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III.
It was near midnight when they came again,
four warriors armed all with flaming brands,
Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep,
and poured out bullets as the horses ran.
He managed to shoot one off of his horse,
but the trio screamed and charged in once more,
Harold said”They’re fools to keep charging in!”
But Myron though hard, and wasn’t so sure.
He called for all to cease firing
and listened close as if searching for proof,
then he heard soft thumps coming from above,
one of them had gotten up on the roof!
The charging men had been a distraction,
and Myron grabbed the shot-gun in a hurry,
fearing that they would set the roof aflame,
he opened fire with a hot fury.
A hole was blasted where he shot the brave,
the dead man rolled off and struck hard on the ground,
the charging warriors roared in anger,
so Harold shot another one of them down.
The survivors fled back towards their camp,
but no withdrawal did the Sioux men beat,
instead they took turns sniping at their foes,
to deny Myron and his family sleep.
Come Morning Myron looked out and saw perched high
sixteen warriors atop their steads,
with lances and rifles and tomahawks
preparing for the morning’s bloody deeds.
But what chilled Myron’s soul more than anything
was the small tree trunk that two riders held
by the branches, to batter down the door,
and visit upon them a living hell.
The others let loose a barrage of shots,
to try and suppress Myron waiting within,
he fired endlessly took down two more,
then leapt back as the riders bore down on him.
The battering tree smashed right through the door,
a slew of war-cries went up, loud and piercing
the shot-gun blasted, two more warriors fell,
the noise left all their heads and ears ringing.
Harold went down from a shot to the chest,
the doorway was a commotions of words,
but standing there clutching his aching head
was the muscled form of Diving Bird.
Myron leapt forwards and drew his pistol,
then jammed it straight into Diving Bird’s ear,
Roared,”If you value your War-chief’s life,
you will all stop, and ride straight out of here!”
The Indians outside froze when they saw them,
none understood the words that he did say
except for an old man, missing an eye,
who spurred forwards to attempt a parlay...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
They all sit there lined up in a row
Not knowing when exactly when to go
Decisions are made on the image they are looking for
As the applicants mumble at the door.
Mommas got cash
Let those pass
The Agent said
Wondering if they knew how to play dead underneath the bed.
Here comes another one
Participating in the audition after getting some sun
Shez a factor the agent said and could be a fine actor
Take a picture with her in blood
And bet you bottom dollar she is not going to be a dud.
Two more come in
Being a sweet photogenic twin
And having what it takes to win
A prize which is the opportunity to hear some more lies
Maybe this is just something
Like a guy giving them a ring.
Pick up the phone
“I am alone,” she could say
About this selection process for a scene to roll in the hay
During this time when they know she is out of money
And reality states they are only there to be called honey
Having the only worry being ‘if tomorrow is going to be sunny’.
When asked to defend
Its for the men
They do state
Hoping a date will turn into a lifelong mate.
In this game where no one knows their name
One may ask about money
When the success is being a bunny
This is nothing new
In a profession that ends with “I Do”
Yes, no she is waiting for an answer
On whether she is the corpse of the principal dancer.
When she gets the green light to be in the dying fight
She gets pumped up with all the might
“How much should I show?”
She asks with a glow.
Just enough
the guys want to see your inside stuff.
Finally, they get cast as the damsel getting the gas
Ready to meet a monster with a dangerous tool
And not expecting to end up just body parts in a bloody pool.
It only takes a day and hopefully there will be pay
But if not, the picture taken could be considered hot.
Everything is fine if it looks good
Especially if the B movie talent has it all together underneath their hood.
Do not be worried since it’s just the character that is going to be buried
Then after weeks in the theater what will be sweeter
A shot on a magazine cover that begs for men to love her.
Soon the check will come
And it will be done
Once the payment goes through and she tells the one man in her life “I do”
Boyhood was a one-night stand,
So brief and unforgettable,
Full of dreams,
Sweet —like a rooftop party,
Wild and loud,
When the world several feet below,
Full of envy, shouted at us,
“Come down quickly!
Quick!”
Boyhood charmed me and
Did not harm me
It was a different time,
A different boy-game
All was different
Including the falsehood of the time
Fibs were crammed with the essence of joy.
Mawkish, they strengthened the walls of
Defence, by pulse or by slush —
One gave way for the other to flourish.
And I saw things the way they truly were,
Either red or white;
Nothing like reddish-white
Or whitish-red.
Just red or white.
Plain.
Pure and simple.
I didn’t mix colours except when I was painting
With brush and colours on drawing paper
White with the innocence of dawn
Watercolour streamed with tears
Genuinely shed with common bliss.
Our loudest poem was Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little Star
I’ve never ceased to wonder how they twinkled
In the dull eyes of dinosaurs!
And there was Humpty Dumpty,
Our dear friend.
Santa or Father Christmas,
Called and addressed according to your own side of
The pond, possessed the redness that charmed us
And the whiteness that froze us with ecstasy
And with the dynamism of Sunday school songs
Oh, his beard! Mammatus clouds so full and rolling!
The outlines of trees back then resembled the clusters of
Overgrown clouds laughing their senses off
Above us foolish little masquerades
A scene of a flowering act.
With our eyes we saw it all
Just like the serial films we saw —
They all made sense —from Gunsmoke to
Bonanza and Hawaii-50
We saw all with grey, tiny eyes on grainy television
Screens, elevated boxes of palatial balls
Those days smelled differently —
With the fragrance of natural love
And the beats of honourable music
And we scribbled figures of maths on
Each other’s back, symbols of agricultural tools.
Oh, the arrangements of the planets,
Beginning with Earth,
Our darling Earth,
Since charity must commence at home.
Politics was far from us
So was double entendre . . .
A one-off incident,
Boyhood is a museum —
You take nothing with you while
Exiting it.
I drive back to it only on the reference gear.
Wow well that's clever. I mean really really intelligent. Must have done all the research well. And drawn exact plans as to not make any errors. Roaring fires sit down in an ice bucket whilst wild seas are placed in shot glasses. Wow. How rather remarkable. What a notion. Ideal isn't it? And squashing the elephant into a child's bathing suit and that mammoth into a negligée meant for a petite lady frame. And as for the wild rampaging rivers well they are meant to be channelled into one centimetre alleyways built with cardboard cut-outs. Dugouts are neither pull outs nor are they pop up books. And bookshops selling their hardbacks with cushions for pages and covers of corrosive substances. Hardly hardy and built to last are they? Which causes the pavements and other concrete areas to crack resembling an old man's face then weep like a memory of childhood dreams. Landscapes link lines and lines frown. And frowning is not a frolicking fauna nor fawn and a dawn would always say hello to the tops of the trees first. Backwards belonging being beforetime bringing basting battling bullfrogs being birthday babies. And a naivety is a navel in a crested guild sitting on the top of a carved antique cane then tip tap down the little streets of old intertwining with the modernity of fashionable shops, markets and bistro bars. Late night stink. Burping. Rather a percentage than a percent sign then. And numbers drawn on a scarf is a scar on a material that was a one off item never to be sold in replicas on shelves. So stick a pin to hold the water of sinks and baths for this is often better than using plugs. Put all plugs away. They are no longer to be used and are now banned in most countries. Pickup puck picked puck pucks picking prickling prickle pickles. Running. In formations on a shelf. And a dive bomber went zoom down the stairs in a five centimetre breeze block house with several rooms saying oh. Z multinationalism multicoloured disco pants and ballet shoes. Turning. Z Socialization Z at thirty-three garden gnomes catching six fish in a snowstorm. And a savoury dip in a kilt dancing with a cracker in a hexagonal hat. Hahaha xx xx xx Z
Form:
As Our Blessed Lady appeared holding Her Divine Son in Her arms
you will leave this state of pain she said in 3 days
In forty days you will leave this state
that she serves a higher purpose Divine
such was the news her heart
it began skipping faster inside joy
Her Lady Mary said to her
you 're the light of all stars hope is your virtue
Smiling the sun for you
as I myself am called Aurora,Star
the moon in her gentle fullness
and the brightness of the golden sun
Now nature will always bow down meek, and very humble
to our Masters voice
Assets it law
in the final moment of combat
Grace will come to lend you it's force
and your angel who is also mine
Gabriel the name expresses strength
will come to your aid in the time of need
you Princess are beloved among my children
It was then the prison filled up with a Heavenly celestial perfume
Her virtues she was bent on keeping
a public chastisement to offend her virtues
Then condemned stripped and scourged
like the spouse Our Lord preferred
Horrifying what they done to her
such are the faces of shame
The prison guards hesitated to unclothe her entirely
they proceeded to tie her to a column
in the presence off, a full court of men
Where they all lashed her with so much violence
until the floor was soaked and herself bathed in blood
Her whole body was an open wound now she fainted
they dragged her back to the dungeon cells to die
Two angels appeared and they began shining their light
inside the dark cell they embalmed her wounds
In the sweetest light of Heavenly oil
one off eternal life and salvation
her strength in His love she grew stronger for living
The emperor viewed her with greedy desire and lust filled eyes
he tried everything he had in his power to impress her
It was when he exhausted every means know to him
Talking about Jupiter
offering her the position of empress of Rome
using seductive words in every manner
blessing her with great honor
to be continued such a story just blew my mind in loves grace
It makes me sick to my stomach with the lies we're fed
I've made mistakes and one day I'll lie in my own bed
It's time to speak my mind and not agree with the stuff they put inside our heads
I'm going to say it all now, so there won't be any words I never said
No child is born racist
But sadly there are toxic parents who teach their children to form hatred
There should be no upper and lower class we should all be made equal
You're an idiot if you judge someone based on skin colour and you're missing out on some great people
Police have killed too many innocent people now so stop calling them one off incidents
You sit there crying about this and that while hating immigrints
But the immigrants are willing to work the job that you refuse to do
You listen to presidents and politicians, so someone speaking the truth is new
Go ahead hate me and judge me for it
I should probably look over my shoulder as you'll want to leave me bloody for it
Well I'd rather die like a man knowing I express how I feel
I'd rather walk this storm alone than be in your coward field
You won't get to where you need to be if you always take the smallest path
Isn't it sad how people can apply for job after job and they don't call you back
These days they want a 26 year old with 34 years of experience
You'd think I was joking but I'm actually being serious
I still don't know how R.Kelly was allowed to marry Aaliyah and not get locked up
If that was my daughter I'd have turned into Mike Tyson and left that sick man Boxed up
Anyone who defends R. Kelly in anyway then you're guilty as well
But no one cared about the innocent girls, the industry wanted R Kelly's music to still sell
I'm living in a world where we don't have a voice and the poor don't matter
Homeless people on the streets while the rich share laughter
They've got money for wars but won't feed the poor Tupac said it best
I wish I had the power to change things because this world is a mess
Bill Bulldog was our gorgeous British Bull Dog. We were so lucky to have Bill in our lives for eleven wonderful years. Bill was like no other dog we ever had before. A gentle boy ~ a character! My granddaughter was always scared of dogs, but adored Bill, for to her he wasn’t a dog ~ he was a ‘Bill’.
A face only his Mother could love and she did
Bill bulldog was his name
Bill was a character
Bill was adorable
Bill knew it ~ he was such a Diva
Bill had so many facial expressions
blinking his eyes rapidly – Bill’s pathetic look
jutting his jaw forward – Bill’s naughty look
tossing his head in disdain – Bill’s diva look
bounding toward you whilst running sideways ~
Bill’s ‘get out of my way look ~ I don’t think I can stop’
Bill on rising would roll on his back ~ legs in the air ~ rocking from side to side
as if welcoming a new day ~ you could almost hear him shrieking with glee
Bill loved all homosapiens for what they might have in their pockets
Bill was always on the lookout for treats
Bill ignored other dogs – never thinking he was one
Bill’s snoring kept me awake – stereophonic sounds with hubby joining in too
as he aged Bill became a late riser
needing gentle persuasion to go for a pee
aghast that we had woken him at such an unearthly hour
Bill’s fierce demeanor was a mask he wore
to hide his loving character
Bill would lick you to death
Bill loved to lick
but licking his food was not something Bill did
Bill would gulp it down at the speed of light
Bill was our handsome Boy
Bill was a ‘one off’ – for when they made Bill they broke the mould
Bill was unique
Bill was our Boy
Bill brought us so much laughter and tears
Bill I miss you so…
Written 30th July 2019
3rd PLACE
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 – List
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest Strand Pick 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
The Snowflake
Sit quietly
And pretend
There's a roaring fire
In the fireplace
The snow
Silently builds
Against the north side
Of the house.
Smell
The smoke?
Listen
To the wind howl?
And maybe
In the cold night
Hear a barn door
Banging away?
But we're wrapped
In our feather filed
Quilt q
Quite snug...
My feet
Cold from taking
Off my boots
Then walking barefoot
Across
The bare wood floor.
My big ears
Tingle as they warm.
A cricket
Brought in
With the
Armful of
Seasoned oak
Warmed by the fire
Begins,
To sing...
Crick-et, crick-et, crick-et.
Frost had his
Road not taken,
Alluding to how
Being different
Is the now.
For me
The last line
Says...
An insignificant
Choice
Makes all the
Difference,
There is no going back.
Fpr Lillian Hillman
Walking through
The deep snow
to the
Train Station.
There is
No Train
And looking about
There is
No Station.
Lost in a Winter
That
Has no end,
A creative
But disturbed woman.
The heat rises
From the iron cookstove
A curl
Of escaped smoke
Finds passage
Through the beaded
Ceiling
Into the cold attic.
There on warming
Cedar shingles
Of the roof
A snowflake falls.
Absorbing
Heat
It becomes a droplet
Of Water
And begins its j
Jouirney
To the sea.
But wait,
It cools
And upon reaching
The roof’s edge.
Pauses
Then joins others
In its descent
As sheep
Crowding to escape
Over an unseen
Barrier.
Gives up its
Latent heat
And becomes
A part of...
Morning and
In the clear air
The icicle
Among others
Sparkles
In the Sun
Dangles
From the roof’s
Edge.
Snap one off
And taste the cold
With just a hint
Of the cedar
That gave it birth.
Memories
Are forever.
A bit of mind’s cosmos
To be shared.
driving down the street jamming out to the beat
not knowing what we were about to meet
the next thing i knew i had fallen asleep
waking up to the screeching of tires
i pinched myself hoping it was just a bad dream
as i feel something grab me pulling me to safety
i look back and i see the complete opposite
pain blood agony
my friends my family nearing death
the sound of sirens draw nearer and nearer
carting one by one off to the hospital
for hope that their lives can be saved
sitting int he waiting room
pondering why it wasnt me looking death in the eye
why must i always be the one standing by
why is it my hearts the one to cry
too many times its me saing goodbye
as the sun starts to rise
i jet back home so my parents arent surprised
jump in the shower getting ready as if nothing happened
during the day my mask is put on the night is when it comes off
forced to face reality of the horrifying accident that had just happened
every breathe i take feels as though it is not worthy of being breathed
what has happened to me
why all the lies why all the pain
where did the old me go
day by day i wait anxiously for the latest news about my friends
till finally the out come has arrived
marcus will not survive
after hearing the news my heart shattered into a million pieces
how many more are going to be taken away
where am i supose to go from here
tear after tear
my heart grows with more fear
fear of loosing others fear to take off my mask and show the world i am hurting
how can this be how can so many people die when it should be me
the answer is it was an accident
nothing can be changed about what has happened
the cure is time
and that is what i seem to have a whole lot of
Bought me a computer yesterday,
and it worked just fine I must say
It worked just fine ... fine and dandy
The warranty was cut fresh,
top of the line insurance, nothing but the best
I have no worries ... no worries yet
Powered it up on the third day,
started Hawaiian surfing the web
Ordered a couple of tropical shirts;
they looked pretty sweet,
and the price you couldn't beat
Then I went cyber cruising somewhere else,
bought a boat ticket to Brazil
Cross this one off my chill pill ... looks like I will
Bucket list getting shorter ... looking better I feel
This computer is starting to look like a good deal
A good deal ... maybe even a steal
Them shirts are gonna look so good on me out there in Brazil
Next, I had my fingers walk me over to a Big Box store,
looking for some new shoes to wear
Found some nice ones too
So I'm waiting in the cyber checkout line,
pushing my electronic shopping cart
with credit card in hand
The credit card in hand is my plastic money rubberband
Then a red flag comes up, stopping the sale
I said, looka here ... oh, well
Wondering what this was all about,
I proceeded to investigate ... see why the big wait
The big wait is what I really hate
Web administrators were blocking the sale,
they said my new drivers were out-of-date
It was just the third day,
and my computer had become obsolete
You gotta be kidding me ... obsolete, really
Bought me a computer just the other day,
but it got old really quick
Got old real quick in a hurry
The funeral arrangements have been made,
and I'm digging a debt pit
It's obsolete already, and I still owe for it
Digging a deep debt pit ... 'cause I still owe for it
Man, I hate when they sell you technology
in pieces and bits