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Your influence and attitude
intense at best rude
nasty blunt unflattering
unaware without a clue
Treat me a slave or possession
each day this way progressing
heated behaviour with aggression
giving orders I must press on
As though you’ve power and control
you walk in front behind I stroll
words you speak always cold
stare expecting eyes scold
A gradual change unwinds
I’m different over time
you question why
I say goodbye
And you tell people I changed
became someone strange
different and deranged
now keeping long range
Always blaming others
factually never you
went from being brothers
to someone I once knew
No larger than a grain of rice,
her face is forming; mouth, a slice.
Her heart, a tube, begins to beat;
at one month, things are imprecise.
An inch now from her head to feet.
Eyes, fingers, toes: not yet complete.
Her neural tube, well on its way.
At two months, things look pretty sweet.
Four inches long, an ounce to weigh;
miscarriage risk drops every day.
All parts are present, there to see;
at three months, fingers grasp and splay.
Her nails and hair seen easily;
eyelid, eyebrow, eyelash agree.
Four months now and six inches long,
the ultrasound clear: she’s a she.
Her muscles build; she’s getting strong.
You thought you felt her; you’re not wrong.
She’s covered with lanugo hair.
At late month five, she hears your song.
Her fingerprints? Whorls present there.
The eyelids part; eyes open, stare.
When she hiccups, you may observe.
Month six births: viable with care.
Refinements to sensory nerves,
reacts to light, from pain will swerve.
She rarely is reserved or still;
month seven, and this gal’s got verve!
At five pounds now, she kicks at will.
Lungs immature, but they can fill.
Eight months, all sharpens, gets refined;
You’re on alert, you know the drill.
It’s nine months now; she’s quite confined.
Delivered, breathes in, and unwinds.
Flesh of your flesh, though quite her own;
Distinctly her, you’re intertwined.
In realms of despair, where darkness reigns,
He leads me beside still waters, where hope remains.
A path unwinds, where none seemed to exist,
He makes a way, where shadows resist.
Yah, the God of the impossible, He stands tall,
Cracking hard rocks, where waters may fall.
In lions' dens, where fear would grip and hold,
He closes jaws, and whispers, "You are mine, behold."
Walls of Jericho, once impenetrable and strong,
Crumble at His voice, where faith does belong.
In fish's belly, three days passed, yet I breathed,
A miracle unfolded, as God's plan was conceived.
From prison's chains to palace doors, I walked free,
A journey of favor, where destiny was set to be.
Floodwaters raged, for forty days and nights,
Yet in the ark, I found refuge, under God's protective lights.
Samson's strength, in locks of hair did lie,
But when they fell, his power did not die.
Blindness befell, but inner sight did gain,
One push, and triumph, over tyranny's stronghold did remain.
Chains fell off, doors swung wide, I walked out free,
A testament to God's deliverance, for all to see.
Favor from above, protection's shield so bright,
A divine escort, through life's darkest night.
Once lost in sin, with debt unpaid and due,
A Savior came, and paid the price anew.
From death's cold grasp, He raised me to life's stage,
A new beginning dawned, with hope and a new page.
Stoned and forsaken, left to meet my end,
A stranger's kindness, became my unexpected friend.
All riches lost, and health did fade away,
Yet in my weakness, God's strength found its way.
With just a word, my child was healed and whole,
My daughter raised, from death's dark, silent role.
From fishermen, to fishers of men, I was called,
A mission unfolded, with hearts to enthrall.
I am loved, chosen, forgiven, and set free,
A child of God, with a destiny to see.
In His presence, I find my strength and might,
A hope that's unshakable, a future shining bright.
If one scene upon a screen could chill the spine
The rare and raw emotion soars the mind
It crawls into the skin of Andrew Beckett
Gaunt, pale, a shell, by thread he clings
A man betrayed my those who lack compassion
In a world that slithers cold and lusts with hate
Inside his private world lives grace unfolding
Although such mortal fate breathes deathly close
While living each moment tethered to a pole
He shares beloved music from his soul
And hopes he helps a new deaf friend to hear
With such beauty, the essence...he hopes to share
Open his heart to what is perfect and pure?
The magnificence!! Oh how it speaks of tragedy's past
Such brilliance! Her voice....that captures the fire!
"Listen....as she cries out in anguish and pain!
Hear how the strings bring forth the feeling of rain
And that cello so sacred...Oh! hear the spirit of sorrow!"
"Does your heart become swollen, as the music unfolds?
Close your eyes, did you hear it?? Ahh...yes...I see in your eyes
Oh! How life is divine.... you are witness to mine...
Oh the lyrics..."La Mamma Morta"....oh, the rapture unwinds...."
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Tom Hanks performance in "PHILADELPHIA"
(My favorite scene of all time...with Denzel Washington
as they listen to Maria Calas sing "La mamma morta". Check it out on You Tube...
(you tube site: Philadelphia..La Mamma Morta)
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Evermore Evermore they must settle a score,
They were shown the door and never knew the reason for
Jilted like an unwanted lover
True the audience thinks they have enough money to cover.
But still they wanted to be the silver screen siren not an average mother.
So here we watch the films they were in
Where their big scene with a scream is followed by the next of kin
Their characters were never in the book since they are casted just for their good looks.
Critics state they are trying to act
And for the most point that is an honest fact
After the day’s work, they go back wondering why they were kicked out of their sport.
It is the truth they are there to be cute
Since what really sells isn’t watching someone go through hell.
No, I must state I will pay money to see someone who I would date.
Even know in the end they end up eaten by a gigantic rat named Ben.
So here on a Sunday Morning after watching something on a Saturday Night when you did not heed that warning.
Last night’s rendezvous which was cool
When you ventured into that prohibited swimming pool.
Yes, I must say we do enjoy the feeling we get
Watching you get stabbed when you are totally wet
In lieu of flowers when you leave that shower, we just want to say we do care
When you are vulnerable and scared
Let it be known when you do not answer the phone
We are there watching over you when you are alone.
When the character enters to spell your demise
We will always know they are all telling lies
As the DVD light shines during the late hour
We know our B movie friends do still have the power
They are the reason we spend the time
Watching their film as it unwinds.
When realities social is not there due to all the things that are not fair
This modern-day relationship can due for those who are not being played as a fool.
It causes no problems for anyone and to be honest it can be kind of fun
Enjoy the images as they unspool enjoying the pictures that are more healthy stimulations then lamb stew.
Thanks for being our moving photographs of beauty
And to be honest yes, we do appreciate the nudity.
A moment of Joy is never quite alone
As sorrow doesn't linger that far behind,
For every birth somewhere, somebody dies
For every romantic start, one unwinds.
So much of life is transient and agile,
Like a ripple in pond, it's quite fragile.
Emotions in life are like air we breathe:
Pulsating forever without being seen.
Jasmine flower plucked will soon curl up,
A smile rebuffed will burn for a while,
Dreams shattered may never rise up,
Child living in fear cannot hold a smile.
Delicate young mind is easily swayed,
Heart abandoned may never recover,
Friendship ignored will eventually fade,
Romance unfulfilled will look elsewhere.
Passion that resonates may be real love,
Conversation that dwells may be friendship,
If you let go life's beautiful moments,
You'll never know fully what life meant.
A sudden discourse of a random noise
Pollutes the sound of a rhythmic voice.
Delicate are the souls deeply forlorn,
Listen for their sigh as they silently mourn.
October 16, 2017
Placed 3rd: Fragile
Sponsor: John Hamilton
HM: Strand Pick E Contest by Brian Strand
Bullets have no eyes
In the mourning a son won’t rise
No plan in life for demise
Black men hear our cries
Stop shooting killing each other
We need love not hate brother
Time unwinds while you slang
Dealing in death please change
One mother and father miss
The hope denied by this
Feud so rude and senseless
That dude who killed their kid
You think you had reason to
End a life will bring misery blue
For you have to face the truth
Humanity is lacking in you
You can never undo evil deed
No matter what you plead
At night your closed eyes see
His eyes as life leaves he bleeds
Now your family members know
Who you really are in your soul
A killer despite reasons why
In a cell of a jail you will reside
When you choose to kill a man
You turn from God’s holy hand
You do the devil’s work indeed
You become a slave never free
So we lost you too you see
No longer an asset to be
No longer in the community
Not free to thrive and dream
Can you at least give back
By deterring youth from your path
Can you tell truth and testify
Reasons bullets have no eyes
There is a secret storm inside this sleuth
that longs to air like butterflies in spring
if it is grief I dare not face the truth
for I in anger broke it like a wing
Dear heart you had no choice of this I know
as time unwinds me like a handle spine
it takes me back to days when you were mine
hidden in the tri-fold of my soul's Divine
Doth not the rose unfold at its own hour
when butterflies of summer turn to flight
if it is grief that turned these tears to shower
then let acceptance stop to make it right
With every storm there is a calm return
and so it is when secrets crash n' burn.
October 20, 2018
Well here he is
Here’s that boy again
I remember him
Creamy honey skin
And as I sit here
Watching strangers go by
Hearing a voice once known
So long ago
My heart skips a beat
And my memory unwinds
I remember the smile
As he turns for a while
A flicker but no
It was so long a go
And then once again
Yes he’s coming this way
No words can be spoken
Tears fall
Our emotions awoken
You were always to calm
Never worried or proud
Let’s walk somewhere now
Away from this crowd
I was always there
Maybe too often
Did you ever care
Were you ever aware
Of how much I did
And now you say
You must be on your way
That you don’t ever look back
But I see it in your face
And I feel it in your embrace
That it mattered a lot
Maybe times have moved on
But our memories have not
Today's are woven with yesterday's thread
Spun by hands restless on life's silent loom
This tapestry made carried to death's bed
Woven with all the knowledge you consume
Framed to be hung on your life's hardened wall,
of what has been for the weaver, reminds
Tomorrow's thread yet to be lived at all
While the new day's cloth finally unwinds
Weave in disappointment, victories sought,
with woven memories cut and knotted
To be a reminder of what's been taught
Records the reasons for time allotted
To weave this tapestry without design
Unravels majesty and leaves but twine
Frederic Parker
10/7/14