Story: no ones alone
Genre:historical fiction
Main characters:Johnny,Shana,filiona,Kano


Its 1862 and the Civil War is still going on, Johnny Colam was at his house watching his mother and his small brother and sisters since his father was in the war. Later that day up the drive they saw military men and they knew that they contained the letter saying that his father had died by friendly fire. His mother was especially sad but Johnny was very surprised that his father ,since he was such a good soldier, had died. The next week A general came to thier house and told his mother that Johnny was to be sent to war to replace his father. His mother ,trying to beg and beg to keep Johnny at home, had failed. Johnny had to go to war that day. He went day and night for five weeks and thought he was not going to survive."I need water I need food" he tried to say they had a limit of food and water since it they needed a lot to survive the war. It was very cold and many soldiers have fallen but been replaced by new recruits.

On the way Johnny and another soldier were sent to hide behind trees near where one of the enemy soldiers were going. But to their surprise the soldier turned and motioned more soldiers to come with. As they watched the soldiers they lost sight of them. "Where did they go" Johnny whispered. His partners response was just 1 shrug of his shoulders. All of a sudden Johnny and the other soldier were GRABBED. They were taken to the enemy's chamber and locked up. Johnny and his partner were thrown into the chamber. "I should of known this would happen" The other soldier said. "Luckily I snuck in and pretended to be my brother.
                
            "What do you mean"
              
             "Wait your a girl" Johnny was very surprised. "My name is Shana" the girl said. All of a sudden cling clang click screech they looked and saw a girl and boy at the cell door and they said "come with me and Kano"
Johnny and Shana nodded and followed. "My name is filiona" she said as they followed then they stopped. GUARDS EVERYWHERE! They were surrounded slowly they all rose up there hands but filiona did not. Instead of surrendering she just stood there. Finally when the guards came closer by 2 steps filiona kicked and punched and did the hardest move out of all the fighting moves,the thunder swirl, and she did it perfectly.

They watched as she kicked and punched and blocked the guards weapons. "Ok let's move". The three just stared with wide open eyes.
"Well are you coming". All three blinked twice and followed once again.
                
    "How did she do that" thought Johnny. He felt like he knew filiona from somewhere and at that moment he had a vision. A girl with black hair and tan skin was walking on a skinny pipe and fell off and must of drowned but the body was not discovered."It couldn't be it just couldn't" he said quietly to himself.

   The place they were taken to was a old cabin with many hand made weapons. They each chose one. Kano chose the staff, Filiona chose the chain and Shana chose the knife. "I i can't use a weapon I can shoot though." Th others just glared at Johnny and gave him a metal polet  

"Hey hey hey" Johnny jumped up from the sudden noise. "EN GARDE"Johnny yelled as his hand flew across the room like a clumsy sword.
           "OW" THUMP "SHANA!"

"Huh"  Jhonney finally  opens his eyes and saw a hard pole in his hand then looking down saw Shana with blood out her nose and mouth uncauncious lying on the floor.

While the whole group surrounds her Jhonney just standing like a brick wall. Finally shana wakes and then after making her go to sleep Jhonney tries to run but Kano is to fast for him. Kano then tackles him while the group follows. The group then beats him up and leaves him there luckily for him emergency helpers get him and Shana and take them for 15 years. When they finally awoke the were sent to a foster home, for all of there families had died. Kano,Filiona,Shana,and Jhonney were all sent to the foster home. While they were in high school Kano and Shana were populer also was to. They saw Jhonney scream at Shana for leaving him out so,as most would do, they tricked him to meeting them after school. When Jhonney came he saw the football player and just walked past them. The group then yelled and teased him so he ran.


The group had promising futures. Filiona was a AWSOME fighting trainer, Kano was a football player, Shana became a famous motivational speaker, And Jhonney, well he had many jobs. One was a part time  test dummy for the rich people since there government was a confederate,oligarchic  government the rich people tested the medicines on him but mostly Jhonney is a underwater and land explorer.

When they look at her pictures on Facebook they see
Beautiful symmetry,
Shining eyes,
Soft lips,
And a **** good haircut.
They see a stunning girl
and they comment.
When I look at her pictures on Facebook I see
The last tagged picture from early July,
The ignored compliments,
The love given to her mother,
And the struggle.
I see a stunning girl
And I say nothing.

above named orthodontist
   crowned specialist
   exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition

   of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth –
   just the opposite when i was a lad
and pro bono courtesy

   of above named orthodontist –
   worthy of a regal pad
(okay perhaps i exaggerate just a tad)

performed prestigious dental skill with her band
of admirable merry technicians,
   who possess grand
ever so agile and gentle
   to affix and/or adjust with each hand

after countless visits
   viz number of years shifted closed spaces
   re: wide spaces did stand

brackets wired together where
   squarely rooted choppers stood askew
the completed effect = a priceless smile
   tooth thy punim – a beau
tee full young lady (this comment
   unbiased from me – math a ewe)
biological father of thine lass in question,
   where time flew

while transformation
   her dazzling smile grew
a changed ****** profile –

   admirable how maxillary masters did hue
artfulness to align mastication via calculus
   sans perfecting her bite they knew

thus this papa feels ever so thankful
   for prettifying mine offspring
with courtesy service per each appointment
   thee progeny i did bring

no matter that brackets broke loose –
   yes in some cases from chew wing
gum or eating hard foodstuffs  - fear of a skull ding
never occurred, whereby
   anticipatory anxiety expended 4 naught ting

mortis rigors of extraction,
   x-rays affecting dental precision
would be impossible without the decision
for the supreme doctor –
   who owned a schooled vision
to envision
vis a vis what provision

and necessary measures
   to manipulate dentition
   toward per mission
whereby maybe a minor revision
made to witness brilliant

   megawatt smile giving admission
of heightened sunny disposition
primed to embark on successful
   lip smacking dating expedition
anointing shana aubrey harris –
   who completed the biting inquisition.

Upon the days twixt Rosh Ha-Shana
And Yom Kippur,
We are commanded to ask,
For our sins, forgiveness
From those to whom
We have committed them.
But when I think upon this,
Upon the year now passed,
Yea, I do find sins and many
But none so grievous and yet
Not too grievous that I cannot admit to them
Without great penalty
That I feel obliged to oblige tradition.
Rather what dwells upon me
Is less my sins
And more the opportunities
Passed by by me
And those which appeared but for a moment,
A flash in the pan of fate,
A horse,
Quickly Sprinted
Across the great green field
Of love,
The sun shining upon its back
And glorious mane
As it trampled past,
A fleeting moment
An eternal memory,
Leaving deep impressions
Upon the ground,
Ones that will not clear
For years, or maybe ever
Even as I try
To move past it
In at least some ways,
For I refuse to be
As lonely as I was
And Am.

twenty three years ago
today February 4th, 2022
begat about nine months prior,
approximately late April/early May 1998,
she exited thru fully dilated ******
10 centimeters or just under 4 inches
immediately cherished as a precious gift
her radiant pink flesh did healthily glow
despite developmental delay
observed during babyhood stage,

blessed timely intervention
hallelujah to countless social services
helped bring her up to speed
and in accordance with average statistics
pertaining to population of girls
at various ages of her life
most vital metrics indicated she did grow,
and matured into an attractive young lady
now mindful (courtesy common sense
and valuable life lessons)

said offspring quite aware the necessity
to comply with status quo
unlike this nonestablishmentarian papa,
who frittered away priceless time show
wing measly abysmal track records
regarding academic and employment, though
not necessarily criminal, I barely lived
analogously solely placing big toe
within streaming rush of opportunities
upon reflection, I experience woe.

Thank you immeasurably youngest daughter
valuable Shayna Punim
beloved gifted progeny bold
coaching, daring, encouraging... herself
whether the weather hot or cold
to take positive growth risks
you count as more precious
than fine spun gold
enhancing mein kampf,
whose absence warrants
birth mama or papa to hold
our darling offspring,

when she clamors for attention,
yet prohibitive physical distance
renders impossible mission
to proffer sought after nurturing,
hence the best attempt to lyft
your spirits (if sagging)
finds me driving in one direction
across information superhighway insync with
electronic uber global positioning satellite
merely wishing ye happy birthday
now intent to email thee told.

YOU GO GIRL!

5778, So That I Remember

What a bad Jew I am -
Having to write a poem
So that I remember, can recall
Once and for all
The joy of Rosh Hashanah
And the length of centuries
The Jews have thrived,
Have managed bravely to survive.
A feast that serves the feat,
(In fact, the feat deserving feast).

So much I do not know,
Therefore, to show heredity’s identity
To world and to myself,
I shall repeat the word, the year, the sound
Till next year when it comes around,
Turns seven eight to seven nine.

To all who like this person mine
Have left all contact far behind:
Happy New Year – Rosh Hashanah!
Shana Tovah – Happy New Year!

5778, So That I Remember 9.19.2017
Special People, Special Occasions; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin

Sown by Norwegian bachelor farmer
in tandem with baked powder milk biscuits
courtesy your guardian angel
(otherwise known as Matthew Scott)

Writes to his dearly beloved precious offspring
(today March 25th, 2021)
in summer re: a shayne maydel darling daughter
prostrated by grief evincing figurative bite marks
indicative being smitten (now unrequited love).

Ever since her young heartthrob
unexpectedly rent asunder
fledgling relationship,
his heart felt initial zeal squelched,
when prized progeny voiced ecstasy
toward him, an attractive lad
regarding company hungrily sought
once breached a bond
subsequently rent asunder
impossible mission
to bridge formidable chasm.

Aeons of sorrowful tears shed,
wherein our hereditary blood and flesh
weeps profuse grievousness
whereby papa
(feeling helpless thousands of miles away)
wonders how much more time will elapse
before aforementioned lass
exhibits freedom from melancholic affliction.

Scant amount of time
actually constitutes
longevity of amorousness
between Shana Punim
and he who caught fancy
of same quite sensitive
twenty two year old young woman,
nevertheless an ordinarily
indomitable female spirit
reduced to inconsolable grief
similar to when Zayda
(her paternal grandfather)
passed away inching up on six months ago.

The width, depth, and breadth amidst
every cell comprising
one generic body well nigh
manifested as yours truly (me)
doth also plaintively cry
nsync with sad mood
(analogous to when
said loved one didst die),
cuz filial linkedin connection
automatically triggers chain reaction,
who helped beget
referenced youngest adult child of mine.

Naivete and innocence
pitched hither and yon
to and fro, where male testosterone won
out against moral scruples
(read marital covenant I violated),
where temptation appropriated from son
of the Boyce Brandon
and later Harriet Harris,

who willingly and wantonly
surrendered himself to concupiscence
thus receiving just desserts
being privy forced to experience hurt,
(albeit vicariously)
heaped upon Shana without question.

Dear 2020,
   I leaving Old Vineyard today! Therefore, I am feeling like a ten and wanting to jump for joy! I am so excited. I will be able to see Machaela and Sean again! I will be able to watch anime again! And read books that are actually good!
   But... I won't be able to see Harley, Shana, Mackenzie, or Tamia again... You better not forget them, future me! Hahah. I may have some of their information, though. lol.
                                         Love Always, Hollin

The idea of Friendship Day originated
in the United States in 1919,
proposed by Joyce Hall,
the founder of Hallmark cards.

It gained official recognition
when the U.S. Congress
proclaimed the first Sunday
of August as National Friendship Day in 1935.

Unlike this papa akin
to being racked, raided,
and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
psyche, one would see
mostly a torn (Turin) shred of holes.

Thy youngest (of deux) daughters
afflicted with developmental delay
did not overtly agitate
as much as myself, asper being
emotionally isolated, a miserable fate,
she participated with
supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
progeny of his did not experience
chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate

while a Lower Merion
High School student did great
fully experienced positive
munificent interpersonal bounty,
she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,
which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem

(to no one in particular),
expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive
services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
(ran rampant within self)
where mine imaginary
pals did commiserate
nevertheless, aye envy thine
woefully begotten Harris heiresses,
whose self esteem positively

of mine bolstered,
when as little girls
their needs and wants gave me purpose
ensure ring a confidential boost,
and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
warding off bullies,
who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged
(he's a jolly good) fellow,

Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE"
thrown into game of life
changing strengthened soul asylum
primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
where whipsawed,
pejoratively emasculated, jackknifed,
oppressed, traumatized, and yoked  
hoary golem, unstintingly
bruiting, browbeating
and bamboozling gremlins
wrought zealous destruction.