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1/23/21
I lived and learnt
Will I ever lift this curse?
I offer many gifts to Earth
It either did or didn't work
I ended up in last place or finished first
Got so much to do, before I'm in the dirt
I remained calm or went berserk
I'm a nice guy, even though at times I've been a jerk
On the go or staying inert
After what is hidden I search
At times I was all in
Or I was stallin
Often ballin
Or frequently being downfallen
Around areas with pollen
I've found peace in a world that can be chaotic
It went very well or turned out catastrophic
Being a continual fool or using logic
Call it what you want to call it
Always been a chronic stoner and alcoholic
Did little or it left me catatonic
Sometimes happy, often melancholic
Occasionally feeling nostalgic
Rarely ever do I frolic
If needed, I was brolic
At times it meant nothing or was symbolic
While folks were often being diabolic
Getting worked up
People quick to speak, and to cause the first punch
I struggled to understand, and also learned much
Been having the best and the worst luck
Too often I was sipping syrup
I was sluggish, or I had a burst of
Energy and continued to turn up
Doing something typical or what was unheard of
As bridges remained or were burnt up
It was kept quiet, always trying to hide it
Or leaked, causing others to riot
Because once again it was biased
And one-sided
Keeping folks divided
So that they would be simple minded
The outcome is yet to be decided
I've been David, and I've been Goliath
Was an ant and was a giant
I was at my lowest and I was at my highest
While below the constellation 'Orion'
On land among snakes and lions
And amid the sea near friendly ships or pirates
Remaining the same or a change in the climate
Based off of much more than science
They never wanted an alliance
Only compliance
That's why it was fatal for those that displayed defiance
During a time of crisis
Nearby a cypress
And a Ibis
Saw it all through my third eyelid and iris
A real one not no ficus
It’s never still.
Like a clicking jaw.
Thoughts get relayed.
Sometimes replayed with a new cover song.
It’s not just what could exist.
It’s like a cradling feeling, unreal.
In real time or unfunctional.
They claim.
It’s never still.
It’s whooshing with no sound.
It’s gracious imagination which nods to me.
I saw a jaw.
Disintegrate as if it was my own.
And I closed my eyes as if eyes can hold still.
Please believe me when I say:
Thoughts can’t be stilled.
Try to crack them with a hammer.
And get another vision.
Try to forget the crackling.
And another candy wrapper falls from the sky.
It’s never still.
My thoughts are ribbons.
Got overshadowed by:
The typical earth.
watching her walk
though i do not see her
those hips tell a story to my
i begin to shovel snow more effectively
all of a sudden the sun comes out
i start to see lights that i never knew existed
i am singing songs from one hit wonders all the way home
staring at her ass as she continues to pass
what can i say.....i am a typical male at times
the glass is never half anything
i drink straight from the bottle
i know i will never talk to her for i am way too timid and shy
when she walks back, i just wave and continue shoveling the snow
Love is in the house watching TV
i smile Knowing.....Thanking God for That Special Blessing.....
i finish my good deed and guide the shovel and myself to Wamth, Comfort, and a Genuine Smile.....
Where I grew up,
Dysfunction was viewed as normal
Normal was viewed as dysfunction
Where I grew up,
My family was just like the streets
The streets were just like My family
Lies
Survival
Betrayal
Confusion
Every part of My reality was an optical illusion
Where I grew up,
Pain understood trouble
Trouble understood pain
Where I grew up,
Everyone had a story
Every story had a face
Leaders
Followers
Dreamers
Desires
Every child for themselves fighting their own fire
Where I grew up,
Poverty was typical
It was typical to live in poverty
Where I grew up,
Addiction was common
It was common to have an addiction
Greed
Prison
Death
Shame
Very few where able to get out of this vicious game.
By:Sabina Nicole
Written: for all those still fighting
and those who have overcome
MY GRANDMA DEEMMA
My Grandma, whom I called Deemma
bathed me in showers of limitless love and blessings.
Those feelings I am still carrying in my life.
Deemma! An ideal hostess not to even guess,
most competent in domestic chores and household management
Grandpa! An unsuccessful lawyer with irregular income low and slow.
Deemma met up his inefficiency, never blaming rather running ideal family.
Off and on, in vacations, I had spent days with her.
She narrated her life-long struggle and concluded‘While raising up kids,
whole day’s ceaseless work made me frantically fatigued.
At late night I had to seek for a small space to throw myself in bed.
Yet, as I took glance on sleeping faces of my kids,
I realized, I as the happiest woman in the world.’
She had only primary education permissible for women in those days.
But her craze reached her daughters and son to succeed as toppers
She was my idol holding extraordinary skill in sewing, knitting, embroidering.
All the dresses of her grand kids were stitched by her.
Lots of charming dolls excelling in handicrafts were gifted to me.
Once she voiced to me ‘You call me Deemma, a typical address to old lady.
Dear my child, I am aged, but mind is still young not coping up with body.’
Now being a Grandma I had to sense the same ruthless truth.
She had bestowed me compassion and care in opulence.
I got no scope to repay but only to offer my gratitude as tribute in silence.
Trying to honor with my tribute roaming through reminiscence.
03/08/ 19
Fifth Place
'What's In A Name' Contest by Kim Rodrigues.
'YOUR CHOICE TRIBUTE VERSE' Contest by Brian Strand
I missed those days, back where you bet a teddy for me
my face lifted up and it’s beautiful to see
We’re changing convos, typical longings
Between you and me
Like match made in heaven, take me back to those memories again..
Your smile melts me in a way
Those ocean eyes I want to dive for
seeking hope and fantasies
wanting, needing and telling am I dreaming?
you woke my soul and felt like baby
you’re my everything..
I thought I’m not emotional about this,
Tis’ you and I had this uncertainties
vast emptiness of my yearning heart
wonderings and despairing dreams
happened suddenly there were things left unsaid..
I’m trying to let go of you
Thoughts of you keep taunting me
wishing me back to those time we were just happy,
A single mistake could ruin what we built and I’m sorry for being me
But to tell you honestly, you made me happy..
A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery
A world full of expectations and dreams
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's closer to the open sky
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late
Yesterday was a typical day:
We woke up…we took a walk…
we watched the sunrise over the water…
paying no attention to the clock.
We texted our granddaughter who’s been sick…
remembering when she was young enough to hold upon our laps…
We ate breakfast together…we did a little cleaning
We watched TV…we took a nap.
We ate leftovers for dinner…watched a movie under the stars
And before the evening would come to an end….
we’d eat two scoops of salted caramel fudge ice cream…
and have a conversation with a friend.
It was late when we got home…we usually read but this night instead
we kissed good night…turned off the lights and fell asleep when we hit the bed.
This is just a sampling of the day we spent together…
some moments were magical…some routine….
of course from the time we rose to the time slept
there were many more moments in between.
I think that’s the way life is supposed to be…isn’t it?
as we move through our daily routine…
from the time we wake up until we go to sleep
we’re meant to find those magic moments in between.
Because we know every moment need not be magical….
every wish need not be granted…
as long as we have enough magic moments…
our life will be enchanted.
My daddy is the strongest man
I love when we stroll hand in hand
We like things, mom doesn't understand
If only he had more time
When we fish, he says I'm great
He always lets me hook the bate
We eat candy until I get a belly ache
If only he had more time
He lets me watch the grown up shows
Says mama doesn't have to know
Unlike mom, he doesn't cook, clean and sew
If only he had more time
When we play games, he lets me win
We take the 4 wheeler out for a spin
I get to stay awake past ten
If only he had more time
His visits have become few and far between
He says his free time is growing lean
I guess you could say I've started to ween
If only he made more time
She came back like she said she would.
Great grandma was not a typical ghost
She was a kindred spirit guiding for good
Just when we needed her the most
She saved a life by invading a dream
Until uncle was woke and went to search
How she did it from beyond a mystery
Like a bible story from church
She insisted that he get the baby
That she was very ill and could die
Even though he thought it crazy
He took action from his bedside
Across town baby was found
A deaf mute she was you see
Also brown so hospital around
Took her straight to surgery
The infant child's appendix burst
And her sleeping family didn’t know
What pain the babe must have hurt
That grandma’s ghost came and told.
Now this story is true that I tell you
But there is no fear on my face
For this ghost was grandma so true
Full of love joy and grace a ghost with lace.
*This really happened in my family in Charlotte, NC and the babe who was saved has the scar from surgery till this day. The then colored hospital site was Good Samaritan Hospital. Now it is the site for the Carolina Panther Football Stadium. Great grannie’s name is Mary McGee and she was seen by another aunt as a bright light playing peek a boo as that aunt was then a tot. McGee had always told her kids she would visit one day beyond her grave. I am Mary McGee's great granddaughter.
10/16/2021 WRITTEN FOR GHOST LACE CONTEST
SPONSOR Chantelle Ann Cook