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My father´s radio

I remember when I was young I was with my dad in our ranch, and he had set up a contraption on the table. At the time I didn’t know what it was, I just knew that it was a big box with some knobs and needles to indicate something, and while I was looking at that contraption my dad was wrapping some copper wire to a slim but big square of wood. Afterwards, he told me what he was doing, he was making an antenna for the contraption, which was like a radio, at first I remember not understanding because I hadn´t seen that kind of radios in my life, he then told me how that was a long distance radio that could pick up signals from really far away. The next day I noticed how he always liked to listen to the radio, in total he has 3 high quality radios that he uses, although he used to have four, one of them was accidentally destroyed by me when I was a little kid, he usually uses his radio to hear some soccer games, but once in a while he uses part of his time to listen to other stations from around the world. He has told me that when he was a student, he heard the news from other countries and learned how radios work, it is quite fascinating. I believe that his love for radios started since he was a child and he bought a HAM radio kit and he assembled it, then when he was a teen he worked on summer break and what he decided to do during that vacation was to buy something for his dad. So he bought a radio that was expensive at the time, and that is when he really got a passion for them, at the beginning I didn’t understand why he liked to use them so much, but then I understood that it was because he has used them all his life and he does not need to see an image to imagine what is happening, that is why he can easily hear a soccer match or a college football game without losing focus. This love for radios made my dad a great listener, he can listen to people for hours, and that is something I was not aware until now.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was a prose poem created for a school project

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Before the rise of the morning sun

Blistering sunbeams made breathing sweltering

being in an underground bunker no side entrances allowed to be opened

purified air was not approved until seven in the new evening I in my mind 

wondered why ?

this was not the promise made six months ago by the new ones in charge.

I realize my thinking of this living world had been so foolish in the wait

It was a good thing i had planned back before the power grid was not everj

going to work again in this life

 

I had to make contact with my children right away,

each one knew something was going on in what was left

of the former life.

 

I had an old cell phone to connect to them

but I had to wait until night time when everyone was in the fresh air

break for an hour.

 

I was able to get inside an old phone booth still insulated from the old blast.

 

Randy answered on the first ring mom where are you ? I told him Im fine.

Now listen to me son and tell your sister too to get out of the house tonight 

with your children and hers. Tell her I said it was life if you left or your deaths if you

stayed there

.

I told them to meet me at the old mill place five miles into the woods

and ten miles where the fishing pond was located.

 

Randy I said tell her this is the end of days I was telling you and your sister about.

Tell her and her husband too not to take the mark. I know its hard but if they do 

they will never see God.

Tell your sister to pack all the food flashlights and candles

she can get into her car. Tell her husband just belevie what Im saying is the truth.

 

Son tell your children thier mother to come and pack food blankets heaters and clothing.

Bring your bible. This will explain the last days whats coming next and some decisions you all have to make

in the coming times.

 

Randy hung up told his kids to get moving no questions asked . Tara wanted to wait for more time. Randy told her

I called and to them to get out of the house or life would end for them. Randy yelled lets go why would Mom lie about this tara?

You have made no effort to contact mom.

Mom has nothing to lose by telling us the truth. You and I did not listen to her.

Its happening now ,Mom told me where we should meet her at a safe place. We have to move now.

 

Two hours later we were all there packages being put away in the hollowed cave. Cars were parked on the side of the cave

not seen from the outside . I walked over to my family said I am glad you are all here. I have missed you all. Listen to me

please  Tara and Randy these are the last days. The mark has been told to be placed on everyone that has not gotten it yet.

 

If you do you will lose your soul and never see God. Tara we need to work together to survive these last years.

I need you to help me fix up the storage site with all of the supplies you brought. All the rest have to go into the sleeping spaces I made in the last two years.

Randy and your Randy need to secure everything around this place. The kids will stay with all of us nor be away from us at anytime.

Before we do lets pray first Father I thank you for your words of ringing true. I thank you for your love mercy joy bestowed upon us this day. Father let hearts be mended for ever. Let salvation truly come to this household today. Father I ask for Godly wisdom, knowledge and discernment in the days to come.

May your coming be like a light signing in the darkest hour.

 

We love you and welcome you in our lives forever in Jesus name amen.

Lets go get this complete before the rise of the morning sun.

 

 




 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my children

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I'm a Mess

 

Life is throwing curveballs,
My family is a mess, 
It's falling apart.
My love wants someone else,
He doesn't know, I know. 
So the pain goes on,
Never lets me go. 
No peace, no silence. 
My mind is constantly screaming. 
If it's not one thing, 
It's another. 
I love him more than I can say,
I would never put him through,
this kind of pain. 
I'm 6 months pregnant,
She's the only thing that makes me smile.  
I'm a mess,
I can't stop crying,
I can't stop saying "sorry",
I haven't done any of these things.
I haven't caused anyone pain,  
I have no reason to be sorry. 
I'm mad, 
I'm happy, 
I'm sad, 
I'm broken, 
Looking for the glue,
Gotta put myself together again, 
I've got 3 months to figure it out, 
So I can be the mommy I need to be, 
Wearing a mask everyday, 
Here's the smile, 
But my eyes don't smile, 
Like they once did. 
I'm a fake, 
I'm a sham, 
Really don't know who I am. 
I'm a mess, 
I'm a train wreck,
Bet you can't stop watching,
What will happen next? 
I'm a mess. 
I'm failing this test. 
Feeling like Humpty Dumpty, 
But there's no kings horses, 
And there's no kings men's. 
It's only me, 
To put myself together again. 
I'm a mess, 
It's all a wreck. 
 
©Unpublished work by Shanell M. March 26,2016
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My Grandfather's Cologne



 

My Grandfather’s Cologne



“How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I got the scent of cologne from the room across the hall.” A question to which I simply replied: “A lot!” My uncle then went on to tell me how much of a “Santos” I really was. “Santos” is my grandfather’s, my mother’s father, last name. My grandfather is a man who is always neatly combed and is always dressed up for every occasion, no matter how casual the circumstance be. Although my grandfather knows how to tidy up on a daily basis, his “secret weapon,” as he calls it, is ultimately his cologne. My grandfather to this very day keeps telling me that the key to a woman’s heart is always and will always be cologne. My grandfather taught me how to use cologne and all the certain characteristics about cologne, never too much, but not a small amount, either. For as long as I can remember, my grandfather always, but I mean always, has cologne on. Everyday of the week he has a different type of cologne and they all have their unique smell that allure people just like how the sirens allure sailors in myth. I remember that as a child the most exciting part of my vacation would always be walking into my grandfather’s closet. As soon as I go into his closet I get the same smell you get at one of the retail stores’ section where you sample cologne. It is a smell that I love and it keeps getting better. I finally come to the part of the closet, which is solely my grandfather’s, and there, sitting at the top of his shelf are about 150 different types of colognes. The first time I saw this as a young child, I was in a trans because of all the different colored bottles, the shapes, and especially by the different fragrance of every single cologne. My grandfather would occasionally catch me praising his masterful collection of colognes that he would even let me choose one for me especially. He has also taught me everything there is to know about cologne because one day I actually put on about ten different types of cologne, which led to smell awful. Nowadays I actually live with my grandparents and every day my grandmother says “You smell better than you did yesterday.” I also sometimes hear my grandmother tell my grandfather in a sarcastic way that he has wasted more money on cologne that what he has on her, which I think is honestly true.

 

 

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His time will come

When he will learn

Life isn't given on a silver platter

 

His time will come

When he will learn

Not everyone wants to be part of him

 

His time will come

When he will learn

Not everyone will obey his command and whim

 

His own child

His time has come

He has learnt 

That the world doesn't revolve around him

 

His time will come

When he will learn

There is more to life than revenge

 

His time will come

When he will learn

There is peace beyond forgiveness

 

His time will come

When he will learn

I'm not as timid as he perceives... 

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perfect family

You sat and stared.

I was a child, did you even care?

Seeing him cause me pain, Quiet you stayed.

Abandond is how I felt, not sure what to do with the cards I was delt.

You were tired and had enough, so you let me take the brunt.

You say you love me, if that is true your idea of love is severly skewed.

Perfect family we play, but the memories still remain of my treament from day to day, and how you had nothing to say.

 

 

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Drift

" The Decline of Everything Collection ." Dark literature for a Diminishing World . "
Pendleton, Oregon   May 2015


Drift


The part of me under stress
drenched in urban , post traumatic duress.
Family`s death
wife left
life diminishes with every breath
now the cracked foundation
of the interstate holds less.


I am in search of a hearse ,
of death I am not averse.
Point the barrel at my brain ,
watch the temple topple
burst in pain .
In vain I search for a way out
of the dreams
of ashen
and polluted
rain ,
where others fall
as I climb
denying my gain .


The whole of me under stress
as I contemplate the terminal duress.
The hopeless drifter
highway litter
feet blistered
body shivers
I am a stranger
amid a twister

quiet as a whisper .

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Drift

" The Decline of Everything Collection ." Dark literature for a Diminishing World . "
Pendleton, Oregon   May 2015


Drift


The part of me under stress
drenched in urban , post traumatic duress.
Family`s death
wife left
life diminishes with every breath
now the cracked foundation
of the interstate holds less.


I am in search of a hearse ,
of death I am not averse.
Point the barrel at my brain ,
watch the temple topple
burst in pain .
In vain I search for a way out
of the dreams
of ashen
and polluted
rain ,
where others fall
as I climb
denying my gain .


The whole of me under stress
as I contemplate the terminal duress.
The hopeless drifter
highway litter
feet blistered
body shivers
I am a stranger
amid a twister

quiet as a whisper .

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Drift

" The Decline of Everything Collection ." Dark literature for a Diminishing World . "
Pendleton, Oregon   May 2015


Drift


The part of me under stress
drenched in urban , post traumatic duress.
Family`s death
wife left
life diminishes with every breath
now the cracked foundation
of the interstate holds less.


I am in search of a hearse ,
of death I am not averse.
Point the barrel at my brain ,
watch the temple topple
burst in pain .
In vain I search for a way out
of the dreams
of ashen
and polluted
rain ,
where others fall
as I climb
denying my gain .


The whole of me under stress
as I contemplate the terminal duress.
The hopeless drifter
highway litter
feet blistered
body shivers
I am a stranger
amid a twister

quiet as a whisper .

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