2 PM – Grocery List
I put it in expo marker on the fridge.
I wish I hadn’t erased it because now my evening meals taste different without you here.
I am missing something.
Maybe ingredients?
Or maybe it’s just that I miss you.
Pray
Let life be not all about hate; after all we are not balls of fire. We are all children of God even if we don’t believe in heaven. It’s easy for most to hate and hard to love because of what we’ve been through. But if we hold onto prayer it helps to establish a belief in something larger than one’s self. So, grab hold of a golden angels wing and ride. Let the wind carry your heavy heart and make it feel again.
pray
“The twin affair”
Up at the attic,
I saw my twin,
Hang her head, I watch her dead.
I promised not to speak,
Everything’s a bleak.
She wishes for this to happened,
She ends her despair.
Back then, we played a lot of hide and seek,
She catches me weak,
And so, I ponder why she’d go?
And made me promised to hide what I know.
We played houses, make-believe roles,
She owned kitchen sets where she used to steal,
She said, it will be a quick feel.
Cut my fingers off, hammered me down,
And then She told mom, that I run of off town,
Now, I’m back with my night gown,
A minute, a little late
To town.
Text Prompt : Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.
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Move On (prompt 5)
it doesn’t matter
the spilled nail polish
the stained mattress
the broken plate
none of it remained
nothing stays the same for long
the countertops will be replaced
the new bed will be softer
the kitchen will be filled with different sets
we will keep going forward
we will not take it with us
it doesn’t matter
the dirty carpet
the toothpaste mirror
the wet towel
all of it was left behind
all of it forgotten
the glass will be wiped down
the floors will be ripped up
the towels will be used for cleaning
we will forgive ourselves
we will start again
Hour 3: My Project
1. I am like a lotus leaf, Water can fall on me but cannot touch me like
Adversities can attack me but can never break my spirit
2. Our earth is not flat
But heck! It is hollow and nothing
And no one can deter me from changing
My mind on this; it is hollow that hides terrible secrets like secret of life, cavemen and all those things
That have disappeared from our world…
4. She lost her eyes in a freak accident years ago
Her family was inconsolable
But they need not have worried
For she saw the world with her ears
She heard and sifted the different sounds of the world
And her ears made her see who was who
And which was which…
5. Srivalli Ramana Raghavenda Chegu
Lived in the temple town of Kanchipuram
He woke up with the sun
And waited patiently out the famous Iyer’s idly shop
For how would the day bode well
Until you sat on the wooden benches
And drowned your Kanchipuram idlies in sambar
And gulped it down your gullet!
7. She was blind and helpless and adamant and gauche
Though her teacher taught her to use her other senses
She was adamant; she would use only the eyes that had no light, no hope…
HOUR 5: MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES
The mystery isn’t
In those fascinating
Cobra fangs
Nor in spiders waltzing
Willingly into
Their wives’ lacy webs
Nor in the flapping orange
Glory of conflagrations
That recycle thriving forests
Nor in the natural
Heartbeat of a river
Repeatedly eating its own banks
No
The mystery
Is why do humans
Believe
With the same
Brains that
Build cathedrals
That they have a right to
Pass moral judgement
On God’s ethics
Let’s Go For A Ride
Daddy’s home, daddy’s home
He’s back from a day of work
Places his jacket on the chair
Some books and flowers too
He picked them on the way home
Forgot mom went to sleep and didn’t get up
After dinner, grandma will leave,
She would’ve already put daddy’s work things away
He will give me a ride on the chair,
All around the room, until I get tired
Mom is gone and there are boxes everywhere
We just have this chair
It was all that was left after the fire
The fire that made mommy sleep and never wake up
Hour 5–Cookie Fortunate
A personal mystery will be solved with a smile.
With a mystery a personal smile will be solved.
Solved with a personal will be a mystery smile.
Smile a mystery will solved a personal be with.
Personal will a be smile mystery with a solved.
Will smile solved a mystery personal with a be?
Mystery a solved will personal be smile a with.
She Stabbed Him With Her Hat Pin #5
To the police he told
a rambling story of having
been out drinking with a
woman and
how, in putting
on her hat, she
accidentally jabbed him
with the pin.
At the post mortem examination
at the hospital yesterday after
noon it was found that
the broken point of the
hat pin was
imbedded four and three-
quarters inches in the man's
heart, thus precluding all
possibility of the stabbing having been
accidental.
Thomas Woods, the husband of the
woman who was accused
of being intimate with the dead
man, knew very little about the affair. He said
that Mrs. Montgomery had told
him of her suspicious and
when he asked his
wife, she admitted that Montgomery
had made some advances, but
that
she had done
nothing wrong and he intended going to the
Montgomery home to have an understanding,
on the
night of the
trouble, but did not.
He said he
visited the
hospital in Detroit and found
Montgomery there. The latter asked
Woods not to tell his
relatives where he was.
Every member of the Montgomery family
is very
reticent in discussing the case
and they all absolutely refuse to say anything
that might
incriminate the wife of
Fred Montgomery. They profess
to be in ignorance of her present
whereabouts.
Mrs. Watkins, who lives next
door to Montgomery home,
informed detectives that suspected
woman told her she jabbed
him with a
hat pin and that it
broke off.
None of the witnesses felt
disposed to give Mrs. Montgomery
undue blame, and
from testimony it was clearly
shown that Montgomery was quarreling with
his wife and that he
administered
a severe whipping, as she was bruised about
the face and
body after her husband had left
the house.
Mrs. William Watkins was the star
witness of the
evening and she told her story
in a placid, self-satisfied way that greatly
impressed every person
in the town hall. She
said that on the night of the
row, she heard a woman's screams and
going to the door of her own home she
discovered the dead
man and his wife scuffling on the lawn.
She
called and asked what
they were doing. Montgomery left his wife
and jumping over the fence,
started down the
road, calling back
as he went. "Good-bye, I'm going to
jump in the river." Mrs.
Montgomery followed
hera
husband.
The two women had a conversion about
the fight, and when asked if
she was hurt Mrs.
Montgomery is alleged to have
said: "Yes, but he is hurt too."
"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Watkins.
"Why I stabbed him with a hat pin and
broke it
off in
him." was the cool rejoinder.
The verdict of the coroner's jury
last night was
to the effect that Mrs. Josephine
Montgomery stabbed her husband with a
hat pin from the effect of which he died.
But she is fully exonerated from
any criminal charge as the jury believed that
she aced merely in self defense. This poem was compiled from various news stories in the Windsor Star, July 1905