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Small figures in my garden sat nearby
my bushes of red roses, and one night
when solstice moon bloomed golden in the sky
I viewed from my front window such a sight!
Like magic, my cute figurines became
alive, and I could hear each word they said!
They planned a party, and their first big game
was ring-around-my bunch of rosies red.
The gnomes cooked up some treats! I don’t know how.
The pixies threw some dust on my small tree.
Before my eyes I saw it growing. Wow!
They somehow knew I wanted walnuts badly!
The gnomes in their bright hats said they’d be glad
to oversee its productivity,
but said more flowers needed to be had.
so fairies sprinkled dust nearby my tree.
Then many types of flowers sprang from ground.
The little folks said all the empty spaces
would thrive in sunshine. Then they danced around
till dawn's light when they froze, grins on their faces!
6/27/2016 For The Little People Poetry Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Elena is a visiting nurse, she's
also my sister in law.
She shared a story with me,
that practically dropped my jaw.
She didn't mention this couple's
name, there are privacy laws.
But she shared a story about,
this oriental man that took some
ba__'s
Don't get me wrong they were
a nice couple that had some
medical needs.
Elena was there to help, take
care of her patient, provide some
medical assistance and oversee.
She got to know the family and
became good friends.
There was one little problem
there was a language barrier
both didn't understand.
It was frustrating for Elena
trying to communicate with
this older man.
Wung would make up words
and Elena would nod her head
to make him think she'd
comprehend.
I guess she nodded because
she didn't want to hurt his
feelings to show that she
didn't have a clue to what
he was talking about.
She just didn't understand
Chinese, no way no how.
One day Wung asked her, "You
like ucky chicken?" She
replied, "What?" He asked
again, "You like ucky chicken?"
He told her, "You comma with me!"
He took Elena in the kitchen took
out a frying pan, some cooking oil,
and a chicken for her to see.
He put the frying pan on the
burner, slammed the chicken in
the cooking oil, and said
"ucky chicken, ucky chicken!"
Elena looked at this Old man
trying desperately to understand.
Elena said, "Oh you mean fried
chicken!" He said, "yes!" "Yes!" "ucky
chicken, ucky chicken!"
He said, "You aaaaamericans ucky chicken in the hottttt oilllllll!"
Meaning to say. You Americans fry chicken in the hot oil.
Elena practically fell on the floor
laughing for what she had heard.
In his words he thought he was
saying fried chicken but his actual
words said, well you get the picture.
LOL!
Michael Tor 10/2 2015 (True Story)
Dedicated to my sister in law Elena.
Ale and horses
There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses
to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation
when crates had been delivered at one grocer there was
usually the sharing of a bottle of beer which during the day amounted to a fair of ale.
At the time a left-wing Christian political party was in power and used its position to deny licenses to cafes
and restaurants that often went bankrupt.
This banning of alcohol policy didn't stop people from
drinking they made their own tipple a mjod called
“Sats” Say, a big milk churn, sugar, yeast, water, and a bit of leftover fruit, a few weeks near a warm place, and when sieved the result was a hazy-looking substance
stronger than beer.
It is always difficult when a government gets to banning
mood like closing restaurants because it can lead people into temptation when the truth is they want people to pay more in taxes.
Tobacco is heavily taxed for health reasons, but that is not quite true, cigars are still relativistic cheap because
it is what the toffs smoke
the pleasure killers realized that more and more people
were buying chewing tobacco overlooked by the good doers, too late this year but they will hit users of this harmless drug by taxing it to the rafters, telling people it is bad for you knowing people will still chew.
There are two political parties one is conservative and will allow as long as we oversee financial corruption
the over party is well-meaning, we have to pay taxes to help some country people who don't where it is
in the name of brotherhood, only to see the leaders are
knee-deep lost cash and sexual shenanigans.
As for the people, they can do as they did before, make
“Sats”
Each Galaxy has its Guardians
Constantly on watch and patrol,
Spread throughout the Universe
Each a part of a disparate whole.
They are the Whales of Space,
Entities of energy and light
Making their endless journeys
Through vacuum’s constant night,
Attending each Star’s dying,
There to record and behold
That final transition into Black Hole.
Watch that slow process unfold.
Communicating at a frequency
Only receivable by their peers
Information moving back and forth
Across a Galaxy’s light years.
The Universe expands, spreads,
Galaxies crash, disappear, merge
In an apparent contradiction as
Somehow some of them converge.
Will the Whales carry out their task
Until every living star is gone?
In a dark universe of Black Holes.
Will their patrols still carry on?
Herders of Heavenly bodies,
Now in their ultimate darkest form,
Are the Whales there just to oversee
A mysterious period of reform?
An inexplicable part of destiny
Emotionlessly awaiting a time when
Suddenly there is situation where
A Universe explodes with light again?
Alleged anthrax-laden alligator arrives in afternoon
Beyond bright baboon baby bestows brilliance
Chaste chimpanzees charge chagrined cheetahs
Doped donkeys deliberate director’s dictate
Elongated eel exasperate enormous elephants
Fruit flies flit and flutter among fruity flowers
Gravely gross gibbons gripe greedily
Hyenas and hippos are hungrily huffing
Igneous information informs iconic islanders
Jubilant jellyfish jealous juxtapositions
Kipling’ s kangaroos kill kindler’s keepsakes
Lively llamas leaping and loving
Many mammals merrily marauding
Nefarious Neverland needing new numbers
Often outsiders oversee overgrown owls
Persnickety porcupines parading in pairs
Quintessential quails quickly quell Quakers
Respite reveals rushing rip-roaring rhinos
Stolen stags slide south showing secrecy
Tiptoe through trails, tricking tigers
Understanding unicorns utilize umbrellas
Very vexing victims verify variety of vixens
Well-meaning walrus whips whippersnapper’s will
‘Xacting ‘Xrays ‘Xplore ‘Xpansive ‘Xports
Yoga yielding yaks yelp at yellow yarn
Zealous zebra zips in zingy zoo.
A wise man said “all you need is love.”
To satisfy our dear Lord above
God made us hoping we’d live in peace
That earth would be a gleeful retreat.
Imagine being in mist of war
Living in fear behind one's front door
Afraid to sleep, in a living hell
Listening for the latest bombshell.
Seeing dead bodies strewn all around
Innocents sadly heavenward bound
Glorious buildings raised to the floor
Been and gone, destroyed for evermore.
The Lord must weep to oversee this
It’s not the way we’re meant to exist
God created a world full of grace
For everyone in the human race.
Most folk on earth have a sacred heart
Knowing what’s right and wrong, from the start
All we need is love, those words so true
From a songster, who died from hate too.
Our times here of triumph and tragedy,
fulfills the karma of all of our lives.
From the children born who soon rule the world,
to labors of love of their father's wives.
The reality that the old man's son,
must oversee his eventual death.
In the making of a legal record,
that makes sure to count his every breath.
The hardships of life are seen in the face,
the hollow cheeks and the lines like rivers.
Bring to bear the pain of our broken hearts,
and the respite that a death delivers.
To roam the silence of a righteous place,
and haunt the mansions of the higher kind.
To lie upon the lessons of the past,
and the beds of gold we are bound to find!
date:10/25/22
Last night, while I was weary, an Angel came to me.
He was sent to be my guide — a trip he was asked to oversee.
The Angel had a calmness as he gently took my hand,
He told me not to be afraid — a journey for me he had planned.
The Angel spread his giant wings and wrapped me in embrace,
And what seemed like just the blink of an eye, we were transposed to another place.
We stood within a garden, soft grass beneath my bare feet,
A cool breeze caressed my body, easing me from gentle heat.
No words could describe the beauty — a paradise beyond compare,
A masterpiece so carefully made, for a select few to share.
In the distance, I heard a lady singing softly to children near,
They sat in circles, hand in hand, their laughter pure and clear.
Her voice — it sounded familiar, as I slowly drew more near,
The song was one from childhood, a memory I hold so dear.
I didn’t feel out of place as I joined them for a while,
I felt the joy in every note — I couldn’t help but smile.
The Angel spoke once more, this time calling me by name,
He said I had been brought here, and the reason he explained:
“At times, some souls are called here, though only for a day,
When hope feels lost, and hearts grow tired, and light seems far away.
When life on earth feels heavy, too hard for one to bear,
They’re brought here by an Angel — to remember love's still there.
For you, my child, were brought here, because you needed to see,
How precious you are to the father — A blessing from him to thee.
To all those with wealth out there,
Who are considering which charity is the best fit this year,
Here is an idea,
Could sponsoring a job be fairer.
Just think how much more your money could achieve there,
And how much better looking the economy would appear,
With less children in care,
And less people living in fear
With few idle hands in the neighbourhood to at your door stare.
Gambling too might in decline appear,
Alcohol producing less harm everywhere,
And opportunities to commit fraud no longer an easy affair,
With more people to oversee what they do there.
It is just a thought I thought you might like to hear,
That much fruit could bear,
If you could see your way clear,
To think outside the square.
Where the haze of the soul and heart meet
As darkness wiggles and enigmas excrete
Whispers hit over an unfathomable abyss
A story of love and shadows starts to wiss
Amid a mist of ambiguity and skepticism,
an opus of whispers bursts aestheticism.
Invisible hands oversee the visceral dance,
When light and shadow share a glance.
Soft, seductive, shadowy muttering,
Raising awareness over innate yearning
Such ethereal sparks on a gloomy night
Sparking zeal to sustain the fire bright.
Within the eerie abyss of one's heart
Love and gloom share an intense start.
Our bond is a tango of dim light and shade
As tales disappear and real facts are laid.
"In the misty corridors of the soul"
The harm of gossip is lasting and taking its toll.
Inextricably linked with affection and gloom
A dance of lies for all to witness and bloom.
Murmurs resound with an introspective tune
We're reaching closer as we quest and swoon.
Digging into the worst depths of our appetite
Grasping the reality that generates love tight.
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