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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GINGERBREAD MEN
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
Just southwest of Middletown resided Gingerbread Fred
A plump and portly holiday treat who wore buttons of red
Loved and et all his vanilla crème
Causin’ screams from two m&m
“Help me… help… oops…my buttons popped!” he said
T’was a last Thursday before Christmas when Gingerbread Fred
Did something that [...]
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Wistful memoir…
Like an enchanting gift,
The changing season has endowed;
Like the blossoming of a thrill,
Enriched by a sweet embrace;
You unfolded as a poem on the alluring
Tender branches of my first love, when we both
Started, dreaming of the mysteries of love..
I sought you, my first love, forgetting everything
Around me, fluttering like a wild butterfly,
All over places [...]
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No one is worth your tears,
The only one who is, will never make you cry.
If you love someone, put their name in a circle instead of a heart,
Because hearts break but circles go on forever.
Remember to smile all the time,
Because you never know who will fall in love with your smile.
If you judge people, you [...]
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I was driving down a short road
I asked my mother where are you living, behind Dad’s doors?
Do you wish for more?
I see a hint of Mother’s smile
as she hides behind her broken eyes.
Above her pictures of angels and Jesus
but still I wonder how and when Mother got
so pure carrying me inside her womb.
Was she locked [...]
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You wake yesterday.
Will peace wear worry?
The salt’s smile.
Fire’s translucent self.
Why?
Steel hole rot.
Less eternity.
Sad sky present.
The web soft to the night.
Trust and think.
Velvet voice star sail.
Sex from porcelain.
Embrace.
Melt.
Explore.
Change.
Linger to haunt
times secret.
Sacred with morning.
Healing see through
my window?
The rain’s sister.
Concrete bleeds.
Needle surrounds,
to the vein.
Numb.
Gray tear.
Summer tan.
Screaming hate.
Her habit debates.
Perhaps burned a
body for disease.
Hiding eyes pale
white curtains for
your thunder.
Ash [...]
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Among the fields of faded dreams
When day is done, or so it seems,
I stand beside the padlocked gate
And watch the evening as I wait,
While breezes call from shadows deep
As willows hang their heads and weep,
The dreams of evening speak to me
About the things they want to be.
New born beginnings, new romance,
Scattered windblown flowers dance,
Promises on [...]
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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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caught up in passion and pain
emptiness aches and destinations
unknown
bottomless void that holds nothing
and wraps itself around everything
a smile that hides behind an illusion
but really hasn’t it always been
masked by this great
divide
temporary addiction moving
from one thing to the next
filled by her only to be broken
filled by another only to be a token
of what might have been
on yet [...]
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Please don’t judge me by my face,
my religion or my race.
Please don’t laugh at what i wear,
or how I look or do my hair.
Please look a little deeper
way down inside,
and although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes, secrets lie
behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look a little deeper
and maybe [...]
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