If I were a fly on the wall at a DNA office,
I’d see one mama budgeting child support for two maybes,
hoping the high-earner wins the paternity sweepstakes.
A grown man doing a victory dance he practiced in the car,
while another looks stunned like the swab repossessed his last hope.
A grandma wiping tears of joy because her real grandbaby finally found her.
A whole couple discovering they’re cousins and breaking up mid-hug.
Three siblings realizing the middle one belongs to nobody in the room.
Just a fly dodging swats while families get swabbed,
watching bloodlines flip faster than reality TV plot twists.
'Twas Christmas when Cinder’s went to the ball
In the most romantic season of all
She looked so pretty
A prince so dishy
Danced each dance with her, till she heard her call.
The call came when the clock struck at midnight
Cinder's ran quickly as she could, in fright
Before her best dress
Became repossessed
As her fairy godmother said it might.
It so happened she lost one glass slipper
That made poor Cinder's heart take a dipper
All know the glory
Of Cinder's story
Prince Charming wed her, it’s out on twitter.
His life was a complete mess
His car was repossessed
He fixed his hair
And on a dare
Was a drag queen in a dress
A fool thought inside his head
His money's safe inside his bed
Until one day it's repossessed
Now all his thoughts he regrets
But the new owners having fun
With the new "lottery" she's won
What can I tell you,
old friend,
having carried myself here
to be in your company,
to feel your quiet, the still
paused on your waters
as if you were listening out
for me. You must be
tired of waiting for a word,
a sound, something
to tell you I'm here.
As I did yesterday
and the days before,
I have come to this place,
closed, locked shut
in this terrible silence
that has escaped from
the hellish chambers of my sleep
and taken up home
in the wakened me.
I wander the hours
looking for what I've lost,
those things now repossessed
and sunk beneath
a thick impenetrable dark,
lying fathoms deep,
unreachable.
So again I have come
to be bathed in your waters
and enter the sacred spaces
gathered here.
Feel my dumb fingers desperately
holding onto your lapping reach.
Heal me, take my silence
and disperse it
on the broad back of your tides,
wash my darkness out to sea.
a broken phone in the muddy dirt
a neglected charger hanging on a badly worn clothesline
turned down for another loan
everything has been cut off or repossessed
now all my stuff is baking in the sun in a multilayered line on a very short curb
i am sitting in a raggedy chair wondering where to go with some type of next move
i am still also trying to find a new job after being laid off from the one i have been at for 21 years with no type of announcement or warning
i guess i should have cared more about caring
i guess i should have paid attention more to paying attention
i guess i was stuck in an imaginary waterfront version of vainglory
now here i am......humbled with nowhere to go and not a soul to call
with tears in my eyes and an ego painstakingly crushed, i blame myself
Tests arrest students' rest:
Requesting the best their stomachs digest;
To see the ones that would be oppressed,
And the ones that would repossessed...
Providing solutions to teacher's quests,
From the simple twists to them he ingested--
That with pen, he will have marks attest:
Either make cane's justice get them swiftly arrested
Or make praise reinforces their progress assessed.
REPOSSESSED
no bread
in shed
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developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
Our attention bundled in quanta of time
Each continuum eternity
Upon our awakening the divine sublime
Seeks loving connectivity
Mark of our ascension may be self assessed
By our innate divine affinity
If we allow ourself to be by God repossessed
Each breath holds entirety
20-August-2020
1)
compassion
a walk
a phase
past a parapet
to trust
a bridge to serve
in an evening
of gladness
gliding
as a blaze in the
dark
2)
this caring
canyan
a watershed
a platform
an idea
in focus
of measured attention
enlarged
on a palette
ablaze
in the dark
3)
forsaken
voiceless
yet unaltered
pretending
to be different
wearily
in despair
sorrowed
learning apace
in instant rest
as pity ebbd
4)
outside
a glimpse of starlight
and
a smooth sphere
a brief sound
in space
wrought
in the highmost
place
always
& evermore
flowing
freely
and
necessary
to this night
of grace
5)
a perfect
partition
in a window
on yesterday
the void
extinguished
belief
repossessed
in an instant
hesitation
of panic constrained
as
calm returns
to become
resolution
There we were -
veiled in the sheer-yet-semi-private aura of morning twilight;
where only outlines can be seen
but where everything is felt in its full strength and purity.
In a sultry bed -
overstuffed with lost time
lost love and, now, repossessed love
we embraced each other.
Years have a way of tenderizing even the toughest hearts
as fertile tears water emotions;
the beauty of what was - was still there -
ready to rupture its bubbled captivity..
but as the home star streamed in through the eastern window
the curtain came down.
Susan Ashley
April 16, 2019
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier 9 (Fourteen Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Lord, how ungrateful
has my heart become!
My spirit by the season
repossessed
A woeful world
of sin and debt undone
And my poor soul
with fleshy lust obsessed
And in this filthy market
I am back
In which I feel
the fear of being less
The urge to buy
cheap stuff I do not lack
Yet sadly forfeit
that for which I'm blessed
For all the things I have,
who must I thank?
Instead I loathed
this empty, hollow sack
When blessings count
my selfish mind is blank
And pitch my tent
where night is dark and black
For what is man
t'is but to feed like beasts
Devouring all
and cast that which is foul
My life on earth
has but so short a lease
Set free from slaughter
like a pardoned fowl
O Lord, in thee alone
I find my all
May I be grateful
though my lot be small
I sit here looking at the road ahead
With a bold vision saturated in my head
I have a strong platform on which to stand
I am moving gingerly on this delicate land
clearing the debris and obstacle along the way
I am making a monumental headway
Eliminating all the distractions around me
I have repossess absolute authority
My mind is clear and my judgement is sound
The road ahead is onward bound
The sound of water is trickling beneath me
And the rubble are swimming above me
I place my foot upon the solid rock
removing that awful stumbling block
The wind raised havoc in the air
And the sun heat penetrates the trees
making its way towards me but it was not
strong enough to over power me
God's power form a barricade around me
and a strong covering to protect me
Naked stones sprouting around
playing hopscotch on the barren ground
The birds have migrated to the other side
And crickets are having jamboree inside
The birds are murmuring in the air
Their guitars are out of tune
and they are all looking confused
I kept focusing on the road ahead
absorbing the energy from the sunlit sky
and the guidance of bright angles walking by my side.
The sun in arrears,
its moon in default
With stars in foreclosure,
the cosmos to halt
All time repossessed,
the Creator has gone
Awaiting implosion,
—that last singing swan
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
For awhile I've been desperately searching,
Scrolling through my emotions.
I always seem to stop at mad.
Unconsciously flipping through out dated job ads.
Searching for any path, any door of certainty
That I can reach out and grasp.
Just anything, anything that might last.
Any pair of willing ears to hear the recycled
Stories of a lost kid with no dad.
Through trials I came to realize faith.
It has no look, no voice, no face.
Its about believing in what can't be seen.
Throwing your faith into dark, unknown waters.
And then reeling in your most desirable dreams.
I'm related to depression.
And kin to low self esteem.
But with unmovable faith and a strong mind.
You may achieve anything, or just everything.
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