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Dixon Bullinger braced himself against
another frozen blast of winter wind,
riding through the front range to Denver
where his family was a-waiting.
It was morning on Christmas Eve,
and he was a long time overdue,
but Boss McChord had paid him double
to rescue horses from being consumed.
They’d taken out a problem bear
and had a drink to celebrate,
he’d exchanged good wishes with the boys,
then had set about upon his way.
He rounded a corner in a craggy gorge,
and there he saw a stunning sight:
Santa Claus sat on an empty sleigh,
brooding sadly amidst the white.
Dix rode up, and doffed his hat,
saying,”Father Christmas! What are the odds!
May I ask why you are sitting here though,
‘tis the skies that you usually trod?”
Santa then sadly shook his head,
said,”My boy, you don’t understand.
I stopped for a rest and was robbed blind
by a gang of five masked men!
“They took my sack and with it
all the gifts for the boys and girl.
if I cannot somehow get it back,
there’ll be no presents for the world.”
Dix frowned deeply at the thought,
a coldness creeping into him.
Christmas may have been more than gifts,
but try telling that to the kids!
He said,”If you’ll ride with a fool cowpoke,
I’ll gladly help you find the fiends.
A Christmas with no gifts to give…
that’s not something this world needs.
“I have some skill at tracking, see,
from months chasing stray cows.
If you point me the way they went,
we’ll lick these bandits, and how!”
Santa nodded and pointed off
to a narrow slot canyon,
“That’s the way they all took off,
when the foul deed was done.
“If you start along tracking them,
I will follow as soon as I can.
My reindeer are bushed from today’s work,
Donner is nearly all done in.
“But once they’ve had a breather,
I’ll fly them up into the air.
If you leave a trail for me to follow,
I’ll catch up and meet you there!”
Dixon nodded and removed
his brand new, red, silk scarf.
He cut off a piece and then said,
“This here is bright as any spark.”
With that he took to the trail,
riding down that rocky cleft,
to save Christmas for the little ones
he’d undue this savage theft…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
A promise born, a life designed,
To emancipate, to break the bind.
But fate dealt blows, parents passed away,
Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray.
She sells her body, a living corpse,
A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force.
Uncertainty looms, her future unsure,
A womb evacuated, her soul obscure.
Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul,
Yearning for companionship, a heart that's whole.
"I need a child," she cries, "who'll stand by me?"
But all have fled, fearing disease's decree.
Meanwhile, he seeks to blend, to chill with the bold,
A "Jogolo" tagged, making women happy, but growing old.
He dupes and uses, but ends up used and worn,
A walking corpse, his life misled, his future torn.
Both lost, both alone, both searching for more,
Their lives a testament to the choices they've explored.
Yet, in desperation, she looks up to the skies,
Her maker stretches His hands, a rescue surprise.
I'm sitting on the curb of a corner
watching raindrops fall in a misty cloud,
separating under the glow of streetlamps
orange, like the fire at your home.
I remember the three of us,
my mum, you and I
and the card games we shared
around that crackling fire,
and that day when we two
stepped outside in the winter morn,
a frail and wrinkled hand clasped
around a smooth and fragile one,
and the two pairs of fur-lined boots
sinking footsteps deep beneath the snow
and how, when I slipped and fell inevitably
as all toddlers do,
it was your arms and embrace that came as rescue;
a saviour, haven
like an igloo in a snowstorm,
the bank's prized vault.
And when I watched your eyes close last night,
I cried and bawled helplessly
unable to be your saviour
as time whisked you away forever.
Under your pillow lay an ace of spades,
still and silent like death
but in the warmth of my hand,
bursting, with the power of a new beginning.
Written: January 12, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Colored earth
lies in fragmented bits
gold and silver
just out of reach
acid obsessions,
our souls leach.
Transience of fame
ephemerality of
human existence
provoke a
poignant admission~
of forgetfulness. . .
Endless craving
leads to fits
we desire what
lies beyond the glass
crystalline dreams
soon turn to brass.
This underscores
transient nature
of personal memory
& impact beyond lifetime
intensifying emotional weight
it declares universal truth
of inevitable fading
& human goals significance.
Out of reach
is cold glitz
gems sparkle
with deceiving light
while riches
bear to flight
Dreadful dinotherium—
a world of awe,
indented as a saw
it could hardly fail
or poorly flail
when we slid
and tumbled
Fossils emerge;
we were born to walk —
stay close; never stray~
Mining delusions
uncovers depths
into gloom,
our hopes fall
chains of rescue
remain beyond recall
Lost in searching
our wits
blind us to love
by our side,
treasures
magnified
Your voice rekindled my urge to love
To love things that flutter so close to me
That I can feel the whisper of the wind
But never do they touch my skin...
Your voice bathed me in want of ecstacy
I wanted to drench myself in adoration of foreign eyes
That will read my soul as a ravaging novel
But never do they see what I'm hiding...
Your voice hurled me towards bleeding skylines
I can never look at darkness the same
It will bring your breath into my heart
But never will we breathe the same air...
Your voice clasped my legs unknowingly
I feared the flood of lust
That will drown my body under the bridge of your mould
But never does it rescue after dawn...
Awesome Kid Grandma
It’s what my granddaughter calls me
When she writes of my deeds
She thinks I have super powers
The children at school ask me to
“Not tell the grownups”
I am young-at-heart, but they
think I am
just
young
I am an orange woman,
paisley, wearing love beads
Always open for business
Listening and learning
Waiting for you to give me a nod
Just a glimpse of what you need
For I am a rescuer, and I want to
rescue everybody
Since I was eight I have had dreams
of building a dog and cat sanctuary,
so they could all live.
I also dreamed of providing a home for mommies with babies.
Later recognizing that as a home for unwed mothers.
But at eight, that part was hidden from me.
A fiery crash upon the screen
Scenes of disarray
The confusion of the shocking sight
And faces of dismay
All around the world stood still
And slowly held its breath
Praying for the rescue mission
To minimise the death
The black cloud appeared silently
Consuming all the sky
And filled the hearts and minds of those
Reverberating nearby
The horror and the desperation
For those waiting to descend
The time elapsing swiftly
Towards the bitter end
The tragic sight of North implode
A fate so unexpected
The desolation felt by all
When South disconnected
Cries of disbelief ring out
The screams can only drown
As the damning news reports
North and South are down
Here I am in this sweltering heat
Trying to shake the dust off my feet
And the evening gets longer and
Night falls rapidly upon my shoulder
I look beyond the horizon to see
If you were standing there
But the mountain stood still
While the blazing heat climb
Slowly up the hill, I saw a shadow
Standing there with a bone arrow and a spear
And the radiant light from the sun
Penetrate it from above and sharpen its tip
You were getting ready for battle
And surveying the land with an old
Rusty weapon and truck filled with gasoline
Nothing was moving except your eyes
Circling the landscape and the birds
Standing quietly on the branches as if
They were expecting a visitor
And the heat continues to wet my body
And drain my kinetic energy
Something was about to happen
but I could not tell from where
I kept looking at you standing on the mountain
And all of a sudden the wind began to blow
and the rain cloudburst and cool down the earth
Where do I go when there is no show
Where do I go when the moon is still
Where do I go when I want to climb on top of the hill
And when the weather is fine
must I stay here and wander in despair?
I travel through the windows of my mind
Searching for one solid line that everyone could sing
But the voice could not blend
because every one had a different rhythm
I had to searched hard and long to get
You off the mountain but you seem
To like it there so destiny will
Build a house for you up there
You will have everything you need
And you will enjoy the fresh air
and the cool breeze
Climb to the top of the mountain
and hear the good tidings
It is where the mountain touch the sky
And where the rainbows lie
They are coming in droves from the other side
So climb to the top of the hill and say the last goodbye
The message is deep and someone is waiting for thee.
Climb to the top of the mountain and rescue me.
The local folk now hear a plane,
quite low and circling round.
In thickening fog and driving rain,
can it not see the ground?
It surely has wandered off course.
For where was this plane bound?
Maybe landmarks it’s looking for
but hidden in the grey.
Then engine roar suddenly heard.
Now seems it’s on its way
and is returning to true course.
But then with some dismay
there comes an ominous silence,
followed by amber glow
up there on a nearby hilltop.
It is then that folk know
the reason for sudden silence.
No further will it go.
Some locals go to the rescue,
heading for amber light,
expecting carnage all around
from people on the flight.
With speed they must find the remains
for soon it will be night.
Then searching through the burning wreck
they find the crew alive.
The plane’s structure is torn apart
but all on board survive.
Seems it had flown into thick fog
with just a crew of five.
On the top of a Pennine hill
there crashed a bomber plane.
Lost in the mist it had no chance
in this hilly terrain.
The plane had left permitted course
and the crew were to blame.
(USAAF Boeing B17G, crashed
in Pennines in 1945. All five crew
survived. Bomber Plane, Barbara Jane.)
ADOPT AND RESCUE A CAT OR DOG
Adopt and rescue a cat or dog today
Don't wait for another day
Every cat and dog needs a forever home
So they can have a place to roam
All dogs and cats need love and security
And all dog and cat owners need that to be a priority
Some dogs and cats will never get a second chance
Adopting or rescuing a dog or cat will have a great impact
Maybe you will see that certain dog or cat today
And in your heart, you will want to whisk them right away
You can make a dog or cat their life the best
And you will know in your heart that you were blessed
Remember if you are looking for a rescue pet
Please stop by a shelter and that would always be your sure bet
Remember give those dogs and cats a life
And in the end, they will give you an unforgettable life of love
Anthony Speranza