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She was Auntie Mame, Cher, Bette, and Liza with a Z to those amongst us.
Children clamored for her attention, twirling and whirling in her presence.
She was happy, joy, enthusiasm, personified, if you got to know her, you were delighted.
She was the most upbeat, positive person I had ever met, and I had no idea how damned depressed she was.
No one knew that she felt hated by her own mother, who resented everything she said, did or wore.
No one knew how sad she felt every second of her childhood, convinced she was too fat to love.
No one knew how much rage she was holding bottled inside, hidden away deep in the recesses of her heart,
Enraged that other children’s mothers hugged and kissed them, and said, “I love you.”
At school she was the epitome of happiness. Everyone knew when Mrs. T. came into a room, the party began.
I loved her in kindergarten, and kept loving her throughout my entire childhood and adult life.
She was music, she was marching, she was sunshine, she was joy, she was always volunteer of the year,
And she did not believe in volunteering.
which I always thought was curious.
She was the grand marshall of the parades, the head of every committee that helped children.
One time when she wanted a particular teaching job, she called every member of the school board, and told them to give it to her,
And they did,
Because they all loved her
Because she had been their favorite teacher,
Because she was puppy spice, and cinnamon kitten, and bunny love.
So they gave it to her,
But she did not take it
Because she could not believe in herself,
Because no one had ever believed in her,
Until they did,
But by then,
She did not see it.
She was a child herself, having never having a real childhood.
And no one knew.
I feel the world
not going well:
When the puppy from below
barks sadly
lately...
The neighbor cat
remains meowing all day long
in the kitchen...
Here at home we eat
3-day bread ... and coffee
it is always reheated ...
I feel that the world,
not going well:
When I don't capture anyone, anymore
smiling in the square ...
A rare car
moves...
Drowsiness brings down
The Neighborhood...
I feel all badly going instable,
when I observe the winery
of Antonio empty ... he
sitting with Maria dispirited
awaiting for customers in the lobby ...
Without selling anything,
without collecting a
nickel ...!
I said “you look pretty”,
The bold remarks made me choke
I said “it’s not funny”
But it wasn’t a joke
When we talk you say it softly,
I’ve never felt anything like it
Butterflies when I heard you breathe
But I love it when you’re awfully quiet
Sometimes all I think about is you,
Sleepless nights— you’ve had them too
You said I looked good in blue
Late nights in the middle of June
A lot can change in twenty seconds,
But we love being in the dark
It wasn’t recommended
It’s hard to stop it once it starts
This puppy love is out of line,
I never thought you’d be someone I miss
Didn’t control the helium this time
I guess I want you more than I thought I did
I wanna be alone,
Sun roof broken— what a mess
Arms I used to call home
Alone with you, does that make sense?
I don’t want to talk right now,
You tricked me
I just need to sit back down
I just want to watch TV
God I wish I was happy,
You gave me brown wilted leaves
I was foolish to believe
The fraying threads of recovery
I wish we never learned to fly,
Above the clouds, at least we tried
Broke the atmosphere, we flew so
high
happiness, puppy-sweet, lapping at toes. the strumming of sea nymph shells. the laughter of intoxicated friends, slightly tipsy, imbibing in whites and reds, sharing spousal threads and temporarily forgetting the kids, though their eyes drip with tenderness, like honey, as they release the swash of grandchildren pics, ebbing and flowing in the sea of collaborative commotion.
like drunken sailors
with dancing tattoos of kids —
housework abandoned
happiness bubbling over, no stinging jellyfish, only a high as you ride the whimsical spout of a humdinger of a whale. the splash of happiness as your adventurous boat glides over funny water, the rapids contained amidst the cool glacial vistas.
hallucinating
goliath-size polar bears
waving with a coke
friend, i’ll join you in your happiness, sipping our sumptuous chalices, dressed in medieval wimples and petticoats. we shall chat alongside the faerie garden - the wisps of pink and blue wings, a sparkling chatter of singsong at the lovely affair.
wee chalices cheer
our frolicking happiness
leaving us breathless
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I feel sorry for the children who do not know
Where grandma and grandpa and the puppy go
Some have been told that dead is dead.
No spiritual beliefs have ever been said.
The soul is something of which they do not know.
They have never been told of it, they miss the glow
Of spiritual truths, they think that dead is dead.
I pray for these little ones, whose eyes are all red.
To tell them of religious beliefs is wrong at school.
We are allowed to go just so far, the golden rule.
Although in the Bible, we pretend of this we do not know.
I feel sorry for children who do not know where their dead go.
Give her teeth. Women like teeth
Women like attention. Give her babies
Marry her but only once
Drive her to the cliff but never over it
Hold her hand because holding her feet looks ridiculous
Wave bright and shiny things in front of her
Never rattle her. Never call her “Hey you!”
Write her name down to remember it
Use string. Don't call her String.
Give her cats, puppy dogs and a loaf of bread
And don’t forget the eggs and milk
Dress her like a clown because clowns are fun
If you must, put her in a box…. because you must!
Make sure it has holes for breathing
Take her sky diving. Sometimes parachutes are required.
Give her duct tape. Duct tape can fix anything, even marriages
Take her to bed because trampolines are complicated
Tell her a joke
The one about, what did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it?
It didn’t say anything but let out a little wine
Lead her not into temptation but to the mall
Money will do the rest and do it all
The one that got away will forever remain a mystery.
And any thing said about it will forever remain a theory.
We met at a very young age, perhaps the age when love
Was considered 'puppy love'. We lived in different states,
Some 75 miles apart which always kept the relationship
Rather loose.
From about the age of 12 until my late teens, I always desired for the relationship to go forward. However, I later had serious doubts which were
confirmed by her not wanting a future with me. Chances are great that any lasting connection was really never meant to be, like a willow will never be an oak tree.
The party in question was one among at least ten or twelve.
The one that got away got buried in the deep portal of my heart.
So deep in fact that there was never any thought of resurfacing
After the disconnect. From around 1968 to 1970, the possibility
For reconnecting was there, but it never reached the level of probability.
Although my heart longed for what I thought would be a match made
In heaven, there was another who arrived in 1970 that replaced everything
I thought should have been and became far more than the one who got
Away. So in a sense, it died on the vine for lack of emotional norishment,
never realigning with me which is the way it was meant to be. From my mid
Teen years, I always have felt that I was pursuing something far bigger than myself, and I was determined to never allow anything or anyone to interrupt what and whom God had purposed for me.
I am happy and content with the one I have been married to for 48 years
That did not get away.
070220PSCtest, The One That Got Away, Silent One
I was always distant.
I wasn't entirely human, I don't think I ever really had been, it was something that had driven the vampires in this castle to me, they say my eyes were dull.
and yet full of beauty and brightness while still being quite far away and hollow.
I was like that of a perfect yin and yang, alive yet dead, breathing yet no air entering.
silent yet screaming forever stuck in a cycle of death and rebirth, for one purpose alone.
often if I was looking at them, those creatures! that take my blood yet do not give in return. they say it is as if I am staring straight through them, that they were nothing more than a painting on the wall I had seen thousands of times over.
it had been centuries since I was first locked away here, I do not remember the exact time.
the sun has not once touched my skin in so long, as if in some sick way, I am becoming like them.
I do not remember what I was before, was I truly human?
or always some pawn to be used by others?
all I know is if I was to die here, I would still be in service, giving my body, soul, mind, and very essence, to the beings I once believed were fables.
forever at their very Bec and call, as if I was some puppy, listening to a master for praise, yet I never received any, for it would be weakness for them to show care for me?
no?
in forever and eternity, stuck as nothing more than a source of entertainment, and food for creatures many wouldn't believe exist.
even if I showed it to their very eyes........
Feeling nostalgic, I went back home
To a house on Memory Lane
A sentimental trip, through the years that have flown
To a three bedroom, small white, wood frame
Where memories were built on a GI loan
And little boys were forged into young men
Where the little boy in me, is still running free
Through cotton fields up to his chin
The old house was still standing in some disrepair
The gravel roads had all been paved
'neath the cottonwood tree, my daydreams were still there
With the initials my puppy love engraved
There was no father or mother, no sister or brother
No neighbors I used to call friend
No games to be played, no gold to discover
Only memories of way back when
But the love we shared, I saw everywhere
In the garden, in the flowers and the trees
And the life lessons I learned from the spills and the dares
Gave me warmth in the cool winter breeze`
Then sitting in the swing where I first learned to fly
I heard the whistle of the afternoon train
So I packed up my thoughts, said my final goodbye
To the house on Memory Lane.
by Daniel Turner
My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease?
You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?
I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home
Nourish me…and be my beloved friend
Will this friendship last forever?
Hopefully it has no end
Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?
Because of you…I feel the need to run
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome
My atrocious anxiety?
I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom –
Vibrant with glee
Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight