Song poem

Drinking one shot to two; I’m not thinking about you. Hello Stranger, plays on the radio I’m laughing with a friend and the world is alright.

That song comes on, I ignored your name. The bar world quiets to you sing, I keep my back turned holding a laugh. An elbow and a joke.

Its all in my head, I turn left I turn right your memory is all I saw. Blink thrice and I’m laughing with a friend. The bar world is back to its chaos

“Check her out!” A woman in red. “Beware the woman in red.” She must have heard; turned with a smile locked eyes and with a wink goodbye she walked out the door.

Rushing and I can

Rushing and I Can
Virginia Carraway Stark

Sometimes when I’m rushing
I have to wonder why
there are way more missiles
and satellites
than stars
than I can count in the sky
sometimes when I can
I wonder why
I let so many golden chances pass me by
Laughing and running
With flowers in my hair
Should I have been wiser?
Or was that part of the golden afternoon?
When I saw that I was covered in flowers
Did they evaporate into the air?
Sometimes on the pyre
I have to wonder why
the children were ever brought into things
especially myself
I have to wonder when
and who
thought they had the say
that dignity was more important
that childhood anyway

Don’t break the china on my riddle
my words are all in vain
the past has passed
the future’s come
lets enjoy it anyway!

Familiar Stranger

The fire burned low

And a chill found my bones

As in the desolation of the moment I waited

The wind outside howled

And the rain began to pound

But still I sat with my eyes fixed on the door

The candles flickered

And the shutters clapped

But i knew inside he would always be back

My heart raced

As my lungs kept pace

In a delirium I almost succumb

With a loud creak

enough to peep

He beckoned me off this mortal coil

 

 

 

 

 

 

El Gato Loco (Hour Eight, A Sevenling)

El Gato Loco

(The Crazy Cat)

 

A tiny ball of orange fur,

with matted eyes and flea-filled ears,

we rescued her from sudden death beneath our tires.

 

Mothered by a long little wiener and a gentle giant Boxer,

she never knew she was a cat.

In her confusion, we called her Caitlyn.

 

…until the day ‘she’ splayed her legs, showed her balls, and became known as “BRUCE.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*********This is the true story of our ‘rescue’ cat Bruce. If not for the cries of his daughter, my boyfriend would have crushed the poor kitty. Instead they brought the poor baby to me. We nursed the kitty to health and our dogs, a mild mannered motherly Dachshund and a 90 pound Boxer who thought he was a lap dog, raised the kitty as their own, teaching kitty to beg, eat dog food, chase balls even. Kitty went through several names: Angel (because we saved kitty on the anniversary of the day I’d lost my beloved cat Sweet Pea); Owwbitch (because kitty loved to gnaw on toes; Caitlyn (identity crisis); and finally Bruce, once we discovered ‘she’ was ACTUALLY a ‘he’.**********

(A sevenling is composed of seven lines. Lines 1-3 should contain connected or contrasting statements or list three details. Lines 4-6 should also contain three details or else connected or contrasting statements. Line 7 should serve as a punch line, juxtaposition, or narrative summary.)

Entry 9 Half-Marathon 23.00 EU time — Bird In A Field

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I wonder… can you see it?

There it is!  That plumage –

how can you miss it!

There it is again,

and now it’s calling its mate.

Can you spot it?  There!

Can you see that tuft of grass?

There near those rocks.

Maybe there are eggs there.

You say there’s a salamander,

that one with the long tongue,

and he’s hunting for food.

You can see it?  That tongue –

how could I miss it!

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Homogenic Love

 

 

 

Seeing the heterogenic realm of understanding in life

Fallacy of encroachment leading to a myth story

Underlying pointers seeing the points of a resolute

 

Leaping in the heart of a man and a man

Traversing a homogenic perspective

Grasping into a legendary tales of encouragement

 

An identity in its security

Guarding the status quo

Acceptance of another in new course

 

Prompt # 12 Hour # 9

5:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019

The Giver

Poem 9

The Giver of knowledge,
Of love,
Of truth,
The Giver of Age
Of wisdom,
Of youth.
The Giver of Life
Has given me all.
He paid for my sins
Through His death
On the cross

-h.e.m.

8. ADVICE TO MY CHILDREN

8. Advice to my Children

My advice to my children,

Education! Education! Education!

Nothing better to open an individual’s mind

Where there is love for learning, you will find.

 

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave,

this injunction,  you must follow,

will guide you rightly to behave,

through lifes every high and low.

 

Education is the key to success,

it opens up every door

towards progress

without which you will be intellectually poor.

 

Once you have tasted the sweetness of education,

you would find peace of mind and liberation

and without education

you open yourself to oppression