SANTA’S HAT
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair,
Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there
The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious
A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious
Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath [...]
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Do you reminisce the day when we first met in our life?
Do you remember who was the first one, who saw?
Can you keep in mind the day, we spoke first, ever?
And tell me who uttered the first word?
Tell me my beloved, tell me.
Do you remember that day obviously, and
Enjoy the ecstasy, that day gave you?
And [...]
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Angry winds
Blew through the trees
Snapping branches
Scattering leaves.
The toppling oak
Majestic and high
No match
For the fierce winds
That roared from the sky.
Flattening all that stood in its path
Nothing left standing
In the way of storms wrath.
Man ponders and tries
To reason why
Such anger and destruction
Rains from the Gods on high.
Everything in life has a reason
Our compassionate God
Tires of man’s treason.
Tom [...]
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He was riding on the very edge of sanity and hope,
He was standing on the precipice and couldn’t seem to cope,
He was fighting with the demons of a life he used to lead,
He was wounded in his soul, and it would bleed.
With emotions at the breaking point and tempers running wild,
Though he said he was [...]
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Earlier chapters:
The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor
The Apartment Problem
Glass Question Token
The Little Girl
Live Theatre with Etta
Etta Has Flown the Coop
Face to Face
Choosing
In Retrospect…
Yes
Etta and the Card
The last three chapters:
Part I
Etta and the Lie
Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]
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And it all commenced as everything starts,
Untainted. Anticipating for a scene change.
From different spectrums, yellow parts,
Concrete to aqua pura, no stamp of estrange.
Her school of fish, blowing stacks of caucasian,
Like they owned Mother Nature’s salted season.
So we inhaled the ceremonial occasion,
Lamenting our age of callow reason.
Florida’s finest camouflaged the lucid knave;
He reproduced routine. Interposing confederacy,
Resurrecting [...]
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July Fourth
Marching bands
Um pa pa.
Kids on bikes
Ooh la la.
Fire engines clanging
Oh ma ma.
Politicians waving
Playing the crowd.
Sweating marchers
Puffing aloud.
Is this what it is
All about?
Is this the reason
We all shout?
Nothing meantioned
About the men who bled,
Or of those who lie dead.
These are the ones
We should honor today.
These are the ones who
Paved the way.
They paid the price
For our liberty,
They [...]
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Flowers, flowers to the wind,
blue flowers point for me, to you Yellow,
Blue, I live well, Esquecidas in time, lost in the wind,
and the yellow
of you without destination or reason pra be,
Full of thorns and anger
from me .
Philipe Monteiro Cardoso
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My lost dreams! you have set
A throne for me full of woes
My lost paradise! You have weaved a
A crown of thorns for my pate.
Spring and summer is gone
I see the dead dried leaves in the earth
Winter is cruel, though it leaves
Some moisture on the leaves..
The heart is in agony
For the deceit of my love
My life [...]
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Dog chases cat, and the cat chases mouse,
All through the yard and all through the house,
Each has their calling and each has their place,
Whether it’s running or giving the chase.
We are no different in all that we do,
We have a purpose, though some never knew,
We have a calling and we have a place,
Whether it’s running [...]
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