#pam
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And it was at that time.. in group..
when I realized that I had attained
enough healing, and could now enter
back into the normal every day, world
that I looked back at her..
she.. who I had struggled alongside in
the trenches with for over two years
now-- each of us struggling just to hold
on.. in a crazy, ****** up world, that
just did not care
Yet still, she struggled to hold on to
who she was-- her spirit, coming and
going at will, as she attempted to deal
with the depths of her trauma..
her beautiful blue eyes, turning to dull
grey in those Ichabod-like moments,
when there was nothing left,
but complete emptiness.
And as I announced that I was leaving
the group, she gasped.. I saw those
beautiful blues go grey-- her small
hands, reaching for me..
her once, cherub-like face, now ashen
and tear soaked, quietly pleading..
and it was at that moment, that I sat
back down-- putting back on once
again, death's skin.. all past dreams of
normalcy, fading away in to her grey..
the color, blue.. the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen..
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.
Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them that they cared.
All smiled except two who
Just stood there and glared.
Hulu Q Hopps and
His shorter half-brother
They came from two pops but
Shared the same mother.
Hopps came at them fast
So they quickened their pace
Sam and Pam flew past him,
Boy, this was a race!
Hopps huffed and puffed,
While shouting very gruffly:
"You better stop now, or
I'll treat you roughly!"
"Just what have we done
To make you so mad?"
"If you don't stop right now,
I'll do something bad!"
Pam and Sam finally stopped,
Turning right around,
Awaiting their fate while
Standing their ground.
Hopps wide-eyed and breathless
Finally stopped within inches
"Listen real closely now,
Your see Mr. Pinch is
Hot on your trail
Looking for retribution
Based on your failure
To give restitution."
"We don't know what that means,
We don't know what to say..."
"Doesn't matter at all,
Pinch is coming your way!"
Since Mr. Pinch meant
To slow cook their goose,
Pam and Sam agreed to do
What they learned from Dr. Seuss!
They asked all their friends
To lend them some help.
Eucalyptus, Betty Loo,
JaeJae and Miss Kelp.
Hortman, Octavius, and
Hopps stepped up to bat.
Even Kat came back
And threw in her hat!
Off in the distance
The Catawampas growled
And soon after that
The Terrormasu yowled.
Down came Mr. Pinch
From atop Mount Dumpit
In his impedimenta SUV,
Like it or lump it.
Rolling into town
Entering WhoDat's Square
Pinch shouted "Sam and Pam!
Are you hiding somewhere?"
"You must pay the piper,
I'm here to collect.
Excuses mean nothing,
Your pleas I'll reject!"
Pam and Sam stepped forward,
Friends forming a line.
"Pinch, you won't get away
With extortion this time!"
With that Betty Loo
Pulled out her didgeridoo.
The others pulled out
Their instruments too.
All began playing strong,
Singing loud and clear:
"You are hostile Mr. Pinch
And your breath reeks of stench
But we're stronger than you
So you can't make us flinch.
Mr. Pinch you are mean
So you better flee the scene
You're a ****** like no other, Mr. Pinch..."
They droned on and on,
A multi-stanza bonanza:
"You're a villain Mr. Pinch...
"You are ****** Mr. Pinch...
"You are nasty Mr. Pinch...
"You're a ****** Mr. Pinch...
"You disgust us Mr. Pinch...
Mr. Pinch screaming loud
With hands to his ears,
Made a beeline to his
Impedimenta SUV in tears.
Then Pinch did the math
Calculating the odds
He wasn't going to get
Anywhere with these clods.
"You haven't heard the last of me!"
Fist pumping as he shouted.
When he left, all WhoDat cheered,
Disaster had been routed.
Sam and Pam thanked their friends
In a way that befits.
A WhoDat picnic serving them
Green eggs, Spam and grits!
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
I am not rooted like a tree,
Yet, I too, cast shadows all around me.,
Sunbeams waltz through my shade.
Within its chill I start to fade into ponder,
Filled with a curious lust to wander.
Not in thoughts which pressed pulp is written upon,
Or with cuisines made from oiled salads and hearts of Palm.
The sun’s ****** pushes me to uproot and go as I please,
Each day’s truth, to follow this warmth and majesty.
Royal colored panoplies illuminate,
The sky’s wide open path on which it roams.
Crossing borders at dawn,
Bringing to the world enlightenment’s pageantry.
While most sleep thru the moon’s hidden release,
Wind convinces the sea to rise,
Only to fall from the sky’s grip arbitrarily,
Quenching primal thirst to travel beyond one’s shores.
Gone from its known onto somewhere, change never ending.
Anxiously, I stare, aware of the horizon’s beyond allure,
My prayer, for the same journeys to stop it’s pending.
To be caressed and uplifted from the comforts of me,
Then scattered liberally back into the newness of myself.
PFL
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
Pam Beesly
she shines so bright I sneeze-ly
and then fall onto my knees-ly.
My chest begins to seize-ly
whenever I see Ms Beesly,
and my brain begins to freeze-ly
so my coworkers then tease-ly.
It's unfair just how measly
my existence is to Ms Pam Beesly
but few things are said more easily
than Ms Beesly is the bees knees-ly.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
I'm in the gutter, skinny and pale
God bless me with a poetry sale
got lots of words but got no food
somethin to eat would improve my mood
words could be my bread and butter
i can type them all , without a st stutter
someone send a cheque to me
and put my poetry on tv
21st century pam eyres
I really hope that someone cares
let the poetry spill from my lips
as I'm dreamin oven chips
(c) p skez and ms rigs 07/10/2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC