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I'm nursing a headache the size of Corfu
my stomach is tied up in knots,
it's the seventeenth time that I've been to the loo
feeling sick with a dose of the trots.
My memory's blank as to how I behaved
but from texts on my phone I can see
that Doreen who I met said 'yes' when I proposed
(she's retired now, and seventy three).
I lie on the bed still in suit and loud tie
no effort to climb in the bedding,
my backache tells me as the evening went by
I danced like Grandads at a wedding.
A bad move to mix all those drinks, that's for sure,
I think I may have crossed the line,
there's a photocopy on the floor by the door
and I'd swear that those buttocks are mine.
I get the feeling I'm wasting my time
people are afraid of losing their money
afraid of the arguments within their families
afraid of finding family that will steal their money
afraid of losing their investments
afraid of going into bankruptcy
My sister having started and lost to shops
has not the heart to travel that path again
they started a butcher shop and went into bankruptcy
they started a fairy shop but could not reach a profit
a friend of mine started her own business
making/tie dying tee shirts
she had eighteen staff
Australia opened the doors
to international trade
she could not compete against
companies that pay third world wages
time and time again I come up against
people with experience in business
afraid to restart in todays world
perhaps they are right
but it's just as well your employers
didn't feel the same
we live in a hard country
I watched as a coffee shop employer
cried because she could afford
the minimum wage for employees
so that she could take time off
across the road from us a new plaza started
already only a year later
several of the new companies have failed
I imagine thousands of dollars in lost investment
The worst was the biggest shop target
that struggled to get customers
in our thrifty Australian economy
people that try to cut costs buy cheap
Target could not compete against
Kmart's on both sides in close proximity
to many similar shops in close proximity
undermine each other business
making it impossible for the weakest to survive
you want competition to drive prices down
but we also need to look at sustainability
shops need customers to survive
Granted I am encouraging
people to become investors
but we also want those investments
to be successful
Governments thrive on the success
of their people
we need Governments that focus
on creating successful investors
Seagulls and Saints of Emmaus
David J Walker
I see Seagulls and Saints
And icy sills of Window’s
Restraints of blurred realities
And unaccompanied Complaints
But clearly every pray ends
In amends and Amens
And incitant constraints
I see syllables in Sawgrass
A syllabus of things passed
Down in hands of hand me down
Phases and phrases
Of false praise promises of
Devine Salutations extended to
The someone just behind me
I see sunsets and bad bets
In this and that complications of
Unfinished pages of equivocations
On the road to Emmaus,
(about seven miles from Jerusalem)
“Stay with us” we plead
for it is nearly evening and the day is almost done.”
So he went and broke bread
And then fled as their eyes opened.
And That’s when I saw
Seagulls and Saints
Dining in fields
of locust and wild honey
sinking in the sand and losing it
i am watching the whales and the dolphins play
a crab of some sort checks me out in its own way
a few sea gulls do the same
i watch you and him having as much fun as you wanna
i am remembering when he was me
the waves crash continuously running poetic interference
regrets sneak up on me like a bully with water balloons of bad intentions
i sit and wonder when and where i went wrong
how could you leave me for the man who broke your heart until it wilted and bewildered
when he breaks your heart again, just tell him you love him again and swim straight for the sharks
buried in the sand and conceding to another lost battle
my broken heart is a damaged mirror undeservingly demoted to the seventh row
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We went for a walk after sunset in the dark,
among the shadows of chestnut trees near a park,
where howls in nearby cornfields
brought fear of what the sound yields,
and rose an unfriendly but wary question-mark.
"What fiend sets to prowl this auspicious time of night?
What fearsome, bold creature may show its teeth so bright?
stalking fresh flesh for its meal,
no mercy for those who kneel,
praying rescue them to the Heavenly Spirit of Light?"
After our walk, we stood on our porch there trembling,
collecting our calm, peaceful thoughts assembling,
endured a gauntlet of fear,
survived what did not appear,
yet ourselves nothing thereafter resembling.
Though the clock had no hands to tell the time
It was still able to number the hours
Over the trees the sun began to climb
As dandelions roared on the lawn, 'flagrant flowers!'
Off to work she went, ready to catch a train
He morning seemed to be on the right track
On the platform she saw her coworker, Jack Crane
He handled cases that required 'heavy lifting', good ole Jack
They arrived at work as the bike messenger wheeled in
He was always suitably attired
His world was a constant spin
Becaus obviously, he was two tired
3-13-2023
Pun Fun Poetry Contest
Margarita Lillico
I ate the enemy,
and bottled up the peace,
I swam a shore
and polluted all the reefs,
I waged a war,
and dreamed up proper beats,
I came and went
before people got their feet,
I ate the animal
and labeled a lofty cannibal-
aided in the sham of all,
but gave it back through the Ram and Bull,
I sickened your very sole,
did chores to leave you without a goal,
faced you inside your head,
made you slave against your own bed,
I ran away and made you feel the chase,
like big cats carrying mace...
You had a chance-
I swear you could have won the day,
its too bad you became sorry
and wished me away,
and thought the earth was still round-
just like your face,
too bad you can't get off of the spike
stuck to your seat,
even if you hitchhike
you pine at others wills that are weak,
jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique,
and you weren't even there
taking notes and pointing a beak.
December Seventh and the U.S.A.
By Franklin Price
12/07/2021
December seventh, forty-one
A day that lives in infamy
Had it not happened, as it did,
Where in the world, would we now be?
Was only four score years ago
We could no longer isolate
Became THE POWER of the earth
With destiny we made a date
Japan and the Axis powers
Forced us, the U.S.A., to fight
They woke up the sleeping giant
And since, we've never slept a night
For us the war began that day
To end, at last, in forty-five
Veterans, of it, still among us
Aging, a hundred, but alive
Are they proud of where we've traveled
Since the atomic bomb was dropped.
Or do they realize, as I,
That World War Two has never stopped?
We helped the whole world to rebuild
Could not retreat from all the fight
Communism now our enemy
It did not happen overnight
In the war they were our allies
Defending all against the foe
When the Axis was defeated
Became the enemy we know
Policing actions, came and went
Korean war, and Vietnam
The Cold War, so called, ended
We did not really give damn
Had to meddle in the Middle East
Bringing terror to our lives
Putin's Russia and Red China
Are both where the war still thrives
May not yet be full on combat
But the threat is in the way
Why can't we all just get along
In the World we're in today?
Can't we sit down at the table
And listen to the other side?
Our blue, third planet, from the sun
Is the only place to ride.
THE POWER on the planet Earth
Is still the good old U.S.A.
But it's slipping exponentially
And will soon be gone away
We're losing sight of who we are
Of who our founders said we'd be
We the people, are the government
Not those in Washington, we see.
Don't have our interests in their hearts
They'll take our freedoms all away
They'll defeat us from the inside
That's what I see for us today
It's not over 'til it's over
We can fight until it's done
We can help or we can hinder
To see again a rising sun
Knock, Knock
Mom.
I missed my bus.
I am going to be late.
Class will start without me.
They will be mad..
at me.
Mom.
Are you up yet?
It is only a few minutes passed...
Yet my world is crumbling
as if it were high noon---
and the crowd is gathering,
to watch.
Mom.
I did everything you said.
I set the alarm.
I went to bed.
Really.
I know I was up...
in the middle of the night,
but it could not be helped.
I am young,
and have so much...
too much,
on my mind.
Mom.
Can you hear me?
I am calling your name.
Not for the first time,
never for the last...
AT THREE TEN AM I GOT OUT OF BED.
I RUBBED MY EYES AND SHOOK MY HEAD.
I WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO QUENCH MY THIRST.
ON MY WAY THERE I STRUCK BY A BURST.
IT CAME RIGHT THROUGH THE ROOF AND FOCUSED ON ME.
IT TOOK SEVERAL SECONDS. BUT I FINALLY BROKE FREE.
I'M COMPLETELY AWAKE, NOW AT THIS TIME.
AND YES I WAS, BLOWN RIGHT OUT OF MY MIND.
MY HART WAS POUNDING, BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER.
MY QUEST FOR SOME WATER, HAS COMPLETELY BEEN SHATTERED.
BUT MY CURIOSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME.
I WASN'T SURE I SEE WHAT I SEE.
I TOOK A STEP FORWARD AND ENTERED THE BEAM.
IT SEEMED I WAS FLOATING IN SOME KIND OF DREAM.
IT'S SOME KIND OF BEAM, BUT, INSIDE IT SEEMS TWISTED.
I LOOKED ALL AROUND BUT NO INSTRUCTIONS WERE LISTED.
ONE HOUR LATER I WOKE ON UP THE FLOOR,
WHEN I THOUGHT I HEARING A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.