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I loved the times when our family was young…everyone under the same roof…
I felt we were invincible…indestructible…I felt we were shatterproof.
That feeling is often tested over the years…as many parents have known…because one day you turn around…and your once young children are grown.
There was a time when it was easy to get our family together…when the family was complete…We’d open the front door and holler…”Hey everyone…it’s time to eat!”
But when children grow up and move away…when they’re living behind different doors…hollering, “It’s time to eat!” doesn’t complete the family anymore.
Now we still make plans to get together…and we hope the family’s complete…when we sit around the table and say…”It’s time to eat!’.
But that’s not always the case…it seldom goes according to plan…so we’ve learned to grab parts of our family…whenever…wherever we can.
We recently got together with two of our three children and one of our four grandchildren…there were smiles on our faces even though our other son and other grandchildren were all in different places.
I know they would have joined us…if only they were able…
but alas…when we all sat down to eat…there were only five of us at the table.
But in a way we all were there…the family sitting in front of me…and the family I could not see…because I’ve found, over the years, my family goes everywhere with me.
On those rare occasions we are all together…I love to sit back…smile and stare…and if anyone is missing…I love to sit back and imagine them there.
It’s not quite the same I know…but immediately after they all grew….I learned to enjoy who’s here and imagine the rest…because that’s what parents do.
It’s the way I keep my family complete…
when we can’t be together under the same roof…
it’s my way of keeping our family invincible…
indestructible
my way to keep them shatterproof.
But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children
come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God
belongs to such as these.”
—Luke 18:16 NIV
WHAT’S HAPPENED TO JORDAN
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof
that a kid with sideways horns, pawing hoof,
saw the masses using imperfect tongues
with elbow grease, praising God with their lungs.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof
that letting the children come, is no goof…
that glancing behind, the aisles were well lit
with eyes and ears saint-bright; faithful, tight-knit.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof.
He pounds on the drums. He’s raising the roof.
He concurs with youth. Ears incline to him.
He married Wisdom. They’re verve is a hymn.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof -
though he stumbled, God made him shatterproof.
And as the saying goes, “God don’t make junk.”
No whiskey in hand - only Spirit-drunk.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof
that his progeny, raised right - not aloof.
He’s raising young men with Christian morals.
Hero, on white horse, unsung with laurels.
Shatterproof
This is not the only time,
When I could not think of what to write.
So I simply close my eyes
And dream of you throughout the night.
You passed the test, you’re picturesque,
You are the taker of my breath.
My fantasies have all come true,
The boyhood dream of something blue.
Something borrowed, something old,
Something otherworldly and something new.
All I have is all I need,
All I ever wanted was a wife like you.
Because I’m…
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
My boyhood dreams have whole new meanings,
The boyhood dreamer, just keeps on dreaming.
Throughout my life, I’ve had this wish;
To find a wife and live in bliss.
To find someone to share my kiss with;
To find someone to help me raise my kids.
I just wanted someone to hold,
Someone to keep me warm in the cold.
Someone to simply hold my hand,
Someone to simply understand.
And now I’m…
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
No-one can harm me except you;
No-one else can make me blue like you do.
No-one else can have my heart;
I gave it to you, in exchange for love.
My other half is so profound;
The only one who could bring me down.
Her Indoors means the one I love,
The one who helped me complete this ode.
The joy I feel is so unreal,
It’s better than anything before.
The love you show I know is for real,
I offer you my heart and soul.
Because I’m
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
We seem to be in cycle of bad luck,
And with the number of broken mirrors that I have noticed lately,
Not counting car mirrors, (I hope they don't count),
Because if they do we will be in a seven year cycle of bad luck,
Til forever.
I wonder if that is the cause.
All I know is that life seems so fragmented these days,
And if some of us didn't know how to sew things together,
Make our own glue,
Know how to battle it out with a roll of cello tape,
Tie a deal together,
Run a telephone tree,
Have a magnetic personality,
Or have reliable contacts in the glass industry,
The size of our paddle would not matter.
So please stop smashing mirrors,
Until we can find a suitable replacement for glass,
That is both shatterproof and environmentally friendly,
And make it soon,
As each day the battle with cello tape becomes a little bit harder.
String is no longer as strong as it used to be
The cracks are appearing faster than I can paper over them,
Five-minute jobs are almost non existent,
And people keep standing on the glass,
Before I can pick it all up.
I have tried google for a solution but mirrors must get broken,
In the virtual world too,
As the internet seems to be,
More fragmented each day,
And the broken glass there just as sharp.
"You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere." - Richelle Mead
Madonna and child
Lucille and Desi
Bogie and Bacall
Dr. King and Coretta
Heck, even Bonnie and Clyde!
Bonds that can't be shattered with a hammer
True love, right or wrong; just as sinewy,
transcending time and death!
Date written and submitted: 09/03/2019
Writing challenge 1- September 2019 - 8 Line Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode (Winner: 2nd Place)
Checked with PS Grammar Checker
Farewell,
Depression,tension and extreme obsession,
Life has taught me many lessons,
People that come and stay for a season,
Usually impact me for a particular reason,
Goodbye to the negative ones that still wallow,
Emotional black holes that feed on what's hollow,
Voids never fill when one gets stuck in the same place,
This mountain of mine I refuse to NOT face,
My entire existence is more than this mess,
I have decided to put on a spiritual vest,
Just like the Israelites that took 40 years for an 11 day trip,
I refuse to be caught up by this exaggerated grip,
Awareness along with clear observation,
Is the first step to preservation,
Now guarded with my shatterproof shield,
while walking right into the abundance field,
transforming ones thinking changes the way,
One interrupts each moment and every single day,
Walking on water can be easily done,
Once you finally get out of that old boat and simply just run,
Thawing out from a frozen stage,
Leaving behind that old tattered page,
Blank sheets await, writing a new tale,
Aboard my new pristine ship,
I once again say my farewells.
Written:12-25-11
contest: new begining
Sabina Nicole
The cold and gloomy weather upon us
Like a shroud of humdrum bitter harshness
Gives us cause to look inward for solace
Stirring up dormant passion to harness
As approaches the day of Thanksgiving
Reserved to express heartfelt gratitude
With joy we count every single blessing
Readjust as needed our attitude
In front of heaped bounty we sit and feast
With our family under a warm roof
Safe from perilous harm from man or beast
Appreciating luck isn't shatterproof
Not taking for granted our good fortune
Thankful every day free of misfortune
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE & JACK HORNE - RANKED 9TH
A silo water casket scintillates glow
Green sea-weed blanket, bright red and yellow.
Pebbles and gravel, in a crystalline show.
Fizzing of bubbles the aquatic-air combo.
A vista of motion, flashes a rainbow.
A bunch of humans thrown, in the confined gizmo.
Dull green eyes, swim an ocean pseudo.
The drift of life, it's all real although.
The wriggle of fins, of the snooty goldfish.
The ripple of gills, of the elite angelfish.
The humble jellyfish, and the snail all sluggish.
The crabs and corals, the intricate gimmicks.
Each and every home marvels marine mimics.
Our penthouse aquarium of ornamental beauty
We all are sealed in our filial duty.
Unbreakable, shatterproof, cocktail glass of captivity...
Mundane activity, glows in endless sanguinity.
Then one day, motionless fish in sea..
will be flushed out, quarantined to liberty...
will swim across free ....the ocean of eternity.
Placed First in Brian Standard Jan2019 Contest
bitter crackling of seashells,
the sand sinking beneath her feet, the tide
boiling with screaming lobsters,
nettled nightmares,
even as the calm umbrella’d shore
teases sanity.
a white dress believes all it’s told.
the groom grips a broomstick.
measures years with red and black lipstick.
holds
the neck
lightly,
but still, the chastising wring,
the storm chasing, the wind whipping,
shatterproof windows hang by their hinges,
flapping.
sour-aromatic shells on splintered floor
seen through binoculars,
wide lense of a buffoonery cartoon,
desperate tongue licks
to adhere two or three pieces.
on her knees, wooden needles stitch
back and forth zigzag,
face plant of contusions.
twilight brings stars, gathers
the haloed angels in her arms,
tosses them into the dark sky.
the wings awaken an army.
a scroll becomes their carpet
of stairs, studded
with answered prayers.
her groom with sparkling teeth,
soft rose petals pressed
in her open palm,
a diamond-eyed fool -
she loves him.
1/20/2019
Sponsor - Silent One
the bottle bounced,
said shatterproof.
kids have to do it
more than once.
mom’s countenance
shatterproof -
probably laughed
behind the scenes.
more likely created
creases, mad lines.
when our kids
don’t show up
on time -
when the watch
ticks slowly
fear growing…
anger ticking,
if relieved
by the doorknob
jiggling…
shatterproof,
no explosion,
just quiet,
sheer silence,
no glance,
no hello
when ya know
you’ve completely
screwed up
shatterproof
at remembrance,
when your kids
likewise
turn the key
recklessly
if they’ve made it
home, you sigh
with relief,
with epitome,
with resignation,
knowing they’re stepping
into the whole wide world
…have you made them
shatterproof?
tears at times
…when ticketed
…heartbroken
…pregnant
We survive
We are alive
S H A T T E R P R O OF
6/24/2023