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An app on my phone says they’ll be snow tonight - we can expect .2 inches in New Haven. I can’t wait because where I come from snow is an event.
In Georgia, the mere suggestion of a snowflake in a weather report results in businesses closing, the freeway being blocked-off, and the entire city being evacuated.
Some poor, non-essential civil-servant is sent to his (or her) probable death in the cold, in order to try and startup the state’s single, neglected snowplow.
Reports of “snow” can provoke vicious, panic shopping for essentials, like Totino's Triple-Meat-Pizza-Rolls - known for keeping teenagers alive in weather-pocalypses.
As the snowflake is tracked-in by radar, wooden furniture is chopped up for strategic placement by the fireplace and beloved family pets are evaluated for their fur and nutritional values. Has Grandma really been pulling her weight lately?
These New Englanders seem completely nonplussed by snow, like republicans facing unnecessary death or the loss of American democracy. I think I’m going to video this.
Interesting fact: Snow actually falls from the sky. I know, it’s terrifying.
A body under a bush today called my attention.
Strange feelings overwhelmed me, too many to mention.
I swiftly looked away pretending I had not seen it at all.
My husband seemed to drive faster away from the mall.
I am not a crime solver or detective so why me I thought.
My husband was shaky, he seemed a little distraught.
Did you see a body? He asked me....by that playground slide
What body? I asked. I quite easily lied.
Probably a mannequin he said dismissively with relief.
We did not turn on the news for days, thus escaped some grief.
The body was discovered by a group of teenagers the next night
They looked great on TV, so it turned out better and all right.
A crackling sound as something splits off and falls further in.
A popping
A glimmer of yellow
We sit mesmerized, staring not at the fire, but at our friends
who have turned into darkened shadows
The trees have gone gray, and the day is cooler now.
our host has brought plaid blankets down from the house.
The teenagers have eaten their fill of s’mores.
They retire to a TV set somewhere to share stories not for our ears.
We care not.
The ghosts of eagerness urge us to share our most hidden stories.
They begin arriving little by little.
Family stories which have never been told
until this campfire
They continue until the embers turn gray.
Stories we will all remember, due to their newness
and the magical ambience of the night.
We were busy working in the fields as Jack roamed the area as his kind usually did. Then, all of a sudden, a gunshot rang out and we heard the cry of our dog as he managed to return to us. Returning to the arms of those who loved him, Jack quickly succumbed to his deadly wound. This was more than 50 years ago; but my eyes are drawing water as I write. A wealthy farmer shot and killed my dog for walking across his cotton field.
When I was a boy, I never heard of animal rights or of anyone making a fuss about cruelty to animals. So my dog Jack was shot and nothing was ever done about it. His days of loving and being loved were over, and no longer was he seen on the back of daddy's light blue Chevy pickup. We buried him under a big tree in our front yard.
Daddy once built a big swing set for his children and all the kids in the neighborhood. It was a source of real joy until a neighbor accidentally ran into it and knocked it down. That swing meant the world to us. We didn't have a lot of things, but we found other ways to create our own fun.
There was a night club not far from where we lived, and teenagers were not allowed, or at least, good parents did not allow their kids to go there. So daddy decided to open a teenage place just for the youth. It was great!
With a dog named Jack and a dad who cared, I learned early on that a heart filled with hate will never enter the pearly gates. I refused to allow my loss to spring a leak and allow anything less than love to capture my
heart.
10122017PoSpCtest, Let The Pens Flow, Jenish Somadas
I look at the deputies,
On the benches of the assembly,
They work for the nation,
But they haven’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
I listen to journalists,
They like champagne,
They like good words,
But they haven’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
The baker is very busy
through its chocolate croissants,
His butter croissants,
But he didn’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
The retiree in his car,
The doctor, in his office,
The delivery people are in a hurry,
But they haven’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
The spectators are happy
When the game starts,
They support players,
But they haven’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
Manet and Picasso, Monet,
Matisse and his friends, Lully
Are great artists,
But they haven’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
It’s better to love Gérard Philippe,
Simone Signoret and Gainsbourg,
Philippe Noiret and Belmondo,
But they haven’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
Sébastien, knows how to manage a cinema,
He is the king of Spain,
Of France and Navarre,
But he didn’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
The neighbor of Melou Street,
Walks her lapdog,
He mows his lawn often,
But he didn’t, that’s for sure
Only honey in the head,
It’s better to know humans,
Garage owners or farmers,
Pharmacist, or Bookseller,
Journalists on France TV 2
Teenagers or guardians of peace,
They are on the lookout for your faults.
Tasty newcomer, taco pizza is found only one place in our town
Once discovered, many of our teenagers ran there on Friday nights
Their tag-along-younger-brothers-and-sisters watched the cooks
Through a pass through window, which had them exaggerating efforts
We could smell them before they came out of the oven
Golden brown and piping hot. The cooks sprinkled them with cheeses,
And bits of freshly cut lettuce, tomatoes, and we salivated, waiting
Like dogs who had not been fed from Monday to Thursday
Our town is small; we were lucky to get one pizza parlor; we had two.
They both closed their doors, because the teens stopped going
They could not compete with the prizes at the gas station,
Which was also the only place we could purchase a taco pizza.
Can't understand the kids today
they look at life in a different way,
they don't seem to see the things we see
and have no idea what they want to be,
teenagers dressed in funny gear
swearing, smoking, drinking beer,
their music sounds like they're in pain
I'm sure they'll drive us all insane,
of course, it's just the kids today
it never used to be this way,
when we were young, not long ago
we liked our moms and dads to know,
the music we played was for them
to listen to, but not condemn,
we wore our clothes with lots of pride
and dressed up when we went outside,
we wouldn't ever start a fight
in fact we did everything right.
walking home, moods surly as the sky
why, I don’t remember
then we were caught in a sudden shower
not cats and dogs
but more than a drizzle
a middling rain
places where we could have taken shelter
but we kept walking
angry at the day, at each other
then it came down harder
we broke into a trot
cursing the sick weather
most expletives censored by the raindrops’ clatter
plowing ahead, but not moving as fast as we could have
through the blur of perpendicular water
by the time we ducked
into our apartment building, we were
a fluid mess of sodden clothes and plastered hair
raining on the lobby floor
and laughing like stupid teenagers
who had just pulled off a high school prank
and the wet
had seeped into my memory
We were teenagers when we moved in together
My boyfriend now my spouse
Young ,in love ,full of future
Excited about playing house
We would go to my mums for dinner
She lived quite a distance away
So I would always take my comfy flannelette nightie
So when home I could get into bed straight away!
He had said something wrong at dinner
So when we left I was really annoyed
Starting arguing with him in car
To that he just completely ignored!
His lack of response made me so frustrated
Then angrily out of the blue this came
“Don’t be so f…..n ignorant”
He glared, pulled over “Get out of the car he exclaimed”
I had never said the F word before until that night
It unexpectedly came out of nowhere
We were both as shocked as each other
Catching us both completely unaware!!
I defiantly marched off into the darkness
Handbag clutched in hand
As the Kombi sped off out of sight
Leaving me alone ….not what I had planned!!
Anger subsided ,reality stepped in
I was in a flannelette nightie on my own in the night
I ran and hid behind a behind a bus stop
Until minutes later the Kombi was back in sight!!
Angelic facial features with huge sparkling eyes
A perfect youthful dewy complexion
Very long silky looking thick hair
Red pouty lips moist with bright cherry gloss
Long red nails with big sparkling rings
A 22-inch waist, with perfect measurements
Legs that go on and on, forever, with
Perfect feet and toes in spiked heels
A very busty hour glass figure....
This air brushed enhanced fantasy woman can be found in most fashion magazines.
5/18/19
This was poem is written to bring attention to teenagers and the perfect body images they are trying to compete with. This has caused self-esteem issues and eating disorders as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. It would be so nice if our society depicted normal healthy realistic women in fashion magazines!