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I knew I heard that sound before,
but this time Death was knocking on my front door
Three loud taps woke me from my sleep
My time was over, for there was a contract I had to keep
I sat up quietly and didn’t stir
Hoping he would leave thinking I wasn’t there
He knocked once more with all his might
I looked at the clock, it was half past midnight
“I know you're in there”, Death continued to pound,
he peeped in my window, but I didn’t make a sound
Then I beseeched him for just one more day
To let my loved ones, know that I was going away.
Death scoffed and refused my request
He was on a tight schedule and there wasn’t much time left
Lacking sympathy for he heard it all before.
So, I disregarded his rebuff and fled through the back door
I jumped in my car and made a quick dash
My decision was hasty, risky and brash
Death tried to follow but much to his ire,
quickly relieving I had flattened his rear tire.
I heard Death threats stating “there wasn’t much time to spare “
Determined to catch me he frantically called a Ride share
First, I drove to the home of my old best friend
Regretfully telling her I would never see her again
I wept with my sister and then held tightly to my son
And whispered softly that my time on earth was done
I cried to the universe, imploring I had one more stop to make
Before the remainder of my life, death would take.
But Death wasn’t giving up easily and was close on my heels
As I heard the shrieking of the Uber’s drivers front wheels
Angry and upset his screams resounded through the air
the clock was ticking as the frightened driver recognized his fare
I sped down the highway out running my demise
Only to see the pain in my lover’s sad eyes.
Eventually Death caught up to me and impatiently let me know
My time was over do, expired several hours ago.
I wasn’t ready to cross over I had so much more to do
But Death assured me this was final, my life was definitely through
“Face the fact your epoch has reached its end
there are no more excuses, there will be no more time to lend”.
So, I prayed to God for forgiveness and asked for heavens charms
while Death engulfed me, gravely wrapping me up in his dark arms.
I thought about you today as I so often do.
I felt the sad familiar feelings
that will not go away.
You came to mind in a flash of memory
While I was doing something else.
I never seek these thoughts.
They seem a painful waste of time.
How can a memory of broken trust comfort a wounded mind?
Wise counsel claims that friends come and go
Like seasons of our lives.
And we must learn to ebb the flow.
Joyously we chased the tide
of communion in Spring.
Embracing the warming Summer sun
as we gathered the flowers of trust.
Life felt so safe together.
As we shared our allotted time.
A fleeting moment of hidden grace.
Then came the growing chill of Autumn
Catching us unprepared.
When sharing overwhelmed the trust we shared.
The turmoil came to wrest the very fabric of our commitment
From our weakening, vulnerable souls.
Worldly wisdom saves the day
How plein d'ostentation. -1
Telling us to grieve not companion’s loss.
If faithful friends come into our lives
for only a season,
It cannot be for a nebulous reason.
As each friend punctuates and seals the memories of our lives.
Every remembrance of moments shared
Must have had Godly intent.
The memory is deep inside me now,
Regretfully unfinished and abandoned.
God never wastes our training, our time, or our talent.
His wisdom is eternally purposefully present.
Teaching repentance and recompense.
Should we not reclaim this “auld-lang-syne?” - 2
In the bitter museum the past is on parade
in postures of reproach. Vast corridors
display a thousand ways of being ashamed
and illustrate the progress of despair.
Behind their glass, the mannequins of once
exhibit all the wealth of worlds now gone,
and frozen in their accusatory dance
the avatars of loss are labelled Done.
In the bitter museum extinguished dynasties
of hope set forth their monuments, inscribed
in that dead language, laughter. Vanished breeds
of joy are shown, regretfully alive.
The relics seem so real they almost leer.
In the bitter museum the dust is streaked with tears.
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It's in you
Have you ever searched
I mean, put in some hard work
To fulfill your purpose
Come on, you deserve it
Have you ever sat still
And let God reveal
What he really wants you to do
Have you sat down
And listened
Did you pay attention
To the path
Did you walk down it correctly
Or did you detour regretfully
You can do
Yes, you can
It's in you
I hope you understand
It's in you
Yes, it is
Pull it out
And see what it gives
(Repeat 1x)
You can be on the right track
Someone will point out your wrong
You have to remember you are strong
People will throw shade and try to throw darts
God will protect you
He knows your heart
He will help you
Always
He just wants you to put him first
Do what he says
He doesn't play about his children
He wants what's best
Through all you've been through
He doesn't love you any less
We all have problems
Give them to him with
He will solve them
I said it before
I'll say it again
This is our season
Time to win
It's in you
Yes, it is
Pull it out
And see what it gives
(Repeat 1x)
Hook
It's in you
Not on
You never have to do it alone
(Repeat 1x)
It's in you
Yes it is
Pull it out
And see what it gives
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
07/20/2025
I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn
I fell apart like dessert moon;
The scent that once perfumed my reign
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the woods.
All my husks fell to the soil
each petal dried right where it stood
No gardener's hand of hue embroiled
that filament that quivered slow
like dying embers of nights glow
Shambled, windblown as the wind
beneath the last of summer's ray
regretfully I did rescind
As summer lost her fired splay
I wandered,
Lost and alone like a rose,
until the end of summer froze.
Bumblebee Babineaux, the younger daughter, has just reached the age when self-confidence makes the most sense. Bumblebee is generally a pleasant, well-mannered girl, with a smile like freshwater pearls, and sparkling emeralds for eyes. However, being a middle child has its disadvantages, to her way of thinking. She is often righteously intolerant of her precocious younger brother, Gnat, who takes every advantage when left unsupervised to rummage through Bumblebee’s dresser drawers, curiously examining all her girly-girl things. Bumblebee is very protective of her girly-girl things, especially her large collection of jazz musician stickers. But more regretfully, she is envious of her beautiful and talented older sister, Labyrinthia, who is currently in Baton Rouge studying to become a yoga instructor. Bumblebee harbors an incipient resentment toward her older sister that will have dire implications in the story about to unfold.
I watched kitty inch closer to the fish
For you see she jumped upon a desktop
First a stool, then to a chair and then swish
My curious one had no bounds to stop
Back and forth she tiptoed around the bowl
Front to side she shadowed the five Lil golds
I couldn't see kitty being a troll
Yet it's her nature to see what unfolds
I gave her a little more rope to play
After all she outgrew her mouse and ball
From trust she looked to see if it's okay
My eyes regretfully did say it all
Go, go and explore but please don't you touch
Let those little fishes swim swim in joy
Can Lil kitty please show restraint and such
Yet kitty did find a way to be coy
She waited for me to let my guard sway
She dove into the bowl and caught her fish
To my kitty it was only cats play
Now a puppy instead would be my wish
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i'm writing this to explain to you my feelings
please bear with me, this won't be easy
of course i thought of seeing you first
every hour of everyday that meeting i rehearse
and through clandestine verse
i reveal that which you have mared
our minds with memories that we can not forget
our souls with a curse that will not lift
our Body defiled from evils touch
My devotion destroyed by my willingness to trust
deep inside me a demon lives
a demon who regretfully will not forgive
i find it very hard to find the will to live
so i beg God to let me live
Gods answer is that i learn to forgive
Lord, forgive Them for they know not what they do
I am an afterthought,
Unnecessary to the plot.
A seed so frail,
Poured out an empty pail.
Like a weed I grow,
My roots running shallow.
Look in envy,
At these walls so empty.
Just something to bring a smile,
But only last a while,
Then go away,
Before you stray,
Into that unconvincing truth,
Away from youth.
A mirror knows,
Not what it shows,
But wonders all the same.
Could it be,
That what I see,
Is still unknown,
Not imagination overblown.
I look into myself,
And see an empty shelf,
Of empty frames;
Dreams I cannot claim.
I cannot fill,
But cannot be still.
Against myself I rage,
With every single empty page.
A template incomplete,
Still supposed to compete,
Against their highs and lows,
And heaven only knows,
The dream I cannot claim.
The rules may not apply,
But not because I’m sly.
I did not come to play,
Yet here I have to stay.
You tell me its unfair,
But politely lend a chair,
For me to sit and wait,
Careful not to complain.
Yes, regretfully stare,
At your lended chair,
Shake your head,
At this undeveloped head.
Call me a martyr,
I’m not trying harder.
Call me a tyrant,
My screams are silent,
For I have suffered nothing.
I sometimes try but obviously am
bound to more often than not fail
To hide behind my cocoon spun
silken webb of lie's
For fear of otherwise being exposed
that I doth not possess any or little
or no intrigue or mystery at all
Besides what you see cowering
dastardly in front of you here before
you now
So mistakenly I take a bow forgetting
rather I should have been curtseying
instead
But regretfully for me my head over
rules my heart
When like baby I feel trapped and
am unable to react and am forced
into a corner
As fear has stolen from me my
confidence and silenced my voice
so I dare not wish speak out
As I am so frozen statuesque dumbstruck
to the point I can not even in or through
the graceful ambient language of sign
Have the ability nor emotional depth
to display the sense of inner turmoil
pulsating through my veins down to
my core
And the reason why what not only
I but the world sees now in I is
Someone suffering from a terminal case
of Imposter Syndrome