Tornado Warning
all of its might was soon aired
But Haskell was spared.
My husband and I watch a show
Which was aired quite a long time ago –
In 1955;
(Were you even alive?)
Think of all that those folks didn’t know!
For a panel of four had to guess
Occupations, so they would address
Guests with questions for clues
About topics they’d choose
To be answered with “No” or with “Yes.”
Certain jobs were exotic back then,
Like “psychiatrist” (strictly for men)
Or a skunk-breeding guy
Or a worm raiser (why?)
Which led up to the big moment when…
It was time for the mystery guest,
Who would leave everybody impressed;
So the panel was masked
For, of course, they were tasked
With a name-that-celebrity quest.
In the days before Google and such,
Which today is a much-needed crutch,
Simple games could be played
And intelligence weighed
In a manner with which we’ve lost touch.
I'd heard a story some years ago of thirteen cautions let it be known.'
On gordon brown (prime minister then) about lewd acts with young
Boys not men!
And not uoon the sports field (you'll now ken!) Reuters knew yet a
Story ever aired.? How badly could all news sources be impaired?
Hello to all soupers.. My best wishes to all.. I am trying to get to grips with a
Narrative account, of a meeting I had way back in 1994 which only popped back
In my mind January of 2023.' It is mentally difficult to recall the exact sequence
Of dialogue.. Not least because I know now this ( random meeting ) with what I
Now know was a 'w e 'f operative had me initially be- moaning human overpopulation
And its 'so called' detrimental effects on the planet.' It was me who started the talk
To the complete stranger who I have never seen since..I validated the event by checking
Lectures in the university he noted the was working..And some of what I considered
Unworkable ideas that I aired on the day I now see coming into existence in our world
I had obviously picked up ' some ideaology' also 15 years prior? So It seems from what
I see spoken at davos.. and catchphrases I have some part in our current predicament
Which I need to address, and it is a mental stress..I will finish now, I hope to get on I
Could finish this in a few hours now, but it's so depressing.'
I may get on to make the odd comment but please bear with
Me? All the best, all my love.'
the cast
and call…we’re tight
the shelves are high and tip
of toes supposed to lift…must ask
for help
Winter's rehearsal seen in late Autumn,
white flush of sensations aired —
voice sang, caught on her drift...
Yes, No, or later
Miracle man
10/21/2024
God,
Oft times in prayer I’ve aired my wants to thee,
and many times You’ve became my arbitrator.
Because You saw a future that I couldn’t see,
Your answer wasn’t yes or no, but perhaps later.
I know not what might lie in wait ahead,
and things I want are not always best for me.
God’s voice to me I must always firmly imbed,
so that in prayer He will always hear my plea.
would be best
if our actions and tongues
spoke the same language
would be best
if our actions our words
truly expressed
would be best
if our words honestly
professed
would be blessed
our personal lives
our politics
if all the lies
were aired
and addressed
Lightened by truth
before one's soul is weighed
and processed
Hate Speech
Miracle Man
4/22/2024
Hate speech is always abusive,
and disrupting.
It never gives thought to the mind
its corrupting.
Hate speech is rampant throughout,
the land.
And with each sunrise the flames,
are fanned.
Perhaps we’ll agree to disagree,
some future day.
So that each faction is granted,
a peaceful say.
Laying dormant are feelings,
awaiting exposure.
Many feel the need to be aired,
for closure.
Protest actions now go beyond,
free speech.
And when this happens others rights,
they breach.
Why is my salary any business of yours
or yours any business of mine
Remember when we aired out our laundry
on strictly private clotheslines
Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a silent song upon the air.
Melody of fading ember,
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart, a tenuous tune
flirting with a bold maroon moon.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.
Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her legacy.
Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.
Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.
Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a lilting song upon the air.
Symphony of fading cinder
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart a mild melody
flirting with a sweet revelry.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.
Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents, Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her canopy.
Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.
Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.
First buds emerge in velvet cocoons
As dank, dark mornings transform
Into frost clad, bright, clean-aired dawns.
Grass laden heavy with dew,
Nectar of nature to sustain awakening creatures.
From deepest winter slumbers,
To drink deep the anticipation held in each drop.
Static in the air, in our hair, as crunched grasses
Make way for warming days, milky moons,
And pearlescent sun shards melting
The cold of winter soil.
Grass, long since recoiled after long summer
Parching, burnt and bruised,
Now tender and sweet, shoots pushing
Up through the loamy layers of frost bitten ground.
The scents of spring, almost imperceptible
Yet nonetheless I feel them set my belly to flight
The excitement for some unknown event,
As though a celebratory feast,
Honoured to be invited to.
Tingling in extremities, no longer from cold
But now in joy, in pleasure,
In the fruitfulness we know to come to pass,
When spring finally announces her arrival
Once more.
“My music is best understood
by children and animals.”
_Igor Stravinsky
So rapturous is music with its sounds
that stir emotions deep within the heart;
to enter in a realm that has no bounds
in soothing mind and body from the start.
So rapturous is music, it can draw
earth species both on land and sea to come
and listen to the source, transfixed in awe-
alone or with a group, entranced become.
Mysterious, how music casts a spell
with dulcet sounds that soon beguile the mind;
and as we humans know it very well-
so do our earthly creatures, now we find.
The joyous sound of music, widely shared-
can rapture all who listen while it is aired.
Birthday candles burn bright,
flame blown away to flicker faint for future fate,
not in sight.
Life’s festive glow,
sequined sheen designs dream ornate
tableau.
Joy aired,
elation great,
shared.
Birthday candles burn bright,
sequined sheen designs dream ornate
shared.
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