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When our granddaughter asked us to help her with a project…something about an egg
she didn’t need to ask us twice…she didn’t have to beg.
because we know that time is fleeting…and as our grandchildren grow
the more memories we can make the better…so never will we say no…
Her project: to design a contraption…a creation of her own making
that when dropped from a certain height…will protect an egg from breaking.
Her job: to draw up blueprints and ready a report…
Our job: to offer assistance, guidance and support.
We tried three different contraptions…(they could be no bigger than a soccer ball)
and to our amazement, once each was dropped, the egg didn’t break at all!
Three entirely different contraptions and not one egg did we abuse
and now it’s up to her to decide which one she will use.
The collaboration was fun for us…as we watched her give each egg a throw
and we thought how lucky we have been watch our grandchildren grow.
How we were glad to be of help…glad to have saved one egg from breaking…
and glad to add another memory to a lifetime we are making.
She thanked us for helping her with her egg…and as we headed out the door
we smiled knowing it wasn’t just about an egg…
it was about so much more.
T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night,
Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright,
Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day,
Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may.
The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear,
A second turkey for Boxing Day must be prepared, sadly I fear,
The 1st wrapped in foil, the 2nd one also, a disaster was clear,
I thought that inevitably an upset was near.
My Aunt unlike my mom, expected us to arrive with a turkey,
For my aunt never bothered to have anything ready,
My brother packed the car with presents and a foiled bird,
The scene that unfolded later was hysterical, yet absurd.
We arrived in the pouring rain, the weather was murky,
Don’t forget the presents and of course the famous turkey,
My eye on it never wavered, my brother had a plan,
But told me not to tell, that day he was nobody’s fan.
The turkey took centre place on the dining room table,
My Aunt had also invited their neighbour, Aunty Mable,
The festivities begun and we each took our seats,
Carving the turkey this year was Hubby’s feat.
As he took off the foil carefully, my anxiety grew,
What transpired caused dismay somewhat undue,
For there on the table stood a raw, defrosted turkey,
Anyone for Kentucky chicken I asked in a voice rather perky.
My mom got uncontrollable giggles, my brother winked at me,
What was happening, how could this possibly be,
He ran to the car, presented us with a joy that did meet every eye,
The real MC-coy, a roasted turkey he’d hid in the trunk, oh my!
Competition Entry: The Night Before Christmas
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dated: 2024/12/07
What’s this heavy weight? If I could see it,
I would launch it from my chest.
Do I not deserve a reason for cradling such a thing?
Do my shallow breaths not catch your attention?
When my arms begin to slacken,
Could you not offer a deterrent?
Do you observe me with a biased gaze?
A wry smile at your lips, for the final heave.
Tell me why I suffer, you created me,
I can not fufill a purpose that eludes me.
How many years? Can you not give me that?
Am I to stay subjugated?
When my arms begin to crumble,
Will you ready a noose in their stead?
And when that begins to splinter and break,
Will my heart be next?
Do you think it fit to anchor it to my soul,
When all else fails?
Can I get a reaction from you?
Or do my words fall flat at your feet…
Would you strike out at them to knock the wind from me?
Is that what I just felt?
Why is my load so heavy and unyielding,
When people around me breathe so freely.
Am I to balance the weight of the world?
Joy- I understand the concept,
But is that all I paid you for?
Can I not sample it, or would you cut out my tongue
And leave only the metallic taste for me to savour?
Still… You say nothing.
Well enough of your silence, now it is I who am bored.
Watch, as I free your claim of me.
If I die, I’m blessed to be rid of all.
Can you feel the strings go taught under my grasp?
Can you feel the chaos, soon to be a promise.
No longer will I let my questions be unrewarding
I gave you faith and carried your burden,
Now have it back.
Form:
Start with a red onion and dice it all up.
Then slice up some mushrooms (no more than a cup).
Saute in some oil in a cast iron pan;
it quickly will soften in a few minutes span.
Then separate the leaves from those lovely red stalks,
and set them aside for less time on the clock.
Chopped up like celery, add the stalks to the mix,
and toss in some sea salt for a nice, subtle kick.
Then roll up the leaves like a big fat cigar;
slice it ever so thin, like the chef that you are.
Toss in the greens and a fresh lemon, juiced,
and stir on low heat till the volume’s reduced.
Voila! It is ready, a colorful treat;
low cal and delicious, red chard can’t be beat!
DIOS ES LA CURA -GOD IS THE CURE---English verse
Does any body
Have a cure
For what's going on in this here world
Does any one
Know for sure
Is there ready a God...
Cause I don't know
Yes, I wanna know
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
The cure is ourselves
It's our though process
We do, we chose to live or die
This cure is ourselves?
We chose to live or begat
The things in sin I'm a witness
If we chose wrong
If we go left
We will lose are soul
We won’t be blessed
I'm a witness
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
Hush.......my brother/sister
GOD is the Cure
and if you’re not sure
You’ve already tried your way
And if you’re not sure
It's only two ways, yours and God's way
You have chosen wrong
You need to turn it around
Turn it around
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
ALLELUIA
ARKED AND READY: A KWANZAA IMANI FOCUS
Monitoring all,
Nature made her decision;
Disaster rained down:-
The high waters rose,
Sinking life beneath the level:
Leaving hope floating:-
Like Noah, we wait;
Nature daming the waters:
Returning doves seen:-
Living our faith,
Spiritually nourished,
Let’s collectively journey
In divine wisdom’s guidance:-
Let not fear taunt us;
God’s rod and staff, protect us
From Satan’s shadows:-
God did not bring us this far,
To leave us here abandoned:-
With eyes on the prize,
Fueled by the Holy Spirit,
Let’s blast rolling rocks:
Let’s be beyond Sisyphus;
Climbing onwards with Jesus
P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR
IN THE JOURNEY
Shadows on walls, enjoyment of shapes
Rabbits, Dogs all made to enthrall
The feeling of late, drowned in sound
Time for a walk, shadow beckons
Lost the energy that once abounded
Standing enjoying birds and scenery
A giggle, from where? no one around
I looked down at the ground
My shadow standing next to me
Off I go, shadow followed
Need a rest, stopped and rested
My shadow moved onward
How can this be, I looked in amazement
my shadow turned, waving gestured
I looked around, no one to be seen
I returned the wave, sheepishly
My shadow strode on, turning occasionally
No one around, I shouted wait for me
My shadow stood still, waiting patiently
I ran to join my shadow, feeling foolish
We became one again, sigh of relief
Are we ready, a silent question?
Off we strode life is waiting.
Such an ironic plight in blinding light of day,
his appreciation, the cruel blindfold o’er eyes,
after his dark time served in dank cell of dismay,
taken out at dawn, a bright morn for his demise.
Rough restrict of ropes constrict, last embrace he’ll feel,
as he’s tied tight, upright, the execution post.
For his people, freedom from oppression he’d steal,
heartbeats, time ticks down, he thinks of those he loves most.
TICK - TOCK - TICK… he wonders if thundering heart's heard
and curses his body for betraying his fear.
A grim line set taut in the stubble of his beard,
hailed a hero, fetor of human fright fills the air.
Tick - tock - tick - trussing death pole lends his back support,
tremulous dread at life’s end - defiance steady,
as the commander begins with the last resort
and raises the rifles, brisk command of; “READY”...
Tick - tock - tears and angst co-mingle behind grimed gauze.
“You can kill this roused rebel, but there’s more the same!”
“Freedom fighters! We're willing to die for the cause!”
With rifles at the ready, a clear retort; “AIM”...
He yells “You can all go to HELL! You cannot quell”...
rebellious heart afire flaring down to the wire,
“this revolution tolls your bell for it will swell!”
TICK - quick as a whip’s lash, the booming command: “FIRE!!”
Susan Ashley
11/20/17
**execution by firing squad, in the past sometimes called fusillading (from the French fusil, rifle)**
Wear that Hat and wear it well,
If it drags you, we all can tell.
If you'll fake, real, or true
Whatever you are it will come through.
Wear that Hat and shut the church down
Make everyone turn completely around
Get ready, a real queen is coming down the aisle
You may join me, but don’t cramp my style.
You wanted Hat drama so here I come
it's always a pleasure to make the men numb
Take pictures and video fast as you can
Please remember if you keep looking
that makes you a fan
Wear that Hat with all your might.
remember you have God's glory and light.
When it’s own your head, it feels so right.
Please believe me, this is my one great delight.
Wear that Hat Queen, give them all hell
Make the pastor say oh my sister, well!!well!!well!!
Ladies, you must be the hidden flavor
In your own special sauce.
Every move you make must be Boss.
Wear that Hat and serve it for real,
Don’t forget your gloves, because they are our seal
Ladies, please remember it's only for a little while,
please Diva don't forget your smile.
You come to me in the still of the night,
I’m awakened by your presence beside,
You come and bring inspiration and light,
These you give to me and make them reside,
They come in an amiable serene flow,
Dark and murky waters become crystal clear,
My mind goes on a voyage unrestraint,
You come with shimmer and make all aglow,
I am saddled no more with gripping fear,
I am back in my form, with no constraint.
I have waited for this moment and time,
Days have gone by with nothing to inspire,
All you gladly give with no cost and dime,
I had wanted to sit back and retire,
Until you came with reassuring hope,
Your arrival heralded a new dawn,
You open the door that leads to real mirth,
I can take my journey, face all and cope,
All that perturbs and troubles me are gone,
It’s an awakening call and a rebirth.
Oh! Stay close and commune betimes with me,
Let me be forever endeared to you,
Guide me and make all obvious to see,
I will make ready a table for two,
Distraught and despondency held the reins,
Gloom held sway and pervaded the expanse,
What I sought for came in shadowed array,
Your come to me is like awaited rains,
The parched and barren rejoice, sing and dance,
The dying blossom as springtime in May.
May 27, 2022,
Person,
Form O - Ode - New Poems Poetry Contest,
Constance La France