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In the gift shop of the Met*
I watch to see what people get.
The kids are mostly drawn to toys,
With Lego building sets for boys
And for the girls, a teddy bear
Or other stuffies which compare.
Women look at mugs or tees
Or jewelry, all kinds to please,
While men check hats or socks or ties,
No need to bother with a size.
For everyone within the store,
Of course, they’re selling books galore.
There, naturally, are art supplies -
In a museum, no surprise.
On offer are pastels and clay,
Plus paints and pencils on display.
A scarf collection caught my eye,
But mostly I’ll give in and buy
When I’m a tourist; then the urge
For souvenirs will let me splurge.
*Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC
Carnival Nights Poetry Contest
Robert James Liguori
There was a special carnival set in my memory
Rides, games, and food, cherished, and a prelude to our first kiss
And a second date where we watched Rambo: First Blood
But on that night, he held me in his arms dearly and lifted my spirits
Where the moon and stars looked down and smiled at us
And I remember passing a cow with big brown eyes
She proudly wore a blue ribbon garland around her neck
And as we exchanged glances, my eyes peered at my blue ribbon
He was standing right next to me, as the cow seemingly knew
As we closed the first chapter, the sights and sounds sing in my heart
Circus clowns, cotton candy lady, acrobats, and little kids playing
But it was my man, future husband, that my eyes were really on
Those blue jeans, long-sleeved white dress shirt, cowboy hat, paint that night
A true gentleman, he was, he handed a prize teddy bear to a little kid
Where the little girl clutched the brown furry one happily and beamed at mom
These montages are now old but forever golden beam the big top of my heart
I always remember those words, "ma'am, do you want to go on another ride?"
I see you
Eyes as soothing and true
A calming voice
Needed amongst the bustling noise
I see you
My life is not through
I cannot move
But you are keeping me cool
I see you
I am scared here
I need the comfort like a stuffed teddy bear
I see you
Earlier today I was a fool
Trying something I was not supposed to do
But you are here not on a break
Tending to those who are starting to wake
First thing one sees
Coming out of the darkness minus the colorful dreams
A bright light
Due to the reality of sight
Triggering an honest feeling to let out a scream
If you know what I mean
Then I see you
And the calming image too
Days later in my hospital bed
Feeling grateful that I am not in the morgue, dead
I watch the Hudson River boats
Knowing this situation was not my fault
Getting ready to go home
To recuperate from these broken bones
I see you
After that serious boo boo
I was alone
And you had that healing tone
I see you
And I am back healthy studying at school
Reminiscing a Future
Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort
Cool button in his ear on my tongue
Sound of silence of parachute’s silk
The nothingness of free fall before landing
Sight of an Octopus squirting ink onto my
Diving mask blinding with glimpses of vision
Touch of cow’s dung heating a humble
Wall sheltering compassionate feelings
Smell of blotting paper on a fountain
Pen’s script reflecting short-lived fragrance
Synaesthesia? Nonsense? Common Sense? Sixth Sense?
Ethereal Incense of mind soul and body transcending?
I taste childhood
I hear freedom
I see no delusions
I touch equality
I smell passion
I sense...Forever
26th July 2018
-The King's Dead-
Suddenly, I see. Chicken pox, is full of bandwagons.
Not the biggest reach for a climb to mount Everest.
It’s a bold statement with eternal boundaries.
Headshot, then I freaked it.
Mess my life up fam.
Don’t appreciate the sound of silence when the wind pipes down.
Working on a clustertruck. Throbs meltin.
Throw that pillow down, suffocate mainstream media.
Wreak havoc on Teddy’s carpet.
Shoo Mr. Voices. Raincheck. Payment up front or no clear conscious.
Jokes on you. I don’t know which ones mine.
Slide on in. He’ll be with you shortly.
Intercom’s static, interference from demons on the widescreen.
We want you home. Nadda.
Cross circuit grand prix, slow marathon.
Horses carrying on their long-faced façade.
They can’t avoid their carrot on the stick. Nor can We.
You looked but didn’t three. Line up the BBQ. It’s going to get steamy.
To All Who Gave Their Lives
Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of a girl, decades ago.I was born the week of the Anschluss.
Hitler, mad with power, many Americans, volunteered to serve, many gave
up their happy lives and many never came back
But I tell you what, nobody ran around hating our fellow Americans!
We had parades and were a God fearing people. We never heard of a New World Order. Today…the entire planet in disorder.
I remember the blackouts. All lights had to be turned off. We had to sit in the dark. It was a drill, if ever the enemy were to come here.
I’d take my teddy bear with me. We would sit in the air raid shelter. I could only see the stars winking at me.
Hitler was planning on doing America in, also.
Luckily our nation’s brave soldiers, and that of our Allies ended that.
When evil men, anywhere, try to destroy our rights and Constitutional freedoms, we must fight back.
Now, things are far worse. We have a number of world powers trying to do us in. I rarely see gratitude for living here…the media seems to have learned from Hitler…just lie!
In the last two years, we now have weaponized government against all and raided homes., and break our rights.
Censorship was Hitler’s specialty. And is going on today. Good people are illegally jailed.
Criminals are not only freed but made into gods and saints!
I did not grow up in an America being told it is hateful.
Nor was I told God’s laws are cancelled. But they are in every way.
Life was so different when I was young….it was sane!
There is only one flag of the United States for all of us, no matter our ethnicities!
Otherwise, all those who died for us, did die in vain.
It’s up to us, to see that they did not.
Speak up when you see evil.
The government was created for your freedom long ago. You are not their property,
Nor your children.
The rise of anti-Semitism is growing. And lately, attacks on Catholic Churches.
A beautiful statue of Father Junipero Serra has been destroyed! These are hate crimes and should be treated as such.
Don’t be silent in your poetry. Marigolds and rainbows will not save this country..and if lunatics run it…then it’s on our bac!
In memory of all who served and died for you, poet.
Panagiota Romios
5/29/2023
A distant dog competes with wailing winds,
howling like a banshee in raging gusts.
And a child cowers under the covers,
hugging his teddy bear: a friend he trusts.
The moon is sullied, smeared with charcoal greys,
while lightning flashes light up his bedroom.
And raindrops fall in tumultuous drops,
as a cloudy, starless night, turns to gloom.
His tears swell, as emotional dams burst;
instantly flooding this little boy's face.
And as thunderclaps explode in the night,
his heart is beating at a rapid pace.
The world is a scary place when you're five;
filled with things that want to eat you alive.
Staring with swollen eyes from a park bench,
he lights up a joint as puffs turn into smoke,
and with breath smelling of Johnny Walker,
and a face so dirty, it attracts an onlooker
who shouts, " Pity yourself, nobody cares! "
He laughs at him if he were telling a crazy joke,
" With a fat belly like that you seem a teddy bear! "
the drunken guy fight back emitting a belch.
This October afternoon is quite chilly,
some folks stroll and drink coffee,
the Hot Dog stand resembles a chimney
as the hungry man drools smelling beef,
but all is wants is more whiskey
not to feel rejected and wallow in grief.
‘.’.’.’.’.’’………’’’.’’’’….
My sweet angel , slowly close your eyes
Dream of stardust wisps and satin thread,
My arms gather your toes unto twinkling skies
Come now ,let moon beams cradle your head
Heaven’s fairies touch your cheeks to render
Blue sky lights fireflies and teddy bear kisses,
Smile now, winds blow fluffy twirls from yonder
Filled with magical pillows from soft night wishes
Cherubs spray chuckles on a bright wand
They’re babies too, keeping you safe and sound
Sleep now, drift off to wonder , wonderland
Mommy’s beside you, my love songs abound
This lullaby chimes straight from my heart
Till tomorrow brings us to new bubbly start
Hey little kiddies, have you heard this story
Bout the Teddy Bear who could count up to fifty
Only problem was, the numbers weren't in order
But his Bear friends all thought he was nifty
He'd start out, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
Mama Bear said he was doing just fine
Didn't want to hurt her little guy's feelings
She knew he'd figure it out in good time
“He'll learn them before he grows up,” she thought
When it's important to get numbers straight
Like when he's buying honey for his sweetie
And the store sign says five ninety-eight
At first he would count out nine eighty-five
Now that was too much for the honey
Then he remembered what Mama Bear taught him
And gave the man the right amount of money
You can find him going around counting all day
He goes, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two”
And laughs when Mama Bear gets all flustered
Then says, “one... two... three... fooled you!”