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inhale (my heart)

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Frank Prem's avatarFrank Prem Poetry

Inspired by the phrase‘The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman.

This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

I strode the sands
once
of the chelsea
shoreline

walked
through the wavelets
on hampton beach

and where I strode
I raised
the salt flecks
in froth
and in the bubbles

to splash
on the shoreline
for me
it was
sublime

but in my heart
I retain
the leaves

the smell of eucalyptus
both dry
and green

I am overwhelmed
by their aroma
when walking
through forest

and I believe
that is where
my heart
resides

so I hold
the memories
of salt
inside me

all those times
of white spray
to recall

but I run my feet
through the leaves
at the base
of the woodland

crush
a green leaf

my heart

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3TC – Boy Scouts

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circle, wraps, buddy

“Okay, men, everyone follow me! Put on those inflated circle rings, we don’t want any sinkers! Find your buddy before jumping in. It’s the buddy system for safety, right men?”

The eight year old boys line up, discard their towel wraps and follow the leader into the lake.

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2019/11/14/three-things-challenge-55/

Terrible Poetry – Christmas

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Groceries hidden by Christmas fare

Oh, oh, see chocolate cherries there

A once a year treat I can’t resist

But is it too early? I need to resist

Passing by the long toy aisles

Stuffed animals with sewn on smiles

Since when are they giant sized

Maybe bedrooms are bigger, I surmised

After Thanksgiving I must indulge

Texan dancing Santa with tummy bulge?

I think I’ll stick with my mini tree

Add a few lights, happy me.

https://chelseaannowens.com/2019/11/09/the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-46/

dVerse Poets Thankfulness

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Autumn leaves strewn on the table

Napkins folded around the silver

Snow falling outside to play in later

Football droning in another room

Children sneaking pickles off the relish plate

Mom stirring mashed potatoes

Dad carving the turkey for a platter

Teenagers counting heads and finding extra chairs

Finally everyone is seated and quiet

The youngest at the table starts, “Thank you God. . .”

***

https://dversepoets.com/2019/11/14/thankfulness/#like-19003

Word of the Day: Ransom

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“Sit there and be quiet. It won’t take long for Mike to give your folks the ransom note.” Joe squiggled in his seat, and tried to pull off the blindfold. “No use doing that but if you try it again, I’ll tie your hands too.”

Joe was only twelve but he had read plenty of crime comics and wondered why they were asking for ransom? His family had no money. He recognized the voices as the troublemakers at school, but they were bigger and bullies, so he didn’t dare cross them. It was Jack who did all the talking now, but wherever Mike was, Jack was too.

He didn’t really feel afraid, just curious. Joe wondered what they would do with him once his family couldn’t pay? He thought of his mom and how scared she would be. He thought of his dad and what he’d do to them once he knew who they were. He started fidgeting in his chair and was increasingly nervous. “You know my dad, don’t you, Jack? He’s going to be really mad. Why are you doing this? We don’t have money.”

“Your dad works at the bank, don’t he? He’s got money. Once he knows we’ll hurt you if he don’t pay, he’ll get the money.” By this time Joe was more frightened. He knew his dad wouldn’t do it and when he didn’t? Then after they were through doing whatever they said in the ransom note, he was even afraid for Mike and Jack.

“Look, you know my dad. You know how he can be. He won’t give you money and he’ll hunt you down if you hurt me. Give it up, Jack.”

Mike runs into the room looking sweaty and white. “Let him go, Jack. It’s not gonna work. And we need to get out of here, maybe out of town. Joe’s dad is right behind me.”

With that the two sixteen year old boys ran out, leaving Joe in the chair. Joe’s dad ran in, picked him up and hugged him. “Are you all right, son? Did they hurt you?”

Joe was surprised at the sign of affection from his father but just hugged him back, really tight. “I’m okay now, dad.”

https://cyranny.com/2019/11/14/ransom-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-50591