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Written: March 8, 2012
Updated: August 15, 2012
Note: Sequel to An Evening at the Home
3:00 a.m. - There was a full moon, and all was well.
Restless, uneasy snoring in various pitches was the only music of the night.
Starched white uniforms did not dare wrinkle as the nurses moved from room to room.
Only the softest of tip-toeing was allowed.
Shoes did not dare make a sound against the cold floor.
Breath was held as long as it took to not disrupt the unexpected calmness.
No one knew that Joe and Wanda had "run off to Las Vegas" to get married.
Joe and Wanda knew that they had to "run off to Las Vegas" to get married.
They "ran" as far as the solarium.
Asleep, they each snored together restlessly.
5:00 a.m., Joe and Wanda received the sad news that they were not married.
5:05 a.m., they received the sad news that they were not in Las Vegas.
5:10 a.m. they were escorted back to their separate rooms.
5:15 a.m., they each snored separately.
7:00 a.m., they each woke up not remembering their own names.
8:00 a.m., Joe remembered his own name.
10:00 a.m., Wanda remembered hers.
10:30 a.m., Joe remembered Wanda's name.
Never again - Wanda remembered Joe's name.
Gail's note: To protect the privacy of those who have lived before us, the names have been fictionalized, and the events semi-fictionalized.
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
Before grandma went to sleep
and snored softly as a baby sheep,
I had a grand wish to become a prince
and marry in a castle a beautiful princess,
but to make it come true
I need some magic beans to make my idea dash,
and accomplish that foolish thing;
then a sudden thought too brash
made me do something
a good child wouldn't do:
I took those red and green magic beans that
she always kept in her neat dress chest!
When I tried to open it noiselessly,
I realized that I needed a key,
so as a slick thief, I looked for it....
and searching her leather purse, I found it:
there they were giving off a powerful shine
tempting me with their powerful allure;
and with avid hands short of divine,
I snatched them from that stylish couture!
As I looked back, grandma shouted,
" Hold it, hold it...little scoundrel! I heard
your light footsteps approaching my bed
and saw your quick fingers fumbling my purse! "
" You thought I was sleeping...didn't you? "
And ready to strike me with a pillow she continued,
" Magic beans are not made for children who
want more than they wish for..they could be a curse! "
Entered in Poet Destroyer's contest,
" Magic beans "
written by Andrew Crisci
on January 17, 2015
You came to me like a wish on a star,
I whispered, finally, here you are.
Your rhythm sang straight to my heart,
We shared a sandwich, a drink, a start.
I told myself, this will be okay,
But trust turned into rust and faded away.
Your smile grew wider and wider,
your baby blue eyes grew darker and darker,
You walked farther under the vast expanse of the sky.
You drank in whispers, only lies.
Was I the fool, or was it you?
Your storm of words, both false and true.
At work you danced; the world adored,
But I was handed a crooked sword.
The man I loved, my “forever,”
Faded like leaves in cruel weather.
You slept, you snored, you slipped from me,
Cheating with colors I could not see.
Crushed and hidden and snorted, they stole your fire,
While you accused me of the mire.
I crawled through dirt to bring your crown,
Yet you kept pressing, dragging me down.
The girl I was sank deep inside,
A broken doll with nowhere to hide.
Machines and lights became your affair,
I begged, don’t spend, but you didn’t care.
Leaves fell from the tree of your soul,
As poison swallowed you whole.
Food became art I couldn’t taste,
My body fading into waste.
You laughed a pitch that pierced my skin,
Admitting how you loved the pain you dragged me in.
Shattered dreams and ripped-up clothes,
I watched our love decompose.
Now I stare at the moon in its silver veil,
While you lie cold on a bed in jail.
I mourn the man you used to be,
Before you vanished into the sea.
I chose the light of a brand new day,
While you let the night take you away.
In the city of the living,
A place where all are breathing
Few miles away from the well-known barber shop
Down the road with an inclined slope
He laid down there underneath the bridge
Helpless, gasping for new air
The virus had long taken life from him
Only spared him his body and soul.
Dirt spread all over his body, he was a coal
He let it like that as he could not even skim.
Not to mention his hair,
as he laid there like he came out from a fridge.
Citizens had hearts of stone,
leaving him like that all alone.
Cars passing by, he was ignored,
they only laughed at the way he snored.
This had now become his life
It was his pain maker, peak of a knife.
Whenever he tried to wonder alone at night
Many knew he was up to no right,
Just trying to put food in his stomach
Before rushing to the hummock.
On a chilly night
while humanity snored,
love stormed
the world without a whisper.
With soft trumpet sound
Heaven chimed a melody,
pricking psychic ears.
Three men in the fields nudged
their flock, floated East
led by a winking star…
to a shack of manger.
Joy poured from their hearts,
gifts from their bags; heads Salaamed.
The thrilled night stilled
as the shepherds sailed back
under smiling stars,
rhyming with Heaven’s
tuneful song of the Lord:
Unto us a child is born;
Unto us a son is given...
It was on a chilly night
while humanity wintered
Love summered in a manger,
flooding the world with light.
© 2017 Celestine S Ikwuamaesi
I’M SO BORED
I’m so bored I think I snored and I’m not even asleep
I’m so bored I know I snored, no need for counting sheep
It’s like watching paint dry or watching grass grow
This day is going extremely slow
I may have lost my sanity today
Maybe I’ll find it on ebay
Maybe some pigs might fly away
I think I lost my sanity today
If you find it, please return it to my PO BOX address
Without it I’m a mess and I feel a little stressed
The cheese has slipped off my cracker
My mind has been invaded by a hacker
I lost my sanity today
I feel more awake than I ever have before
If this is madness give me more
Still, I’m so bored I think I snored and I’m not even asleep
So very bored I know I snored no need for counting sheep
That’s why I lost my sanity today
And now that’s all I have to say.
Children, can you hear the thunder and the gale?
It's time to tell that old and fateful tale.
Nobody knows it better than I know,
the dog named Wolf who died so long ago.
It began with an Autumnal hunting trip
in the Kaatskills with my friend and master, Rip.
I said, "Rip, let's go catch us some squirrel",
and the following sad tale would then unfurl.
Indeed, it my weakness for a squirrel's meat
that led Rip and I to take to our feet,
and, also, Rip's fondness for an amber brew
that spawned the curious troubles that we knew.
He observed strange men playing a ninepin game,
knowing, not, that life would never be the same.
Rip didn't hear me as I commenced to beg,
"Exercise restraint as you drink from the keg".
Soon, Rip was overcome by a deep sleep,
unaware that we were in trouble, deep,
I gained solace from some squirrel fricassee,
while my master snored in a major key.
You mostly hear that I went home alone -
but I wouldn't toil before Dame Van Winkle's throne.
I sat beside Rip while his gun turned to rust,
and I myself returned to the earth as dust.
And the sound of the thunder that you hear,
is Rip and me, and those men who drink strange beer,
the ghosts of Hendrick Hudson's crew, the same,
playing another frame of a ninepin game.
I was about to write an expose
the muse turned its head – looked away
I replied: “they need to know what I think”
The answer - a condescending wink
A vicious and scalding silent retort
A head shake that read – you’ve naught to report
Yet inside my head a still battle roared
Sleeping beside it the muse loudly snored
Then in a canyon, a chasm of thought
I turned off the TV and all it had wrought
And wrote of a leaf and a cat long gone feral
Threw a few nuts to a chattering squirrel
Then left the room with the loud ticking clock
Put on my mask and went out for a walk
John G. Lawless
©10/3/2021
I was just a little lost cat,
so afraid when that wild, crazy tornado hit;
so, I hopped into a nearby basket lying quite flat,
then, this girl, her dog and me were spinning and wind lit.
Along with blown debris we spun,
landing in a fantasy land tattered, confused and undone;
then, skipping down a yellow brick road singing in the sun.
She was Dorothy and Toto was my new friend,
we were joined by odd characters in the end;
all travelling to the Wizard to mend.
I peeked out with a loud meow for a chat,
what do you wish for kitty, so I had to admit'
I want a "there is no place like home" hun,
and with you and Toto my life to spend.
I was kissed with love not pretend,
Dorothy clicked her shoes and it was done;
in bed she was sleeping soundly and in her arms I cozy fit,
and our precious Toto dog snored on a nearby pretty mat . . .
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November 6, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/"There is no place like home"
Rhyming pattern- avav/ccc/ddd/abcd/dcba
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1083-167-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Off To See The Wizard
sponsor, Charlies Messina
Second Place
I am thankful for the time I was allowed to spend with you.
and knowing the happiest time in my life lasted one week true.
To kiss your tender lips and hold your healing hands
was something very special experienced by a simple man.
To see the mark upon your face like no other woman would dare
gave me a sense of truth in a time when I was lost in despair.
Yes I made mistakes but I can not refuse my love
because I know deep down in my soul youre all I'm thinking of
My vanilla bean my lion queen youre still my number one
and if your love was meant to hurt me I'd do it over just for fun
48 hours on the phone a record in my book
We talked about everything from religion to what we cooked
We told each other I love yous and we said sweet dreams
We snored until the sun came up or until the morning sun gleamed
We read books to each other for hours on the phone
and we played online games when we were bored at home
I am so greatful to have met someone just like you
but I admit that I was the biggest mistake that you could ever do;)
for someone who will always remain in my heart thank you for the time shared:)