Great and Rugged Pyrenees
Whose solid presence demands
Notice of lush valleys
And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -
Prevailing winds churn in wrath -
I stop to breathe in them;
You cut the horizon in half
And grip my eye with icy hands.
Your cohort - a mix of clouds -
Can't forever hide your majesty.
Seville looks on from the south;
Andorra claims the victory.
R recently, power outages takes us BACK - ward
E ven reading & commenting here is rare
A naya & Harry Horsman, Brian Sambourne, Lisa
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Do remind me how comments feed poets' souls
P.S. This is a thank you poem to those who read and comment to encourage me. REQUEST: Please comment especially on poets who have few readers or fewer comments, or may be new. I encouraged a new PS Poet from Andorra last week, but I did not understand the poem or language (Celtic?). I don't expect any response, but I'm glad we have poets from so many unusual places with talent & Ubuntu. Deo
PPS. I could not fix errors in my post, or edit ( until now), because our power supply in my province in RSA,vwas disrupted ( by supplier ESKOM) for 6 hours: Stage 6 loadshedding. FYI or shock, Google, "RSA: electricity, Eskom, corruption, death threats." See?
There was a Jewish man from Andorra
Who singed his rear end on a menorah
Sparks flew to his feet
Providing this treat
He sure danced one mean Chanukah hora
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Notes:
A menorah is the special Chanukah lamp lit for eight nights
The hora is a traditional Jewish/Israeli celebratory circle dance
a flower I am not
a contest I do not enter
I am a free spirit to share the world
of knowledge and a life for a moment
the wrench of eyes dropping tears
a nose to smell the wonder of bloom
as the tree soon to convey the memories of linden and teas
I walk the streets
the white narcissus of my teens past will bring me to a field long gone in the mountains of Andorra
an edelweiss to mix with your champagne
a flower wall I do not dance to your rhythms but my own
a voice to tell nothing but ears listening to operas my heart is full
the dandelion a miracle of generosity as the forager need to eat with the season.
The last of my trilogy of three for the day.
Are you ready to grin and bare so you can
see the brunt?
How About the Ending
Could it be that you are part of a certain crowd
For crying out loud heads have been in a cloud
And never, ever sure which way to finally go
Or in fact how really fast or if should be slow.
Until now, never knew what one premise is
Or when someone's life needed a new nemesis
Perhaps people periodically looking for a plethora
Of words left behind either in Pandora or Andorra.
Have you forgotten what was seven and four score
What a civil war was and soldiers were fighting for;
Many maneuvers and thoughts had been tried
And true and for you some poems I have supplied.
All of my profound poems are finished, over and done
Now how would you like to be the sane orderly one
Who somehow by an unknown crook who had a hook
Have all of them turned into one hell of a terrific book.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
ON THE TOUR BUS IN SAN MAR-ANDORRA-STEIN
“We are older than your George Washington;
We have the tallest fields of cotton
West of the Volga; and our castles are small
But all guaranteed to enthrall.......”
It appears this swing-a-cat country
With its pipsqueak army
Of skirt-swinging, fur-slippered,
Medieval-style soldiers carrying a halbard
Has a National Income less, if you please,
Than most big western companies.
Oil comes not in a pipelines, but a tube’ll do
(Costing many hundreds of roubles too.)
“McDonalds came here five years ago -
Their first restaurant east of the Po.
KFC will be coming next year -
It will be a national holiday here......”
I climb wearily back aboard
Our tour bus here abroad.
I don’t wish to seem quirky
But I’d rather be home in Albuquerque.
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Note
Verses in quotes are the tour guide voice. Other verses are the tourist’s
thoughts.
Disguised as an individual
Disguised as an individual
raised like a rebel lost in trouble
similar to Cain and able to science and recreating
maintaining and anticipating
anticipating and waiting
recreate what you believe
retrieve and receive
rave the patters
schooled with show pieces of mofat
radical pursuers
bulging sewers
pungent ambrosia
leaving you in hysteria
and filled with dilemma
send you to another
generising enterprising
thoughts through a government
of disease and hyperthermia
most cures to stop healing you
coughing over
no time four leaf clover
time to rewind
start over
misplaced with a sulk from the driver
live life large
with ads to fill the gaps in the flora
spaces left open
a gap in the core
more food for the poor
crusty laden
with Amadora
Andorra receding
countries of old
paged with scriptures
of the untold
sold to the highest bidder
left out to bitter
go stale impale
inhale exhale
the chains drive your fame
explanation
veins tearful with deep breath
in step with what is best
rest your pillow
hit me a willow
widow maker
under taker
phased illuminate
19/03/06 sun