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All my life I have always stammered
but looking back through the years
there's been in my mind that first word
this has haunted me considering the fear
Throughout life through the good and bad
I've always wondered what was the word
that started me off on my downward spiral
wishing I could have soured like a bird
Sometimes, I wonder if I had known then
what I know now about my stammer
how to relax, ease stress, breathe right
these may have helped keep me calmer
That first word whether short or long
set off my lifelong struggle to speak
making my tongue so full of anxiety
sometimes wonder what if I spoke Greek!
But in life, you can't look back
nothing can be changed of the past
so go forward in the spirit of the Lord
knowing God's with you no matter the task
She'd seen the house for sale and came
to have a look around,
walked up the path as freezing mist
curled, snake-like on the ground.
Two stone Griffins, like sentinels
gazed from beside the door,
she knocked, it opened,spilling
greenish light across the floor.
A wizened man with sunken eyes
asked ' yes,can I help you?'
she stammered 'er, this house for sale,
I've come to have a view'.
'Then step right in' the old man wheezed,
she cautiously walked past,
into the hall, where from the wall
there came an icy blast.
'Some draughts' he said, 'the doors are old,
just simple wear and tear,
which also makes that wailing noise
you're hearing from upstairs'.
The kitchen was spattered with red,
and sticky, like fresh tar,
'I had an accident' he said
'with beetroot, from a jar'.
A knife stuck in the kitchen door,
just inches from the lock,
'I keep it there, convenient,
as I don't own a block'.
The coffin in the living room
gave the young girl the creeps,
' I bought it in advance for me,
while it was really cheap',
the man explained, while when she turned
he forced back down the lid,
she swore she saw that something moved-
(well, actually, it did).
The staircase groaned with every step
as if it was alive,
she looked in all the bedrooms except
bedroom number five,
locked up, he said 'I don't use it,
and I have lost the key',
she swore she heard a plaintive voice
as she walked on, say 'flee!'
'I've seen enough', the girl declared,
'I'll bid you a good day',
'Oh no you won't' he grinned, she turned-
the Griffins blocked her way.
For contest 'The Haunted house', sponsor Dear heart a.k.a Broken Wings
26th August 2018
Being a loner liking my own company
this being my early life was so shy
stammered too made me so insecure
liked my own self but my life was why?
Moving on till the mid 20s where was I?
stay in nights listen to Dory Previn music
not heading in any real direction
made one think and ponder to lose it
Started to write poems so dark, depressive
but pretty rotten stuff, so threw it away
then met my wife to be, life was good
but disaster struck, Jean left our day
Return sad from hospital , what is future?
prepare for bed, mind all over place
but at this point cried out to God
my soul found itself for God was on my case
I had met the living God
His love encaptured me I was caught
God drew my soul to His kingdom
finding myself where I never thought
(This is my life story of my soul finding itself in meeting God where least expecting to but pleased I did.
My first wife Jean passed away during our first year of marriage)
IF ONLY I COULD
If I could turn the clock back
Twenty years or so,
I would do things differently;
I would let her know
Just how I felt about her
And tell her how my heart
Beat madly at her nearness.
But I lacked the art.
I would have blushed and stammered,
If I dared to try.
And so I kept my distance
And let my chance go by.
I bumped into her yesterday,
Her family in tow
And we talked about those school days,
Twenty years ago.
Of course I didn’t tell her
How I felt back then.
Just like then, I would have blushed
And stammered once again.
Then, just before we said goodbye,
With that shy smile I knew,
She said, “I never told you this,;
I really fancied you.”
29th March 2023
This Or That, Vol 17 contest
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Merrick Brigs worked at Caldwell’s ranch,
offering two-week excursions by horse,
up in the Rockies they’d ride and camp,
suburban cowboys loved it, of course.
One summer day he got a new rider,
so he saddled Sundown, and High Fiver,
his best two mustangs in the corral,
in horses you could not as for more.
A car pulled up and out of it stepped
a raven-haired beauty sublime,
Merrick stopped dead in his tracks,
his words he was trying to find.
She said,”Hi. My name’s Clarice,
I think you’ve got a horse for me?”
Merrick stammered,”Y-yes, I do.
Are you ready for a good time?”
She just gave him a knowing smirk,
and poor Merrick felt his heart race,
the packed up all their camping gear,
and towards the mountains made their way,
he found himself falling back
to watch Clarice ride the track,
the way her hips moved captured him,
a sensuous and rhythmic sway…
That night they camped by a small lake,
high up in a mountain defile,
after a dinner cooked by fireside,
they stayed up to talk a while.
Clarice said, looking up at the stars,
“I’ve heard the you cowboys are
the sort who do a woman right
when she’s looking to get a bit wild.”
The look on her face left no doubt
and they stumbled down to the tend,
ripping of their clothes frantically,
dropping them to the ground as they went.
Both the earth and tent did shake,
right up until the morning’s break,
she was as wild as she proclaimed,
Merrick called her his godsend.
Needless to say, for the next two weeks,
they rode the mountains and made love,
in every possible place and position,
neither seemed able to get enough.
So distracted by lusty travails
that they only traveled half the trail!
Not that either of the two
minded falling short all that much...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
...A flush of green-yellow liquid poured out
and disappeared into a large floor drain,
a fetal figure was slumped in the chamber,
and to Tom he couldn’t seem much more plain,
a human being like him, just the same…
He thought he had done it, but had no such luck,
because then, to his horror, the man stood up!
Tom stumbled back as the person stepped out,
and blathered, “But…n-no…how can this be?”
The man just chuckled when he heard Tom’s words,
said, “Yes, many people have asked that of me.”
Tom stammered, “How are you able to speak?
You should be like a child, brainless and lost.”
Said Pete, “Or maybe, your theories are off.”
But Tom still wasn’t willing to say this,
his programming still argued with his own eyes,
he said, “Who are you?” The man replied, “Jesus.
You used my blood, who did you think was inside?
I thank you for helping me to arrive.
You’re not the first Thomas was has had doubts,
I said I’d come back, but I never said how.”
Jesus then walked forwards, right to Thomas,
still as naked as the day he was cloned,
he put his hand on Tom’s shaking shoulders,
said, “Don’t’ be afraid, I’ve long called you my own,
You and your colleagues…no real faith have you known.
You think they’ll reject you, and yes, they will,
but don’t fear, I’ll show you something greater still…”
He squeezed his hand, showed the Truth to Thomas,
let him see beyond the bonds of mere time,
the past, the future, beyond reality…
the perfect gift for analytical minds,
Tom fell to his knees and whispered, “Sublime.”
Of course, Jesus helped Tom back to his feet,
then turned and smiled warmly towards Pete.
He said, “The wisest man amidst the egg-heads,
and it happens to be the janitor,
not only that, one who looks so much like
His much beloved ancient ancestor.
How could I return to Earth with no Peter?”
Said Pete, “I’ll follow, but don’t tell my dad,
he’s the kind who thinks all religion is bad.”
Jesus laughed, “Well, let’s hold out hope for him,”
then nodded towards Thomas where he stood,
“There’s plenty out there waiting for the Truth,
together we will accomplish much good.
Let us all go now, yes, we really should.
First we must seek out the others like you,
They’ve a part to play, and we’ve much work to do…”
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
“I know you think that I am dead.”
“I’m alive”- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you’re just- “Stoned”
I stared at the screen, my mind in a twist,
Her name on the caller ID still exists.
I stammered and asked, “Is this some cruel joke?”
As I exhaled another thick cloud of sweet smoke.
She laughed out a cackle that shook my bare bones,
And said, “Check your pocket for misplaced headphones.”
I looked down and realized with a slow, hazy grin,
“It was just a podcast that I’d turned on again.”
Once upon a time in the square shaped woods
There lived a square shaped thing
He liked to watch the square shaped birds
He liked to hear them sing
A shadow moved behind a mound,
A mound all square and flat
The square shaped thing then took a look
Oh my, it’s oddly fat
The odd fat thing said that’s not fair
It’s just that I’m not square,
In my world everyone is round
There are no corners there
The Square shaped thing just thought a while
And this is what he said
Could it be that where you’re from
You’re simply overfed
The round shaped thing spoke firmly
As he came out from the mound
We are not fat, it’s just the shape
Where everything is round
They talked about their different worlds
One square, the other round
could they ever get along
And find some middle ground
What if we got together
The problems we could solve
Like when we sing about the bus
Who’s wheels cannot revolve
And so they sat and talked about all things
Both round and square,
Until the round thing jumped up, startled,
What's that over there?
Confused, the square thing looked around,
What's what over where?
Something moved, the round thing stammered,
Then he said a prayer.
What is it that you're frightened of,
Why don't we take a peek?
I think it’s just some square shaped children
Playing hide and seek.
What they found was trapped inside
A prickly bramble tangle,
It asked them if they'd care to help
A rather stuck triangle.
7 December 2020
Word Count: 280
For: Fantasy with Fictional Beings contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
...She had a surprised look when he knocked on the door,
had trouble meeting his eyes, and glanced at the floor.
Jack too was nervous, had trouble speaking his minds,
stammered and said,”Hello Kay…it’s been a long time.”
She asked if he’d like to come in, and he said yes,
he walked to the living room with a pounding chest.
She made them both some coffee and he started to say,
“I know it seems kind of weird, me showing up this way,
but of late I’ve been looking at what I have got,
and I know, from the outside, it seems quite a lot,
but I don’t think I’ve been happy since I left your side,
so I guess I’m asking if you’d give us a try…”
Kat met his eyes with a sad and piteous look,
said,”Can you see the picture right there, by the nook?
I’ve already a husband, and sweet children two,
so I’m sorry, But I will have to disappoint you.”
Jack did see the small picture, and he forced a grim,
it’s not like the chance of this hadn’t occurred to him.
So he gained his feet sadly, saying that he would go,
Kay said,”Please, wait. There’ something that you should know…”
He paused for a moment, saw the pictures of the kids,
could one of those small children possibly be his?
It was then that Kay spoke, and her face looked fright,
“I thought you should know the truth, about that last night…
“You are still holding a torch, that much is clear to me,
but you should know that, even them, we never could be.
You wanted to part, to tour and win great fame,
but you never once asked if I wanted the same,
and in truth, even then, I thought of a settled life,
or children and my own home, of being a wife.
“I thought it would be easier, avoid a hard scene,
if I acted like I didn’t want to kill you dream.
Cowardly of me, but we were so young back then,
and I hadn’t yet figured what I sought in men.
But now I want to be honest, we couldn’t last lone,
and I hope all this will help you try to move on.”
Jack just stood there stunned, his whole psyche now in doubt,
he said nothing, just felt numb, as he made his way out.
Driving to the airport he felt a deep despair,
the one woman he loved…whose heart was never there!
The one thing he’d known, this ‘one truth’ that he had claimed,
had not been returned, just a mirage of his brain…
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
The husband said, “I must confess
my car is a horrendous mess.”
He knew his wife could not ignore
health hazards. She would do this chore.
She offered, “Take my car to work
while I clean yours.” He wore a smirk
as off he drove. I’ve got ‘er trained,
he thought, and she has NOT complained!
That night he found his car half-clean.
He growled, “What have you done between
the time I left and now? She said,
“Look what I found.” His face turned red,
“You found your earring! I’m g-glad,”
he stammered. “Why are you so mad?”
She countered, “NOT mine, as you know!
To us, you’ve struck a grievous blow.”
He begged her for a second chance.
“I promise I won’t even glance
at others.” She said, “This would be
for you at LEAST chance number three.
“My third chance?! NO! I cheated once,”
he vowed. She screamed, “You’re such a dunce.
Last month your car smelled like cologne.
Pack up. Get out. Leave me alone.”
June 21, 2022
entered in the One in Five Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Joseph May