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8/14/2019 Poetry Medley

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The Night ‘Fore Black Friday

'Twas the night 'fore Black Friday, when all through the house,Mother was Googling, with the click of a mouse;She found running shoes and the prices were fair,Despite her tired and scraggly hair;

The family was nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of Plasmas danced in their heads;While Mama had java and I took a nap,She plotted the plan and drew out a map,I awoke to a rumble of startling chatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

There stood my mom with a large wad of cash,"Time to go, hun, Best Buy's got a stash!"

With latte in hand and children in stow,Excited to seek the Christmas cargo,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,"Sale at Penny's! Hurry up, my dear!"My mom drove the car, so lively and quick,We traveled to Penny's to get the first pick.

Reaching parking lot, we were ready for fun!Realizing that our purchases may weigh a ton...

Stood a giant mall, filled with gifts ungiven,Families, in long lines at different stores were riven.

Stretched from Walgreens, to the entrance of the mall!Stood a mass of people that could start a brawl!

The Sun had not risen, the moon in the sky, Yet what happened next did appeal to my eye, The doors were now open and in people flew,I, everyone, and their grandmothers, too.

Claustrophobic, I stood aloof,Spotting scared workers take refuge on roof.



Darting corners and circling around,Running shoes, radios and Rock Band, we found!

My mom wore her furs from her head to her foot,While she told me briefly that I had to stay put;

Kitchenware was located all the way in the back,But she admired a coat that was covered in black.

She only could purchase what she could now carry, The checkout lines had turned quite scary.

But she saw her running shoes that stood aglow,But seeing the price required a proper quid pro quo;When she couldn't buy shoes, she clenched her teeth,And the anger encircled her head like a wreath;

This surpassed the time she'd received free jelly,From the jelly of the month club that had fattened her belly.

To what to her eyes did appear on a shelf,A Plasma TV, which she picked out herself!

Though the shopping experience itself she did dread,It excited her to see shorter lines up ahead;She took me in hand as shoppers went berserk,We had reached the checkout, though this man was a jerk,From his bad morning breath to his under-plucked nose,He said that we budged and he stepped on my toes!

Finally, it was time to make our dismissal,And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I must admit that the stores were a sight,As we drove home with our finds with much delight.



Writer’s Block

Trembling hands,Dizzy mind,

Sweaty palms,Heavy eyes.

Stressful soundless sleep.Mind awakes, slowly.

My hand beholds my pen,I write random reflections.

Clear, empty, wordless, thoughtless mind,

Repeating thoughts.A thesaurus cannot help cure these repeating thoughts.

Thought. Thought.

Got it!

I rationalize, speculate, and conjure up new words to use.Agony, treachery, torture of writer's block.A scrumptious language I must soon learn.

Pitiful procrastinating perversion of the mind.

My cranium, bolted into my writing.

My thoughts,Mailing themselves away from my mind.No return address.

Well, what good am I as a postmaster of thoughts.

I try to manually think.

Think. Think.

Maybe...

What if I just stopped writing.



All of a suddenly stopped.

No more thinking.No more thought process.No more jumbled, good for nothing, use of words.

Exactly!

I stop writing.

I look out my window, noting the beautiful landscape of the world outside.

I made a pact.I have to keep it.

I cannot write.

Oh, but the rolling hills and gently sloping--

Shut up, mind!

I'm through, done with.

I will never make it as a--

The rays of the sun stroke the land beneath.

The lakes and rivers nearby calmly flow, like the thoughts entombed deep within mymind.

That's it!

I must write...

The hills, the rivers and lakes, the valley - now, THAT is where I belong.

My mind becomes fruitful, offering a plentiful harvest of thoughts - many, manythoughts.

Stretching over the barren lands, through the trees, across the ocean to the ends of the world.

No mind like mine. No mind exactly the same. No mind as sublime as anyone else's.



The Partnership of Sol and Luna

I now pronounce you Sun and Moon, You may kiss the sky.

No love at first sight,Sol evades Luna,Luna eludes Sol.

Luna, a rebel,A loner,Out past season's curfew.

Man and wife,

Span and strife,Confined by Earth’s restraining order,Never to meet face to face—Arranged marriage.

Something old,Something new,Sol is borrowed,Luna-- blue.

Sol, emasculated by Luna,She steals his lucid light.

Sallow shimmer of sadness,Replacing anger that lights the sky.

Battle fought religiously over kitchen table in the sky.

No voices, just gestures.Not seen, but felt.Earth remains idle,

Caught in middle of millennia of bickering.

Sol contemplates his existence--Sinks into horizon’s death box.

Luna reawakens with relentless beauty,Overshadows significant other.



Clink of glasses at non-Emaculate reception,A celestial unity between two adversaries.

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