boy of eighteen driving a restless volkswagen
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
finding cool music by santana on the tune dex
finding tanned chicks in bikinis riding stingrays
riding cool like cats cruising for cheeseburgers
blond surfer chicks wearing beads from mexico
hitchhiking at noon for a ride to San Bernardino
bumming cigarettes with cleavages and lipstick
seeking bootleg kisses in the front seat of a ford
rapping stories about the rolling stones concert
talking tales of fuzz box nookie in the parking lot
boy of eighteen cruising the big circle in corona
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
M-angoes
A-re
R-ipe,
Y-ielding
G-olden
R-ichness
A-nd
C-harming
E-legance
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mary Grace P. Bernardino)
Lumbar ladies stroll by as the night sedans plunder the ho-dad hostels.
Looking to find nothing except another dozing cigarette beyond the cadenzas.
Another hot afternoon in suburbia with the repeated barkings of a distant dog.
Billy boy in his red asphalt-eating machine turns the dial to San Bernardino.
There is cool music bobbing in the hot accepting winds, south of Dragons Head.
In smoggy Corona, the dizzy Volkswagens travel in circles like demented dogs.
Billy boy guns the engine as he and the Mexican chick cruise in a ’67 beetle.
They pass the Chuck Wagon, as Slim Harpo melts the sun with Little Liza Jane.
Traffic signals, and the elderberry trees, pretend to dance to the muted cadences.
The hot afternoon winds play their own love-games as Billy boy comes to a stop.
Brown-eyed señorita with long hair flowing tells Billy boy to turn up the sound.
‘Music is life,’ she says, as the red asphalt-eating machine turns left at 6th Street.
Lumbar ladies stroll by now as the night sedans receive the night’s embrace.
At City Park, Billy and his latin lady sleep soundly in the cottonwood darkness.
M-orbid
A-ilment
R-eleases
Y-ucky
G-rime's
R-isk
A-pplying
C-ontagious
E-eriness
B-y
E-mploying
R-abid
N-astiness
A-s
R-ampaging
D-isease
I-mplements
N-otorious
O-rdeal
Topic: Birthday of Mary Grace P. Bernardino (June 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-egards
A-nd
Y-early
&
M-essage
A-bout
R-ings
Y-ield
G-reetings
R-ightfully
A-pplying
C-ouple's
E-uphoria
Topic: Anniversary of Ray & Mary Grace Bernardino (April 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-ame
H-as
E-mployed
S-imple
B-irthday
E-vent's
R-apturous
N-ote
A-s
R-ighteous
D-edication
I-s
N-icely
O-ffered
Topic: Birthday of Nhes E. Bernardino (December 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-atural
H-eaven's
E-ffulgence
S-hows
B-rightness
E-rasing
R-ainy
N-ight
A-s
R-adiant
D-awn
I-n
N-ewness
O-pens
Topic: Birthday of Nhes E. Bernardino (December 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-est
U-ntil
B-rand new home
E-ndows long life,
N-ice place and delight free of pain and strife.
Topic: Death of Bro. Ruben Bernardino, Sr. (March 23, 2018)
Form: Acrostic Tetractys
R-adiant
A-tmosphere
Y-ou
B-ehold
E-rases
R-ainy
N-ight
A-s
R-esplendent
D-awn
I-s
N-aturally
O-pening
Topic: Birthday of Ray Bernardino (October 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
F-ind
L-oveliness
O-nce
R-ay
A-nd
B-eacon
E-mit
L-ight
L-etting
B-eauty
E-xpose
R-adiant
N-iceness
A-s
R-ainy
D-arkness
I-s
N-ow
O-bliterated
Topic: Birthday of Florabell Bernardino (September 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west
San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south
This is his rite of passage
His coming of age
How he’s yearned
For his spiritual journey
To become a man
Thirsting to prove his bravery
Alone he wanders the barren Mojave
Facing the elements
And challenges head on
Datura in hand for nights of visions
He'll forge his unique one-on-one bond
With the universe and its mysteries
Bam bam bam echoes of drumming
Till the spirits of his ancestors
The lingering chants of Navaho
Guide him to the oasis of manhood
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest MID OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
yesterday was last year,today clay promises lay broken upon the party floor,we awaken hungover to death crying as liquor induced wishes help us cope with this new year,are we mad dogs chasing our own tales?while San bernardino cries and Paris weeps.
ROUND WORLD NO SIDES
Tragically, while our country's weep,
we'll be nice to Nice, and hold up France.
We are bruised and beaten bloody red,
holding down Baton Rouge's dismal stance.
The children fall and forever sleep
in Nice, they're cold in Sandy Hook.
Adults are lost in Bernardino,
Orlando, and everywhere we look.
Whose turn is next to be a black sheep,
typecast by color and then oppressed?
Carnage of Cowboys and Indians,
now play Cops and Robbers out west.
What are the religions we should keep,
in belief of one or many gods?
Religions for good and for the love
are together, viciously at odds.
Broadcasts of NASA with a furtive peek,
we seek aliens so benevolent.
in ignorance and dull denial,
that on earth we are malevolent.
Political hatred, yes we heap,
on friend, neighbor, sister or brother.
In slander and in backbiting brawl,
proving we don't love one another.
When do we all take that quantum leap,
learning about compassion faster?
If we see that we each own ourselves,
will there be need for slave or master?
By Edlynn Nau
© July 19, 2016
The Horror of San Bernardino
By Franklin Price
12/4/2015
The horror of San Bernardino
With celebration in the air
A pair without good reason
Killed and wounded many there
No doubt the killers Muslim
Part of a rising trend
Must destroy the Muslim radicals
Bring this terror to an end
Can't wait another moment
Must come up with a plan
To stop other heartless killers
Make all efforts that we can
Must analyze the causes
For the needless killing there
Must eliminate the reasons
Yet proceed somewhat with care
For not all Muslims radical
No matter what we think
The majority are innocents
Not all to terror linked
If we make the wrong decisions
And we target Muslims all
We'll worsen the conditions
Have nothing left to break the fall
The leaders of good Muslims
Must come out and make a stand
Condemn the killing radicals
Must help stop them we demand
If they don't soon stand up
Maybe I'm not thinking right
Maybe they are closet terrorists
Waiting to join a losing fight
Another shooting
steals many innocent souls
in California.
How many more lives
must be lost before we stop
this gun craziness?
Citizens do not
need machine guns and armor
to live peacefully.
Stop the madness of
angry folk taking their spite
out on the blameless.
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