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Beyond the blinding city light,
Far from the prying eyes of men,
Alone there laid a maiden white:
A ghost among the living night
So still and silent was her pallid face,
No tale of terror could her eyes now tell;
All signs of pain and sadness seemed erased,
Although her beauty hadn’t yet effaced
Without a friendly touch to ease her fears,
The darkness stole another guiltless soul;
Without a mother’s hand to dry her tears,
A flame went out that would have lasted years
The grassy veil she slept upon – the casket where she stayed,
Although no mourners came to grieve, bemoaning tragedy,
And not a pebble from the ground could for her stone be saved,
As Time’s swift wings took up her soul and nature dug her grave.
Don't you ever think I'm not always there with you , I hear every word you say and see everything you do..
I know it must be hard growing up without me there, but I'm not really gone that far I'm actually very near..
Remember I once told you your daddy's little girl , and I love you more than anything in the world..
Well it's still true I'm still there even though you don't see , and you can still tell me all your worries no one else can hear but me..
I know I was very sick and slept a lot before i left , and I understand its a time that you try and forget.. But if you close your eyes and remember the funny happy times we had, and know that Even in heaven I will always be your dad..
It's not right I know cause you don’t deserve to grow up without me there, and the hand we've been dealt in life can hurt and be unfair..
I wasn’t there to help you buy your first car, but know that I’m always beside no matter where you are..
Understand I have my ways of doing things and you will realise , that ur daddy is still protecting still holding ur hand and kissing your cheek when you cry..
I will often send you messages so you know I'm still there with you , and if you look a little harder you will see them too..
Just remember this and don't ever forget you will always have a dad, no one no where theres nothing that will change all the love we have ...
Quiet Please
I was born and grew up on the relatively quiet side of the planet. Nevertheless, there was a train line right through the heart of town.
And there were also cotton gins, tractors, and lots of farm machinery.
Obviously, we were not exactly 'noise free'; but basically, the noise I heard most were an occasional barking dog, crickets, bull frogs, and rooster crows.
After high school, I relocated to a very large northern city by a great lake. Suddenly, all my familiar noises of crickets, frogs, and roosters were gone.
Without warning, the sounds of combines and crop dusting planes disappeared They were replaced by commuter buses, automobile horns, sirens, and garbage trucks.
In my late 20's, I moved again to a large western city by the Bay and the Pacific. There, for 30 days, my family and I resided in a motel embraced by a street car rail line. Also there, we were annoyed by rap and rock from loud radios, and more sirens. But also there, we slept sweetly by the ocean waves and fog horns; gentler noises.
03082017 PS Contest, The Noises, Shadow Hamilton
The old man on my nursing shift,
held my hand with such a grip.
We both knew he was at death's door.
Would see his kith and kin no more.
I called for the priest, so ironic.
For a Prodestant, not such a tonic.
The rest of the patients slept sound.
While this old man was heaven bound.
His chest rattled, his breathing deep.
How better to depart while still asleep.
I softly spoke, said "Don't be afraid."
Not long after, he was in his grave.
I was but a student nurse then.
But a great life's lesson I had learned.
Physical touch is what's needed most,
when life departs and we become a goast.
There was man named Garrison,
and he lived the good life,
flush with that big trust-fund money,
he hungered for the night,
for booze and bodies tight,
the finest clubs were his domain,
his bar tabs were truly insane,
his one-night stands were numerous,
the affairs always light.
He was technically a lawyer
in his father’s old firm,
was kept on mostly for his name,
got more money to burn,
deserved not what he ‘earned,’
his condo was a bachelor pad,
wis many friends thought it was rad,
the women came and women went,
an ever-constant churn.
But Garry saw no problem here,
he was ‘living the dream,’
ladies and drugs, mountains of cash,
the dreams of quiet teens,
a hit in every scene…
but his father just sighed and said,
“Keep it up and you’ll end up dead.”
Still Garry saw no issue with
enjoying his own green.
Though as he went through his twenties
he noticed a strange thing,
every time he lived it on up,
less pleasure did it bring,
less fun in every fling,
it was fun but not as intense,
at fist this did not make much sense,
he’d always so enjoyed this life,
now it wasn’t working…
And worse still was the growing pain
that he’d feel the next day,
sometimes it made him stop to ask
if he wanted to play,
Or at home should he stay?
He had achieved what most men want,
a wild life that he could flaunt,
so then why, when being honest,
did he no longer crave?
And then one day at twenty-eight
his friends wanted to drink,
the thought of it made his bones hurt,
so away he did slink,
depressed, needing to think...
looked at his life, what did he see?
Pregnancy scares and STDs,
and a handful of nights he’d slept
off his drunk in the clink.
Nothing to show for all his fun,
nothing that could impress,
the world did not care that he had
dropped many a tight dress,
everything seemed a mess,
and worst of all, he’d no savings,
he’d always blown through everything,
while his brother had made partner,
Garry himself felt less.
He would soon drift far from his friends,
far from the debauchery,
felt like a stranger in his own life,
some sort of refugee,
his path he could not see…
What was life now? He couldn’t say,
what once was clear now seemed so gray,
he wondered if this was adulthood,
searching for what to be…
When I was a kid, my county was 'dry'; meaning that alcoholic beverages could not be purchased legally. But there was always plenty of it, because there were home-made stills, and the next county was 'wet'. In my home, it was often seen in the refrigerator, especially on weekends. Seems my occasional stares and curiosity would never end until one day, looking all around less I get caught, I could resist no longer. One sip and I knew that I had never tasted anything stronger. I did not see smoke, but my head must have become a fiery furnish shooting flames from every exit point in my little body. I wondered how anyone enjoyed drinking such wild fire. One sip set my feet racing away from any future desire.
I never saw grandma drink; Mama, once in a while; daddy, every weekend. Some people did bad things when they consumed alcohol; daddy slept a lot. Seems he was nicer toward us, always saying, "I'm going out west where the eagles build their nest". I guess he only desired to go west when he was drinking, because he never moved.
Other than put my daddy to sleep, alcohol served no good purpose in our home. Strong drink consumption and smoking perhaps contributed to his early demise at 58. No, I think that alcohol was a curse and a terrorist that never did anything good in my community. When drinking, people were loud and fought like cats and dogs. Like fools, men drove their cars faster, or staggered all over town acting like clowns. We say that people get high when they drink alcohol, but seems to me they always go low, and sink to the bottom.
Alcohol is one of the greatest abusers; and it is unashamedly villainous. The opinions expressed are my own. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
10152017 PS Contest, Alcohol, TS *Proverbs 20:1
I held you in my arms for the very first time,
Elated my son was perfect, he was simply sublime.
New life that I had pushed into the world,
Precious baby, oh how my emotions whirled.
With light blonde hair and eyes of blue
I fell in love the very second I saw you
Home from hospital, oh how our lives changed
Took its toll on us - our sleep pattern rearranged!
It is quite challenging getting used to being a new mum
I wouldn’t have changed a moment with my precious son
Everyday you flourished I was amazed how quickly you grew
Crawling, walking ,talking there was always something new
I was very lucky and didn’t get the baby blues
You were so adorable, didn’t have the terrible twos
You adored reading books and sitting next to me
Friends would come to visit and you’d play happily
You slept with your teddy he was called ‘Blue’
We had a duplicate teddy...but you never knew!
How quickly the years passed, oh how time flies
It’s over twenty years since I sang you lullabies
From toddler to teenager you were our pride and joy
I am truly blessed to have such an amazing boy
At school you thrived and passed your qualifications
Then worked in computers, traveling to far off locations
Now you are away from home studying for your degree
When you graduate the proudest mum in the world will be me!
You fill our lives with laughter and joy,
I love you so much my wonderful boy.
Contest: My Lovely Child
Sponsor: LuLoo
02~09~16
a crack of thunder
shatters the silence
and a flash
of lightening
crosses the sky
it is you comming to me
after so much time
my lands are very thirsty
and my valleys very dry
why is it so long
for your visit
my beautiful loving sky
cover me with your clouds
and rain before passing by
send your violent torrents
through desert floors
and flood
cool me with your wind
give me all your love
before you go away
is there nothing i can do
can't i make you stay
with a little something blue
look at desert flowers and colors
i have brought
look at desert land scape
after water and dirt have fought
look at creatures living
that slept under the ground
feel that feeling living
ever scence you came around
but, look at clouds dancing
twards the eastern side of the sky
your final winds are blowing
and i'm to dry to cry
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
These crickets drive me crazy.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
They keep me up all night.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
My neighbor says they're peepers*
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
But I don't think he's right.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
I'm tossing and I'm turning.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
I haven't slept a wink.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
Invading all my brain cells,
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
They will not let me think.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
It's peaceful in the country
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
If crickets don't converse.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
The city has its sirens
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
But cricket chirps are worse.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
I'm waiting for the winter.
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
And man, the time does creep!
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
When crickets take vacation,
Ch-ch. Ch-ch.
So I can get some sleep!
* tiny frogs
"Oh, woe is me," so long, my words have slept
Where once they freely frolicked in the light
Dark shadows past and present danced in step
Now darkness shrouds them from this poet's sight
I see the countless colors of twilight
I sat in silence as the seasons changed
I've felt an inner peace in soft moonlight
Somewhere in there, the words became estranged
Yet, I know some will say I am deranged
That words just simply do not go to sleep
I hope when they awake, they've rearranged
In verses rhythmic, colorful, and deep
Some days when urges come, the words do not
I wonder, "Do you think it is the pot?"
by Daniel Turner