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My 24th Leaf
Plucked thee on way out
Once again same route
It's arboreal
It's fruit national
Leaf from “mango” tree!
CapSU-Main owns thee
Living property
Perhaps long ago
Thin & tall, young though
The tree's juvenile
Third month and sixth day
While out along way
Sir Ralph had just been
Death cart had just seen
Overheard necro
Left-side corridor
Of the school's ground floor
Almost near garage
Of front gate's entrance
Some sort of plant box
Holiday CapSU
Ex. Pres., oh adieu
While funeral mass
Roching Dadivas -
CapSU shall miss you!
-03/06-07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Ad Hoc Ad Litem: CHAPTER 2
Reverse Psychology has no real true antonym, if so, it would be known as persuasive psychology which is nonsensical and the redundancy of the word psychology be removed. On the other hand, Reverse Psychology has been used time and again, throughout RECORDED history since the year 1 BC, when the serpent did that number on Eve, who did it on Adam.
1a] It was my Dad who said to Mom, I overheard on the phone, that they were up to something. Did Mom say good or bad? Did they ask you why we moved to the mainland? No, that you got a good job up here, that's all. Then they are asking son.
1b] Reverse psychology Dad used them, as I did higher learning courses during the computerless era of the mid-70s stuck in the library, tutored high schoolers all older than me, a third of which was my cousins--family alma mater. My benefit was a memorable life, except for my son's loss, I would not change anything else.
2] Reverse psychology benefited them--Hell yes! Some came to my graduation, all standing ovations and laughter being the only one left standing the longest recipient of scholarships. These high-ranking officials of the State of Hawaii, dignitaries all, shaking their hands with my proud parents, and no bowls of water to have them washed. Hawaii School Board was there, it was all too apparent. Those dignitaries shook my hands too, and went back to their well-secured political seats for the rest of their lifetimes. Their benefits were more than just seats, public buildings, parks, beaches, highways, and submarines, even our beloved Aloha State's largest airport is named after my biggest benefactor, who was also my graduation class commencement speaker, the Late Former Senator Daniel Inouye.
Come Saturday checking out
Christopher reached out to Laura
and made the call
Laura have you got a passport and any leave left at work
Yes why
Well you showed me around Kansas
so it's only right you let me return the favor and show you were i am from
You did say you always wanted to see England didn't you ?
And honestly i'd really love to see you again and spend some more time with you
If i pay for you will you come please ?
Ok then yes
I just have to check with my Doctor first
make sure it's alright
Sadly her Doctor recommended her strongly not to
given her current medical condition
But she thought what the hell and
went against his wishes
So plan's we're made tickets booked
And on Thursday 9th May at 6pm
under a setting Kansas sunset
she face-timed Chris blowing him a kiss from the departure gate ending the call i cannot wait to see you
Christopher so excited arrived at Manchester Airport half an hour earlier than her flight was due
Only to find it was delayed by over 2 hour's
And when it arrived he still patiently waiting
Overheard a passing couple leaving talking
Referring to a young lady who had
passed away during the flight
Until the grip on his sweaty palms
opened and stopped clutching the
welcoming bouquet of flowers he was holding
Because he knew right there and then
Before he went to the enquiries desk and asked
the question he already knew the answer to
That he wouldn't be seeing Laura again
She never left Kansas
Unfortunately real life is not like a movie
And seldom comes with a happy ending
Cut from the same cloth, certainly didn't apply
I'd lived twenty places, was born to improvise
You had one home, parents, sister, two nephews
Persistance forced my flighty spirit to accept you
Invited to hang with your family on usual basis
Questions about my background always evaded
Overheard your Dad say after a dinner one eve
" Son, truly.... Get a nice girl, not so zany - leave"
As would most men aged 24, in new relationship
With age 19, you paid no heed, an excuse to slip
Finally away from the family home, we moved
Interstate, far from scrutiny, habits disapproved
A year passed, dreams and dramas wrestled
Competed for front row view of young love nestled
Between marital bliss, mortgage payments, careers
Told folks we relied on your income, truth more severe
Four nights a week exotic dancer took a heavy toll
Your folks hassled you, different girl a better goal
" See how good Mum's been to me," he implored
Soon after discovered my job, they took no more!
Arrived on next flight - your Dad stupidly locked me out
Enraged, I pay most the mortgage, he couldn't discount
Hours later, he emerged scowling, dragged you elsewhere
I struggled to digest your choice, sudden diminished care
Rough days passed, your invasive Dad in your ear
You came to see me despite his advice not to come near
Announced you'd decided to return, to sponsorship offered
Engineering degree, future safe, my funds they scoffed at
Twenty years onward, confounded by that night's velocity
Dangled disheartening aspect, our perfectly drawn ferocity
Sobbing estatic cries mingled greasily, future severed us
Relishing your resurrection, impossible stood impervious
Worshipping each crest and crevice, tears wiped, wet again
Pleasure mounted meal of now, rubbed sliced, salted in pain
Wounds of what was coming consumed core and limbs
Sunset and sunrise conjoined, ongoing herald of eroticism
I thought by writing this poem
I could ramp up the cognitive demand
I wanted to get down on paper
The time my chopsticks talked to me
They told me there is a towel
On the flag of Belarus
I was flabbergasted by this
I dipped them in wasabi
I imagined a scream
Like a falling bomb
I overheard someone
Asking about the buffet
I heard the name
Emma Chizzit
This was repeated several times
With more and more intensity
Then it was realised that this
Australian woman was asking
"How much is it?"
Followed by my chopsticks
Asking me about Moses
How he makes his tea
Hebrews it was the answer
I paid the bill and left
The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland;
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply.
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful.
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound;
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink;
rhythmic and terrifying.
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light.
It's that time of year again: Halloween night.
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started.
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up.
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses.
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds,
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die."
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine.
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears.
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder,
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle,
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events
in the old castle.
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest
"All beauty must die" the voice visited
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me?
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? "
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from.
The energy to scream or run departed her,
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white,
levitating in the air, and moving towards her;
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness,
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it.
Remember this is a true story about Emmie;
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night……
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley
Poem Written by: Teddy Kimathi and Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
On the outskirts of Liverpool
lie's a place called Kirkby
Where the residents were supposed
to be so poor
They were unashamedly referred to
and labeled as Sock Robber's
Due to the fact they were so poor
they would even steal socks off other
people's washing line's once put out
and left to dry
But better still whilst listening to them
discuss between themselves from
different area or parts of Kirkby
Which was worse and who was
poorest I overheard this 1 of them say
People in Southdene where you are
from don't actually realize what they
think or believe to be is the North Star
the brightest star in the sky at night
Is actually in fact the search light
eminent from the police helicopter
circling overhead permanently
while i was passing by
in aisle five
i overheard
“get help”
she happened to glance at me
and by 6:03
i happened to think
what if she said
“get well”
and i don’t know who
and i wasn’t there
but i know
when i’ve heard it before
if it wasn’t condescendingly
had one pound of empathy
i would’ve been
more likely
we all have days
that get swept in the haze
of just trying to stay alive
2 steps forward, 1 step back
but it feels like rewinding 5
after drawing a circle or two
you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life
it’s like a birthday balloon
in a crowded room
it’s all up in the air
the balloon falls down
you look around
and wonder if you all have circles there
in the clouds
but with the crowd
sometimes you hear in the way they speak
the toughened clay
they molded that day
to prevent from appearing weak
you feel the way it sounded
they’re trying to keep it grounded
you see the smoothness of their rock
because they’re silently wearing the erosion
it took for them
to become that soft
Communion
reversed
grows feelings of narcissistic isolation.
Isolation
reversed
invites empowering cooperation.
Cooperation
reversed
requires competitive capitalization.
Capitalism
begets
Win/Lose strategic
Business as bottom economic line
Usual.
BusinessAsUsual
begets
monocultural monopolistic fantasies.
Monopoly Win fantasies
beget
monotheistic loyalty games
speaking patriotism
whispering worship.
Monotheistic loyalty
begets
isolation.
Isolation
reversed
invites active communion,
a verb
sacredly familiar
as secular cooperation
Cooperation
co-arising
polypaths toward WinWin Futures,
economically secular
and politically sacred
communion
abhors mere capital
monotheistic underinvestment.
Monotheistic isolation
reversed
grows feelings of polyphonic communion,
resilient ecology,
resonant theology.
The silence of sacred trees branching
and the secular sounds of trees shedding branches
nearby
is not yet overhead,
nor peacefully overheard.
Wicked whispers, like hisses,
slithered throughout the office
when the disliked departed for the day.
Rotten hysteria blared
like beastly blasts.
Louder their voices leaped
as they could see that she was gone.
Like following lost sheep,
on and on they'd bleep
about her crazy ways,
her annoying voice,
her ogre odor,
her misfit outfits and
a myriad of mindless ramblings.
My conscience wanted to stop them,
to stomp on their every word,
but my speech was stilled
in impactful silence.
Suddenly she scampered back,
secretly weaving toward
her forgotten sweatshirt,
draped upon her rolling chair
where whispers
gnawed like moths.
She grabbed it with a snap
then whisked away.
I wondered, with
empathic embarrassment,
how much damaging slander
she had overheard.
12-13-19