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We respect the p$#t's
Freedom of expr%ss#$n
Our rules serve a gr#$ter p#rp&se
We build c#mm$n%ties out of nothing
All gratitude is owed to us
As such we make requirements
That we expect from our f#ll%w$rs
That they not truly expr$ss what they're f##ling
Unless it neatly fits in one of our
Categories of wh%les@me b$n#v@l$nce
Therefore we make the following recommendation
For those among us who simply must
The new "F" word shall be "Fun"
The new "S" word shall be "Shine"
The new "A" word shall be "Amaze"
The new "H" word shall be "Happy"
We thank you kindly for your attention
To our gr#$ter c@#se
And I regret not following the after thought my heart throbs.
Sometimes my imagination gets the better of me.
Watching you follow.
Watching you lead.
Turn around and recommend the next best thing.
Rather than the havoc that ensues following a river of blue ink.
I've lost my cap in it's essence.
Creating messes unseen. Still I know it's there.
I begin to drown.
Shaped into a plastic mold of where she's last stepped.
I could only hope to be healed in recommendation.
She drew me to life in her river of ink.
Filling the gaps of my imperfection with lines traced in blue.
My after thought drenched in red.
Watching you follow.
Watching you lead.
My heart has tripled in rhythm.
There isn't anything to learn here, everything is fundamentally natural.
This open willingness to self destruct.
This open willingness that generates anticipation.
Our history has been written as an open mouth kiss
Between hand and ink.
And I regret not following the after thought my heart beats any sooner.
Our courage to spill into the unknown
She asked me for the impossible.
I have never worked with her daughter.
She wanted me to write her a recommendation letter.
Her daughter has the same training I do.
However, last year she quit three school jobs in the middle of the year.
It is simply not done
And neither is writing a recommendation letter for someone you do not know.
I had only met her daughter once six years ago
After the daughter threatened to kill herself.
I told her I was sorry I could not do it.
The request stopped.
The communication stopped.
I tried to call her again.
I have apparently been blocked.
It was a one-way friendship
I felt sad for about two days.
Then I got over it.
THE WRONG HAPPINESS IS
SOMETHING AGAINST ME
IT IS DONE WITHOUT MY RECOMMENDATION
OR MY KNOWLEDGE
IT IS DONE IN SPITE OF ME
THAT THOSE WHO CONSPIRE AGAINST ME MIGHT
FIND HAPPINESS IN UNDOING WHAT I HAVE DONE.
YET TE SATAN IS SEEN AS GOD
THEY SPEAK TO HIM THAT HE MIGHT LISTEN
AND IN DOING SO HE MIGHT HEAR THEIR WORDS AS PRAYERS
AND FORMULATE A PLAN TO UNDERMINE HIM.
WHICH STUBBORNESS IS IT
FOR HIM TO FOOLISHLY
ADMIRE SOMETHING
THIS SATAN WISHES HIM NOT TO HAVE.
HOW MUCH A FOOL CAN HE BE.
YET LIKE THE ACTRESS SHE STAND TO HEAR WORDS
KNOWING SHE CAN BE SO LOVED
THAT HER PRESENCE MIGHT INSPIRE HIM
TO CHANGE HIS POSITION
THEN IS SHE FOOL FOR BELIEVING THIS
OR ARE THOSE WHO MAKE THEMSELVES AUDIENCE
FOOLS FOR ENGAGING THESE HAPPENINGS.
SHE SPEAKS HIM AS UNDESIRABLE
ALIENATED
AND UNWANTED
RISK MONITORS LOVELESSNESS,
THE EFFECTS OF BEING UNDESIRED AND UNLOVED
THIS SHE SPOKE OF HIM
TO EASILY EXPLAIN WHY SHE IS TO BE JUSTIFIED IN
USING HIM TO A MEANS TO AN END.
THOSE WHO SHALL HEAR HER SONNET
MIGHT UNDERSTAND EACH WORD
IN RHYTHM AND RHYME
TO THE BEAT OF A DRUM MIGHT
THEY MOVE WITH ME
TO DISLIKE HIM
THAT HE MIGHT DANCE
AND WE SHALL MAKE A CLOWN OF HIM
AND ALL HIS EFFECTS TO BE LOVED
SHALL BE IN VAIN
My friend Jerisha asked me to recommend a therapist.
I do not know any except me; weird? Sure, but true.
So, I told her to call her doctor, Doctor Snozz and get a recommendation.
Dr. Snozz gave her a glowing review about Ms. Litzberger.
She made an appointment.
“She sounded great on the phone!” she told me.
Jerisha was excited about going.
After the appointment I had to ask her about it,
Because she said nothing which was strange for her.
Let’s put it this way, she said. Ms. Litzberger came in carrying a dog.
I was speechless.
Jerisha’s main phobia is dogs.
Did you ask her to please put the dog somewhere else?
Jerisha nodded.
And she did?
No. She said “This is my office, and my dog. He stays.”
And you got up and left? I guessed.
There was no answer.
Later I discovered that Dr. Snozz and Mrs. Litzberger are an item.
They apparently have a dog-training school next door to where she does therapy.
Maybe this was a therapy dog? Jerisha asked me.
I had no words.
But I know one thing.
This was a pretty pathetic therapy session.
I was horrified that Jerisha was going back for a second try.
“With the same woman?”
“She’s the only one I know about,” Jerisha replied.
I suggested she let her fingers do the walking, but I knew she would not.
Afterall, she did not let her feet do the walking, did she?
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
She cannot keep a job; she has had several. Anger issues.
Cannot spell or write either, or be nice, but those are secondary problems.
Showed up at ten, was supposed to be there at 7:45; always good excuses.
Creative anyway.
Wanted them to give her a recommendation; highly angry at them for not doing it.
Called them prejudiced. They hate the Irish! She told me. Wait, their names are McCormick.
She tried to find another job from the luxury of her bed, circled lots of them in the paper.
Did not make the phone calls though; the valium she was taking for her perpetual migraines held her off.
What about the children? Her neighbors ask her. She was too ill to worry about them.
They were six, eight, ten and twelve, time for them to get jobs and take care of her. Right?
The school bought them Christmas presents, and she was furious they would not give her receipts.
Complained because they were not even getting a turkey for Thanksgiving, so her neighbor brought her one.
That damned social worker was really mad on the first when she realized the turkey had never been cooked.
She did not have a computer or anything. They should have brought her one that was cooked anyway.
That was on them. The crumby neighbor is pounding on her door again. She opens one eye.
Damned kids must have forgotten their keys. She can keep them for a while, she thinks. I am sick.
As she falls back to sleep, she wonders what will become of her, who will take care of her?
Why has this happened to her? Her uterus moves in a little hop like way, a happy baby this time.
Thank god. The other ones are always wanting something, begging for stuff, complaining.
Maybe this one will be the one who makes the difference. She pats her tummy and smiles.
Maybe she has a good one in there, this time.
Her eyes close.
A friend to her, for decades
from the innocence of children
to the adventures of teenagers
and even the stupidity of best friends
all well shared and enjoyed
to a point the gods ask why the wait
and beg for the next level.
He sees all the possibilities
to make her the care-taker of his heart.
Thinking he's the only one with eyes open
he made his confession
attached with an honest recommendation
to his amazement
she looked at him and said
"you are so nice, but like a brother to me'.
Switching to the next damsel
who's no where near cold
but soft, tender, meek and charming.
He allows her control the pace
and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo.
Feeds her with poems
and makes her drunk with happiness
with hopes going higher, reaching the moon
she looked at him and said
"sorry! I am not yet ready".
He jumped into the next wagon
having an available space for a beauty
and meets a potential 'second half'
pretty, quiet and an introvert.
Worships her right from day one
letting lose the net of affection,
half in magnitude of his efforts
will strike the tenderness of a millepede
but it got her scared as she looked at him and said
"I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry"
Watering a fresh new flower
growing in a familiar garden just close by,
makes him grow in creativity
as he engage in constant words exchange
and creating wonderful serenity around her.
Huge investments and time well spent
coupled with passionate research
in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter
sums up his passion and carefulness
in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal.
Constant updates on his outlook
and becoming the number one specimen for fashion
were not enough as she looked at him and said
"You still have no swag"
So many disappointments
made him stronger, wiser and smarter
not even a forest of wild beast
will make him turn his back
to the beauty and escapades of life.
The moment he tried to pause,
the period he wanted to take a nap;
the Queen bee passed by.
A simple hi and a conversation
led to series of memorable meetings,
having in mind, the worst is a "no"
and her welcoming countenance,
a proof to nothing yet,
he asked with no expectation in mind
then she looked at him and said
"Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"
Proud to be insane, I'm free as can be/
Proud to be insane, I'm just being me/
Proud to be insane, I play by my own rules/
Proud to be insane, I do what I want/
I'm proud to be insane, I'm super dysfunctional/
Insanity is my normal, it's super conjunctional/
I'm never stressed out because I live how I want/
Do what I want, whenever I want/
All out in public, I smack on my lunch/
I make everything dramatic, so it's a big crunch/
I pack a big crunch, so watch where you step/
Gothenburg my town, you know what I rep/
I walk with a bounce, smile from ear to ear/
I paint a picture clear and put haters in the rear/
I bought everything I got for the low dirt cheap/
From the fiend on the corner, who say he house keep/
But, I don't judge because I'm in the same boat/
I lie, cheat and steal and do it in a lab coat/
I don't care, because I'm proud to be insane/
What's insane to you is normal to me/
Schizophrenic to the Loony Tunes is what amuses me/
Silence of the Lambs is what influenced me/
I talk to myself and hold decent conversations/
I'm on a lot of medications, I need rehabilitation/
My trees need fertilization, that's a recommendation/
And this the third time this month I needed cross examination/
I walk under ladders and follow the black cat/
I keep every kind of tool with me I'm a pack rat/
I sleep in a tent in my own front yard/
I wrestle wild dogs just to practice my skills/
I write a hundred letters just to practice my wills/
Everything I do is really weird it's common sense/
But, I'm proud to be insane, so what you think is nonsense/
Once upon a time
God and his Son
Created something very beautiful
For everyone.
Jesus said, "I rejoiced
Over his habitable earth;
I was especially fond of mankind."
To my heart, they held great worth.
So when the plot was thwarted
By one of God's angelic sons,
He and Jesus mapped out a plan
That could not be overcome.
As a recommendation
Of God's own love,
Jesus would unravel sin's effects
When sent to us from above.
"Sin" is merely our condition.
We are all imperfect.
So Jehovah and Jesus operate
To remove our deep defect.
Although the ransom of Christ Jesus
Was the mightiest of cost.
"Jesus came to seek
And save what was lost."
"This saying is trustworthy
And deserving of full acceptance:
Jesus came into the world to save sinners"
And restore many to repentance.
And so we warmly welcome you
To join us if you can
To remember what Jesus did for us
On the 14th of Nisan.
(Proverbs 8:31; Romans 5:8; Luke 19:10;
1 Timothy 1:15)