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so easy to talk to
rarely do i hear from her
so sad it is always the ones that are the most enjoyable
he put you down via verbal abuse
now you are protective of your heart and the way you openly give
so sad it is always that version that i always end up meeting
so fun to forget about life for a while with you
tomorrow the usual and the norm will return
so sad that i will never get to know or experience The Real You in person
he broke your heart and her confidence
he was the main constructor of your unexpected inferiority complex
so sad to read the hidden codes underneath the smiling tonalities of your replies
so grateful to know that i have you as a friend
so proud for the privilege to experience the benevolent side of you
so good to know that i always make your day better by making you smile
When I was little, I didn’t know what it was like to have a pet
Until the day my parents decided to bring Peanut home
I remember it well, out of all the dogs we saw,
Peanut was the one who stood out
A newborn puppy, so cute and innocent,
We knew she was the one
She had those sad puppy eyes,
And we saw that she had already had an effect on us
At first, she didn’t know what to think of us
We were strangers to her
Her first night, she was shy, a little bit scared,
But then she realized we were her family
In her younger years, she had such a playful spirit,
One that would make you smile
When one of us would come home from school or work,
Her energy of excitement exploded with happiness
What really made her happy was eating
She would want to do that all day
There would be times when after a long day
She would sit in a patch of sun that came in through a window
She loved the warm feeling of the sun when she rested
It always felt good to my parents and I,
When she would curl up and sleep right beside us,
Never leaving our side
Peanut was always very protective of us and her home,
Anybody she didn’t know, she would bark at until they went away,
Or until she got tired of barking
However, if the person she didn’t know had food with them,
They were her friend all of a sudden
Peanut was someone who had completed us as a family;
She made us happy—our first family pet
She was someone you could talk to, and she would listen
Many years with her, and we created so many good memories;
Ones that would make us laugh or make us smile
As the years went by, she started showing signs to us that she was getting older
Age ten, she started slowing down, her face became grey
Despite old age, there were some things that didn't change,
Like her wanting to eat or wanting to be with us
My Guardian Angel
My guardian angel, God's gift from above,
resides in my heart, guiding my mind and soul.
Protective wings wrap me with angelic love
to shape my decisions and life's every goal.
My guardian angel helps me to live days
with God's gifts of nature that surround my life.
When times become stressful, this comfort displays
that hope in tomorrow will lessen my strife.
My guardian angel guides me day and night
to give of myself in each way that I can;
for family, friends, or others who might
empower my heart to help my fellow man.
My guardian angel directs my daydreams...
leads my inspiration toward creative art,
with words or a paintbrush, display lovely scenes,
and bring forth the beauty of life from my heart.
My guardian angel will guide me through death;
help shape my acceptance at that solemn time.
Wrapped up in her splendor...then at my last breath,
will bring me to Heaven...eternal, sublime.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 08/16/2018
a post from 2014
for my beautiful granddaughter, Alexandra
After 13 days of confinement,
a caterpillar broke out of her butterfly egg,
Then ate the shell and pipevine leaf,
upon which it was laid,
A small fuzzy caterpillar,
with red spikes sticking out her sides and top,
She noticed on her middle,
a bright yellow colored spot-
Pipevine plants are toxic,
to things that are alive,
But for Queen Alexandra,
they would help her to survive,
These leaves would be her food source –
a repellent to her foes,
And if a predator caught her,
they’d vomit up and go-
Queen Alexandra wondered,
where on earth she might be,
Glancing at a tree canopy,
1,300 feet above the sea,
She noticed the thick greenery,
covering all the ground below,
And knew that only in a rainforest,
could this kind of vegetation grow-
Queen Alexandra didn’t know the name,
Papua New Guinea,
The tropical rainforest home,
to the largest butterflies that be,
Loggers destroying habitat,
collectors catching this species fast,
Predictions for her family –
only until the year 2021 to last-
Queen Alexandra as a caterpillar,
ate and grew for 120 days,
Shedding her skin six times was work,
not any fun or play,
Then she tightly clung
to the underside of a pipevine leaf,
And changed into a pupa,
the outside hardening as a protective sheath-
Inside changing her looks,
” metamorphosis” in her safe cocoon,
Forty days later emerging as a butterfly,
in hours long before noon,
Her 12 inch wings were mostly brown,
with pale yellow hues,
Her brother’s wings were smaller,
with streaks of iridescent blue-
So flying up they joined a group –
Queen Alexandra and her brother,
A gathering of butterflies together, you see,
is referred to as a “flutter,”
For about three months they’d fly,
at the top of the tree canopy,
This endangered “Queen Alexandra” Butterfly,
a beautiful rarity to see!
Men!
Huge percent treat women bad
what the hell is our issue
somehow this make us feel glad
making them use a tissue?
Discern nothing nice to say
revel in our unkind role
what makes us act in this way
don't we care about their soul?
We should not be talking down
to someone we say we love
instead fitting with a crown
arrived on wings of a dove
Respect them with all our heart
let them know they are our world
simple plan, but it's a start
their wings becoming unfurled
They should not ever feel ties
to someone keeping them down
pains me when a woman cries
even when she wears a frown
Treat them as a fragile kit
be their protective armor
everyday show them we're smit
with comfort and our ardor
But what bothers me the most
lack of attention some give
on cruise control we do coast
should leak from us like a sieve
How does one not notice her
Aphrodite by one's side
others should be but a blurr
yet her face one wants to hide?
INCORRIGIBLE - to me
this thought of concealed beauty
there are others who DO see
and feel it as their duty
Willing to bow at her feet
giving notice whence deserved
unabashed - not rude - just sweet
the heart of their soul she's verved
Keep playing those silly games
they'll finish by losing her
watch as her desire wanes
and moves to someone else, sir!
O adored Italy,this lamentation
for an impossible longing,never repressed,
will echo throughout centuries yet to unfold!
Will I be forgotten for my prediction?
A revocation of tiepid nights,intently
spent staring at the twinkling firmament,
confirmed beliefs which have guided me
in days of bitter regrets and discontent!
America enabled me, to land on its wealthy
and productive soil; and her generosity
spilled over an enormous ocean and sea,
and offered me the infallible promise of security!
Now, like two protective and fearless soldiers,
defending her from intruders and envious alike,
my visible rainbow draws its colorful arch
with foundations resting on each side;
with joy,gratefulness and endless pride,
I owe them both: life,dignity,and happiness!
O adored Italy,this lamentation
springs forth with fervent words of affection;
I regret that my sixsteenth year was
was an unexpected and sorrowful farewell!
O adored Italy,your distant son...
still has that memorable recall
of your motherly tenderness and loveliness,
beside your unchangeable principle of justice!
You so desperately
Want to be understood
So I wonder
Why
Why do you
Hold back
So much of yourself
I see him digging
Chipping at your edges
Wondering what's behind the facade
He waits between your breaths
Ponders your pauses
Looks for answers
Pardons your harshness
He sees beyond the obvious
Is aware of your audible sadness
The place no one touches
Imperceptibly he reaches
Pushes past your protective
To the deeper you
The precious part
The unknown softness
The magnificence of you
The inner art
The revelation
of an unsequestered heart
For in letting go
You can be freed
Reach out for his hand
Let him take the lead
For he deserves
all of you
You deserve
all of him too
I see
I understand
I know
It's hard to let go
He's patient and will move slow
If you both want it
Love will grow
And you will be
Truly
Finally
Understood
Long ago duriong my childhood Hon'ble M.L.A.s attended state assembly riding bicycles.
Officers of the govt departmens and staffs attended their offices
riding bicycles.
Policemen in groups went riding bicycles to arrest roadside gamblers.
If caught they were taken to police station on bicycles.
At school our Headmaster, teachers and staff came on bicycles,
some on foot.
As for the students most parents did not allow them to wear long pants nor use bicycles till they clear H.S.L.C. exam.
So they went to schools on foot most of them for miles.
At the college principal, lecturers, staff and studens came riding bicycles.
There were long bicycle sheds in the campus.
But today a few people use bicycles
and on the roads and market places bicycle users are looked down
as poor and starving people
But I dont shed my old habit of riding bicycle
often bumming miles in the countryside.
During the coronavirus lockdown time and again I came out
of the confinement at my home initially with timidity
pedaling my bicycle wearing a protective mask.
Although on the road police stopped the four wheelers, auto rickshaws
and power driven bikes, detained the drivers
or made them turn back non of them stopped me
as they thought bicycle users harmless.
So during lockdown often I pedaled my bicycle to the foot of lonesome
Nongmaijing hill
enjoying the scenary and gentle breeze there,
looking at the egrets flying in the sky and landing on the barren rice fields,
taking snaps of the countryside with my smartphone.
I returned home everytime regaled
without any fear of getting infection with coronavirus
nor police stopping me on the way.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Converged in a cannon of salutation
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Bowing near her golden wings
All the pebbles greet
Adoring the blackness of her beauty
Luring her in vain
Into a home-dance at the village square!
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And winds of terror blow
Blowing everywhere
Among forest paths & homesteads
Unbeaten by protest-clouds
Here in the sky –
The hunter’s sling aims in vain
Her feathered bosom
Drawing away the eaglets.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And stones in a hurry fly
Over fawning protective leaves & branches
More stones parachuted by hopes
Of spoils & clannish fame!
O eagle seated on the hunters’ disunity!
Rejoicing in the eternal silences
Enthroned in a nest of beauty
Carved like a marbled soul of immortality.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Veering in a common confusion –
Should she fly safely away
Then hunters & their folks
Could sigh for another decade
Of her willful dictatorship –
And more stones could greet
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Tiny little fingers;
Teeny little toes.
Little breaths escaping from
Your itsy bitsy nose.
Skin as soft as satin;
Lips a perfect bow.
Belly up and down as if
You’re putting on a show.
In your isolette, you doze
While visitors all stare,
In awe of your existence
And just thrilled that you are there.
Dream on, brand-new baby,
Unaware of all your charms,
For we are here to cradle you,
Protective in our arms.
You’ll never understand the love
Your birth has caused to rise
Until you’re on the other side
And see with grown-up eyes.
For now, your job is just to be
So settle down and sleep,
Cocooned by our emotions,
Which are tender, pure and deep.