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At the end of every service each Sunday afternoon,
While walking out the back doors many sing a special tune,
Tables are set up with food and toiletries on top,
It becomes like a free food store or a gift shop,
Some Sundays there is bread, cakes and different brands of cereal,
Other times there are candles, clothes and cosmetic material,
Whatever the blessing, it is open to anyone from the congregation,
This is just an extra, not the church’s obligation
Now some people who attend are very poor, while others just have hard weeks,
Even if you’re wealthy you’re more than welcome to take a peek.
One Sunday there were boxes of sweet scented candles
I watched as a woman took more than she could handle
I offered to help her bring the boxes to her car
I knew that she had parked very far
When I got to her trunk what I did see, were ten boxes, each holding about twenty!
At first I laughed and found it kind of funny
“You must enjoy lighting candles" I said, she said "no it’s all for money"
My eyes opened wide and I asked her to clarify,
She proceeded to tell me everything she gets free, she puts on the internet for others to buy,
Now I ask you is she a genius or a criminal?
Is this something that should be viewed as minimal?
This is like Robin Hood stealing from the poor to make himself rich,
I don’t think that I am wrong for seeing a serious glitch,
The stuff that’s supplied is to help people that are struggling,
Yet this lady thinks its ok that she is smuggling,
That was the last box I ever offered to carry,
I hope that these act's of hers will somehow tarry.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest:
Genius or criminal " True Story"
it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions.
Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples.
Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter
flow in a neon moonlight.
A sound system promotes discount cookies.
Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section.
A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes.
In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel
appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies.
Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo,
Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum,
and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality.
I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio
keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson.
In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her.
A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy.
My imagination reaches for the forbidden,
a fruit that was fresh this morning –
a thousand years ago.
The College Caravan
Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the last icicle melting unnoticed in the spring thaw.
Morning’s excitement, today’s foreseen guest, found her passkey
so early, she displaced the alarm clock, announcing her presence.
On the verge of adventure, our cramped van vacates the driveway,
eager to meet the other jammed vehicles joining our journey.
Sporadic chatter splinters moments of spurned monotony,
spanning the miles amassing in our rearview mirror until …
A hatchback hauling a heavy load leads our line exiting for the rest
stop, where the parking lot hosts vehicle after vehicle stuffed with
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chests of plastic drawers …
Our re-entry acceleration runs smoothly, courtesy of a
clamshell-covered car graciously slowing to permit our advance.
From sedans to SUV’s, the right lane is flush with fenders and
families, forming a cohesive chain whose links approach “The Exit”
signaling for the deceleration lane. The college caravan, flowing
onto the exit ramp and through the green light, turns and winds
along Main Street. As the minivans, hatchbacks, clamshell-covered
cars, and SUV’s pour onto college campus USA, they’re carrying
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, chests of plastic drawers,
and, of course, the proud, nervous parents …
escorting the Freshman Class of 2018!
E. V. Wyler
Woke up (September 6th, 2020)...
Got outta bed boot
did not drag comb against head
of beetle browed foo fighter,
he did not arise
bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed
to bucket flush toilet.
After attending her asinine
morning toiletries, the missus
lovingly nudged me awake
quickly urging me to betake
sleepyhead husband pronto to bathroom,
(no matter I got bowled over from behind plus
additionally getting flush while hurriedly
caught up with current movement),
nevertheless despite being anointed
de facto proxy plumber,
crowned emergency attendant
incorporating obligatory undertones
yours truly summoned
one man bucket brigade
to block and tackle
messy task at hand,
cuz jack (ass) of all trades
and master of none
immediately got jibberjobber
self into action.
Accessible bathtub and shower linkedin
as washing facilities,
hence after pouring voluminous hot water
into maw majesty,
viz Ms porcelain goddess,
she gurgled and gushed with delight,
thus avoiding the need
to call maintenance man,
whose availability of sundays
(September 6th, 2020
no exception to rule)
more difficult than
finding needle in haystack.
Once morning dirty deed
done dirt cheap duty completely done,
cuz sudden necessity to evacuate arose,
strong bodily need,
to excrete I could not ignore, but only heed
lest aging garden variety
long haired pencil neck geek,
would figuratively experience
a posteriori his bottom dropping out
subsequently with dog speed
donned in Scottish tartan
and Harris tweed
pink frilly ("I hate boys")
nonetheless monogrammed underwear
adorned with precious venerable bead
hmm... methinks hyperbole
token heterosexual doth exceed.
Ass side resorting to poetic dramatization, eh
generic guy relishes word play touché
so please pardon me this literary antic okay
a non believer regarding conformity
also atheist, which confession he will pray
fly high wherein realm harboring soul of
Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger,
comte de Saint-Exupéry.
Staying at a Marriott,
You know just what you'll get.
In terms of cleanliness and style,
You have no need to fret.
The same applies to other chains -
It's comforting to find
The room decor and toiletries
Are what you had in mind.
But when you book a local inn,
It's always a surprise.
Descriptions of your room might clash
With what's before your eyes.
It may be better, may be worse,
But one thing is for sure;
It won't resemble any room
You've ever had before.
So play it safe or take a chance
But either way, relax;
When you're away, enjoyment should
Be amped up to the max.
Dedicated to My Blessing, Timothy Lee, with Endless Love
Loving me includes a two-for-one, challenging package
because I love and care for my grown, special-needs son.
He said his love’s sincerity held my son in its reality.
Loving him revealed my heart’s innate, soulmate measure,
and the tenderness two honed hearts can lovingly render.
Happiness surged and rose through my flesh, blood and bones.
Call me old-fashioned, but after decades spent in an office,
I embraced his wish that I handle hearth and let him provide.
Everything from bills to meals were my responsibility deal
that blended with his labors and lent smoothness to savor.
For many years our efforts combined in tension free designs
of two hearts and heads free of pressure’s grayish binds.
Then came a day when I disappeared for years inside our home.
Though present, my brain issues left him abandoned and alone
with the strife of obligations in life for me, himself and my son.
He took on everything from meals, bills, cleaning and toiletries
while tortured by concern and weighty fears he could not free.
How bleak it must have been,
wishing to fix,
never able to mend.
When my mind came back, I asked why he had not chosen to run,
pointed out we weren’t married, no obligation existed to bind him.
I stated his life had surely turned tough, with struggles of enough.
I was holding his hand and my teary eyes were attached to his
when he said, "for you, my heart grew a steadfast, loyal love and
leaving you, our life and son was something I never thought of.”
Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income
courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success to
acquire Bachelor's Degree
objective self instilled since "star student" -
(another moniker the missus aptly affixed)
amply proven successfully completing
undergraduate engineering degree
(a minor in je nais sais quois French),
this from storied high achieving Ivy League
University founded by Benjamin Franklin
this "sir" once again
applauds laudatory milestone,
and additionally acknowledges
sincere appreciation surrendering
veritable treasure trove
commestibles, toiletries, vitamins...
allowing unswerving selflessness
to kindle tears of utmost gratitude
figurative biological dice throw
now embarks upon admirable
self reliant (no batteries needed)
time tested personal conviction
proving steely mettle with panache,
despite fallings out
undermining rapport during yesteryear,
when dada felt important,
evinced kibitizing, pampering,
reading requested stories,
(yea even Harry Potter - now passe)
aware how mine debauchery,
who set poor flagrant example
posited ye to escape appalling
financial, emotional, spiritual...
domestic conditions
ye understandably
envisioning more ideal legal guardian,
asper loco parentis
thus parting equals bittersweet
sorrow for dada, whose bottled anger
directly linkedin to opprobrious
selfish misdeeds compromising
psychological welfare two precious progeny
whose presence provided joie de vivre,
and never wanted restraint imposed
maturing into an admirable young lady,
no matter sentiments towards me
poisoned by toxicity, whose
predilection to debilitating panic
undermined, restrained, quashed...
necessary needs and wants
to nourish healthiness...
despite aggravating, hellbent
nerve wracking time consuming
odiously infernal exhausting
drive to accept donations,
i.e. personal belongings...
dada doth care for thee!
When I was a kid I heard this term
My simple young mind was aghast
How could there be a tree for such things
My mind was confused unsurpassed
Pictured this scene of a big old oak tree
With a seat carved into it's bark
The seat had a hole the size of a bum
Where a man for relief would park
The meaning was finally explained to me
Toiletries were sweet smelling lotions
To make us tough guys smell oh so purdy
This concept I sure had no notion
Now when I go out I douse myself
With that powerful smelling cosmetic
Dressed in my spiffy new velvet attire
Enhanced by my charms so magnetic
When I was a kid I heard this term
My simple young mind was aghast
© Jack Ellison 2013
I found it in a small community grocery store. It all started back in March when the quarantine began.
We were getting enough of food, toiletries, and water. Our trips were curtailed and the gas prices were dropping.
Each time I went to the grocers, they were always out, always. They were out of the one thing that we learned to live without.
But obviously everyone desired this one item I could never find. I understood and never doubted why the item was so greatly coveted.
So many people were unemployed and at home cooking, drinking, and eating. Schools were closed and kids were being home-schooled and of course, eating. I imagined all the fragrances and aromas flowing from everyone's house but our own. I longed for the bread and biscuit rolls, and the cinnamon rolls covered in sweet brown sugar and lots of walnuts. I was missing my wife's sweet and savory pastries because she lacked this one item.
To my long-awaited delight, I finally located the one item I could not find for months. Even so, I was really amused when I reached for that 3-count package of yeast, THE LAST ONE on the shelf. It's also refreshing to know that in these not-so- united, United States, we were at least united in 'home-baking'.
080520PSCtest, Strand Completely New(24), Brian Strand. HM
Contest entry112720, The Last 1, Anthony Biaanco