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Beneath the Trees

You’re in the garden, playing ball with Pippa
In half an hour you’ll have your evening meal
The green of grass is glowing slightly deeper
I’m playing solitaire and thinking if you feel
Same as I am, before I press the phone sign
After three rings I interrupt the call
You’re calling back, and so we are online
How was your day, I ask – “I played the ball
With  Pippa in the garden, then I laid
Just for ten minutes, but I slept two hours
BG was low, I drank some lucozade
I pruned some roses, watered all the flowers
I had my meal, then it was your familiar bell
I called you back, to tell you that I’m tired
It was a busy day, I’m feeling not too well
And I must change the pod tonight it will expire”
So I suggest to make our evening shorter
You smile so lovingly and gratefully agree
But as we talk, the time becomes a water
Still our boat glides there, beneath the trees.

Submission

Submission
Please grant me my submission,
    for my great commission,
        of crimes in uncertain times.

I think my dear we can work it out,
  if you will think about,
      the fact I no longer act the lout.
love and kisses BG © Now, Terence Cummings Smith

Blue Stripe To Shy To Ask Whitey Out

Blue Stripe was in love with the fortune-telling albino cat.
Today it was raining so hard, he ran out without his hat.
He wanted to make sure she knew he was “all of that.”
Whitey saw him arriving. She said, “that man’s phat!”

They met in the middle; she was holding a scarf so fine.
I wish she liked me, he thought. I would ask her to be mine.
Another kitty out in the rain began to meow and whine.
They ran to help out the baby cat, name B.G. Clementine.

Blue Stripe felt tongue-twisted in front of this beauty.
Whitey figured this out and said, “You are a cutie.”
Blue Stripe almost asked her out but lost his nerve.
“Why don’t we go out sometime?” She asked, throwing him a curve.

My Memories of Billy Graham

Having been converted the year before
Dr Graham came over the following year
to preach at Mission England in the UK
Sunderland was the nearest venue I could hear

I decided to spend a week down there
an opportunity to view BG for real
was not disappointed not even a little
for God's presence was there to feel

Cliff Barrows lead the congregation
to sing in unison was so brill
Bev Shea sang solo so wonderful
could hear pin drop so very still

What a privilege to hear the great preacher
Dr Graham spoke with authority so clear
backed by scriptural truths as he said
repeatedly the Bible says so we shouldn't fear

What a blessed week that truly was indeed
that was a week I never will ever forget
watching many respond to God's good news
life's transformed by God's servant on set

Sunset

The Busiest swallows and adamant cranes
                settled at last
Alluring starlings in murmuration
               caught my gaze
Roosting of these birds proclaimed
               a marvelous wonder

A beautiful young girl wore 
      the fluffy gown
and the corners were stitched
    with a golden lace
Golden Angel was ready for the photoshoot
    against a purple BG

The clear blue sky camouflaged
         with sparse hues
Light orange color adorned
      the passing clouds
And the mesmerizing purple color
   intimated the SUNSET

Meet Bg

Barbara Jean
Funny, friendly, bashful and sometimes bone-headed
Little sister of Dr. Daniel Merrill 
Lover of the written word, my grandchildren and the natural world
I feel wonder at new life, love for my friends, and confusion with math
Afraid for the environment, abused women and children, and afraid of snakes
I would like to see Machu Picchu, my mothers's face once more and The Giants win the World Series
Resident of Vacaville, Ca
Gorelick

You'Re Invited

I'm having a poetry party, and your all invited
This is going to be awesome: I'm so excited

Now here are the details to an evening of fun!
And a surprise for the great costume that won!

As the subject of a famous poem, you must dress
I'm coming as a black bird, now you have a guess

At Poe's Museum you should arrive about eight
Music and dancing and the food will be great

Save the date, for its happening on Halloween night 
RSVP to BG  by phone, email , even ESP is all right 

There will be "spirits' for those who imbibe
If you should partake please plan not to drive

The guest list is secret but a hint I'll give you
Think SOUP if you will, how's that for a clue

There will be prizes and a even a surprise guest
She'll be giving a reading of some of her best

"See you there or be square" as the saying goes
If you can't make it we'll be sad goodness knows……..

How She Mustve Felt When the Deed Was Done

wishing for you in a starlit room
where you used to lay i smell perfume 
a silent barter of souls and blood
left me cold and alone in the thickening mud

wishes are granted but seldom at best
id tell you my story but you know the rest

CHORUS
a simple wish on a lit candle night
broken down in the pillow for the first time
like a blood stained towel and a dirty knife
hide the evidence well so they never find 
me

another jet black mirror in your hotel room
with the blinds closed tight on the bride and groom
but something isnt what youre thinking of
when the bride leaves with a dress stained with blood
CHORUS

and take back your lies and deception
you plunged it in without a question
it hurt to know the life was planned on
someone else

CHORUS

ME x2
(CHORUS IN BG)

My Love

My LOVE - the sound of Her Symphonic voice
My LOVE - is Her music echoing in my ears

My LOVE - sighting Her silhouette walking towards me
                 as a shadow from Dawn's Sunrise
My LOVE - the vision of Her Smile, the sparkle in Her forest eyes

My LOVE - feeling Her warm, smooth silken skin; embracing me
My LOVE - the miracle of Her healing touch, inside my Broken Heart

My LOVE - the fragrance of her womanhood as I caress Her sandy blond hair
My LOVE - the flavor of Her lipstick, Eternal Life given with her kiss

Barbara Jean Gorelick (BG), My Dearest Most Only beLOVEd
Barbara Jean Gorelick (BG), My LOVE for the Eons of FOREVER
                                         Xliamp

   Dedicated to the LOVE, that keeps my Heart alive

Senator's Puppet Wife

hand on back
drilled smile
he milks me
from behind

vote Monty
mochadoodle 
moo


9/20/12
Black Eyed Susan
for nette's "septolet the puppet" contest

fabric: drill – double meaning of practice and durable twill cotton (also, cottonmouth refers to a dangerous snake as well as "an uncomfortable condition that feels as if your mouth is coated with cotton. http://www.ehow.com/how_8412538_fix-cottonmouth.html#ixzz278lYPjBG)

flavor: mochadoodle – not kidding! it's a flavor of coffee: milk chocolate, cinnamon, and hazelnut 

(Monty is a made up senator - referring to the expression "the fully monty" - meaning everything that is expected or possible)

Blowing a Kiss To You

Across the miles my kiss blown on the wind,
To a poetic friend that I've never seen.
He's as funny as heck, and boy, can he rhyme,
Of great cowboy poetry, he is the dean.

So Mr. Bob , if you feel the breeze on your cheek,
It may be a wind blown kiss from BG.
And a thanks for all the pleasure you've given,
Your one of our best, sure all would agree.



Dedicated to Bob Hinshaw

Sonnet 1

When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.

Chef - Dad

If he were my Dad, he would be the best.
A distinguished Chef that taught me to cook.
An ever loving Heart, beats in his chest.
His spare time , he writes a Poetry book.
When its done; as a Poetry Family; We should all take a look.
.
I have a distinct advantage, in the Culinary Arts.
“Dad” was a self made Chef : Loved by Culinary : ALL.
You have an distinct advantage, with your Ever Loving Hearts.
We climb the stairs of Poetry; to the Poet Laureate’s Hall.
We spend half of Eternity, reading Poems upon the wall.

He's a teacher, a Chef, a poet; a husband that Loves his Wife.
Allthough she now lives in Heaven, as she has for forty years.
His heart has found someone new; that has given him new life.
Barbara Jean, whom I call Mom; has dried up past forlorn tears. 
He is a man deeply in love with everyone he knows, he loves all his peers.

This is a Quintain I wrote for Francine Roberts Contest "  English Quintain Contest
Dedicated to "Dad  and Mom" Harry D. Johnson aka Harry, HG, Liege and Barbara Jean
Gorlick aka BG, Mom I wrote this Dec. 3 I added the third stanza today Dec. 14

About a Dolphin

The life is blooming slowly
at the white candles –
chestnut trees under my window.
In the sea angles the transparent cupolas
are rising –
dolphin tombs.
No, not for the first time
life is blooming in death,
by the eyes of the beauty
frozen by the jump…
A picture –
the wavy movement
of the brush, by the hand
wrested.

The Sea is dead.

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This is a link that shows a dead dolphin with bullets from a vending machine in the Black Sea.
http://www.vchera.bg/synqt-na-edin-razstrelqn-delfin/

Bg

the rain falls hard and the puddles rise deep
your interest in me is faltering steep
I try to make the difference by splitting it in two
but my heart hasn't the strength mentally due

the energy sails quickly down the floodways
your pace keeps steady throughout the days
twilight brings the notions so freely back
and now you fit in so well without your tact

the sounds are clouding the crimson air
our kinship dwindles to not even there
I reach for answers to fill in the thoughts
till the day that my contentment is finally sought

adriatic fortunes told so frugal and bold
our manic sessions were initially told
twilight keeps time of what fashion spent
in good spirit of an ephemeral felt gent

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