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I wanted to stick out my chest
Rise tall and arch my back
Standing there listening to the fest hard pressed
To click my heels to this fiery soundtrack
So mesmerized and in love with Spanish Flamenco from afar
I was compelled to go to Madrid to become a dancer
As my ears were bound to the strings of Segovia's guitar
Portraying the pride and glory of Spanish Prancers
I found two spoons to replace castanets
And taped some change from my pocket to the bottom of my shoes
I clicked, stomped and tapped like a dervish - still wearing my sweats
Transported like a churchgoer that had too much booze
I opened my mouth to let the explosive wail blossom out
It sounded as if I were dying and in pain
Not like the Catalan singers that muse with their shouts
More like a cross between a howling puppy and an owl gurgling in the rain
Shocked! by the sound my adventure came to an end
As soon as the recording and I came to its conclusion
But with the love of it all I was ready to begin it all again
Except for hitting the floor and suffering a catastrophic contusion
It just goes to show that we can be anything we want
In the limits of time and well being
But calamity is destined for misplaced Debutantes
Whose grasp is vain and best judgement is fleeting
July 21, 2019
H.W. Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
I took my foot and kicked her out the door.
My wife decided not to be faithful anymore.
It really shocked and upset me when she took a lover.
I was enraged when I learned that it was my brother.
I treated her really good, just like a queen.
What those two did to me was obscene.
I wasn't just betrayed by one loved one, I was betrayed by two.
Packing her bags and kicking her out was something I had to do.
Now she and my brother are expecting a child.
When I think of it, I see red and nearly go wild.
My nephew will be a symbol of how I was betrayed.
I can't stand to live near them, I'm going to move away.
What those two did to me was a horrible sin.
When I leave, I never want to see them again.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
Poems I wrote saying what changed me
some sort of unseen sabotage come at me hard
shattered parts
undone
wiped clean
pushed back to start
raped me left me
imprisoned cagey
question marks hang over strangely
shocked by betrayal
locked in to hell
can’t say what happened
left for dead flattened
each person let me down
Confidence and will drowned
bullied isolated
hurting violated
mates family work frustrated
forced to take up arms and brawl
no one to talk to or share my thoughts
work was war
mates onslaught
family tore
no rest just duel
stood in the lobby looking at the door realising I had no one at all,
literally, sickened me,
a feeling inside had died
I’d never asked for help before
and never had I needed it more,
unbelievable circumstances
what’s the chances
everyone I’d ever known
not prepared to help
and had let it be known,
he'll snap out of it if you leave him alone,
no one liked me no one cared
conflicts everywhere I stared,
and everyone was bossing me
talking down from on top of me,
thinking I’m stupid they bullied gave orders
I must carry out with threats hurled,
assuming my mood was put on,
aware I look weak but didn't believe
separately at the same time they pushed on,
snap out of it joke humiliation,
the person i had been was gone,
submissive still they carried on
beat a man when he’s down with no protection,
repeatedly, hounds,
remember days I didn’t speak,
“he’s in a bad mood” sarcastically,
just nod acknowledge stand and breathe
it’s all an act they’d say to me
too late by the time they’d see change in me
never again see me
a decade on I’m finally rearranging me
it took a lot of people to leave me defeated
I saw you across the room
You were with my best friend
Dancing to a slow song -Harvest Moon
You held her tightly in your arms
Then planted a passionate kiss
Oh Its My Party and i will cry if I want to
Cry if I want to and I did
I was deeply hurt and shocked
If You Could Read My Mind
You would know my hurtful thoughts
Oh my heart aches so badly
So your friend came up to me
He spoke calmly softly
He called me Blue Angel
Said he would never leave me
Feelings he had for me was strongBlue Bayyou
Strong feelings for me
He said "Together we would go
to the BlueBayou where the
sailboats go a float int Blue Bayou
Alas, I shall never be a Shakespeare, that's for sure.
I'm content to plug along and just remain obscure.
Some folks boast about the number of poems they concoct,
But the quality of their writes often leave me shocked!
Rather than quantity I truly strive for quality in my verse,
Hoping to enrich my readers, yet adding nothing to my purse.
If I have any poetic talent at all, I give Him all the thanks,
And am very content to remain in the anonymous ranks.
I write not for glory but to leave a legacy for my kith and kin.
If I can elicit emotions in my verse I'll remain content within.
When my poetical journey is o'er this can be etched upon my stone:
"Here lies a passionate poet who was content to be unknown!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to start
they've told me I've got cancer and it's torn my world apart
they told me they could treat it, but they had to operate
I asked them "what's my chances" they said "that's down to fate"
I had to tell my husband, which really didn't bode to well
he'd already been through so much, this news would seem like hell
he said, "please don't leave me, you are my life, my wife, my soul"
"don't worry darling, I'll be back" I'll be there when you call
I had to get my act together, I wanted to stay strong
to leave my husband all alone, to me that just seemed wrong
so I made myself a promise, that I would return back home
no matter what the outcome, he would not be on his own
well, I survived the cancer treatment, and that's a big relief
but then my husband had an episode, that shocked us beyond belief
they took him to the hospital, they told him, there's no doubt
you've got a major blockage, and we've got to take it out
they said once they'd cut him open, they found to their dismay
my husband, he'd got cancer, it's one we could not take away
my world just collapsed around me, I'd no more strength to give
especially when they told me, he'd only three months left to live.
Line of inquiry,
Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap, no
Illusions therin entrap, in the time streched
Pause we see ego craving is a mousetrap
Unseeking seeker.
In a lapse? A pause..? A slap? Of surfaces
Displacing air.' I was shocked.' By impact my mind laid bare.' Is some force; there? I
Cannot call by voice, I have decided thus that is my choice ' yet to ask in the spirit that, ephemeral lives..Where death is past.'
And heaven gives.' Gives what I question is
Life just a dream.? By the master poet who
Tends to go un-seen.' Darkness to Him is light i have read, this challenges the elemental teachings, perhaps it causes dread.? And yet He has spoken.' And i have
Heard.' In the place between reason and divination, so I wrote some words; because
He informed me..Just put something down
I will see it will happen, this universe is His one horse town.' And i have learned despite
Polaritys.' And determination of minds.' There is a place..( that you will find ) not by
Careful observation.' And ahead of spite..He will come from where He comes from.' Though you doubt? These dark nights)
I stood hidden in the shadows, watching
as Salome, clad in flowing veils, gyrated
to the music, exuding sensual richness.
Herod leered drunkenly at her vibrant body.
Overcome by uncontrolled lusty desire
he promised her anything that she wished for
and, prompted by her evil mother, she asked
for the head of John the Baptist on a plate.
Reluctantly, all eyes on him, including guests,
he was compelled to grant her strange request.
I stood hidden in the shadows, watching.
The condemned man was dragged outside
and roughly bundled to the floor, unresisting,
held by the executioner’s steely grasp
whose dagger swiftly slit his life away.
An old woman clasped her head between her hands,
shocked and fearful at the sight of oozing blood,
in horror listening to the janitor’s final bidding.
The keen young maiden held a gold container
ready to receive the freshly severed head
of an innocent man. The old woman cried, in vain.
I stand hidden in the shadows, watching the years
roll by, a silent witness within a gilded frame.
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Within a Gilded Frame: A masterpiece by Caravaggio
“The Beheading of St John the Baptist” prominently
displayed in St. John’s Co-Cathedral, Valletta, Malta.
© paul callus ~ 13th May 2016
Six numbers on the screen
I am sure they look familiar
The birthdays of loved ones
Chosen to make it simpler
I look again and rub my eyes
I'm sure there is no doubt
But where is the ticket?
Have i tossed it out?
My husband coming home from work
Is shocked to hear my news
We've got the winning numbers
Although we may just lose
I don't know where the ticket is
My husband starts to scout
Where did you last have it?
I must have tossed it out!
Bewildered I retrace my steps
And think of where I've been
Just as I give up all hope
I find it in the bin
The crumpled ticket found
I start to scream and shout
A luxurious life awaits me
To think I almost tossed it out!!
If you ever visit South Wales do go and see
The location of what was an awful tragedy
Famous for the wrong reasons the town of Aberfan
Suffered an unspeakable horror that was caused by man.
On the twenty first of October at nine fifteen
Was the worst mining disaster that Wales had ever seen
A spoil tip that had been piled high just above the town
Was loosened by rainwater and came crashing down.
Pantglas junior school was just below in its path
Children ready for lessons at their desks' they were sat
The tip hit the school a hundred and forty four died
When the news was released the whole nation cried.
Volunteers came and they dug down quite deep
The teachers and children were already 'asleep'
A farmhouse and cottages with people inside
They too lost their lives in the thundering mudslide.
In the horrific events twenty five did survive
Were found by the rescuers shocked but alive
Painful memories they have of what happened that day
It's a terrible burden they carry that won't go away.
A memorial garden marks the spot where they died
And on a hillside they're buried side by side
Their little white markers are harrowing to see
A stark reminder of that awful tragedy.
(Dedicated to all those who lost their lives at
Aberfan on that fateful morning of 21st October 1966)
Written on 21st November 2017.