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SEPARATED AT BIRTH

In the process of 
Knowing you
He came to talk
So interesting
With speech
While my mate walked
...with you

Alone, it seemed
Uninterested in me
He lodged with beasts
I preferred beauty
And the questions
Hanging on trees
...forbidden

I reached for fruit
You said nothing
As I communed
You are too
Companion to me
Though both doomed
...to death

The creature violated
Me, again and again
As I yelled your name
I knew you would come
For one purpose
To clothe violence in shame
...for being human

You abandoned me!!!!
You left me with judgment
And a prophecy that bound my body
To an earth filled with
My children's blood
Godless...no LOVE

No pain is greater....

Wait
Is that you
Wailing in the corner
With bound hands
As my roots are being
Bound to a barren ground

He's a liar...He's a freakin' liar
None of this is TRUTH
Daddy God's name is LOVE
And nothing can separate us...NOTHING!!!

Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2024


Premium Member Mafia Obituary

Word for word your obituary was read 
everyone was there just like you said 
mostly enemies they weren't happy 
glancing at the photo you chose for 

the viewing ma was so brave too 
knowing full well that casket was 
empty thanking everyone for the 
flowers she felt so guilty she had 

them all donated to hospice each 
and everyone she spat on the shoes 
of on lookers demanding no one take  
any flowers she said it was bad luck she 

didn't need she said she felt like she 
would suffer greatly for this grand 
scheme oh look how the Knights of 
Columbus nearly dropped the handles 

alerting the crowd that the coffin was 
empty ma began blowing her nose so 
hard into the rose embroidered hankie 
damn right he's in a better place try 

Oklahoma for starters she said she 
hated her card buddies were there 
just watching waiting on her to lose 
it even a few kids you frequently yelled  

at in the shop were there peeking behind 
the pews asking for cake a few of your 
old girl friends arrived in pairs whispering 
it should have been me he was so good 

that's when your buddy Barry kicked 
the seat out right shouted whose ever 
funding this funeral needs to settle his 
debts with me before you leave this 

church that limo ain't free like him 
I thought oh my is he serious yes he was 
the funeral director wrote him a big fat 
check on the spot I couldn't figure out 

why so many people lined up to view 
your photo it was clearly a life size
portrait ma kelp squeezing my hand 
this was all stand up for me really we 

just had coffee then you give us an 
obituary and catch a flight to the Midwest
shh they want me to say a few words
I can't take it I release this uncontrollable 
 
laugh bringing me to tears naturally wait 
wait I would like to thank everyone for 
coming out he just called me he missed 
his flight he say's will one of you imbeciles

drive the hurst get out to Ohara midway 
airport right away pick him up like yesterday 
before somebody sees him and you all know 
what that means for Christ sakes he needs a ride
Form: Qawwali

Premium Member My Nice Niece

My Nice Niece

 My favorite nice niece is an eminent engineer,
  generous, genial and admirable by behavior.
  My nice niece appeared with splendid spirits.
  Costly diamond ring reflected rays as gem emits.
   I had to appreciate orange dots on her golden gown.
    We both visited posh restaurant in the town.
    I chose menu and she put the order.
    With merriment and delight day was over.
     My nice niece embraced me and left.
    I stood beside the iris tree at the gate.
   Her visit resembled a sparkling iota of sudden joy.
  I got the opportune to play with a precious toy.
  At night I caught my nice niece in my dream.
  Absurd irritable happenings came up, I had to scream.
 A cat with kink of rope on neck was chasing me on floor   
 I yelled and heard my maid to knock ‘Kindly open the door.’
 
   07/07/16

    Contest 228 any form-theme max 6 lines by Brian Strand
Form: Couplet

The Visit

Her sandy brown hair was all a mess.
Ice cream stains upon her dress.
Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone,
Appearing scared and all alone.

She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes.
My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries.
I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm.
I am here to help, I mean you no harm.

Where is your Mother? I softly said.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head.
Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó
She was just here a moment ago.

We came from the store when I dropped my ball.
I went to run after it, then I heard her call.
?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn.
When I turned back my mother was gone.

I looked all around, there was no one in sight.
We will find your mother, it?ll be alright.
I will take you home, do you know the way?
I don?t know my address she began to say.

Can you describe your house, what color is it?
It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit.
Thank goodness I knew the house she meant,
I took her by the hand and away we went.

Walking a short distance, we could see her house.
This sad little girl became joyful and rouse.
She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there.
The woman only reacted with an empty stare.

She was totally oblivious to her daughters return.
I approached the woman with great concern.
Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok?
?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ

She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late.
A reckless drunk driver decided her fate.
We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry.
?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó

I couldn?t believe my very own ears,
Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears.
You may not believe me, but I just have to say;
?I was visited by an angel todayÓ

I could never explain the why or how.
But I can assure you, she is with you now.
Together forever, never will you part.
As long as you keep her within your heart.
Form:

Raging Storm

Waves pummeled her bow, causing the schooner to rock
as a tempest wind heaved its feral breath into her sails.
The crewmen were steadfast, but had the right to balk
at warring against the strength of wild Nor'easter gales.
If I had seen warnings, we'd be safely moored at a dock.

Thunder unleashed his temper with a vicious tongue.
"Brace for another wave," I yelled to each brave mate!
Some were swept overboard; in the sea they were flung.
Three sailors tossed into the deep by an onerous spate,
when the boom cracked and split, around it had swung.

The furious storm was hellbent on gifting us to Neptune,
but against its rage, we fought with courage and heart.
When sea and sky calmed, I saw by light of a pale moon,
we were lost somewhere in the world, not on any chart.
Weatherworn ship and castaways, stranded on a dune.



10/14/2022 ~ Contest sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Three Stanzas in Quintain (Scillian) Form


Premium Member Forty Seven Degree Heat Wave

I threw my coat into the back seat because it felt like summer.
Forty-seven degrees! A heat wave after the below nine’s we had been having.
Let’s go swimming! I yelled to my husband who was still curled up in a blanket.
Shivering, because he claimed it was still winter. It’s forty-seven! I screamed.

I ran back outside to see if the yellow daffodils were up yet. They weren’t.
Then I got out my tiller, but alas, the ground was still frosty and hard.
Maybe I can mow? I thought. Then I remembered I gave my lawnmower away.
I called the gardeners. How soon do you think you can come? I asked them.

They thought it was hilarious that I was asking. In a month or two, they said.
I am ready for spring now! I thought. So I took out my paints and began to create.
I made roses lilies, geraniums, tulips, a giant rainbow, faeries, two dragons.
If spring cannot come to me, at least I can come to spring. Right?

Plastic Bottles Strewn Across Lawns

Before Earth Day I rode through Central Park,
I spotted plastic bottles strewn across lawns...
it wasn't the mischievous wind that scattered them and made them dance,
but it was humans who didn't care and bothered to dispose of them!
Twelve thirty was the exact hour when an unkept man collected them
as gems, and they were only worthy five cents;
once I yelled at a very young man as thin as a stork,
but his response was too sarcastic for my frowns!





P.S. If you see someone litter, 
please remind him/her to dispose them 
in a garbage pail. It will help
to keep our parks and streets clean.
Care about your environment by setting a good example.
Form: Rhyme

You Left

I kept thinking you would turn around
You said you would never leave
But it was getting harder to hear the sound
Of you moving about the leaves

I didn’t scream or chase you down
Instead, I froze in fright
I drew a circle on the ground
Where I would spend the night

  I steadily followed, with my eyes
As you faded in the distance
I felt some sort of paralyzed 
By a moderate force of resistance 

Inevitably, you became so small
Too soon, you disappeared
Starved Wolves began their evening call
But, no longer, was I scared

Scarred feet, were bare
My heart was pounding
No covers to wear
womanhood was sprouting 

Desperation replaced humility
Rage overpowered my pain
I vowed to push on, relentlessly
I refused to die, in vain

After miles of barely moving 
I locked eyes with an elderly farmer
Confused at what I was doing
He yelled, please, move no farther

Removing the coat that kept him warm
He began to walk my way
He mumbled, we must beat this storm
Then took me in, a stray

He didn’t so much as sneak a peek
His eyes were tired and caring
My jaw was weak, too tired to speak
I admired him so, for sparing
Form: Rhyme

Sigrid's Sandbags

Braced to fight tough for triumph 
         Stockpiled testosterone
         Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream 
         Sucked bitterness alone


         Flooded home, battle surmounted 
         Safeguard marshy roost
         Maladvised maveric trudged pond
         Stacking bags of no use

        
         Swirling water swarmed by spiders
         Fear erased from register
         Starless, deserted street industrial 
         Duty lead dim endeavour 
         
     
         Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
         Scream's echoing ignorant
         Yelled "help" at selected emptiness 
         Six months pregnant Sigrid


         Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted 
         Dry in her fortress upstairs 
         Concede agitated bruises encumber
         Defences laid dull despairs 




          
                      31st March
          Dependence is not defeat
Form: Bio

Premium Member Delilah Stop That

She is such a pretty porker the old sow said.
I thought you were too old for swine, said cousin Fred.
I may be tough, but I am certainly not dead,
She is a gorgeous gobbler, the old sow said.

Would you say she’s gourmet? Asked Aunt Sue.
She has been the head hog in the pen since ninety-two.
I don’t want to go there, her dad said, how about you?
Don’t get me into this said Uncle Pete, who was afraid of Sue.

The piglet in question was coming into her own.
She knew her curly tail was attractive as any rooster’s comb.
She rooted and tooted and flashed her sweet rump around.
Nearly doing in the males, who were looking away at the ground.

“Delilah! Stop that!” Yelled an old hog from inside the house.
You are flashing and flaring, tantalizing the boars with your louse.
Delilah smiled, knowing full well she was the best bacon intention.
Not understanding what it meant, but happy to receive full attention.
Form: Rhyme

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