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The customs men shake their heads
and watch the women enter Mexico.
Three with skirts, white socks,
one with jeans
and proper blouse.
Seventeen, eighteen
just out of Concord Academy
in a black Packard Super Clipper,
not quite as big as a hearse.
They buy silver jewelry from the women
and beers and tamales from a man.
Night comes,
they watch the moon large
over the Pacific.
They lay under the Packard on blankets,
staring at it
while a whitehaired man swats away
with a broom handle
two stumbling young men
who get too close to them.
What happened, Mom?
We asked her about then-
The summer of 1949.
Did you meet a boy there?
No, nothing happened,
she said.
Nothing happened.
We went there
and came back.
It was the lull in between,
everything happening.
And then-
Everything happening.
I see it now,
my mother,
the girls,
the moon reflected in their eyes,
the smooth Pacific,
a guitar, a song in the air.
Their moments run through me,
each one,
as though
I had never been born.
The attractive girl seemed younger than she ought to be.
Her sweet face was freckled, and she had an inner joy.
She made him feel like a seventeen-year-old boy.
Most pretty in the face, she wore a fine modesty.
They became a couple, this lovely lass and he.
They were honest never playing games or being coy.
She soothed his soul, fed his heart, they were a terrific we.
They dated solid for a year, two months and a day.
Then he left her behind to try and make a living.
It was difficult for both, but they knew it was the best.
He hung on tightly when he said goodbye, wanting to stay.
She was so loving, perfect for him, spiritual, and giving.
They have been married for twenty years now, a good enough test.
I didn't plan to love her
She bombarded her way into my life,
I wasn't ready at all!
I wanted nothing to do with her,
She wanted me to give her more.
In, she would step and out, I would go.
We danced, the shouldn't we, should we dance,
For days, for months and then for weeks, too and fro.
I couldn't stand her sight, she loved mine.
One day for a moment, just one, I am sure,
everything changed when I finally looked at her.
We sat and we chatted, we fought and we laughed,
She knew my secrets, and spilled hers too.
Love was growing, not what I wanted,
but what was I to do?
The months started to skip and the days started to dream,
Love started to flower with lazy summer days spent,
In winter we wrapped ourselves up together,
When autumn started, we decided we would be forever.
Its been more than ten years
since she caught me with her smile so bright,
in fact seventeen years, has seen her as my wife.
Though falling in love was not my first idea,
those first days, we made sure to sort out our worst.
Now each day, each morning and night
I love to sit staring into the eyes of my wife
To love her isn't easy, it has come with tears too,
But to love without her would be impossible to do.
To love her makes my life complete,
I used to wonder where I would be if we didn't meet?
So glad I don't have to wonder, alone and empty, I know.
I love falling for her each day even more,
through wrinkles and aches, love grows as older we grow.
Dated - 02 July 2019
Beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
lamenting, veneration, muse divine
weakness of mind, love is my illusion
incidental rendezvous, delusion?
my dear, recall our ten idyllic hours
smelt the perfumed air of country flowers
bright your aura, impulsed a dark desire
breathtaking, you captivate and inspire
empath, know me, from marrow to the bone
blue bells hear the daisies whisper, atone
solemn moon, rheumy eyes, opalescent
spectre do tarry with me, you present?
extinguished, I blew out your mortal flame
my unnatural desires were to blame
sleep beauty, keeper of secrets, divine
beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
Placed First with thanks
Dated: 31/07/2019
Theme: My dear
Sponsor: Lu Loo
10 Words: weeping willow, supine, lamenting, veneration, weakness, ten, idyllic, aura, empath, incidental
pop ups appear on my screen
annoying me
who are you voting for?
This is America
I do not have to tell anyone
new pop ups
Can we ask you a question?
no
And please stop popping up
The more I see your logo
The less likely I am to ever get a loan from you guys
pop ups slide from the left
pop ups slide from the top
pop ups, pop ups, pop ups.
Give me the old-fashioned typewriters
Where you got to type everything sixty-five times
and use white paint in seventeen places where you had an error.
My eyes roll back as I remember this frustrating task.
I have not even amused myself with this one.
I use my computer, spell check and grammar check.
Welcoming the pop ups.
I have something to say and it isn't just talk.
We lost an actor who was named Peter Falk.
He always beat the bad guy at the end of each show.
Falk did an excellent job as Lieutenant Columbo.
His acting ability left many fans in awe.
He also did a great job in 'The in-laws'.
I began watching Columbo in 1989 at the age of seventeen.
The first show that I watched was the one with the guillotine.
His health deteriorated and it was too much for this brave man to sustain.
Before he died, he couldn't even remember Columbo because he was in such pain.
Peter Falk starred as Columbo from 1968 to 2003.
He was a great actor and I hope everyone agrees.
(DEDICATED TO PETER FALK WHO DIED JUNE 23, 2011.)
Curse the Sun for its demise
She was only seventeen
but so much older than the rest
She knew naiveté
She knew it did not last
She sold up on the girl
and gave a woman's glance
Then the world was a token
The stars bitter broken
She gave to levity
To dam the damned from running free
How dare the blinding Sun rise
She was only twenty-one
with more future than a past
She looked up and she looked low
She paced the present fast
Then the earth stood still
The stars became a thrill
She took from far below
Where nakedness and shadows grow
The Moon soothed the Sun's lies
and gave a glow of what had been
She could flee but didn't run
She was only twenty-three
Let her hear.
Let her see.
Let her feel.
Let her be.
As sure as seventeen is the square root of two hundred eighty-nine,
I want to share a New Year’s resolution of mine.
I am now deep in debt, and it is not a bit funny.
I want to land a job that will make me lots of money.
Debt collectors call me on the phone every day.
They say I am behind, and they demand that I pay.
I find it awfully difficult to stay afloat.
There are plenty of friends of mine in the same boat.
Landing a new job will be a process of trial and error.
Just the thought of the hunting shakes me with terror.
I know I will be in for one hell of a time.
If that does not work, I can always resort to crime.
I loved you the first day
I saw those big brown eyes blinking,
taking in your first moments of life.
Not a tear nor a little scream,
you seemed sheltered in my arms.
That was the day I promised to keep you safe and warm.
I remember your attempts to call for me,
gradually turning into 'daddy, daddy, daddy.'
First crawling like a caterpillar, following my every step,
to walking and grabbing my legs.
There you would be waiting at the door,
always knew when daddy would come home from work.
Telling me you loved me and I was your hero,
as you ran around in your fairy princess dresses.
I promised to make all your dreams come true.
I remember the smiles, tears and laughter,
our special song we sang together -
although you didn't know the words, still you sang along -
now your voice is like a melodious nightingale.
Every time you would fall, always looked towards me,
I would come running and raise you to the sky.
Wiping your tears, spreading those imaginary wings,
but in my heart hoping you would never learn to fly.
When I fell, trials of your father, I kept inside,
hoping you would not see my pain nor the burdens.
Guess you will never know the sacrifices of your father.
How quick you grew, all tall and hair full of locks and curls.
Slowly daddy, turned into dad and being your taxi!
Now you say you are seventeen and you think you know it all,
but you do not realize, you'll always be a baby in my eyes.
If only you could see through your father's eyes.
Sometimes you do not understand why I say no,
and those mini tantrums never last too long.
I know in the future it will all make sense.
You dream about studying far, far away,
travelling this wild, crazy, mysterious world.
Yet, I know every road you venture upon,
one of them will lead you back home.
When days are sunny,
you smile sweetly, walking headstrong,
but when there is thunder and rain clouds follow -
those sweet brown eyes always turn to me -
always ending in 'thank you for being my daddy.'
Adding to the millions of 'I love you more.'
Little do you know that is impossible.
Silent One
5 October 2020
3/22/15
Once again
Everything eventually comes to an end
Anytime, not just through the months ahead
What good is it to just pretend?
The recipe
For longevity
Was a secret remedy
And one of the ingredients was sesame
Allegedly
The temperature was seventeen
And I had a full head of steam
Because of something they said to me
But I let it be
Coincidentally
What was done next was carried out with discrepancy
The house was squalid
And barely solid
But the place had a draw of solace
There was a tree that was an almond
And a black cauldron
Which contained knowledge
In a stew made with the involvement of olives
By: Dalton Ogletree