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Lee and I work for the same company. I've been here for ten years; Lee, for only a year. Her spot has been occupied by nine other young women in the past decade. They just left--not bothering to resign or clean out their desks--
simply vanishing, it seems, into thin air! They're now classified as "missing."
I hear about their cases on the news and just shake my head.
Through the years, I have made concentrated efforts to get close to the
young ladies who have worked in the position Lee now fills--and have
tried just as mightily to charm Lee. All have apparently been oblivious to
me, failing to realize what a catch I am! Oh, well, there will be others after Lee. She really doesn't deserve me anyway. None of them did--those vapid, unambitious creatures doing their mundane little duties. It's 5:25, almost
time to leave work. Lee walks to work and jogs home, after changing her shoes. I know exactly where she lives.
Lee isn't aware that I already know a great deal about her type--the barely-
average young woman destined for obscurity by her nondescript personality, incapable of fathoming that a heart can be as hard and black as ebony, unaware that she's about to be dangled over an opaque pit into which she
will be plunged, too dense to know that some nice-looking young guys hide behind a shiny veneer and watch--just watch--till the time is right to take
revenge on those who stupidly rejected their obvious charms. This woman,
my tenth, will deserve her crimson death.
The others never saw me coming, Lee. You won't either!
Date: November 7, 2017
Contest Title: Stalker
Sponsor: Silent One
words written to "hey there Delilah" song
Hey there my rachy
Your so smart funny and pretty
If you asked i’d walk a thousand miles
Through Every town and city
Just for you
Upon this earth your one of few
It’s all for you
Hey there my rachy
I knew we would go the distance
Always there when you were tearful
With a loving ear to listen
Wipe your eyes
Pray to god there’s no more cries
Your spirits rise
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Hey there my rachy
Thanks for giving me your strength
To help me battle through my war
I faced by following the tenth
your life got hard
tested and permanently scarred
your life got hard
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
hey there my rachy
i have words I want to say
so much I just don’t think i’ll have enough
of minutes in a day
must find a way
for all your kindness i’ll repay
i’ll find a way
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
Oh it’s always you and me
I’ll Find a way to fix your scar
And lift you up just like a bra
And always put you first no matter what
My friends will be put down the list
Life’s path now straight without a twist
a man that we can proud of again
My rachy I can promise you
I’ll fix your heart I broke in two
To make your mind and body feel brand new
I promise you
Hey there my rachy
Good to see you have you missed me
These two years have been a learning curve
That’s shown me what in life that I should be
Travel the world just you and me
Living stress free
Sometimes some words spoken are better left unsaid
Sometimes something so broken can never be repaired
Sometimes some friends are better off not around
Cuz all they do is let you down
Sometimes you fail nine times but succeed on the tenth
All these are ways of testing your strength
Sometimes whatever you build comes crumbling down
But you always build it better the second time around
You may cry all night over something that happened
But tomorrow's another day, that should not be forgotten
You may be hurt badly by an old lover
You live and you learn that's what makes us stronger
Be good to people and always spread love
Show that you care and share a hug
Whenever you get angry just take a deep breath
Cuz no one wants to die an angry death
Life is too short to hold people in heart
Forgive and let go just like a fart
Twelve Days Of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, I gave this to PD
A unicorn with its one horn all shiny, his face full of glee
On the second day of Christmas the unicorn was gone
She rang me and asked me if I could maybe get another one.
On the third day of Christmas I unplugged my telephone
I pretended not to be there, she might think I was not home
On the fourth day of Christmas she came knocking on my door
Come on Goldie she shouted, I am sure you must have more.
On the fifth day of Christmas she gave my door bell five long, long rings
But I didn’t answer it as I had no more of the blasted things
On the sixth day of Christmas I was searching hard for more
I had heard there was a unicorn sale on, but it was some old folklore.
On the seventh day of Christmas my luck came in at last
I found another unicorn but at its very best it was past
On the eighth day of Christmas I sent him directly to PD
She was so delighted she decided to ring and thank me.
On the ninth day of Christmas she sent to me a card
She realised I must have been busy, at a task that was very hard.
On the tenth day of Christmas her unicorn left once more
Poor PD was bereft, she was crying on the floor.
So remember if you love a unicorn so much that it makes you cry
You cannot take him home with you he has his own home to which he must fly.
© 20/12/2012 ~GG~
It was October the tenth of eighty-eight,
The memory still keeps me awake,
When I agreed to my first and last blind date
And thus made a HORRID mistake!
We met for cocktails at six on the nose
Knowing I had to work around nine
In my bag shoved a bra and casual clothes
Headed off perky, bra-less and fine.
My friend had described him as "funny as hell"
Only hoped she did not mean his face.
The only lone man's head was covered with gel
And two straws in his nostrils were placed.
I tried to make a quick turn around
But his horn-rims were not just for show
His beard held remnants of the food he had downed
And I soon found an excuse to go.
I grabbed up my purse, to my car made a dash
In the dark quickly took off my shirt
Reached for my bra, heard an unsubtle crash
And my senses all went on alert!
And there in my window, redder now than his nose
Stood my date for once flustered and mute.
And upon his head like some white, lacy rose
Was my bra, looking nothing like cute.
And lighting the way, so all could enjoy
My topless display and disgrace
With flashlight in hand, each scout a boy
Was troop 547 Lake Grace.
"You dropped this, I'm sorry" he stammered and ran
As the boys still continued to stare.
"Move along now young men, you helped out that man!
I've no badges pinned on me down there!"
So that is the tale how I gave up all dates
And now ALWAYS stay covered up tight
And how one moment can change all of our fates
Signed, Sister Margaret, Order of Light.
Outside the takeaway,
long shadows
mix and merge then part
in a constant stir of shapes
on a hot late afternoon
somewhere in a city
where half a million
will be lonely tonight
and a tenth of those
not have enough to eat
and perhaps a fifth
of the hungry
will have no home,
a million or more
will make love and maybe
a few thousand
will break up,
one person could be murdered
and a hundred mugged
or robbed,
whilst in dimly lit cubicles
across the town
about eighty souls
will die of natural causes
hardly making a sound.
Number 32, your order
is ready !,
have a good evening - thanks,
that didn't take long.
On the first day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- (and...) a Jedi who'll make life truly free,
On the second day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- two cans of bolts (R2D2 & C3PO)
On the third day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- three friend trends (Hans, Chewy & Lando)
On the fourth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- four battle droids
On the fifth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- five lightsabers
On the sixth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- six death stars bursting
On the seventh day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- seven star destroyers
On the eighth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- eight x-wing fighters
On the ninth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- nine storm troop runners
On the tenth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- ten dead stormtroopers
On the eleventh day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- eleven rebel fighters
On the twelfth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- twelve star wars movies (so far...)
-- eleven rebel fighters
-- ten dead stormtroopers
-- nine storm troop runners
-- eight x-wing fighters
-- seven star destroyers
-- six death stars bursting
-- five lightsabers
-- four battle droids
-- three friend trends
-- two cans of springs
-- and a Jedi who'll make life truly free!
I hear it friend! Don’t you?
But I’ve heard that sound before
When Legion screamed aloud its voice
And chilled men to the core…
They’ve sat so long in chamber
With nothing there to fear
The serpents head keeps changing
Each fifth or each tenth year
The ‘falling man’ a symbol
Unholiness abounds
A harsh reality awaits us all
As the chain-link underground
I hear it friend! Don’t you?
But I’ve heard that sound before
When Legion screamed aloud its voice
And chilled men to the core…
The worker claws at logic
Stores emptied without reason
The Devil’s in the detail
The poor accused of treason
We’ve watched the Towers fall
And we’ve seen the jaded truths
The proof of lies, they still deny
The eniquity the refute
I hear it friend! Don’t you?
But I’ve heard that sound before
When Legion screamed aloud its voice
And chilled men to the core…
Who’ll rise up to the call
The fight for Good or Evil
Protect our childrens future
Who’ll check the cards they’re Dealing
Our Brothers eyes are opened
Yet they tunnel in the dark
Their egos can’t deny their deeds
So they call themselves WAL-MART
I hear it friends! Can’t you?
Now, it’s louder than before
As Legion screams aloud
Its voice chills me to the core…
The Twelve days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me, I think that’s the police up there. So I drove them up against a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas, forensics were at my door, haha, I don’t live there any more.
On the third day of Christmas, a nationwide search was out for me, they would never find me, I was hiding up a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love called to say, why are there four birds calling you, what the hell is going on.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love texted to say, a reward of five gold rings is on your head.
On the sixth day of Christmas, I was joined by two turtle-doves, not forgetting that bloody partridge, who was really doing my box in.
On the seventh day of Christmas, the turtle-doves thanked me for the meal, with the words, the partridge would have loved this. Didn’t have the heart to tell them.
On the eighth day of Christmas, I laid into six geese with a half brick, now I really was hating birds, would die for a fish.
On the ninth day of Christmas, I caught the turtle-doves playing around with three French hens, a hand grenade put paid to that.
On the tenth day of Christmas I got turned on by eight maids a milking, though this was short-lived when I was attacked by seven swans a swimming.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, feckin drummers turned up, followed by eleven pipers, ten lords trying to leap nine ladies of the night. F*** sakes, man, do these people know who they’re dealing with.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I awoke from a drunken dream. My god, the wife screamed, somebody’s massacred the partridge, what the hell are we going to do now, there’s only fish left to eat.
Only fish left to eat,
Oh God, thank you for my Christmas treat….
When I first came on the stage of poetry soup,
You greeted me with encouraging words;
Then slowly we became the best of poetic friends forever,
You gifted me with a Lifetime Membership just because;
Now you are an angel in heaven watching over me.
Another forever friend who I call on for help,
She sure knows grammar and punctuation;
And her rhyming and meter is always perfection to behold,
When I am in a dither she is there to help me to do it right;
I can send a soupy mail and she will guide me through.
Oh I am so happy to have a very nice lady,
Who knows my eyesight is not that good;
So when she sees a little typo in my poem and poetry,
She does not hesitate to let me know so I can fix it up;
This kind of compassion is so special if you ask me.
These are my heroes:
Linda-Marie, The SweetHeart
Andrea Dietrich
Sandra Haight
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October 18, 2015
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