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Running Alone
Within a crowded world, I lived my life alone.
Some dreams were fulfilled in unexpected ways.
Often, I believed I’d found my true calling,
yet reality unfolded differently.
I existed in the sheltered confines of my truth—
the road, the pain, the silent games of survival
in a sometimes hateful America.
Disappointment etched on faces,
three years to secure a decent job,
odds and ends to make ends meet.
I recall an agency assignment:
a two-year-old toddler without ears.
Her white parents, handed a challenge,
failed to change their ways.
When lunchtime arrived, they said,
“Step outside to eat; we’re Jewish.”
I listened, smiled, and walked away,
never to return.
Racism, pain, and low expectations—
I vowed that no white person would feel
what I felt that day. I quit the agency,
guided by my grandfather’s wisdom.
Sanity demanded distance from those
who’d deny my humanity.
And so, I moved forward,
my black hands never again touching
that white baby.
For I had lived my life alone,
seen it, and flushed it from my mind.
In this world of bigots,
I stood firm, resilient, and unyielding.
A bigot, intolerant of differing beliefs,
could not break my spirit.
In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray
As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets
Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under
Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks
His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck
What sort of creatures ought we to be
not those who choose to live in solitude
but twas the path of my journey long ago
when time and place ruled me unworthy
My hand causing ripples in a flowing stream
unaware of eyes that beheld me in reverie
He watched and smiled and later told me
he thought I was a fairy, and he in a dream.
Captured was his heart for me, he had won mine
Tis glad I am, the desire in his eyes drew me in
Twas years, decades, or was it only moments ago
when first the spell of love cast its net over us.
And ere since that day beside the silver stream,
we've been woven together, braided like twine
I lie beside you now, in the dawning of light
watching you breathe in peaceful slumber
Your chest rises with each beat of your heart
and I am powerless in my need to touch you
Gently, do I trace the line of your stubble jaw
You stir, and I smile in anxious anticipation
waiting for you to open your lidded amorous eyes
and feel your loving arms as they reach out for me
Each day I rouse you thus, because you awakened me
from an obscure dark dormancy of a different kind
You saw in me a glimpse of a sequestered light
bathed me in love until my soul was polished
No finer wish could I ever hope to have fulfilled
then to have the riches of a treasure such as you
Afraid to sleep ere I should wake to find myself
at the stream, and you, my paramour, the dream.
Life was hard when growing up cus I was poor.
Farm work always needed doing, chore after chore,
wearin' hand-me-downs, never gettin' new toys.
No time for playin' with friends, like other boys.
They made fun of me for pickin' melons and corn,
but it was the world into which I had been born.
It wasn't easy gettin' by, those days in the South,
especially when they called me, 'Melon Mouth.'
There was a road that passed by our farmland
where I sold our crops in a little wooden stand.
Folks pedaled on shiny bikes and passed me by
until one day a girl fell off hers and began to cry.
I picked her up and made sure she was alright.
She said, "I'm okay, but that gave me a fright!"
She'd hit a rock and her bike landed on a stump,
causing a tire to go flat, but I had an air pump.
She asked why she'd never seen me ridin' around,
so, I told her I didn't have a bike to get into town.
She frowned and thanked me, then on she rode,
I kicked at the dirt and felt as gawky as a toad.
A week or so later, I saw her riding a new bike.
It looked sleek and fast; the kind that I would like.
She nodded and smiled, so I smiled right back.
Yeah, that red bike had it all. Nothin' did it lack.
Mom said I'd had a visitor when workin' in the field.
Somethin' left for me beneath a tarp, concealed.
Quickly, I lifted the cover, gasped then exhaled
when I saw the girl's old bike. All words failed!
I found out that she had become my new neighbor.
Together, we fixed up the bike. It took lots of labor.
I fell in love with that girl, whose name was Helen,
when she said she could eat a whole watermelon.
She helped me paint the frame, melon rind green.
It was the coolest lookin' bike that I'd ever seen!
Cardboard melon slices with seeds behind the spokes
made the city boys keep teasin' me with lame jokes.
But I didn't care what cruel names they called me
because they suffered from green-eyed jealousy.
I had the prettiest girl in town riding at my side
and I knew when we grew up, she'd be my bride.
June 30, 2022
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination
Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Harold Peters led a very secret life
Totally hidden from his own dear wife
He didn’t work selling quality pork pies
Just another of his devilish devious lies
To conceal the fact when he wasn’t there
He worked in a circus as a dancing bear
He looked so genuine in his bear suit
All the punters thought him so cute
As he waltzed and stepped with skill and ease
That his performing bear never failed to please
And at the right time he would bark and growl
Causing some of the delicate to blub and howl
And show real true fear
Cos the bear was so near
Just an added piece of thrill
And fine tribute to Harold’s skill
He only got the job as a favour from a mate
When the pork pie factory finally shut its gate
And he needed money to make ends meet
But thanks to his skill and twinkling feet
Elmer the Educated Bear of Dance and Fame
Fast became a world known famous name
And Harold earned enough for a faster car
And smoke best thigh rolled Cuban cigars
But very best of all his own sweet wife
Enjoyed more of the better things of life
Inside his suit Harold smiled with glee
As he took his bow on one bended knee
Ah the pleasure and the joys
Giving fun to girls and boys
One last twirl and Harold’s away
Another dollar and another day
Tonight he though he really must try
To remember for his wife a small pork pie
She must never find out when Harold wasn‘t there
He was the World Freestyle Dancing Champion bear
And worst of all, she would think him rude
Cos inside his suit he was in dressed in the nude
Music drifted down all over me
From the apartment up above;
A piano piece from a symphony
Played with care and love.
I simply laid back and closed my eyes
Letting the music caress my soul.
By its beauty I was mesmerized;
Thanking the pianist was my goal.
I went upstairs one Saturday
And I knocked upon the door.
I heard the piano being played;
It was a Chopin score.
Then a little voice spoke to me;
Said, “I cannot let you in.
I’m all alone without Mommy
And I am only ten.”
I said, “I thought I heard a piano live;
It must just be from a tape.
I live in Apartment 2-0-5;
Sorry for my mistake.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, do I play too loud?
I practice every day.
I’m just trying to make my father proud;
Last year he passed way.”
“No, the music is truly beautiful;
I bet it makes your Daddy smile.
I just wanted to say ‘Thank you’
I’m enjoying it all the while.”
Later that night came a knock on my door;
I wondered who it could be.
I’d never had any visitors before –
It was that girl and her Mommy.
“I just wanted to say, ‘Thank you’
For the compliment that you gave.
Do you really think that what you said is true;
My Daddy is smiling from his grave?”
For years I listened to this prodigy
Perfecting her perfect gift;
Sometimes she played a tune just for me,
When my spirits needed a lift.
Last night I went to Carnegie Hall;
Got to sit with the V.I.Ps.
Her performance was welcomed with a great applause
And she smiled and bowed to me.
She grabbed my arm as I was walking home -
They had long since moved away -
She said, “You know, I never again felt left alone
Ever since you knocked on our door that day.”
I said, “I am sure that your Dad is proud,
And, if it’s okay, so am I.
I’ve never heard people cheer so loud.”
And, a tear came to her eye.
Murphy's Law
This law simply states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong;
if there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong,
and if anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
Captain Ed Murphy was right
when he said his famous line,
"If anything can go wrong, it will"
even when I did everything right
Friday, I asked you out
, and you answered yes so excitedly.
Prepared, I did it with enough cash
so you would not bail out.
On Saturday, I dressed smartly to look cool.
Little did I know I was a fool.
The new shirt I bought was inside out
and a large tear made me feel cool.
I arrived earlier than the agreed time
waiting on the side to see her arrive.
Arrive she did in sweat and smiles
Two hours later than the agreed time.
I asked her if we should get inside
only to be told she had a friend in tow.
A guy she introduced as a cousin smiled
causing shame and anger inside.
I showed them my sweetest smile
and offered to get food and drinks.
Bought two tickets at the counter,
and bought it with a Cheshire cat's smile.
I wanted to see a romantic movie
but the red string to another led me.
Brought the tickets, food, and drinks
to the booth with a slasher movie.
I told them to go look for seats,
for I will go to the loo first.
I walked away from the cinema,
but instead towards a taxi's seat.
I planned to go on a wonderful date,
ended instead on a lonely game.
Played all day inside an internet cafe
until the calendar changed date.
The only thing inside my mind,
who brings a cousin on an intimate date.
It changed something inside of me,
broke my heart, and changed my mind.
I don’t know where it all began?
But I know I’m a dead man
Woke up to find she poured brake fluid all over my van.
Now I’m ducking and dodging the frying pan
My head’s got a lump from a, what I thought was a miss aimed tuna can
I broke the woman’s cardinal rule
I shouldn’t have done it, I know, I know, I’m a fool
Now I’m going to get my ass kicked by an ass whipping mule
I ducked and left behind my front teeth wedged in a stool
I am standing in a blood pool
She should have worn out by now, she must be tired
But a burst of energy the woman’s gone wild
She’s cross eyed and crying like a child
Sh-t she just knocked out three teeth I shouldn’t have smiled.
Dam! she got me, I’m dizzy on my knees
Everything is going dark but I can hear my mouth begging please!
Now she got my nuts in a squeeze
And the only expression I can come out with is GEEZ!!!
There I was gramercy
A wild woman with not mercy
Had a knife in one hand and in the other my Percy
It all started when she asked me to help her friend spread fake tan lotion
Then she saw two hand prints on her friend’s ass and it sparked the commotion
She came at me like a locomotion
At the time she said she was overwhelmed by her emotion
I was battered beyond repair
When her friend came to the rescue, my cries of despair
And told my girlfriend “I bought them with the hands printed on this jean wear.”
I collapsed to the floor whispering “not fair”
Now they call me the $6000 dollar man
With a permanent print of a fish on the head from the tuna can
I see no Knight in shining armour
On his trusty steed
I can't see the local farmer or man of any
Colour or creed
Who would want a valentine like me
No man with any sense
Who would date a woman
Who's name is Hortense
Hortense stable is my unfortunate name
Not a good start
When you are in the waiting game
I have been waiting to be someone's Valentine
For a very long time
At school, when asked if I could play
The boys would shout Neigh, Neigh, Neigh
Go Hortense
And play the other side of the school fence
I would not mind so much
If I was tall and slim
Like a racehorse
Elegant and slim
I look more like a pony
A Shetland at that
Small round and podgy
Cuddly and fat
One day while out walking and feeling
Sorry for myself
All my friends were married and
I was still on the shelf
I suddenly felt dizzy
My head was spinning around
When I came to, I was
Laying on the ground
I felt someone's arms around me
Who said "are you alright, love?
Looking up, I saw a man
An angel from above
I said "thank you" as I got back on my feet
The man smiled kindly and said "this is an unusual
Way to meet"
He asked for my name, I did not reply
This strangers presence made me feel shy
He looked hesitant then began to speak
"I would like to see you again if you don't
Think I have a cheek. My name is Ned
Ned Trainer to be precise
Laugh if you like, I will still think you're nice."
"I would like to know your name
If you feel you are able."
Taking a deep breath she said
"My name is Hortense Stable."
Wrap your heart around the beautiful
Calming, soothing – in hues of joy,
Hope like nothing on earth can destroy…
Gentling the doubts, the confusion
With light that abides in the breathless
Portrayal of love, secreted in spirits
Who know that His life was the model
For our existence, our faith – our inspiration
Silencing worry and blessing with grace
Remember the moment when He smiled,
Speaking peace through your life,
Engaging your dreams with His encouraging
Stirring up passions, humbling, stunning
Miracles preventing the darkness
From obscuring the promises, the wishes
The everlasting peace, sweet serenity
Who abides inside the hearts, the minds
The souls of those who hear Him
When His voice trembles, echoing belief
Religion can never grasp the wonder
Love this alive, this electrifying – enlivening
Is more potent, more powerful, more mighty
Than any pleasure, any thrill, any desire…
This is love that is more than real – it is Him
The One who warms the spirit with joy,
Heartens the nature of those who adore Him,
Erases the temptations and revives the soul
With inspiration that bleeds through every fear,
Urging hearts to love beyond what we know…
With a love that only He can control – love
That is the author of my joy, the creator of my
Hope – the wisdom that I know is always
More brilliant than anything I might force
His love is the reason that I can honestly say
I know what it means to believe in grace
That is so wonderful it feels like –
God’s embrace!