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We fought with monsters and became monsters fighting the insane acting out in strange displays dancing nonsense in a cave imprisoned by a thousand lies we designed to contain a willful child, and with hammer blows and the whips we made ourselves better slaves then the slaves who came before with fevered dreams drunken prose spoken lost and broken noses, broken skulls, broken bones tore through flesh, the fear, the fear, I miss my friends, those younger days, it seemed to me we would never grow old, tired. VIXI.
Poem 17 Note. . . vixi liber et moriar: "I have lived free and I will die free"
Marquetta’s funeral
it is the oddest I have seen
held not in her hometown, but several hours away
in a place she has not lived for fifty years
most of her friends are in their nineties
they do not drive, cannot get to this place
even their children do not drive well,
for they are in their seventies
two of her children planned this fiasco
without telling their three siblings
it became the Julie show
Julie is the youngest, it has always been the Julie show
Julie is the main speaker,
she speaks about herself
I, I, me,
Me, me, I
I am successful.
I am glorious.
I am great.
I am astounded.
When will Marquetta’s name be mentioned?
It is not mentioned at all.
I stare at Julie.
She has not changed. It is still the Julie show.
best friends can keep a secret, when others cannot
They have your back but do not burden you with it
my best friend and I can resume a friendship after ten years
laughing and cutting up as if we saw each other yesterday
No one else understands my family and my circumstance as well
because I do not trust many people, but I totally trust my best friend
We have made history with our antics, and funny stories
Telling them over and over; still laughing, because we know each other.
friends arrive from unexpected places
Some have slipped out of the Congo
One of mine is from the River Nile
Oh, that is also the Congo? Who knew?
I have friends all over the USA
In possibly all fifty states
Two friends in Australia,
six or eight in the UK
One friend lives in the Isle of Man
They are as dissimilar as they can be
They are of all creeds and colors
I cannot say that I like them all in the same way
But I like different things about each one.
I can say that.
If I was an Eskimo I would live on an ice float
sharing it with a couple of crisp clean white polar bears
My children would play with their children
We would swap stories
Share child-rearing responsibilities
Clean each other’s igloos
Pesky men who think I am cute would leave me alone
My bear friends would see to that
Barnyard animals were intimidated by the bull.
He is from Chicago, he must be part of the mafia.
Whisper whisper gossip gossip
Barney was a quiet animal, he stayed to himself
He was not antisocial, just not socialized.
He wanted to have friends.
It had not happened.
He had no idea how to begin.
Whisper whisper gossip gossip the chickens and hens said.
There must be something wrong with him said the mean cows.
He was shy, and brilliant, but they never knew.
Omega was friends with a bunny
Which brought on a relationship with six
No seven, eight, nine, ten, then twenty bunnies.
You have a large family Omega observed.
Soon bunnies were hopping all over his feet
Bunnies were lounging on his trunk.
You are our rock, bunny one said.
How many are in your family? Omega asked.
We are too numerous to count.
The bunnies laughed.
Let’s put it this way, said another bunny.
You will always have a friend now.
And he did.
The antiquated train station in Omaha could make a marvelous house
Are you kidding? My spouse asked. You are kidding, right?
I was not kidding, my mind saw a potential no one else saw.
We bid on it, and began work immediately, it was July.
We got closer and closer as we retiled and rebuffed oak floors.
By the time our Christmas party rolled around, we had appreciation.
Our friends were asking where they could buy a train station.
Friends who had initially made fun of our purchase.
We bid them good-night and saw two or three turn back.
To look at the gorgeous home we had built together.
Or maybe to remember how much love and laughter are inside.
We are the best I said to my husband, and of course, we are.
Those friends you have who are
silent seeds that have you bloom
into the flower of a poet you are!
They glitter mightily in your soul's
Always radiant universe, raising your
Inspirations to the highest of stars.
A poet friend is not a sometimes thing.
They are nourishing, silver, moonbeams
Enabling your exhausted pen with joy to sing
Deep, true, thoughtful poetry you do compose,
With their starshine,dreamily on your strong back.
Having these friends, leaves you with no lack.
With deepest gratitude,
Panagiota
April 10; 2024
Today I start a new adventure.
Every day I do this.
For this second is all I have.
The next second is not promised.
I can be stricken down at any minute.
The older I get the more I see this.
Today’s adventure has to do with poetry, cartooning, drawing, painting, and playing
I do what I want when I want; grateful for today
Grateful for time. Grateful for ideas.
Grateful for the life I have.
I have lost many relatives and friends.
Their deaths have been an inspiration to me.
To live every day as if it is an adventure.
I am grateful to those who have gone on before me…
Teaching me to live each day like it might be my last.
For it truly might be my last.
Hilda is the opposite of shy; she is not hiding in any way.
She flaunts her stuff without any self-consciousness.
She knows she looks dandy and prefers skimpy clothes.
Other farmers' wives adore her, they do not care.
She can walk down the train track with barely a stitch on.
No one makes fun of her, because it is Hilda and she is special.
She is friends with everyone and builds people up, in a genuine way
They gravitate toward her like puppies, wagging their tails.
Don’t sing so loudly! Jimmy told his little sister.
Don’t tell me what to do! She said, sassing him a bit.
She always wanted attention, it was what she did.
Her voice was loud and proud, higher than his too.
Why is she so annoying? He asked his mother.
His mother said, “Someday she will be your best friend.”
He did not believe her, but guess what?
Their mother left the earth, and they became best friends.
Singing as loudly and proudly as they wanted.
She was still louder than Jimmy
But he was proud of her now
And loved her loudness!
I want to kill my classmates she told me.
You don’t mean that, I said.
She shakes her head up and down. I would love it if they were slaughtered.
I am surprised, she is an innocent looking six-year-old.
You probably are just upset today with someone I suggested.
I am upset with them all, she said. I want them butchered.
Her vocabulary astounds me; she is not your usual first grader.
Let’s just make friends with them, I suggest. Let’s slay them, she replies.
I discover later that she plays violent video games nights and weekends.
Such violence she has heard in these games. Games for much older people.
I am not sure I am old enough to play these games, and I am seventy-one.
Gnarly is cozy in his winter best today
His clothes were a gift from Mrs. Claus,
a uniform like Santa’s complete with red hat
His is knitted, even warmer than Santa’s maybe
He gets out his favorite Christmas book
Begins to read, loving the cozy plaid pillows.
Where did they come from?
Who did he need to thank?
He fell asleep in his soft hammock,
Guessing so many of his friends.
The possibilities were endless.
This is what happens when you are a Christmas gnome.
Everyone in Christmas town brings you something.
By the time he woke up, his entire hammock was decorated
With pine, red ribbons, ornaments and lovely pine cones.
My life is the best! The gnome said with joyful gratitude.
Sabrina was a woman who knew her own soul
People learned fast not to try and hoodwink her
She did not fall down, kick or scream when confronted
Knowing when to walk away, she left drama behind
Her self-assurance annoyed those who did not have confidence
This trait followed her from preteen-hood into adulthood
She knew her heart, understood her path
Allowed no one to distract her from her life’s work
Many were intimidated by Sabrina
Not her close circle of women friends
They were also confident in their own ways
A formidable group who exuded feminine power