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Brought back from the world of fantasies
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race.
Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned tasks
The lecturer did a job on my weekend plans.
Beetling of from the blue mind
On the way back paid for a RS pint
The evening amiability
Then changed my midday adhor.
Desirous roomie on my glass
Extended my evening all to night.
Budget hashed out and yet a penny left
Contribution counted to three
Held back for the late-night hour,
Program scheduled just after dinner.
Prepared nuts and crisped chicken
Horror flick lappy screen and encircled auditory sensation
Filtered flake lit up and welcoming the upcoming
Pollyannaish mood.
Three ready glasses and poured down first small pegs
Mixed with soda and measured cold drinks
Awaited Cheer up, is now appraised.
Valueless gabs and college couple scandals
Tittle-tattle few lectures and against soul mate’s lambasts.
Last sip downed
And the empty glasses quashed.
A bit stronger second and third
And the time seems to date-back.
Bulge out blushed eyes and orbing love stain bed
Latent hostility and fags myriad.
Enthroned activities
Except time none to put an end.
Deaf-mute fourth and last
Heedful sore past
Lonesome few moments and
Unenviably brought back.
A maudlin reverie expression
To see the past back to present
If matters could be deepened
Would endure the malign again.
Roused up from blues and faced the benighted
Sleety mezzanine and beetle-browed breeze
Yet stood placidly
To face the agony.
Mere empty thoughts
And faded memories
Seemed to calve a baseless spirit.
A sudden wink,
Out from the world of miasmas
To a reining state –
Caught up with existing faith
A new time ignited.
Bibulous state and duple images –
A feel to fly
And uncivilly liberty,
Did a moment time
An unexpected eternity.
The night to welcome the dawn
And unwished obscurity nap
Impermanent few hours of morning
Lasted till…….
Retrieving once again the hateful whole day race.
Form:
whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him
i greet you
you greet me
we talk and
we talk and
we talk
we are silent because
we are thinking of him
we are silent
so long ago it is
almost forgotten
i think it is ten years
you say it is twenty
we both have forgotten
for that is much better
it soon will be thirty
we keep on forgetting
it was on a day
that was much like today
it was grey
it was cloudy
no blue in the skies
but neither did rain fall
and to our surprise we saw
specks of a rainbow
we searched and we found it
the hole in the clouds
i know not the season
because it was cloudy
it felt like the winter
when snow had all melted
but also like summer
when sunshine was missing
and we were together
together with him
i still do recall that
it was on the third
but i know not the month
and i know not the year
or the day of the week
but whenever i see
number three written down
i am thinking of you
i am thinking of him
i still do recall
how that day did begin
when it all felt exciting
for we were together
together with him
our lives seemed so splendid
our lives seemed so good and
our lives seemed eternal
for you and for me
and especially for him
we three went out strolling
although it was freezing
but it was not raining
so we went out strolling
together with him
one question keeps nagging us
who is to blame for this
this could be my fault
or this could be your fault
or this could be his fault
yes this could be his fault
we did it together
yes i did it
you did it
he did it too
they asked us what happened
but we just kept silent
they asked and they asked us
but i just kept silent
and you just kept silent
yes we both kept silent
too long and too guilty
we found not the words
not for me
not for you
not for him
we’re now linked together
forever connected
forever connected
with you and with him
whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him
An Inmates Dark Christmas....
It was the first Christmas right after my momma passed away.
Any other Christmas I'd be making the best of the situation, but it was a very dark day!
It was a day I wanted to escape from, and nothing could distract my mind.
My body felt so numb, and the pain fed off of me being confined.
An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I laid on my bunk in a funk in that cold dark cell.
I was emotionally drunk, and that Christmas day was pure hell!
I pictured my momma in my minds eye, we were hanging decorations on the Christmas tree.
It was at that moment I wanted to die, for I just knew I would succomb to insanity!
An Inmates Dark Christmas...
That day I even contemplated suicide, for the pain and loneliness was just too much.
A bonified emotional homicide, for my momma I would never see or touch!
That Christmas I was a man with an empty shell, and a troubled soul.
A day of pure hell, and alone in that cell became my dark little hole.
An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I thought that day would never end, but then Christmas was gone.
No family or friend, for I was still terribly alone!
Christmas is still the hardest day of the year, but I manage to get by.
And although I still shed a tear, at least I no longer wanna die!
By Jimmy Matthew Anderson for Constance La Frances contest "Your Saddest Christmas
Ever"
That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was hot,
...damned hot.
You tilted your hat at a silly angle and laughed,
I looked over and thought
'Hot,
...damned hot'
Smiles exchanged and then a kiss,
I think I melted inside.
We took turns walking backwards
holding both hands
drinking in the sight of each other.
Of course we fell,
you to the floor
and me...
completely in love.
Making a frame with my hands,
a captured moment,
'smile for the camera'
and what a smile it was.
Sitting together in the long grass,
both our hats at silly angles,
you made a frame in front of us,
as I kissed your cheek,
and captured a memory.
Images stored safely in my jeans pocket,
not the one with the hole,
that day by the lake...
it was perfect.
Only now I realise
one camera never worked.
The image of you, still vibrant
as that day,
but the one of us
you made with your hands
faded to barely a whisper.
That day by the lake
we both fell...
but only one fell in love.
I turn sixty-one this year
sixty-one…hard to believe
cuz I don’t feel
a day older than
……yesterday
at twelve got me a paper route
first real job if you don’t count
picking raspberries with my sister
twelve bucks a month I owned the world
…..yesterday
at eighteen got my diploma
and an invitation to be
all that I could be…or a commie
chose to go to school get edjicated
…..yesterday
at twenty nine married the
girl of my dreams proposed after
four days..she was crazy enuf to say yes
every day a dream til she passed away
…..yesterday
at forty eight I swooned the world
rode more planes than I can count
a mover and a shaker I was
gonna be a king of the hill
…yesterday
at fifty nine laundry place
gave me a seniors discount
whispering it was our little secret
thing is I ain’t pressed for time anymore
…yesterday
at sixty one I live by the sea
own house own beach own teeth
beer in the fridge..for a rainy day
enjoy a Cuban cigar thinking about
….yesterday
So many folks seem to be living such and exciting life
But then I find out later than they really are not
Days in and days out so many people keep just pretending
And upon this large stage of life they're only but~ role-playing
All of us are always assuming to know what kind of weather it will be
Some say the day will be sunny and shinny but then it starts to rain
I guess is fun for most folks to assume that they know more than God on high
Some folks assume that there's much more to what you say or you do
Each day has its own way to progress and keep changing
And each day and night all the clocks just keep on ticking
Everybody tends to assume they're not loved but they just might
And wonder why assume of things we're not sure~ that's not right!
Sometimes when we look into life's book so many things seem very wrong
But why assume things are so bad~ when we can sing in our hearts~ a song!
Saturday morning,
has always invoked
all the possibilities that
I remember from childhood.
A thousand Saturday mornings,
up early, in the quiet,
in the early sunlight,
the cool air,
the first chirps of birds,
I could do anything,
I could do nothing,
go back and play
at the school I had left
with such relief the day before.
It was the day you drove off on vacation.
It was the day you drove off to college
and later, drove your daughters
off to college.
It is garage sale day to look for
hidden treasures.
Saturday morning, fat with potential!
The day for all those new thoughts
and projects you've been putting off.
Any mistakes you make on Saturday
can still be covered by Sunday.
Here's to Saturday morning.
The best damn day of the week!
What happened to the good ole days
That grandpa spoke about
It was safe each day for the children to play
Each time that they went out
He told of friendly neighbors
That would lend a helping hand
When one was down they'd gather round
And help them learn to stand
They went to church on sunday
To thank the Lord above
They just couldn't wait to congregate
And talk about His Love
He worked the soil til his fingers bled
Like no one understands
And though he was pained he never complained
For that's what the Lord commands
Though times were tough they learned to live
Each day like it was their last
He'd always say that yesterday
Was left somewhere in the past