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She’s no longer here…but I like to keep her near
because that’s what children do
So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme
I like to relive a memory…or two
Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day
to be patient, kind-hearted…nice
How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving
How she lived a life of love and sacrifice.
Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook
How she was not afraid to weep
how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake
and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep?
How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance
If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it.
How when I’d berate her…or told her how I hate her
She knew deep in her heart…I didn’t mean it
How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed
yet, somehow, she was never out of style
And what about those nights…when I’d wake up in a fright
how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile.
She treated my friends old or new like they were family too
She seemed to make the whole world bright
And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad
She brought color to my world of black and white.
How her impact never died…she continues today to guide
my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it.
I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her
but in my heart and soul…I’m pretty sure she knew it.
Despite the fact she’s gone…I could go on and on
and I will when I am by myself…alone
But I’m sure each one of you have your remembrances too
so I’ll leave room now…for memories of your own:
Inadequacy inevitably impairs my marvelous mindset
I pray, wish and hope for God’s word with no regret
I am in need of His abundant grace in my sorrowful mind
Turn my grief into relief and gladness that won’t leave me behind
I want confidence,
Not this impure arrogance as huge as an elephant, yet I’m just this puny, little ant
I want happiness
I’m forever humbled to be Your servant
An abundance of grace
Helps me to keep pace
With those who run the Race
Embrace me with Your spirit of glory
Face to face, we trace elegant reverie
Place me upon His Holy right hand
Just in case I forget, help me understand
An abundance of grace is from the Father of Truth and adoration
An abundance of disgrace will no longer move me…give me true Elation
The armor of love is my defense
My foolishness has become dense
But, I’m giving it up to wisdom to be perfectly numb of the abominations I’ve done
I’m giving it up for God’s gracious Kingdom to come, so I can welcome the sun
I’m too afraid to say a hello to strangers that pass me by happily
It angers my heart and for my kindness’ sake, it injures me truly
But, I have faith and joy that I’m going to be one day so happy in this lifetime…contentment — I have reimbursed
Give it some time…sometimes, all it takes is a risk of flicking a dime twice to get heads first…rejoicement rehearsed
The sun was newly risen above the Earth
his heated smile warmed amber desert sands.
The grand landscape resembled barren lands
as sepia grains were slathered by rippling waves
That's what I would see through blurred vision,
the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage
The Sea of Dunes was tinted in maple honey tones
but bore no trace of boat, of oar, nor whale bones
It held no aqua fathoms of unmeasurable depth
and its ripples were not waves washing to the shore
Not one leviathan leapt at me from pages of lore
No lush oasis to be found in illusion before my eyes,
nor cool stream to quench my weary traveler's thirst
These Eastern dunes held no date palms for a feast
nor shade from which my life could be reimbursed
or gulls seeking herring, for I heard no hungry cries
Here, the moon did not control the ebb and flow
No tides except those guided by Mariah's breath
Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning,
and scorpions do not fear drowning in an undertow
No sailor's widow need weep in weeds of mourning
In vast hummocks of golden glimmering sand
would I find myself living sorrowfully chagrinned
Lost and confused while the sun burned my skin
Circling the shores of this scorched desert sea
Parched, 'til death chooses to steal life from me
The Electoral College
By Franklin Price
9/17/2017
The Electoral College is outdated they say
Should never have been, and is not for today
They say that the people are not having their way
That the College votes wrong, for the right kind of pay
Do those people who say that, understand why it's there?
Do they know what would happen, or do they even care?
Is the majority vote, always something that's fair?
Keep your mind open, as you read this, I dare.
We are a republic, not a democracy
Government is by the people in this land of the free
But there are fifty states, in this country you see
All have an interest, not only just three
Each state independent and each has its rights
If you think that's not true, think of Civil War fights
The people, of all states, must each have a say
If the College was gone that would not be the way.
The Federal based government does not give a damn
About ones in Alaska, might as well be Siam
Not enough people to get their flim flam
Or add to their power and get them more ham
We're in need of less power in that Washington place
Each state should have rights, and their spot in the race
Isn't it time for less egg on our face?
To govern this country with style and with grace
To do away with the College would make matters worse
Larger states would have deeper hands in our purse
More budget to them would cause small states to curse
Already pay taxes that are not reimbursed
You can see less have more in this land of the rich
They need not pay taxes, trickle down is their pitch
Taxes come from the middle and there life's a *****
If the college was gone, it would add to the glitch
The College should stay, if we really care
For each of the states and the residents there
If we really are interested and want to be fair
Make the Feds less controlling of the laws in their lair
The sun was newly risen above the Earth
His golden smile warmed amber desert sands
The grand landscape resembled barren lands
as sepia grains were slathered in rippling waves
That's what I saw through blurred vision
the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage
This sea of sand was the color of maple honey
but bore no trace of footprints, boat nor oar
It held no countable fathoms of unknown depth
to serve sailors as their watery graves
Its swells were not waves washing to the shore
nor slithering sea snakes, worse by far
No lush oasis to be found as an illusion to my eyes,
nor cool stream to quench a weary traveler's thirst
This Eastern dune held no date palms for a feast
nor shade from which life could be reimbursed
Here, the moon does not control ebb and flow
There are no tides except for those guided by Mariah
Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning
and scorpions have no fear of drowning in undertow
In the vast hummocks of gold glimmering sand
I found myself living life sorrowfully chagrinned
lost and confused while the sun blistered my skin
I circled the shores of this scorched desert sea
until parched, death took its final payment from me
The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.
While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017
~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015
My eyes have not grown too weak or dim
to ignore what they've long been seeing
pretenders who wear a mask of disguise
like a skier who's not proficient at skiing
Everyone who labels him/herself a 'poet'
thinks he's composed brilliant words, versed
but lacks ability, and some of us know it,
and receives high praise; payback reimbursed
Is it because some seek insincere empty words
to gain a like response as a misbegotten debt?
Could it be they want undeserved admiration
for posting things a serious poet would regret?
And what of time consuming contest entries
that tower in skilled verse above most of the rest,
only to see everyone received a first place finish
when theirs is ignored but clearly one of the best.
IT'S A SLAP IN THE FACE!!!
Let's not overlook when the final results are in
those who give nods to each other as number one
It's obvious they don't always deserve the win.
Doesn't that spoil both the challenge and the fun?
Go ahead and point out that I shouldn't complain
because I stopped entering contests months ago
and seldom post on a site where some would reign.
but I discover things that make me say, "WHOA!"
Not so many fake names appear by a cheating judge
and I thank all of those who plowed that farrow
There are times when we all need a bit of a nudge
to make sure the path we walk is straight and narrow
Now I've learned that the advertisement displays
are prohibiting Connie Wong from enjoying her part
in reading and commenting in her loveliest of ways.
Connie is a talented poet, with a pure, loving heart.
My premium membership is up at the end of May
by now you've gathered that I'll not be renewing
but I'll still occasionally post on any given day.
Thank you for reading what has long been brewing
Comments are welcome if you would like to share
your thoughts, agreeable and even if they're not
We all have opinions; a community should care
about problems...unless you just don't give a squat
and if that's the case, I totally understand that, too
In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs the action within observed,
Then swerves I'm pitching curves a gentleman well reserved,
I'm classic because I practice my passion bring satisfaction,
Imagine the acrobatics of circumstances enacted,
On paper with just a pen meditate then begin,
Fusing my thoughts within with music inhaling scents,
Of candle lit cinnamon my ritual so intimate,
With cleverness I invent miraculous I'm convinced,
My poetry heaven-sent please pardon my arrogance,
Cause I was afraid to win but mentally made amends,
To never be scared again and grow from the commentary,
Some cats will always hate a lesson from Tom and Jerry,
My poetry animated a visualized brand I made it,
Never contaminated passing examinations,
With all honor and glory unto the Lord that's before me,
And all poets with stories I pray you make it cause surely,
It's hard to write a verse that quenches the people's thirst,
Hoping your equals nurse the love you reimbursed,
From being a fan first to writing your best-worse,
Creation is adverse with patience the craft works,
So please acknowledge this in the presence of politics,
Engaging your common sense to a poet this dominant,
With word play in rhythm observe Hey I'm winning!,
Concur they beginning to merge grace within him.
Thanks.
Satan had a daughter, her name was Indiana
Came a time Satan could not understand her
What my young lass what does ails with thee
That none of your pains come in less of three
You moan in the morning, noon, and as night
Turning your own father’s hair in fright white
Hell had seen nothing like, and was in disarray
For this lawless child, left all of them in dismay
Meetings were held to see what could be done
And who walks in, none other than Satan’s son
Satan says Jesus where on earth have you been
Who replied just to Jerusalem to cause a scene
Satan wails, something needs sorting with Indy
Things round here are just a little bit too windy
She's a total nemesis to me, who's after my job
A pain in the butt, a through, and through, sod
Jesus thinks for a moment, he makes a decision
Send her to earth; it has a need for more vision
Wings packed; a one way ticket, Indy was gone
Heaven help us son says Satan, if you’re wrong
There was to be peace in Hell never liken before
Whilst back on earth all were geared up, forlorn
Folks gathered in churches and, prayed like Hell
This Demon child that they just wanted to expel
Satan and his brother God, nowhere to be seen
Jesus he relaxed, with all of this being foreseen
Earth is not happy, they want to be reimbursed
As to Indiana, there couldn’t be anything worse
O yeah, Satan had a daughter
O yeah, O yeah
O yeah . . .
The Giver's Heart
Give
and take
in love must
be dispersed so
givers' hearts do not
endure lean hours without
their need of love reimbursed.
Those who take must never reach a
shameful stage of one-way, selfish traits.
Sublime, when give and take are equal weights.
Sometimes this does not balance out because
givers give beyond the gifts they bear,
to feed on crumbs, for without doubt,
hungry takers take more than
their givers' offered share—
tip the scales with gain.
Then givers, weak
and thin, smile
thru their
pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Unrequited Love
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 11/30/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Lessons Learnt In Life
Lesson #4: The heart will always make you look like a fool
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/08/2015