only reason I’m breathing today.
I’d often thought about it, but not seriously.
I was always afraid of the repercussions.
I didn’t want to disappoint my family.
The subject had rarely come up in our discussions.
It was a serious issue that I knew others faced,
But never had I considered taking my own life.
It was only recently that I came to this place.
I didn’t want to burden my children and my wife.
I know that silence you hold in your chest,
The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest.
Where love means walking a thin wire line,
And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign.
I know all the lies and the secrets you hide—
what would they say if the truth got outside?
You map every bruise like it’s something you earned,
Like pain is a lesson you somehow deserved.
Wiped your own blood off the floor with numbness and pain.
Convinced you’re at fault for his anger, his reign.
You trace every bruise like a map of your blame,
While he walks unbothered, untouched by the shame.
But I’ve been there too—with concussions and shame,
Convincing myself I was somehow to blame.
If I’d only been quieter… better… more kind,
Maybe the monster would leave me behind.
But he never left — he just shifted his role,
Love became silence that swallowed me whole.
I defended the hands that left bruises behind,
Told doctors and friends, “It’s nothing — I’m fine.”
He broke more than bones—he rewrote my name,
even taught my children I should carry the blame.
He shattered my voice with each cruel word,
Until I no longer trusted what I even heard.
Threats, control, and all my things smashed,
Every piece of my dignity he slowly trashed.
He twisted my thoughts, erased who I was,
Still I stayed, claiming he had a cause.
But I finally broke free though I bled, crawled and ran.
Now I rise not as his—but as my own woman.
And to every woman still caught up in that storm—
a whole world awaits where it’s safe and it’s warm.
I know you feel broken. You’re not too far gone.
it doesn’t mean you were weak just because you held on.
You believed his words you’ve heard many times
Felt your wings break, felt your worth decline.
I’ve been there dear girl, right where you are-
It cuts like a knife and it will leave a scar.
You’ve done nothing wrong, please understand-
He’s the one with the problem, only yours to withstand.
Stand strong girl, be brave have courage to cope-
Get your thoughts together and grab on to hope.
There’s laughter, there’s love, sunlight awaits your face,
A future that’s yours—your truth, your own space.
He is not your destiny. I’m sorry, He never was.
You are a miracle, not born to his laws.
You’re still breathing, still standing, still strong.
And one day, you’ll prove he was so damn wrong.
ERNESTO
Acrostic
T.ito, thirty- years ago you left us
with painful hearts and tearful eyes
too young to leave your loved-ones
we mourn on your early demise
I.n the core of your heart and mind
there's hatred and sentiments
there were times you want to shed blood
but you were hindered by reverence of God
T.ito, I still remember when we were young
You accompanied me in visiting my " someone "
You don't want me to be walking alone
untoward incident might happen on my way home
O.bdurate you are in your determination
since we we're young I saw that in your conviction
bringing into your grave that disturbing emotion
letting God help you in your anxiety and apprehension.
T.ito, you're the man who walk the talk
You're a man with a Solomonic wisdom
A paragon and pride of your family
We miss you so much my baby brother
U.ltimate request before you left this life
God will reinstate you in the church of Christ
I sent to the Administration your plea and cry
with God's inspiration, the appeal was granted,
considered done.
" G.o on in praying to the Father
to provide you more courage of conviction
that happen what may in this of world of gloom
We will go on serving Him until the Day of Doom
A.ffter death, life everlasting is waiting
for us in the New Jerusalem in heaven
our sacrifices will never be in vain
we will meet our parents there again.
F.edelity to God is what our parents embed
in our minds and hearts since we were kids
this we brought till we grew up
loving and defending the church against all odds
F.irst and foremost is our relationship with God
poetry writing was your " first love "
elementary grades when you started " making lines "
that makes the family proud.
J.olly and jocund fellow you are
jovial among friends and loved-ones
university instructor and scholar
Sunday school teacher at one time.
R.elentless and indefatigable in your struggle for education
though you lack material things to pursue your aspiration
believing that education will uplift your condition
and to make your dreams a realization. “
My God, my Creator, my Breath and my Light,
Reveal Your wonders that dance in the night.
The healings, the breakings, the demons cast out—
Let me feel what the people felt, let me know without doubt.
You touched Peter’s house with the Holy Spirits flame!
You silenced the spirits that called Jesus name.
They called Him Son of the Highest, yet spoke out of turn—
While Your mercy was flowing, and Your power did burn
.
Lord I come not with titles, nor robes to impress,
But with childlike longing for my family I request.
God, You healed them all—no one was denied—
So I’m asking You now, let my family stand inside.
Inside the overflow, the field of Your grace,
Where Your hand meets our soul, face to face.
Let us breathe the rhythm of Your blessed restoration,
Let us feel the pulse of Your amazing transformation.
Show us the miracles they saw before me,
The fevers that fled, the spirits set free.
Let us witness Your touch on the broken around,
Let us hear the silence when demons are bound.
We’re not beneath nor above those people’s place,
But You are no respecter of any human face.
You healed the elder, the child, the stranger—
So I come with my family, with no fear of danger.
Let my children know also the light that filled that room,
The sacred hush, the healing bloom.
Let us hold the field, let us tune the tone,
Let Your Spirit make each heart Your home.
I breathe in faith, I breathe out praise,
I walk in the echo of those ancient days.
My God, my Creator, let us now see—
I claim the miracles You’ve done… be done in them and me.
In Jesus name!
Amen.
It has been twelve years
Every one of those years
I have been turned away
by officials of the city
Twelve long years
of being on the housing waiting list
Being the only breadwinner
Times got tougher
To my children I imagine
that to them
I am a failure in many ways
No where for me to seek refuge
The only way is inside my head could convince me otherwise
What do you say to a
man living with cerebral palsy?
Who has to proof himself on all fronts
Spiritually it becomes draining
in a one room flat
He becomes out of touch
with those immediate loved ones
Wife then kids or vice versa
All freedoms are compromised
Specially the kids
As a physical impaired man
I am not much affected
Considering my boarding school days
It becomes tough
when it is an all female club
And I am the only male
and physically impaired
Mentally the impact takes its toll
There is a heaviness within me
I cannot seem to find an outlet
That's why I'm living on a page
Out of control
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liars chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
If you see me smiling
It is a front
this is how I deal with my pain
Many second job attempts fail
I am beginning to doubt myself
I sometimes stare at myself in the mirror
My wife's take on it
is that I am full of myself
That may be the case
It runs much deeper than that
Maybe I am taking her
too much along with me
But I can't help it we are close knit family
The Lord has blessed me
With three daughters
They could write
a book about me
one day if they are aspiring authors
along with my wife as their editor
Poetry is my only sanctuary
My world in black and white
I silently wish for all those material things
Things that is out my grasp of understanding
Why some of us
gets it easy and others hard
Is there a lesson
to us that are disenfranchised
or are we nearing our expiry date?
Hey, it is just a thought
along with my perception of things
Who gets to build us up?
When you hit rock bottom
What is the bottom line?
What if we get to that helpline too late?
What will they say in your obituary
Were you worthwhile living with
Or were you known to be a prick
Only time will tell
Poetry is my only sanctuary
My world in black and white