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Front door.
Carport.
Dock.
Receiver.
Office.
Reception.
Inside delivery.
Front desk.
Will I be found?
Where did you leave me?
Is it cold?
Wet?
Dark?
Will a pleasant voice greet me?
Will soft hands hold me?
Will someone steal me?
Was I lost?
Thrown in a ditch?
Lost overboard?
Slipped between the seats?
Wrong place all together?
Where did you leave me?
Most of the time; I have to peel,
back the layers to discover if they are real.
Memories of times long past.
That were not a blast.
For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed.
From childhood, I became estranged.
At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.
No wonder much of childhood is a blur.
By the time I was born, dad was self-employed.
Adulthood was no longer toyed.
What happened at 10?
The people closest to me think I may bend,
my memories from time to time.
At 10, work might be a crime?
In my 30’s the doctor did say,
you have the spine of someone in their 70’s. Did you play,
sports?
People who started athletics young, this I do report.
Not me. I wasn’t allowed.
L4 and L5 are out of line. Bulged,
out of whack.
From a life time of labor, quacked.
What happened when I was 10?
It sticks out in my mind. Back to that age, over and over again.
My joints and muscles are stiff and sore.
I get stove-up. Surely I’m a bore.
One time in my life, dad told me he was proud.
Not college. Not a car. Not a job. When I bought my first house, he said it out loud.
What happened when I was 10?
That mom stopped protecting me and sent me into the pen?
“If you’re old enough to eat, you’re old enough to work”!
Surely that memory isn’t real. It must be a quirk.
What happened when I was 10?
You were born! And I became a sin.
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https://byjolenerice.wordpress.com/2022/11/18/excommunicated/
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One pleasant fall evening, I decided to build a spice rack. After gathering my supplies, I hooked up my dog then got busy.
Unbeknownst to me, a humanless dog went strolling by. With the strength of a Shetland Pony, my 10 pound chihuahua broke his lead.
Fat girl; armed with a cellphone flash light, is panting after a speeding chihuahua in the dark.
I found him. Chasing Freda lost his interest. He was frantically trying to find another scent; his 15 foot lead in tow.
I got my dog and didn’t need an ambulance. Praise God!
Submitted to Readers Digest 8-13-2021.
Full story was posted Oct. 17, 2022.
https://byjolenerice.wordpress.com/2022/10/17/temporary-freedom/
Ever had a broken heart?
Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then returned it.
Newly baptized. Zeal for God on fire. I weaponized the Bible. Saturating it with blood and sweat. My feeble arms ached. SHOW no mercy!
As my Christianity has matured, it was NOT RIGHT to use God to vindicate my broken heart.
I pray God allows me to apologize.
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72 words including title “Revenge” #287
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I think I’m a little late to the party.
I have often wondered how things would be,
if my dreams came to me?
They are just out of reach. Winged creatures,
without features.
Just when I start to see their wings glowing blue gleam,
farther and farther away they seem to stream.
Just out of reach, they tease and taunt me.
Never really letting me see.
Some are darting around on pieces of wings.
Pinched off by a reflex, so that dream to me could only sing.
Enough of it’s song to keep it alive.
A taste so small, to keep me deprived.
There is one big dream I have never held.
Each time I try, I always seem to fail.
Perhaps I am attacking it wrong.
But still, in the distance, it sings its song.
Sirens of the deep,
that much to often make me weep.
Two of my endless dreams I have captured.
In the big picture, one hasn’t brought much rapture.
Each little dream I add to my potion,
perhaps will calm my emotional ocean.
Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
What did I eat for dinner?
What form of indigestion made this night a winner?
My bestie was in my dream.
However, her face was unseen.
Why we were on a boat, I’ll never know.
Could have been a show?
There was a man.
I have no idea who he was. All he did was stand.
You encouraged me to talk to him. But he had broken my heart.
I wanted no part.
A quiet spot I found.
Where my tears were unbound.
When I moved, a button or leaver was pushed.
My world shook. Then hushed.
Back to sob land for my broken heart.
The pain was still smart.
I hit that spot again and the boat fell.
Moving slowly, from it’s cell.
Down and down it went.
By it, the water was bent.
I found a clear paddle board with a sail.
Overwhelming, but I can do it. Watch me fail.
Into the water you go.
Deflating, oh no!
Through the board; I see pebbles, shells, and sand.
My bestie yells from the shore, “you need more air. You will never stand”.
Reinflated and ready to make way.
Surrounded by orbs. Glowing bright. What are they?
My bestie yells, “they are after your hearing aid”.
I’m fighting firefly’s? Trying to stand.
Removing my hearing aid with one hand.
I wake. To see myself peacefully asleep on the board; in the middle of the lake.
Wrapped in a blanket of fog. No waves did quake.
Woke up for real, curled in a ball. My hands under my head.
Quiet. Peaceful. Chico at my back. Back to sleep all warm in my bed.
A veil of darkness falls over the earth.
It is coming.
I can feel it.
I know it’s power.
*Silence.
A silence I know all to well.
A silence I long for.
Anticipation with in me grows.
*I rush outside.
With open arms, I accept the approach.
No power is greater.
No passion can be matched.
*Ribbons of light dance across the sky.
Ribbons that can destroy the ground.
Power that can destroy man.
A beauty unmatched.
*Distant rumblings make me smile.
Such a sound can shake the ground.
Make buildings rattle.
A sound that thrills me.
*A warm breeze lightly lifts my hair.
I can feel years worth of stress-
melt away in moments.
Wind, caressing me like a lovers touch.
*The first drop of rain hits my forehead.
Others hit my nose and lips.
A warm sensual rain,
with the ability to wash away my fears.
*With unmatched passion,
with unmatched fury.
The storm rages around me.
The storm grows inside of me.
*The wind lifts my spirits higher and higher.
The rain clears my soul.
Rage, power, passion, lust.
All rolled into one giant emotion.
*Faster, the lighting flashes.
My eyes become blurry trying to keep up.
The majestic colors blend together,
into a wild struggle for a dominating hue.
*Harder, the thunder roars.
Rumbling in my mind.
Dizziness overtakes me,
as the drums in the sky become louder.
*Louder, the wind howls.
Generations of wolves running, howling all around me.
Frightened me. Thrilling me.
Pleasure I have never known.
*Stronger, the rain falls.
Soaking me to the skin.
Caressing every inch of me.
Sending me to unknown heights.
*Faster, the lighting flashes.
Harder, the thunder roars.
Louder, the wind howls.
Stronger, the rain falls.
* The passion I can no longer contain.
The pleasure within me builds.
My release coincides with that of the storm.
Pleasure unmatched.
*Panting, lying on the ground,
soaked with emotion.
I can feel my great lover subside.
Knowing he will return to me soon.
* denote the beginning of a new stanza.
Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
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