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I remember the days
before technology
before computers
before cell phones
before smart tvs
In particular
I remember one summer day
when I heard on the radio
that the microwave oven
had been invented !
I really thought this was it ~
they had finally invented
every possible thing
but then…
they put a man on the moon
and it was only the beginning !
How our world has since
spun out of our grasp
illusions of grandeur
never nearly big enough
exploration beyond our universe
trying to connect with aliens
when we can't get along
within our human race
Priorities askew ~
Who cares about
this endless technology
What if our geniuses focused on ~
feeding the starving nations
sending all children to school
caring for mistreated animals
fixing the environment that’s
damaged beyond repair ~
They could try solving greed
and cruelty
and selfishness
for starters
The countertop microwave oven affordable for residential use was introduced in the late 1970s.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 18, 2020 for contest A HISTORIC EVENT sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 3RD
“Daddy, Daddy, Here comes the junkman!”
Do not confuse me for garbage
Don’t blame the messenger either!
Don’t blame the Man!
We all follow a plan
It’s what we get paid to do
You’d do it too if you had to
They’ll fire me if I don’t
So I do, because it’s what keeps us (USPS) afloat
So, don’t rock the boat!
It’s just pennies on the dollar
Those asinine ads
Sure you don't bother to read 'em
They work just fine as fire starters too, you see
Maybe you’ll find some bargain in the flames
You just can’t live without
I deliver that too, and no,
I won’t treat it like poo
Like the other guy, you know who
I’ll gently set it on your porch
You may toss it in the fire
When your done
If that’s your desire
Do so, please
So yes,
I work for the Man
Driving around daily
In an electric or gas guzzling
Trash can
Proudly for the Red, White, and Blue
That’s you and you and you too
And if your house is real rural
I probably really deliver to you
So, stop your cryin’ and whinin’
Just call me a snail
But I try hard I confess
I try hard not to fail
I plow thru snow blizzards and hail
And back for you and such
Just to get this junkmail to you
In a timely fashion
Before it gets dark
No matter what!
So please remember,
Always tip your junkman, especially during Christmas!
He or she just may be one of Santa’s elves.
(But of course, if you forgot, anytime is fine. Believe me,
His head’s just full of junk, speaking from experience,
I won't mind)
Garden Party at Noon
Fragrance of jasmine alluring butterfly in spree.
Sweet scent of gardenia whelming bumble bee.
Party people got alarmed on shrill cry of parrot.
Flocks of sparrows chirping, rabbit biting carrot.
Kitten licking milk, bees sucking, sipping honey.
Me watching leisurely feeling frolic funny.
Foliage shivered on kiss of mild gentle breeze.
Touch of zephyr ignites memories gone to freeze.
Strong smelling liquor Feni irritated nostril
Lavender perfume from dress of sweetheart to thrill.
Rhythmic music of Jazz exciting my eardrum.
Voices of noisy populace had also charm.
Dainty tasty starters: barbecue fries and sausage
Sizzling salmon, chicken, sumptuous beverage.
Counted hugs and handshakes crossing forty- seven.
Soft touch of lips of my fiancé reached me heaven.
11/30/19
'Smell, Sound, Taste , Touch Repeat Sense' Contest by Sheri Fresonke Harper
Its time at last..The furor'e is well past.' For those who fronted
Who shamed? And claimed the high ground? and spoke of a
Deaths knells blast.' Who trotted out (so called experts?) And ranted as well .' They warned all the people, in a manner
Real grave.' Now there are samples of blood from those
Who died really brave' And i'm sure more will be given by those now alive.'
And also from the polo's samples must be taken.! To search out
To ascertain just ( w h o might be faking.? As we know all
Leaders value trust' ny not breaking its hallmark; a must' of certain
when there is
Danger' any fear or even doubt.? Yet In panic central; old Canberra
the drawbridge went up' as all about, the the country news was
Sprung; like a spider from its web.' We must save the oldies
It first was out spread..We saw this was to change..Even young got the
Hit.' Then a hero truckie, said i've hat a gutfull.' Of these half-wits And lit out
For the capital, just as i was hoping.' As near two million
Woke up.' They'd had enough of moping.' Rod Culleton
And Hoody also good Johnny Larter Ricardo Bosi..These
for starters wil l'do The goons got in a panic and I hear l r a d s
Were deployed.? I'm tellin you!! On a civillian gathering..On childern holding but toys.! In rage and frustration i watched it play
Out.' Midst the noise drainstream media pushed out mis-infoiThe
Word anti-vaxers and a dangerous mob, were staple lies.'
they used our people to prod.! Well right is right.! that one thing they said stands true..So lets begin testing ( thats the way now
True blue ) it will show solidarity and foster trust.' In
The true Aussie spirit..I believe its a must.) From scum'o though
In Britain and old albo too." andrews and dutton the whole motley crew.! Stand and be counted its only a jab.'
Prove it or lose, it! its your time 'even brad no hazard' also to
Others is my motto today.' As tribute to our heros for
We approach... A N Z A C DAY !!!!!!!
Word for word your obituary was read
everyone was there just like you said
mostly enemies they weren't happy
glancing at the photo you chose for
the viewing ma was so brave too
knowing full well that casket was
empty thanking everyone for the
flowers she felt so guilty she had
them all donated to hospice each
and everyone she spat on the shoes
of on lookers demanding no one take
any flowers she said it was bad luck she
didn't need she said she felt like she
would suffer greatly for this grand
scheme oh look how the Knights of
Columbus nearly dropped the handles
alerting the crowd that the coffin was
empty ma began blowing her nose so
hard into the rose embroidered hankie
damn right he's in a better place try
Oklahoma for starters she said she
hated her card buddies were there
just watching waiting on her to lose
it even a few kids you frequently yelled
at in the shop were there peeking behind
the pews asking for cake a few of your
old girl friends arrived in pairs whispering
it should have been me he was so good
that's when your buddy Barry kicked
the seat out right shouted whose ever
funding this funeral needs to settle his
debts with me before you leave this
church that limo ain't free like him
I thought oh my is he serious yes he was
the funeral director wrote him a big fat
check on the spot I couldn't figure out
why so many people lined up to view
your photo it was clearly a life size
portrait ma kelp squeezing my hand
this was all stand up for me really we
just had coffee then you give us an
obituary and catch a flight to the Midwest
shh they want me to say a few words
I can't take it I release this uncontrollable
laugh bringing me to tears naturally wait
wait I would like to thank everyone for
coming out he just called me he missed
his flight he say's will one of you imbeciles
drive the hurst get out to Ohara midway
airport right away pick him up like yesterday
before somebody sees him and you all know
what that means for Christ sakes he needs a ride
To my Quarterback,
We are first round draft picks, starters, ready to get off the bench and begin a new season.
We have tackled many problems in our lives and in our previous relationships, but we will not penalize each other from what happened in the past. Yes, there were some fouls in our past, some incomplete passes and some unnecessary roughness, but we don’t have to put our guards up for defense. This time around, we both are on offense.
The difference this time is that God is our Coach.
Therefore, there will be no blocked kicks, no onside kicks, no running offside, no personal fouls, no pass interference and no substitutes.
You threw the perfect pass (your heart), and no one was around, which left me wide open to receive it. I caught it and secured it gracefully.
I wasn’t going to fumble this one. I ran it in and that day we scored a touchdown.
You sweetheart are indeed a perfect catch.
You and I together are now on our way to the Championship, for we are undefeated!
Love Always,
Your Wide Receiver
The air was pure and bright. A sea-salt tingle
hovered in an easygoing offshore breeze.
In mesmerising rhythm, wavelets sloshed
and swished along the timeworn jetty wall.
The bay was sparkling in the morning light
as early gannets hungrily patrolled
their crystal-clear domain.Slight movement now
within the overnighting boats, safe moored,
serenely sheltered at the break of day.
A swan flotilla, now near fully grown
and all in a row, in silence glided by,
exploring weed and tidal offerings
under a careful matriarchal eye.
The year was moving on, the midges gone,
and still the little ferry ploughed its course
across the bay, its passengers intent
on finding peace and personal content.
The cafe at the pier, with clinking cups,
was heralding the day, with early starters,
few in number now. The summer throng
dispersed and homeward bound, to feed
on memories. For some, like me,
a fitting epitaph might be
“He lived his life in thoughts of Arran “.
Dad, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod's not right;
Seems to me they’ve not a clue.
For starters, they tried to sail at night,
Though wood shoes float, that much is true.
And then they meet a talking moon:
A moon that laughs and sings a song?
Be quiet, child,
Let’s move along.
About these herring, something’s red;
Seems that selection’s rather odd.
Perhaps a different fish instead;
I’d give a nod to scrod or cod.
Child, hush, so I can read to you
Keep talking and we’ll never get through…
I have a doubt about Sleepy Hollow:
Again, why is Crane out at night?
Who holds the rains? It does not follow;
You sure you read the story right?
It’s reins, not rains, you silly head!
Now lay back down upon the bed.
Hey dad, wake up!
This story’s flawed.
I have more doubts ‘bout Ichabod.
To bed, child, hush, to sleep, goodnight!
We can discuss in morning light.
We read to send you off in dreams,
But I must close my eyes, it seems.
The day will come when you are grown
With children of your very own.
With questions that will never cease,
And you will beg for sweet release…
That is a thought that makes me smile,
So I’ll stay here and sing awhile
Make verses up ‘bout Ichabod
And Wynken, Blynken, till you nod.
What's new with me...Matthew?
Well for starters Nationwide
road service emergency
one man cutting crew
with battery charger in tow knew
exactly why no juice (think electricity),
his hunch found trunk light kept lit,
an innocent looking (to me or you)
lady's handbag accouterment,
fifty shades of blue
stuck out just enough did cue
automotive technician, who
witnessed yours truly flapping
imaginary wings (think) cuckoo
unwittingly, irretrievably, and
admirably lost me scant sanity true
"fake" news I trumpet as a gentile Jew...
Just in time for men
rhythmically singing, melodiously
acapella harmonizing huzzah olé
in white coats besotted and
bespattered with vegetable puree
to take me away
ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa
hip...hip... hooray
to the funny farm yea,
where life beautiful every day
and skies fifty shades of gray...
Thus, the reason I type pell mell
(think hunt and peck),
an inner madness to quell,
while hermetically locked in padded cell
shut airtight like... a citadel
which soundproof environment hell
lava hot improvement versus dwell
ling with volcanic spouse, and well
equipped to nurture solitude, ah... nobody,
but me and Matty mattel
both of us undergoing re education
initiated courtesy crack atop
noggin tinnitus subsequently
experiencing ringing like liberty bell
afterwards undergoing gender reassignment
clearly yours truly exuded effeminate spell
not recognizing only muttering to himself
fancifully dolled up
as debutante mademoiselle,
and appearing sitting pretty I willingly tell.
Twas glorious occasion regarding
miracles of modern medicine to sing
namely routine engineered
sex change, bitty bing
bitty bang minus one
minor glitch really... nothing
but doggone veteran (aery) surgeon
pulled off bone huff eyed gracefully amazing
stunt at my expense unwittingly injecting
canine female hormonal secretions,
hence I find myself barking, ing
and strong desire burning
to frequent fire hydrants.
I gave up on winning my mothers approval because I never received it,
in doing so gave up on winning approval and set free of it,
I do not know what this win offers and thus I do not need it,
I do not crave peoples acceptance thus I do not seek it,
my self worth isn't based on how others choose to perceive it,
I see walking with the herd as a manipulated weakness,
filtering what's heard fronting fake a common feature,
the fitting in the needy fix a superficial fixture,
I'm a human amongst humans yet I am a different creature,
not driven by corrupted gains framing fraudulent picture,
achievements aint achievements if achieved through acts deceitful,
competition comes with honour when done honestly with people,
win or lose the honours true and selfish looks like evil,
sneaky sly behind ones back is hardly strong or lethal,
transparent honesty from me a helpless impulsive speaker,
I'll call you on your gaslighting unfair to those beneath ya,
confronting trouble causes trouble but I cannot leave it,
because trouble causes trouble and shielding it's defeatist,
allowing it only allows the starters to repeat it,
and everytime the trouble grows the trouble is exceeded,
alike approval grows a greedy taste and they must eat it,
too many of them climb the chain, leaderless as leaders,
without a gain to ascertain blind eyes refuse to beat it
avoiding wrongs to awkwardness no lesson my life teaches,
I was made to stand alone and fight them on the beaches,
my path is that, my path, on a course which only reaches,
stature born from fitting in stops freedom and breeds leaches,
the greater your approval needs, the greater is your weakness,
do what right, to do what right brings order and brings neatness
walking my own route through life, wearing my own sneakers!