They planted trees but forgot their water.
Each leaf a wrinkled newspaper clipping
from a world I never subscribed to.
Noise here is curated.
A choir of car horns, a sermon of drills
but I hear the silence
between footsteps
and the echo
of one slippered child
crossing the pedestrian overpass
with rice in a plastic bag.
My eyes collect
forgotten wrappers,
graffiti prayers,
the melancholy
of sky cut by concrete.
They say you must harden in Manila.
But I cracked
gently,
like an eggshell left in heat.
A Hundred-year-old rosewood door
Was found today in an old liquor store.
Buried Beneath the basement floor
so, the story goes
For a century she laid dead
shot up with bullet holes and blood stains
According to an old newspaper clipping,
It was hung before the civil war and opened as a liquor store against the law without a judge or jury
It opened its door that Sunday afternoon
Creating such an uproar a hundred women or more stormed the liquor store and tore down that devil's door singing never more will you open your door.
That Hundred-year-old rosewood door,
Imported from Brazil and hung before the civil war,
according to the local folklore,
It was a magnificent reddish brown wooden door.
That adorned the front of a liquor store.
An Old newspaper clipping humorously
describes the terrific uproar.
And the gore when a hundred local women or more
stormed that liquor store they were unhinged
when they ripped down that old rosewood door
After that day never more
did that liquor store open its door
Memory Box.
.
Have you ever made a memory box
For future generations
So your not forgot
.
A lock of hair a funny photograph
Your first teddy bear
Postcards from when you went somewhere
Your favorite record your first shoes
An old newspaper clipping
When you were In the news
.
A pressed flower from your wedding day
Your old school tie
A love poem from your first sweetheart
That made you cry
Your first tooth your Mothers ring
Precious sentimental things
You want to pass on
After you're gone.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Times are hard
Money is in a vice grip
Numbers scare people & use to stretch a tight lip
Dice get roll
Lose your life when the card flip
People bearing arms
Death sentence in palms grip
Mom's carry weight 2 babies on her small hips
There's no whips
But children still need whippings
And less court support
Because courts be tripping
Families apart
That's what they be ripping
Can't wait til the judges in ah newspaper clipping
If I'm going out
I gotta factor the tip in
Life is the party
Hope everybody get in
Always be you
Everybody can't fit in
It's a whole lot of space
That none of us will get in
Students & parents
Everybody need to sit-in
This started in my mind & got finish wit ah ink pen
Get outside the box & the real might sink in
Live some-more babies
Tell me what you think then
What's deadlier the gun or the words of man
2/15/14
T.B.T