Norma was a little girl lost,
she came from a broken home.
Her mother was prone to madness,
fits of delusion,rage, and sadness.
Though her early life was a portrait of devastation,
Norma rose above it all and she found sweet salvation.
By:J.N.R Dutton
“I love you!” Says the girl to the boy.
“No response.”
Sound of wind and sea rushing from the distance, it was all so perfect..
Moment of silence rushed past between them both.
The girl smiled either way waiting for his response but she knows he will never say it back to admit he loves her.
….
That memory of that day was a blur.
That was nearly 4 years ago.
It was about time for the boy to finally confess to her and won’t wait a single second to do so.
As with flowers in hand ready to confess to the girl he loved for 7 years, took long to confess.
He stood up straight with tears in his eyes.
“Your eyes like the sea and your touch like the wind like the memory I remembered..
You are perfect and I couldn’t say I love you back as I was too scared to love you. “
“But here I am to say .. I love you too”, he finally confessed.
And with that, they closed her coffin.
She acted her way into his heart.
The lovely actress was very smart
She new her brown eyes and figure so slim.
Would win his love, if she acted for him.
Her name was Meg, He was Harry
Before too long they would marry
He gave up being prince one day
Now they live happily in the USA.
Kismet brought them to the same train,
They longed for the same rain,
Nature and art were the only panacea,
That would part their gloomy nausea.
They sat on top of the same roof,
Not too much aloof,
They read a book,
As they gave each other an amiable look.
They had the same passion,
Life had brought them on the same mission,
They had gone up a despondent ladder,
Asking, "How much farther?"
Fate brought them to the same floor,
Nature and hope delved into their core,
Out in dawn's light,
Their darkness, they could fight.
They found a new way,
After a fortnight's stay,
Perturbation erased,
Love laced.
The sun began to rise at the pale wink of dawn
just as the moon wearied and started to fade.
There were dappled rays spread across my lawn
then disappeared behind a maple forest glade.
Refulgent light hovered above earth at midday
while the moon rested before her nightly reign.
As people basked and romped all day in play,
celestial bodies pretend that it's sleep they feign.
The sun bowed and dimmed on the cusp of twilight
Awakening, were the cratered eyes of the moon.
A golden glow of sunset was ebbing before my sight
and Luna was rising with the trilling song of a loon.
Ra slipped into the sea as the horizon darkened.
Moonlight nodded to stars in a sky of midnight blue.
A deep sigh was heard; to the moon the sun harkened.
He whispered to her in their passing, "I bid you adieu."
The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold,
a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold,
for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring,
wanted the night to fly away quickly on wing.
He heard Santa would come through the chimney,
if there was one on house roof, he wanted to see.
He went up to the roof-top veranda, but couldn’t find one,
he was told Santa would come through the window for fun.
At night he didn’t let mom close the window of his room,
the chilled wind in the snowfield outside he heard zoom.
In the morn saw the gifts by bed side, to shout in joy he tried,
voice choked for he caught cold, but on delight he took a ride.
On the wings of the fleeting time, far he has flown,
but within him the nostalgic child hasn’t yet grown.
He fondly preserves the indelible Christmas gift memory
inscribed in childhood mental notebook that night’s story.
Once upon a dreamy fairy tale night
Two lover's hearts went soaring off in flight
The setting a magical seaside scene
Enchanting beauty befitting a queen.
Fairies gathered to gaze from on a star
For romance delighted their tiny hearts
So enthralling was this mystical sight
They sprinkled their fairy dust o'er the night.
Sequin-silver jewels enhanced night sky
Twinkling on the sea as waves rippled by
Soft golden sand cushioned the lovers feet
As they strolled along the crescent shaped beach.
Only sound was the opera of sea
A soothing oceanic melody
The summer breeze caressed their sun kissed skin
Just as their rendezvous was to begin.
He took her in his arms and held her tight
Whispered "darling you look lovely tonight"
In a tender moment of bliss they kissed
Pledging their love would stay a lifelong tryst.
They danced merrily in splendour of sea
For today they joined in matrimony.
Before I stirred, the early bird
Built a nest on my head
Then on one date, it found a mate
Before I got out of bed
With outside dim, I tried beating him
When next day I arose sooner
But all I heard, were chirping birds
Leaving me in a bad humor
The very next day, to my dismay
The two birds perched on my leg
Loudly tweeting, and repeating
Implying they now have eggs
One week later the incubator,
Mrs. Early, from brooding all day
On her nest, and although a pest
Hatched her eggs, so I shouted yay
Since early birds, my idle words
Couldn’t slow them at their chore
Of feeding, what they were breeding
And wouldn’t you know at night they snore
The chicks grew fast, like no time passed
In their nest on top of my head
And when off they flew, that’s when I knew
I could finally get out of bed
In my history book title " African's Hidden Treasure"
There was a military commander who used to recite
his poems and sing songs on trees in his gardens.
One day he organised a contest of women dancers
which cost his life few weeks after the competition.
He was accused to cheat with the woman champion
Because she got a big trophy than her competitors.
One of the jealous women propagated false news
Which frustrated the husband of the woman winner
And ended up shooting his colleague due to rumour.
The son of the dead poet and commander wanted
to pay revenge but his colleagues rejected
that idea as they prepared to overthrow the king.
An affordable price was setting according
to commanders agreement as they needed
more soldiers to aid them in the neighbouring land.
Years later on, they entered that land ; started fighting,
they won the war and the son of the poet became king.
he created the Yao Kingdom and Ndindi chiefdom for
the honour of his father who wanted to be king after war.
Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty
Never slack on milk, she did her duty
Pouring out her supply, like a fountain
Feeding on the rye across the mountain
She raised sweet, soft eyes to prove her gentle
Always so much love wasn’t accidental
With a soul, good and warm, she’s so friendly
Yet, her master told her she’s too spindly
Despite her hunger, she just wouldn’t gain weight
She worried about things like a soul mate
Her thoughts took her to the fall, and the hay
When the Blue Ridge Mountains switch to deep gray
Thoughts of gold bales left her stomach starving
Though that hay could’ve made a wood carving
So dry and stale, it couldn’t have been tasty
Still, she sprinted to the stall, quite hasty
After eating her fair share, farmer said
“look at Betsy, she’s fat as that pig, Ned”
At last the cow and the pig were happy
Even though their tale is slightly sappy!
Many years ago,
a simple kiss made her glow.
Love was everywhere,
sweet flowers filled the air.
That day there was no snow,
the warm sand covered a toe.
Her blue eyes and blond hair,
with that yellow dress she wore with flare.
July 4th was a big show,
they said I do with a playing banjo.
A beautiful white dress she did wear,
a heavenly day brought him a tear.
Many parts of life's puzzle pieces are not a wonderful life.
Some 50 years ago, my best friend and boss left his wife
And abandoned his four minor children for another woman.
It was very shocking to everyone, so hard to understand.
But out of their pain and mine, there emerged an act
Of Kindness that reached out to their boys and fought back.
I was 23, and they were great kids of about 10 and 12.
Their father was a giant of a spiritual man that slipped and failed.
I took them to a baseball game that became more than a 'pastime' game.
Seeing Chicago cubs like Ron Santos and Ernie Banks was more than 'fame'.
To these boys, at a time like theirs, it was part of a healing process.
For me, it's a treasured memory that recalls me caring at my very best.
Over time, that marriage was restored, and the father of those boys returned.
In our life's journeys, we must pause sometimes and recall the lessons learned.
Do you think I can save all ships in distress?
How wrong you are! Times when I sorely pressed,
Times when my beacon was snuffed out of its glory.
Oh, I can tell you many an adventurous story,
Exciting exploits on the tumultuous and stormy seas
High waves span all around me, ugly with a heavy breeze.
Still, there’s one I would sincerely like to show,
Although it happened a long time ago.
The Greyhound had a young master, rich and mean,
And he dared cross the sea, oh what a scene.
The winds were high and the sky was overcast
Waves were high and terrible. The ship could not last.
Aboard the vessel, I saw the master of the merchant ship,
Carrying slaves and other goods, was a doomed deplorable trip.
Above the dim of wicked waves, clangs of iron I heard,
And screams intermixed with every offensive word.
The man drenched held to the mast, knelt and prayed
Let them be saved, he would renounce his trade.
Years passed and the man gladly his faith he did embrace.
He vowed he’d fight slavery with his “Amazing Grace”.
Upon renovating, I stumbled upon
A window that had been closed off
For years, it was a strange place
For a window to be positioned but
I felt compelled to expose it
So, I torn the covering down
After clearing, I nervously fumble
With the latch at first, I got this strange feeling
Just by being so close but I manage
To get the window open, I lift it up and looked outside
I saw the universe with time leaping about
I jump backed quickly, with my heart racing
I took a second breathe and then jumped inside
When it spit me out, I was younger and finer
I was also filthy rich from manipulating time
I enjoyed my life but two weeks later
I suddenly got weak and extremely tired
So I tried to rush to the mirror, I was shock
To see that I had turned old
Then I realized why the window
Had been hidden for years
It was as if it were just a dream,
I went for a picnic beside the stream.
There I met the girl I thought was for me,
I first saw her beneath the Sycamore tree.
She was silent as she stood there,
Her legs so long, her hair so fair.
We made love there at that spot,
Time stood still, I’ve never forgot.
It was a passion that lasted for hours,
Down amongst the spring scented flowers.
She left as she arrived, without a word,
I felt truly alive, as free as a bird.
Whenever I go back, she is nowhere to be found,
The stream flows past, it makes the only sound.
In my heart she’ll be with me, I’ve kept her a space,
As I recall that moment by the stream, a magical place.
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