Long Preterition Poems
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I don’t want to think of that silence
Excruciating quietness and all that’s unsaid.
That lone ticking clock speaks in the distance
I don’t want to think as that silence is bled.
Except for the silence, there is nothing to hear
Too scared to speak for the fear of the sound.
Maybe the hush is my cross to bear
This deafening silence keeps bouncing around.
How could you tell me that you wanted to leave?
That thud from your drop now echoes throughout.
Now this silence, is so hard to conceive
Forever our sounds will go into drought.
I so wish for noise; for what we had once
I don’t want to think of that silence.
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I won't sing the words to what was our song.
It would hurt my heart too much to even try
so don't ask me again or you'll make me cry.
I cannot sing it because I am not that strong.
"But, Mom, it had such romantic lyrics and melody..."
Stop asking me. If you want music turn the radio on.
Those days are best forgotten of a love long gone.
Hush now about that song. Why can't you let me be?
I don't want to rake up sad memories of the past.
I won't sing that song, but if you pick another tune
we can sing together and make dogs bay at the moon.
I really don't want to think about a love that didn't last.
"Will you tell me what happened between the two of you?"
No, my darling daughter. I don't want to be sad tonight.
It no longer matters who was wrong or who was right.
I don't want to recall memories of him. That I will not do.
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April 19th, 2016
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"Granny, tell me about the snake in your garden"
"No, child let's not talk about that rattlesnake with blade in"
"Tell me the story one more time do it with rhyme"
"Child, you're too young to hear how that snake crawled in the sweet thyme"
"Tell me, granny, just one more time how brave you were"
"It happened so long ago, to me its become a blur"
"Now, child, you just go about and play have fun on this lovely day"
"Let the snake rest in his grave; to that story we'll not stray"
"Granny, how did you kill that rattlesnake anyway?"
"To cut some herbs an eight inch serrated knife held the right way."
"A rattlesnake to hurt husband and little ones."
"Granny had to handle it, get him out of our pathway"
"Perfect love cast out all fear, the devil destroyed."
"There isn't a snake in our garden love's strength was employed."
Finis'
(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)
Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold and dank, too many people
without shelter, poorly dressed, wet and shivering.
I’d rather not talk about it. I’m like everyone else.
No one smelt the squalor of a place forgotten by mankind.
So he retired to his beautiful warm mansion.
Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He knew well enough what charity meant.
A woman, beautiful and sick trembled in front of his house.
Inadequate clothes covered her body thin. She coughed.
Some drops of blood dribbled down her cheeks.
I'm cold she murmured. But cruelly he turned away.
Merciless night saw her wane as she lay exposed to the storm.
Don’t talk to me about charity. I know what it is.
I’d rather talk about beautiful things.
Morning came and found her dead.
They buried her outside the town in a forgotten grave.
Stop talking to me about charity. Tell me where I failed?
Alas, no bells tolled her demise.
They left her to the numb unfeeling cold
And slowly turned back to town leaving her to the merciless sleet.
Ashamed he felt that he should pray. May she rest in peace.
You see, he knew what charity means.
As Death came knocking he handed me the Three Keys.
He said I'd used my Free Will and had me a choice,
Equal sums of Goodness, of Evil - if you please ,
Third was to do Nothing, but stand and make no noise.
My journey then began through the celestial sphere,
.Till I reached the Pearly Gates with doors firmly locked.
The Record Keeper quietly beckoned me near,
Showed me what was written, my deeds all nicely clocked.
The Book had toted up the sum of all I’d done,
And all were neatly placed upon a golden scale.
Each key he placed in turn, the weighing had begun;
Of the three, only one would balance without fail.
The Keeper explained what each key really meant-
If Good outweighed, he said, it'd open Heaven's doors,
If Evil your added sum, to Hell you are sent,
Preterition gets Purgatory's lonely moors.
Now choose ye all the life you choose with your Free Will,
Wouldst thou like the key of Good , or drink Evil's swill,
Perhaps you'd choose to them pass, do Nothing , just chill.
Three keys are yours, as you go through life's great mill.
~13 Jul 2016~
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Retirement day came for the most responsible employee of the company
Thirty years of waking up each morning at 5:00 a.m. in the morning
Making routinary tasks without stopping except for the lunch break
A surprise tribute was arranged by their coworkers and supervisor
Balloons, flowers and a swiss watch were part of the gifts to Tylor
The ballroom hotel was decorated with exquisiteness and elegance
Tylor was in his apartment dressing up, waiting for a limousine
He was feeling very nervous as he was going to an important event
Meanwhile, in the hotel the music was playing with enthusiasm
Appetizers, pastries and other delicacies were served in the tables
Tylor arrived with his charming wife to the five star hotel lobby
Hours passed by and the supervisor of Tylor did not arrive to the tribute
The senior chairman forgot one of of the most events of his hectic agenda
A Skype conference amended with success the unintended omission
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4-11-2016
I cannot say how poems come to be-
from just one thought to full reality.
I cannot say how I hunt down my words
to image themes like nature, flowers, birds.
Or then select a form to fit the theme;
be it free verse, haiku, or rhyming scheme.
Or count the syllables for metered flow;
select the feet of two or more to show
a rhythm, smooth or anapestic dance
to make the words behave or wildly prance.
Or think I'm done, but then see that I'm not;
to then rewrite and add what I forgot.
From just one thought to full reality-
I cannot say how poems come to be.
April 29, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Rhyming Couplets
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Judged: 05/25/2021
~9th Place~
Contest: Preterition
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Judged: 05/17/2016
Preterition is a poetic technique: drawing attention to
something by claiming to omit it, but then really defining it
by actually saying what you claim you cannot say.
Form: Couplet / Iambic Pentameter
The Homeless
People and animals are helpless on the street of any city,
regarded as worthless, society just passes them by,
empty and hollow, they fall into a black abyss of nothingness.
Today, I saw a man with a kitten, and I ran to the store for food,
even though I had only a little money, I did not want to just walk by.
Running back with a bag of food for the man and some kitten food, breathless
inside I was weeping when the spot they had been in was empty. They were gone.
Turning in circles, I searched for them, but they were lost in a deep chasm,
in some doorway probably, crouched and starving. Oh I should have told him to stay,
only then, I spotted them and walked fast in that direction, and
now, I stroked the little one as she purred and ate, the man smiled his thanks.
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April 8, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Preterition
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Honorable Mention