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A gardener planted several seeds
Amongst a pile of grass and weeds
In hopes that they would never grow.
Still time ticked on and continued so.
Rain drops fell from skies of gray
Eventually letting light give way
And against the odds a flower grew
As a sacred stem began to shew.
Soon a bulb began to form
As time went on like a raging storm.
The bulb revealed a satin rose.
How it survived nobody knows.
The rose danced in the gentle breeze
As pollen was brought by bumble-bees.
Still the gardener did not know
That the satin rose continued to grow.
The rose stood up with elegant pose
Destined with greatness with which God chose.
A precious life amongst the weeds
Innocence born from sacred seeds.
One sunny day the gardener came out
To see if or if not the roses had sprout.
Like a surprised child she happened to see
A fragile rose as lively as a tree.
Quickly she lit a fiery flame
And what she did next was a terrible shame.
With a sudden flick and a hurried flash
The rose turned into lifeless ash.
Oh, oh, to the death of a rose.
Why she killed it, God only knows.
Oh, oh, to the death of a rose.
Why she killed it, God only knows.
Oh, oh, to the death of a rose.
Why she killed it, God only knows.
Busy and exhausted by our daily chores,
We take rest in each other's arms each night.
Though sometimes, rashly, we settle our scores,
Our shared bed makes our psychic burdens light.
Like a boat, we sail in this sea of ours;
Herein, we passionately conjugate.
We bathe in cool, collegial showers
And transcend the Hades of humdrum hate.
Our bed is our shrine wherein we are gods;
Here we balance between joy and sadness.
Here-from, we surmount maddening odds;
Cleaving all glooms, existence brings gladness.
Does this shared bed align our souls as one,
Or trap two strangers when the day is done?
His name was Jack O’Bann, and how he liked to play,
if not for school I think he would’ve strummed all day,
and he had a voice of both gravel and honey,
with the kind of power that brought in big money.
It was no surprise he started a high school band,
he rocked the parties, we knew his future looked grand.
But Jack had some trouble, his family disagreed,
they did not like the path where this future might lead,
most musicians failed, and there was no hiding that,
they would tell Jack that against him the odds were stacked,
and with his math skills he’d make a good engineer,
this debate troubled Jack for all of his senior year.
During that last year, he dated a girl named Kay,
who listened to his troubles, the things he had to say,
Jack fell so hard for him, in her arms found relief
from the pressures of family, what career to seek.
His band kept on playing, more and more dates in town,
gaining fans with each show until they were renowned.
But his parents were certain this his path was doomed,
even once tried to lock Jack inside his bedroom!
still he was determined, even though they did scoff,
until one day they both threatened to cut their son off.
He stormed out of the house following a big fight,
in a sour mood went to play a gig that night.
Kay was there with the band and saw that he was pissed,
said,”Don’t worry, go set up, I will handle this.”
So he vented out back, she tried to soothe his rage,
he said,”I’m so done with this now that I’m legal age!”
But somehow she got him to take control of himself,
and he put on a great show for everyone else.
It was a good time that night, Jake’s voice was like fire,
raised the crowd to a pitch, and then pushed them higher,
none knowing that a record man was looking on,
impressed by the skill they showed with their cover songs,
and the passion for their craft they made people feel,
so after it was over he offered them a deal.
All the band was excited, this could be their break,
Jack’s head was in a swoon, it was more than he could take,
first the fight with his parents that had rattled him,
now this chance of a lifetime, he struggled within.
“I just need a moment…I need to get some air.”
He half-stumbled outside, and Kay followed him there...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
I hear your doubt, I feel your scorn
But I will rise up, and defy the norm
I will not be held back, I will not be denied
I will break through, and reach the other side
No matter the odds, no matter the cost
I will not be stopped, I will not be lost
I will keep pushing, I will keep striving
I will keep believing, I will keep surviving
Your doubt may be loud, but my faith is strong
My courage will never waiver, no matter how long
I will not be beaten, I will not be bowed
I will keep going, until I am proud
I will reach the top, I will make my mark
I will show the world, I can light the dark
Your doubt may be loud, but I will be louder
I will rise up, and make myself proud.
What if I happened to win the lottery
What would I do with the money
Spend it on all kinds of frivolous things
Or a year long trip with my honey
Eat in restaurants three times a day
Choose the richest item on the menu
Act like a real old mucky muck
And obnoxious no matter the venue
They'd surely know I was 'nouveau riche'
By my big mouth flamboyant air
But I wouldn't care with a bulging wallet
I'd do everything with panache and flair
What a pipe dream I'm currently having
As if this sweet old lovable jester
Could be anything but the belle of the ball
A vision of beauty in polyester
Odds are about fourteen million to one
So I won't be buying the beer
More chance of becoming a cultural icon
Like Mylie Cyrus or Britney Spears
In the depths of self-doubt, I wandered lost,
A shadow of shame, forever the cost.
I felt like a canvas, with brushstrokes of pain,
A masterpiece of mistakes, forever in vain.
The world outside, a mirror to my soul,
Reflected the flaws, that I couldn't control.
I felt like a puzzle, with pieces astray,
A picture of imperfection, every single day.
The voices of critics, they echoed in my mind,
"You'll never be enough, you'll always be left behind."
The weight of their words, it crushed me to the ground,
A heavy burden, that I couldn't shake off, overwhelming was the sound, screaming so loud I thought I would drown.
But then I met you, like a ray of light,
A beacon in the darkness of my mind, so bright that it pierced through the darkness illuminating and igniting every corner of my mind
You saw in me, what I couldn't see,
A beauty in brokenness, something worth loving hidden deep in me.
You looked beyond, the scars and the pain,
And saw the real me, the one I'd hidden in vain.
You whispered words, that soothed my soul,
"You are enough, I love you." In that moment making me whole.
In your eyes, I saw a reflection true,
A person of value, with an incredible heart that shines through.
You lifted the weight, of the world's cruel hand,
And showed me my worth, in a love so intoxicating I can barley stand.
With you by my side, I feel unstoppable.
Against any doubts, or odds with you anything’s possible.
You are my shelter, my safe haven, the tune to my song,
With you I feel loved, understood and for once like I belong.
You see in me, what I've never seen,
A beauty, strength, and everything in-between.
You love me despite my flaws and fears,
But because of who I am, through all my tears.
In your love, I find a sense of peace,
A feeling of unbridled passion and desire that I never want to cease.
You are my salvation, the silver lining to the ty hand life had dealt , the way you make me feel is unlike anything I have ever felt.
I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the odds of being right fell off, confidence and raised-hands faltered.
I sit the front row because I film the lectures on my iPad, and there I was, doing my usual bit - taking detailed, color coded notes. If the lecturer mentioned something, I noted it, with my #5 mechanical pencil, but that something could become a heading or a bullet-point in a larger tableau. Those, I would color code with one of several gel pens - tracing carefully over the pencil. Later, in review, I might hi-lite these points with neon, phosphorescent highlighters. (I have a strict color coding system).
I tell you all that because it describes how focused I get on my note taking in classes. I don’t usually interact much due to my filming.
Suddenly, I noticed an unusual hush. I looked up and realized, to my trauma, that the professor had addressed me. He was looking fixedly at me, bent over with his hands on his knees (he’s on a platform).
“Pardon?” I said, meekly.
“Don’t just mouth the answer,” he repeated (apparently), exasperatedly, “say it out loud!”
I thought back to his last question and I offered, “Magnesium nitride,” but he tilted his head like he was waiting for more, “gave off ammonia as it mixed with the water?” I finish the answer like a question.
“Exactly!” he said, standing back up after giving his knees a little slap with his palms. “Thanks for JOINING us,” he says, and after checking his seating chart on his lectern, he added, “MS. Vionet.”
I took a shocked umbrage at this (scolding?), my whole body turning a defensive, atomic pink. What did I do - I thought - why was he being so sassy with me?
I doubt he REALLY wants answers just called out.
It might be a long year.
The Lone Ranger and Tonto
For years two loyal friends
Riding the range together
Fighting for justice's ends.
Kimo Sabe and his side kick
A Masked Man on his White Horse
And faithfully following along
That Brave Tonto of course.
Dead Mans Prairie
Not a branch of cover in sight
Three hundred hostile Redskins
Had crept up during the night.
You could hear their War cries
As they danced just out of range
Then came a sudden silence
Eerie, frightening and strange.
The odds were overwhelming
Chance of survival nil
The Lone Ranger sighed
Accepting the bitter pill.
This is it old companion
We've no chance if they attack.
But Old Tonto wasn't listening
He was on his horse's back
Heading for the tribes
In a survival race
Yelling over his shoulder
Who you talking to, Paleface.
Dark and the Light- or- The Goose and the Bride
Act 1
Sunlit promenade juts majestically into the musical pond, spying a Hen Goose appearing to
be sitting on her nest at the end of the popular walkway. I imagined the poor girl had no idea
the odds were stacked against her hatchlings ever glimpsing sunlight.
Act 2
Each day I walked in the park, she was still there, her mate just off-shore, only leaping up
to the promenade to help repel anyone daring to venture down the narrow walkway. In a
flash, she would leap off her nest honking, hissing and snapping at intruders. I watched this
scene unfold with disbelief for three and a half weeks….still she was on her
nest…..sometimes I would come across unsuspecting victims of her assault, muttering
epitaphs of a goosely nature.
Act 3
Halfway through the fourth week, I looked and she was gone, maybe, I thought, she was
successful and had moved with her goslings to the more rugged north-park area of the
winding pond. Not seeing her there, I asked my friend, the park manager, if he knew of her
conclusion. He told me he found her eggs smashed, and one time, came upon adults kicking
the Mother Goose… I borrowed a line from the Black Sox Scandal “say it ain’t so, Joe!”
Act 4
Shaking my head, I proceeded on the path towards the promenade up ahead…. there, on the
very spot where she defended her brood ‘till death, posed a wedding couple, bathed in
afternoon sunlight, he in crisp black, she in billowing white, bringing light to darkness…..
Bringing light
to
darkness
Dear Hunger Games,
You guided me through year six wishing me good fate,
My odds were not in my favor back then,
But the tune of deep in the meadow brought me joy over and over again,
You distracted me from all the words of hate.
You let me swim in a see,
You helped me withstand the Arena called middle school,
In which Careers rule,
Dreaming of running to district 13 being free.
You taught me to take care of my little duck,
You taught me to find my flame,
In life´s game.
You helped me make me own luck.
May my odds ever
Be in my
Favor