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by myself, i feel as if i am one with the world
you make a face because it confuses you
you tell me to always surround myself with people
i tell you that reciprocity is lacking in that department
you come closer, take my hands, and express assurance from your end of the realm
it means so much to me that i forget the pride side of myself and just cry
then i express my thanks by my own reciprocity
you begin to cry yourself and tell me that i did not even have to look in the mirror
i reply by saying that what i see in the mirror is just the image of myself
it is what i do in every episode of reality that decides which road will be offered to me
you nod in agreement and smile that smile that stole your husband's heart
i just laugh and ask if you want some butter almond ice cream
you decline and say you have to be getting back to care for your son who is struggling with a bad cold
i nod in understanding and retrieve your coat from the closet
as we say our goodbyes, we give each other a hug and you force me to come to another dinner party y'all are having
with you, i have no choice and i know it....deep down inside, i am aware of the fact....that sometimes i need that
Rules: Use at least 10 candy names from those listed below.
(30 candy names used)
Tomorrow we'll explore our Galaxy,
not just by space ship, but with 'space nerds' too!
We smarties, gifted Mike and Ike, with me,
will start our marathon and journey through
the Milky Way, where now and later we'll
be called 'Three Musketeers', the best, bar none,
to capture live a star burst with great zeal,
or see sno-caps on spheres far from the sun.
We bet each other a full 100 grand,
that we'll make history on this space spree;
discover whoppers, things we beforehand
knew zero 'bout those sites we couldn't see.
We're on a rocky road, since asteroids
can put an end to pay day...must take 5,
and watch our every move like paranoids,
not air heads, if we want to stay alive.
We'll take along some good Boston Baked Beans
with hot tamales and Ike's Charleston Chew,
a snack his mom bakes filled with good proteins;
and frozen Swedish fish will please us too.
Okay, we're off to Club 5th Avenue
for a good meal before we board for flight.
The Jolly Rancher hamburg, or Dots stew,
are lifesavers to please our appetite
before we're stuck with whatchamacallit
food, Mr. Goodbar, cook, packed up to go.
Goodbye for now...from sunlit to starlit,
please wish us mounds of luck from down below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: 'Screwed XIX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 01/02/2019
Candy Bar Words To Use (choose 10)
Dove, Chunky,100 Grand, Bar None, Galaxy, Marathon, Milky Way, Mounds, Mr. Good Bar, Pay Day, Rocky Road, Skor, Snickers, Take 5, Whatchamacallit, Zero, Skittles, Jolly Rancher, Starburst, Smarties, Three Musketeers, Tootsie Roll, Kit Kat, Air Heads, Boston Baked Beans, Charleston Chew, Dots, Hot Tamales, Lemonheads, Nerds, Slo Poke, Sno-Caps, Spree, O Henry, Whoppers, Swedish Fish, Butterfinger, Lifesavers, 5th Avenue, Mike and Ike, Heath, Goobers, Now and Later
A woman sits alone on a cold winter night,
with a tattered blanket wrapped around her tight.
In her frail hand, she holds an old empty purse,
in the other, a Bible; she reads quietly this verse.
"I will be glad and rejoice in Your unfailing love,
for You have seen my troubles from heaven above".
"Thank you, Lord, for keeping me one more day,
And use me for your purpose, is what I pray."
As she continues to read to herself in the cold,
a stranger approaches the woman of old.
“Have you no family or home to keep you warm?
You'll freeze to death in the coming winter storm”.
She looked up at him with a very warm smile,
and spoke with such kindness; in a humbled style.
"There was a time in my life when I had it all,
that came with a price; and in my faith did I fall.
Since I came back to “The One”, who created me,
he fulfilled His promise to take care of my needs.
I may not have riches or a home made of stone,
but provisions are met by people's kindness shown".
A single tear rolled down the stranger's cheek,
as he knelt next to the woman so meek.
With arms around her, he helped her stand,
covered her with his coat, and took her hand.
"Tonight you have found a home with me,
for there was a time that I had nothing, you see.
But a very kind woman saved me from my plight
when she gave me a home on a cold winter night".
(The Days That Followed)
The dust began to settle, but the silence didn't lift, The skies were clear and empty, a strange and sudden shift. But then the colors started, a bloom against the gray, As we woke up to the morning of the distinct "next day." Do you remember how the porches changed, the windows and the cars? A sudden sea of stripes, a sudden field of stars.
It wasn't ordered from above, no mandate or decree, It rippled out from house to house, from sea to shining sea. The tattered cloth from attics, the stickers on the glass, The small lapels on heavy coats watching the seasons pass. We signaled to each other, a code we understood: I am here, and you are here, and standing here is good.
Then came the twilight gatherings, the parks and village squares, The Fracturing of darkness with the light of silent prayers. Do you recall the paper cups, the wax upon the hand? A million tiny flickers lit the contours of the land. We stood on high school football fields and city capital steps, We stood in quiet driveways, taking measured, deeply breaths.
The fracture broke the frantic pace, the rushing and the race, And left a gentle patience in the open, wounded space. We looked strictly at the pavement, then we looked up at the eyes, And found a kindness waiting there, a comforting surprise. The way we held the doors a bit, the way we let folks in, The way that grief had peeled away the thickness of our skin.
We healed by being near, by simply standing close, The remedy for terror was the thing we needed most. For in the days that followed, when the world felt fragile/new, The Fracturing revealed the bond that held us—me and you. The candle burns down to the wick, the flags eventually fade, But never lose the memory of the promise that we made.
I stand barefoot on the cold moss,
the forest breathing around me,
each leaf a whisper,
each tree a silent witness to my thoughts.
The earth beneath me is alive,
its pulse steady, unhurried,
a rhythm so pure it fills the spaces
the city forgot to take care of.
But then, a hum cuts through the stillness—
a distant echo,
the relentless thrum of engines
and voices screaming for attention.
A reminder that somewhere,
beyond these trees,
there’s a world spinning
in a hurried dance I’ve long since abandoned.
I close my eyes and breathe deeper,
try to swallow the sounds of traffic,
but they press against my temples,
a rigmarole of obligations,
a grind of concrete,
a cycle of “must” and “have to”
that never stops.
The city’s breath is shallow,
always gasping for more,
more time, more money,
more of whatever keeps the gears turning.
The wind brushes my cheek,
soft, as if to say, Let go,
but the city still clings to me,
its weight in my chest,
its urgency a rope pulling me back,
back to the madness.
I open my eyes again.
The trees are still here,
the sky still vast,
and yet the city’s tug is a shadow
that follows me like a ghost.
I am caught between two worlds—
one rooted in silence,
the other a never-ending,
breathless race.
And still, the forest waits.
It doesn’t ask for my return,
it simply is,
unaffected by the rigmarole,
its rhythm unchanged
whether I stay or go.
Each time we speak whether it be to a medium or in person, we can feel something that we cannot explain. Each time we have to give each other a hug before and after we speak. Having dinner together is a blessing has we enjoy each other’s company and can be ourselves with one another. Eventually a kiss will enter into that hug and who knows what God may take it. We're going to ask if our lives are guided to what we need to have in life in accordance with his will. The mysterious ways we were told about his craft are coming to be true. Even if the events bring us maybe sad, it will not always be so. For growing towards one another is not always an easy task. But the love and the end Will be justified even if it seems to be unclear as of now. I am being guided by his will to give three powerful words that I hardly ever say to anyone, if anyone at all. These words are only meant for you as you are the missing rib. The words are “I love you.”
How did you care to love someone like me
Whose name is burdensome for you to bear
A boy whose reputation suffers glee
And whose tomorrow uncertainties scare
How did you care to love someone like Wems
Who wants to turn you a fornicatress
Whose plans have only been to use condoms
And treats you like nothing beyond mistress
How did you care to love me really much
Someone who has no plan for love affair
Rather than deal cum s*x at its best touch
Off time to seek if love, funs could repair
How did you care to love me with your might
Someone who knows nothing of how you cope
With your life challenges to keep the fight
Of fate in line to fulfilment cum hope
How did you care to love me without check
Someone who treats you like been the first time
You get to know each other-- a new spec
Of fear and flair of love at first sights mime
How did you care to love me with your heart
Someone who is not proud to show you off
Who denied to ever date you, his part
Yet shift blames on you to share with Christoph
How did you care to love me with such joy
Someone who reason not to be selfish
Who plays your heart, mind and care- a toy
Whose life all have himself so to cherish
How did you care to play along with him
Whose all acts and doings are unlike man
Who took you a "horny freak" been dualism
Who should have stopped acting like woman
How did you care to love me that real good
With these shortcomings, you wish not to leave
My staggering and bullying freaking hood
I wonder on what you so much relieve
We me through a friend, a chance encounter true
But little did we know, our bond will shine right through
We shared the same demons,the same painful past
Our hearts beat with the same rhythm, at last
We were two souls adrift, lost in the same sea
But found a lifeline in each other,a destiny
We shared our deepest secrets,our fears,our desires
And in eavh other's eyes , our hearts found sweet fires
We were two birds with broken wings,learning to fly
Together we soared,our spirits reaching the sky
We were two rivers,flowing from the same source
Merging our waters,our hearts,our every force
We shared the same scars,the same razor cut pain
But in each other's embrace , we found a love that remained
We smoked the same cigarettes, under the same stars
Our laughter and tears,entwined like the scars
We were two warriors,fighting the same fight
Supporting each other,through the darm of the night
We were two flowers, blooming in the same soil
Nourished by each other's love, our hearts made whole
She became my peace,my shelter in the storm
My partner in crime , my forever form
We were two pieces of a puzzle,fitting perfectly
Together we formed a whole,a love symphony
Our friendship was a flame, burning bright and true
A beacon in the darkness,shining just for you
We were two hearts,beating as one,from the start
A love so strong, it mended our broken hearts
My dearest
My midnight Valentine
She runs into my embrace
And burrows her head into my chest
Such glorious reunion after parting!
Then she takes my hand...
And we'd go twirling like ballerinas under the stars
We'd go sailing on the lake by moonlight
She's a lover like no other; a magnificent treasure
And loving her is so easy, for she's one in a million!
There's heaven in her smiling eyes, her passionate kiss
Arm in arm, often are we. Out and about; seeing a matinee
Tripping the lights fantastic on a romantic
Valentine's Day night on the town
My dearest
My midnight Valentine
Midnight Valentine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written and posted: 01/27/2019
(a meditative ballad)
a signal shown
in silence sown
Searching like strangers in the night
they met each other, a look, a smile.
Angels in the dark, with no guile,
their inner voice directs the light.
They met each other, a look, a smile
He preached the Word with godly might
without reply, no fear, no flight
angels in the dark, with no guile.
A signal shown
they met each other, a look, a smile
She watered seeds, then spoke aright,
angels in the dark, with no guile
in silence sown.
In silence sown
a signal shown
January 10, 2022
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name Whispering Wings