I didn’t see her face.
you did!
I didn’t get to hear of sweet little girl voice.
You did!
I didn’t get to hear her say mommy and daddy!
You did!
I didn’t get to hold her tight.
You did!
I don’t get to dream about her.
You do!
I had all the pain, and the blood, and the agony.
But in the end we both are without her everyday!
(Dedicated to Peyton)
Car 54, where are you?
Is a horse still a horse, of course?
Who today considers Denace a 'menace?'
Do you yet play 'The Glad Game,' Pollyanna?
Kryptonite get you in the end, Superman?
Mayberry more like Peyton Place? ~ Such a disgrace!
Does anyone ever listen to those 'Talks on Ted?' *
'Mr. Putin, so 19th-century,' Bill Clinton and John Kerry actually said...
Not everyone gave John and Yoko, nude in a
department store window, sitting in a bubble-
bath, back in 1968 a glance ~
'Cos 'NOW' is never the time
to just 'GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!'
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* For rhyming purposes, I changed the name of 'Ted Talks.'
Thursday 17th
October 11
2020
A collective collaboration
From 4th floor Peyton
3 step pyramid place
Be that free will or destiny child
Clutching at straws
Inside my own private universe
For a better tomorrow
Seeking answers to what exactly
is my relationship with God
I must contest
No contest
N/A
Dishonorable mention
If every man, ...ceased to hate and blame every other man for his own failures and shortcomings, we would see the end of every evil in the world, from war to backbiting.
-Grace Metalious from PEYTON PLACE
It happened on the fourth floor
Where there is no one to console
And every man feels sure he’s lost
The heart of his own dancing soul
It happened on the fourth floor
Where intimacy quiets the spirit
And candlelight muses are aware
There is truth beyond their conscious
It happened on the fourth floor
Where gentle waves of compassion sing
To those who share the blessings there
Amid a forest of sweet dreams and ideas
It happened on the fourth floor
Where there are echoes of truths abiding
Creating promises of love forevermore
Praising God for His unending love
It happened on the fourth floor
Brothers and sisters and mothers and sons
All came together to shine in the sun
Beneath God’s touch of unconditional love
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by craig cornish
September 15, 2020
“Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive,
you have to watch out for.” Grace Metalious, Peyton Place
THE FOURTH FLOOR OF NOWHERE
The back room on the 4th floor of nowhere,
nowhere but our love, hidden from the lips
of those hustlers and backbiting peasants.
Spring to Winter, we’d get our kicks and kips.
We’d stash water bottles, cash and her
stare, where no one would bother to look.
Her blackmail ended our tryst and her life.
We played her game but not by her book.
We knew one day they’d go room to room,
key in hand, a skeleton to find, no remorse.
We’d have goosebumps near each other
but be careful to keep our eyes off course.
Forever is a long time of regret and forget.
A tongue that dared to cross our path, so
unimportant, forgotten, a regrettable life.
A backroom hush but a ghostly shadow.
We don’t dare recollect our lust of youth.
The handholding, the kiss, rose petals in bed.
We are unhappily married to our secrets.
Life in Peyton Place is to keep promises dead.
9/8/2020
Craig Cornish’s The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
there's a passion burning from deep inside
a desire for blood in my thirst quenched soul
things in life are getting way out of control
each of us goes through certain phases
all where looking for is an inner place
some how it may come from outer space
a social disgrace in my Peyton place
many are filled up with lies does it come as no surprise
man, women & child getting a little bit wild
flirting faces certain traces in these places
the passion now burns as a volcanic ash
no one in this life gets by on a free pass
we all have reason to believe
but only a few get down on there knees
Alice Cooper is a jewel to share with us a new rule
vibrations from the outer banks of town
everybody want to get on down
its never to late when you live by faith
for he is always there
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
lest I refrain another turn of the page
there are lines being drawn in the sand
hopefully someday all will understand
Excuse me you took my seat
hidden behind the false hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through their twisted lies
this comes as no surprise
they are among us yet they are not of us
viscous long fangs dripping blood off side
can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
vile matter comes from there mouth
desperate souls seeking to victimize weak willed people
lovers of pleasure rather then lovers of what is good
they have masks they where in the futility of their minds
Evil minds that plug destruction wandering in time
they have no real purpose they just exist
twisted steel with brandished prick bushes intact
falling angels to proud for anyone out of their arrogance
trapped beneath a Peyton place existence
they don't know how to be kind cause hate is all they know
blackened death stench twisted in the rot of Hell's existence
Satan is laughing spreads his wings
cold heart waxed with skeletons vanquished among us
the walking dead with clear vomit of feces
the heart thirsts for pure water
a beacon of hope to a hurting world
Rain fell down on my face
bask in the vast array of Peyton place
reach deep inside
we have no reason to hide
through the drama & pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
love can cause one to seek
a solemn solace of a midnight breach
who knows when this pain will stop
we fade away like leaves in the wind
fallen Elms with leaves too thin
a sparkling array of blissful care
I shed a single tear to numb the inner desire
burning for hidden treasure
the fall of the weather
Rain falling down from the sky
a helping hand to get you by
it's the reason to believe
while the world outside watch as you bleed
carry me through a distant shore
lest I implore another opened door
four wheel with a tire that's flat
working so hard can give you a heart attack
we walk by faith not by sight
a bird in flight leaving in the night
seek for truth with all your might that is your right
Rain on my head it's the walking dead
a face full of lead
what's going on inside are heads ?
I Digress
I'm striped inside
from the ambiance of your love
out of the dark conclaves I digress
shadows merely block the experience
we seek to honor the dead
faces filled with lead
the plausible quest to a happy encounter
instead we foster feelings of hidden ambiance
does love really exist or are we here all alone
love is the truest essence of my mere existence
Perhaps this is the land where Nero tread
still we dig much deeper then ever before
a given chance at which to explore
what hurts you the most down deep inside
four walls that block my faced exterior
the mystery lies beneath the sod I tread
a Peyton place with the walking dead
You watch as I rot inside my cage
getting lost in a purple haze
Like a mouse stuck in it's maze
wake up late to one of those days
Let's look deep inside
we have nothing to hide
Sidewalks filled with heads
the sought corruption of the walking dead
pillars, columns & staircases
We leave a lasting trace
spread out upon are Peyton Place
You must walk in the almighty's ways
creatures, features & moonlight dealers
Blood soaked skin on their brow
lines formed in their face
Viscous long hanging fangs that bite
Creatures of the night
fallen demonic members that surround
Sound the alarm
not for the faint in hearted
One must humbly bow the knee to pray
the atheist would insist it aught not be this way
Shadows break forth toward a bond of revolt
others seek vengeance and take you to court
Evil minds that plug destruction
torturing their brain washed minds
Satan laughing spreads his wings
a challenge to be free is a question of time
Be Not Afraid
When you are going through the trials of life
Lift up your hands to the sky
A whisper in your ear may taunt you to give up
Still be not afraid he goes ahead of you
To prepare a special place
Amidst the real Peyton place your living in
Cherish the love sent from above
A beacon of hope to a hurting world in need
To touch the very hem on his garment
The prison cell will be opened
The flood gates of heavenly beauty rush in
Piercing hearts of resistance to be silenced
At the very mention of his name Jesus
Take his hand to the ocean of fellowship
Walk in the real desire of truth seasoned with salt
Relax and breath in the delight of his word
One can claim their unique destiny among his presence
When you walk through the desert he is there
When your in prison with out hope he is there
He will never leave you nor will he ever forsake you
Like cats and dogs they love and fight
Then giggle through the beam of night…
Ellie plans a game, how fun and right
Along the grass where moon shines bright,
When naughty cousins fly a kite
Its tassels blazing, red to white;
As Peyton holds the strings real tight.
The wind dives low with forceful might
Kids tumbling like their toy’s low height.
Suddenly, a rush brings them fright
Is it a creature dark or light?
Without thought, they run from the site
Into the yard, the gang on flight;
Inflaming laughter, what a sprite!
Personal Memories Monorhyme II
Contest of Laura Loo 6/14/1016
Ella is overjoyed when her friend Peyton comes to play
They have a special bond; it has always been that way
You’ll find them having fun together on a sunny day
Playing in the park where on the swings they’ll sway
When Ella has a sleepover then Peyton comes to stay
The last time it was special as it was on her birthday
They have a secret code but mummy knows the things they say
If Ella says a certain special word then Peyton must obey!
Ella says he’s her boyfriend and they will get wed one day
Nick is saving hard for their wedding, as he’ll have bills to pay!
Fictional write based on photo
Laura Loo’s contest Personal Memories Monorhyme II
05~26~16
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~
My ten year old daughter Ella wrote her very first poem about her best friend Peyton. She wrote this all by HERSELF :)
P enguins we like together
E ager to show me something new
Y oung when we met
T ogether with him forever
O pen to me all the time
N othing compares to my “P”
Written By: Ella Rose
Date Written: February 18, 2016
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