The Boat Of Us
'Twas a few years back, I remembered that,
When we had both placed our down payment checks,
At first we did not know which one, in fact,
We chose, then placed our personal effects,
They gave us our berth's, 'twas but side by side,
When we went fishing, our haul equaled both,
We filled our nets till we were satisfied,
Held separate jobs, together lost hope,
Long have we parted, until that storm hit,
My boat had adrift, could not make it start,
You came and towed us but the line had split,
I gave up my boat, got on yours was smart,
Home safe, next day, on the beach our boat sat,
'Twas a few years back, I remembered that.
2019 May 14
*1st Place*
Choices
~~Sara Kendrick
#1
I circle life’s memories
all smiles and emergencies
a baby and a wedding
all so breath taking
a photo album collects
all my personal effects
a life and love creating
a life breath taking
images lose their colour
as vows now start to stutter
life has a way of taking
as breath starts fading
circling my dreams in a web
my life, flow and ebb
Today I went to Haworth to the Bronte Museum
It was simply INCREDIBLE
Looking back at the lives of Emily Anne and Charlotte Bronte
The tragic lives of the family
Of their siblings dying so young
An Alcoholic brother
The death of their beloved mother
How their father coped bringing up 6 children in poverty
YET despite all this they became accomplished writers
You may have read the books or seen the TV adaptations
Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights to name but two
Seeing manuscripts, poems and personal effects was so moving
If you ever get the chance to go – do it - you won’t be disappointed
I won’t leave it another 20 years before I visit Yorkshire again!!
Jan Allison
5th August 2014
He was a meandering thief and serial murderer
who got lucky and became an overnight multi millionaire.
He kept the personal effects of all his victims as a trophy.
When he opened his basement closet, out fell his latest victim's body.
"Congratulations," he said, "you just won the lottery."
No one will fully understand,
the personal effects of my disease.
What I experience, how I feel,
and the horrible things that I see.
I'm trapped inside this mess called life,
stuck with the visions, the sounds and the noises.
Escape theres none, it follows me everywhere I go,
with the constant demands of the voices.
Locked down, all alone in the dark,
yes, my head is screaming, "You are mine!"
I am held hostage by my own insanity,
to me a victim if you had to define.
The many nightmares that I have,
haunt me while I sleep.
I hide away from the rest of the world,
but my fears run too deep.
Crazy I will always be,
that will never change.
Accepting that this is who I am,
misunderstood, alone and strange.