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She was not yet five, chocolate brown eyes
Wide in curious observation but internally shielded
Lashes acting like bars keeping danger out, secrets in.
But one shared love of Barney and hands joined, defenses yielded.
Hungry for love like a starved, beaten pup
Afraid that the ones offering it would take it away
But loving her was easy like the silly tales she spun
And my heart swelled in pregnant pulchritude each day.
Being different isn't easy, it takes a special kind of strength
That boldly dares the bigot to take their strongest swings
She was stronger still, carrying barbs open wounds
But loving in the way humanity brings.
A woman now, and beautiful of face and heart and soul
I love her fiercely with all I have within
She is my daughter born of my heart, not born from in my loins
But the blessing is she's grown to be my friend.
In midst of forest stands an ancient tree
decorated by nature with white cotton snow puffs,
icicles glisten and gleam sparkling in the sunlight.
Around its base are gathered all the forest's creatures
with pregnant pause they wait as the star shines out
a beacon to all calling out, hush now do you hear?
The sleigh bells ringing out as down swoops Santa
wait, he is not alone with him the blessed babe
in distance approach the three wise men bears gifts.
All the creatures now on bended knees him they salute
the ancient tree smiles knowingly and the heavens
celebrate with comet tails and shooting stars the precious babe.
written 12/02/2014
contest Hush of Christmas Past
Life offers
A few choice moments…
Pregnant with promise
Open to opportunity
Dense with destiny
Moments in time
When everything
You have
Everything you are
Hangs in the delicate balance
Replete with risks…
Should you speak…
Or keep silent?
Should you reach out…
Or withdraw?
Should you embrace…
Or walk away?
Should you write…
Or wait for a message?
The seconds pass…
You hold your breath
Knowing
This moment
May change your life
Forever
Almost gone
It’s almost gone
The chance
To make happiness yours
To reveal all that you hide…
The lasting love
The possessive passion
The moment is ripe
To touch
To feel
To fly
To melt
Into the essence
Of eternity
This moment
Here
Now…..
Don’t let it pass by
This moment
Could change every other moment
Of the rest of your life.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
My beloved wife didn't have one baby, she had five instead.
I should've used a condom that night when we were in bed.
Everybody says that my babies are a wonderful gift and that I've been blessed.
But when I saw the hospital bill after they were born, I became seriously depressed.
I don't see any peace at home, my babies sure do know how to cry.
They've drank so much milk that they've sucked my wife's **** dry.
My wife wants them to get a good education so that they'll gain knowledge.
But I'll have to hold down four jobs just to be able to send them to college.
I love all of my five babies but I don't like the situation that I'm in.
I'm going to scream because I just learned that she's pregnant again.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
He was the only one to give me away
To the man of my dreams
I was filled with joy
Knowing I was still pure
And This was the day
To unveil my world
To My one
Man
My dad, a calm simple man
Full of love and life
worked in my dressing room
Asked everybody out
He wanted to bless me
I was eager
To receive each blessing
He cleared his throat
And told me
How much he loved me
How much I was beautiful
How much he was proud of me
And how much he wanted me
I was shocked
When my father said
I have waited for this day
To feel every inch of you
I screamed
He held me strong
Undressed me
And...
I was so appalled
As I fought so hard
He pushed hard
Blood splashed out
Into a great flow
My dad raped me
I couldn't breath well
I tried and relaxed
He was done
I was in deep tears
Full of hatred and agony
He said to me
I am sorry
Your my beloved daughter
I am sorry
I was so mad
And confused
Who to tell
Mom came in
And found me in tears
She whispered to me
Be strong
Be bold
You will make it
Dad added
Yes you will make it
Just keep our secret
Or you will die
Dad walked me to the church
I made my vows
And
Started all a flesh
Mom has never known
My husband too
I am pregnant
With
Dad's kid
Inspired by a true story from a friend
Form:
It looks almost full or half empty.
A pregnant bulge
something firmer than a sandwich
less firm than a brick.
A dirty diaper?
Something worse?
Once I found a dead parakeet
wrapped in a discarded paper bag,
when I dropped it in disgust
its head lolled out,
one dull eye fixed upon
the space I had just left.
The paper is mottled by damp winds,
stained as if hands had clutched it
too long.
Here it is, a sore thumb
in an deserted parking lot.
Poked the bag with a nudging toe,
unsure, circle it apprehensively.
Decide at last
when something's too big
to be left behind - yet is left behind,
then best to leave it
bloody-well alone.
Madness intervenes
Crazy words greet;
Rapture slips
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn arrives now
Cast of miracles;
Dance into dreams
~~~~~~~~~
Glow of warm cheer
Passion moves fest;
Worthwhile journey
~~~~~~~~~
Joy streams profound
Dawn of new grace;
Celebrate zest
~~~~~~~~~
Pregnant purpose
Birth of passion;
Bold agenda
~~~~~~~~~
Two squirrels
Racing around;
Zigzag patterns
~~~~~~~~~
Old tree
Silent sentinel;
Time tunnel
~~~~~~~~~
Bright colours
Bougainvilleas bloom;
Hot dry weather
~~~~~~~~~
Trip for two
Twin peaks;
Train ride view
~~~~~~~~~
Evening cascade
Bamboo leaves sway;
Prelude to rain
~~~~~~~~~
Keep looking,
Feel misty rain;
Ooze spreads change
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2016
Singapore
He's Bragging
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______ By:C.Encontriamo A. Creta &
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Translated it still startled me
a fully defined phrase. The
allowances were contracted
a chain of Hotels and Restaurants
found it profitable to allow certain
peop0le to afford there programs.
Per Diem contracts are one of those
lucrative businesses that stood the
test of time. A company could use
coupons to support the travel, lodging
meals and incidentals. My new position
would have me examine the rates of
competitors who supported "by the day'
workers. It was Carnival time where I
had wished to be: and it was Festival
season were I was. My vacation would either
be spent hiding out here avoiding people
I know or going somewhere were I knew
know one. I chose to vacate where Carnival was.
,and travel straight to my new assignment.
I was in the audience the night that
Bruh Beezelle won the contest. The crowd
was crazy loud. There were so many women:
I mean really beautiful women.. It was the kinda
night that made loneliness even harder to deal with.
I got lucky a women needed help with her luggage
she invited me to her room for a drink if I carried her
bags to her room.I said soda please and she said deal.
I told her I was a reporter: she found it interesting,
she was on vacation too. What a night, two pastrami
sandwiches and fries had me full. She told me I could stay
with her if I wanted to and believe me :I really wanted to.
10 days at Carnival, we were together everynight
and everyday. When I reached my new assignment
I was just waiting to get the call. Day 20 the phone rang
I knew it was her, she said human chorionic gonadotropin
has revealed she was pregnant. She knew we had to get
together and talk. I would finish early here and would meet
her somewhere, who cares I was really happy. No strings
attached I had scored a winner!
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From "The Cat Doesn't Like Me"
By; C.E.A. Creta/a.k.a./Strutturatore Dee Brani
In the womb of night, we contemplate
the dawn of the day when we shall all be free
of the mind games played to put the liberty
of countless generations of us on hold:-
The chrysalis moments of the shades of night
strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels
awakening dormant minds of the untelevised
revolution, seeded and nourished many rivers ago:-
Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new
revelations, revealing the I am of those who are
the steady black bridges spanning over the ways
that were, with blood, had been watered:
steady bridges over which we have crossed over:-
Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected
for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors,
and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt;
its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:-
Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up
the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality;
for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago:-
The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies
for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they
may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon.
Now is the time: yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late!
Now is the time: the night time…the right time to get ready!
Now is the time: no time outs for those not ready for the new day!
Now is the time: the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane!
Now is the time: the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!
I fatten 'neath the topsoil's healthy moat
So pregnant with the surge of life, anew
And busting through my heavy overcoat
My first leaf juts the mantle, craving dew
How quickly I reach skyward for the sun
My taproot, anchored deeply in the mud
A stem as straight and proud as anyone
And crowning it, a soft and graceful bud
Each morning-tide I open bright and fan
To spread my yellow petals with delight
My jagged leaves protecting as they can
Until they close at dusk to say goodnight
Day-after-day I blossom, cycling through
The warmest weeks of summer, as I need
Share pollen - drinking in the rain and dew
And when I'm weary, turning bloom to seed
Oh, please don't grieve or fret at my demise
Those fluffy seeds, borne skyward as I go
Each one shall seek a home as it thus flies
And find a spring anon ... to burst and grow.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Dandelions (Multiple Phases)" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 10/line, counted @ HowManySyllables.com)