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An Uncertain History of Champagne

Just how champagne came to be
opinions vary and there are many.
The French insist it was no mistake
like all great art they highly rate;
indeed, a felicitous coupling
of skill and savoir faire* resulting
in a tingling bubbly effervescence
rocketed champagne to prominence.
(Other stories and less discreet
explain the wine maker fell asleep
and thus the fermentation
exceeded normal maturation.)
The French even claim to know the name
of him who gave the wine its fame,
(a lowly monk named Dom Pérignon), 
who described it as a phenomenon
akin to “drinking the stars,” an epithet
as valid today as when he first sipped it. 

*Savoir faire = Know-how

Thanks Bob

Thanks Bob

I Exceeded Maturity
At A VERY Young Age
And There Ain't No Way
I'll EVER

Get It Back.

-Gray Squirrel

05-25-2025

Noise

I never liked loud noise.
As a child I would run inside
terrified by the sound 
of an aeroplane flying overhead,
cower under the wrap
of my grandmother's thick coat
on the rumbling roar 
of a passing truck.

There was always menace
in sounds that exceeded
a threshold which for me 
was barely above that
of the spoken voice. Even then,
crowded spaces chorused 
in talk would smother
and send me into panic.

I liked soft sounds
that came gentle to the ear.
Rainwater whispering in gutters,
leaves rustling in a light wind,
noises distilled to a murmur
when filtered by distance. 
I liked the volume
of being alone.

Not much has changed.
The loud noises that manage
to penetrate an aged ear
still raise the heart rate. 
Crowds still press their panic.
Now, at night, I like listening
to the stars and clouds nudged
by the wake of a passing moon.

Truth

Unlike so many years .before,
The word truth and it's meaning
Are being tossed about and treated
Differently. No longer is she  set in stone
And fixated in absolutes. She is being served in
A tone that speaks of truth as "My truth;  Your truth".

I respectfully beg to differ and think not that there is
a 'My truth and a Your truth'. There is only "The Truth".
Truth cannot be encased into my opinionated circle.
May Truth cease to be expressed in such terms.

The Judean King, Pilate,  dared to ask Jesus,
""What is truth?"  Somehow he knew even in
His era, that truth far exceeded our personal
Rendition and ownership.
.

Quite Simply Put

Just what have I done with my life
                A man put that question to me
I started to think and I gave him a wink
   But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see

I’ve not built a bridge made of steel
                  I’ve not a photographer’s eye
I’d not fit the bill of a fireman’s will
                 I’ve not flown a plane, no, not I

No land have I gardened or farmed
                      Machinery baffles my mind
Accountants are great, that wasn’t my fate
An autograph, never I’ve signed  

Yet I knew I found what I sought
                   Without a degree and its pay
The bonds of the heart, right from the start
Yes, that’s what I wanted to say

And I’ve been the happiest man
          I’ve done more than all else above
 For all that I needed, I’ve surely exceeded
Quite simply put, I have known love

Can I Buy An Extra Word Or Two

My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...

The Accident

I heard it on the radio – 
An early morning crash,
The driver’s fault and then her life
Was over in a flash.

It happened near my walking path
So when I headed out,
I knew I’d pass right by to see
What it was all about.

The F.D.R., six lanes across,
Had not a car in sight,
Except for police and clean-up crews
At work to make things right.

The car involved, a burned-out wreck,
Was waiting on the road
Until the inquiry was done
And then it would be towed.

Debris was scattered in the lanes
In both directions, plus,
The walking path had wreckage, too,
Which no one did discuss.

The car, a Tesla, slammed into
A barrier and flipped,
With flames caused by the battery
With which it was equipped.

The impact made the driver
And the passenger eject.
Though he survived, who knows the damage
That he can expect.

We may not ever learn just why
The driver hit those speeds,
Which well exceeded limits
That nobody ever heeds.

CHRISTMAS THRILL

‘Twas the night before Christmas and we’re thrilled 
That in our reunion we would be filled
With blessings of family-love and cheer
Midst fellowship around those we hold dear.

Caring warmth exceeded blazing bonfire
As no one among us would like to retire
While hearing testimonies of hope’s best
Exuding from hearts’ compassionate zest.

With carol’s reverberating delight
Our praises reigned toward heavenly flight
Feasting upon the treasures of God’s grace*
To share with others along goodness-brace.

Thrilled were we with remarks of gratitude
Propelled by faith and kindness’ fortitude
Indeed experienced always by our pets
Joining us in our glad video vignettes.

*Romans 3:24 Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.

December 10, 2024
3rd place, "The Night Before - 4" Christmas Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/21/2024

O Mighty One

Why must disobedience always prevail
in our present days of perfection and self-greed?
Why can't we bow our heads above abhorrent Hell,
admire creation and discard false creed?

O Mighty one, erase all my sins of brash foolishness
so rampant in uncontrolled thoughts of wild moments:
when nothing could trouble the unconscious soul,
when freedom exceeded its will not to avoid a fall!  

Forgiving this son of yours, sobbing and despairing,
can bring him the consolation he has sought for too long;
can tears admonish that he's truthful and willing
to renounce all that made him a selfish being, not a king?

Are there hearts purer than gold, brighter than any sunrise light?
Nobody has ever been those except for sinless Christ,
everybody wants glory and if a few find it: its so short:
I seek no glory from men, only anchoring my boat in a safe port!

Scapegoat

Punished for nothing and sacrificed
For the sake of its murderers vanity
They victimized you to satisfy
Their own uplifting insanity
What was the subliminal god's reaction?
Seems he wasn’t too pleased with that
So quoting Mick Jagger, no satisfaction
Has appeared as a matter of fact
Mortal sins have exceeded all expectations
The worst get unlimited power
The wise have diluted in million variations
Their wisdom, to build more glass towers
The poor peaceful animal is unremembered
Under hassles and troubles of things
Kindness of the humble ones has been slandered
Evil thrive on the order it brings 
What now, how about satisfaction
Where’s that god, is he not far around?
Pandora is setting up box production
And that scapegoat still falls on the ground.

red hot sun

the sun’s temperature exceeded the absoluteness of herself
every day this week had been one hundred and six or higher
I saw the sun now as oranges and reds, no longer innocent yellow
What is she doing to us? I wondered, will we perish?
Will it be our own fault? Because of what we have done to the ozone layers?
Too sticky and humid to think, the worst uncomfortably hot.
Her orange eyes bored through the guilt of my soul.
I was not innocent in this.

Can I Buy Extra Words

My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...

Eagerness

Eagerness 
*******************************************************
     The harness digs into tender, wounded flesh.  
Growth has exceeded our bonds and makes them uncomfortable…painful. 
     Only then do we notice, realize, the bit in our mouth.
 Friction inducing sores around raw, skinless lips. 
Only then do we see the driving reins that have been leading us to take the right paths. 
     Just as a mother bird will push their offspring from the nest into flight, our Authority desires for us to stretch and grow enough to break free of our bonds! 
     Seek liberty from the law with zeal and eagerness!
 When our desires have matured past the selfish stage and reached majority, to match the will of God, then freedom does not lead one along the wrong path. 
     Liberty leads to *love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance; against such there is no law! 
------------------------        --------------------------       --------------------------
Remove bit, bridle
Eagerly the horse runs free
Down the right path home

*(Galatians 5:22-23)

Pro

Stockpiles proportionate divisions
Physical mental health
Making choice decisions

Life issues stealth
Recommendations carefully heeded
Maintain ideal wealth

Necessities well exceeded
Organized required supervisions
Achieved goals succeeded

Story Became an Allegory Horn Haiku

had heard a story
became an allegory 
about Alimony

more poems are writing
you to read am inviting
both lips have been biting

Have exceeded my space 
againso had to ad this to
this.

what we did was wave
had died at home of the brave
when we saw his grave 

Joe we enjoy
for sure we would employ
being so showy

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