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In the middle of Ava’s soccer game…somehow it came to pass
that three members of my family were doing cartwheels in the grass.
As our family grows and extends…as in and out each other’s lives we drift
any time I get to spend with my family…I consider as a gift.
It doesn’t matter what day…in whatever time or place
nothing beats the feeling of being with family…face-to-face.
Even at a soccer game…amidst parental encouragement and screams
we can find the time to talk about their current hopes and dreams.
Because every moment spent with family…with any portion of my family tree
Is bound to bring a smile to my face…and add some memories.
So I take advantage of that moment with my family…every child, every woman, every man
in the time we have together to make as many memories as I can.
It could be cheering Ava on…one of her family of soccer fans…
It could be talking with Damien and Trista about their wedding plans.
It could be, on an afternoon when the clouds blocked out the sun
talking with Ali and Trista about mimosas…pitchers….two for one.
I try to make as many memories as I can in the moment…
because once that moment’s passed…
I never know which memories will fade…
and which memories will last.
It could be Taylor talking about his new job…
or about Aden’s statistic class
or it could be something as simple…
as doing cartwheels in the grass.
Cartoons
Saturday morning, early,
we sat around the toob…(tv)
We laughed.
Road runner was too fast,
the coyote was always too slow.
Thundar was a Barbarian,
and Strawberry was a shortcake.
Shaggy chased bad guys,
Scooby was a hero.
Foghorn was a wise rooster,
and hunting season changed quickly.
Marvin was a Martian,
and earth was in the way.
However,
No one got too hurt,
No one thought it was too real,
to steal the truth from our imaginations.
No, no one.
We learned please and thank you…
Con-juction-junction and what happens to a “bill”. (that wants to be a law)
The scariest thing to watch was PBS, where babies come from. (parental permission)
Our evenings were the American Hero, McFixIt the Everything Man,
and where no “man” has gone before.
(no one was mad, as “man” meant humanity…
even clearer, no one had to consider, as it was obvious…why is it no longer that way)
Still, we laughed.
When the last one leaves,
and you sit there and grieve;
When you know that the time has come,
and both you and they are long from done.
You've given your very best of home training,
but deep inside your soul, your parental heart is raining.
You remember their first day of school when you had
no choice but to let them go. You turned your body with
a bit of discretion, but your eyes were set, locked, and frozen
in your child's direction. Perhaps with few exceptions, you, like
millions more have been on a quest for an empty nest. Well,
your nest is empty now, and indeed, you are happy to be free,
but you never realized how difficult it would be. You and your
spouse often look around and walk through what seems now
to be a larger house that is as quiet as a mouse. Be advised
that in an empty nest, you might often lose track of this and that,
but in many cases, they often come back. It's time now to realize
that they are really gone, but you'll always keep in touch over the
telephone. And remember that you have done your very best. Now,
it's time for you to simply stress less and let go of all the rest.
050423PSCtest. Cooper Etheridge
Contest Name Empty Nest
I can select scant options
available among figurative
menu of life (mine) case in
point, this ordinary day (July
10th, 2019) typifies small
number routine prospects
regarding how I will while
away hours, cuz restrictions -
circumscribed, linkedin,
predicated by sought hade
curried parameters incorporating
genetic propensities inscribing
mental, physical, and spiritual
potential random talents bestowed
upon yours truly in tandem
with environmental factors
during childhood (upbringing,
middle class household income,
homogeneous Caucasian
neighborhood...), plus outcomes
wrought by countless decisions
(unfortunately usually, lapsed
deadline determinant and/or
nonpositive avoidance behavior -
identified as passive aggression
by mother dearest, she passed
away 14+ years), since...tender
boyhood age, when volition
allowed, enabled, and provided
restrained freedom (limited by
parental approval until arbitrary
18th birthday), thus this moment
essentially represents rapid
flowing confluence regarding
cumulative outcomes, whereby
nexus (Lexus) of one outcome
determined possibilities for next
situation till present, which
narrow bounds straitjacketed
alternatives to utilize liberty
productively, i.e. cultivating
strengths finding this garden
variety baby boomer (crying
the blues) frittering time courtesy
non beneficial trivial pursuits,
which tellingly (no surprise)
did not bring happiness to this
life, where loose analogy being
imprisoned since essentially
majority (default) actions not
serve best interests (mine),
though recently conscious
proactive effort to hone writing
bred thru existence as bookworm.
I conclude non jarringly tipping
figurative hat to Fiona Apple,
The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than
the Driver of the Screw and
Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do.
Rigor mortis cold comfort
defendant need not appear in court
diminishes attendant prosecutorial effort
habeas corpus made superfluous
courtesy just dessert morte
but deadman outflanked plaintiffs sport.
Nonetheless millionaire financier and
accused sex trafficker
found dead by suicide
on Saturday August 10th, 2019
doth not absolve his guilt
rather speaks of innocence
and naiveté he stole.
Many accosted victims might rejoice,
yet the ghost of Jeffrey Epstein
will continue to hang around,
grinning, leering, ogling...
within seared psyches
indelibly scarred
only slightly assuaged
wounded warrioresses
advocates against physical violation
sexual and/or otherwise
offenders need be taken to task,
whether within parental/
guardian role, religious contexts
relationships, random
axe of violence, et cetera.
The voices of abused victims
sweeping across webbed gamut of
age, gender, nationality, race, religion...
suffer anguish courtesy
dirty deeds dirt cheap
costing devastating expense
for grueling life
only compounded when
blithely ignored
begetting psychological ills
giving perpetrator,
no matter his/her (their)
linkedin demographic bracketed affiliation
must be held accountable
yes even the president
plus lesser political representatives
granting guilty free license
to roam scott free.
Yours truly amply nonresistant
regarding ohm my dog
being convenient scapegoat,
reckons if brazen
and empowered courtesy
Lake Woebegone powdermilk biscuits
retaliatory vendettas bring absolute zero
win/win conflict resolution.
Parental love is not a scalar measure,
it’s giving each child the individual support and care,
devoid of judgment or comparison,
without favoring one over another.
I do not pour the vastness of oceans in a single spoon,
nor do I capture the rainbow rhapsody in a single frame.
For me, one child is the gleam of the morning light,
the other, the soft shine of the twilight tinge.
One is the ebullience of the cascading stream,
another, the calm depth of the bottomless sea.
I love to the full the one in front of me,
enticing me with unique identity,
until moving away from sight, not from mind,
giving the space in my heart to the other.
“I have journeyed within myself,
Scanned rumblings of the inner self
Lent my ears to the inner chime
Within grasp of the sands of time.” By author.
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The Journey Within
The journey within, for diverse souls,
Begins at diverse stages of life,
For some since early days of childhood,
Goaded by parental mentoring,
For others during the course of life
Driven by coincidence or a quirk of fate.
For some it`s an insightful journey
Shining with light of enlightenment,
A straight-line excursion to top of a mount,
For others a nebulous trip shrouded with haze,
Veiled with dark doubt and deadly dread,
A sporadic trek ceasing at foot of a hill.
My journey within glowing since days of youth,
Sparkling through exposure and learning,
Has been deeply anchored with quest to know myself,
To find who I am and my goals in life.
Storms of life sustained from fate and men
Have propelled me to scan deeper within myself,
To treasure peace and bliss in solitude
At the shining lake of my inner self.
Samson reborn within
brand name garden variety
twentieth century *****sapien
hirsute trademark characteristic
electrified, empowered, enamored
mirrored reflection validated
substantial flowing luscious tresses
superseded body, mind, and spirit triage
prioritized as most significant
constituent essence passively
potently, pronouncedly exemplified
declaration of independence
against parental United Kingdom
first impression evoked
heavy metal musician,
this then skinny prepubescent lad
who doth sing a poor tune
easily mistaken androgynous
long haired pencil necked geek
weathered cruel barbs
harriedly styled swiftly tailored
disproportionately relegated hirsute
feature length non "FAKE"
real McCoy adorning
all important Hatfield resident
effectively far fetched
gloating prized hair him,
despite primitive diatribes
courtesy loving "mom,"
she did vociferously inveigh
vouchsafed to schtup
ample legal tender,
all to no avail
then authoritarianism tactics resorted,
I lacked chutzpah to vent anger,
plus self confidence
to vamoose voluntarily negligible,
unnecessary insufferable expletives
out the mouth of she...,
who birthed sole son
passively resistantly intractable
demure, meek, resilient...
even decades later
vicious lashings still affect me
analogous black barbs
digging deep into psyche
diminution allotted thinning hair
absent male pattern baldness...,
I surmise to attribute
senescence the culprit.
Is it true that the 'best and the brightest'
have set their minds against America, that
the protestors want to tear it down not build
it up? Is it true that they are the real patriots,
the ones who want to refashion this country
to live up to its claims as a land of opportunity
for one and all? Is it true that these self-assured
people are the wave of the future, and that
"Nothing can stop 'their great ideas,' whose
time has come?"
Well they certainly are neither the best nor
the brightest. To fall for communism, or any
of its forms, which have been proven over and
over again for the past 125 years to be the
death knell of those unfortunate countries
which have adopted them--- Is that bright?!
Listening to protestors' ideas carefully will reveal
how they actually would deny opportunity to the
very folks they claim to want to help: Defunding
the police, and eliminating prisons and courts of
law will forever doom the hopes of people
residing in our inner-city neighborhoods, who
will be at the mercy of the shooters and drug-
dealers... And are their 'great ideas' the wave
of the future? They are if you really think our
once-great universities have a chance of sur-
viving should they continue to unabashedly
promote a radical agenda.
Get a grip, America and Americans! Come to
your senses. Restore the idea of 'One Nation
Under God. --- Under God, and not under the
allure of every youth movement that comes
along to overturn centuries of hard-won
experience grounded in Faith, Good Deeds,
and Wise Parental Guidance. May we all live
to see the Dawn of a Brighter Day tomorrow!
Each cherished memory of mine...cause iz woe
Analogous to unique ventifact for shore
and seven years ago,
where time and tide faintly roar
within noggin o'this common Joe
reviewing silent film unreleased,
unpopular, unimpressive tour
de force if technology existed
to broadcast and show
projected on big screen only
to elicit chore
tills whereby rotten tomatoes
lobbed accompanied by dough
less bro (i.e. an alter ego equally hoar
rubble at lifelong accomplishments), though
woke to awareness, whence
twilight years sped more
bajillion times faster than greased
lightning, when final adieu
will tide dully be high water mark
luke king point blank at poor
etch heave mints mostly
abysmally, equally,
pathetically barely drew
stick figures upon tabula rasa
mostly feeble scratches galore
looking at you
unknown reader, now
doddering, hobbling, loafing... ignore
rant of untold opportunities
(long fostered barnacle clad) view
wing gamut of healthy risk taking
avoidance in name of war
re: ness against challenging,
testing, upending... true
and tried loathsome
overstayed welcome, a deplore
hubble basket case squirreled
within bedroom, who
suffered rabid exhortations, objections,
ultimatums... told to shovel ordure
lack of gainful employment
beset courtesy a slew
of psychological mailer daemons
case closed by parental cloture
countless decades ague
reduced present fulfillment score
indelible bitterness toward
self confident self I never knew
afraid of doppelganger to
central processing unit silly con wayfair core.