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Mom’s Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas
Downtown stores they were packed
Shoppers looking for deals
Bargains bound to attract.
My mother navigated crowded streets with care
She put off Christmas shopping until Christmas Eve
Knowing the sales would still be there
She would check off her list – this she believed!
Every year, the same game
This her habit, her tradition
Christmas Eve shopping – her claim to fame -
Like a wise woman on a mission
All parking lots said no room in the inn
Garages full, nary a spot in sight
But mom didn’t worry, slowly she grinned,
She knew the secret for parking this night.
Singing Silver Bells, her favorite carol,
With visions of gifts purchased, just in time,
She wore her mantra like festive apparel
“There’s always room at the head of the line.”
Lo, and behold, what appeared
One parking place at her favorite store
Quickly she zipped in filled with Christmas cheer
Ready to finish her holiday chores.
There’s always room, her holiday legend,
One she passed on to me, thankfully,
When finding a mall space I look to Heaven
“Thanks, Mom!” I say with Christmas glee.
Miracles happen at this time of year
In positive thinking believe
A star in the sky – a Savior appears
All of life’s burdens to relieve.
12-6-22
Contest: T’was the Night Before 3
Sponsor: Joseph May
Every year on Christmas Eve my mom would drive downtown to do her Christmas shopping. With every garage and parking place taken, she would, every year, find a place to park in front of the door to her favorite store!!!! Her mantra lives on – “There’s always room at the head of the line!” Perfect for the belief in miracles at Christmas!
Testimonies
I am a testimony of my weaknesses,
As they made me stronger and tougher
Testimony of my hard work,
As it taught me to put in the hard work
Testimony of my what I ploughed,
As you reap what you sow!
I am a testimony of my dedication,
As it taught me to focus on the main goal
Testimony of my past,
As it taught me to prepare for the future
Testimony of my positive thinking,
As I taught my myself
To avoid the negative thoughts in my mind
I am a testimony of my head injuries,
As they made me read and write more!
Testimony of my uniqueness,
As I was taught to think like an Analytical thinker
Why not do something extra ordinary or out of the box
Than do something known and boring
I am a testimony of my leadership,
As I was born and bred by a leader
Testimonies
I am a testimony of my prayers,
As they were all answered
Testimony of my love for books,
As that is where I get my knowledge
Testimony of my pride
As it taught me to value myself
I am a testimony of my joy,
As it taught me how valuable it is,
Even though too much of it is a problem
Testimony of my advantages,
As I knew how to deal with my disadvantages
Testimony of my pain,
As it taught me not to love
I am a testimony of my pride,
As it taught me to value myself
Testimony of my hardships,
As they made me a Monster
Testimony of my faith,
As it made me believe
Testimonies
I am a testimony of my dreams,
Because I am a Dream chaser
Testimony of my Evilness,
Because I was turned into a Predator
Testimony of brutality
Because I was born and bred a soldier
I am a testimony of my own tears,
As they taught me to deal with the pain inside of me
Testimony of my decision-making skill,
As I learnt to make the best decision
Testimony of my power,
As that is the only thing that makes us men in this tough world
I am a testimony of being old,
Because I grow up everyday
From being a toddler learning how to walk
To being a teenager that learnt more about life
To being part of the youth
Testimony of my perseverance,
As it taught me not to give up at all
Testimony of my intelligence,
As it taught me that in order to understand life
You have to discover in order to recover
Research more about the world in,
Order to prepare for whatever it throws to you
thy body electric experiences
constant dry cough and wheeze'n
perhaps explainable
via my headstrong commander in chief
o' me fifty nine shades of gray matter
resorting to treason
or deploying high crimes
and misdemeanors
during this budding spring season
thus, aye wonder what tooth ink
when there occurs
a momentary lapse of reason
noah egg zag jeer rate'n,
boot aye ham loath to axe 'cept
the onset of degenerative brain disorder
with ma noggin buzzing like bees
perhaps indicative of Alzheimer's
notorious amyloid
gunk plaque hard as cheese
Parkinson's, Huntington's Chorea disease,
or gamut of other no nonsense
mind playing game oh yea...absolutely much
worse than itching with fleas
Diffuse Lewy Body Malady,
(now thought to be the second
most common type of dementia,
akin to Google times anxiety
over a set plus spare lost black keys
Vascular Dementia, Frontotemporal Dementia
(FTD - Also known as
Pick's Disease), Depression,
Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus, ba jeez
perhaps inducing knock knees
Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease (CJD), where pleas
to divine entity, or merely the power
of positive thinking does absolutely nothing
hence tis ideal to relish each day,
where without fail
health of body, mind
and spirit doth prevail
more coveted, favored,
and immunized one to sail
their corporeal ship of state
rather rejoice, and in due time
embrace death, rather than decry
and blubber accursed fate to whale.
devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably,
got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less
son learned to late, how maddeningly mess
say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press
sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice,
refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did piss
her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss
cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss
cheese, a once spunky Arthur Murray shored
dance instructor, who scored
door prize in the guise of thee less torte sured
near nonagenarian papa, where meanness poured
from grim mortal outlook parlayed moored
deadly reaper, quashed, ruined as lord
stole, sacred maternal tribal nurse, unfairly did hoard
final precious seconds unexpectedly meant un explored
positive rapport forever undergirded "door"
closed to resolve ambivalence with venerable bead
did association between
kith and kin, unfairly
dead poet society lettered deed
wrested a vibrant life despite zest that freed
a vibrant gal to coast along dialed up esprit
de corps spirit to live, yet greed
of metastatic cancer upended lead,
where mind over matter, sans power
in positive thinking rubric and plead
ding didst kill last ditch homeopathic screed
ambitions trumped, thus giving up the ghost
wracking sadness, sinking sorrow spilling most
lee tears of loss, among family, fellow Unitarians
of the Thomas Paine Fellowship
included with your obituary post.
Take it to the next level,
Letting your voyage advance;
Accelerate the vessel
That sails the sea's long distance.
Take it to the next degree,
Intensify your vigor;
Just aim for the victory
By applying your ardor.
Take it to the next ranking,
Chase your dream in the rainbow;
Have a positive thinking,
That you will rise tomorrow.
Take it to the next status,
Never ever be stagnant;
Never allow hiatus
To make your life repugnant.
Take it to the next station,
You are just an inch closer;
Let your journey just go on,
Let God be your best driver.
Form: Tanaga
Nascent thought provoking
threads flit to and fro
unseen solitary pinball wizard
cavalierly fiddles indiscriminately
leveraging outcome
silently holistic thought fragments
strewn staccoto scattershot
attenuated blitzkrieg
brain storm saturates,
par for course sandtrap engulfs,
chaos reverberates within
besieged cerebral corridor,
quotidian mental onslaught
spurns refugee exodus,
psychological ploy asper viable coping
function forgoes figurative
foothold toe tully forfeited
tenuous grasp slips forcing migration,
Sans psychotic shrapnel
clefts emotional well being,
without rhyme or reason
sense and sensibility rent asunder
rational, overall logical
modus operandi quashed
dealt fatal savage thrust
soundless insanity relentlessly pounds
fifty plus shades gray matter
noiselessly bombarding
lofty craft cognitive faculty atelier
strafed emotional rescue
relegated to twilight zone
outer limits house barbed bereft ken
dolled, hallowed, and lobotomized
mined kempf desecrated sacred reliquary
orbits like a neurological asteroid belt
Self healing fragments repelled
despite fervent application grounded
evincing proof of positive thinking
courtesy Norman Vincent Peale
fore gone conclusion crowning
accursed albatross gussied as SPD
(schizoid personality disorder)
undefeated champ decamping forever
within noggin of this mortal male
til death do me part!
Your thoughts go a long way in determining your future
Positive thinking will allow you to portray your life in a way that only you can picture
Negativity creates a journey to unhappiness along the way
Banish those thoughts and your life will flourish I have to say
We can all become the person that we dream of being
Decide who you are in your mind, then put it out there for the world to see
Form a picture of the life you wish to create, then follow through
Visualization is a tool you must use to become the ideal you
Even while sleeping your dreams can help you to see what you can become
To be successful with anything you want to achieve, you must make it fun
First and foremost you must believe in yourself for any chance of success
Show that you are confident and try to manage your stress
We all have a lot to offer to make this world a better place
When you truly figure out who you are inside, let it out for society to embrace
Death-like phantom, pathos, so dusk dark, seems to be calling,
Though not dry, like autumn leaves, in dreams, I feel like falling;
Where do all these illusions, like morning mushrooms, spring from?
Where do illnesses, like termites in weaker wood, fast germ?
Pathos peeps from the soul, like a mouse from a filthy hole,
Scrolls, like krait, bites, pouring within pure poison bowl;
Though not willing, owing impulse, I get so fast succumb,
Like a knave, forgotten his true self, I go madly numb.
Pathos casts my directions like the rudder in a ship,
From optimism to pessimism it changes fast the trip;
Finding feeble before the goals like Parkinson it shakes,
Like a kite whose thread is broken, it falls and licks dust flakes.
Anguish aggravates pathos; causing pains anonymous,
Humanity and the surroundings increase emptiness;
Fear, distress, panic... all get imported by the same boat,
Life turns into a den of devils of deviant gloat...
Pathos, as though fallen in a deep well, seeks sympathy,
Pity, anger, honey-flowing words, and wants empathy;
Positive thinking, prayerful living, and divine depth,
Pave the way to pass from pathos to existential breadth!
25 September 2021
''P'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A miracle isn't just a bizarre fluke
in fact, it's present anywhere we look:
It's our enfeebled earth welcoming the sun,
although a searing touch is something to shun
It is the air awake no matter the bruises from pollution,
as well as the streams without termination
The trees smugly outstretched and unperturbed,
although their tidy canopy has been greedily disturbed
It is the impetus of time's valor to evolve,
despite conditions that seem unresolved
They are the praises and prayers we instantly utter,
and our compassion freely given while we silently suffer
They are the uninterrupted moments we're able to live,
as well as the small victories we achieve
Your miracle isn't like a craved leisure outdoors,
it can be the success in mastering your intimidating chores
Above all, it is knowing there's no limit to how we thrive,
that after being lost and barely surviving we are still found alive
-Nicola An
The heartache of farewell
Comes in layers and degrees of torment and suffering
Some good and Bad, some may say it is all good in the end
But regardless of platitudes and positive thinking after reflection at the end
The pain is real and the consequences of the choices made
Of whether to say goodbye or to stay
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t go away, doesn’t heal in some ways
As a farewell of a friend you may never see again
Or a farewell to a career you loved and can no longer be apart of
But of a relationship much deeper between two lovers
Who have spent a decade of their prime years choosing to stay together
Only for one to decide to part in the end without the other ever see it coming.