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mark john junor Apr 2014
her father scraped his way across
the wooden floor
hauling his dead weight of rages
and cursing the libel that landed him here
he paused labouring his breath
like a dying steamtrain running on empty
and shuffled on when his labours ceased
his furry coat knotted with the tangles of his mind

she followed him carrying his bowl
of shapeless meats and shifting rices
a cold meal for his hard hands
and as he sat down to break that bread
he commenced to wailing at the rising of the sun
and the falling of the stars
spitting around mouthfuls he catalogued the woes
as she waited there by the shoulder of his
heavy mule skin jacket
with her eyes nailed to the floor

later while he slept
out back by the rain barrel
she and i did romance in quiet whispered tones
she in her best blue dress
me in my finest spanish leathers
we talked and held hands while the stars gave condolences
we kissed like two virgins tentative and shy
she with her golden hair and fancy lace
me with my dark eyes and mystic words

as dawn came she slipped away
with murmurs of regrets like soft kisses
each one so close to the last they came together as a single tear
and let slip of my hand like a farewell
as inside we could hear her father climbing
up out of his pale slumbers
like the driver of deaths carriage whipping
the grey horse's of doom
drive on drive on you fools lest you be found lacking

we each bid her father good morning
and his return was cheerful delights
as he saddled his ponderous thoughts on his mare
and set off to the seaside
in search of his galleons wreck
spend his day picking coins from the sand
and choking back tears for his labours
she will sit with me in the palms shades
and swing me a sweet song
with a melody like rain
and lyrics about the sun
we are a strange sight to see i'm sure
but the only vision we have is of eachother
and its a warm palace full of joys
among the towers and fabled roads of fiveashes

(the part of her father was played by our cat 'lizard')
RICES LANDING – Forty years ago today, Duane and Charlotte Makel laid to rest their 8-year-old daughter, Debra β€œDebbie” Lynne Makel, the victim of ****** and ****** assault. Her killer has yet to be charged, but that may change, thanks to advances in science.

Sitting in their living room, the Makel’s talked about their brown-haired, blue-eyed little girl.

β€œShe giggled all of the time. There was a big tree with an L-shaped branch that she used to love to climb. She’d hang upside down from it and swing back and forth with her long hair brushing the ground,” Charlotte said. β€œDebbie was very outgoing.” When a new child moved into the area it was Debbie who befriended her when others did not.

β€œShe was the top of her class, straight A’s,” Duane said.

On Thursday, cold case Detective John Marshall, who was assigned the case Wednesday, looked over four thick binders, containing information, photographs and interviews, laid out in front of him at the state police barracks in Uniontown.

He said he believes advancements in science creates a strong opportunity to discovering who killed the young girl.

β€œThere was no DNA (testing) in 1973,” Marshall said. In fact, it wasn’t until 1987 that the first DNA based conviction occurred in the United States.

In 2003, the cold case detectives investigating Debbie’s ****** sent evidence from the crime scene to a police lab where the killer’s DNA was extracted.

β€œWe have a DNA profile of somebody. It has been put into a database but as of this date there have been no matches,” Marshall said. β€œOver time, various individuals have confessed, who, through DNA, interviews and a polygraph test, have been eliminated. Whether they were braggarts, had a hero complex, or were thinking they were helping the community by confessing to this, the DNA profile showed to be negative.”

Marshall said there were only a few men who stood out during the original investigation as persons of interest. One of them, currently deceased, passed a polygraph. β€œNinety-nine times out of one hundred they say, β€˜Sure, let’s help,’” Marshall said. β€œI will be reopening all of the interviews in the investigation. My purpose with every male I talk to is to try to get consent from them for a DNA swab,” he said.

On Oct. 5, 1973, Debbie rode the school bus less than two miles from Dry Tavern Elementary School to Ferncliff Road in Rices Landing. From there it was a short walk to her home, situated at the end of Hoy Street, a dead end. Investigators placed the time at around 3:45 p.m.

There were only four houses visible from the Makel residence in 1973. It was a warm fall day. Her brothers did not ride the bus, choosing to walk home to sell magazine subscriptions for a school fundraiser.

Charlotte and Duane were both at work; he at Avella High School where he taught at the time, and she at a sewing factory. The boys arrived home before their parents to find their sister’s books, coat and house key on the table. She was nowhere in sight.

Times were different then. There was no cause for alarm. It was assumed she was off playing with one of the children on the street, said retired state trooper Elmer β€œBud” Schifko, 77, an original investigator of the ******. Schifko’s family lived across from the Makels.

Schifko, who worked in the Uniontown barracks, was asked to join the investigation after Debbie’s body was found two days later near an old distillery foundation, less than 200 yards from her home. She was covered by branches and brush.

Prior to the body being discovered Schifko remembers Charlotte and Duane started to get worried when it was getting close to dinner time and they started making phone calls,Schifko said.

β€œWe drove around the neighborhood, all over Rices Landing and kept thinking, β€˜This doesn’t make any sense. We called the police and they had it announced at the football game in Jefferson,” Charlotte said. β€œYou just couldn’t wrap your head around it, couldn’t sleep,” said Charlotte. β€œYou wondered, β€˜Is she in the river?’”

Charles and Betty Riecks, who lived in Clarksville at the time, were at the game.

β€œThey announced that she was missing and asked for volunteers to search and people just started leaving. When we got there they told us to hold hands and walk. People were calling her name and it was lit up like daytime with these big search lights,” Betty said.

This type of shoulder-to-shoulder searching went on through Saturday night with hundreds of volunteers combing the woods and farmland near the residence. Many believed Debbie’s body had been moved there when searchers took a break from Saturday night to Sunday morning.

Former Greene County Coroner Frank Behm, Schifko and Marshall all said the forensic evidence proved it impossible that this was the case. Behm said, as hard as some find it to believe, they simply missed her when they searched that area.

Sunday morning, two family members, who had come to town to aid in the search, found Debbie.

The inconsistencies in stories published in the years since her death are many. Internet sites, where wannabe detectives discuss this and other cold cases, have suggested a cover-up.

Charlotte, who only recently learned of the mirth of speculation online about Debbie’s death, said she finds that thought disturbing.

β€œOf course you think about who may have done it but if you are wrong then what have you done to this person,” she said.
Kolawole Zainab Aug 2019
Our country was colonized by British
Our resources are rich
We were granted Independence
But exhibit not moral decadence

Leaders call for change
But demonstrate not any change
And engage in social vices
They campaign with derica of rices

Fake promises during campaign by
Construction of road,bridges and all a lie
The voices of citizens not heard and pains not seen
God forgive leaders their sin

We celebrate Nigeria @58
Yet,leaders rule us with hate
They rule for selfish gain
Citizens tackle physical pain

Oh Nigerians! let us all stand up
And flag proudly be raised up
Positive change can happen with PVC
And all will be easy as ABC
These convenient 16-ounce squeeze bottles are perfect for picnics, duck-shoots & waiting in the abortion clinic parking lot for something big to happen.

Our Big Kmart closed suddenly & then manly Bruce Jenner died of
type-2 diabetes while eating a 1976 Olympic-sized box of Wheaties
Tiffany sleeps through cold-hearted darkness that creeps seamlessly
& Tiffany cries sadly in a motel room where she sleeps dreamlessly
Rotten grasses tickled the ***** of grass-growers who rented & sold
old gas mowers while illegally *******' hoes wearin' ragged clothes
in the Taiwan of '45 when hula hags were shot dead in hagged rows
Citified ******* track gentrified binarization after they crap, pop off
the clap, pick a ***, track corn sap, **** a lap-trap, crack a *****-slap
Vietnam succeeded in growing 3 yearly crops of *****-saving rices,
a dozen years after the Fourth Republic of France's May 1958 crisis
I asked, β€œHey, Bill, what's hot love all about?” and he replied, β€œHot
love is ****-******* Hillary over the sink with her **** hanging out.”
Neel Jul 2020
What happens when comes the rain,
Are people happy or they cry in vain.

What happens to people whose houses are made of straw,
Do there houses get flooded just because they have a flaw.

Everyone loves the rain,
But its the rain we have to blame.

For the destroyed houses,
For the destroyed rices.

The rain isn't a sign of beauty,
It's the sign of god showing that he is angry.

The almighty won't quit,
So it's better for the people to sooner acknowledge it.


THANK YOU
this poem is based on the fact that the rain might help us and without it we cant live but it has a bad side and so does everyone you meet...
I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)

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