I rarely eat my breakfast out
But, as a special treat,
We took our guests to Effy’s,*
Hoping that we’d get a seat.
It’s half a block from where we live
And breakfast gets a crowd.
We took a chance, though, and lucked out.
(Reserving’s not allowed.)
Surprisingly, the outdoor spots
Were filled, despite the heat,
But in the room inside, we found
A cool and calm retreat.
A varied menu let us choose
From middle eastern meals
To pancakes, wraps and sandwiches,
All with their own appeals.
We ate, we drank, we chatted
In a pleasant atmosphere,
The buzz of fellow diners
Adding to the Sunday cheer.
A break from a routine
Can often bring about a smile
And a state of satisfaction,
Even if once in a while.
*Effy’s Café on the upper east side of Manhattan
Narrow winding road passing through the stretched fields
A flock of white storks strutting on the ridges
As if they were the landlords
Slight warbles and trills of birds
I went on enjoying the symphony during my morning walk
A chaos...
The purring of a gasoline car
All the birds soared upwards with a flapping
One confused stork flew in the reverse course
And hit the hood of the car
A thudding sound followed by a weak wailing
I sensed what had happened
Saddened at the sight of the discoloured bird
The static stork plucked my heart strings
An unknown bird...
Still, turbulence in my heart
The hard lucked bird has become my storyline
My tranquil RIP to the hapless soul!
Premiere Contest : 3rd Place
So, asking, sometimes even begging but know way, know way, it ain’t happening for me!
Everything, everytime seems somehow to go wrong, even bad you see.
Perhaps I lucked-out back then when I saw, when I saw an angel in front of me?
Perhaps I lucked-out when she said yes with those deep, smiling eyes to me?
So, I don’t take for granted that luck’s magic will ever again perform for me.
I don’t gamble, I don’t risk it because I got everything that I ever wanted you see.
so I lucked-out and that ain’t so bad after all because you’re still here with me.
Priced high in cinemas
Pick from cheese, butter, salt
Plucked from corn bits...then heat
Pair this with soda... zing!
Pop it ,crunch it...mouth sings
Please, bring this great snack on!
First place
Nobody prepares you
For life after a loss.
All the words are the same
But they don't tell you it's hard.
They expect you to know
That waking up is weighed with guilt.
They don't warn you
About the fear of forgetting.
They don't know what it's like
Moving on with nothing left
To remember the lost by.
Everyone grieves with us
But it may be easier for them.
At least they have
More to hold onto
Other than a memory.
And while memories are special;
While we lucked out with pictures...
I won't ever get to say:
"It was my sisters" again.
I can't say, "My mom gave it to me."
Everything that belonged
And all that she gave
Has been lost to the flames.
All I have now
Is a resemblance
That will change
As I grow older
While they stay
17 and 43
Forever.
Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves" Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox
"Bassy" "The Axe" Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy
"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.
"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.
The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.
Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves" Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox
"Bassy" "The Axe" Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy
"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.
"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.
The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.
Saints gave you souls of growing
Humans coined you a shape of flesh
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated you soft and gentle
Your movings liked the willow dancing
In the stream and onshore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you are looking
For the lucked ones seduced to come
We deemed to meet each other somewhere
Within the periods of short-living time,
No matter it's determined or just by chance
Indeed when you are in front of me
I saw your eyes shining on my dream.
a kiss
a touch
an invitation
a warm embrace
a concrete gesture
a kind word
a letter
a gift
a card
a note
a call
you
and
me
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x x x
xx x x
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xx x xx
xx x xx
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I love that you
don’t wait
for a
special
occasion
to show your
tenderness and affection
you are generous with your time
you give of yourself without restraint
your smile and laughter are contagious
you’re always thoughtful and considerate
you’re truly genuine and kindhearted
Thank you for the lovely bouquet
I lucked out when I married you, my darling, I love you
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
We’re rightfully concerned
It seems to be a dark dubious world we’re bringing you into
Threatening and not so promising
How long can we shelter you from it all
You’re tiny not even able to crawl
A babe not yet in school~ fastforwarding ten years
Can’t even imagine the so-called progress
As it is, it’s hard to keep up
Everyone’s on a technology conveyor belt
Though a clever trompe l’oeil
We see veneer attempts to shrink
That gap between the have’s and the have not’s
Thank God we’re only grand-parents
Maybe age, fatigue or nostalgia gets the better of us
We seem to have lucked out growing up in the hippies era
Sure it had its problems but it certainly was amazing
Everywhere mostly peace and love they were the golden years
Thinking back~ seems obvious that the magic element is
Youth, innocence and naiveté
AP: 1st place 2020
Known for miles around
As the Queen of Croissants
She’d perfected her art for years
But at what cost
More physically demanding than you might think
She gave the best years of her youth
Working at a small town bakery
The strain on her hands and body taking their toll
Owners had lucked out and they knew it
She loved her art and would have done it for free
Trying to produce the work of three
Never took a sick day in twenty-five years
Couldn’t have worked harder if the place had been her own
The owners were greedy, looking to save their own hide
Watched her toil while they leisurely went about their day
Went on vacations leaving her the keys
Knowing all too well the place would run smoothly
Heaven forbid she would get a thank you
Or - bite your lip – a bonus
AP: 2nd place 2020
March 4, 2018 Poem of the Day
We took a chance by visiting,
Two weeks ago today,
A city known for frigid temps
But we lucked out that way.
For it was chilly, but not much,
With just one day of ice,
So we walked all around the town;
Our jackets did suffice.
The weather app that’s on my phone’s
Still set to where we were.
The temps this coming week deserve
Just one response – that’s BRRR!
The high one day is minus 4;
At night, minus 15.
Vacationers-to-be need
Common sense to intervene.
For had we been there in that cold,
No sights could quite compel
Us to venture further than the lobby
Of our warm hotel.
I needed a cake for a birthday;
I stopped at a fancy food store.
With Mothers’ Day coming tomorrow,
I lucked out with choices galore.
My daughter loves everything chocolate
And one seemed to really just pop –
A mousse-filled creation in layers,
But crowned with a satiny top.
When asked if the cake could, with icing,
Be personalized on the spot,
The counterman grinned with excitement;
I gathered he does this a lot.
With beautifully swirled dainty letters,
How deftly he piped every word,
But before he completed his artwork,
A happenstance strangely occurred.
He’d asked not a word ‘bout my daughter
But finished his icing design
With a musical staff and a clef note
When it’s music that makes her life shine.
How’d you know? was the best I could muster.
He just smiled as he tenderly placed
What he’d lovingly done in a cake box;
It’s just perfect, no matter the taste.
It seemed as though she'd made a deal;
With Satan in the flesh.
Put her name on a twenty five year note.
She didn't know she'd sold her soul;
By signing on that line.
Fate wasn't hers, that's how the deal was wrote.
It didn't matter when she did;
A little bit, too late.
It was written in her cards to be that way.
And, peace she wouldn't find this time;
As she had lucked before.
No peace for her, at least 9000 days.
This girl, she traveled through this life;
A demon by each side.
Just like the deal she signed was sure to say.
And, life chose not to be so kind;
So tender, and so meek.
In madness, was her fate, this girl would stay.
The last day of the contract with;
The Devil that she made.
Day eight nine and ninety ninth it was.
She said bye to a life of Hell;
And turned to walk away.
Then fell victim to the Devil like all does.
So, make a note and make it well;
And, tuck that note away.
There's a lesson to be learned from her today.
Don't sign a note and make a deal;
With Satan in the flesh.
Fate won't be yours, and Hell you'll have to pay.
She would undream her burdens, her life's
Map of drudgery; all those years
She is hardened enough to hold tears;
Her hand never slackened by the
Fusty, hard stone of labour and love-hunger;
From the shelter of her face she unveils her sorrows:
Would you for fairness sake break
The yoke of servitude
That has denied me childhood?
Being orpharned at eight, you could empathize
The girl breaking her back in a sonko's home,
Prematurely taking older people's chores.
She lucked parental care.
Each day she watches as Fallion's family walk together,
Father and daughter, mother and son, demonstrating
The inherent oedipal love. How she longs for that love!
Jolly little ones under her tender care taking strides
To the nearby uplands school; she escorts them
As they stride along. Work and want respects no age.
Oh root deeply entrenched in the soul of our land!
Sing me once again, my love, your childhood deams;
Come hold my hand; feel where the stream of
My pulse drain your sorrows.
Come let us wind our woes
in leaves of light. Sing me,
Will you?
Your childhood dreams.
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