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I have this urge to sway
on street corners in a derelict way,
disheveled, a little drunk,
an impulse to praise Mary,
not the Virgin, but her
less immaculate namesake.
'Hail Mary, full of grace,
Our Lord is with you.'
Perhaps the sound of my voice
will de-ice parked cars, straighten
shopping cartwheels, save a kid's
balloon from escaping?
'Blessed are you among women,
And blessed the fruit of your womb.'
The fruit of your womb goes downtown.
A truck narrowly misses a cat.
A door is held open for an expectant mother.
A smile from a mean looking youth.
It begins to rain. Snow turns to slush.
The winter evening slaps our cheeks.
'Pray for us sinners.'
A handcuffed Magdalene steps into a
police cruiser.
The cops are smiling. She is smiling.
They have done this before.
'Now and at the hour of our death.'
An old man in a thin jacket
huddles cold bones against a wolfish wind.
He will arrive, survive these killing teeth.
It is Happy Hour.
The Magdalene will be serving,
tending in her own way,
to good company and bad.
'Our Lord is with you'.
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In the middle of the night and all during the day
That phone was in sight in the making of his way
Driving in the car and even at the dinner table too
It would never be that far even in the church pew
He'd play games on it and communicate to friends
He even texted Brad Pitt I mean there were no ends
Buying things on amazon and even ordering food
His friends now all gone in the thinking that he"s rude
His wife would complain and the kids were next in line
"Look isn't that insane" Yeah, just like the other nine
He even rented a U-Haul truck and storage space too
But was then out of luck when his account she withdrew
He screamed out his window, " I have Cellphoniousitetos"
The world needs to know saying He's going to fight this
With so many new data plans out there how can he win
As in the TMobile window he would stare, oh what a sin
When they were handing out animus- I was missed,
You know that masculine thing in my psyche;
I am all girl, you can check off the female list,
Took my bro's play truck because I was feisty.
You know that masculine thing in my psyche,
I don't like any sports and boy things, I resist;
Took my bro's play truck because I was feisty,
Did not want to be a truck driver- just him pissed.
I don't like any sports and boy things I resist,
Have courage and I am a warrior mighty;
Did not want to be a truck driver- just him pissed,
I have spirit and pride and great integrity.
Have courage and I am a warrior mighty,
Don't want to be president- just want to be kissed;
I have spirit and pride and great integrity,
Oh listen . . . I am all girl, so I must insist.
Don't want to be president- just want to be kissed,
I am all girl, you can check off the female list;
Oh listen- (I am all girl), so I must insist,
When they were handing out animus- I was missed.
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May 19, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/My Lack of Animus
Copyright Protected, ID 16-792-118-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Animus-Anima, Part II- Animus
sponsor, Tom Quigley
8th Place
Dead trees, like twin towers,
waiting for their ultimate fate.
A chosen place laid with flowers.
Somewhere, beyond pale, gate.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Darting dear, hide and seeking.
Behind tree, then galloping and goes.
Sitting alone; no one’s speaking.
The dear, quick imagery of prose.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Backpacking Black Forest paths.
Eating in Spanish and French cafes.
The stumble and bumble aftermaths.
Tourist adventures by night and day.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
A creaky swing, standing, jumping.
Scents of honeysuckle, innocence-sweet.
Feet tapping, beating on truck tire, lumping
All of childhood into a dream-conceit.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
An urn or fresh-dug containing chill.
Homage paid until the distance spares.
Markers rarely scrubbed by quill.
Eyes hidden from view; stone stares.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Fresh rain water, washing over book.
Black and blue ink, morphed-watercolors.
Words drowning, nevermore, forsook.
Shelf of particles, binding sours.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
never there
it was…
Badder Day
I woke up this morning
so cold I'm almost jerking.
My house was almost freezing
my furnace wasn't working.
I stepped outside to take a ride
and stopped where I was at.
All four of my truck tires
and my spare was flat.
I fired up my motor
in my truck parked in the street.
And relished in the moment
as I started feeling heat.
Pulling off my jacket
when the next thing that I knew.
Steam was going everywhere
my heater hose just blew.
I could not believe my luck
I couldn't get it through my head.
I tried to call my mother
but my cell phone had gone dead.
Then I turned in time to see
this poor girl with her dad.
I suddenly felt better
my day don't look so bad.
Edwin C Hofert
The last box, packed and labeled
Had been put into the truck.
The keys were to be left on the counter
And the door locked behind us.
One last look around the empty apartment
To be sure nothing had been left behind.
I ran my hand over the mark on the wall
That her favourite painting had covered for years.
All the small holes had been puttied over
Covering the wall that had held so many memories.
All her pictures had been there.
The constant reminder of her family so loved.
If I closed my eyes I could see her
Standing by the window watching the birds.
One last deep breath,
The scent of lavender still hung in the air.....
I laid down the keys
And left for the last time.
for Matt Caliri's "Empty Apartment" contest
When I imagined what it would
be like to be a writer,
I saw myself hunched over a
typewriter with bourbon on the
rocks sweating a ring onto my desk.
I could smell the ink on my fingers
and feel the burn of alcohol in my gut
and hear the keys clapping, a standing ovation
for the poor sad boy who wrote wings onto
his back and flew away from the red mud county.
But it's quiet here.
I sit alone at my desk and I reach into my guts
and I grab fistfuls of blood and viscera
and the keys don't move
I choke up the rage my father left in me
and the keys don't move
I cut out the fear my mother so lovingly placed
and the keys don't move
I drag out every black eye, bloody nose, and split lip I ever earned, every fight I lost, every single argument I had, every sunset I was a brother beneath, every truck cab I ever fell in love in and
THE KEYS DO NOT MOVE
New born baby was tiny and tender
A beauty to behold!
It had soft silky skin and sported a sweet smile
Family loved it very much
All were euphoric at its birth
Enamoured by it's beauty,
huge hands came
snatched it and
walked away
Hard hands hurt the new born.
Family watched helplessly
Later throwing it on pathway,
Hands walked off
Hurrying humans crushed the little one again and again
Mindlessly walking mighty muddy feet mashed it mercilessly
Sharp spiked slippers stamped on it pricking and scratching
Thud, thump, thwack stomp, scratch
Blow after blow
Miserable, melancholic, disconsolate, doleful, distressed
new born baby was lying helplessly on the path
Early morning sweeper came with
sharp spiked broom swiftly sweeping
gathered it and dumped it along with other garbage
Garbage truck took the new born child away and
BURNT IT ALIVE
A mute life met a miserable death
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Note: New born baby refers to a fresh bloomed flower.
Plucked flower is still alive, feels pain.
Even insects in ground feel pain.
Treat all forms of life as you would treat humans.
NA in Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha by Edward Ibeh
4th Feb 2021
“Not many fake things are so nice for me, but I sure love an artificial tree.” quote by poem's author
We had to ditch last year our Christmas tree.
Worn out it was! We needed something new.
Big after-Christmas sales we went to see,
and huge discounts were more than just a few.
We saw a tree – not too small or too tall -
a beautiful white tree that was pre-lit.
There were no boxed ones left of it at all.
I liked it best, so “as is” we bought it.
We had to place it carefully inside
the back of hubbie’s truck, which worked okay.
In three parts it could come apart to hide
it till the time we’d put it on display.
I love the softness of its lights. It seems
like candy land! We did not know about
the way its lights give different types of beams.
We put it up and figured that all out.
Its colored lights can have a steady glow,
or they can stay one certain color, or
they can flash or brightly beam, then fade low.
I could not wait to get it on our floor!
Fun ornaments and garlands go around
that tree, which makes it a joy to look at.
Our two cute kitties very quickly found
our tree but don’t attack it. I’m glad for that!
If I was any more relaxed, I would be melting
others are scrambling today
there are graduations all over the state
I am sitting in the shade with my two dogs
there is a bee overhead, she appears to be black
probably because I am staring into the sun
I keep seeing her fat shadow
In the distance I hear a twittering robin
If I felt like struggling, I could hear a truck or car
the guy next door just dropped something big
It must have been substantial, sounded like a two by four
This is the country
Our houses are three football fields apart
there is a whistle type whoop
another songbird
answering chirp
these fowl may be plotting my death
but I am too relaxed to care