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Token of Blessing
Simple brass token sits with anticipation,
Like pennies, abandoned in the streets, wait,
Gracing my desk with reminisce
Of an inlet crossed by a narrow bridge -
To an island basking in spring air
Or trembling in the nor’easters grip –
Finding open arms of smiles
To rest embraced in hospitality
Warmed in glowing fireside warmth
Before the matin hour, named time,
Calls my song
To enter wide flung doors
Of a white steepled church with a cornerstone
Set before the fife and drum
Rumbled in revolution -
Their steady beat
Still resounding in the tidal winds -
To raise up
Faith, hope and love found in a spring morning
Of worshipping hearts
Then in a final blessing
Leave echoes of praise, prayer and thanksgiving
While soft winds now tousle words of Godspeed
As two brass tokens, pressed into my palm,
Carry a message of farewell but not good-bye
Each with a mission and a message –
A mystic connection -
One for the bridge toll on my departure
One for my return.
Based on a true story.
4-8-21
Contest: The Last Token
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door. ~ Milton Berle
I needed a job-money and more,
I knocked on door after door.
All doors were closed,
now what will I do.
I will be brave,
I will build a door.
The door will be built out of,
learning-reading and floral school.
A business I will start,
my creativity will take me through the door.
Date Written: 10/9/2020
Note: True story. I opened a flower and gift shop.
Quotable Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
A warm, September day, so many years ago;
our home was then aboard a large Marine Corps base.
Expecting our first-born with new moms shared, and so
my neighbor, friend next door, came over to our place.
A favor asked of me; to watch her newborn girl,
her little babe, just two weeks old, a precious one,
with chubby cheeks and rosebud lips, a tiny curl
upon her head. To play with, watch her, oh, what fun!
Day after, all went well in early morning hours;
drank bottle in my arms then slept in her quilt bed,
bound snuggly in her wrap of white with pink flowers.
Before long, Mama picked her up, and off they fled.
That next day haunts me still. Forever, will I mourn
the overnight crib death of my dear friend's newborn.
September 21, 2015
Contest: I Will Never Forget
Sponsor: Silent One
Form: Sonnet in Iambic Hexameter
True Story from September 1958
Some men killed my brother so I killed them.
I realize that one day I'll pay for my sins.
I hunted those men down and killed them one by one.
They didn't have a chance and killing them was fun.
My judgement may have been clouded because of the anger in my soul.
The hatred inside me took over and it took its toll.
I loved my brother and he was violently taken away.
I decided to make certain that those men would pay.
The grief and hatred that I felt made me become unhinged.
I will probably go to hell but at least my brother is avenged.
(This is based on a true story that took place during the early 20th century.)
Dominic Venetucci - 1911-2004
Outside, snow gently fell upon the barren punkin patch.
Where happy children once romped was now a forlorn thatch.
Inside the aged' couple reminisced about happier times and shed a tear.
Alas, drought dashed their plans, there'd be no punkins for the kids this year.
The Punkin Man hosted school kids at his ranch nigh on fifty years,
Giving away tons of punkins to his very special dears.
'Twas a tradition that endeared him to families in the Fountain Valley.
Sadly, the beloved Punkin Man, to his regret, brought it to a finale.
As kids searched for "that special punkin" he took so much delight,
Watching a little one struggle to tote the one that was "just right!"
This modest man quietly taught a moral he hoped the kids would learn:
"It is good to give, you'll get so much more in return!"
Though the generous punkin give-aways will be a part of his legacy,
He sacrificed and gave in many ways during his life's odyessy.
Early in life he cared for his ailing parents, giving up a dream,
Foregoing a promising career with a major league baseball team.
We'll miss the Punkin Man, his John Deeres and legendary smile.
His love for neighbors made our lives in the valley much more worthwhile!
Surely God and His hosts gave him a welcome so very fervent,
Proclaiming, " Well done, Punkin Man, My good and faithful servant!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
This is the true story of Mr. Venetucci and his wife Bambi (who survives as of this writing
and is blind). In order to take care of his aging parents, he and Bambi didn't marry until they
were in their seventies. He was once featured on the CBS show Travels With Charles
Kuralt. In his will he donated land to construct a Catholic Church which was dedicated in
March 2010.
"I am very sick "
a dearest friend of mine told me the other day
"And I think my time has come" She continued with
a bitter smile.
I looked at her with compassion for I knew
she was right and tried to find words to console her
but none was willing to come to my aide!
Really, what could anyone say in moments like this?
I took her hand into mine, caressed it, and looked at her deep
into her eyes and said:
" My beloved friend,
even the youngest and the healthiest of people that
exists now, one day would find themselves in your
position for it is the fate of all us mortals.
Some who are healthy and much younger than you at
the very moment would cross on the other side, because of
an unforeseen event, sooner than they expected."
As I finished my little speech she turned toward me with
a broad smile and so she replied:
" How foolish of me to complain about my predicament, when
I knew from the beginning of my life that I am mortal."
Then she slightly pressed her hand on mine as though she wished
to give emphasis to her words and in a whisper added:
" Do not worry my friend, I am ready to face my destiny.
I have no regrets, just gratitude for this marvelous experience,
called life!"
Those were her last words to me.*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 March 2020
*A true story. She departed two days after our conversation.
She was not even forty and left behind four children. RIP
( A Parody. To be sang to the tune of "Fernando" by the famous
pop group ABBA )
When we met that night in Nando's
We were waiting for a while standing in that hungry queue,
It was my first taste of Nando's
Crispy fried sweet chilli chicken chunks and thighs
You chose a barbecued flavour sauce in which to dip your fries.
We asked for take away at Nando's.
We ate whilst we went walking through the park.
It wasn't far from Nando's.
We enjoyed our chatter and our laughter til the sky turned dark.
We paced beneath the moon and stars along the path
To the beat of our hearts.
(Chorus...
We got more than what we ordered there!
Love filled the air
In Nando's!
Everyone else simply blurred away,
My heart you swayed
In Nando's.
Though we only went in for some food,
We felt something new.
If we started on this path again,
Would it begin
In Nando's? )
How we remember Nando's
Celebrating our special wedding anniversary!
We got a take away from Nando's
And went back to the park where you etched into a tree
The outline of a chicken round the names of you and me!
( Chorus )
Yes if we started on this path again,
Would it begin
In Nando's?
(NOT a true story)
Written 13th April 2022
[This is based on a true story from some years ago…
Some elaboration involved… oh… and nothing got
Splatted.]
*
I sat there busy typing, some poetry and that
And suddenly I’m dive bombed by a massive hairy bat
If it wasn’t flying round I’d swear it was a rat
But maybe I exaggerate… not quite as big as that
My hair was blowing in the breeze that blasted from each wing
I prayed it wouldn’t bite my neck, I hoped it wouldn’t sting
I’m ducking and I’m flinching as the thing attacked my face
I wondered if this was the end of the human race
But then I got some gumption and I knew what I must do
I coshed it with a newspaper and whacked it with a shoe
I had a beer to celebrate, ‘Take that,’ I had to mutter
Some went down the wrong way and it made me cough and splutter
My wife brought in some linctus, one for cold and one for cough
And then she asked me if I’d seen that HUMUNGOUS Hawk Moth
18 January 2022
Contest: Insects
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Back when I moved from Montreal to Toronto
Invited some old friends for a visit
They were leaving Montreal early in the morning
Their arrival, I sure didn't want to miss it
Left work at three travelling north to the highway
As I entered the onramp I heard
This annoying, obnoxious blowing of a horn
Who was this damn joker, this nerd
Surely could have knocked me over with a feather
For there among the gas fumes and chrome
Were my dear old friends, laughing and shouting
They let me in and followed me home
Timing had to be totally bang on the money
The freakiest of happenings, bar none
Some things in life are totally mind bending
And this most assuredly was one
Though many long years have since past and gone
Each time I relate this tale
Sends chills up and down this old spine of mine
And my bodily functions set sail
© Jack Ellison 2012
“True story...”
An Angel, came in human form.
Arrived at my house about noon.
I knew he had a spirit, for he was
past any norm.
And my keen, mystical soul, was
right with him in tune.
We chatted for just a bit...
The uniqueness of his spirit showed.
I did not want him to ever leave
or quit.
For as I ascertained, I was in a most
heavenly zone.
Suddenly, I looked down, and the startled
to see the that Angel had but one leg!
It quite startled me, greatly because he
had such great agility.
I was at a loss for words when he told me
he was more than grateful?
To say that I was astonished, is to meet him
goes beyond anything fateful.
He was perhaps but twenty-five, at most,
I gathered as he related.
A great wife and two children and
seeking a job was he, which all three
he celebrated.
The story goes a drunk driver, ten years ago
hit him and there went his leg.
But to him, it was a night with gratitude
he celebrated.
He made me look at my life here
at the Soup.
I should be grateful and elated!
But my ego crushes me, with few
comments I feel diminished, and
yes deflated.
Now here was an Angel, who told
me, he ran obstacle courses
around the world!!
And here I was, thinking at Poetry
Soup feeling all deflated.
He stood with one leg in contrast
like a magnificent,glowing emerald!
I never came here to be famous
or seeking any poetic glory.
It took an Angel with but one leg,
To remind me to stop sniveling and
groaning.
To seek to give, not have others listen
to my insipid, selfish moanings.
September 3, 2020
5:30am PST
* Requestiing positive responses, no
discussion on drinking, please*