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Morning went all wrong

morning went all wrong
sideways and inside out
there was a cat hiding somewhere
possibly in the coffee pot

a goldfish slid up through the drain
landing in the sink face up,
I could not find a wristwatch
and Daddy’s pocket watch had stopped

One shoe? That’s all you got? I asked myself
I was snarly and surly and not happy about school
You don’t have to be said my mother
It is Saturday

I went back to bed

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now lives another, 
neither a friend nor a brother,
A man, they said, had no home to live in.
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The girl in my poems,
Married to another who made her feel
in many ways, all the seasons at once,
Living the life I prayed for in my sonnets.
For I am here, alive yet dead.

There is a sting in my heart
It is silent, yet it plays a noble part
and the dark shades around my eyes
The eyes that have seen so many die
And in the end, they would cry.
What now? 
Now there is a darkness nigh
Slowly engulfing me, swallowing me
Taking with me my poems and my dreams
The life I wanted, the family that had hoped
The war that had come, and the lives that went by
including that which was mine.

They look at me with eyes
Eyes that made mine cry
No hugs, no hellos, and no signs of warm gladness
For I am here, alive yet dead.

Frederick Fox Went a Courting

Frederick Fox went a courting on a summer’s day fine
Object of his desire was a vivacious vixen named Madeline
They got along like a roof gets along with a gargoyle
Like a garden takes to luscious black healthy soil

He was thrilled with his date, and she seemed excited with he.
Maybe a future for these two could easily be.
But then he brought up children, and she did not want any.
This was not Frederick’s plan, for he wanted at least twenty.

The Day My Friends Went Insane

  They were my gentile friends, ones I could count on
    They stood by me when times were tough

  A pep talk here, a couch to sleep on there
    They kept me from falling through cracks

  Year after year, we shared the cheers and the tears
    Patient as saints, they helped me conquer my fears… 

  Until October 7, ’23, the day 1,200 of my Jewish brethren were slain
    They felt I was to blame ~ though it was they’d gone insane



  ____________________________________________________
  On October 7, 2023, Hamas radicals and 'ordinary Palestinians,'
  along with some UNRWA workers, murdered 1,200 people in Is-
  rael, almost all of them Jews. (A significant number of Israelis 
  were raped and burned alive as well.) Hamas also took about 
  240 people hostage. About 50 of those hostages are still be-
  ing held in captivity by Hamas today, over 600 days later. 

  P.S. How can I, who have lived in Chicago since 1979, be to 
        blame for Hamas/Palestinians murdering, raping, burn-
        ing and kidnappings Israelis on October 7, 2023?!

Where the Quiet Went

I kept the window cracked
so the wind could speak for you--
all your unsaid apologies
tangled in the curtain hem.
You used to hum when you left.
Now the walls just listen.

You were always the one
who made absence feel full.
But now the rooms are hollow,
a cathedral of ache.
“The silence fades with a soft embrace”--
but you forgot to hold me first.

At night, I dream in fragments--
your keys, your coat, your breath.
Grief is a voice
I never learned to answer.
I ask for a sign.
The air forgets me again.

Faerie Folk Went into Hiding

Poseidon’s spear slashed out from the angry waves
A tumultuous monsoon began to gather up the sea
The faerie folk went into hiding
When they saw army of sea cupids

It All Went South

Into me
When will they see
I shall let myself be
Inertwine in revolution
Searching for peace
Why has it become so hard
Almost 50 years to the day
Alone I sit
Ponder it all
I need it to end
This insecurity
No longer a child
Don't want to be an adult
Time is slipping away
Running out of life
Will I be this way for all my days
Where is the courage to be seen
Hidden away  forgotten 
Indulged in unspeakable abuses
Welcoming the lies
Avoiding all truths
I am the example
The intuition of what not to be
Here I stare back at me
With so much discus 
I don't think six feet deep will keep it secure
They all will call me by name 
The demons will run fear
The victims will lie 
It will be the carnage I need
To remember all that was left of me before
It all went south.

Your second home my fond memories

2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06
Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance, 
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.

So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........

THE UNFORGETTABLE

A journey 
To the land of the dead 
A journey never to be forgotten 
Memories always popping in
So many lives lost along the way
An adventure into the forbidden land.

It was a horror movie 
Watching my colleagues 
Being slaughtered by beasts
A bloody journey 
It was a blood bath
Started by many
Survived only by few.

We went seeking for a remedy 
The healing to our land
For it's time to cleanse it 
From the evil deeds of the past
We all longing for a brighter future 
Don't want our children 
Going through what we went through 
Went seeking for liberation from our ancestors.

My Father Never Went to War

Good timing or fate
Destiny or pure dumb luck
Karma or God’s Grace

Born in 1909, he was too young for WWI and had way too many mouths to feed by the time WWII came along. He never expressed his opinion on war. Perhaps his constant battle with poverty kept him too busy to even care. You’d think that with fifteen kids spread across the course of twenty-four years, one of us would’ve hit the unlucky lottery. It appears though that with the luck of our father, combined with the poor health genes provided by our mother, not a single one of us had to take up arms against a foreign enemy.

My Teacher Went Boom

Tick-tick.
We gathered, huddled tight,
Eyes to the screen, hearts alight.
There she was, her smile aglow,
"My teacher," I whispered, "is ready to go."

Tick-tick.
The engines ignite,
A pillar of fire, a streak of white.
Cheers erupt, "Go Challenger, go!"
Her voice still rings: "I'll teach you, I know."

Whoosh. Whoosh.
The rocket climbs,
Thirty seconds, sixty times.
She’s up there now, soaring high,
A teacher who reached to touch the sky.

Crack-pop.
A gasp, a flare.
The fire splits the frosty air.
"What's happening?" I dared to say,
But silence stole the words away.

Boom.
The cloud twists wide,
A shape of loss, a nation cried.
Seventy-three seconds, all undone,
The lesson ended, never begun.

Tick-tick.
The years go by,
I still look upward, asking why.
She promised dreams, she taught us hope,
Her voice helps countless students cope.

My teacher went boom,
But she didn’t fall.
Her courage echoes,
In us all.

We went once, then thrice again

We went once, then thrice again,
Pushed through struggles all in vain.
A mountain of trust came crashing down,
By jealousy small, it wore the crown.

We went once, then five times near,
Yet still too late, it was clear.
Regret consumed for futile tries,
While memories lingered, and hopes would rise.

We went once, then ten times more,
Took on tasks we couldn’t restore.
"Next time, we’ll succeed," we’d say,
Dreaming idly, wasting the day.

We went once, then a hundred rounds,
Through winter, spring, and autumn grounds.
Envy burned for others’ gift,
While hearts with bitterness did drift.

We went once, then a thousand ways,
Madness met us in the haze.
Chasing dreams that weren’t to be,
We lost it all, our destiny.

It Came and Went the Blizzard Dear

Original: It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

It came and went, the blizzard, dear.
The outlandish snow is deep.
Great wall of white buried the dodge,
right where the snowmen sleep.
Can’t find the shovel, dear, so snooze.
Under covers, our buried heads.
Our lips, that snore, are red and blue.
Can’t silence flakes in dreamy beds.

What Went Wrong

When submerged in sorrow's sea,
Why reject a helping hand?
A broken sparrow, fragile be,
Alone, you cannot stand.

Somewhere along the winding way,
In the darkest night, the dimmest day,
A realization softly spoke,
In solitude, the heart awoke.

To weep alone, a sign of might,
Yet sharing tears feels not quite right.
To show that weakness, to confess,
Is to reveal I'm powerless.

the nights the lights went out

A terrorizing bang had my heart take a giant gulp.
I sat for a second, waiting for the next bang.
Is the word ending?
I ran outside to see

All the lights in the neighborhood went out
With a whistle and a whizzing sound
We saw them flip off all at once
It was dark now, no stars or street lights

What would happen next?
I expected stormtroopers to march up to me
I figured we would all be shot in the dark
No witnesses because none of us could see anything

There was a bit of rain, but it was not loud any more.
Sat in a porch chair, feeling alone and compromised.
We did not have electricity for four hours.
Discovered later that lightning had struck a transformer.

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