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Funeral of a street boy from Lawrence Kansas.
Handsome lad, bi-polar, twenty-six and a half.
Dressed like a bobsled team with fake heads some days.
His mother refused to renew his motorcycle license.
This led to his death.
He feared the police would ticket him
Worse yet, confiscate his motorcycle
Because the license was expired.
There was a police chase.
His mother is the blonde headed lady wailing in grief.
Street boy’s friends speak a bit about him.
Take turns, and sometimes interrupt each other.
Some talk more about themselves than him.
Some mention his mother’s refusal to renew his license.
Others talk about being honorary members of his bobsled team.
A bobsled team in Lawrence, Kansas. A sad funeral of misfits.
A hat is passed to collect money to help his mother bury him.
There is enough to renew that license now.
Planet Mars watches over us like angel at night
With Venus, the star that shines so bright
It’s one of our cosmos’ fascinating sights
A red planet inviting us on its glowing light.
As I gaze its beauty and wonder up afar
I recall its myth, the Roman God of war
Its name came from God of War, Ares
As it was told in many stories for thousand of years.
Scientists were observing it since ancient times
Its common features on earth were visible signs
‘Though its air could be poisonous to every human
Once in every 678 days, it orbits around the sun
A space probe was sent to gather more information
‘Til fossils found on rocks in small life form
There could be life in Mars billion years ago
That’s what they believe; yet,we don’t know.
Mountains, icecaps and riverbed-like were found
With dust storms that last for months
But everything in there is still dormant
Oh, Mars will you revive to take us when our earth is gone?
Our mother earth is now getting older
I know, you two are friends, so close to each other
Do you ever know the kismet of your partner?
Or, you two take turns in bearing lives in the universe?
July 10, 2015 9.03pm
Fourth Place
Contest: Subject Mars
Judged: 7/26/2015
Sponsor: Poet Joe Maverick
It is a brisk seventeen degrees. Some are complaining
at the 40 mile-an-hour winds, dandy
Winter tornado in Saint Louie. I am in my
giant brown recliner, wearing doffers, and
My zip up stripped zebra suit pajamas with the ears,
eating chocolate candy.
Staying away from the phone which rings
incessantly with reverse mortgage offers.
Icicles dripping off the tree, glistening blowing snow
on the ground, bird feeders buried,
Ice on the driveway, which my slightly-used
dare-devil husband is itching to go out and master,
My traitorous hazel eyes roll with amusement,
remembering how last time he scurried
Back into the house, away from the frozen tundra,
a cheetah could not have been faster.
Sophie, our fat manager, an ebony cocker, with the
white star under her chin,
Is next to me, marathon farting,
out of every butt pore, cyber- ability to snore.
She is sitting next to me, pushing me out of our chair,
more hoggish than sister ever has been.
Second snow day in a row, worse blizzard
in Kansas City, the white fluffy-s simply did pour.
Out of the sky for ten hours at least, I watched in amazement
it gave me great peace.
I am looking out the window right now,
watching my cardinals take turns at the feeder.
There are three identical feeders,
but they fight over the one that faces the east.
I sit here in my zebra pajamas glory,
The big, bad recliner-chair-leader.
How important is it for our children to learn how to share?
to give…to receive…to take turns?
It just might be the most important lesson they will ever learn.
Sharing teaches kindness and generosity…
It engulfs us like a glove….
It is especially important in life…
when it comes to sharing love.
There are many kinds of love…
diverse, beautiful…and freeing…
like the kind of love we share with another human being.
We start by sharing a look…then a smile…a little conversation…
Sharing with another person allows us to build a strong foundation.
We share time together…a touch…a kiss…a laugh
and when we know our sharing will never end
we share rings and vows…an apartment…a house…
children and good friends.
After sharing so much support, and joy and love
we stop every now and then to think how lucky we are
and to thank our destiny and the heavens above…
We think how truly blessed we are…
to live a life so magnificent…so sublime…
when we realize in all these years of sharing a life…
we’ve shared a whole lifetime.
And after sharing so many moments we can no longer count…
moments we’ve been excited, surprised…
cried and laughed and smiled…
we stop to remember
and to thank…
those who taught us how to share…
when we were just a child.
Night's dark mantle falls once more
across the face of man,
shadows loom out from the dark
absorbing all they scan.
But none can see within their sphere
for darkness hides their curse,
within the realms of phantom night
where nightmares can't reverse.
No light exists to salvage souls
who drown in darkest hell
infested by dark demons
who feast on nighttime's spell.
When morn again casts light on day
night's shadows disappear,
but scars remain across man's soul
from darkest nighttime’s fear.
And all is changed as day and night
take turns to feed Mankind
for light and dark's erosion
etches furrows on man’s mind.
Ivor G Davies
#Want_everything_first_hand
Wanna be the first to know and hear her say" i think I'm pregnant " , wanna be the one to buy the pregnancy test , wait with her for the 15 minutes and watch as the one line give birth to the 2nd line, wanna hold her hand and say " we are in this together"
Wanna be the first to notice the bump, starting to show, wanna be there when the moods and cravings kicks in, wanna love her even more when she'd be angry at me for no reason, when her body adjusts and rub her swelling legs, wanna be waken in the middle of the night to go and buy her juristic cravings
Wanna see and feel my child moving and kicking, the tiny legs prints on her mothers belly, wanna listen and touch my child while still wrapped inside her mothers gold womb, wanna be there in labour, holding my wife's hand and when she can't bear the pain anymore, wanna kiss her of her forehead and say" you can do it for us"
Wanna take turns to change diapers, warm the bottle, bath my child, wanna raise my child for me not how the media and the society dictates it should be, wanna make mistakes and learn from them, wanna be a father, not what and how religion and nature says it should be, wanna trim fatherhood to my own desire and make, wanna be the first, for it will be my first
Wanna be the first to hear my child say their first word, wanna be there to witness their first step, their first tooth, first chuckle, wanna be what my child's eyes sees when they start to see, want them to know the taste of my fingers, know the sound of my voice and know that I chose to be there and will always be there, that I chose to be a father, their father
Wanna drop my child at chrech in the mornings and fetch them in the afternoons, wanna see their first scribling, wanna be the fisrt to buy and fit them their first school uniform
Wanna take them to meet my mom and siblings and both brothers and sisters rascals, wanna take them to grannies and grandfather's graves to introduce them, wanna take them to meet my father and his brothers,
Want everything first hand, be a father, a friend, a confidante to my child, I want everything first hand
#Poetic_ink
I can't sleep
Around me
Are quiet sounds
Of the night
Ticking of a clock
Creaking of the floor
Bored
I look out from my apartment
There is no one on the streets.
Hearing a scratching sound
I carefully tiptoe across the room
So no one will see or hear me
Placing my ear against the wall
I hear voices
Angry voices
Hysterical voices
Muffled voices
Someone is upset
They take turns yelling
I want to bang on the walls
And tell them for Christ sakes
It's two am in the morning
Why don't you take it outside
Or better yet go out and fly a kite.
My idea is ridiculous
The voices will not go outside
In the night
And fly a kite
They continue arguing
Over what I don't know
And I wonder
Does a loud angry voice
Make a quiet voice wrong?
His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes…when a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.”
Job 1:5 NIV
ON THE CUSP OF JOB
On the cusp of Job,
we find his sons
and daughters
feasting apart,
their hearts failing
their father and God.
On the cusp of Job’s
disasters, he purifies
and teaches.
He loves his kin
ever so much.
On the cusp of life’s
divide, Job’s priestly
responsibilities. Serious
as mannah delivered
every morning
to the hungry crowd.
On the cusp of pain
and sorrow, too great
for one man to take -
yet down the line
we find Jesus’ sacrifice.
On the cusp of this generation,
do we nudge our children
toward salvation or perdition?
Do we teach them to have
a lively faith?
7/6/2022
Final verse inspired by words from Ellicott’s Commentary
I lurch and crawl from
Bar to Bar
As most of all regulars and barkeep alike
Unfortunately can vouch and attest for
As i am well known or shall I say infamous
Far and wide in these establishment
Some have gone so far as to
Take turns or placing a watch out
So they have time to hide or run away
Rather than having been forced to listen to me
Regale stories and forms of poetry
With a booming voice best suited
For a outdoor amphitheater performance
Or town crier
Draped accordingly in gown and hat
Cane walking stick merely used as a prop
Performing everywhere he goes
Unfortunately most of time sadly uninvited
And if given the choice most publicans
Would Bar
Because he chases more customers away
Than end up wishing or wanting to stay
And worst of all he doesn't even
Buy a drink himself
He expects the other customers to
And when or if they eventually do
He then also says
Well go on then
May as well make mine a
Double
And don't try and fob me off
With the cheap stuff I am accustomed
To the finer things in life
And have expensive taste
I will have you know
And as since you are footing the bill and paying
I'll also have 1 to take away as well
Have you ever watched your world turn on you in numbers,
take turns to put burns on you without slumber.
Observed true colours
of sisters and brothers
from other mothers
and your siblings too
whilst you had no cover,
revealing you're alone but had no clue,
and they've got safety and protection
while you move hastily to isolation
with only grief and anger as company?
I have,
all I've known have been conts to me.
They left me empty and confused,
mentally battered and abused,
out of the blue with acts untrue,
just the choice they choose,
and no matter what my voice has no use.
Minds made up,
maybe corrupted recently,
or they've longed to get rid of me,
I'm sure I treated them decently
but it doesn't seem to be.
It brings out the beast in me
but the beast can't breathe or find peace
as the pieces don't fit leaving me puzzled,
I can't bite back I'm muzzled,
too weak to walk, crawling I struggle,
how could I be shrugged of them,
I feel like they mugged me then.
It's them that's cruel but how do I cope,
do I feed them guilt and hang from a rope,
NOPE!!
Carry on and tilt my world slowly
as I prove and show me
they didn't know who I am,
persevere and do what I can,
they turned on a boy,
who stood after destroyed,
persevere and do what I can,
they turned on a boy,
they made a man,
a man who stands,
destroy me if you can.