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(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,
sans flushed testosterone
from heads to toe
sketched out sometime
from ~july or august 2012 or so
and (just now) triggered chain reaction for roe
man tick undulations i.e. wishful desires slow
lee shifting (in seconds flat)
from neutral to overdrive
exceeding speedometer limit maximum
nearly attaining speed of light quo
shunt seeing an aesthetically pleasing chic chick
in the summer of full feminine bloom
envisioning plunging hot rod
into her lubricated derrick
(and yes, young enough
to beget me via coital fling
a splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian),
who doth wanna swing
like a boyish chap
at prime love making time zing,
with thee, whose primary purpose comprised
tutoring my daughter whose deficiency
with language skills warrant
communication exercisesd
born with cognitive developmental delays
in sundry dis guised,
whose academic weakness qualified her since birth -
or soon thereafter meta morph a sized
to receive intervention to allow, enable
and provide her with life skills
even though patience thoroughly utilized
so she can become self reliant as an adult
thus bringing this papa aegis
of said progeny prances carefree like a colt
and via exposure therapy
comfort zones, convince this dadaist dolt
magic touch, sans young women,
(who seem prominent in social service field)
bear witness as thy Punim doth molt
blindsiding actions of tender loving care
these myopic eyes
with hypnotic trance observe flair
ring results conjuring up illusions of grandeur
spurring commendable utterance
of touche...here here
but self consciousness kept gleeful outburst
under lock and key lest detriment comb near
compromising instructional progress,
that could easily dis ap pear
into a sinkhole forsaking requisite basic skills
reinforcement ever since first year
I can’t explain the pain; the words just wont come out…
My tears they fall like rain,
Devastation my heart does shout…
Why? I scream in anger! Why, I scream in sorrow?
I bow my head and weep,
The pain so draining I’m weak.
This, time shall never heal,
No pleas no bargains no deal!
Suffer the loss and feel the hurt.
See me toss a handful of dirt…
Let me watch the end of life…
Mine is over… cut like a knife…
Was there a cry?
Was there a tear?
Was there a scream?
Did anyone hear?
White noise rises as sinks my heart…
All that I am has fallen a part…
To my knees I fall…
I weep…
The young should never sleep…
Presidents Truman, Kennedy, Regan, Biden
Sparing a turkey from a Thanksgiving table. The presidential Turkey Pardon
Massachusetts
is a truly historic state.
Indigenous people lived there for
over ten thousand years before it was
colonized by the English in the 17th century.
The 17th century brought a mass migration
of Puritan immigrants into the area
while the subsequent centuries
brought new waves of
immigrants.
Abraham Lincoln’s
son Tad got upset when
he found out someone was going to kill
the live turkey brought for the presidential
family’s Christmas dinner. Eventually Tad’s plea was admitted,
and the turkey’s life spared. Abraham Lincoln made
Thanksgiving an official
U.S. holiday in
1863.
A decade later
Rhode Island poultry dealer
Horace Vose starts sending Thanksgiving
and Christmas turkeys to the first families. Vose was the
White House’s unofficial turkey provider for more than
40 years after that first turkey to President
Ulysses S. Grant, but by 1914, Americans
from around the country were
sending live turkeys for
the holidays.
William Bradford’s
journal was discovered and published
by Sarah Josepha Hale, a magazine editor.
Hale was so taken with the story of that first Thanksgiving,
that she lobbied five U.S. presidents to make it a federal holiday.
Abraham Lincoln declared Thanksgiving an official U.S. holiday,
an act he saw as a step toward reuniting the
fractured country after the Civil War.
He put it on the calendar for
the last Thursday
of November.
1941
December,
Franklin D. Roosevelt
changed Thanksgiving to the fourth
Thursday in November to avoid confusion
where there is a fifth Thursday in
November.
People
often incorrectly
date the official pardoning ceremony
back to 1947 with Harry Truman, a myth
that stems from the fact that the National Turkey Federation
which runs the modern presidential turkey pardon
ceremonies sent a president a turkey for the
first time that year. Truman
didn’t spare that bird’s life
he ate it.
My Granddaughter wrote this a few years ago she is now 16 and since lost her mother when she was 15 at the time and 14 when she wrote this. I think we all will be glad to know that these young people are the generation to finish where we leave off- It seems I have left us in good hands ..I am so proud of her "forward thinking".. ase,' and her coming to her own conclusions. ase'.
Now That I Realize
By: Sarah Wingo
Now that I am not blind,
I cannot pretend to close
my eyes and not see the struggle
Now that I can hear,
I cannot ignore the truth and knowledge,
that is struggling to be heard
Now that I have come to this realization,
I cannot continue with life,
knowing the truth,
yet okay with living the lie
I cannot continue being a part of
a society that teaches me to
disrespect myself, my family, and my culture
I cannot continue to be a part of a part of the problem
I must discover and learn more about myself,
the past and the world around me.
I must use my time to help my people see,
what has taken me my whole life to understand
I must use this power given to me,
to fix the broken world that
we have lived in for so long,
without even realizing that it is indeed broken
Coming to this realization has flipped the page
to a new chapter in my life
A chapter that has yet to be written
But now that I have become aware and conscience
I now know that it is - I - that hold the pen.
By Sarah Wingo granddaughter of Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
Fourteen medicine jars. Twelve tinted orange. Two blue. All with white lids.
A variety of sizes. A warning. If you mix AA and BX you will die.
I am not kidding, the young doctor said. They will kill you. Do not take them together.
AA and BX, her memory said. “Remember that, in case the pain gets worse.”
“You will not get sick, you will die. You will be DEAD,” the young doctor said sternly.
A guarantee.
What great advice, young doctor man. Advice you should not give out so quickly.
You had never met Sarah before, you did not know she had attempted suicide three times.
You just gave her exactly what she wanted to hear. AA and BX. So wise. So smart. So silly of you.
After nineteen days of suffering Sarah again remembered AA and BX.
They were both in those bottles. All she had to do was find them.
It did not take long. She took three AAs and four BX’s. Then she thought maybe she should take more.
So she did.
They wrote “accidental overdose” on the coroner’s report.
That pissed her off.
There was nothing accidental about it.
She had taken AA and BX intentionally. It had not been a mistake.
It had been her way out. She could not take the pain any more. It was that simple.
She praised the young doctor for letting her know. Thank God for that one.
There was a tug on her hand. She looked down to see a tiny little angel.
“Was it an accident?” the angel asked her.
She shook her head “no”. “Me neither,” the tiny one said. “I ran out in front of a car.”
“On purpose?”
The little angel nodded. “I accidentally dropped the baby and my Mom said he might die.”
“I decided if I died first, she wouldn’t have to keep yelling at me.”
The two angels walked under an archway laden with pink and red roses into a beautiful valley. “We can stay here as long as you like,” the little one said, “but then we have to learn lessons. But the lessons are not as hard as the ones we learned on earth.”
Sarah was grateful more than ever for the young doctor.
“Through this world I’ve stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive”
I know these feeling, I’ve lived them well
In a world WHERE I could never tell,
I was once captured, they held me down
For many years I thought I’d never be found
Betrayal birthed roots that PRODUCED bad fruit
Denial hid behind smiles that bread life trials
But a burning hope, and flickering light
Lived inside, I just needed it to ignite
Perfect love, the only cure
To give me new wings and make me sore
I now can be still in words that are true
Unraveled deception, a restful view
Your words are serene, killing off the machine
I am embracing a life that I’ve never seen.
Sarah Mclachlan - Possession lyrics
Sarah, partner of Avraham
the strength behind Isaac
Her trademark, hospitality
her strength, spirituality
In Haran, on the way to Cana'an
scores of her visitors saw the light
There is One, only One, God in the world
Sarah and Avraham set former pagans aright
In the terebinths of Mamre
angels foretold she'd bear a son
At age 90 she could scarcely believe
that she would raise Isaac with Avraham
Yet raise Isaac she did, into a great man
As courageous as his dad, when his journey began
Isaac's Faith tested at age 37, bound up for sacrifice
Thanks to Sarah's strength, ready to pay any price
Sarah I never knew how much of an angel you was. until you grew your wings and flew too that beautiful bright star above our heads and if that start would give me one wish. I would wish for you to come back and fix our broken hearts..?? but as I sit here underneath the night sky and bright moon.. remembering all of the ambivalent times we shared. I swear it makes my heart bleed tears...... if I laugh or cry as a grandad I hope she hears.. that I'm still not happy about the time she died my hair or all the times her friends made me babysit for a year lol *** so thank you everyone for the mad or amazing times we all got too shair xx
I love you big sister
SARAH: LITTLE PRINCESS
Dear Sarah, my little princess,
You know very well how to impress
your Grand mom innocent
with smile fluorescent.
I also know to cuddle and caress.
Lovely pearly princess Sarah Dear
Where are you crawling away? Come here.
Sit quiet, not to flee.
Read the book with me.
My princess soon to complete one year.
Sarah, my princess! Sit on my lap.
Join your hands and joyfully clap.
Granddaughter of my heart.
Not to let you apart.
Sarah! Princess! Between us no gap.
05/11/20
'Sarah' Contest by Julia Ward
Papa’s not here
For we had hunger to fear-
He took his backpack
And never came back.
Mama’s gone too-
Drunk she got
-nothing I could do
The money she forgot.
School mister?
Then what about my sisters?
You come knocking,
But all you do is nodding.
You ask me for papa
But I must go make supper,
For I have four siblings
And the money’s dribbling.
You ask my age
But it will nothing change
Because, Mr Policeman
You stand there with your fan
And in my tin home
You must your people phone,
For you must save the day
But I don’t get a say
Because you will eventually separate us
And say that you must
But Mr policeman
You don’t understand.
Little Tommy’s only got me left
For he’s completely deaf.
Sarah gets nightmares-
You don’t know our fears.
I had to steal
To cook a meal
For that day I had no work,
I had found Betty in the dirt.
Beaten and bruised,
Broken and abused.
Your uniform had her abused.
You don’t understand our struggle
Your money provides a bubble.
And you will never understand trouble
Or the need to fight
While your blue lights flash bright.