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If I had three wishes
What would they be?
The first would be for stability
The food and shelter that I have before been without
The cold nights I spent sleeping in a car
To not have to feel the numbing cloud of depression
And the hopelessness that comes with it
The second would be for my perfect self image
That I didn’t have days where I was stressed and panicked
All over whether my hair was parted correctly
Or if I was being judged by others
Their eyes staring into me even though they aren’t even looking at all
That I didn’t have to worry about being pretty enough or up to the standard of society
And the third would be to be able to help others
To be equipped with the tools to teach, mentor, and heal
So that those who suffer my pain can feel just a little less alone
To give people the spark they need to reignite a dead or dying flame
To be the brightest star in the sky
And with those three wishes I would leave my legacy on the world
Because the only thing that truly matters in this life is what we leave behind
- response to Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman"
My phenomenal woman,
I have never seen another like you,
You're phenomenally, fiercely, wonderfully,
Crafted by the hand of God,
Who selflessly le you forth from his hand,
To be with us here, its all
In your razzle
In your cooling voice
In your spicy breath
It is all in you
Wonderful
Phenomenal in each respect.
You are a goddess living on earth
The wreath halo on your head is testimony,
To the divine and fine nature of your existence,
With each move of your hips
The eyes of men bow, their jaws follow suite
And they wonder what it is you search for
In your never ending joy
In your lust for life
In your hunger for living
It is all in you
Wonderful
Phenomenal in each respect.
So keep on dancing to the whistle of the sky
Keep shining more than the stars combined
For you are a Venus which is all mine
Full in her love and sex, born of the sea
The sea parted like side to side
To let you come ashore to this earth
In the breath of your spirit
In the jewel in your heart
In the wink of your eye
It is all in you
Wonderful
Phenomenal in each respect.
Even when the gods saw you walking
Cooley and slowly on the earth
They wanted to tear down the gates of heaven
Sit on top of the trees and watch you
In your life of grace as if they
Are watching players in a theatre, I said it
In the flowers in your air
In the blessing of your life
In the woman that is you
It is all in you
Wonderful
Phenomenal in each respect.
I can remember it like it was yesterday.....
Listening to a hard rock "all-night" radio station,
boppin' back from college to my hometown in the middle
of the night, on an endless two-lane highway, in the middle of nowhere.
Up around the curve, my headlights engulfed a scene I'll never forget.......
What looked like three or four cars (to this day I'm not sure) smashed, crumpled
and twisted in burning smoke, completely blocking the road.....
Slamming on my brakes, I skidded to a stop, trying to process what I was witnessing,
I pulled up a few feet closer in my car and unrolled my window....
Burnt shredded metal filled my nostrils with the scent of death, and not a sound......
The silence terrified me...... I started to get out of my car........
Then, from the bowels of the horror, a voice whispered to me "don't stop! go for help"
Numb, I got back in my car..... that's when the wreck of cars parted, and a path was created
to pass through! I drove to the next exit and had the clerk call 911, giving them
directions to
the crash......I drove on into the night, fumbling for a radio station.
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The biggest surprise in the suburbs,
Where I helped out on Halloween night,
Wasn’t focused on candy or costumes,
But the kids, who were just so polite!
Whether solo or part of a gaggle,
Dressed as witches or pirates or queens,
They approached in a calm, measured manner,
While their parents looked on, dressed in jeans.
“Trick or treat!” they exclaimed, sporting smiles,
As I offered the candy-filled bowl.
When I told them, “Take two,” they said “Thank you!”
As if being polite was the goal.
No one pushed or took more than was offered;
All were patient and many did shout,
“Have a great Halloween!” as they parted,
Not a one with a sneer or a pout.
It was wonderful watching this happen -
Just a night filled with nothing but fun.
The true magic will be if politeness
Stays alive when their childhoods are done.
It feels like just yesterday I saw you smiling,
and talking in whispering notes,
and it's today that you marked your new journey.
The news that brought tears to my eyes,
and you made me remember, what it was like to cry.
Aghast I am that,
never again to you, I will say hello.
It was hard to see you in eternal sleep,
clad in white, covered in flowers.
Yet my heart still says,
you would always stay around.
Your voice so subtle,
yet your wisdom and thoughts so profound.
Now you in that heavenly place,
on the wings of the heavenly dove,
soaring so high above.
As today you parted away in silence and tears,
to disembody for a new journey,
broken and shattered I am,
I regret never saying how much I love you,
and in silence, I grieve.
Let me cry myself to sleep at night,
and pray that Jesus keeps your soul at peace.
Now and forever,
you will be the one I always admired.
©Chitra Arun
(* In the memory of my beloved Uncle Eapen, who now rests peacefully in the heavenly abode)
My grandparents were in my life
Through all my childhood days.
It wasn’t ‘til my 30’s
That we sadly parted ways.
Yet did they really know me?
They adored me and were proud,
Though the time we spent together
Mostly happened in a crowd.
Our visits came with aunts and uncles,
Cousins, meals and such,
But as to one on one time,
Well, there wasn’t very much.
Today, though, things are different;
Expectations are, as well.
We still adore our grandkids
And, of course, we also kvell.*
Still, I try, but can’t imagine
How my grandparents would fare
Doing what we do, because the difference
Is beyond compare.
*to burst with pride
We used to laugh together
We used to play
We used to talk together
Stay out all day
The silent sun sank into dark
As silver moon rose like a spark
A haze has fallen over us
A cloud that rises like the dusk
We laugh no more together
No more we play
We used to have each other
Now gone is day
The darkness deep hangs over sky
The deepness dark that hides the lie
Of all that's dead and gone and dust
The sun will set and turn to dusk
No more we are together
We have parted ways
No longer have each other
Lost in the blaze
The bloody battle rages
Beneath my sword I see
We've turned the final pages
For my friend looks up at me
I see people who hurt with words and lie
Hide their true selves and never really care
They are avoided, for they will not try
To change their ways, be genuine or care
I have seen people commit crimes easily
Hide their true selves and never really care
These same people live their lives secretly
One day, they will face their own consequence
I have seen people commit crimes easily
They rely on people with prominence
To carry on with their bad, reckless, ways
One day, they will face their own consequence
They must be parted from, to save the days
Sadly, their choices hurt others always
To carry on with their bad reckless ways
It takes strength to endure the hurt that stays
I see people who hurt with words and lie
Sadly, their choices hurt others always
They are avoided, for they will not try
Heidi Sands
8/10/17
He is a Chinese man,
He walks with the confidence of a crowned king
Roaming Africa's ancient paths
Like a masked spirit, unfazed by the stares
That follow his every step.
He finds a new home
Claims vast lands, rich with mines
Even as the sun glares at him
For he wears no claim to black skin.
Where hair once curled like the darkest night
His shines like a torch in the deep.
Neatly parted, each strand kisses the sky—
He waves, "Zou Hao," as he takes his leave.
The new African
Is not a man dark as the bottom of a pot.
His stories are not of Bra Spider
Nor does he pour libations to honor the ancestors.
The new African is Chinese
A builder of fragile webs
Spun like silk that dies beneath the sun's heat.
He wears Agbada, Ankara, Ronko
Yet speaks in whispers of trade.
in the corners of my mind
i stood in the corner
tears running down my eyes
a brown paper shaped cone
riding the top of my head
an ostraziation
an exorcist
a dunces cap
it mattered
it mattered a lot
the flock was laughing
laughing at me, again
Ms. Melby's second graders
prim and proper
to me a bunch of sheep
their eyes kept peering at me
i could hear their voices
why dunce, why dunce
why did you throw
the eraser at the teacher
why, why
... ah because
she hate me
hence little pink flying
across the room ...
she wrote
I was a lost soul
... and someone
needs to extract
the demons, the demons
out of me
before it's too late
i told her so,
nobody explained
nobody listened
nobodies child
an orphan now
yes i was
standing in the corner
of a lost life
with a lost soul
stewing
mostly onions
i cried that day
on a cold dark
darkening existence
my hands covering my
eyes, the tears rolling ...
rolling down my eyes
as i stared into the corner
a corner of turbulent waves,
waves of such
of a red sea that i was in then
that i never parted
in the corners of my mind
connie pachecho
3/25/17
no more contest in my soup
its probably better to do it just for fun