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After the laughter, comes the pain-
our days are mixed with sun and rain.
Life is a steady weather vane-
forecasting clime we can't ordain.
Its pendulum does swing both ways;
unbalanced is its worth of days.
What brings us happiness, we praise-
but dread the shift to its sad phase.
The high-tide days are filled with glee
as waves wash out the shore debris,
again to turn- and we agree-
we reach low tide- just like the sea.
Our life is but a huge seesaw
some days, we're high, and filled with awe;
yet others make us clench our jaw-
as we crash down when life turns raw.
Laughter's not cherished without pain-
for pain does heighten laughter's gain.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Special 3
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 12/16/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: One In Four
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 08/25/2019
I've often wondered who dealt with
fairy tale complaints. There seems to
be a lot of them among the fairy tale
acquaints.
Here are just a few suggestions I myself
if could, would make and maybe fairy Tale
land would be peaceful for heaven's sake.
Old Mother Hubbard had no bones in
her cupboard and her dog has no bone.
We could offer her Pease pudding and even
if it is nine days old, I am sure the dog would
be happy with the old crone.
Peter Peter Pumpkin eater, put his wife
in a shell, there he kept her very well.
There's no time to plead and pine nor
no time to wheedle, if she would kiss him
quick, he would be gone, and pop would go
that weasel.
Seesaw Margery Daw, Johnny got a new master
johnny only earned a penny a day because he
could work no faster. He should take lessons from
Peter Piper who could pick a peck of pickles and at
it became a master.
There was an old woman who lived in a house
exceedingly small, a man open his mouth and
swallowed woman, house and all. Maybe he should
of had some of the King's Blackbird pie and he could
have filled his tummy instead with a pie full of caw.
I'm stand'n, with legs split astride,
One foot on either side,
flip'n on the see-saw ride,
tilt'n from side to side.
Rock'n and Roll'n!
I'm in a juxtaposition
in between a flip 'n flop
You said you loved me!
Now you say, not!
Will you make up your ruddy mind.
I'm in such a bind!
The tides a' going out and coming in.
The sun's arising and setting.
I've given you love, and not got,
no love, back in return.
I'm all stained black and blue.
I wanna be red and yellow,
on the flip'n arc of the rainbow.
I'm sick of the way
the coin always flips,
between agony and bliss,
between I'm happy and I'm sad!
There's a gotta be a better way,
to rock'n on this see-saw grind.
I wanna be heads up, all the time!
I'm stand'n, with legs split astride,
One foot on either side,
flip'n on the see-saw ride,
tilt'n from side to side.
Rock'n and Roll'n!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The clock says it's one o'clock.
But its fast, it's on the future,
on the just passed it time.
There's no going back, this time,
On some voodoo time-machine grind,
Get me off 'a this playground ride!
Flip'n in a juxtaposition!
Flip'n in a juxtaposition!
SEE SAW THROUGH THE WALL
He understands they’re innocent children…they learn only what we teach them
and when separated by a wall of hate…he wondered how to reach them.
He knows they know nothing of hatred…of intolerance and bigotry…
but he also knows they are impressionable…they will learn from what they see.
He knows they are looking to the adults at this susceptible time of their youth
to teach them of love and compassion…of integrity and truth…
He wants to show these children and the world that ones so honest, pure and small
are equal and can play together…even separated by a wall.
So he built a multitude of seesaws to show how we’re all sisters and brothers.
To show what happens on one side of the wall…affects what happens on the other.
To show it’s as easy to raise someone up as it is to put them down
As easy to make them smile…as it is to make them frown.
His name is Ronald Rael…it was his idea…his creation
he and other artist friends are behind the installation.
And so the children laugh and play…and as they learn each other’s names
they see, although, separated by a wall of hate…they both love to play the same.
And I wonder what would happen if we followed the lead of ones so small
and had those who fear and hate…ride a seesaw through the wall.
As they were bouncing up and down…would the learn each other’s names?
Would they finally come to understand how we are all the same?
Would they smile at one another?
Would they realize that fear and hate are wrong?
For isn’t that what many of us…have wanted all along?
As whirlwinds in the musicscape that blow so wild,
The duo sang, played guitar, and albums compiled;
Both rocked like vigorous rocks in a rough earthquake,
Their unbreakable records they only did break...!
Played and sang at their very tender childhood age,
Like tornados they shook many a music stage;
Joseph Bonamassa, at only twelve, did plan,
Smokin' Joe Bonamassa - his band he began...!
As though birds of a feather flocking together,
J.L Bonamassa and Beth Hart flew higher;
Like poppies blossomed forth "Don't Explain", and "Seesaw",
The works of the duo made one and all feel awe...!
His works, "Blue Deluxe", "Driving Towards The Day Light",
"Rhymes", and "Fire On The Floor" are like sunlight, bright;
Adorn the altars of Harmonious music,
Cure the physically and psychically sick...!!!
14 May 2023
Joe Bonamassa and Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Moneywise, I'm far...
from rich, but in life
and love, I sure am rich...
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
Today was not made
for some; their eyes never saw
dawn's sunrise; mine did,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
Notwithstanding my share
of bleak, hard-to-get-through days,
I still cherish the attar of roses,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I've ridden the seesaw of life;
felt it's highs, lows and in-betweens,
yet still find it all worthwhile,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I've walked the razor's edge,
swam the tempestuous ocean of despair
and managed to make it to safe harbor,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I've been shoved and sucker-punched
by misfortunes time and time again,
but by the grace of God, I'm still standing...
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
nobody in the world is here
only me and the crashing waves
i have no thoughts
i have no stress
only me and the crashing waves
i stay faithful to my Sweets
i pray for Her to get well soon
i wish that She could have come with me
however, she needs to rest
i then pray for a friend of mine who chose outside steps
i pray for the life that he did not intend to create
however, she is here now, Healthy and Blessed
he is crying tears of regret and joy beside me
i leave the crashing waves to him
he needs the vibe more than i do
Momma, God Rest Her Beautiful Soul, taught me not to be selfish
i think i will go back to the direct oceanfront condo
i need the check on my Sweets
THEATRE OF THE ABSURD
Puppets, all parts, perpetually working.
Tense strings, plucked, with novice fingers.
Ruby sawdust sparkles with the warm sun.
Puppets on strings, such silly things!
A play set nearby, a seesaw, those twins –
Hansel and Gretel, balancing between life and death.
The wretched sound of falling trees, pulled
from resistant roots - ground shakes violently.
The buzzing of saws, like bees in a honey hive.
Splinters of puppet bone, praying for relief.
The lies that Pinocchio told - stubs compared to this.
The darkening of the witch’s wood, with terrible treats.
Wooden toes, stumble and tiptoe, over windswept limbs,
sending shivers through their gnawing cold bones,
as twigs fly and snap, popping of puppet props.
Leading the way, Ali Baba whispers “open sesame” -
They hide in a craven cave, whilst the forest implodes.
Perpetual motion, like watches, ticking of time-bombs.
Pinocchio cracks jokes, like he’s done this all before.
Treasures glisten in candlelight, “what have we done…”
Whispers of a forest saved, puppets clamorous in mine -
Their eyes like multicolored jewels, hideous in the gloom.
Redwoods run with stilt-like legs, banging at their door -
Begging for one last kindness, followed by sudden silence.
They arise at dawn, the parade of puppets on strings.
Silly things, characters performed by naïve children –
playing at war. They hear a cackle, as she, lures them inside.
Guard down, until the urchins ears bleed, with screams of kindling.
2/6/2017
Barbed Flowers.
I would write this all down to you
If i thought you could read.
If your hand didn't cast a shadow
on what i would author.
If only you had seen what i saw,
What i can only chalk about now
but not here - Afterall...
Listen? You can't do that, one of two!
Not for yourself, not even momentarily.
Patently, not for me nor for others.
Not for our girls who have ears
that listen and seesaw.
Your noisy darkness grasps the heart,
plays it like a theremin.
This is how i feel
when you feel the way you do...
Like something always does.
Better left unseen, unheard, unread.
Put to rest the thread,
it comes unraveled
when the needle is un-minded.
The scent of October,
it's windy fragrance,
i scribe this to myself.
Saptaparna etched in color.
Holding the muddle together,
a little while longer... with rusted wire.
I nurture beautiful, barbed flowers.
"Some believe they must earn a life in heaven.unaware heaven is already their home" ~ CayCay
Human life is striving for joy while saturated with busy
bits of an emotional seesaw, its movements leave traces
in so many places, our goal seems pre-disabled. So, it
is that despite emotional throes we seek fulfillment over
and over.
As God's own designed, divine-honed souls, we are
light sourced as formed in His realm. Reincarnation is the
tutorial for achieving the brightest possible spiritual light.
To earth we are sent countless times, exposed to endless
human themed rhymes. We die, into heaven we slide,
advanced souls review and guide us through all we failed
to discern, all we taught - be it good or an influence
incongruent with who we really are. A karma is decided and
once again a soul is flesh ignited. Once a soul has met all
goals, the most radiant color is bestowed; the color of
euphoric radiance star-shining for eternity.
born human on earth
to spirit world all return ~~
man visits tombstones