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He watched her walking through the night
Into the darkness of life
To the ever-changing days
She glanced with the words trailing
You can’t see me
In the night all cats are grey
It’s always been that way
Did you see the sign
Walking towards
Like death walking towards that point
But going no further
Not when the gravestones scream
Injustice
For the mourned
They watch in the night
For that glimpse
As the rising mist
Touch her aura
In a strange way
We rejoice
Watching her walking through the night
Whispering
You can’t see me
In the night all cats are grey.
The other woman I was not the other worldly one I was
with sexy strut she came she did this is what I ghastly did
with a ghoulish voice I spooked and thwarted no applause
no I never did forget the hurt she caused, he caused...
A solitary candle glowed on my gravestone mod it glowed
a putrid smell of stinking corpse arrived when I arrived
like a hunk of foul skunk hidden in an old commode
I sent her goosebumps and a lump of hate archived
Smoke filled the air a tomcat appeared at her heels
with claws, fangs and two angry eyes ready to fight
yanking at her flaxen hair I prepared for a tart meal
as she screamed and screamed, wildly into the night.
The other man he was not the love of my life he was
wearing faded jeans and a Nike T, he goaded me
Slimy slithery things crawled up towards him with a cause,
he never knew what hit him as he burned to the 3rd degree!
For no just cause, my quiet nature has been wrongly interpreted in
all sectors of life. As early as elementary school, teachers, kids
and peers mocked at my painful shyness, chipping away at my soul.
As a shy personality, it is often perceived as something deficient
and as a sign of weakness. The opposite is true as we take our time
to better assess situations.
Another erroneous belief about the quiet and reserved is that they
lack self-esteem and self-confidence but facts show as introverts we
are highly sensitive, bright and gifted people.
Discrimination against the meek and humble can lead to prejudice
causing work reviews to have an unsupported result of negative
feedback based on personality rather than work.
Though my resume and reference letters, details extensive
experience as a legal secretary and an asset to any law firm,
personnel thought I got the job for appearance rather than skill set.
In one firm, I was fired because my superior said she didn’t like my
personality. I quietly said, “I don’t speak so how could you know me?”
She irately replied: “I don’t like your mannerisms.”
In actuality, my quiet demeanor and exterior unjustly
characterized me. As all these outward inferences never let
anyone know the slightest bit about me.
Today, I have just cause to be wary of other people’s perverse
ideas and ill-conceived standards. As they continue to hold
me in unqualified contempt.
Because of this discrimination for so many decades due to my
gentleness and humbleness, it is my contention that society
has handed me down a life sentence of injustice and bias.
Although, I remain imprisoned by opinions of hypocrites,
I trust that God will show His merciful exoneration towards
me as I’ve shown mercy to all who persecuted me.
Thus, I remain a hopeless victim, from those who sought to
harm me for No Just Cause!
4/9/17
Vultures circled overhead then swooped in
Towards the remains of a human
Nearby an outcrop of rocks that protruded
Another morning filled with fog
A frog sat upon a log
Of which he was fond
Inside a pond full of fronds
Within a bog
Located way beyond
A horse named Cork participated in all sorts of sports
Involving some kind of course
Holding its own head up high, while it continued forth
Even when the winds blew with force
From the south, east, west or north
Close and far from any wharf
They won so often that there owner bought a porsche
And new home with a beautiful porch
A cat that was a black
Attacked a rat
Then ate it as a snack
Rather fast
In a patch of grass
Before it groomed and scratched
Then sat in the back of a shack
Nearby a hat rack and took a nap
At last
Out of town
Across a field that was recently plowed
A brown cow sat down
On the ground
Below a sky with little clouds
After it had some chow
Before, during and after it haled
A person had a few too many pale ales
Then went off the rails
By pulling off a chick's ponytail
And getting caught with a scale
Next day woke up in jail
With no bail
And realized they had failed
In their own coffin another nail
Eventually was released and got home to bills in the mail
And nothing but bread that was stale
So they inhaled
And focused on how to prevail
Throughout the trail
Before seeing boats in the distance with sails
Soon after flew by a flock of quail
And then far away towards the horizon, water spouted from a whale
By: Dalton Ogletree
An End
Coming to this journey, relief from all the pain.
No longer watching you fall, and fall again.
This surely will be the end of torrential rain,
rain that has permeating every cell in my brain.
I am able to perceive a beam of translucence light
shinning down upon your history, exposing your fight
against all your daemons, daemons now taking flight
as you pursue many new adventures, journeys so bright
that all will be left behind, daemons no longer in sight
as you walk towards the future, where all will be alright
and your spirit, on wings, will take you higher than a kite
as you soar, like an eagle, far above a life filled with plight.
B. J. “ A ” 2
February 1st 2017
His name was Timothy Treadwell, aka The Grizzly man.
He was a naturalist who had a very strong love for the grizzly bears of our land.
He alone at times would chase off poachers to protect his animal kin.
How ironic that the very beast that he loved so much would one day come to kill him.
One day he got fed up with the people world and sought solace in the land of the bear.
It was just before hibernation time. The worst time to be there.
Any bears not hibernating weren't because they hadn't been fully fed.
That is why, he came to die when a hungry bear killed both he and his girlfriend dead.
Whereupon they'd ignore him in the past, now they had to satisfy their fast.
One bear crossed paths with he and she one night, and saw them both as a culinary delight.
His camera was rolling but the lense was covered, still one could hear very clearly the audio.
The bear attacked him first. He screamed out to Amy, "Amy, get out of here, go!"
She would not abandon her man. She grabbed a frying pan and beat it atop the bear's head.
That's when the grizzly bear turned on her and rendered poor Amy dead.
The bear was tracked and killed. An autopsy revealed Timothy and Amy's body parts.
If Timothy could know that this bear was killed it most certainly would have broken his heart.
I spoke with him once briefly and told him to be careful. "You do sometimes cross the line."
"I appreciate your concern," he replied, "but I know what I'm doing. Everything will be fine."
Many say he was crazy, and maybe perhaps he was losing his mind towards the end,
but I learned so much about grizzly bear behavior, that I'd have never known if not for him.
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
I sat on a bench beneath the willow tree,
A bit far from home, sadly I had to be.
My wife and I had a tiff, I was annoyed,
Downhearted I felt, all my calm was destroyed.
Dark clouds covered the sky as the sun was hid.
So I trudged towards my house, I went unbid.
Downhearted and so annoyed I still remained,
My heart had to solve for my virtue was stained.
On the lawn, I saw narcissus everywhere,
Quickly I cut a small bunch with utmost care.
Such lovely yellow flowers with fragrance sweet
I gave them to her, she made our life complete.
No idle discussions, she was to decide.
She gave me a cuddle, my joy I couldn't hide.
Placed 1
8 February 2023
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Was it a reproduction
Of a Rothko in a book resting on his lap,
A swathe of black sky over
A grey sea, perhaps,
That triggered it.
He recalled pictures of
Brutalist concrete bunkers and silos,
Sinister dark steel ramps,
That carried doddlebugs and V2 rockets.
He relived a moment in a
Museum, a Messerschmitt 109,
Hanging from the ceiling
Tilted at an angle
Ready to dive and attack;
Remembered black and white grainy
WW2 photos inside an album,
The fresh faced pilot and crew,
Next to a Wellington back from a raid,
All smiles and thumbs up.
The images came to him tumbling
One after the other like slides from a projector.
Then he looked up,
It wasn’t grey at all.
As if imitating the Rothko,
The cloudless sky,
Floated over a calm,
Cobalt blue sea.
He got up from the sun bed,
Dusted gold sand from his feet
And headed towards
The beach bar.
He thought of stopping
For a drink, then decided not to,
The people were too noisy
And the techno-music too loud,
This was Sopot 2014 after all.
Crossing the wooden walkway
To his hotel, he saw
His girlfriend.
She was showing
A woman an amber necklace
She had bought the day before
At the market.
He moved closer; as the
Woman held the necklace
Towards the light,
He noticed a dark spot on one
Of the stones,
It was a fly, trapped,
And screaming to get out.
The awakening with which I was blessed
Is the most precious gift that Life could
Ever give me!
No amount of materials would ever be worth it
Since, in the very end,
The material body rots
And shatters into dust particles,
Having not even by its side,
Remnants of its shadow!
Yet, it becomes a puzzle
To make out the meanings of its riddles
It becomes harsh
When the meaning gets twisted
And turned over in my mind
As I wonder about its many options!
Living with it, though,
Feels like being always sheltered by an invisible shield
Living with it, indeed,
Feels like the angels want me to know
That they are here, watching over me intently!
Why, the happenings of each moment
Matter not
The burns of each charcoal on my skin
Matter not
The blood oozing out of my soul
Matters not
The cries of my heart as pain invades it
Matter not!
Nothing does and nothing ever will
Except showing more submission
More love, more obedience
To the power which thrust my awakening
Upon me!
Pray, the ways of the Lord are harsh
And they do get harsher as the level of
Spirituality rises!
I know,
I have failed the skies many a times
Being, for the most,
Ruled by the tugs of my human essence
But then
There where the Lord resides
Is where I wish to be
Enjoying His grace, His mercy, His kindness,
And even His love
As if such were my due!
The awakening with which I was blessed
Remains the oars I use to row my canoe
In Life's murky swamps
As the waters get more wavy
And creatures of the depths show up
Merely wishing to have me agonise towards my doom!