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The time was a quarter past half past to twelve
on the second from last day at the beginning of the month
in the year twenty-twenty-soon, and all was quietly loud.
The dancing had only just stopped after a night of sitting still
and food piled up on the empty tables.
Jugglers had danced telling their jokes and magicians sung
their impersonations. People mingled on their own while
loners chatted in small groups of large numbers.
The party was starting just how it had ended
and the guests were now arriving after clearing out slowly;
hangers-on and lingerers had been the first to leave
with late-comers having turned up too early
and many of the uninvited empty-handedly bearing gifts.
It had certainly been a night that day, a party like no other!
Polite trampoline jumping
Keeping my shirt down.
Not wearing a dress unless I have shorts
to cover my panties
Unbelievable trampoline jumping
Terrific when I was a child
Until I lied and said I could do a flip
And I burst my nose open on the trampoline springs
Refused to do trampoline jumping
When I was in my twenties
Thinking I was too grown up for it
Jumped twice when I was in my forties.
Bad mistake. Dislocated a knee.
And pulled a calf muscle.
Trampoline jump once at fifty-five
My grandchildren were thrilled
Piled on me in the middle after six jumps
Dainty trampoline jumping
Looking forward to it when I get
to my eighties, after I lose my mind.
Dad’s oldest sister, Aunt Jolene blew into town in the middle of the night.
She was armed with knowledge, ready to straighten us up, and make us all do right.
My children would do this and that, she’d shout from Daddy’s confiscated Lazy-Boy throne.
She was a self-proclaimed expert, since she had never had any of children of her own.
Dad thought having Aunt J was great; You are just like Mom, he’d tell her politely.
“No offense,” she replied, “But that old woman was wound a bit too tightly.”
On Wednesday she made the family an outrageously ugly pot of mushroom soup.
The baby got away after gagging while trying to choke down that chunky goop.
She cleaned our rooms while we were in school, and threw away all of my really good stuff.
One look from Dad, and I knew not to give her any of my usual angry guff.
“How long is she staying?” we kids would sneakily yet stealthily and steadily ask our Mom.
We piled into one of our empty rooms, conspiring, hoping the answer would be “not long.”
On Thursday morning we were told at breakfast that Aunt Jolene would be staying ‘til Sunday night.
She cleaned Mom’s kitchen at nine, sorting out the silverware drawer too, and was gone that very night.
Cool green in dappled sunlight,
Her carve feet on a pedestal,
She stood still and quiet,
Completely hewn from crystal.
Her robes flow neat and clear,
Cut from jade sharp and precise,
The soft emotion on her face is seen,
Beautiful, sad, cold and concise.
Once worshipped with devotion,
Riches piled upon the flowers,
Praying for a self- serving solution,
Vying for a part of her powers.
When the thunderbolt of strife,
Fell upon the devoted believers,
It didn’t take long for the knife,
To turn amongst brothers and sisters.
The girl now dark green,
The lustre shadowed by war,
Intentions were no longer pristine,
Corrupt prayers deepening the scar.
The jade girl made to toil,
Felt fear creep up in her eyes,
Yet they remain dry as arid desert soil,
For who could hear a rock’s cries?
Soon the jade girl was forgotten,
In a myriad of betrayal and greed,
Seen as nothing but riches to be stolen,
A goddess who didn’t show up at need.
Scars vein across the gloss,
Attempts to pry her away,
She remained within the weeds and moss,
Till sun shone on her one day.
Her jade eyes got a glow,
The weight of brambles oA of her,
Felt the cool water flow,
And the hushed whisper of prayer.
Eyes now adorned with pearls of salt,
Gold ambrosia flood her every crack,
She’s seen and risen from fault,
Jade girl sets up to get peace back.
Once she simply knew how to gift,
When the domain was swept,
By disaster- opening a rift,
Young one sat and wept.
Newfound faith gave her rebirth,
Jade girl began embracing,
Her status as a goddess of Earth,
Giving her existence purpose and meaning.
Her story honours this pen of mine,
The Jade Goddess smiles upon me,
Words pour like ceremonial wine,
As I begin chronicling her story.
Every time you turned your back,
I walked around to meet you face to face.
And all the times you said;
"I'll come by later"
I knew you wouldn't
But, I waited just in case.
For all the times you said I love you,
That warm embrace so sincere.
How often you must have rehearsed those lines while standing in your mirror.
Tell me, when did your emotions audition?
When did we begin these pointless charades?
Did the curtains lift, was there silence,
Did the lights in the theater slowly fade?
Did you receive a standing ovation for your performance? Every act and scene another humiliating smack across my face. Every lie and every line that you've spoken, another stone you firmly set in its place.
Well, now the stones have piled up between us.
I can no longer travel by your side.
I leave no malice in my departure.
May happy thoughts with you abide.
Because i myself am no actor.
Too many lines to memorize.
Too many stories filled with nothing. Just a facade placed upon hollow eyes.
Take a good look at your stage someday.
That hateful shrine of carelessness.
At all the masks that you have worn,
To hide the face beneath that i loved the best.
We did not dress up for Halloween
In England, when I was of that age.
Movies revealed what fun it was;
the sheer joy in that,
and other things
American kids had,
which we did not;
comic books, Schwinn bikes and X-ray specs.
"Those Yanks, they're always showing-off"
my dad was often fond of spouting.
But I would dream of dressing
as a ghost,
monster, pirate,
or even Superman.
Knock on doors, yell "trick or treat."
In truth, not knowing which answer
would give me the better thrill.
Although, buckets piled high with candy
would, if I were being honest, win the day!
Last October eve would come and go as ever;
always so damp,
so cold,
and so very, very dull.
No pumpkins on the porch, inviting doors
nor crowds of laughing, giggling little ghosts.
Just rain; and dreams;
of pumpkins
candy
comic books,
Schwinn bikes
and X-ray specs!
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest Dressing up for Halloween
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date wrote: 9th September 2022
6/17/16
Typically either just
Or corrupt
The world in a state of flux
Don't be a punk
Or schmuck
Shouldn't strut
Like you are greater than King Tut
End the funk
Jump
Up
And out the rut
Until there is no slump
Must
Trust
My gut
Many a times had to put down the cup
Because i was really drunk
Had to watch my back always, and push my luck
Because you can never really stack enough
Took some puffs
Of potent stuff
And got a rush
When it was tough
Never stayed stuck
Or was one to bluff and front
The result wasn't always just
Causing a fuss
And others to feel disgust
From dawn to dusk
I remained in the cut
Very much
Out in the dust and brush
Was broke running amok
Couldn't even afford pizza hut
Nothing in the pockets but lint and fluff
Then made some bucks
And started saving for a truck
Close to the cusp
No thanks to the stunts
I kept pulling every month
Deposits of rust
Formed a layer like a crust
Mass amounts of junk
Piled up at the dump
Some foods growing with a husk
Certain animals with trunks
And tusks
Girl you plus
Me equals us
By: Dalton Ogletree
War zones often do not have maps
Nor pretty tourist guides or tours
The weatherman tells of raining bombs
And Smoke filled skies
-
Today is the day, many shall die
Tomorrow holds no hope
As bodies piled into pits
I breathe, yet I am already dead
-
My family is close to me
Yet so far away
For they are six feet beneath me
There is no food, never mind sweet blossoms
-
So as I visit, where they lay in peace
I imagine a bouquet of colorful flowers
That one day I shall place upon their graves
For now I wash the concrete marker with teardrops
-
Fires burn in the night
The glow of hell is all around
As I smell the remains of slaughtered souls
How shall these memories ever fade?
-
Tomorrow, my daily ritual begins again
My visit to the makeshift tombstones
In solitude, I repose and weep in peace
As bullets dance all around, waltzing with fate
-
Today, another day has passed
The electric is no more
As I lay in the darkness of my own thoughts
Wishing my family was near
Working overtime and the hours late
get home hungry but you already ate
The fridge is empty and dishes piled in sink
to top it off our love life is absent it stinks
Streaming your shows no time to talk
the bed is covered with new clothes you bought
Bills overflow and are past due
not even a part time job is for you
Open the closet and shoes shoes shoes
I got two pairs but hundreds for you
I lay in the bathtub trying to sleep
you use the toilet and my nose weeps
Sleeping in the SUV I wonder how
what went wrong, what now
In the morning I shower and you join me
breakfast was made ready who could you be
You got a job working from home
and your signing bonus pays off our car loan
Come home early and the house is clean
you're fixing supper like a cooking machine
That night in bed we forgot to sleep
so this is love and you're for keeps.
Sweet lady of my dreams
Enjoy my winterlude
Time has come
For us to slow the pace
Enjoy our embracing
Snowing outside
The cold is fierce
Fire’s warm
Hold my hand
Soft notes play
Its Braham's my sweet
Keep you safe
From the storm
Sweet sonata in blue
Winters slumber
Snows piled high
Animals hibernate
All is calm
My heart is true
Everlasting love
Always we have each other
Settle back close your eyes
Blizzard conditions
Safe inside
Your face so delicate
In the fire light
winter rages
I’ll keep you warm
With my lullaby.
Winterlude.