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I had so much going on in my life
and that hasn't changed after you left
scars on my heart and in my head
and although i kind of wish I saw that before the email
i still have a chance to apologize
not to you, but to last year
for all the BS I tried to get myself into
because all the flags were painted lime, so that means you were fine, right
not quite
so i bleached my eyes white
you brainwashed me, and i was dirty
so i rewashed it
rewatched your videos for the last time
deleted them
defeated the demon in me that still wanted to be inside you
hoping that i'll forget your name,
because by the time i face my future
i'll know there are so many people with your name
and i played with them all the same way you wished you could
but youre the only one with that name
it's fine, i dont care
you wouldn't know if i'd remember because if I were you right now, i'd feel like that monarch butterfly i saw on the sidewalk
baking in the sunlight
unable to fly
doomed to disappear
i wish i could take a picture so i could show you
oh well,
maybe it was meant to be forgotten.
oh well, maybe it wasn't meant to be
just like you werent meant to be loved like she loved me.
and i kissed her
and it reminded me how it could have been you
it's a damn good thing i'll never be good enough for you
right?
Inspection report
meeting went well
met with him
only at age six
G P silver in the damage
is shown her
the news from the rear
and as well as shown
for the termite damage.
In the termite
go we had been a UGS
the basic questions of morality
and using this statement
denying them the answer
most questions
afterwards
we went outside
to take a picture
although the front porch
into I noticed
there was something
very strange looking
at the front porch
the pedestal
on the front porch
were quoted
so he headed
from facing the street
and in from the street
station house
the fed is still on
riding his meaning
to the eye
and that has left his leading
to the left
we noticed
there were cracks
in the forge:
long the foliage
including the crack
on in the front door
we also know
is that the doors
are at opening
in the awkward men
we also noticed
a big crowd
on the right side of the house
on in the mist
airways to the right baseline
we took a look
at the the souls in 141571413 1415
that this is an old event in 1413
left as to his meeting
in Ford’s 111415
in the right one
is even for now
we suspect that uses serious settlement issue
in that the house is cracking
on the house
in the house
is trying to balance
its closing the porch
this is just
what left
in the says
this is a serious issue
we are sending information
to a lawyer
asked his advice
before we can’t turn our
insurance for content and
Rescinded the new
we will go to the court
has to figure out the procedures
for the deal
against the key man
this evening
I hope to do some writing
style dictation
Today’s trip was all in North Dakota…from Minot to Grand Forks
On our way to a city named f Lakota
we made a stop in the little town of Rugby, North Dakota.
Rugby has a valued place in the hearts and minds of cartographic esoterica…because Rugby, North Dakota is known
as the geographical center of North America.
Rugby’s celebration of this fact is subtle…
apparently this distinguished fact Rugby is not one to flaunt.
Its true they built a rock obelisk to commemorate this fact
but it sits outside a Mexican restaurant.
As we stopped to take a picture…and were searching for the best shot
another car with tourists just like us pulled into the parking lot.
This is how we met Pat and Sherry…which on this trip has become a familiar scenario.
They were returning form their place in Texas…to their home in Ontario.
We took each other’s photos…made sure to catch each other’s smiles
And then we stood around, as travelers do,
and talked with one another for a while.
And though we started out two sets of strangers…
two unlikely pairs…
we shared with them a little about our life, our travels…
and they shared with us…a little about theirs.
After spending a few minutes together at the beginning this day
we wished each other safe travels…and all went on our way.
And now Pat and Sherry…hold a place in our Great Northern Trip esoterica…
friends we made while standing…in the center of North America
Once upon a time, within the
Confines of our youth,
To take a picture of ourselves,
We went into a booth.
We smiled, we frowned, we horsed around
And stepped out from the curtain
Where images in black and white
The camera was convertin’.
Today, instead, it’s “selfies”
Taken with a cellphone turned
To catch a photo of oneself,
To post for all concerned.
Those picture strips from long ago
Were taken as a lark,
With friends with whom on life’s adventures
We were to embark.
But nowadays these “selfies”
Grab each moment, one by one;
Yet glorifying every instant
Sucks out all the fun.
When life is thus immortalized
With ego center-staged,
I wonder if with others
All those “selfies” are engaged.
Lines in the smile
By-Dominique smith
365 days make a year, those days swear are sincere, you choke on your drink at joke you just made caught you off guard. It would really make you think, would those 365 days be hard to break? While youre on the brink of tears the world still rotates. Holding your stomcah as throw your head back to catch your breath. Some tell you that each day is new start, but thats a saying thats just a few seconds of relief as they turn their heads back to their problems. You chuckle with a grin and even then you know that the relief is of no belief.
Cold hands offer a wide range of solutions but non of any resolutions, Surprises come due to your ability to swayed time, youre happy and healthy thats the way to be in your mind. You're doing great breathing in oxygen and exhaling your problems, Crack your knuckles and have a Cuban shuffle. The light of the sun touches your face, the honor of the wind is painting your skin, Nails on, hair done and worries gone. Be still youre bearing over the chastised heap of those who stood before you, Youre at your own peak of your mountain dont lose your altitude. You've done step one and youve got your prize, take a picture and look sterilized.
Your aura is cleaned and solid, anyone looks at you theyd be able see how stacked you are with not just your wallet. The life youre giving you did not ask for but you will make it your own and known as one of those who can bring light forth. Two tones take your soul the one side is bold and the other is your backbone. A cold steel rod is placed in your back, you stand up straight no one can break your stance it is yours to enhance. Youve gone to places that are worth wild, you've seen things that made you feel like you've walked 100 miles and the stories you tell to those who'll listen will believe your tales without trials because the proof is in the lines of your smile.
O Luke o dare, Sad Truth Very Lucky
Kwick rape picker o thus boot passed away
O dare thus boot duck, wiggle
[Passport please ... okay you may go]
Will come two A merry car
Sew dishes A merry car, ha
Lettuce goosey A merry car
Lost o A merry cans
Aha! Ya! Planting A merry cans
Luke o dare, a ma kit, lettuce goosey
[Ready to eat Hot Dogs for $1]
O day it dawg?
Ya, day it dawg two, oooh
A merry cans it dawg?
O k, Yugo by too dawg forest, o k!
O k!
Hear moaning, no forfeit thus strange
O! O k!
Hear yugo, won dawg foyu
OMguard!
Witch party dawg half yore gut?
Ewww!
TRANSLATION:
Oh, look over there, Statue of Liberty
Quick, take a picture or the boat will pass away
Oh, there is the boat dock, we go
[Passport please ... okay you may go]
Welcome to America
So this is America, ha
Let's go see America
Lots of Americans
Aha! Ya! Plenty Americans
Look over there, a market, let's go see
[Ready to eat Hot Dogs for $1]
Oh, they eat dog?
Ya, they eat dog too, oooh
Americans eat dog?
Ok, you go buy two dogs for us, ok!
Ok
Here, money, no forget the change
Oh Ok!
Here you go, one dog for you
Oh My gawd!
Which part of the dog have you got?
Ewww!
Cozy comfort he finds residing in his narrow world
Never veering from neighborhood he well knows,
Keeping to his familiar corners of adamant beliefs
Roaming within limits of truth he chooses to see.
His paths have been paved for his own two feet,
Restless he feels when strangers trespass his street
For long ago he decided who fits his myopic sight
Guarded by perimeters of his sacred boundaries.
He won't attempt to understand differing insights,
Never having been part of a scholarly discussion;
For he can't comprehend things new and unknown,
Afraid that new knowledge may pollute his mind.
When a tourist pays a beggar on a main city-street
He rushes to take a picture of beggar's empty mug,
Directing him to smile broadly on hungry stomach
So he can exhibit to his world, proof of lazy people.
Saddened he feels seeing a child cling to mother’s gut
As she lays dead amid ruins of a hapless war-zone.
He looks away mourning, seeing such dreadful scenes
But that would be the extent of his generous streak.
March 11, 2018
Placed first in contest 540 by Brian Strand
MYSTICAL
Life gives me a mystical meaning for I am unique,
an original, wonderfully and meticulously created.
They say “God works in mysterious ways” and it
is true for I do believe and find my life a mystery.
Why would I not? I did not cry and was not breathing
when I was born, a premature blue baby and yet
survived without being in an incubator; but by
breathing the steam of eucalyptus leaves for a month.
A doctor told me they could not do anything for me
when I was five that my grandfather sought the help
of an unconventional healer and I got better and well.
So well, able to carry on with my childhood to adulthood.
At nineteen, when my first child was born I was fifty
fifty and was out for more than a day, the time I asked
Him to spare my life for I did not want to leave my child
to be raised by someone else, like what happened to me.
There were other inexplicable incidents that happened
for the next twenty nine years that followed and the last
was twelve years ago, when I was celebrating my fifty eight
birthday in New Mexico during the Hot Air Balloon Fiesta.
My two daughters and I were in the hot air balloon in
the sky when it just started going down, down, down.
Falling down on the stony, grassy, uneven ground sideways
and dragged hundreds of feet, when thankfully it stopped.
The balloon got caught in cacti plants that cut through it.
We got out of the basket shocked, scared, shaken and
I told my daughters to pose so I could take a picture.
I heard “Mom!!!” and I told them “Come on, we’re alive”.
There are many times, I always catch myself pondering
in the stillness of the moment what all these mean?
I am pretty certain; I am no mystical woman or person;
but I am mystifyingly in awe with all these experiences.
There is a sense of spiritual mystery that inspires me to
believe more in Him, His presence and His mystical ways.
Written: 9/17/21
"M" Contest, New Poems Only - Poetry
Constance La France
Precious Tender Moment
Such a precious tender moment
and the comfort that you crave.
As I watched you kneeling there
pulling weeds beside her grave.
So long she was a part of you,
so long you were together.
I know that here without her
must feel just like forever.
Somewhere in my mind it seems
I had this moment planned.
You might say I came prepared
this camera in my hand.
Now forever I'll see the picture.
The one I never took.
Of a precious tender moment
no matter where I look.
Birds all chattered in the trees,
the sun shined in the skies.
Still it rained inside my heart
as tears fell from your eyes.
I hope you know you're not alone
in your missing her so badly.
Mother's gone for two years now
and I love you so much daddy.
Forever in our hearts and minds
is where she will always be.
And this precious tender moment
alone here, you and me.
Edwin C Hofert
Inspired by the true story of a friend of a friend. Who upon taking her father to visit his departed wife's grave site. She planned to take a picture. Only to find she could not bring herself to do it. As she watched still two years later still grieving her passing. God bless them both.
"Tanaya"
(A few days ago I went to my friend's five-story high chamber. I went to his small kitchen to smoke. On the roof of the four-story house next door, I saw a young girl. Her face was innocent. I looked at her and looked at her. I wanted to write a poem that was peeking out of the corner of my heart. I tried to write it in my leisure time today.I also tried to take a picture on mobile as a glimpse of my poem but I couldn't)
She is so happy as a teenager girl
she flies butterfly like wings like the pearl.
There are a stack of happiness in her agility
she flows in stream of happiness in velocity.
In her youth, she is living in her own land
with her mom dad and sister in the dreamland.
She is simple and innocent like a fairy angel
my heart flows in joy to she her so happy that reveal.
I wondered could she fly in such a way forever!
the world today is full of sin and evil there.
the race of Adam has no heart today
wherever I look, they are in the tears of bay.
I seek happiness for her in poetry ever
Let she float in the peace and affection forever.