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Shortwave Memories
When are you asked to recall a situation?
Where we disagreed, your memory, pivot.
Toward short-wave frequencies.
Followed by an intense static and total
recall. Then your response becomes a
necessary escape mode.
We both agree: a little sweetness
tastes bitter: a catch and release, when it
Requires your responsibilities.
Wake up! Face up, and just give it up.
You can’t save her.
The moment we agree, your brain shakes
The memories are gone.
Leaving a blank slate?
Why even bother? They say
Then you say, “It doesn’t matter.”
Because your mind is over the matter.
Seems you’re stuck in amnesia or forgetfulness.
Open your eyes.
So where are we then?
In rewinding memories?
Our never-ending story?
According to your heart, a one-way door!
Memories go in, but nothing comes out.
Then who’s being gaslighted?
Your memories are like a tide that washes away.
Our past agreements.
Do you remember? Now, icy silence in exhume;
covers the room.
Focus is attempting to resume.
This conversation, at best, often digresses.
Because you came with an empty suitcase.
And we’re reading from two different books,
a history book of facts.
And you’re a fiction novel, of rewritten plots
To make you the hero, you forgot.
I’m right, but you remember saying I was wrong.
Words sent over the airwaves with urgency.
You tune in for laughter, but turn to static when
I mentioned the deal?
Your mind becomes a vault where our agreements
go to disappear.
I’m shouting in high fidelity.
You are listening on a broken frequency.
Your long memory of my faults, on a short
wave for your own.
Been at the Uber game since 2019.
Got in the booming gig work scene.
Needed a part time job outside retail.
Something allowing me to write my tale.
Giving me the chance to pick my hours.
And walk away if the situation sours.
At first there were hardly any jobs.
Doordash passed me all the lobs.
They were quick absorbing restaurants.
Feeding new needs of the eaters wants.
They grew while Uber was preoccupied.
Rideshare was #1 with delivery on the side.
When COVID hit it changed the game.
Restaurants could not remain the same.
Delivery was how they would stay afloat.
The industry hurt, it’d be a lie to sugarcoat.
So while working 9 to 5, it was my cushion.
After hours I could keep my grind pushin.
When I lost a job I kept on earning dough.
Even though on my resume it won’t show.
But I chose my jobs based on what they pay.
Customers and restaurants like what I say.
Being efficient with the tasks and routes.
To limit the delays and Karen’s pouts.
Whether its a handoff or meet at door.
I never really know what’s in store.
Usually it’s smooth business and all’s good.
But things don’t always go as they should.
Items can be left out and overlooked.
The order can alter how it was booked.
Food can easily be under or over cooked.
Spills happen when items get overshooked.
But if you crack a joke or mediate.
The stress will usually dissipate.
Customers appreciate the golden rule.
So I keep their ice cream very cool.
Gotta ask for parm when they get pizza.
I need it for mine, don’t know about cha.
Gotta keep the hot food toasty in bags.
Love when orders come with printed tags.
Screenshot when funny takes place.
To share with others puts laughs on face.
The stuff that happens seems unreal.
But humor helps with tips, ya feel?
Gotta be choosy deciding which jobs to take.
To optimize how much cash I can make.
Typically I can work a solid 11 hour day.
Averaging out a respectable hourly pay.
Racking over a hundred miles in a shift.
Sadly expecting an eventual lease rift.
To offset the miles, the IRS reimburses.
At 55 cents a mile, noted in these verses.
Ariston of Argo
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Appease the peoples. Stand on those merits then such astound folk from all genres and all walks of existence.Appease the people, a man's pride is his reputation. The resume is earned in such dignity. A traveling men is a stranger to strangers what familiar to him is the work he has earned to do. Then what is done yeilds the means to his prosperity. This she calms the shores to the oceans, might storms batter and bruise; the storm over the prettiness of tomorrow. Applaud the audience. Intro's to the contest. Stands the combatants. Wrest ye oh wrest ye , the engagement.Challenger to challenger. Champion to champion.Man to man! Applaud the performance, but he who wrest best and endures, is he who wins. The other one is complicated by defeat. Memories oh memories might I remember the win, and brag like I never had, appease the people!
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Views of this and it's content
Is shared by both combatants.
Whenever I am reorganizing and freeing up space in the garage, it's always just a matter of time before she'll come calling.
Or I'm on the computer writing or catching up on the news, it never fails that an urgent honey do was just about due.
She's been visiting relatives for the last two weeks. She's got two more weeks before she returns home to me.
More than expected, I felt her absence the very first week. Several times I have caught myself waiting to be interrupted.
Often I've had to readjust or reprogram my mind; "Home alone". I say to myself, "Oh wow, she's not here", and resume my activity.
In 45 years of marriage, we have never been separated this long. Realistically, for the first time, I am missing her in a whole new way.
In 45 years, I've never missed her this long, this much, this way. I'm niether bored nor lonely, because I always have plenty to do.
I have been gathering and eatting more tomatoes since she's been gone.
I suspect I'll be eatting crowder peas and zucchini before she gets home.
I wish she could have seen me gathering peaches and nectarines today.
I can't deny; I've eatten more ice cream than I should; but I'm not all bad.
Why, a couple of days ago, I made a very tasty peach/nectarine smoothie. I must confess; I just have to say; I kid you not; and believe me when I say.
I will welcome her return and not be sad when things return to normal. But I'm 'tickled pink' that since she's been gone, the phone hardly rings anymore!!
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Amaryllis is called naked lady
Bloodroots’ leaves bright not shady
Calla Lilly shows face as a bowl
Dog's mercury sounds no howl
Eastern red bud grows in valley
Freesia's known for fragrance rally
Ghost flower belongs to figwort group
Heathers hang on stem bodily makes loop
Impatiens sway with beaming eye
Jasmine's color captivates no one can deny
Kangaroo paw dances with smile
Lily of the Nile poses with style
Marigold is unmarried has no groom
Narcissus has Greek mythology abloom
Orchids' in high Valley charmingly bloom
Protea's cures diarrhea health does resume
Queen of the night vanilla cactus's dander but beauty
Ranunculus's with multi layered petals not fruity
Spiraea meadow sweet's a shrub smells
Tiger Lilly wears nice tiger's dress like bells
Umbrella's top shed has of Cosmos yellow
Viburnums are together clustered fellow
White Rock Rose's soft no rocky sight
Xanthorrhoea is of Australia's bright
Yellow Anemona's beauty butter cup size
Zinnia means offers of goodness prizes
Written on: 20th April 2016
Spring Abecadarian Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
CIRCA 1954
I'm sitting in a railway carriage
this old steam train, it's almost set to go
It won't be long before
we're rockin' to and fro
There's passengers all hanging out the windows
to wish family a fond goodbye
There's porters on the platform pushing trolleys full of luggage
every now and then they're briskly walking by
Now we're finally moving
this train is rolling down the track
It will be a week or two
before I'll be coming back
clickety clack clickety clack clckety clack
Gotta shut the window this ole steam train is
puffing lots of smoke
there's really not much option
'cause there's a chance that I might choke
clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack
There's a pang or two of hunger, wander down the passage
to the diner get a bite to eat
Then i wander back to my carriage
to resume my comfy seat
clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack
I look around. there's large black and white photos
that adorn the carriage wall
There's talk and laughter amongst these happy travellers
no mobile phone distraction from an international call
clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack
Five hours passed we arrive at our city destination
I'm fascinated by all this flashing city light
But most important there is Grandma
we hug each other with delight
Is it over, is it really now over,
Are we just dreaming or simply misled,
Can we resume the rest of our lives
Outside these four walls and the shade of our bed.
Can we now fill our lungs with fresh air
Breathing no longer through layers of cloth,
Or must we endure that little while longer
Protected indoors, cocooned like a moth.
Exhausted from watching show after show,
Tidying closets, climbing the walls,
Snacking in boredom, growing in girth,
Constantly texting, washing our smalls.
Hair growing longer, nails more like claws,
Roots ever greyer, solutions too few,
Pampered and spoiled, lost in a haze
Reliant on others, but whoever knew.
So tell us it's over, we pray and beseech,
Bring back the life we knew and adore,
Life's little pleasures all gone in a flash,
Staying cooped up is now such a chore.
By the turquoise waters edge
camping in the somnolent
breeze I sit writing on the
shore; trees whispering...
A rustling of leaves and I
look up to view, tiny fawn;
soon Mama comes into view;
eyes meeting mine, stalled...
She sees no weapon, only
me, my journal and a pen
carefully watches, standing
there and I don’t move.
A nose-nudge to her offspring
and both leap back into the
trees; I resume my writing...
finish, turn to see...
Mama behind me, just watching;
in my mind I hear a voice...
face says, “I know you won’t harm
us, I like you too”.
For no just cause, my quiet nature has been wrongly interpreted in
all sectors of life. As early as elementary school, teachers, kids
and peers mocked at my painful shyness, chipping away at my soul.
As a shy personality, it is often perceived as something deficient
and as a sign of weakness. The opposite is true as we take our time
to better assess situations.
Another erroneous belief about the quiet and reserved is that they
lack self-esteem and self-confidence but facts show as introverts we
are highly sensitive, bright and gifted people.
Discrimination against the meek and humble can lead to prejudice
causing work reviews to have an unsupported result of negative
feedback based on personality rather than work.
Though my resume and reference letters, details extensive
experience as a legal secretary and an asset to any law firm,
personnel thought I got the job for appearance rather than skill set.
In one firm, I was fired because my superior said she didn’t like my
personality. I quietly said, “I don’t speak so how could you know me?”
She irately replied: “I don’t like your mannerisms.”
In actuality, my quiet demeanor and exterior unjustly
characterized me. As all these outward inferences never let
anyone know the slightest bit about me.
Today, I have just cause to be wary of other people’s perverse
ideas and ill-conceived standards. As they continue to hold
me in unqualified contempt.
Because of this discrimination for so many decades due to my
gentleness and humbleness, it is my contention that society
has handed me down a life sentence of injustice and bias.
Although, I remain imprisoned by opinions of hypocrites,
I trust that God will show His merciful exoneration towards
me as I’ve shown mercy to all who persecuted me.
Thus, I remain a hopeless victim, from those who sought to
harm me for No Just Cause!
The flame that once burned in that mortal shell
through life and love that sparked many emotions
It was now gone forever, its fire quelled
It had burned through many storms upon life's ocean
In tears and laughter, it would continue to burn
Through life and love that sparked many emotions
When the flame dimmed and flickered, it caused some concern
would it blaze back and resume its dance?
In tears and laughter it would continue to burn
Time had stolen much of its radiance
The time of its end had finally come
would it blaze back and resume its dance?
But this once great flame did finally succumb
had flickered awhile before going out
The time of its end had finally come
Of its end there was no doubt
The flame that once burned in that mortal shell
had flickered awhile before going out
It was now gone forever, its fire quelled