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Today my sister brought our niece for a visit. The day was going along as a day goes in the Ramel household. A little laundry being done (my father yells out “Wash my favorite flannel shirt”). Mom’s cooking, “Hey!” my brother says “The water is boiling over the kettle of the potatoes!” It's controlled chaos, like many households across America.
My sister and mother both go shopping for a while leaving three men and a baby. This is when the real adventure begins. Well baby Brooke has a touch of the flu and is very irritable. She also longs for her mommy. Well, it's a hilarious sight to see three grown men running around making a bottle of formula, pampering her whimpers and cries. In our defense I would like to say we tried everything: we carried her, we held her, we rocked her in a chair, changed her diaper (even though it didn't need changing we found out later) and talked in words that have more vowels than consonants. “Thank God!’ I said to my brother “Look momma's home.” You cannot imagine the relief three grown men had just felt.
Men can erect buildings, conquer countries and travel through space, but what my sister did left us all in awe. What a woman's touch did in a matter of seconds is incomparable, almost omnipotent. She silenced the violin cries of a baby that had us all in chains. So, here's to you mother's…..(you rock) and we salute you.
Venus
Casts a tiny shadow
Upon the ghostly snow
From its candle held by an extended hand
Of a cloaked man
Who trips through the stripped trees
Follows the fresh trail of reindeer
To our second-floor windowsills
Then on to rooftops lined with owls
Comet tails thrashing through the oval
Stars
The kids pretend to sleep
To the faint smell of hay
Their red stockings overflow with candy canes
Earlier in the gray day
As I walked my dog alone in the park
A herd of deer
Found a barren patch of grass
In the backyard of a farmhouse
Laid themselves out
Like real life figurines to a nativity scene
Four does curled up on all fours
Three bucks standing over them
Antlers like crowns
Two more does
Heads bowed
Grazing
Kitchen light
On
In the window
Next to a frozen pond
A swan curtsies and a sandhill crane bows
They nearly kiss
Looking on
In our bed
Between my wife and I
With his furry head laid on our pillow
Our golden retriever jerks from a dream
Whimpers perhaps
For my hand cupping his treat
Both cats stretch
Between our legs
Ears twitching to moles jingling
To the faint guiding light
Outside
It’s five before midnight
The animals will soon begin to talk
Though I’ve heard them
All my life
Hallelujah!
Blessed with a big hunk of love.
He protects us, entertains us, obeys us (and disobeys us when he really feels the need).
Individually, he has stolen the heart of every member of this family with his quirky ways.
With his intelligence, his adorable looks,
His efficient guard dog behavior, letting strangers know with just a “look” that he is watching them”.
His need to sniff and inspect any parcel delivered or “new” item introduced to the house,
His gentleness, his eagerness to please, his childlike pleasure when offered a new toy, or a walk in the park,
The dance he does when any one of us comes home accompanied by yelps of delight and the gift of his slobbery toy that he brings to greet us,
His contentment to just lie about in the same room when it’s time for the family to relax.
We are endeared by his carefulness to avoid obstacles as he walks around the house, in ore at the huge size he has become.
We are touched by his little whimpers when one of us leaves, and by his vigilance watching the gate at about the time they routinely return home.
The ouch of his weight as he “accidentally” treads on your toe if he is being ignored.
His slobbery “kisses”, his need to rip to shreds in the shortest possible time, every expensive indestructible toy we buy him.
His willingness to sit quietly beside the family member who is ill or sad, not demanding attention, but silently just “being there”.
Now I found a site called Bullmastiff Lovers. To my amazement, so many adore their Bullmastiffs, and I see they all have the same wonderful traits.
This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such,
Not in paint but flesh and blood, bone
Hearing the voices talk, words of wrath and greed
I feel their call, crawl deep into my mind, I intone
Burrowing like maggots into my spine
This is the way the flesh will end in the cry of the damned
Oh the pleas, such sweet music my victims make
Crimson on my delicate fingertips, I taste
Oh what a rush don’t you think
I’m just an artist a traveler in spirit really
On my way to the holly-caust
To see the pyres of some mad American empire
Turn to ash and dust
My blades cast a fine rust
This is the end of flesh and bones, souls
Crimson is such a good color on you
Tis stark against your pale flesh
Delicate like China's pure white dust
Oh how you scream so
Hush that delicate mouth
This is the way the flesh will end
In the rhythm of my blades
Fresh crimson spins, crushed
An Artist of flesh n bone, blood, & still-life
Don’t you think this glorious, such a trip
Oh to think I’m just a passenger on his ship
Of life, can you hear their screams?
This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
But in the lines made in flesh, silver sharp blades cut
Can’t you see I am an Artist
Not in paint but in flesh blood, n bone
Hearing the voices talk, words of wrath and greed
Oh the sweet screams
I feel the call, words burrow deep into my mind,
Piercing like daggers deep into my spine
This is the way the flesh will end
Not in the whimpers of the meek
But the righteous scream of the powerful
Oh the pleas, of my victims
Crimson on your delicate lips
Oh what a rush don’t you think
This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such,
not in paint but flesh and blood, bone
FREEPORT RHAPSODY…
(Apropos A Visit Home )
Tired shrimp boats sit moored
along the muddy banks of the Brazos;
their day’s catch iced down and waiting.
Tormenting mosquitoes flew
from puddles of water
pooled between blades of salt grass,
feasting on the fresh blood
of buzzed home comers.
The aroma of seafood gumbo pots
saturated the salt water air; and the clinking
bottle caps signaled the gathering of keno players.
Olympian domino players slap their table tops
with rhythms that rival the best of Art Blakely’s
drumming on a full moon Afro Night.
Teams of bid whist players
played musical chairs.
Over chattering voices, echoes of howling dogs
faded into canine whimpers
as Gulf Coast breeze blew sweet memories:
Indeed there’s no place
like home.
**Edible Delight**
Terzanelle
I crave her culinary delight
Hungry, her dish served over wine.
I crave her culinary delight
My senses tingle when she whines.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Hips and curves, sublime as I dine.
Bursting with pleasure, adjusting.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Short and busty, I am lusting
Innocence with much sex appeal.
Charming this vivacious hostess.
Free agent signed a one night deal.
Exploring on reconnaissance
this mission is almost complete.
Charming this vivacious hostess,
with an ass good enough to eat.
I crave her culinary delight,
this mission is almost complete.
I crave her culinary delight!
Triple Senryu
Manicured fingers
perfectly pedicured toes
moans, sultry whimpers
Green eyes glazed over
motionless in ecstasy
ready for round three!
Tanned legs quivering
bed sheets now rest on the floor.
Enough? I want more!!
Jared Pickett
2/22/2014
Asavvy1
Life in the Dark
Often it's here in the dark, in my dreams I come alive in the night
Caught in this struggle between life and death straining to find the light
Shadows afford me some camouflage as my skin begins to glisten
Ears bent to the breeze, fighting hard, straining to listen
From the summer sun I've a skin of fine gold
Mighty muscular arms that may quickly unfold
Yet with a fairies nimble grace I move light as the air
Alone in the dark's keep, without a care
The night breeze brings it, on a zephyr it came
Ever so softly the night whispers my name
In this fortress of solitudes freedom I take flight
Sailing aloft on the breeze into the night
My life unto this point, a conundrum of riddles it has been
Hidden meanings failed, and often that which was needed unseen
Swirling intertwining circles of endless motion
Whimpers in the night that became a lost notion
Thoughts relentlessly going around
The night echoes that bewildered sound
Looking and always searching my deepest realms to see
I'm forever lost in the inner war to find the hidden secrets within me
So I tuck up my pillows, rub my weary lids in the enigma of this keep
As I fall back into the realm of darkness fast asleep
Well, I guess it's time...
Just remember, I didn't draw the line.
You all dont care cause you're doing just fine,
In the end, you've shown that you lack a spine!
Does it make you happy to make me feel bad?
Does it feed your ego to make me feel sad?
Empathy is something you all never had...
Does my existence, despite it all, make you mad?
I'm going to lose everything I worked for...
Always finding a locked door...
You never cared and that's for sure!
I hope everything you care about crumbles to the floor!
I guess it was about time to start over again...
I'm getting tired of having to explain!
(Hi...)Why do you all thrive from my pain!
What do you gain?
I'm losing control... !psssst!
Step back, cause heads are gonna roll!
Guess I'll be filling in that old hole... (finally)
Wonder if hypocrites and liars even have a soul???
(Hello friends, did you miss me?)
(You must have because here again I be)
[Wait a minute, you can't be free]
!hey, get out of the way, I'm trying to see!
(Dont worry I'll be kind... at first...
Hee hee, but I want to see a heart burst...
If you think that was bad, this next thing is worse.)
[Sorry, had to delete this whole verse]
(Stop messing with my friends
And get back inside)
[But we are running out of places to hide...]
(Shhhhh shhhhh... they're having fun, right guys?)
*muffled sounds and whimpers implied*
(Down and down
Underground
Never be found
No more sound)
[You're insane, look what you've done]
(OH shut it, I was just having some fun.)
!don't worry folks in fiction this was spun!
(Hee Hee ha... time to run...)
(Jack)
[Helper 1]
!new voice!
In earlier year pages
there were the time of sages
prophesying of things to come,
but today, it is the ground that rises to speak of nature spun
the messages of what may yet be if heard without heed
if history remains forgotten and unbelieved.
Rumbles and shockwaves scored
tremble on the land and shores
windswept dreams of magnificent edifices rose then torn
and the sky grayed and clouds were restlessly formed
along the surface of the ocean storms forewarned
to respond in upheaval irretrievable.
Beneath the towers made by man
everyone and everything is washed away to sand
and in the aftermath of the world's demise,
soft somber whimpers scour foolish man's pride
and as it all begins to disappear by fires seared
the empty earth cries.
LIFE ON A ROLL
Another sunset to walk towards,
This day ending. Boots worn down some more.
Rascal at my side. We ate only once.
No complaints, no whimpers, only sore.
We'll find a place to lay,
as the sun sets behind an oak.
Perhaps for a while we'll stay,
with no bother from town folk.
Miles and miles we've walked,
through villages and towns not known.
Only to survive,
with luck he finds a bone.
This is the life they said!
Cars and money! My wife so beautiful.
I had it all they said
as my life was on a roll.
But that roll has changed,
Her life ripped from my clench
Family came. friends called
but now I've lost all my sense.
So we took to the road, this Rascal and I,
To find myself, to find a new home
To endlessly wander,
searching for my soul.
The ground is worn smooth.
By this oak we will lay.
Unravelling my roll, sleep will be short,
for quickly we reach another day.
The sun creeps up from past a hill I see.
Boots on. Roll packed.
Walk again, hungry, longing, searching,
him and me.
This quest must end. Wandering and walking,
Searching for my soul.
But I don't know how. This is my life.
My life on a roll.
Graham Alexander Devenish