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Imagined words, I will retrace
they're whispered, clear, from somewhere back in time...
These words I hear, can't be erased
I will reclaim, within my mind
I'll climb aboard this train of thought
and will recall, what's been forgot
and feel a gentle nudge, or two
to tread through words I've never found
I look anew, and they are there
in everything, the season shares
As if they were a thing to fondle
that days and years have made complete
Words fall like rain, from hidden shelves
And rise where deeper places dwell
and from deep within the vase of self
I write of stories old, and viewed,
now retrieved as something new
When thoughts were raindrops falling at my feet
I’ll splash around, and watch them ripple new
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But something shapes them into naked truths
A bloom that seeks the sun will feel the glow
And gentle touch feels whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with little breath
Each poem has had his chance, to leave my pen with ease
I trace the choices made…each withered piece
Old words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks the thrill
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Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Together we'll splash around in mud spots eating tater tots.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
There's no time for a baby snooze for the sun we shall lose!
I'll have you hold the phone books while I get a cookie from the high nooks.
Here is my newborn brother to to celebrate the day!
Slip 'n' slides and kiddie pools, otter pops and pizza!
You have no idea the magic things hidden beyond your eyelids!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
You do like sleeping, don't you? This we'll have to fix.
Maybe mom can whip you up a snack of caffeinated Chex-Mix.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
We will certainly rule the planet together one day, you and I.
As King Brothers: Your Highness Who Does Stuff and Your Highness Who Doesn't.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
Yawwwckk, now I'm sleepy, move your teeny arm a smidgen.
Maybe tomorrow when we're both awake we'll catch a pigeon.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
(Zzzzz...)
4/30/11
"Brotherly Love"
Matt Caliri
I sit on the beach
My toes are surrounded by sand
My hand holds a steaming cup of hot chocolate
And around my shoulders is a cozy and warm blanket
My eyes
Drift up high
Towards the sky
The sky is getting dark
As a beautiful sunset begins to form
And in my mind I imagine
Heavenly Father painting the sunset in the sky
For all of his earthy children to admire
Beyond the beauty of the sunset
My eyes
They admire the trees
I wonder
how trees came to be
on the earth
then my mind begins to wander
and think if trees could talk
what would they say to each other?
Then my eyes
They drift towards the ocean
The ocean is so calm
It makes me want to run
Into the water
And splash around just like a dolphin
Blissful is how I feel
From my spot on the beach
Wishing I could hold on to the beautiful scenery forever
and wishing time would stand still
So I wouldn’t have to eventually leave the beach and it’s glorious view
Picture#1 -"No! means NOTHING to a duck-
(A duck chasing a young girl across a yard)
Today, I went to the pond
to sit and eat a snack
I shared a little here and a
little there with my buddy
He has a white, plump body
of down and a beak of orange
He is my friend, the duck
He shared my juice by the straw
He gobbled up much of the berries,
and quacked nothing to the cherries
We also shared my crackers with PB&J
When all was done, I got up to go
And I was given quite a surprise
With a loud, "Quack!"
My friend the duck began to attack
I jumped to my feet
And went on a flee not knowing,
"What the Cluck?"
With a sprint through the flowers
And a splash around the pond
I looked back to see where he was
No matter my need to rest
He wouldn't stop for to fish
I wasn't sure what I had...
Then holding in my hand I saw were
The very last 2 crackers with PB&J
He simply wouldn't stop
until all was gone
So I stopped and shared because
I realized
"No!" Means nothing to a duck
There is one kind of beauty in a morning walk illuminated by the moon..and yet…there is a different kind of beauty walking after a rain…when all the streets are wet.
The streets take on a glow…one you never see at noon…the shadows seem to shimmer in light reflected from the moon.
There is a freshness in the air…a coolness in the breeze…as it carries with it raindrops it has shaken from the trees.
Still enough raindrops remain upon the trees…those unable to take flight…giving the trees a feeling of Christmas…as they sparkle in the night.
Age seems to fade away…as you breathe the misty air into your lungs…as you splash around in puddles…like you did when you were young.
If you listen to the crickets…the owls…the nightingales…you find it difficult to decide…if you are hearing more sounds than usual…or if they’re just amplified.
You stop a moment…look up…and give thanks…grateful you’ve been allowed…to watch the moon, the stars….the planets…playing hide and seek among the clouds.
And you pause as you’re walk is ending…trying to remember everything because you don’t want to forget…
the sights
the sounds
from your morning walk…
when all the streets are wet.
I reminisce, I miss
the sound of our giggles as we lay -
my sisters and I – on our beds
whispering into those sweltering summer nights
until inevitably, my stepdad
yelled up the stairs at us to go to sleep!
I would put my face right up to the fan
which loudly whirred inside the window
at the foot of my bed.
Those were the nights of easy sleep
and easy dreams.
Little was my stress; large was my joy.
And oh, those summer days
when we awoke to no more school.
My siblings and I rode bikes around town,
or sometimes we walked miles -
while sucking on popsicles - to the city pool
where we’d splash around carefree all afternoon.
Friends also monopolized my adolescent life.
Oh, those fun slumber parties
at which no one ever seemed to slumber!
Games, the music of our time,
and chit-chat about boys consumed us
late into the night.
Picnic reunions with church folks or with relatives:
always the sight, smell and taste of homemade meals
I recall: the wonderful homemade potato salads,
fried chicken, burgers and hot dogs on the grill,
Mom’s homemade Sunday pot roast with mashed potatoes . . .
I could go on forever.
But back to the night I go -
of those hot but lovely summer firefly nights
where sleep and dreams came easy
I reminisce, I miss.
March 28, 2021
for the contest of James Edward Lee Sr.
Now for A Brian Strand July 8 Poetry Contest
It thunders through like a rampaging doom,
water cracked the stone, and carved out this chute,
the locals around here call it the Flume,
white water churning through a confined route.
Roiling, throwing mist onto the rocks,
always wet and sporting a sheen of green,
so loud is the torrent it’s hard to talk
over the noise as the water careens.
Empties out into four small waterfalls,
which widen into a wading-deep pool,
folks splash around, and the kids short and tall
dunk heads in the cascades, thinking it’s cool.
But never dare try riding the cataract,
even dumb kids know they will not come back.
I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.
It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
They are waiting for me to
Go. But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.
You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life
As the tide comes and it goes.
By: Sabina Nicole
The therapist asked the patient,
" What shall we talk about today?"
The client shrugged and answered,
" I don't know what to say! "
Quite awkwardly, they
Sit quiet for a while.
Then a sudden flash of thought!
A blink. A weary smile...
" I don't understand what's wrong.
I've no drive. I've no desire!
The best way to describe it?
It's like I'm stuck in my own quagmire!
I'm not one to drown
In a torrent of sorrow and pain.
I don't fling out all limbs
And splash around in vain!
At times, there is this numbness
And I question if I'm alive.
Could my quagmire be deep enough
To duck in or dive? "
" Um... ' The counsellor vocalises
As though in deep thought.
( They are trained to do this while
They draw on what they've been taught. )
' I like the way you've expressed yourself!
A perfect description of what feels dire!
You may sink a little, but you will not drown
In your said quagmire. "
" Well, that's a relief!
I hope one day that there will be a drought.
Because that will be, to me, a sign
That I've got things figured out! "
Written 27th September 2021
For the Q Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Give me a sign
I was a soldier of war,
the killing haunts me every day...
I don't want to fight no more,
hope God, will hear me when I pray
I've got water to my neck, but,
all I can do is splash around...
My life is in distress, and I feel,
like I'm gonna drown...
so please...
Chorus
If you exist God, give me a sign
can you hear me?
If you exist God, give me a sign
do you hear me?
Been living on the streets,
seen some things... I can't un-see
Been tangled in the sheets,
trying hard to get myself free...
Been living on the edge,
screaming without a sound...
I'm standing on this ledge,
trying hard not to look down...
Chorus
If you exist God, give me a sign
can you hear me?
If you exist God, give me a sign
do you hear me?
I've got visions of violence,
running barefoot...in the rain...
Disillusioned in silence,
there's a scarecrow in my brain,
so..
help me please!
Chorus
If you exist God, give me a sign
can you hear me?
If you exist God, give me a sign
do you hear me?
repeat chorus
I've been living on the edge,
screaming hard
without...
a
sound...
John Derek Hamilton
April 21,2018