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I was a potato type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots,
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched TV
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear !
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ?
clean up your place, what the Hee! "
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk
as I watched him remove all my favorite junk...
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard
dipped in gold. It was lanced with a sweet magical stance.
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some
"It's time for my pension" he said, then he paused.
"Guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"
We came for the night…
but the night ended up witnessing something far more beautiful:
us, together.
The night the universe paused just long enough
for sisterhood to take the most beautiful photograph of itself —
a single frame where smiles bloom like constellations,
arms linked beneath golden city lights.
This isn’t just a selfie.
This is what it looks like when women choose each other on purpose,
hearts wide open, laughter spilling into the dark.
When friendship stops being something you do
and becomes something you wear like warmth on your skin,
a living glow that wraps every soul in the circle.
The glow you see isn’t from the streetlights.
It’s from every heart in this frame refusing to let another shine alone —
radiant, unbreakable, chosen.
In this frozen breath of time,
we are the light, the love, the legacy,
sisters captured in perfect, golden harmony.
In quiet hush of weekends at the beach,
Located not far, within easy reach,
We found a serene space, just she and I,
A moment paused as we gazed at the sky.
The wings of time wheeled swift, the world moved fast,
Yet we lay lazing near the ocean vast,
With laughter shining bright and whispers soft,
Our sharp spirits soared, we drifted aloft,
“Your smile confers on your cheeks a pink hue
Akin to shining pearls of morning dew,”
I used to say, when our journey wasn`t laid
And at that time, our love not yet displayed.
She would blush and pull my ears like a child,
But never she would turn irate or wild;
Alas, on an ill-fated Saturday,
While swimming, a wild wave took her away.
Though the sands of time have fast dripped ashore,
The same bright flame in me glows as of lore;
I oft resort to the side of the sea
To recall that time for us, she and me.
From your hands that dipped me in cool tubs
and soft morn wakes, you were the gentle lion
taming my bohemian strains; the lamb of summer
rain catching me like a feather on your palm...
always, your balm poured moon glow of bliss,
erring only when my restless flowers needed
to bend: from where pictures stood, time bowed
shaping night talks, life’s edges, and paused faces.
Then the gas light dripped on lacquered frames,
silhouettes fading as I collected our thoughts—
marbles in my pocket—to keep me safe
from cold winds, rough dreams. And tonight,
my breath grows wild, noting the fabric of revelries
as I click past lenses : you smile; you laugh.
Just when evening’s done, you reach your arms
in slow motion to hold me close again...hands
that dipped me then, gone, without saying goodbye
from a wave of coma when I was only 24. Yet among
old photographs, we embrace through love's eyes...
Daddy, you're my special treat every day!
Tell Us About Your Dad Contest
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Once upon a time, in a world spun of gold,
Where mountains were diamonds and oceans, untold,
A love like no other was born in the air,
Between a king and a queen—no love could compare.
The king saw the queen from a tower of light,
Her beauty, it shattered the stars of the night.
With every glance, the planets stood still,
The moon bent its silver to bow to her will.
He rode on a stallion made out of the sky,
His breath turned to rainbows, his tears made birds fly.
Through forests of emeralds, past rivers of pearls,
He raced just to tell her, “You’re more than the world.”
The queen, in her splendor, could summon the breeze,
Her whisper could topple the tallest of trees.
Yet when she saw him, her heart burst in flames,
The heavens cried out, “We must know their names!”
She waited by waterfalls woven with lace,
Her eyes held the sun in a golden embrace.
With a voice like the wind, she called out to the king,
“My love, you’re the reason the angels still sing.”
They met in a meadow where roses could talk,
Where time itself paused just to watch them both walk.
He knelt at her feet, the earth split in two,
And flowers grew brighter just hearing “I love you.”
The birds stopped their flying, the oceans stood still,
The stars dimmed their sparkle—they knew nothing would thrill
As much as the kiss that was shared in that place,
Where galaxies trembled in infinite grace.
And so they were wed under skies painted red,
The clouds spun their gowns and the planets all bled
Colors that only the deepest loves see—
For theirs was a love that could set the world free.
Now legends are told of their endless delight,
How love shook the cosmos that fateful, bright night.
For in their embrace, all creation found rhyme,
A love so immense it could outlast all time.
D.Dchristian
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It all began as my wife and I were attending a
state fair. My wife had joined with a friend,
and the two of them sought their interest and
fantasies. I simply wandered about from one booth
to another until I came upon a gentleman painting
on a canvas. It caught my interest when he sighted
and made eye contact with me about 8 feet away.
Suddenly, I was taken aback as it would appear that
He began painting a picture of me. From a blank canvas,
he proceeded to paint at a pace I had never seen and began
with a FOREHEAD covered with aging lines and sweat.
The sheer sight of that forehead brought drops of
sweat to my forehead.
There seems to have been a prophetic link between
the painter, the canvas, and myself, uniting us like
the confluence of rivers.
Little did I expect that he would be painting a picture
of me. As he proceeded with great brevity and skill,
every aspect of the painting created a like-effect
on myself. As he continued, with watery EYES, he said
such eyes portrayed my own, filled with cares and burdens
of hurting people.
The EARS he painted were larger than normal and embraced
with signs seen only by those needing to speak in confidence
to a trusted one. The tired, weary, and lonely souls knew
that the ears were special and designed to listen to their
cries of neglect and pain; to their disappointment, mistakes,
and misfortunes.
As the painter began with a normal-looking NOSE, he assured me
that the nose was lightyears from normality because it was equipped,
not to pass judgment on the sins of mankind, but to filter what came
through it. And like a tree taking in carbon dioxide and giving out oxygen, such was the nose of my own that he painted.
Lastly, the talented and prophetic painter paused and stared at me
just before starting on the MOUTH. There were no critical words of
caution from him or the mouth he painted. Notwithstanding, unspoken
words flowed into my heart and soul, igniting a change in the way and
tone of my speech. I was therefore informed that my lips of dust must henceforth release more words of divine love.
Not all of our lives are like a box of chocolate, never knowing what we
are going to get. Sometimes, God unveils the essence of our lives in mysterious ways. In my case, it is a 'never-ending story'. But it started
with a blank canvas.
At Eleven
Maybe I was a blank page
sitting in the classroom.
It was fourth period the one
after science in sixth grade.
I was new at the school and quiet
moved from another state.
Time to start again.
A teacher stood in front
reading Dickenson and frost
as I savored the lines.
I sat with hands on my desk—
the words took on a new life.
I looked around to see
all of us sitting as we should.
We’d been still most of the day.
The teacher said, write. Put pen
to paper. I paused and listened
to words in my head.
From where they came
I didn’t know, but I figured
They were mine.
I bent over the desk and wrote
A poem. My poem. She said one
but the first asked for another.
I held each page up
to the light and said to myself
this is good. I took a deep breath—
they were a part of me.
The teacher gathered our poems
and the words read sang
as she glanced at me.
I was a story waiting to be told.
~ No Soul Descried ~
He sauntered out and rubbed his eyes
No soul descried, left or right
Were all the rumors true, not lies?
Mid-day the hour, not dark midnight
He scratched his head, pressed on downtown
There, windows boarded, sealed up tight
Deserted sidewalks, void of sound
Most all stores shuttered, dark their lights
Now stares at him a frightful sight
Two heads, four eyes; test-tube, thin frame
His ray gun gleaming -- Awful plight!
The human prays, his life fair game
"Am I alone? Last man alive?"
God paused and smiled: "Hand-picked ~ Survive!"
Iambic Tetrameter
Hello mother.
I did not forget that today is your birthday. There is just so much that I would like to say. Just now, I'm thinking that you taught me to pray. You knelt at our bedside and prayed with all of us.
I just paused and wiped my tears, absorbing this moment. Mom, you were only seventy when you passed away; and I was still in my prime at the age of forty-nine. Today, you would still be beautiful at the age of 93.
Mom, I am now 71, and I miss you so very much. There's a greeter in our church so full of life at 93. You were such a gentle person, so kind and tenderly. That's it for now mom, as I rest in this treasure moment.
Missing you, mom.
Your son, Sitruc
061821PS
MEMORIES OF THE BREEZE
Sudden spring gust swayed your golden hair.
My emerald emotion made vibrant leap.
My tingling passion tend to glaze, blaze, flare.
For moments,heart beats paused or seemed to skip.
On stream strand we wandered and stood at ease.
Wobbling phase of love was in slow progress.
Getting startled on burst of blowing breeze,
You came close and closer, My dear Princess.
Strong breeze hit our hearts vigorous violent.
I could not resist but sank to first kiss.
You didn’t resist, remained soft, silent.
Our love got really sealed, not to miss.
Memories of the breeze not to forget.
On mutual bond of love, life was set..
01/29/18
One in Five Contest by Joseph May
Third Place