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A man came up to me at the railway station
and yelled at me "give me a dollar"
I yelled back "No"
Taking a seat beside the track
he came up and pretended
to be a different person
asking "why didn't you give that man a dollar"
I replied "I got up this mornng at five thirty
I've worked a double shift, it's now ten o'clock at night
I'm going home, I've got a mortgage
and lots of other problems,
why should I give him a dollar,
I've worked hard for my wage
why can't he work hard for his
kids sit on unemployment benefits
they lie to get more money
surely they could get a job
and earn a wage to be proud of themselves
with a job come's self respect,
with a job come's your parents respect,
with a job you don't have to ask for my dollar".
If I could choose one thing to say
it would be, maybe I shouldn't have done it my way
Driven by trauma of my own,
pain was bled where seeds were grown
One would think justice is best
Yet it can lead to another quest
It may not have been up to me
Once told I am not a martyr, you see
It felt righteous and an obligation
But, left me stranded at a train station
Widespread corruption led to more harm done
Instead of saving people, it was a setting sun
It felt wrong to ignore or stay silent
I was always seeking for people to repent
Regardless of how right it seems to be,
my way now, may be to flee
Still conflicted, as processing takes place
Trying to accept what others can't face
I continue to absorb what I see
Hoping wisdom gained, will gently guide me
Heidi Sands
8/10/26
(C)opyright
You are standing there
Solid
Resolute
Unbending
Unmoved
By my womanly charm
Your eyes look straight ahead
Not taking in my curves
Not noticing the look in my eyes
The sun dancing in my raven hair
The shimmer of my cherry lips
Your hands are in your pockets
Safe
Guarded
Captive
Under your command
Not able to give away
The little tremor I would see
Should they be exposed
I've seen it happen before
When I'm close...
Your whole demeanor
Distant
Disdainful
Displeased
And I smile a slow smile
Knowing
What lies beneath
For I have seen the unguarded looks
Of burning passion
You send my way
When you think I’m not looking
As I walk towards you
I wonder
What horrible experience
Made you this way
Cautious
Guarded
Weak
I walk past you
Almost touching
Making sure I’m close enough
For you to smell the perfume
That has become my signature scent
An extravaganza of
Giddy floral scents
Orange blossom
Jasmine
And honey
ME
The scent of ME
I let it waft over you
And I turn around and watch
As you close your eyes
And breathe it in….deep
Unaware that I am watching you
Unaware that I see your stiff body relax
And lean into the scent
Captivated by your desire
You are trying
So hard
To close yourself up to me
I’m trying
So hard
To make you give in to me
Silently, I walk back up to you
I stand beside you
Quietly, gently
I place my hand on your bare arm
You flinch
As though touched by fire
I look up at you
And smile
An innocent little smile
An inviting smile
I see your eyes take me in
Focusing
Finally focusing on my eyes
Sending a silent message
A plea
To go gently
You are not made of steel
For a moment, I’m lost
And yet…I speak
Brazen
Bold
Beckoning
I know you want me….
That gives me strength
Sensing victory
Within my reach
I move up closer
On my tiptoes
My lips almost touching yours
Almost
And I whisper….
“Don’t be afraid….
I won't hurt you...
Give in…
Give in to me
Give in”…and the rest of my words are devoured
Along with my lips in your kiss
As you crush me up against you
Reserve falls to the flour
A crashing sound
That only I can hear
For it is enhanced by the sound
Of my frenetic heart beat
Pounding against my chest
Ecstasy
Urgency
Victory
VICTORY
“Give in
GIVE IN TO…..ME!”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Title of this Poem is the title of one of my favorite songs by the late great Michael Jackson…GIVE IN TO ME!
Stay hungry
The streets
Are a young man’s
Game
They
Say
But even the
Young break
Down, crumple
Little left
But rubble
We’re not
What we
Were
Little of
What we
Thought
We’d be
Our blood’s
Thinning as
Humanity
Marches
On
There are
Some out
There
Crazy eyed
Drunk
Burning
At both
Ends
Lightening in
Their hands
I bump into
Them here
And there
It’s always
Brief
Always in
Passing
They could
Repaint the
Sistine chapel
Or become
The new
Murderers
Of our age
It’s a toss
Up to me
And to
Them
They don’t know
If they want
To inherit
The earth or
Simply tear
It apart
Given time
They might
Figure it
Out
given
time
Good Morning
Rise and Shine
A new day
I have started your beginning
Even the sky becomes cloudy, I still shine, but you don’t see
Bringing warmth and brightness
Casting shadows among your image
I put smiles on faces
It shows throughout
Rising in the East and settling in the West
As evening settles down, I go down to give respect for the night
Embracing blossomed flowers in nurturing
People look up to me
Brightness they see
I have a history
Shining for generations since the beginning of time
World’s existence
Sitting above Earth
Sun rays powerful and strong
Saying hello to the world with every shine
My vision always creates a sensation
Heaven’s creation
Always draw attention
The Sun has spoken.
Immediately after a grandson and his grandma walked into the bookstore…the grandson walked up to me…a little bit bemused…and asked if I would help his grandma…he smiled saying…”She is a bit confused.”
“Certainly!” I said without a moment’s hesitation…then the grandson told me this story…as a way of explanation.
Grandma was always giving me little gifts…to praise me when I’d succeed or to encourage me when I’d fall. She filled my life with memories…perhaps her greatest gift of all.
So many wonderful memories over the years…such a wide and beautiful array…
which is why it makes me sad to watch her memories slipping away.
“I can’t understand it!” She will say as tears from her eyes spill.
“But there are blanks within my memory I cannot seem to fill.”
It so unfair…so depressing…so confusing…so unkind…
to watch so many of our wonderful memories get lost within her mind.
So now, every time I visit her…whether planned or out of the blue
I bring with me my smile…and all my memories too.
Sometimes we sit for hours…sharing a laugh, a smile… a groan….
Hoping from out my shared memories she’ll find some of her own.
“When I saw your bookstore I thought perhaps it will help plant a seed into my grandma’s memories…because grandma loved to read.”
Luckily the store was empty…was it luck…or was if fate…so for the next 20 minutes I took his grandma on a date.
We walked around I showed her books…mostly I answered her questions…even when…she asked me the same questions…over and over again.
I’m not sure how much good I did…if any memories she reclaimed…
but just before they left her grandson thanked me…just the same.
As I watched them walk away I thought what a beautiful way to say I love you…
what a wonderful way of giving thanks…
a grandson sharing his memories with his grandma…
doing his best to fill in all her blanks.
Luke* and Frank* were my cousins from two of my father’s sisters.
Luke and Frank lived in the same city, and I joined them for an important family event. I had not seen nor spoken to either of them for more than 40 years. When I arrived, I telephoned Luke.
Luke was a year older than me and having grown up together, we were well acquainted with each other. Luke and his family moved 2000 miles away when I was 13. Frank and I knew each other as young kids but were not well acquainted. When I saw them again after 40 years, their response to me was a vast story in contrast. I have shared this story with other members of the family. Where appropriate, I have not revealed their identity, desiring not to be offensive in any way.
Upon arriving in their city, I spoke with Luke over the phone. I was excited in my voice tone and very delighted to finally renew our acquaintances. However, I was stunningly surprised by the response from Luke on the other end. I was quickly mistaken to think that I would at least be warmly welcomed with a sense of anticipation of him seeing me again. Instead, Luke was rather indifferent, tamed, and subdued. His tone was so disconnected from mine that I was forced to calm my emotions toward him. It felt so very awkward to me.
On the occasion of the event with everyone gathered, Frank was among the crowd and not at all recognizable by me. As kids, we saw each other only occasionally when my father took us to visit them several miles away. Nevertheless, Frank walked straight up to me, and in spite of the years, my full beard, and eyeglasses, he said, “Hi Michael!” I was 55 years of age, and could not have been more than 10 or 12 when we last saw each other.
Although a little disappointed, I was really okay.
And I would never tell Luke how he made me feel.
Frank was the kind of guy that made up for guys like Luke.
But “Not all cousins are created equal”, is what I wanted to say.
02182016PS
*True story; Names have been changed
Do you think I don't know you after all these years,
Sitting so quietly as if listening with raised ears?
Am I supposed to pick you up for such loving posture,
And reward you with a treat to hear your happy cheer?
You toppled the litter box and ran to your hideout
Pretending like except you no one will find out,
Emerging only when I cleaned the mess you made,
Walking away like you never heard anything I said.
Now you sit there as if to assure me all is well,
Looking for my approval of your cute, gentle swell.
I know you are scheming to ask for my forgiveness
With playful moves and kisses, trusting my kindness.
Yet, I see a look of determination: love me or else,
As if you know how to live here without my help,
Displaying cuddly charm neighbor's kids adore,
Hubris in your pose says they love you even more.
You left that space on sofa for me to sit next to you,
So I will lift you up with a gentle hug as I always do.
Stop pretending if you want to make up to me,
Be yourself and run to me to sprinkle kisses of glee.
First Place
October 28, 2017
Picture Prompt Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Lived my life full
At times the fool
So much I saw
Thinking my life was a flaw
Times I did not care
Blissfully unaware
A clock winding down
In time I started to drown
A lot of times I wore a frown
Going from day to day
Not even trying to find an easier way
Live or die
Odds were, no one would care enough to cry
Passing of the light
Life was a fight
I live yet
Good thing I didn't make a bet
May be I will yet live long
My heart is now beating strong
The rest of my years are bonus rounds
To do my best
I have passed all the test
Just need a little rest
So many places to go from here
No fear
Not the end of time
The beginning of a new rhythm
The start of forever
The past I sever
A learning tool
At times I may still play the fool
But life is now mine
To make my star shine
Up to me
Choice is never free
You always have to pay
....Someday..
....Someway...
On to the bonus rounds
Happy sounds
Life begins today
Guide my way
Every day will be my best day
That day we met
‘twas summer ‘63
at the local hop
you sidled up to me
You took my hand
we danced
my heart
my soul
were way up high
almost touched the sky
You walked me
to my bus stop
Bid me a fond farewell
We were to meet
same day
same place
same time
a week from now
That truly was the longest week
Oh how I longed
for you to meet
to sing
to dance
to talk romance
The day arrived
I had survived
I saw you standing there
I knew
for sure
never looked for more
We were the perfect pair
That boy in ‘63
He stole my heart
away from me
And sixty one years on
a piece
of my heart
was now gone
When you left
oh how I cried
bereft
the day you died
Looking back over
my life with you
What more could I desire
My darling dear
true love of my life
For when you chose me for your wife
my husband
my lover
there was no other
I am
I always will be…
~~~~
Your ever loving wife
Written 11th April 2022
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE