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Mum and dad are dead
I’m their only offspringing
No kids... I know of.
Most my half brothers
Hate my existence because
I’m like their father.
Who they loved to hate
I can’t blame their projected
Da Nile of my love.
I care about them
About as much as I care
What they think of me.
I’m so wild and free
Without any family
Except my doggy.
He keeps me grounded
Barks at my insanity
I don’t let him growl.
I have lots of friends
Who are my real family
They look after me.
Until I wear out
My fluctuating welcome
Back reality.
The first day of May
Two thousand and some sixteen
Was when I wrote this.
The fire's raging, get out now!
Just me alone, and yet somehow,
must take my very special things...
my ties to life that comfort brings.
My cell phone first to keep in touch.
Important papers, my life's crutch.
That box of photos, family
way back and now...my history.
My wallet/purse with cards, and cash.
Jewelry nearby that I can stash.
Whatever clothes, the weather deems...
for winter's chill or heat extremes.
At last, the keys to start my car
and ride away, but not too far...
with faith, firetrucks are on the way
to save my home...for this, I pray.
My life came first, but oh, the hope
I can move back...to rebuild, cope.
Sandra M. Haight
Scenario: You have sixteen minutes to get out.
You are the only one home, no kids, no pets.
What seven things will you take?
I'd want to grow old with you
Watch you have grey hair day by day
See you forget to put your make up on
Cause you fine with how you aging
I'd want to see you fall asleep
As we watch our favourite shows
To hear you snore cause you don't need to be perfect
I'll have grown to every bit of you and what you bring
I'd want to feel your palms on mine
To see how the folds on your hands sag
And instead of hiding you just fine with it
Cause you like how you aging
I'd want to see you glow from every bite
As we go out just me and you
Have other dates under the skies
When it's just me and you and the stars
I'd want to see you all grumpy
When the kids making all sorts of noise
Cause all you'll crave is silence
And maybe at times you'd wish that there were no kids
I'd want to taste the food you cook for us
Cause I know it would be spoonfuls of love
So that by the time we in our sixties
I'm so deep in your love
I'd want to introduce you every where I go
So that they know I have someone as great as you
That wherever you are I'm there
Cause you'll compliment as me there
I want to show you off to the world
That from all men you saw
You just had eyes for me
And that you okay with spending eternity with me
I'd want that as I die I'm assured that,
you not lonely or all alone
So I'd leave you a pet
So that it comforts you when I'm gone
The PO£T
Humphrey Haj
What if God removed all women from the earth
And no one left for man to love or give birth
Or worse. mans cursed,
To wander alone in the universe
To cook and clean and shop all alone
And celebrate special occasions on his own
Or there were no more little dresses to by
for that little apple of his eye
Pictures absent of pretty smiles
No one to sit with and chat awhile
No more candlelight dinners for two
No soft skin laying next to you
Man would build dream houses for empty dreams,
No kids no toys no rooms to clean
A gift taken for granted its flower will shed
And selfish love will wind up dead
So treasure your flower and watch your garden grow
And shower your love so she keeps her glow
Chronicles of the revolving door
By Dustin Branum
When exactly does life begin? When will this
tragedy come to an end? It's like over, and over,
and over again... When will I ever find peace,
my friend? And nobody knows how far I've
been; Nobody cares about the pain
I'm in. This knowledge that
burns deep within, with
a withering soul,
reality will
bend.
The
light
turns dark
with a grayish
blend, begging for
mercy, it's demons they
send. The light is illusion I
can no longer depend—There's no
Destiny for me to defend. Yearning for
happy, acceptance, and Zen, Instead of this
anger and evil times ten. No kids, no wife, no
next of kin; Lonely and broken, this chapter will end...
Exactly where the it began.
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.
We loved the lollipops, cracker jacks, and Holloway candy sticks. We adored the chocolate-coated ice cream bars and the tootsie rolls.
We could not get enough of pop sickles, cool aids, and soda pops.
We sang a love song saying, “Ice cream, soda water, cream on top, tell me the name of your sweetheart”. We had the best-tasting cookies and cigarette candies that eyes had ever seen. We were just poor kids in America’s poorest state, but no kids were sweeter than us. Hot as fire, hassled and harassed by humidity and drops of sweat; but we were sweet, not from
our good-natured personalities but from the sweets that we ate.
Life was hard in my little Mississippi Delta town; But somewhere between hard work and chores; between feeding the chickens and the cows; between feeding the goats and the hogs; between watching TV and doing homework;
between the sun ups and the Sundowns; and between the dawn and the dust;
Yes, in between, we found time to play. Most times we were okay, didn’t go astray, and had lots of fun in the barns, playing in the hay.
We rolled rubber tires like we were driving fast cars; laughed out loud as we sucked whining balls. Money was always lacking, but we did our share of licking, chewing, and sucking the sweet stuff. We bought a lot for the few pennies, nickels, and dimes that we had. We could buy our treats cheaply back then. So, we did our best to stay sweet, chewing bubble gum filled with sugar. We didn’t have a care and learned how to share, and the sweet stuff was always there. 013008PSContest, Childlike Fun, Caren Krutsinger, 2P
you scared caused that b$tch
might wanna set your ass up
invite you in and
then get all corrupt
say one thing then do the other
act like she wanna do thangs
then start acting like
something other
sh$t!
why ya'll acting like that
why ya'll gather up like that
making me strange and unreal
said he did it before
to get people to understand
how you feel
meet her at the oboe store
she was buying an oboe
said she was starting a band
said she aint had no kids, no car
said she aint have no man.
told me she was hungry
and wanted something to eat
said she was tired from working out
and told me she didn't eat meat
wine sounded good
but I hadn't asked her out
she made plans before even started talking
I didn't get a word out my mouth
she gotta man
and know it
looking at that phat juicy thang
why she wearing that diamond for
why she twisting that thing
giggy gotta man
and I know
this chick running game
trying helm a brudda up
tryin to make a brudda strange
Giggy gotta man and I know
why she actin like that
shaking that rump in front of me
showing me she phat
Form:
What is the shore without the sea
Aimlessly wondering watery dreams
Deferred desolate depressed empty
Is how I am without love in me
That one true love for which one is blind
Without it there is darkness blackest of times
Is like a blue bird without a heart song
No white wind of romance to carry it on
Without love there is nothing to fight for
No reason to desire life would be a bore
Amethyst art would starve forever more
No apple of the eye to amber adore
Without love music would be dead
The humming of machinery could be heard instead
Humanity would die off no kids born
Feelings would be liability and scorned
Without love I am an empty cocoa shell
With no inspiration no wishing well
No dedication or passion that bleeds
That is what lack of love does to me
Sisyphus had Syphilis which had traveled to his brain
a man of pleasure once but now he was stuck on a slope
got no spouse no kids to help not even a demimondaine
had he been lucid he’d abandoned his toil or used a rope
tied fast to the mountain peak but failed and tried in vain
could have down with magic fruit or used a whiff of dope
he had serious attachment issues in his case with a stone
had used a self help guide which requested him to let loose
counsellors were scarce in ancient times so he asked a crone
of doubtful provenance yet her advice was very much obtuse
bury a crow at midnight’s peak she posited but tie it to a bone
but as the legend goes he had no string so he had an excuse
boulder line syndrome one would say in current modern times
anxiety anger panic attacks and obsessive compulsive traits
could have done with cognitive therapy to overcome his climbs
he would not surrender though to failure and heavy weights
repeat attempts of treating madness had left him in dire straits
had post traumatic stress that mounted up in repetitive confines
his folks had told him ever so kind to not give up the challenge
to be resilient in face of hardship or defeat and when troubled
unless you stand firm and accept your task life will take revenge
obedient as he was made to be his senseless efforts he redoubled
was adamant that it was his pursuit to lift rocks to build a henge
his venereal illness helped in a strange way to not feel too befuddled
a place of worship on a plateau could not be erected in one session
he knew it might take a lifetime of labour effort and determination
foundations are the basis and he continued with undeterred passion
his fellows simply watched astonished with his tolerance for frustration
they thought we knew all along that lewd hookers left quite an impression
and intercourse if unprotected facilitates bedlam insanity and degeneration
05th July 2020