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Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the buxom lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
meanwhile elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
while they transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Beware the dancers who’ve ascended from hell,
who come to the swamp lands or elsewhere at night.
They transfix their victims and try to steal their souls,
causing them to dance with them beneath the moonlight.
If you should be caught by them, focus your mind.
Don’t look at the doom in their soulless eyes.
Pray to your God to help you to escape,
for demons we humans have to despise.
Pray hard, pleading, “Wickedness, be gone.”
To their music don’t let your body sway.
If you die, it needs to be to God’s light
that you let yourself be carried away.
Your life is precious, so take pleasure in it.
And do your best to live your life well
so you may avoid with your last breath
the dancers who waltz dead souls down to hell.
Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind.
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the attractive lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
and transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that the weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Like scramble eggs wanting over easy
Life bounces
Go with it, Bounce high bounce far
Bounce for bouncing
We are here once at least in this form
Today human
Tomorrow sparrow
Yesterday butterfly
Sitting inside my front screen porch
Mellow is the mood of my neighborhood
The sound of shoveling echos in the distance
I taste the day and savor the calm
Sunny and warm with a giggling breeze
And a lonely cooing of an turtledove
The sound of shoveling mixes into the moment
scraping the sound, spreading gravel
tap tap tap, it ceases
A lazy car moseys down the road as if nowhere to go
And my eyes transfix on the lovely figure
of a young teen girl walking slowly and surely
With no modesty of clothing or vibe
Indeed youth is wasted...
Troubles or pleasures life goes on
The night will shade
The day will shine
Life bounces either way
back and forth
high or low
Bounces
How is it that you're beautiful
I really do not know
Your dad and I are average
we do not have your glow
Could it be true, some goddess genes
got somehow in the mix
When you walk by, I see the eyes
Of all the men transfix
You've got the curves; you've got the class,
and girl you have appeal
I'm sure those boys who see you near
Just wonder if you're real
I know I'm just a silly mom,
who likes to praise and dote
But when I see you next to me
I cannot help but gloat
This Mama Bear is happy for
her daughter is a Queen
and like her name, she's very sweet
my darling girl, Shereen
Eileen Manassian
Shereen is a Persian name which means "sweet" :)
In circumstances unknown
She left this world alone;
Neath the fast flowing Ouse-
Judge not nor accuse!
This lovely wife of thirty-one
Whose beauty does transfix and stun;
Dying in circumstance unknown-
Leaving Arthur bereft,alone!
Heartbroken,distraught he searched
In weather so bitter and cold;
Until a final illness took hold--
A family tragedy,manifold!
Orphan Lily wept alone,
just five with no family home;
The Great War now just begun-
Her tiny world,undone!
In circumstances unknown,
Frances left this world alone;
Her legacy lingered to expand-
In the fair looks,of her daughters-grand!
Childhood brought excitement when_to circus
I did go to see the show put on by
Ring master and those amazing folks.
Clowns_No! Those acrobats jumping up high.
Until that day I did not know life's call
So from then on my desire was to be
Acrobat, with practice and discipline learned
Career in acrobatics earned, now over
Ring 'pon wire, gliding along_like dancer
Or with agile moves choregraphed dance
Butterfly movements have audience dazed
All my dreams fulfilled when _people on me
Transfix, as my performance captivates
Sponsor: David Williams
Contest: Circus
Combination Acrostic and Blank Verse
My aunt told me a story
Which I’d never heard before
About her grandpa, which took place
Around the Second War. *
Some men were playing pinochle,
A card game, in the park,
With money on the table
When, before the sky turned dark
Some cops appeared, arresting them,
Her grandpa in the mix.
He had to go to court, a tale
That surely does transfix.
The judge, however, gave a speech
Admonishing the police.
Arresting 4 old Jewish men?
He ordered their release.
This story, passed down through the years,
Brings laughter even now.
My great-grandpa arrested?
All I’m thinking’s - holy cow!
*World War II
The candles are extinguished today and the crucifix covered in black
for the One whos life was once bludgeoned with ignorance and greed
As He readied for heaven, he took each heavy Pontus whack
for sake of a world that could not accept nor believe, His Holy Creed
Some repented while others shouted profanities and ignored His tears
as He carried the Cross towards His final resting place, He slowly wept
the sky, grueling dark unbending, did not shed the rain nor smear
while His laced up sandals walked the sand without God's intercept
"But If I, With The Finger Of God," He once implied before he died
but this was not to be, for the Son of God belonged to man's transfix
He walked through throngs and herds as he closed the great divide
they watched, as clustered Halos grew around His bloodied Crucifix
But If I, With The Finger Of God could wipe away His pain
be more then just a writer recalling His death with ink and quill
The world would be changed as I know it, and He would Reign
Yes He is the One who died but also, the One they could not kill.
All tucked up and snug in bed as Angels standing guard above your head.
Mummy will kiss away your fears, she'll stroke your hair and dry your tears.
She softly sings a lullaby about the stars up in the sky. Twinkle twinkle star so bright shining down on us tonight... Her breath is warm upon your face as you lie silent in her embrace. Your sleepy eyes transfix on mum as the moon comes up to replace the sun.
She gently takes your hand in hers, your fingers wrap around her thumb. These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come. Mummy counts her blessings as she sings to her son knowing that he feels safe enveloped with in the arms of his mum.
Her voice is but a whisper now as she hums the last line, these precious moments she will treasure throughout all time. She tells you that she loves you, her words are honest and true, for there is no where in the whole world she would rather be, than lying here with you.