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Where I am From
I am from the old fashion days
from the yes mams and no sirs, to
the slips with a dress or skirt
from dust particles in my nose
(from cleaning floor boards and ceiling fans)
I am from the endless bruises to
the lively parties,
...that mom threw when we had all As
the constant bicycle accidents or the sudden
trips down the stairs
I'm from my only love sprung from
my only hate, the endless Shakespearean faze
From the haters and the preps and
the don't get beat down to give them a
beat down.
From make my heart rejoice from
the one that is taunting me and trying
my best to apply verse 22 of Galatians
I am from Grandma Odessa's Sugar cookies to
Moms mouth watering chicken pot pie
From the burn mark on my tongue from a battery
to my dads tattoo that he did himself
Upon the shelf's of my closet lay
my dress box and senior album,
overflowing with old pictures from
house or school
Many names I remember
many faces I chose not to,
reliving some good days at school, and
reliving the times I wish I could have blown it up
I am from happy childhoods to learning from
my mistakes adulthood
from childhood memories lost to most gained
and many stored
The good, The bad, & The now content
This is where I am from
I won't be intimidated with plays
And ploys to keep me from the seat
They may unite and come up with ways
To get that vote and see to my defeat
Because I'm a threat to their plans
They talk behind my back
My followers put down everyday
But still my numbers grow to back,
me up on my running supporting my way
Saying my name as the fifth
With my name in my enemies mouths
It got me wondering how that's building me
For their exist some mouths
Mouths looking upto me
To rise up and be better than them
Big and bold are my steps
To try and get a foothold on their strengths
Cause times going I've got to stick to preps,
As I strategize to build them as strengths
For I'm an all inclusive leader
And on the day that I'll ascend that seat
They gonna feel my presence
They'll be lucky if they can handle my heat
Cause I'll be more than itch in essence
I'll be stain on the seat that they can't remove
With soft hushed slip-steps
They creep into my being
My sleepy mind preps
For all the things I’m seeing
They are the sleep sneakers
That invade in the night
Restlessness seekers
That dance without the light
The tales of dreary dreams
Show terror, fear or love
But Sleep sneakers seem
To form fit like a glove
There is no themed story
The meanings are unclear
There’s doubt without glory
Just a gnawing fear
Tonight there in my mind
As I settle in my bed
Those sleep sneakers may find
Dreams hidden in my head
Entry: "Second Chance for Your N-A" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
December 19, 2022
(HM)
Caveman preps for dating female mates
As he puts on fresh skins and pelts
Caught that day since everything was free
Oil from animal musk still ooze from pores
(To allure the delicate gender favors)
Killing prey is not exactly PETA friendly
ASPCA might have something to say
Millions of years hence so not to worry
Cave men speak Ugh which is short for ugly
He is going clubbing with his handy stick
Nowhere near Fifth Avenue I'm sure
A not so delicate creature blinks at him
Smiles from the bush with perceived approval
One bonk on the head is all it takes
He drags her by the dirty knotted hair
Back to his cave to live forever more
As husband and wife in ancient splendor
Life was simpler back then
Each time we learned, new life had been birthed,
down deep where true love grows quite fast;
Our greatest hopes, as parents unearthed,
the sum of our love's storied past.
Daily our preps, made for good cheer:
Maternity clothes and bookstores,
A decorated nursery, then poof—toys appeared.
All the while knowing each day you grew more.
The parties and gifts overwhelmed us,
sheer love shown by family and friends.
Baby kicks made us giggle—a definite plus,
at a time nervously filled, by infant odds & ends.
Big Sis came in ninety, Little Sis ninety-four,
Perfect babies in every way.
Confirmations of Joy, we've come to adore,
Our Miracles of creation, by Potter and clay.
(Written and submitted on 7/17/2018, for the Olive Eloisa Guillermo–Fraser JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest)
*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.
That's Close Enough
Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.
Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the effects of metamorphoses,
Influence of changing, on the surface ... ain't exclusive.
The aspects of human versions, ... do we possess ourselves?
Phases absorb one's absolutes, ... escapism amuses abstracts,
Misshape is needless, ... our character assassinates us.
The docile Doctor Jekyll ... and ominous Mr. Hyde,
The tale tells induced chemicals ... freed the latter temperament,
Stevenson, a mixed decrypt breed, ... Woolf faults, Hemingway hails.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, ... Wilde's graphic inward peer,
Retorts pundits, ... proxy masques wickedness, textured facades ethics,
Books ain't moral or immoral, ... they're just well penned or naught.
A star radiates ... cast hither, trimming and grooming 'rounds,
Revolving amazeballs recasting orb's landscapes, ... picturesque,
Bubblegum pops as its meaning ... is clearly intricate.
Brief spells also have an effect, ... ravenous bears slumber,
When pushed or at risk ... stimulates safeguards that ensure their species,
The game plays out who's game ... prey or predator lives or dies.
Transformations constants about ... subtle yet definite,
Persona exploits cellular structure ... registers vividly,
The former's substituted ... the latter assimilate.
2022 June 01
*11th Place*
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
~~Anthony Biaanco: 2022 July 04
*HMS: 14,16,14 syllables x 8 stanzas
Silence, is loud
Heads in the cloud
Lived life to a point
Stopped to smoke a joint
Upon the grass so green
Reflections of all I have seen
Every dream
So it would seem
Vanish ,before my eye
Can't hold on no matter how I try
Or cry
Words fail
Dreams seem frail
Is love real
Must be nice to feel
Silence rings in my ears
Giving birth to new fears
Lost tears
Was it always this way
Lost in what next to say
Lost in neither the dark nor the light
Wasn't worth the fight
You know I'm right
What's the point
Pass that joint
Dreams come and go
As you well know
Broken dreams pave the way
To a new day
Yesterdays pain
What you call the stain
Life's strain
Preps you for your tomorrow
Lifts you above all sorrow
Or breaks you
This is true
Makes you dare
Or not care
That's fair
Words Fail
Go to facebook jail
Prison of the mind
Leave reality behind
All you see
Is all you be
Tick freaking tock
Beats the clock
Time passing by
Reasons I try
No tears to cry
Good bye
Realized Dream
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine,
Sun hint suitcases in unkempt closet,
Copy of an E-ticket stretches trash,
Cellphone replenished, impotent ere long.
A bowl of flakes stifles in cooling milk,
Sunny nook preps up a stylish bud vase,
The label I hide on the wine bottle,
A meek proxy is flowerless again.
My front door astir, neighbors all gathered,
They told me of the psycho cat's demise,
No tipped refuse cans, injuries, and noise,
Hostilities quell, regrets swells the heart.
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach,
Two jugglers feats midst solo guitar strums,
Two cyclist clips between throngs set on foot,
Spellbound scenes of sunbathers plus swimmers.
2020 October 03
The good thing about the end of the world is,
For some, it never even began.
A world filled with hate, suffering and lies
And every kind of self serving alibi
I start back over so many times i forget it hurts.
This world is a lonely graveyard with darkening hearts
It strikes heartless and hard.
Days of thunder is like an arc above an ark.
The world is at its doomsteps it elevated to itself
Just another step in stonestep preps
Something to carve their name into,
thinking it will fulfill them
Its just a wasted shot with a wasted breathe
But though the darkness descends,
The dawn must recommence once again.
2018- A year of mixed emotions:
Where the happiness of becoming a US resident,
Was soon subsided by parting ways with a special friend.
Where making preps for Mom's retirement,
Was soon overshadowed by sad demise of the most loved aunt
A year when I tasted failures till-
I became comfortable with the idea of failure,
Till I realized what I saw as failures,
Were still success to someone's eyes and ears
A year where my marriage yet again failed many times,
But when times were testing, I realized it was still as pleasing as wind chimes.
A year which made me a little less judgmental,
and come a step closer to perspective acceptance.
A year when learning and career looked like slipping sand,
with me finally making a choice to return back and be embraced by my old working land.
A year when I read myself a lot closer,
Jumped over my ego more than anytime before,
to enjoy the comfort of people whom I had left behind somewhere on the shore,
While I was busy surfing over the ocean waves,
And had forgotten the support system that always saves.
A year that gave me courage to reach out to people I once hated from the core,
And discover friendships I no more can ignore.
A year that yet again assured that no matter how bad I become,
It was always Mom, Dad and my 2 sisters to whom I mattered,
Where I was forgiven more than I deserved,
With only them ever paying any heed-
To whatl I feel,
To what I believe,
To my shattered dreams,
To my mood extremes.
A year where I realized how family if stood together,
Could make every single smile outshine a tear.
That together we could overcome the worst of our fear,
And together we're ready to whole-heartedly welcome yet another New Year…
2019 this time which is just near !
--- Jagjot Kaur, Signing off 2018