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stars in the sky in late fall blind me to happiness
that prewinter feeling consumes me and i reminisce till rehabilitated
i forget about everything and think about periods that simple sentences forgot
i then remember that God has answered more of my prayers than He didn't,
and thankfulness occurs as a direct result
i break out the dreamsicle melodies in my mind and stuff my problems and my troubles somewhere where a toybox was designed
images of rare southern white winters make my flesh tingle and uplifts my personal yearnings
alas! i am ready for the HolyDay Season
welcome, dear moon, please proceed to illuminate the missing pieces
solve once again the mystery of the puzzled puzzles and reveal the actual intended discovery
peace on earth is a crescent roll away for me
some may choose to continually disagree
however and nevertheless it is God's Vision i do see
melted butter pride is the way of my New Walk, and it leaves me feeling mighty free....
Alice
I got my draft notice in 1971
Nam was winding down
I didn’t wanna go.
So, I started hummin a song,
just a few bars mind you
about Alice, you remember
Alice. This is a song about Alice
and the war of course.
I thought I would have to report
Then I remembered my special crime
I committed in Stockbridge, Mass.
Garbage, that was the ticket.
My friend and I had put our garbage
In a pile with other garbage
Sad part was we left an envelope with
my name on it. Officer Obie tracked me down
that clever scoundrel. We thought we would be
charged with a misdemeanor. Oh no, we were
charged with a minor felony and fined $250 and
Had to pick up that garbage.
I had to still report to the draft board.
I walked in and this fast talkin’ sergeant
Has me fill out all kinda forms.
Then, the last question was
Have you been rehabilitated?
I was perplexed. How could they
ask me to kill women and children
and wonder if I was remorseful of
my special crime of littering.
I told the sergeant so
and he told me we don’t like your kind
and to get out.
Went back to Stockbridge, Mass and
Had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner
with Alice-you remember Alice.
It has been twenty years. I need
to get back to Stockbridge and
see if Alice still has her restaurant.
It takes a while,
time gets trapped behind closed doors,
mice need to be nudged into awareness,
whiskers electrified.
A sleeper adjusts its mouth,
for often lips arrive
behind a scream.
The brain is now ready for its screenshot.
The body stretches to a window,
neuronal mice
pull upon somatic ligaments,
yank upon slabs of connective tissue,
slowly reshaping a new reality.
Unfortunately,
you are not exactly transferable,
you can’t get on the same hamster wheel.
A new you must be rehabilitated,
the world also must be trained
to accommodate this au currant -
this avant garde prototype
of an old guy.
Christian, a lion, was purchased when he was just a baby.
Ace and John, Christian's owners, were also Christian's family.
All three of them for years lived in the big city,
until Christian reached that size and age,
that prevented Christian from being housed in any area or cage,
and so Ace and John decided unequivocally,
that Christian could use a little wildlife rehabilitation therapy,
and so Christian was shipped off to Africa to learn to live wild and free.
After about a year of Christian living in the wild freely,
Ace and John missed Christian terribly,
and decided to pay Christian a surprise visit unexpectedly.
"He probably won't remember either of you," George Adamson said,
a Kenyan conservationist who helped Christian get rehabilitated,
but one could only imagine Mr Adamson's surprise,
when he witnessed the reunion of Ace, John and Christian with his own eyes.
That reunion in itself is nothing short of becoming a legend,
It reminds us all that there aren't any bounds that love can't transcend .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sju3kSTAzdI
“It’s a very beautiful bird. It can never be ugly!
It’s the most beautiful bird in the world!”
- Quote by Purnima Devi Barman,
Wildlife biologist who saved
Greater Adjutant stork species
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Greater Adjutant stork
Uncomely looks
Despised by all
For being ugly
No other fault
No graceful gait
No melody
Awkward height
Impolite eater
Unsettled gaze
A woman fell in love
Raised an all woman
Hargila army to save
To educate, made those
Who despised love the bird
Rescued,
Rehabilitated
Cared,
Now the storks
Live in peace
Love can change
Love can conquer
Love is best when
Under pressure, so
Says the saved storks
An endangered bird
Brought back to live
Just because one
Woman saw beauty
In this incongruous bird
I look at you and shudder to recall
How I might have been once so like you
Shamelessly desperate for attention
Gambling on love at every chance
Sometimes foolishly betting the farm
Anything just to make me feel alive
That all consuming quest ablaze
Focused entirely on the prize
Everything else falling by the side
Days thankfully long gone and forgotten
To think back absolutely exhausts me
I see your obvious pain but cannot understand
Fail to imagine how it might have been me
Seems now I’ve been happy forever or longer
Conveniently having blanked out life before now
I’m carefree in love and content
Of all those lessons learnt in the past
Really see no need to agitate murky those waters
AP: 3rd place 2020
the park is abandoned
my heart is abandoned
our fresh start is abandoned
i take an honest picture of myself
i never treated you the best
i never treated myself the best
everyday i failed the test
i admit that i do not deserve her
she found herself a man and left this uneducated boy behind
i am proud of her and i congratulate her for she is in a better place
i made her life hell by being to into myself and not supporting her at all
i made her life hell by my denial of my narcissism and my lack of attentiveness to her
when i see her so full of happiness and so full of love, i feel nothing but proud and nothing but happy for her
i also feel personal growth because and am learning to learn and evolving to evolve
one day i will get it right
one day i will win the fight
one day my rehabilitated heart will correctly take flight
until then, happy valentines day to my broken heart
this one would have been our tenth year together
i guess i will celebrate with the air of the memories
for like mister in that purple movie, that is all i have to lean on now