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Hush mom said
She told me to be quiet
To not make a sound Cause daddy was sleeping
And I didn't want to wake the beast.
Because when the beast is awoken…
It was like a tornado and a hurricane mashed into one
Terrorizing the whole house making it shake like a earthquake
Hush big brother said
He told me to hush when he broke the vase that held the memory
of our beloved grandmother "Don't worry " he said
"everything will be ok"
Yet at the end of the day
I was the one that got beat black and blue for it
And all he got was a stern talking too
Where's the justice in that?
Please tell me which part of that was ok?
I guess i should have read between the lines
Hush sister said
She told me to be quiet when I saw her sneaking out
She had the smile of devil that was planning on dying
I begged and pled that she stayed
She just looked into my eyes and said with the softest of voice
“One day i'll understand and she'll be there to stop me”
Then out the door she went. Sneaking off…
Like a cat in the night with one last saying…
I'll be back in a flash… which turned out to be a lie
Now I stand over her grave
I begged and pled
I prayed and prayed for her not to walked out the door into
The cold, dark and heartless night
But no.. a bang and then a boom followed with a crash
Here's her body…. Now six feet under
Hush dad said
He told me to stay quiet when he was in my room at night
He whispered everything would be ok...
That he was just showing me something new
Yet at the end.... I was the one feeling blue…
I played there covered in filth... disgusted with myself!
I cried and cried and cried but did you care…..
No! You didn't! What was that you told me at the end?! O yeah… You said….
“I was daddy’s good little girl.”
You told me to hush about this..
That if I didn't hush….
You would make me hush….
Hush the voices said
As I sat on the end of my bed crying to myself
I thought about all the things that I didn't say
I kept quiet because everyone told me to
And now I am broken... A shell of a person
The voices tell me everything will be ok
And as I took my final breath.....
Everything..... Was ok.... For I.... Was hushed.... For good
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
“Read my lips,” Bush One said —
You listened close and voted Red.
Taxes rose, spending too —
How’s that working out for you?
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
“It’s the economy, stupid,” Clinton blew —
You bought the line and voted Blue.
Taxes rose, spending too —
How’s that working out for you?
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
“Compassionate Conservative,” G.W. pled —
Sounded nice, so you voted Red.
Taxes rose, spending too —
How’s that working out for you?
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
“Hope and Change,” Obama’s cue —
The pitch was strong, so you voted Blue.
Taxes rose, spending too —
How’s that working out for you?
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
“MAGA, MAGA!” Trump had said —
No better slogan, so you voted Red.
Taxes rose, spending too —
How’s that working out for you?
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
“Build Back Better” was Joe’s view —
Sounded smart, so you voted Blue.
Taxes rose, spending too —
How’s that working out for you?
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
We vote Red, then we vote Blue —
Neither side knows what to do.
Then back to Blue, then Red again —
Why beat a horse that’s long been dead?
Right then Left, then Left then Right —
All they do is brawl and fight.
Line their pockets, make another run —
Holding office sure looks fun.
But We the People hold the key —
It's time to change the strategy.
No more Right on Red or Left on Blue —
Vote Independent — break on through.
Doing the same, expecting new —
Insanity's logic just won’t do.
The two-party game is broken, corrupt —
Time for the people to rise — and disrupt.
You couldn’t see the forest for the trees,
Just another microbe in America’s disease.
You’ve got to see the forest through the trees —
You’ve got to be the cure for America’s disease.
I know that I was born insane
to love so much the face of Death.
Insanity romanced me even when
a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin.
Why could society not understand
that all I’ve ever really wanted equals none?
They knew I never fancied animating flesh
but would not let my life be done.
I couldn't stir myself into the mix
of scribes and commons laying decent laws
demanding that I shadow the shadow cast
by some thin, mortal God.
I've always been enchanted by the doomsday trim
of lightness edged with Death’s esthetic claws
and yet, new dawns decreed I stay
and left me pinched in Life's stiff, rigid pause.
I pined away in darkest corridors for He
who could erase the curse of knowledge learned.
My Alabaster Wraith, He sat with me while Life
held me confined and counted out my every breath
as if a promise that he'd wrest the soil
back from my hollow bones
and press my spirit back into the dust,
so I might find some peace, in the unknown.
I often pled for cruelest remedies
that Life's more favored inmates feared
because each torture treatment let me glimpse
His lethal cowl and my demise.
Mere breaths and heartbeats stood
between my sickness and the cure
for Life's oppression of my soul
that lay too far on Death's frontier.
I've never sought forked-ray lobotomies
or sun-salts poured in night-stained eyes.
I never yearned for freedom or the sun
but revelled in the sweetest dreams
that I would breech the human warehouse walls
but not survive the birth,
become a husk of inert flesh allowed
to find asylum in the earth.
Restraint within a man-made tomb of Life
was all the Hell I ever feared and yet
my mind was so incurable that by and by
I was abandoned by the pious saints...
until there rose a hero on the still walls of
a midnight void of Death's sure faith;
He came and he collected me
my Alabaster Wraith.
Stone testaments commomorate a Life
I never lived or wanted to have lived,
a number chains my bones in place
where people forcefully preserved
Life's longing for itself.
My meatless parts communicate
a warmth for living that I never felt
but balms of death have healed my hate.
She whispers, “Can you feel the love tonight?”
“Yes, we all fall in love sometimes”, I said.
“It looks like someone saved my life tonight,
Don’t let the sun go down on me” I pled.
“Yes, we all fall in love sometimes”, I said.
“My lady, what’s tomorrow? Are we friends?
Don’t let the sun go down on me”, I pled.
Who knew that harmony so quickly ends.
“My lady, what’s tomorrow? Are we friends?
Alas, this tiny dancer danced away.
Who knew that harmony so quickly ends?
My candle in the wind went cold that day.
Alas, this tiny dancer danced away.
Now skyline pigeon’s a high flying bird.
My candle in the wind went cold that day
For sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Now skyline pigeon’s a high flying bird,
“I think I'm going to kill myself”, I cry.
For sorry seems to be the hardest word -
My little Jeannie’s with some other guy
“I think I'm going to kill myself”, I cry,
Her blue eyes were the hardest thing to lose.
My little Jeannie’s with some other guy,
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues.
Her blue eyes were the hardest thing to lose
Sing me them blues, ‘cos sad songs say so much.
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues -
I miss her love song and I miss her touch.
Sing me them blues, ‘cos sad songs say so much
Some circle of life mysteries bestowed
I miss her love song and I miss her touch
She hears me sigh, “Goodbye, yellow brick road”
Some circle of life mysteries bestowed -
It looks like someone saved my life tonight:
She hears me sigh, “Goodbye, yellow brick road”
She whispers, “Can you feel the love tonight?”
29 May 2016
John Watt
A pantoum using song titles. Below are 20 song titles by Elton John that were used in the poem:
Blue Eyes
Can You Feel The Love Tonight
Candle In The Wind
Circle of Life
Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me
Friends
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Harmony
High Flying Bird
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
I Think I'm Going To Kill Myself
Lady, What's Tomorrow?
Little Jeannie
Love Song
Sad Songs Say So Much
Skyline Pigeon
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
Tiny Dancer
We All Fall in Love Sometimes
there are two many vitamins, out there yah!
Enriching supplements;
Some of them are even good for you and natural;
You need vitamin A E C D and U;
Vitamin
Vitamin
A-for the eyes and human body growth
E- for sight increase mortality
C-is an antioxidant and a fight against scurvy;
D- for the bones and dental health
now what could be left
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
I said
there's a vitamin, a vital man;
and we need help
for are spiritual being. . .
Not a supplement, but he's heaven sent;
good for the body
good for the soul
not made from unnatural things;
He's is the purest of all
You and I need
Yes, you and I need
what we need is the vital man
this vital man,, the vital man JESUS
for with Him you'll be blessed
inter/eternally;
I must confess I need more not less;
of His glory;
He's the only one you'll need;
all you need do is just kneel;
repent, be sincere, He'll give you the strength you need;
and we need help
for are spiritual being;
we need pureness and not, just a supplement
we need something/someone heaven sent;
not made from unnatural things
He's the purest of all, all things;
and I need more of Him;
vitamin Jesus
Vital man
vitamin Jesus
Vitamin J for Jesus trust and believe in us cause...
vitamin E He's my all and everything, Lord and savior redeemer of our souls;
Vitamin S No need, no need for anything, anything else no more supplements He keeps me well and I'm blessed;
Vitamin U because He wanted to pled before the Father jour God overall for everything
vitamin S He said all I have to do is received His blessedness;
repent and be sincere and He will be the cure;
He'll forgive your sins
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
whose more than just a mere man;
Not a supplement, but heaven sent;
good for the whole, body mind and soul;
You and I need vitamin J E S U S
for with Him you'll be cured and abundantly blessed;
he's the only medicine you need;
To help cure you from sin;
won't you just try Him;
Vital man
Vitamin J E S U S
written by James Edward Lee Sr.(C)2012
Sept 25 2012
from anthology "There's Praise in Song"
Yesterday, my heart felt a little tapping
Coming from the inside, a friendly rapping
It grew strong then weak, refreshed then weary
Sometimes ordinary, sometimes eerie
So I opened the door and looked inside
Looked past the smiles I've held and the tears I've cried
Right above where passions subside
I found a poem, cowering, yet untried
I tenderly tried to draw it out
Coax turned to order turned to shout
It simply sat there, unwilling to confide
Right above where passions subside
"Fine!" I yelled to it "Stay there"
I spared it one last snarl and a glare
And marched out with quite some flare
Marched out of the poem's lair
Locked my heart up behind me
Completely unable to foresee
The continued tapping of that rhyme
A rap at every clock and chime
So I decided to ignore it, unable to perceive
Exactly how unwilling it was to leave
Today, I woke up with a pain in my chest
Felt it as I brushed my teeth, as I got dressed
To be honest, I was quite impressed
This poem didn't seem to ever rest
But I wanted to discharge this vexatious guest
To be free of this detestable pest
It wouldn't leave upon request
It wouldn't move despite my protest
Even when I threw at it all the mental force I possessed
So to myself I confessed
It was causing me serious unrest
Leaving my brain distressed
My spirit depressed
Eventually, my failure expressed
I asked my heart a plan to suggest
After all, it was where the visitor resided
I asked and waited to be guided
For the heart to be decided
For the information to be provided
Realization hit my heart in the head
It called me to it, tugged at me with a thread
I felt it and to my heart I sped
I splayed before it and pled
"Save me – what do I do - help me"
To rid me of my companion it did guarantee
Pulled me close and whispered quietly
Told me the plan privately
I reacted violently
Refused mightily
But agreed finally
So I sit here now like some defender
Ready at last to face the offender
The battle commences, I let my heart grow tender
The verse rears up, here comes my contender
I marvel at its splendor
And Finally... I surrender
Ten Years (rewrote it for better meaning)
(Love you, mom)
February 21, 2007
The day that i last saw your face
The same face that went through war
To keep the family together
Through the hardships of life;
The day that i last hugged you
The same hug i had given you
Before going to school towards going to bed at night;
The day that i last said "I love you"
The same three words when i got good grades
When we got back together in '04
After in foster care for nine months
I pled to God day and night, tear after tear,
Screaming in depression and falling onto my knees
Just to hear you for one, long hour,
But it'll never happen
Its been ten years that you've been gone
And i know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
I fought through the struggles of pain
Fighting my inner demons that i developed
Through the first three years of your passing;
I fought through the bumps on roadblocks
Going from place to place, blaming the world
And God for taking you away;
I fought through the struggles of depression
Even when i tried cutting my wrist
Because i couldn't get over your death;
I fought every day and night,
Hoping that life would stop tormenting me
With flashbacks and depressing memories of you
Begging with every ounce of tolerance and energy
But there were no endings
Its been ten years that you've been gone
But i know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
Its because of you, mom
That i can write amazing poetry
Act like Jim Carrey on days of happiness
The way you've rasied me
Had me care for those who lost their
Closest relatives and given them comfort
Telling them that i am here to come and talk
When no one else would
Friends i had in the past considers
Me as an older brother thanks to you, mom
Its been ten years that you've been gone
But I know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
One day,
I would walk down the streets where we lived
With the sense of relieve that you're watching me
And I'll have faith for that coming day
Because i love you mo
Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart,
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced.
It beats,
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried.
But the brain.
The brain is swarmed
by a scream of consciousness,
the amount of work that lands on its desk
swollen by an epidemic of incoming data
as body-wide receptors caffeinated by intimations of love
report frequent sightings of
unexampled beauty followed by euphoric contacts.
Every signal, real or illusory, is taken into custody and interrogated
to determine its authenticity or duplicity.
Every word is a code that needs to be deciphered with a
clear-eyed detachment it can no longer muster.
Every look is transferred to the left side
for facial-contextual-inferential analysis but often hijacked by the right
for the purpose of aesthetic appreciation.
Every scent is identified and catalogued with
a perfumer's olfactory precision.
There are hints to catch,
spats to be postmortemed,
crucial dates to be inoculated against amnesia,
preferences to be recorded, compared, grafted,
model answers to catch-22 questions drafted,
declarations of adoring allegiance crafted.
The subject’s mind is apparently required to be read,
two sets of past, present, future to be crossbred,
blindness to other females pled.
There are virtues to exaggerate to divine proportions,
flaws to modify to virtues with willful distortions,
desires to mollify by counseling patience,
thoughts to be felt,
feelings to be thought,
vertigo to be fought.
Still the to-do list grows,
the repairing of an attention that no longer spans,
the mistaking of what happens to millions of others daily
as a unique personal miracle,
the confusing of being loved with being special,
the projecting of an untested passion into an eternity,
the steadying of feet that has taken to walking on air,
the murdering of ballads meant to be trilled,
and the admonishing
of that nonchalantly speeding heart
to be still.
long, but a fast read!
“Grandma, please take us to the fair,”
in unison, the grandkids pled.
The boy was 10; the girl, just 4.
“OKAY! Let’s hit the road,” I said.
The nearest open parking space
was many yards shy of the gate.
We walked, engulfed in summer heat.
They didn’t care. They couldn’t wait!
Then suddenly Alisha squealed,
“Look, Grandma, Billy! Did you see
the clown with funny-looking eyes?
He was behind those big tall trees!”
“I didn’t, Honey,” I replied,
and Billy said, “She’s got a wild
imagination. I did too
when I was just a little CHILD!”
I bought their armbands at the booth.
I sipped my Coke and watched them ride.
We blended with the jostling crowd,
with grandkids close, one on each side.
I held her hand, but she wrenched free.
(She always does!) I called her name.
Then—there she stood, not scared at all.
She said, “Grandma—the clown, he came—”
“He came from WHERE?” I told myself
there was no reason to be scared!
“Behind that hotdog stand. He said
he had some candy. Look! He shared.”
I tossed the candy in the trash.
With eager eyes, I searched the crowd.
I questioned others, “Have you seen
a clown?”—my voice a bit too loud.
One man said, “At the rodeo
I saw two clowns—one, dressed in red;
the other, purple. Both were short.”
(Should I feel better?) "Thanks,” I said.
Alisha shook her head. “The clown
with ME was TALL, and he wore blue.”
Her brother rolled his eyes. “OKAY!
C’mon. I’ll win a bear for you.”
As I stood near the kids and watched
my hero grandson win a bear,
I froze in terror when I saw
someone had gapped Alisha’s hair!
“It’s getting late. Let’s go,” I said.
The pervert with the “souvenir”
would never touch this child again--
so young she hasn’t learned to fear!
I told the people at the gate
about the “clown.” One drawled, “I see.
Well—thanks.” He yawned and kept his seat.
Another win for apathy!
February 26, 2019, entered in Julia Ward's At a Fair Contest
“Aslan, why does the sun shine so bright in Narnia?” I queried.
“My friend,” the big lion told me, “it is a light that is unwearied.”
“Why must we all feel so full of this darkness, dear Aslan?”
“The dark shadows fall away once you repent to the Son.”
“Dear Aslan,” I whispered quietly, “when will I know true hope?”
“When you let go of the past – it’s pain, dread and fear, learning to let go and cope.”
“Why do I feel like I don’t have the strength to make it, Aslan?”
“Because you are weary, my friend, just believe and I’ll give you the power that won’t be outdone.”
“Aslan, dear lion,” I pled, “Will I go to heaven when I’m dead?”
“All you need to do is believe, friend, for heaven to be ahead.”
“Whatever comes in this life,” I asked him, “Can I depend on you?”
“I’ll always be there, dear child,” he said, “from end to end, all through.
I’ll never leave you nor forsake you. I am available to protect you.”
“Aslan,” I smiled, “I seemed to know you – even as a small child. Were you there even then? When I was so small I couldn’t see you were mild?”
“Yes,” he grinned, “I have always been your friend. The guide to your heart and soul. The one who helped you to know – comfort and faith, the miracle that made you whole.”
“I will always love you, Aslan,” I spoke louder, “my heart will always yearn for your home above.”
“Listen up, sweet child,” he spoke, “let your heart be your guide and always know… in life and in love, faith will make a way for your soul to know the joy of silencing the fear and listening to the One who pours out His blessings, His love on the heart who knows that this life is only a stepping stone to the real life that is yet to come. Have faith, show grace and give God your embrace!”
a conversation with a fictional character Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
(Aslan, my character, is from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis)
February 20, 2022