City life, for kids, before the onslaught of helicopter parents and mandatory parental involvement in every aspect of growing up. We played baseball, no umpires, the bases pieces of cardboard, scratched in dirt, or chalked on the pavement. Four neighborhoods abutted each other. We, the children of the game, formed teams, formed an impromptu “league”. On one of these occasions when a game was “scheduled” team A came up short of the mandatory nine. Team B would allow one of its players to play for team A. The proof that this did not hurt team A’s chances of winning became evident the day Billie, (we’ll call her Billy to protect the legend), came to bat in the last inning and singled home the winning run for team A.
After the game Billie walked home with the rest of our team. She looked a bit sheepish and we did sort of give her the business. We all knew it didn’t matter which team you played for because the game demanded you play your best and hold your head high in both victory and defeat.
Categories:
abutted, baseball, growing up,
Form: Prose
Olvera Street
It's where we're spending Mother’s Day
Children run around La Calle, and play
La placita de Olvera Street
Family's coming, it’s where we’ll meet
We’ll do some shopping with the merchants there
Spend time at the Candela Shop Square
Spiced and decorated, colorful and unusual candles
Buy a pair of huaraches, traditional Mexican sandals
Time for a new peasant blouse and a shirt that says Chicana
We’ll lunch at the famous taquitos place and listen to some Mana
Olvera Street is in the oldest part of Downtown Los Angeles, California, USA
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Historic Monument. Historically, it abutted the original Chinatown, which was later removed to its modern location to make way for Union Station. There are 27 buildings of various ages still standing.
Los Angeles was founded in 1781 by Spanish pobladores, on a site southeast of today's Olvera Street near the Los Angeles River. They consisted of 11 families and were accompanied by a few Spanish soldiers. The new town was named El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora Reina de los Ángeles.
Categories:
abutted, celebration, mothers day,
Form: Rhyme
Lignum vitae
With and within you
I myself begin
And likewise, end.
Although our seeds are different,
yet we were grown from the same soil.
You are my origin:
By and into you I’m likewise continued.
My hands are rooted from yours,
even my trunk is delicately proceeded high above by you
and, with your embrace, you make it strong; storm-resistant.
The mystic pattern of our annual growth rings
is already abutted each other.
From the depth of your very heart mine is also sprouted:
from your trunk my heart-strings;
my own branches ramify, just to touch yours
bowing and leaning on each other
gently, as lovers do;
entwined and interweaved.
It is our time to bloom:
our twigs and leaves are likewise born
as proof of verdure springtime.
And, you'll see, the flowers of the present are going to
transform into the fruits of time to come.
With you my crown becomes complete
and, at last, we are whole now,
we are undivided,
we are
one.
...Although our seeds are different
yet we were grown from the same soil.
With and within you
I myself begin
And… likewise, end.
Categories:
abutted, love, nature, tree, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
change, poetess, poetry, poets, word play, write, writing,
Brain ‘Fly By’ Writer/Righter©
I need a fresh 'brain-poet’ tongue twist
My editing with ‘guess work’ is on the fly
And makes me become one sour 'baked sugar pie’
But, I am fifty percent correct with Spell Check here
It takes just one flick of the wrist, to be brought on hand
Best invention since the ‘worded’ dictionary in Poet-land!
Editing tools cannot be bought, bribed or 'dreamt' just learned
All works abutted into bad grammatical writs do become burned
And won’t ‘rise’ into full creativity level and will be marked
I need a computerized (edited) grammatical ‘checking tool, please
This would make #2 ‘inventiveness’ since Poetry 101 the schooled way!!!
Categories:
abutted, change, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Verse
Could it be
That we will never be?
It cannot be
That we played with fire
Without playing the lyre
Could it be
That you are a liar?
Ready to jump into the pyre
My heart does bleed
And plead
For Mercy
I am Capricious
Even Luscious
In your bed
Always coloured red
Yet
You abutted
Never Pretentious
I am Anxious
Could it be
That you do not agree?
With my Faith
What would become of me
Should you let me be?
Without my Side
You will truly Hide
Your eternal Pain
In Vain.
Written in 2011
This is my first poem on PS. I started with this one. I love it as it made of me a poet, appreciated by a poetry community. Though now, I have learnt to love myself as well as the skies. Love can be about understanding and patience rather than despair.
Categories:
abutted, love, romance,
Form: Dramatic Monologue