High atop budding maple Sounds a call, of a natural staple The shrill of the Cardinal announcing loud Spring has arrived with rain and cloud Puffed up proud, red crimson breast Red-olive-colored females, so impressed. Fluttering dives well orchestrated Welcoming Spring so long awaited "Showing off"Blackened face, burnt orange beak, Seeds and insects are what … Continue reading “The Cardinal’s Call” by Raymond Roy #poetry
In the spirit of reaching those that have had good or bad experiences in Foster care, as well as to those considering being a Foster parent, a little kindness and understanding goes along way. Before discipline and punishment, please consider love and guidance. Many of these kids won’t trust you, or perhaps cant be trusted because that is what the world has taught them. Over 40 years later my healing from the one year with this harsh Foster parent continues. He is gone of this earth, this is part of his legacy. The first step in forgiveness is understanding, understanding to learning, learning to choices. My choice is to share and empower others. Peace.
I learned that you are dead.
Although words say you have passed, your cruel deeds committed by you to me as a child still lingered for decades.
You might have softened and treated your own children better than you treated your foster children.
I had a condition you judged as a plea for attention. Rather than love and understanding you provided physical and verbal abuse.
Perhaps you learned cruelty from those that mistreated you. I have pity for you or anyone in that circumstance if that was the case.
Perhaps you thought you taught discipline and tough love. You were mistaken.
I learned from you how it was to feel neglected and mistreated.
Because others that showed me what unconditional Love was, I was given the gift of learning that not all in the world were evil and cruel.
With this gift I have strived to the best of my…
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“This” is a masterful piece of work. A story, a poem within a story. “This” is an example of what I aspire to create someday.
And this life has always been a mystery, to you, to me and to Kashiv. He doesn’t usually go out and when he does he spends the whole day in one place, staring at the sky, mountains and the forest.
He shares a kinship to everything around him flowers, light and pebbles. He likes being one with the nature and so strips himself and lies naked under the shade of the tall tree he does not know the name of.
In time his body will be covered with dirt, mud and dry leaves. He will be no different than a dead man, buried.
No one knows what goes inside that head of his, that is if he has one; and so no one can tell what he feels or understands or experiences when he does this little act of madness.
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Scrolling through my email..click down button and then look away. Why is it so hard to concentrate. My boss's eyes burning on the back of my head. "Jacob". he sidled to my left. "Oh, hey Boss,"I blurted out. He had a warm smile, "Just saying good morning", "Ga-go-good morning Mr. Springer." What the hell is … Continue reading “Spam” by Raymond Roy
The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees. Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder. Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand. Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and … Continue reading The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry
Wild blueberry season was in full bloom. Samantha and Sarah sat with their bucket on the hillside as they weren't permitted to pass over the bridge to the fields. Frustrated, "What the Heck? Who ever heard of toll bridge that only takes credit cards. " Samantha grumbled. "Look at all the heavy bushes on the … Continue reading Blueberry Hill By Raymond Roy #FffAW #humor
Hypnotic embers, a lavanous symphony culminating with a gaseous crackling POP! Tiny meteor, a glowing spark shoots toward my face, landing just under my lower lip. I snap out of my dream state. I think nothing of it. Back home, yawning, Monday morning mirror, Oddly, a soul patch had grown in overnight where the ember … Continue reading 20$ on pump two (the vengeful soul patch) by Raymond Roy #Fffaw Flash fiction
Friends with Benefits by Raymond Roy Flutter flutter flutter, the golden finch landed on my open palm. CRRack! Splitting open one of the many jet black sunflower seeds I held. “Finch”, “You are a truly handsome creature”. “Thank you” Finch replied. And you are a gracious human being. I so enjoyed our mornings together. “Finch, … Continue reading Friends With Benefits By Raymond Roy #FFfAW
Raven, Brother Raven..... Raven, Brother Raven, Is there a message that you bring? Mysteriously different from other birds, who choose to chirp and sing. Raven, Brother Raven, Blue-steeled feathers, ebony-onyx colored eyes, Curiosity and character,I'm bewildered at your size Raven, Brother Raven, Poe did quoeth you "Nevermore", with his somewhat twisted mind, Natives legends infer, … Continue reading Raven, Brother Raven by Raymond Roy. #Poetry #FlashFiction
Image Credit: Dion Kaszas In remembrance of a good man I am standing still in a bit of shock, others walk toward a ticking clock. A legacy begins, life story complete, knowing God, has prepared a seat, Crooked smile, slicked back hair, to us “Uncle Larry”, to Aunty Mackie, simply,” Lair”. Cigarette hanging, and happy … Continue reading Legacy