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Brouhaha brewing, my Jezebel comes home glowing;
Football game in progress, but she has gossip to spend.
Curious winds blustering, in rare decibels growing,
posthaste, I speed dial her garrulous second best friend.
Handing Jez my phone, I finish the game without knowing.
Modern day courier of gossip, secrets and tears
smart phones qualify as second best friend, for teen girls.
Facetime calls overloaded with eyes, mouths and ears.
Conversations take on life, female character unfurls;
compared to old party lines, much has improved through the years.
November 19, 2020
contest: Quintain-Sicilian
sponsor: Emile Pinet
The stigma clings
as if you were born with it
the words drummed
into you head,
you are not good enough
you will never be good enough…
It’s like standing on parade everyday
to be chosen for a team
with eyes pleading
“pick me, please pick me!”
Don’t let me carry the water
bottles again…
And yet again
it falls on you,
with shoulders hanging
and a fake smile
though very convincing
because you wear it all the time…
The need to
not be second best
is getting so huge
you end up changing
who you are just to fit in
just to be someone’s first choice,
You act like a puppy
at an animal shelter
doing tricks to entice
a potential owner
wagging your tail
jumping up and down,
eventually they still chose
the puppy in the kennel
next to yours without the tail…
Will you ever be good enough?
The question remains a refrain,
uncertainty your friend right till the end…
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.
But today is another day,
New stuff to think, do and say.
Today I will brave the world all alone,
And enjoy my freedom full blown.
I will live life with zest,
Try to do things, never second best.
I will live to be sensitive,
Towards others be more receptive.
I will live to be forgiving,
Be more tolerant and caring.
I will speak to all who walk my path,
Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath.
I will correct all my wrongs,
And tell this to all by making them my songs.
I will proudly write notes about the new me,
And publish and upload them for all to see.
I will work to be creative,
And learn to open my mind’s eye and not be obstructive.
I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude,
To succeed, master the skill of gratitude.
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.
And today is the right day,
To commence these fresh new things that I write and say
Homer in his prime knew what was divine he sets out to woo the earth but his ambition was crumbed in the dirt, the Trojan War is an epic of past, love, power, hate, marriage, and crime; the Greeks and the city of Troy and the ten years war that took many lives and causes numerous painful sacrifices.
The marriage of Peleus’ and Thetis’ brought the whole nation together Zeus in his fantasy was merry and happy but the goddess of strife was denied entry to the marriage feast and so she made a dangerous decree, she throw her gift among the guests; and everyone scramble to find the second best, Aphrodite, Athena, and Hera began to fight for it but the spoon quickly ran away with the dish.
Zeus in all his pride could not decide who to get the goddess of strife gift and Paris, the prince of Troy, was asked to make the decision but Paris was not the smartest fellow and he left everything in a big hollow and so Hera the queen bribed him for a thin limb.
Hera promised him political power and a sordid throne for tomorrow; but Athena in a subtle tone promise, wisdom in mind and battle in pride but that could persuade Paris. Aphrodite knew his heart from the start and promised him the beautiful Helen of Sparta. But he quickly chose Aphrodite and wrap up the selection plight, woman was his weakness and he went all the way for her.
Charming Helen was married to Menelaus, the mean king of Sparta so, Paris journeyed to Sparta and kidnapped Helen from her home and brought her back to Troy with him and Helen could not resist his touch and she fell in love with Paris when she felt his heart and from there on the Trojan War began. It started with a gift and ended with a gift.
The Greeks surround the city of troy and hid in the Trojan horse. A few of them went back to sea and pretend as if they were gone but Paris and his men hang out on the lawn, and what they thought was a precious gift was an ambush set outside lawn. No sword was drawn, no blood was spilt but the Greeks defeated troy with a massive fire ball when they took the Trojan horse inside, “burn! Troy burn” the Greeks shouted.
And so Homer, the greatest storyteller of all gave an account of how the mighty Trojan fall on his way back from the Trojan War in the epic Iliad. You are a long way from home.
EVER SO LOVELY
I look at you and my eyes smile
Your plumb lips suckulant crisp
Body framed liken an vintage hour glass
Again lips shapen like two strawberrys
Your mind intellect none comes second best
Fitm are your appendites plumb as grapefriut
Beautiful sweet-petite are your tainty feet
I rest my head the the small of your shoulder
The beauty of your mind hard to get over
Your hips run to and fro like a river creek
Men close their mouths when they look at you
Captured and frozen solid by the beauty of you
Skin carmel brown tender as baby skin
Hair dark brown auburn curly long
Just about when I check my vison
Legs as long and lovely as a gazelle
Running, running, ever so lovely
2/20/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
it seems in just the twinkling of an eye
life passes by
and one's left at the brink
with time to think
before the fall
into the great abyss
where did time go?
For some, life is short
for others, long
But the years don't count
Nor do the hours
It's the moments which capture eternity
You can live a lifetime in a moment
and face death happy and proud
for eternity has been tasted and lived
Cowardice kills
Bravery lives
Be brave enough to follow your dreams
Don't settle for second best
Mediocrity weighs you down
numbs and suffocates
Cling to your passion
Blaze in its flame
be honest with your soul
in that bid to be whole...
BE HONEST WITH YOUR SOUL!
When you deny your soul
you start to die
Above all....
LOVE
with PASSION
as if this were the last time
your lips were to taste
desire's embrace
or eyes were to see
that blessed face
Don't make haste
LIVE
Love
Love is the sum total of life
if you have loved
you have lived...
and if you have truly lived love's life
you can die content
for eternity has been yours
for a moment
in
time
Jade Celeste
I recently showed some photos to my class of a young man in his twenties who lost his battle with Cystic Fibrosis. His sister is my daughter's age, and once when she visited Cyprus, I took her and my daughter and another friend out. She loved me and added me on Facebook. I've followed her brother's journey with avid interest and pain. Her younger brother has cystic fibrosis as well, and her husband has it. He recently had a lung transplant...and for a time, Hannah didn't know if he would make it to the wedding. So much pain in her life. I've recently shared on FB at her request, a site where people can make donations to raise awareness about Cystic Fibrosis. My heart aches for her in her time of mourning. We complain about insignificant things, when all Ben wanted was to be able to breathe free and LIVE!!!
What is life? The Bible says that it's like a flower...here today and gone tomorrow. We complain...about so many things...not realizing that every day we live is a gift that's not guaranteed to many. We need to cherish those who matter. Live life to the full. Find and grasp happiness. LIVE LOVE....LOVE! :) That's the sum total of life.
Compassion does abound in this modern world we live
Where animal and man return ones love to give
An element we all do fear could have taken all their lives
But this was not the day, that fate could contrive
To enter a burning building where their lives take second best
Training and their bravery, a heroes form of zest
Within these darkened realms, aflame and spewing of smoke
Any life that's spared, we deprive the smoking choke
For outside this smouldering building lies a bundle of stirring rags
Blackened canine features, their lives in deadening flag
Whilst alone on the sidewalk a hero sits in thought
Despair hits his heart in helpless strained distraught
His head in his hands now lifted, stirred by whining sounds
Towards him walks the mother, he turns in total astound
Leaning down to pet her, compassion fills his eyes
She licks his face to thank him, all saved and so alive
He sauntered into the room, head held high, exuding might
His gaze swept the room
His aura was palpable
So strong, exuding so much power
Oddly enough, his presence evoked a soothing calm
That is what people feel when they don't feel like they are under your control
Fear is natural, his motto he would say
The feeling to withdraw when things go wrong
The thought that you would be judged
All those things were embedded in a person's core
Fail a thousand times, Lose a million times
Attempt is better than neglect
Right and wrong he knew them all
The ways of the world were crystal clear
His failures had many lessons
But he seemed to learn from each one
A man who could walk the walk
But spoke not much
Yet, his silence spoke volumes to me
I was hopeful
His confidence I began to possess
Chin up, shoulders straight
He said to walk
His patience I learned to obtain
Impulse actions I controlled
His resilience I understood
Fear gave away to determination
I worked all day and prayed
Wisdom weighed upon him
The struggle he faced is the reflection of his present
I aimed to match it
I strived for excellence
If my mentor was that perfect
Surely I would become second best
The seed I sowed all day would grow and flourish well
The joy I had when it did made my heart swell
Hard work comes with a test
Failing never appealed to me
Hey, Sally
I watch our daughters Rebecca
and Rachel browse so like you did.
They scour the stacks in a Rich-
mond book store, trailing big reads
for when they return to their com-
portable places. Home again,
feet up, tea cups steeping.
I came home from afternoon
office hours and found you stretched
out on the couch we bought in
the second-best store in Snowtown
and brought to Washpa. Your tea cup
was by your side and a cat curled
at your feet sleeping.
A significant novel, In-
dian or another latter-day
Dickens was tented half-way through
on your breast. I am filled with joy—
by daughters who continue
to scout out
great big books to accompany
tea cups steeping, cats sleeping,
on lazy afternoons.
Stan and Mary went in town
To buy Stan a new dressing gown.
But he wanted a woollen one
In our March that is not on.
The shops are full of summer clothes
But Stan’s not warm enough for those.
Mary likes to look around
But see how old Stan frowns
.So Mary says,I’ll go online
I’m sure I’ll find some fully lined
Made of wool and acrylic…
Them you can make your pick.
Thank you,Mary,you are kind
despite that brilliant,wandering mind.
I am the best dressed man intown
And soon I’ll have my gown.
Would you like cafe au lait?
I have my pension,I shall pay.
Very nice,dear Mary said…
I’d like a piece of bread.
Won’t you have a slice of cake?
I know it’s not quite what I make.
No,just plain bread,sweet Mary said
She then turned very red.
Mary,you look very hot
Is it healthy in this spot.
The central heating is too high…
She gave a weary sigh.
They drank their coffee and made jokes
About old folk who never spoke…
They bought some fresh fish for Emile..
They alway shop with zeal.
..
When they got home.Stan dialled Dave
Who told him he was very brave
and not to stand near a bus door…
Or he’d fall on the floor.
.
Oh,how i’d like to lie down there
With my mistress Annie fair.
but Mary is at home today
So i’ll just have to pray.
If you’re in pain and can’t have tests
They say that prayer is second best
Morphine is so hard to get…
and it makes me feel sick.
So tomorrow Mary works
Stan and Annie have their perks
Dave calls round to bath the cat…
How very odd is that?
If you would like your cat washed
Or if your shopping has got squashed
Just dial 99999
The service is divine!