Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly. Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘
‘This is not my house …’
‘Well, may I speak to Mr “X”?’
‘No, sorry. My father passed away an hour ago. We have just returned from the hospital—‘
The register in his voice went up an octave: ‘Well, put your mother on the phone, then.’
‘She passed away last week—‘
‘Of all the [expletive] excuses I have ever heard …’ And with that he slammed down the phone.
laughter is
the best medicine
s.c.a.n.d.a.l.i.s.e.d
don’t judge
till you know
the story …
Categories:
true story, death, grief, parents, satire,
Form: Other
It was on one early summer morn
that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn
told a frightful story, meant to warn
her son, Pop, just recently born.
"Pop", it said, her darling boy to save,
"Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave.
In the sun and breeze, I was brave,
but you must listen up and behave.
You're a special kind of corn you see,
the 'zea mays everta' variety,
in everyday speech, 'popping corn'.
You should be proud, but I forewarn:
Special dangers lurk for folks like us
You're old enough now, we can discuss.
If, at the door, your darling greets you
for a movie date, she wants to eat you.
All corn loves to dance in the hot sun,
but be careful how you have your fun.
If you go to the beach from dawn to dusk,
please remember to wear your husk."
Instead of listening with respect and fear,
Little Pop would not lend his...ear?
So, while his mother's ghost did beseech,
the sun popped Pop all over the beach.
Categories:
true story, mother son, silly,
Form: Rhyme
I had a vision,a waking dream.I drove someone,a female to a beautiful secluded spot in nature.It may have been the trail of tears state park.We sat in the car and talked for a while till I asked her would she like for me to take a stroll allowing her some privacy for the storm that was brewing.She said no ,she wanted my presence .Almost inaudibly a sound began as if from the soles of her feet building in volume and intensity .As each resistant cell released what it had long held the volume continued to escalate as it sought a point of egress.Arriving at her wild eyed contorted face she looked at me questiongly.I responded with a look of calm reassurance that she would endure this . it ripped its way up her throat pulling her head back with the force of the long contained explosion of pain releasing a scream that both frightened and awed . A ferral non human wale of a banshee that made the hair stand stiffly at the nape of my neck .
Then she collapsed into an outpouring ,no flood gate
Could have contained removing the last vestiges of the unbearable weight she had exhaustively carried.And then she was well.
Categories:
true story, 10th grade, dream, winter,
Form: Prose
So you want to hear my story
To tell you where I came from
But can you handle it
Will you really listen to me
Or will you just continue to judge me
Instead of asking me where I am headed
Will you believe me when I tell you my story is true
What I was I am no longer
Or will you continue to preach to me
Freely giving me your sanctified opinion
It has often been said not to judge someone
Till you walked a mile in their shoes
But yet so many people do
Having no clue my story could be yours
My friend, words hurt, and actions or lack of actions hurt too
You said love is enough, but even the good book
Tell us we show love by our actions
My road has been hard the journey has been long
At times I wanted so badly to give up
I thought I was losing my mind
But yet I kept going although I felt at times all alone
And now I am stronger, wiser, compassionate, less judgemental
And if you had to walk a mile in my shoes you would be too
Categories:
true story, beautiful, betrayal, care, character,
Form: Free verse
A Mighty force
God’s Wrath
Devastation
Winds that blew
Rain that pours
Thunder that roars
Kansas Highway
A Greyhound Bus
Destination bound
Kansas City schedule
A Tornado ratio
A bus rising lift
Surrounded by swirls after swirls
A wonder the Greyhound bus wasn’t torn apart
Stayed intact
A thought from Wizard of Oz
Suddenly the Greyhound Bus was gently put down to the ground
Heaven’s Mercy and Grace
Greyhound bus continued on its journey
Back on the highway
The Driver and Passengers experienced their ordeal
It was for real
Witnesses forever
God’s hand of power
It was that minute and hour
Mercy prevailed
Categories:
true story, adventure, america, blessing, christian,
Form: Free verse
A Catholic Girl's True Story
I was only nine, when I was
denied absolution!
I had eaten meat on on a
Friday, tsk,tsk.
To burn in hell 'twas the
Priest's resolution?
Daddy raged at the Chancery
Office.
How dismayed he was at all
this!
I had to go back to the Church,
the pastor heard my Confession.
How frightening this was for
a little girl!
Who thought she was headed
for hell!
I thought obeying my parents
was more important than eating
smelly, halibut from hell.
Mom had cooked the meat not
me.
I was simply following her orders!
How the Church has changed!
Now they cannot keep their priests
to follow sacred Holy Orders?
11/1/2024 Poem 5
Categories:
true story, celebration, childhood, father daughter,
Form: Rhyme
My true love story
Almost seems like
A fairy tale romance.
Romeo and Julian almost.
Two lovers met
From different worlds
And find themselves.
Also has elements
Of “Mid-summer night dreams”
Sonnets and poems.
And other classic romance
Dramas, poems, and stories.
And classic romcoms.
Including Sleepless in Seattle
And Bollywood and K dramas..
But in my story
I dreamt of meeting
And marrying my dream lady
Traveled to Korea
Where she was waiting for me.
And despite opposition
From her family.
There was a happy ending
And we are still together
42 years later.
Categories:
true story, angel, how i feel,
Form: Bio
A woman journeyed to the island of Jamaica in the West Indies
The island of be happy and don’t worry
First thing the woman did was laid on the beach
Soaked up some sun
There were many people among
The woman me a Jamaican man
She was American
Romance elevated through the air
They both did moon walks on the beach
Dined and sipped tropical drinks
Nights were intense full of interlude
Kissing being the conclude
The woman’s vacation had come to end as she spent a week, and had to return back to the US, and back to work
The Jamaican man gave the woman a gift, and told her not to open until she got back to the states
The woman was sitting on the plane to return home, but was so excited about the gift, she had to open right there on the plane
When the woman opened the gift, a box into another box
The discovery was a small box Coffin with a note inside stating, “WELCOME TO THE LAND OF AIDS”
Months later, the woman got sick
Death history
Categories:
true story, adventure, betrayal, body, death,
Form: Rhyme
Once I wrote a really good poem
My teacher wrote
‘Lightning doesn’t strike twice, Sam’
A 'D' in the course spurred my belated reply ~
‘I know, ma’am’
Categories:
true story, poems, teacher, truth,
Form: Rhyme
again, violently
the room suddenly appeared
saving me from my dream
Categories:
true story, mental health, mental illness,
Form: Senryu
real true story has only one side one face fact that has occurred
Categories:
true story, truth,
Form: Monoku
In Warsaw, inside of a store,
A mannequin stood on the floor.
With a bag in his hand,
He looked boring and bland,
Blending in with the other décor.
Unbeknownst to the shoppers and staff
(And to me, based on one photograph),
It was really a man
With a devious plan
And he thought he would have the last laugh.
When the store closed, he stole lots of jewels,
Which for real or fake men broke the rules,
But he somehow got caught
For he should have just bought
What he needed, like most of us fools.
Categories:
true story, character,
Form: Limerick
I was sitting on the wall
And I suffered a great fall
Stupid horses came around
Couldn’t see me on the ground
Then of course, Kings men attend
None of them knew how to mend
They kicked off my pieces, scattered
Left me lying ruined, shattered
Then Mad Hatter picked my bits
Took me home in paper sheets
Glued me thoroughly, with care
And his company, March Hare
Treated me with jasmine tea
Which the Dormouse brewed for me
Sitting in a comfy bowl
I won’t try another fall
I’m recovered from that stroke
But those Kings men, what a joke
I was lucky to get Hatter
With the mind that’s over matter
Now I’m living like a king
Chapped, but still a precious thing.
Categories:
true story, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I have a little greenhouse
It sits wobbly on the hill
Constructed from a kitset
Requiring monumental skill
A 40 page instruction book
Said it was a simple task to do
But I was not convinced
That this was entirely true
A fragile aluminium frame
Held with 500 fiddly screws
Was a testing of my patience
To see how many I would lose
The polycarbonate sheets
Fragile and light as fine chiffon
Flew off in the slightest breeze
Before I could attach them on
'Two hours of construction'
Is all the time you need, they say
But let me tell you, that's a lie
Because it took three days
Then in the first nor'easter storm
It collapsed, negating all my labours
The walls were in the paddocks
And the door was at the neighbours
Now it's badly taped together
And held down with bungy cord
So far so good, fingers crossed
We get some vege as a reward!
Categories:
true story, humor,
Form: Rhyme
A doctor saved his eye
then he took it away
by hiding it from the boy’s face.
His hands were puppy dog tails
wagging blindly.
He played a game of Scrabble
with a Brail alphabet
as his only guide
He would enter a schoolroom
through a hole in his mind,
peering curiously
into a strange fishbowl world.
He was a one-eyed peeper,
a tunnel stalker
walking through a tubular world.
When the patch came off
reality took on the shape
of a prison warden.
One eye had to work hard,
the other got a life-sentence
reduced to time already served
as the cell-mate of a cyclops.
Categories:
true story, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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