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I took my foot and kicked her out the door.
My wife decided not to be faithful anymore.
It really shocked and upset me when she took a lover.
I was enraged when I learned that it was my brother.
I treated her really good, just like a queen.
What those two did to me was obscene.
I wasn't just betrayed by one loved one, I was betrayed by two.
Packing her bags and kicking her out was something I had to do.
Now she and my brother are expecting a child.
When I think of it, I see red and nearly go wild.
My nephew will be a symbol of how I was betrayed.
I can't stand to live near them, I'm going to move away.
What those two did to me was a horrible sin.
When I leave, I never want to see them again.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
There's something crazy going on these days
Down at the city zoo
The giraffes have joined the high society club
While the monkies are getting tattoos
The elephant's are packing up their trunks
And moving to the Bronx
With all the hippos on a diet
In an effort to lose their junk
The Lions have stopped lying
The cheetahs have stopped cheating
And as far as all their drinking
They're both going to A.A. meetings
The orangutans are the ones to blame
For a pyramid scheme gone bad
Left the zebras all in the red
When they lost everything they had
The crocodiles are out sunning themselves
By the pool drinking Piña coladas
While the mother snakes go on Maury
To try and figure out who is the father
Yes, things are a little crazy these days
Down at the city zoo
But if you were locked in a cage all day
Wouldn't you go crazy too?
Drained of creativity,
Finding nothing left to say!
Sorrowful of world events,
Returning to packing for chaos.
Saving what I can.
Universal sanity,
Is coming to an end!
No one sees the gathering clouds,
Or at least,
Cannot say out loud.
Living in harmony,
Has just passed!
Peace will not last.
Only understanding,
That each person has a strength.
Relishing the positives,
At length!
Finding the common ground,
Moving thoughts around.
Sharing many ideas,
Results in allaying fears.
Destroying the chaos we create,
Making room for thoughts to wake!
Finding solutions,
That will not forsake,
The humanity we've left behind!
On dust heaps and wars,
Hatred of a kind,
That leaves us drained,
And full of disgust.
For all the horror,
We have created,
Being sorrowful is a bit belated!
Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape
Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle
I like tea and
I like cake
but the one thing I like best
is each morning when I awake
the start of a brand new day
read Gods' word sit down and pray
no need to worry about tommorow its all in Gods' hand
just enjoy today cherish each moment just like God has planned
we have everything to look forward too no reason to feel sad
this is a brand new day that God has made
so we shall rejoice and we shall be glad
even if troubles come our way
God will take our cares and blues away
think of just one thing that makes you glad
then all that day you will be glad that you had.
A Happy thought a day
Keeps the evil one at bay, it's true it works
don't let him have a foothold or ruin your day
satans' lies we can all do with out
there is always something that we can be happy about
he will try to send doom and gloom but our happy thoughts soon send him packing out the
room. satan can never win, each day is a gift from God so let His happiness in our day begin.
when I was this many
you can't count the thumb
I had this soft friend
a horsey, all felt and tan
about the size of a piece of toast
but with legs
I could sleep with it
up close to my face
and curl up to be safe
I called it Grell
my parents never could
figure out why
they talked about it a lot
and giggly smiled
I always wanted Grell with me
at my nap
in the car
when I was afraid
Sammy's dad had to leave forever
and Sammy from next door
would never see him again
he cried, we both did
I gave him Grell
so he wouldn't be sad at night
it was all I had
I missed Grell
then, when I was
this many and
this one over here
Sammy's family moved
I thought Grell was gone forever
much later, when I was big
I heard Sammy died in the war
about then, I was packing my things
and my mom gave me a box
of old stuff when I was
you know, really little
stuck in the corner at the bottom
faded and dusty was Grell
I picked it up softly
I think Grell was sad
and put it in my suit pocket
later that day, I went to
Sammy's memorial in the city
I saw his mom
I gave her Grell for Sammy
she said she'd give it to him
it was the right thing to do
Sammy will be happy now
and so will Grell
4/2020
L Milton Hankins
My Personal Favorite No 2
Written September 4, 2016
So tired of all this stress
The hours I've put in this desk
Sending and receiving
Never truly reading
A glaze has covered my eyes
I've known it all too well
The pain of walking the line
Toeing the precipice
Edges of edifice
The view has opened my eyes
All these buses and trains
How they all look the same
Passing through the veins of Washingtonia
Packing for summertime
A welcomed escape for my mind
Shutting sounds that surround
Focus on earth and ground
It's so easy on the eyes
With the wind in our hair
Looking to shed some despair
Through forests and rivers
Wise and ancient timbers
I'm finally home right now
All these churches and trains
How they all look the same
Passing through the hills of Appalachia
I woke up very early this morning, restless and bothered, itchy for the day to happen. As dawn broke orange, the city was revealed. I’ll never get tired of watching that. The snow was gone but a gloss over the city streets indicated ice. I scanned the landscape for movement - for life - like a predator.
Lisa and I are headed back to school today, at 11am, by air, which our parents feel is the best way to avoid our old, holiday nemesis omicron (doesn’t that make us sound like secret agents?).
Once everyone was finally up, Lisa and I got our busy-on, doing the last load of laundry and final packing. Lisa, packs a suitcase, by throwing clothes in without bothering to fold them, while I meticulously fold and roll my clothes, like a marine headed for deployment.
As Lisa and I worked, Leeza (12) was lying on Lisa’s bed, on her back with her head hanging over the edge - watching us pack upside down. Her red hair looked like a thrown plate of spaghetti.
Leeza was talk, talk, talking and gnawing on a toasted bagel at the same time. “How do you feel about going back to school?” she asked us. “OH, feelings!” I gasped, “A free therapy session!” “No, really,” she said, grown serious and rolling right side up.
Leeza is cute as a button and vulnerable - I could almost feel her anxiety. As the youngest sibling I’d been left behind too - you don’t want the holiday to end and your big sister to leave - it’s a singularly lonesome feeling. I wanted to grab her, like a puppy, wrestle her and tell her I love her and I’d miss her - like my sister used to do with me. I decided that as soon as we were done packing, I would.
“My GOD,” Lisa said to Leeza, “will you PLEASE shut up! I have to think.” Leeza blushed and shrugged “I’m just making conversation, grump-face, you’ve packed a million times before haven’t you?” “Does counting to 10 make murder premeditated?” Lisa asked the ceiling.
Suddenly, Lisa dropped the blouse she’d been holding and pounced on Leeza, tickling her as she squealed with delight. In a second they’d become a ball of flailing arms, legs, hair and playful noise. I slunk out of the room to give them their sister’s goodbye.
Besides, I smelled bacon.
is it possible that i am doing this now
seems like just last lifetime i was eating cold french bread and just as cold lunch buckets in a parking lot
i think i still have the footprints on my chest that still feels cold to the touch
i remember my stomach expressing himself by saying an elongated 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'
i thought about the copper
i thought about the other change
i thought about cookbooks and eating certain food a certain way to display my disbelief
now look at me....opening a suitcase
i am actually packing clothes in it
i am going to the car and putting said suitcase in the trunk of this here car
then i am going back inside....not to pack up my belongings....but to put another bag in the trunk
i am thinking about exits, snacks, coolers, and rest areas
once upon a time it was plasma, water, iron, and protein
i am another little person who has come a long way i guess
then again, little noah is healing from a hernia removal from his groin
hell, after his mother told about his ordeal, again i am humbled
i am moved to praise Him for myself and pray for little noah's full recovery
once again, my mind grows through another one of God's Left Field Lessons....
Summertime, a wonderful time full of nostalgic teenage memories
I spent many weekends with my best friend Tina at Bear Pond Park
Memories of packing our swimsuits, towels, music and bagged lunches
And We always brought our spending money for the snack shack
We chewed grape bubble gum in the car and gossiped on the way
It was a fun time and I always looked forward to those special days
At the park, we swam, worked on our tans and went on the slides
Laughing, flirting with the boys while racing down the rainbow rides
In the late afternoon We had our deep dish ice cream sundaes
Memories of my tongue tickled by the tartness of the strawberries,
while soothed by frozen vanilla custard with layers of whipped cream
We ate at the picnic table while sweet dribbles landed on our swimsuits
We had to wait a while before we could go back and swim in the lake
We went back to the rainbow slides, laughing and chewing bubble gum
Our swimsuits dotted with ice cream and berry stains, soon to be washed away
We had one last afternoon swim, our suits washed clean until the next weekend.
6/26/22
Contest: Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
N/A Judged 7/15/22