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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:
Three years younger, little brother of mine,
only the two of us...that was just fine.
While just an infant, was a dolly for me.
We, with our parents, made our family.
Years went by fast, and soon he became
a playmate for me to make life a game.
We lived in the country, no kids around;
just had each other with yard our playground.
We played hide and seek and games of all sorts;
some we made up, and others were sports.
Through make-believe...no computers, TV...
we'd find ways to play and keep company.
We leaned on each other through work and play;
little brother back then...grown man today.
Now a 'big brother' who watches for me;
our bond will stay close, that's our guarantee.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: When Older Siblings or Younger Step In
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/15/2016
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Media; Media Broadcast
Live radio show.
Television recording.
Get this place jam packed!
...His starting point, after much hustling,
was a diner at the edge of the town,
the man who had once built massive bridges
now spent his days at work frying hash browns.
Working for a pittance, day after day,
the only place that would dare give him pay.
About three months into doing such work,
just after the breakfast rush was complete,
he saw a woman enter the diner,
with two young boys, she looked about forty.
Time had done little to Alan’s ex-wife,
Whitney was a queen, hallowed in his sight.
He tried to hide, but Whitney caught a glimpse,
a flabbergasted look clear on her face,
but he made no move to go talk with her,
and she had two kids, could not leave her place.
His heart pounded until Whitney had left,
seeing her moved over felt much worse than death.
She had proclaimed that she would stand with him
when the accusations first had been made,
but the media had taken its toll,
he had watched her resolve drain, day by day,
until the day that the verdict had come,
when he’d been locked up, then it had been done.
She’d started divorce, he didn’t contest,
it was something he could not do to her,
she’d wanted children, normal existence,
all the things that a good woman deserved.
With him in prison, that would be denied,
so he’d signed the papers, and said goodbye.
It had been simple, before he’d been freed,
when he had not had a reason to hope,
now, seeing her, with some other man’s kids,
seemed beyond his ability to cope,
a wound that wouldn’t heal, slowly bleeding,
making him question the point of being.
But the next day, when his shift was over,
and he was walking slowly for the bus,
he saw a G-wagon, and his Whitney,
and his heart started racing then because
there were no kids there, no shield she could use,
confronting this was what he could not do.
But she came forwards, her face fresh with tears,
struggling hard to keep herself composed,
until she broke down, and embraced Alan,
saying, “I’m sorry…how-how could I know?
I’m not sure how to deal with this because
I don’t know why she would do this to us!
“Now I’m left looking at a man I love,
that I abandoned, I’m ashamed it’s true…
We were so happy, but now all I see
is all the things that I’ve taken from you.
The life you deserved, that I thought we’d build,
her lies and my weakness…it’s all been killed.”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
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.
Every other week during summer, or fall ...
there's a loud noise rattling my huge window
facing the shady street
where no kids are seen.
.
Old fashioned grass cutters like the one I had made a minimal noise,
I don't have to visualize it, or see it to describe its actual color...
days ago I saw one with a dangling front the front bumper,
and the small, miserable guy was trying to snap back in its place.
I came outside and yelled, " Fix the darn machine and let me sleep! "
and giving him a second nasty look running my mouth as a truck driver,
" Sir, " he replied, " I am trying to fix it and finish the job and leave!"
" Do it quickly and let me get some more sleep! " that was my answer.
And just in case you wonder
what its color was .....you are
in for a shocking surprise, it was much dirtier
than an abandoned car
with a finish similar to a chocolate's eclair!
Paradise In A Dream
There is so much weighing me down
The daily toils of doing what others want
Screaming kids fighting all day long
Another four hours of Dora The Explorer
Trying to cook dinner with nothing in the cupboards
Every member of the family wanting something different
Hot dogs for the youngest
Mac and cheese for the little girl who won’t eat anything
Cheese steak sandwiches for the adults
There is a fashion show on the TV for my wife
The basketball playoffs can wait for another day
I haven’t seen a Celtics game in more than ten years
A fuse blows in the middle on the evening
Those basement stairs were not meant for a man my size
Finally the time has come for a peaceful sleep
Until my daughter finds a monster under her bad
Screaming and crying while I scare the monster away
I close my eyes as the moon rises
The witching hour when the dead rises
My dreams take me away to a paradise
The tropical sun tans my half naked body
Naked women chase each other on empty beaches
No kids, no wife and no fashion shows
Too bad morning and another day has to come
Too bad that I love my wife and kids
Otherwise I just might stay asleep
WARNING: THIS IS PG-14 NO KIDS ALLOWED PLEASE
While he's showing his devotion
Your expressing mixed emotions
As he gently lays your head
On a soft but scary bed
That you've slept on many times
But now it is hard to find
The comfort that it always brings
As these new formed feelings
Start to weaken your defenses
As he takes your hand and clenches
Shaky fingers inside his
Softly giving you a kiss
And whispers it will be alright
As carefully through the nite
Your bodies start to contour
Into one as you mature
With a look of dedication
He slowly starts his penetration
And while he's going in and out
You both know without a doubt
The reason you act nervously
Is losing your virginity
That made you feel sweet and young
But now you have just begun
A roller coaster of sensation
Ending with a big elation
While shining down from up above
To light up this special love
The stars bright illumination
Is a calming inspiration
That puts you in a calming mood
As you hold each other nude
Knowing that you both have grown
With the love that you have shown
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.
It was Halloween night,
and all the kids had come trick-a-treating in their costumes, some cute
and some scary. I had a good time passing out the treats with my cat,
but there had been no kids for about an hour. I went out on the
porch to blow out the candle in the pumpkin head. A cloud passed over
the full moon and it made everything look eerie.
(I was startled by a scream.)
It seemed that I,
was dreaming the moment my head touched the pillow . . .
Many weeping people,
had come to the funeral with flowers, Oh, the red roses were beautiful
and the lilies divine. My dress was the softest rose pink chiffon
and all wispy. The visitors were talking together in low voices.
They said, I looked lovely and I wanted to smile but could not.
It seemed my pink lips and mouth were sewn shut.
And my hands were folded on my chest and I was holding,
a rosary. Odd, I do not recall owning a white pearl rosary.
Then, suddenly,
all the people left and I was alone in a dark cold room I did not know.
Well, I thought I might as well get some sleep in this dream, so I tried
to close my eyes and realized they were sewn shut too. Oh, I hate this
dream and I struggle to leave it, but could not. Soon the visitors are back
with their sad smiles.
They kiss my pale cheek,
and their tears fall on me. Then, they close the lid of my coffin and I am
being carried away. I hear everything, the prayers and songs, the weeping.
Oh dear Lord, I want to wake up now please. I am so afraid.
I feel movement like wheels beneath me. Turning and twisting and I
sense the tranquility of the cemetery and I can smell the grass.
(I am home) . . .
The door of the,
family crypt is closing and I am screaming, don't leave me
here, I am alive! Or am I? I am not sure anymore if this is a dream.
____________________________
October 12, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Halloween Night
Copyright Protected, ID 16-838-803-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonyn.
For the contest, Halloween Night
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place