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Anthony had always been cautious and wise about matters of morality. But
this time, his eyes were dim to matters of reality. That December day was
relaxed and peaceful. The "back then's and remember when's" began to leap like antelope across many years in his memory zone. But trouble lurked
ahead, and he was home alone. All was calm and silent, but it wasn't even night. The day wasn't holy, but it was sunny and bright. In the quietness of his
blessed home, out of curiosity, he picked up the phone. He never should have made that fateful call. It cost him dearly, and he nearly lost it all. It was
indeed a normal beginning of the winter season. But sometimes normal changes course for any reason. Like falling leaves of Fall, innocense graced
that first call. A happy season, it was Christmas Eve as I recall. It would have been better had he gone shopping at the mall. But instead, he was curiously
driven, unaware of what would befall. He simply wanted to touch base with his past, and that was all. He never realized his future was moving toward a huge
waterfall. It's funny sometimes how a bit of curiosity can lead us astray. But it's not funny when we realize how we can easily lose our way. For seven
months, he ignored the teachings of Jesus, Peter, and Paul. As his resistance grew weaker and smaller, his became a battle royal. There were songs that
came to mind making him feel 10 feet tall. But without warning, he felt one song penning him against the wall. That song spoke of a Southern city on
Southern summer nights. And I tell you, for seven months, he really had no desire to be right. In his heart, he knew he was wrong. Within a few weeks,
he realized he really was not that strong. It's funny sometimes how initially we have no misguided intention at all. But it's not funny when we come close to
a great big fall. His deed was detected, causing a bit of dismay. But in process of time, it was to his delight that he was brought to the light. In due time
there came along one like a lion on the prowl with a mighty roar. After being pulled from the jaws of the bear, Anthony began to thrive and soar, and like
an eagle, he mounted on the heights. Doubtless, he would surely have been devoured had not God sent someone to help him fight.
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Mother
I never really understood
the depth of your love until
I became a mother to.
I have respect for you and
I love you very much.
The woman I am today is
because of your unwavering
love.
I know if you could have
protected me from the pain,
I endured in my life you would
have because that's what
mother's do.
Kids
I love you so much. The heart
in my chest beats for you. I
never really understood what
love was until you came into
my life.
I'm grateful to be your mother
and I couldn't have asked for
better kids.
Do some times you put my
nerves on edge? Or allow me
to experience every emotion
up under the sun?Yes but that
what children do and love you
very much.
Siblings
I know I may have not been the
perfect sister. But you need to
know that I love you very much.
That bond that we shared as kids
is unbreakable. No matter where I
am or where I go you mean the
world to me.
Do sometimes we still act like kids
and stop talking to each other for
something foolish?
Yes but that what siblings do.
And my love for you will never
change.
Relatives
I know sometimes we lose con-
tact with each other and don't
know what's going on in each
other's lives. But we are family
and the love I have for you will
forever remain. Do we finally
touch base and say we will
get together soon? Yes be-
cause that's what relatives do.
And that my dear loved one really
has to change.
Friends
You all are so special. Truly a
gift from up above. At times
when I needed a shoulder to
cry on you were there. You get
me and accept for who I am. I
know I can be difficult at times.
Do sometimes I forget to tell you
what you mean to me? Yes be-
cause that's what friends do,
I thought you knew that I love
you very much and so glad
you're in my life.
11-19-16
Alexis Y
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
Our past relationship, whatever the boundaries, can we consider being activity partners at some point in time. Capable of giving support, in the form of wellness updates, at times to the other, or are we still both parts of”projects” uncompleted. Feeling heavy weight, depression, and workload, so not in a position to give anything more. This is necessary to close the doors of expectations, when in a position where there is no chance, for original hopes and plans. But what I can’t understand, is why the symbol of an open window in spring that lets in and allows us to hear notes of songbirds, feel new air circulating to breathe, can’t be warming, and dissipate the chills of past seasons, past memories of “projects, we took on, and couldn’t see the effect within ourselves, how ultimately draining family support can become. What happened to the partners we once loved freely , seemingly without effort. Bottom line; can the timing ever be right again, when we can say and feel, we’re in a position to be more ”partners”, then, “projects”, to each other, and ourselves. Even when too many projects are on our plate I think we deserve to have touch base partners in life. Only a few words is all it takes to open the door, to find out if someone is a new partner, or one lost and now found again. How will you know A partner versus a project? Partners won’t require much work, just feel supportive. A project will cause headaches, heartaches, and weigh on the spirit, simply net negative. Here is the kicker, we’ve all been projects to ourselves and others. So If we learn to back off, understand we’ve all been projects, maybe we can help and find a partner within a project, in an unexpected place, at an unexpected time, never considered or thought possible before.
I curse away one head to stabilize the thinking,I curse away the set of eyes that forever fall from the face to set a clear vision.I curse away the spear,the nation builder to educate the ***** controlled youth.i curse away your home and give the country a roof over their heads.
In the name of Hani,Sobukwe,Plaatjie and Biko I cast away the power hungry demons,I cast away the big tummied devils and I also cast away the raw fish eating kings.In light of peace,love and harmony I pray for justice,sense and sanity.I pray for the end of blood shed,xenophobic attacks and women bashing.
Black against black,white against white,black against white,our sense of sight has been racially removed.A rainbow belongs in the sky,I will continue to carry a gun and shoot everyone who looks different.Dompas memories,Bantu Stans living,Africanism disappearing I curse away tenderpreneurship.
Big beard,farmer clothing and a monkey hating gun.Game drives on police vans I will drag race with the monkey tied at the back.Blood spilling,dark screams as you touch base with your ancestors.1652,1990,1994 I curse away the Dromedaris.
"Black like me"
Cheeky black statements,arrogant monkeys,I call upon the mirror.
Mirror mirror on the wall prove that blacks are still stupid.
Mirror mirror on the wall hope the trick works again.
Green,Gold and Black
We hope for greener pastures,gold fields to rid poverty but we know black will always darken our futures.
There she lies with a smile on her tired face
eyes closed taut to extinguish the sunlight.
Occasionally she would peep just to touch base
to say a few words then continue her fight.
Summer was ending as momma’s time was too
each day was a struggle to take one more breath.
Angels were calling as family tensions grew
it was so tormenting waiting for her death.
A day was spent talking to deceased loved ones
venting all of her anger on ones who hurt her.
Shocking revelation eventually stuns
as shallow exhausted mind starts to transfer.
Daily said I love you, it could be her last
but she would always reply, I love you more.
I persistently announced she was a blast
and that I never thought her to be a bore.
On the eve of her death I could feel it near
her breaths became short, sketchy, and weak.
Living without her, I felt tremendous fear
as I lowered to kiss her frail-soft-creased cheek.
I ran my fingers through wavy gray hair
and held her face in my trembling small hand.
Releasing her was more than I could bear
the lump in my throat started to expand.
Tears exploded all over my burning cheek
never had I cried this much before.
I was so overwhelmed I could not speak
except for the words, I love you more….
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "Last words to a loved one” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gareth James
Jan. 31, 2011
a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the vangogh
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxic bay
and ozonescent that seaweed belches beyond which
we touch base grounded through our sneakers over
mandrakehandled roots thirsty the
ariels of the island it thralls me and I am also video
pronouncing this is metafiasco you leading me
landing us nowheres following the one true path to
enjambment
of the dark of chlorophyll
waterless the sun photos and we are waterless
set in a shoot of turning shoots lifeline
a fake slick of isthmus cast off cast off you
and I am all crenulations and palisades thinking this all must
come to an ending to ahead like slipshod jackdaws come
crisping across the heat toasted toadstools stopping only to talk and yes
even to each other sweating chanting hums decomposing
future memoirs spying
on the natives howling from the tourists two
last things finding binocular hands listless cutoff
from the cymbeline sand by short steep racks of rockwalls sandwiched
by soil and grass and an idling car pulsing
in the early afterlight a magic roustabout of tapping
every faculty each musty sense one more day slapped down in
stone for an organgrinding holy day
(Dedication: To my old school mates,
Class of 1971, St. Joseph's Insitution,
Singapore)
~~~~~~~~~
In a swift flow
Old times catch-up,
Three in a row
Espresso cups.
Queen Street unfurls
With simple flair,
We sit and curl
Sift old time airs.
Old days discuss
With ample wit,
A meal to buzz
As fancy hits.
Two score and six
Years blown away,
A motley mix
To anchor say.
By this fine space:
Mary's Kafe,
Greet face to face
As updates sway.
Change looks so strange
As we touch base,
Age screams new range
To fit our case.
Make small talk blunt
With new chit-chat,
Familiar grunts
Pry this and that.
Old versions add
A sparkle here,
Each to a fad
Dimpled with cheer.
Mellow old bones
Tell a story,
Each ageing tone
As life sparks spree.
Just for a while
Warm moments fit,
A glimpse of smiles
In jolly wit.
So much to say
Now each to each,
Sip drinks today
Old times track reach.
A few hours here
To share old times,
School days once near
Distract odd chimes.
Too soon, too quick
Time to part ways,
Each to his flick
A path and play.
A group picture
For keepsake kind,
A sure fixture
Frames peace of mind.
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2017
Singapore
this territory's a wasteland
the curious that pass by
stop in for a drink
then go on their merry way
a full suitcase to advertise
this place is a sh-thole
and no matter how nicely it's stated
it's exactly that
and we're all just suspended from its reaches
blinded by white lights and white lies
sex sells, and so does attention
for every word of information
there's a worthless thousand
cheap entertainment, free distractions
the cost of a monthly fee
and then it's all you can eat
so gorge on mediocrity
traded over wire lines
reeling you in at the end of this hook
this is the binge
meet the barely copable
becoming the still-ignored
in a beautifully "brave new world" context
we can no longer hear screams
laughter, shouts, sobs
or the fizzling of anger
it's a disappearance no one appears to miss
so another slips off
and as usual, no one notices
so impersonal, so disrespectful
is this a new way to communicate
or a new way to fall apart?
there can never be too much of anything
but if it's there to take
someone will take it till bloated
the fastest way to touch base with the world
and we're forevermore wrapped up in our particular lives
so everybody log-in tonight
then wave goodbye to the world at large
Life is quite a challenging adventure; like a box of 64 Crayola’s, every color brings a new way of seeing to this spectrum.
The biggest year challenge for me was 2020; I learned to take time for introspection and observance of the world around me; I listened to nature’s call and she taught me to see with my spirit; to taste the nectar of energy around me; to hear the music of the foliage.
My challenges were met with reflection, moments composed of aloneness without really being alone. My cat and I together heard the words of the trees, flowers and our souls; one with nature, with the universe.
I learned to take time to play because though it might be limited, there was still time. Alterations made to my lifestyle were simply an opportunity to reexamine myself, this realm.
I learned there were other ways to touch base with folks; man’s ingenuity always finds a way to connect, but in connecting with the world around me in an introspective way, allowed me to truly see with spirit; that life does continue and that when we listen and observe all around us; we survive and transcend difficulties.
1-13-2022
This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh