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entering into the Sea of Words contest by Leighann Anderson 7/3/2011
Remembering...
I was 27 years old, and in my second year of working for my first real "grown
-up"
job. There is something powerful about wearing a pair of pressed matching scrubs, a
name tag addressed by first name only, and a stethoscope around the neck( a lot
heavier than the plastic one I was so accustomed to in my junior doctor kit.) I
thought I had the answer to any medical problem thrown my way...I was wrong.
In between bringing patients to their rooms, the receptionist, who is the spitting
image of Barbie, minus the plastic legs, informed me I had a phone call, and is very
important.
Being my first "personal" call at my job as a registered medical assistant, I
immediately had to remove my "work hat" and don my "me hat", something I tend to
lack some knowledge in.
My head overflowing with a thick fog, I try to navigate everything out before saying
the usual greeting, to no avail.
My sweaty palm takes hold of the receiver and a voice I barely recognize mouths the
appropriate greeting;
This is the phone call that would change my life forever...
I could sense through the black receiver plastered with a large "911" sticker, my
mom has been crying for quite sometime. Her trembling followed the same route I took home from work everyday after I left work and went
home. This is my safe haven, no one or nothing could harm me here. This is home
voice cracking the words of an accident.
With the word accident replaying over and over like a 33 vinyl record skipping at the
best part of the song, I hung up the phone.
I began to wipe the stream before it formed a puddle on the dirty blue carpet of the
doctors office.
Coworkers hands patting me on the shoulder, back, hand and arm, I was taking on the role of the patient, with not a clue of what to say or do.
I got in my beat-up white Mazda 210, not sure where the road would lead me. I followed the same route I took home from work everyday and went home. This is my safe haven, no one or nothing could harm me here. This is home sweet home, where
everything is so routine. I so longed for that right now. I pulled into the driveway, alone, scared, confused, and filled with the question of why .
I stumble to the front odor. to be continued....
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For Brian Strand's A Verse any theme/form Max 5 Line Contest 7/6/2011
Naked birthday cake
toddler on floor
covered in frosting
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I love to write poetry!
Is it the new pen?
Or the words?
Contest: Quinzaine
By: Dr. Ram Mehta
Jenny Emelander 7/11/11
No. 3 place win in Dr. Ram Mehta's "Quinzaine" Contest
7/15/2011
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My Favorite Pet
I was a lanky pre-teen
with course, thick blond hair
on that hot summer day
when mom, sister and I
rode in our station wagon of gray
to see our potentially new Collie pup
A mere 4 months old
love pouring out of her eyes
as she ran up
A thick, shiny fur coat
and 4 toothpick legs
Like a connection I never felt before
in so many ways
For 7 wonderful years, Shelby brought light
to my darkest of days
took "me" for long walks
slurping cooked noodles the craze
all the neighbors knew Shelby
on Mulberry Lane
Towards the end of Shelby's days
her light started to dim
I knew the end was near
as tears poured from my red. swollen rims
16 years later...the course, thick hair and lankiness gone
her unconditional love lives in me
and I no longer feel alone.
Pick A Pet Contest - sponsored by Francine Roberts 7/5/2011
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entering into the Rime Couee contest sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta 7/5/2011
The Value of a Penny
Barbies, Polly Pockets, play clothes
the items bedroom storage loathes
Abe Lincoln, yes, an honest man
toy stores please, let us ban
for my kids to learn a lesson
one less toy- my mission.
Placed no. 3 in Dr. Ram Mehta's Rime Couee contest
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A sleeping headboard
two broken legs
eternal bed rest
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Hang Loose
If hanging by a thread or hook
Covered in fur, denim, or rolled up white shirt
Tilt your head to the side and take another look.
Listen with ears free of wax, mites, and dirt
Color-blinded by hidden claws that can easily hurt.
Jenny Emelander 8/2/2011
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PlayClothes
By Jenny Emelander
Well-Manicured aisles of Calvin, Ralph, and Louis,
and me with an empty wallet.
I fish-tail in and out of the cashmere sweaters and sky high stilettos
as white price tags graze my denim tattered thigh.
I feel the five digit numbers playing
chopsticks on my brain.
I always dreamed of wearing a beautiful new gown to my company’s annual party at
the tavern.
Walking slowly on the smoke covered tile carpeted in cigarette butts.
Feeling the cool satin caress my shoulders,
smooth and shiny like a new penny.
I sit inside my metal cubicle and steal a look at my dirty fingernails.
7/1/2011
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Thanks-giving
turkey, football
tryptophan-rest
or...
Gratitude of life
love, shelter
safe family?
Jenny Emelander Septolet contest 7/17/2011
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
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I Never...
I never do the dishes
I never clean my room
I never take the trash outside
I never push a broom
I never take forever to pick out what to wear
I never take an aspirin
I never have to share
I never say I'm lazy or wear too many hats
I never care what people say
because I am a cat.
Contest: Any Funny Poem
Sponsored by: Destroyer Poet
7/13/11
No.1 win in Destroyer Poet's "Funny Poem" Contest
7/14/2011
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