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AMPERSAND
I asked my kids a question,
“If I were a symbol, what would I be?”
I waited for hearts or a smile emoji,
something tangible to see
“You are an ampersand.”
The 27th letter removed—
not missing, not lost in the archive of sound,
but something softer than absence,
something that refuses to be called back
into the shape of language.
It lives beyond naming,
where words loosen their grip
and meaning stops asking to be held—
a quiet after the alphabet,
a breath the mouth remembers
but never learns to say.
Not yet curved,
not yet connected,
just motion without hinge.
&
late nights arrived
like unfinished sentences.
I lay awake
listening to my heart
remembering it was once only mine
and now it was full of breathing.
It used to be just “I,”
One heartbeat, one life, one sky,
Now it’s me & them,
A love that doesn’t end.
Strength & softness,
Dreams & sacrifice,
Holding every piece together
Through the chaos of this life.
something in me began to loop—
not breaking, not ending,
but forming a ligature
that loops without bending,
a joining that holds shape
without ever stopping
turning back into itself
with someone else inside it.
Tiny shoes by the doorway,
lullabies hummed at night,
pieces of me scattered gently
into everything I hold tight.
They didn’t just change my world—
they rewrote the way I stand,
teaching me love is not addition,
but the shape of “and.”
And in the hush after midnight,
when everything lets go,
I hear them in my breathing—
and I understand without words.
I was never only “I.”
I was always becoming
And “per se” and.
In the dust of time, we are but ephemeral shadows,
Treading on the realm of a story nearing its end,
Echoes of the past whisper hidden secrets to us,
And we, blind and deaf, dance on the edge of the abyss.
Two nuclear wars, swallowed by the mists of oblivion,
Like extinguished stars in the vast universe of lies,
The perpetual motion machine, a dream stolen from humanity,
Lies somewhere, under the heavy locks of silence.
Around us, a macabre symphony of extinction is played,
But our ears are plugged with the wax of ignorance,
We are actors in a play whose lines we do not know,
And the director in the shadows laughs at our naivety.
Who are THEY, those who have decided everything for us?
Invisible manipulators pulling the strings of our destiny,
While we, unconscious puppets, dance to their rhythm,
Believing we are free in the cage of our illusions.
But there are voices rising from the darkness,
Whispering truths that tear the veil of lies,
Promising to show us how past civilizations perished,
And how ours treads the same path of destruction.
Who rewrote history and why?
Questions floating in the heavy air of uncertainty,
And the answers hide in the shadow of great secrets,
Waiting to be discovered by brave minds.
In this night of collective consciousness,
We stand at the crossroads between ignorance and revelation,
Choosing between the comfort of lies and the pain of truth,
As our story slowly approaches its end.
Are we ready to look into the mirror of reality?
To see the hideous face of the lies that have fed us?
Or will we choose to remain in our bubble of comfort,
Ignoring the desperate cry of truth struggling to come to light?
Upon that day, I walked away, From my home, I couldn't stay. Past the heap of what remained, Too much loss, my heart in pain.
Cast aside, no choice had I, What once was mine, now left to die. Wandering day by day, alone, Seeking anew a place unknown.
Seasons passed, the years went by, Hoping for bread, a place to lie. In winter's cold, now warm I stand, Thinking of those without a hand.
Who know not food for many days, With threadbare clothes in disarray. Resting heads on arms so thin, A box to live, a dream within.
So little I can do, it seems, But to give what little means. I remember, once like them, When gifts of mine were treasures, then.
My poem rewrote by Microsoft copilot
Evoking sullen quests of a lonesome mind
She stepped outside under the starry skies
Only to find, one more time, no one replied
It was a vibrant sky celebrating moonlight
Wanting no part of her gloomy trespass
Jolting her entrance in thunderous clouds
Being self absorbed within grim thoughts
She rewrote the vows engraved in hearts
Ignoring sensuous past that longingly recalls
Refusing feelings that once she cherished
Courting indignation of a senseless voice
Asserting obliquely, she made her choice
Unwilling to acknowledge her cries forlorn
Silence she heard was the galactic response
Rejecting her plea to renegotiate what was
May 10, 2019
HM: Strand select M contest by Brian Strand
"I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have." ~ last words of Leonardo da Vinci
Dear Leonardo, one so easily admired,
countless souls you have inspired.
It's been five hundred years, and yet,
the world, it seems, cannot forget.
So striking, your last words of regret.
How, then, can this be?
You make us question. It is your style.
What makes the Mona Lisa smile?
She gazed at you with all her heart,
bemused at the genius, set apart,
and became the world's most famous art,
and so maybe I can see:
I do not think it's false modesty,
but another puzzle key
to the meaning of your quote,
as history you rewrote,
God's divine purpose to devote,
you didn't optimize your gift.
While I don't know God's thinking,
I expect He's unoffended and unblinking.
You needn't brood or smolder.
From your illustrious shoulders -
go ahead, remove that boulder.
Give your heart a lift.
I would expect He had a plan,
using you the best way He can.
They moved like dawn through shadowed years,
With quiet hands and blazing hearts,
Their dreams outshone the weight of fears,
They rewrote fate in fractured parts.
Marie lit atoms' trembling core,
Her lantern glowed through science' veil;
While Rosa sat and shook the war
Of silence—made the strong rails pale.
Malala, bright with sharpened pen,
Still sings where tyrants silence books;
Jane healed the lives of chimp and den,
With patient heart and watching looks.
Ada wove numbers into flight,
A code that danced before the light—
They rose like stars from time's deep sea,
And left a map for you and me.
Pacific may be wide: yes I know
yet it doesn’t make it broader
than the scroll of griefs that I roll away
The world is spherical: why wont it?
When I have a goal to score
London bridge is fallen down: why wont it?
When am standing on it
Can it be longer than the history I rewrote?
Mount Everest cant move: says who?
Is it higher than the huddles that barricade my way
And I kicked them over visibility?
If life says its tough: is it sure?
It better redefine toughness,
because even the spears of brass I broke in pieces
aren't tough enough
Today is bad: yes I know
But if I handles worse devil yesterday
Then I better take a deep sleep
Cus tomorrow must be good.
What got for supper man?
I got 2 quarts of stewed tomatoes
3 cups of cooked grounded pork
1& 1/2 package of taco seasoning
3 cups of cooked pinto beans
1 cup of cooked collards chopped
5 tablespoons of garlic
1 cup of carmelized onion
1 /4 cup of chopped cilantro
1/ 4 cup of lime juice
I cook it it reduce, set aside
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cook about 13 cups of rice
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Hot water cornbread
4 cups of cornmeal
2.5 cups of water
1/3 cup of sharp cheddar
1 T garlic powder
2 T of onion powder
5 T buttermilk
cook,cool,make patties,and fry!
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Cooked my cabbage in hock broth
with potatoes and carrots
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Pureed raspberry and ginger root and honey
Mixed with sprite and gin and serve.
Darling sweetie, honey bunch!
Beso, Kissey, Prettygal!
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Lonely is a man Without Love
"Quando m'innamoro"
Mixed with Samples
from "ALL Your Goodies are Gone"
Parliment......Multible Womens and Mens
she lefteded me I stayed on A Sailboat.
I rewrote several songs in
a collaberated efford .
We can up with this
track a modern Cleaner version with no
refrances to legallity.
Steering a Sailboat"
You ripped me
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough
To pull back my paper heart
You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts
I became your paper mâché
Shaped into the image of you
Glued with your inconsistancies
Coated in your endless smoke
Sarcasm and beer
I marinated in your endless tears
You painted me with a retarded label
Your stupid failure of a son
Forced to endure that brush
It was with your eyes I learned to see
Everyone else was better than me
I was a failure times three
My inside empty
I became light as air
As time went on I ceased to care
It happend slowly you weren't aware
Until one day I floated past your stare
No longer raw and bare
I clawed and ripped
Rewrote my page
My renaissance
coming of age
Not your puppet on a stage
Contorted by your rage
I have lost you to your death
The air much clearer, still I feel your breath
Within my doubts your lies still hide
Yet within me a new strength resides
Your image of me no longer applies
Doubt and fear reduced in size
No longer your "DUMMY"
On faith I rise
For Charlotte's contest, heart and soul confessional.
Written, September 1st 2014.
I thought
I believed
I was beyond the reach of light
Trapped there within your darkness
You eclipsed my wonder
My innocence
My hope
You wrapped me fully
Confiscating my will
Smothered my unrealized self
Draped me in your need
Subjugated me to your narrative
Then in the distance
A flicker
A tiny dot
Beyond your optics
Your contrived paranoia
Your insatiable need
I watched it grow
Filling my craving
Firing my synapses
Awakening my indefinable
I was not born to be in darkness
Wriggling in the shadows
Instead I pushed beyond your borders
Grabbed onto God's hand
As He effortlessly lifted
Transforming my impossible
He banished your Darkness
He rewrote your narrative
You took me from myself
Yet today I am back
I am strong
Freed from your insanity
I know
I believe
I am beyond the reach of darkness
Here I frolick in peaceful meadows of possibilities
I have claimed my wonder
My innocence
My hope
I live within a transcendent light
Mine is a world of every
Everyone is welcome
Peak out from the dark
Push back the veil
A hand stretches
Reaches
Pierces the sadness
Hold on
Let it be
Let it lift
Let it love
Let it consume the darkness
For Vicky Tsiluma's I'll be back contest.
I was inspired by Robin Davis's poem "Abuse Shocked Her Into a Shell"
There is light beyond abuse in whatever form it takes.