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I awoke just as the ship exited the black hole
My mouth was dry, and the yearning for my love ones revisited my sole
Something moved, I saw it in my peripheral view
It was as big as a football, smooth, but my vision was still askew
I think it was the movement of my eyes that caused it to silently dart and hover over me
It was made of the same substance, like the spaceships we did see
Then a long needle came out of it and it slowly penetrated the iris of my eye
My mouth seemed to open as if to scream but nothing can out just a pain and a feeling I was going to die
I felt the pain and heard a cracking sound as it passed through the retina, then... nothing, no pain
I think it may have entered into my brain
Some how it accessed my memories and began deleting the feeling attached to my past life
I fought and managed to blocked its intrusion into my thoughts of sons and my wife
All the people I met in my life, all gone
Except three, and no matter how much it scrambled my brain searching, it found “Just a closer walk with thee” song
After what seemed forever it removed its lance from my eye
The sense of not having pain for those people was a relief but why?
I felt the wanting again for those three it could not find
Of my sons and my wife I had so cunningly concealed in my mind
I felt myself been rotated, facing down, looking through the ship at a huge Earth like world
Then everything blurred and swirled.
I woke up laying on soft lawn
The sun was rising, the beginning of a new dawn
There were thousands of people asleep on the ground
I ran checking each one for those I loved, like a bloodhound
There they were, we all made it, and were back together again
I hugged them and cried with no heart ache or pain
I looked up from this new earth and thanked God in the new heavens above
Then it dawned on me...
Each person I looked at I felt a strong sense of brotherly and sisterly love
Those Creatures were not invading our planet for all its worth
They were there to take us and give us a new beginning in a new Earth.
The destruction of man was inevitable and over due
And they were watching and waiting and some how they knew...
A Bag of Jacks
In place upon the pavement and sun upon my back
Within my hand there jangles a little bag of jacks
Along with friends to watch or even have a play
The little bag is opened, the jacks are disarrayed
All eyes are cast upon their pattern on the ground
A little rubber ball within the flimsy bag is found
And the game begins when the rubber ball is bounced
Then rapid grab to pick up jacks and after do a count
Deft is the hand that gets the jacks as well as catch the ball
The winner is the one who’s first to get them all
And many an hour was spent playing this same old game
And better came the catching with a happiness inflamed
Under the warming sun of summer upon the dusty path
Just a little bag of treasure with which to have a laugh
Now distant memories etched in the fuzzy lapse of time
When the age of childhood pleasure was firmly in its prime
My appointment didn't show up today
So I decided to hang out and play
I circled around Ellanor's Park
wandering about in the dark
and thinking about the road ahead
The rain has just fell leaving mud
and water on the swampy ground
The pokemon go gang was playing around
disturbing nature with their silly sound
They walk up and down the wet grass
communicating with their partners
One by one two by two they showed up and join the crew
As soon as I arrived more of them anchored down
creating nuisance and spreading bad energy around
Luckily the Gods were lingering by to listen to my silent cry
They came down form the sky and spew them out of sight
so that nature could sing and dance about
On by one they jump into their cars
and drove out of Ellanor's park
I closed my car and walked over to an old bulldozer
stationed on the park's ground
the equipment was so old
I wonder if I was still in America
The owner was not around
so I climbed up and sat in the chair
and examined the levers and gears
I was captivated by a certain power
It felt good sitting in an elevated tower
It has been parked there for many days
Rust and dirt was musing on its face
No work was going on and the pile of sand
stood waiting on the ground for the fix it man
The same roads that were repaired
has been dug up and repaired year after year
The paved parts are lean and bumpy
And when I drive my truck rocked side to side
Where are the professional engineers
Cheap labor has sucked every penny out of the mill grinder
And America's roads are in danger
I watched them prowling up and down the street
Trying to figure out my heart beat
But I sat in the big old bulldozer scrutinizing them all over
I felt a sudden rush of power
I felt like a queen in her parlor
And I felt like a queen riding in a carriage
Waving to the magnificent crowd shouting out loud
If the owner was around I would ask for permission
To drive it up and down and through the town
Wolfish influence peddlers
Big belly contractors and poor skills workers
has feasted on the wallet of the county for years
But now I am in the bulldozer and I am getting
ready to run some one over
America needs a constitutional face-lift
Here I am in this big old bulldozer
feeling energetic and strong
I am ready to dig up and tear down the remaining barriers.
The First Day of winter
By Franklin Price
12/21/2016
The first day of winter
The sun moved to the south
The freezing cold on metal
Sticks to the tongue within your mouth
The light of day is shortest
As the sun is turning 'round
In many of the northern states
The snow is on the ground
Christmas only days away
I believe it's only four
I know the kids are happy
That it isn't any more
Santa and his many elves
Are filling up the sleigh
With toys for all the children
To discover Christmas day
New Year's day is next in line
The year is almost done
Glad I made it once again
That I'm not the only one
I know if you are reading this
That you have made it too
I hope the new year coming
Brings health and happiness to you
I took my path, a choice through time,
And time has been my friend,
For years and years, I’ve lightly trod,
On cold and dampened earth.
And earth would lie, whilst I would rise,
My family by my side.
I’ve had the luck, and had the time,
To make my journey worth while.
Blessed is a word, to throw around,
Fortune and luck aswell.
But a choice of path, and choices made,
Have kept me on the ground.
I’ve gambled and won, with opposite paths,
On which I could have taken,
Of course I’m lucky, blessed and all,
But I could have been mistaken.
I’ve lived a stressful, challenging life,
Yet obstacles do not alter,
The path I take, to my final goal,
A goal which won’t be faltered.
To be raised by souls, of a heavenly grade,
To cherish their very existence.
To appreciate everything, which they have done,
For love, for care and forgiveness.
The path I chose, has been so kind,
To enable me to give back.
To the angels who managed to support me through,
The paths of endless dark.
I promise to you, it is my goal,
To care, and prove my love.
I love you all dear, with all my heart,
You were sent to me from above.
Can you imagine being chained in a ship and taken to a strange land against your will?
Can you imagine you and yours being shackled and sold to farms to work the land?
Can you imagine being whipped for just saying something or looking the wrong way?
Can you imagine your wife or daughter being used as brood mares to create more workers?
Can you imagine your loved ones being categorized just like any other livestock?
Can you imagine finally acquiring your freedom after a lifetime of imposed servitude?
Can you imagine a country founded on the ideal of freedom denying it to so many?
Can you imagine being hated and treated unequally just because you looked different?
Can you imagine being hunted by people in hoods with bibles and crosses in their hand?
Can you imagine being in fear for your life just for walking someplace or talking to someone?
Can you imagine seeing your father or son in a hangman’s noose swinging from a tree?
Can you imagine not being able to use a bathroom just because you were the wrong color?
Can you imagine having to scold your child for using one of those bathrooms?
Can you imagine being told that you cannot ride in a seat in the front of the bus?
Can you imagine being told there is no vacancy at a motel when you know there is vacancies?
Can you imagine people not serving you at a restaurant because you were not the right color?
Can you imagine people crossing the street because they feared walking by you?
Can you imagine having feelings for someone but not acting on them because of others?
Can you imagine being gunned down by those who are supposed to protect and serve?
Can you imagine being sprawled out on the ground with someone’s knee on your neck, struggling for every breath, asking for your mother, knowing the life is slowly draining from your body and wondering why?
Can you imagine?
1/1/2017
Originally many thought the globe was flat
Had to take note of that
Too late for going back
But getting one step closer at
Objectives near the upper and lower branch
Wind blowing fast
The sky was overcast
Above many roads and paths
As well as any homes or shacks
Near or far away from stones and grass
Flying animals like crows and bats
And other animals on the ground like toads and cats
Objects broke in half
And others were prone to crack
Across the seas a lot of boats have crashed
Some of the objects and treasures sunk or continued to float like ash (rafts)
Hard to know the locations now and be so exact
All three leafed except for one with four in the clover patch
Above and below areas with hives having honeycombs of wax
Some wanted not only the throne but cash
And the whole entire motherlode to grasp
Funny how it all was on the day when there was growth at last
By: Dalton Ogletree
Looking thru leafy branches, to the clouds and beyond, my universe too far away to see.
Past the stars past the planets, to a time long forgotten and I wonder how it ever came to be.
Like a bird ‘cross the sky seasons come seasons fly painting pictures, only pictures in my mind. Nothing real nothing strong in a moment they are gone moving on only I left behind.
Over time and over distance travel I in an instant reaching out while my world spins around. Grasping here grasping there grasping phantoms in the air while I stand where I stand on the ground.
Who am I will it matter when I’m gone ashes scattered in the wind in the night on the sea? What I do what I don’t what I will what I won’t will be gone just as surely as me.
Fallen rose petals scattered on the ground
Remnants of her beautiful bloom lying all around
Torrential rain and gusting winds have torn them all apart
She sits alone in her room with a sad and broken heart
Fallen rose petals with edges curled and brown
The smile that once shown bright is now a sullen frown
The stem stands tall and bare where a flower once was worn
Pink shades of happiness have left a spine of thorns
Fallen rose petals - fragmented memories of a younger life
Never picked for a floral bouquet – never taken for a wife
This poem placed 1st in Brian Strand's, Contest No 194, 9/4/2012.
He sat on this patch of turf,
and if not this exact place a piece of a place nearby.
Naturally, I try to feel his companionship.
Did he write a line of poetry on this small island
or was he simply being Walt Whitman,
honored guest,
a person he hardly recognized from his youth.
I feel his old bones not his youthful step
also, his spacious poetry,
that storied ever travelling imagery
passing-by
upon these Ohio river currents.
His sweeping insights navigating
slow wide bends,
and the churning history
of these waters.
I imagine his hand on the ground,
it heaves my body up from the deep grass
and quilts me to a shared terrain
a place where beating heron wings
count the pulse of two lives.
I feel the mutuality of crossed roads,
the cadence of restless breezes
as they ruffle a coat
he left draped over a rail
of this same wooden jetty.