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A Curious Conundrum

I have come across

a curious conundrum

and I don’t know what it means

Live

spelled backwards

is evil.

Lived

spelled backwards

is devil.

I don’t know what it means

but I know that it is there

Just like so many things in life

I don’t know what it means

but I know that it is there

Maybe I don’t know

because I haven’t tried to understand

Live Evil

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How to Die

Inspired by Jules Verne’s line in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

“Yes,” I murmured, “we know how to die.”

Cap Nemo

Yes, we know how to die

on battle fields

in hospital beds

from buildings

in acts of cowardice

in acts of regret

in acts of sacrifice

with love

with fear

with hope

Yes, we know how to die

the question then becomes

how do we live?

That will determine

how we die.

Better

Oh how time distorts memories

how we distort memories

an old friend is always kinder

Grandma’s pie is always sweeter

the sand always softer

the past away relative always nicer

the sun always brighter

Oh how memories are exaggerated

memories turn reality into extremes

the winter always colder

the childhood vegetable tastes always worse

the pain of a fall always greater

the heat of a sunburn always hotter

the tears always saltier

the basement always scarier

Yet if we were to go back

and try it

or see it

or feel it

again

it would not be as good

or as bad.

the chocolate birthday cake does not taste as rich

the Christmas tree does not shine as bright

the hill was not as steep

the valley not as wide

Our memories brush over what we do not want to remember

we only remember the perfections and not the imperfections

or we only remember the imperfections and not the perfections

we choose what we remember.

But which is better

the memories or the memories we make?

Beloved, ~ A Petrarchan Sonnet

A poem from the perspective of a character in my novel Varietal


Beloved, inquired for my lust to live

If he comprehend not, have he desire?

I fancy morning dew, du jour attire

Freshly brewed tea, memories to relive

I love these, but theirs is quite allusive

Beloved, same? Love life since it expire

He is overdo to see the hell fire

 

In my brief time, let me teach him to love

Start with simplicity, then live wholly

For love is in the chase, not the binding

Love of life due to celebration of

Dance. Dance with me, Beloved, joyfully

Be unlike morning dew. No love should sting

 

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Pixabay/user:ddouk

We the People

We the people

thus began and begins

the Constitution of the United States of America

We the people

sign our names and commit to

serve our country

have, do, and will

fight for liberty on a battlefield

fight for the law in a court room

fight for rights in a nursing home

fight for neighbors in Congress

We the people

have, do, and will

give hope to those without

give dignity to those without

give work to those without

give life to those without

give to those without

We the people

have, do, and will

work the common good

for unity

for justice

for protection

for welfare

for liberty

***

We the People

We the People

We the People

have died

Please don’t be offended.

Then, again,

be offended,

if necessary

The ideals of our forefathers

The work of our servicemen and women

The sacrifice of our leaders

has been tarnished by our acts

or lack of acts

We the People

have died

Me the Person

has taken their place

The United States of America

founded on liberty and unity

cannot stand

when we are no longer United States

and instead

self-centered individuals who have to deal with others to get what we want

We the People

have died

***

Please

prove me wrong

show me that

We the People

lives

Please

for we cannot keep on standing on the successes of yesterday

if we are going to face tomorrow

we cannot stand on history alone

if we are going to have victory in the future

Please

prove me wrong

We the People

We the People

We the People


If you do not stand firm in your faith,
    you will not stand at all.

-Isaiah 7:9


My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

– John F. Kennedy

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Pixabay/DWilliams

Secret Spies and Algebra 2/Trig

I miss you

or maybe I just miss the memories we made

You’re still there

and I’m still here

Right next door

like we have been for almost thirteen years

I still see you every week

We still talk every week

. . . But seeing you and talking with you

isn’t the same as

being with you

I know you’re always there for me

And I hope you know I’m always there for you

But . . .

I miss you

or maybe I just miss the memories we made

***

Playing with the hose in the summer time

over at Grandma’s

pretending like we were firefighters

or whales

or secret spies with water/laser guns

We could travel the world

and be anyone or anything we wanted to be

with an old garden hose

***

Collecting moss growing on trees

and wood chips

and leaves from shrubs

and mud

we pretended like we were witches

making some magical potion

or we were super secret scientists on the edge of a breakthrough

and all we needed was a moon rock

and we would create a serum for superpowers

or we were secret spies (we really loved secrets, didn’t we?)

trying to stop the villain from collecting all the materials for a nuclear bomb

***

Sledding at your house

then my house

then your house

then my house

on winter snow days

where we would have sledding competitions

against the other super secret spy team

or we would create the biggest, tallest, thickest

snow fort the world had ever seen

of three feet tall

that would melt by the end of the month

or we would make snow angels until they covered the yard

***

On the bus you would show me the dresses you drew

and we would oh and aw at them

and you wanted to be a fashion designer

or we would crawl under the bus seats

from the front to the back

and ruin our clothes

but that was okay

because we were doing it together

or when you told me paper was the healthiest, best tasting thing in the whole wide world

so we ate paper for two weeks straight

***

Playing cards down in Grandma’s basement

where you taught me solitaire

and 52 pick up

or playing Rummy with Grandma in the dinning room

while eating rhubarb pie

and listening to country music

or playing Go Fish at sleep overs

and passing the cards back and forth

between our toes

***

I miss you

or maybe I just miss the memories we made

Now the memories seem to be

doing retakes together in Algebra 2/Trig

or brief chats consisting of “I like your shirt today!”

before class starts

or texts asking for a ride home

I know you are just a short walk away

or a text

or a phone call

but . . .

you might also be a childhood away

maybe the you I’m thinking about

went away

with the dolls and foam balls and other childhood toys

I miss you

or maybe I just miss the memories we made

***

To: Mysterious, 22

From: Nerd, 19

18 – 14, 18, 19, 19, – 2, 12, 21

Still remember the secret code?

88

 

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