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Staring teary eyed and awed from within our atmospheric cocoons,
we witnessed the appearance of the first of seven dancing moons.
As Primora, the closest sun, sank into the marbled vapor of the north,
and Extran, the highest and farthest followed it forth,
gleaming, mineral crested, curling, wind swept cliffs,
sent double shadows across the multi colored mists.
From within the fizzling aurora of a streaking star
debuted the brass colored moon, Alacazar,
followed by Splitz and Hoboken
and it’s circling asteroid, Token,
reflecting their eerie light on the myriad acid pools,
like funhouse mirrors breaking all the known rules.
When the last of Extran’s static rays disappeared,
the acid lakes and puddles suddenly mirrored
four of the moons, gem colored cliffs and a meteor shower.
We looked at each other and cried at this beauteous power
where an atmosphere much too hostile to survive,
with it’s sunset that reinforced we were alive,
imparted in our hearts an eternal, loving attitude,
Of faith in our Maker and profound gratitude.
We turned and slowly power drifted away,
But in our beings that sunset is here to stay.
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Not Just Any Sunset" contest
written 8/20/11
Indeed Columbus knew
Our planet isn’t flat
When in 1492
He found the missing half!
And beheld the land’s corn
And potatoes — unearthed
And green beans galore
That vegetated forth.
Wherein squashes of size
And tomatoes emerged
While the peppers surprise
Gave cuisine a surge.
At the same time, debuted,
Avocados, divine,
Sweet-potato root
And the pineapple find.
Moreover — vanilla,
And the strawberry gem
Plus chocolate, the thriller
— From the Americas, stem.
Plus peanuts in pods
Pecans and cashews . . .
Thus, let us thank G-d
For great recent foods!
for my ever so intelligent, beautiful granddaughter, Juliette
Waking in the garden,
she was the lone bloomer out today-
Peeking from behind her petals,
she saw a few faint sunshine rays-
Soaking in their goodness,
but wanting company-
She sang a melancholy song,
sweet with melody-
Her delicate face smiled,
when she thought she heard a lark-
But it splashed around the birdbath,
then flew off to a near-by park-
“Sweet Juliet” was strong in nature-
all roses knew that true-
But standing alone in the garden,
was beginning to make her blue-
The garden entry was opening,
she could hear the creaking gate,
And saw the ‘ole time gardener,
give his head a shake,
“Well, pretty little lady,”
he said right into her face,
“Bet you’re kind of lonely here,
inside this rose bed place“
Spring was making its entry,
very late into the year,
And “Sweet Juliet,” was finding it,
very hard to quell her fear-
She knew she’d be tended well,
by those hired to give her care-
But usually by this time of year,
there’d be flowers everywhere-
This quaint little English garden,
did not like the winter cold,
And “Sweet Juliet” was wondering,
how much longer her stem would hold-
Then for a moment she was startled,
when upon the ground she saw-
Cornu aspersum - a garden snail,
looking at her in awe-
Her beauty could not be denied,
with cupped rosette form of old-
A popular choice for brides to be,
a “Sweet Juliet” bouquet to hold-
Of 15,000 cultivated varieties,
She’s referred to as the £3 million rose,
After high costs and 14 years of breeding,
She debuted in 2006 flower shows-
She is the royalty of many gardens-
with her peachy-apricot hued blooms-
And not to go unappreciated,
is the scent of her tea-rose perfume-
Well protected through the winter,
with burlap enclosures ‘round her rows-
She’s safe in inclement weather,
and out of reach from cold winds that blow-
It took four weeks for the chill to go,
and the clouds to float away-
“Sweet Juliet” awoke to a buzzing sound,
and knew that spring was here to stay-
She glanced at the roses around her,
and smiled because she wasn’t alone-
For nothing gave her greater joy,
Then having friends to share her home-
When early rose the sun,
came first steps and a smile.
Humane, you were the one
to give and never tire.
Not just a house, you said,
we're building on their dreams,
not just a door of wood,
an entryway to hope.
Cheerful at dawn's break,
never to complain.
Weathered but not weary
with hammer in your hand,
you caught not one but two
buses before light.
You worked till stars debuted
as crickets lullabied.
Never too tired to help,
you're rugged, strong and kind.
Never cruel words spoken,
you're merciful heart shines.
One touch of your hand,
one word from your lips,
one act from your heart,
you brighten dark days
with your selflessness.
You chase the bees and find
flowers in full bloom.
You face the wind and stand
like tallest mountain.
You reach out with arms wide
to embrace the world
and inspire all to love.
I strive to be like you,
the kindest soul I know.
Written 2/10/17 for Random Acts of Kindness Contest
It debuted in the sixties, and was an immediate star.
This model was within the genus of the family sports car.
The first generation was among the sportiest in its day.
This automobile was manufactured by Chevrolet.
With a powerful V-8 under its hood,
this new breed of car proved to be quite good.
It appeared in lieu of a four-seater Corvette.
The Camaro was one of the best anyone could get.
It was the product of General Motors’ brightest engineers.
Five generations rolled off assembly lines for thirty-five years.
Unfortunately, this model was discontinued recently.
There has been more emphasis on fuel efficiency.
It was also victimized by accelerated depreciation.
As a result, sales decreased throughout the nation.
These cars will once again appear on an assembly line.
They will make their way into showrooms in 2009.
Simon started playing wheelchair basketball,
Aged twelve at a school community project,
And under coach Ian Laker accepted the call,
To play with London Titans so as to connect.
In 2008 he debuted at the Beijing Paralympics,
He and the GBR squad won the bronze medal,
And in 2009 they won with World Cup phonetics,
5th in the 2010 World Cup Championship pedal.
In 2013 at the Frankfurt European Champs,
Simon and his GBR team struck the top gold,
And then in 2015 at more European Champs,
Simon & co won yet another sparkling gold.
In Rio de Janeiro at the Paralympic Games,
The GBR basketball squad collected bronze,
A triumph for such an elite contest, no games,
Where the best is given by first class scions.
Wheel of Fortune is still America's number 1 game show. The show has been around for 36
years: the daytime version from January 1975 to September 1991 on NBC and CBS, and the
syndicated version, which debuted in September 1983. The show is currently hosted by Mr.
Pat Sajak and Ms. Vanna White. They've been on Wheel of Fortune since Susan Stafford and
Chuck Woolery, the original host and hostess of America's game, left the show. I've been
watching Wheel of Fortune since I was a baby, especially when the prizes were shown on the
stage. Not only did I loved the syndicated version of Wheel of Fortune from the late 1980s
and early 1990s, I also loved the daytime version of that show. Bob Goen and Rolf
Benirschke have made a real impression to the audience. Now I know why Pat Sajak left the
daytime show. But at least he's seen on the nighttime version every weeknight. What I also
like about every Wheel of Fortune episode are the following: the prizes, the studio
audience, and the $25,000 sign. But what I really loved most of all are the following: the
wheel spinning by itself, at the opening and closing, the $25,000 sign being displayed,
and the puzzle board. And speaking of the puzzle board, I've seen Ms. White turn a lot of
letters on the puzzle board, which was part of a Wheel of Fortune set since 1981. Merv
Griffin would be very proud. After all, he created that show. And the studio that I really
loved most of all is when all Wheel of Fortune episodes took place at CBS Television City
in Hollywood, California. I look forward to seeing Pat Sajak and Vanna White. And if Wheel
of fortune were to stay on the air for a long time, there's no telling what great thing
might happen next. I love Wheel of Fortune!
NOSTALGIA: 70s
REMEMBER...
BOBBY SHORT originally sung the "CHARLIE" Commercial, that was one of my FAVORITES...
(Kind Of Young, Kind of Now...Charlie!
Kind Of FREE, Kind of WOW!!! CHARLIE!)
I also and still love the WINDSONG jingle...(Windsong STAYS On My Mind!) All The Time*, And I'll BUST OUT SINGING that 70s Version, in Gleeful Immersion...Never Thought I'd HEAR that again...and then came: YOUTUBE! Grooving Back In Time...
That PURITY makes my Heart Tingle*...STILL!
REMEMBER...
FREDDIE PRINZE! "CHICO AND THE MAN" OMG! Man, the CRUSH I HAD!!!! Talk about a SMILE, CHARISMA and COMEDIC TIMING, HE WAS A PRINCE IN MY MIND!!!! I Just LOVED How HE EXUDED! And The GUESTS...
JOSÈ FELICIANO and SAMMY DAVIS JR.,
THEME SONG TRIBUTES, EMOTION WISE:
PURE GOLD*****
REMEMBER...
"NIGHT GALLERY"...(Debuted in 1969)
A Year After the First* Year of MY LIFE...SMILE*
I Remember ROD SERLING~
(WHAT A VOICE...WHAT AN UNDERSTATEMENT!)
Those IMAGES* Were INCREDIBLE! UNFORGETTABLE! NOTHING...
FELT MORE DISTURBING* THAN SEEING THE OPENING CREDITS! UNNERVING! "TWILIGHT ZONE" BECAME MY PREFERRED WELL-KNOWN! NOW THAT I'M GROWN;
I APPRECIATE THE REMARKABLE SCI-FI SHOWN...BECAUSE I WAS B L O W N AWAY! HAUNTED, DAUNTED '"TIL THIS DAY!!!"
THE 70s...THESE ARE A FEW OF MY COUNTLESS MEMORIES...MARVELING* FROM MY YOUNGER ME!!!
I SURELY LOVE 1970 AND EVERYTHING* IN THAT DELIGHTFUL DECADE...
E S P E C I A L L Y,
ALL THAT INTRODUCTION TO MY CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA!
"NOTHING BLAND" AND...
AS A KID, IT DEFINITELY *WOWED* YA!
"DO YOU REMEMBER BABY...
DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIMES OF YOUR LIFE?"
*A NOD* :-)
SUNG BY PAUL ANKA, A 70s CLASSIC.
ON TV LAND, PRESENTS THIS 70s BRAND:
"BIONIC WOMAN"
OH YEAH!!!! :-) MY YOUTH"FULL" MEMORIES...
I'LL ALWAYS* REMEMBER~~~~~
"GOOD NIGHT :-) JOHN BOY!"
©Renee Denise Gross {GHPPR} 01/18/2018
Was just a young'un in the big band era
But it seems just like yesterday
Listening to Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey
Still love it right to this day
Miller's Modernaires, and Dorsey's Pied Pipers
With their smooth harmonic blend
Chattanooga Choo-Choo and The Trolley Song
Brought me so much pleasure no end
Guess I was influenced by my older sisters
Was not even ten at the time
It just goes to show the impact they had made
For those long ago days I still pine
It wasn't until Elvis debuted in fifty-six
When Rock'n Roll took over
The Big Band era came quickly to a halt
And ended it's popular exposure
Don't even know what is popular today
Or even if they've given it a name
Guess I'm just an old guy living in the past
Progress is the name of the game
The Louvre debuted an exhibit today:
Cascading Marbles of Ripples and Folds.
In waves came patrons in trenches to see
what secrets David, the masterpiece, holds;
Each stroke of genius from Michelangelo,
memories written by one fountain pen.
The stories of glory reflected in mirrors,
standing on mantels as sculptures - not men;
Below, the crests are eagerly waiting
to swim with artists whose tributes remind:
Of time, friends, and even love sacrificed,
with hopes that they may be honored in kind.
Immortal cocoons that blossomed to gold,
butterflies all, confident, hold steady,
their backs are pressed with spotlighted silver,
adrenaline flowing now as they ready:
Greek gods embossed with streamed streaks of bronze,
on cliffs of Olympus, peer at the sea;
Then, from the silence, a shrill piercing scream –
Michael Phelps gives chase to one final dream.
8/10/2016
Submitted for Contest: Olympic Mania
Dawn debuted stealthily,
as a breeze rustling through cat-tails;
But time, toted in its attache case,
the not-looked for;
Soon circumstances of the day
were screeching like a Red Tailed Hawk
with eyes set on a field mouse.
I didn’t have a movie camera
When my kids were small,
So photos captured moments
We hoped someday to recall.
The pictures mostly highlight
Celebrations or events,
But ordinary life a picture
Rarely represents.
We whipped the Kodak out on trips
Or holidays or meets,
An average day not worthy
Of a photograph’s conceits.
Today, though, any cell phone
Can record an endless loop
So each moment of a childhood
Is a chance to point and swoop.
What I wonder is what happens
When these children come of age.
Will they want to see their lives unfold
At every single stage?
More than likely these recordings,
Very special when debuted,
Will be rapidly forgotten
And won’t ever be re-viewed.
Rebecca was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa,
Aged seven and was born in 19th December 1999,
In Droitwich Spa which is in Worcestershire county:
She trains, works out at Worcester Swimming Club.
Spotted by a British Swimming Vision for Rio guru,
She debuted internationally in Funchal, Portugal,
At the Swimming European Championships 2016,
Where she claimed a silver, missed gold by 0.02.
In Rio she came second to take home the silver,
For the SB13 category of the 100m breaststroke,
Striking the wall in a speedy time of 1:13.81 mins,
Just behind Fotimakhon Amilova of Uzbekistan.
Her local community honours her at Christmas,
By asking her to switch on the Christmas lights,
The Droitwich Christmas Lights, and she was,
The local year’s Junior Female Sportsperson.
There is no thing I have seen like the Florida sky,
Mushroom towers build on bulging dark pillows,
when storm clouds tumble o’er birds on the fly.
Haphazardly honed and shaped by front’s bellows.
Nature daily debuted for my beauty hungry eye.
written 7/10/11
(In Florida, a short afternoon thunderstorm
in the heat of the day during Summer months
is almost a daily occurrence.)
Amy won a bronze medal, Rio,
In the 100m individual medley,
She got an A and a B grade,
In her A-levels, so Uni is hers.
She debuted in London 2012,
At the top Paralympic Games,
At only thirteen years of age,
So she’s young/experienced.
At the IPC Worlds in Canada,
In the French city of Montreal,
In 2013, she stole four golds,
And two silver bright medals.
Then in 2014, the Europeans,
Held in Eindhoven in Holland,
Amy won 1 gold and 6 silver,
Across nearly every event.
Her hometown is Hornchurch,
Which is located in E. London;
She trains in the swim club,
Of Romford Town, born 1998.