ANSWER:
I'll be your loving Gilbert
And you'll be Anne to me
I'll build for us a gabled house
Like those in Avonlea
I'll court you like in old times
I'll play for you and croon
We'll marvel at a starry sky
And kiss under the moon
We'll pick some wild berries
Run barefoot through a field
I'll ask your hand in marriage
And hope that you will yield
We'll lie in bed together
Your legs on top of mine
Who cares about the weather?
With you it's all sunshine
And every year for reason
We'll try to go see Brooke
And every Christmas season
Reread our favorite book
QUESTION:
What is? ____ __ _____ ______
Snow continues toppling from darkling gray skies.
And by dusk, the flurries will bank on the ground.
Landscapes painted by Nature's hand, the artist
Hallmarks of winter ~
Embers turn to ash; darkness gives up the night.
Sunlight's shadows lengthen from pine and blue spruce.
Melting ice is dripping from gabled dormers.
Morning is frigid ~
Hushed, the silent world until creaking resounds
Footsteps crunch and crackle on beds of hoarfrost
Woolen scarves and mittens for warming cold hands
Sleigh rides o'er hill sides ~
It's winter as I view the merging between night and dawn
Frosted dew crunches underfoot as I stroll across my lawn
Around me the world is hushed and a fading star still shines
Virgin snow fell overnight, settling like blankets on the pines
I glimpse pale light on the horizon this frozen January morn
Shadows are being cast over the hills as another day is born
A spectrum of pastels is painting the sky in such colorful array
The sun's golden beams resemble swords making way for day
On a morning walk, my breath turns into mist in the frigid air
There are paw prints in the snow, and tree branches are bare
Water slowly drips from icicles beneath each gabled dormer
A hearth fire beckons me inside where it will be much warmer
January 13, 2023
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My neighborhood is decorated with festive lights,
Large inflatable santas, snowmen, and nativity scenes
Glittering plastic icicles drip from front porch eaves,
A wide-eyed Martian would wonder what it all means.
A Frosty the Snowman, as big as a Greyhound bus,
Is bobbing and weaving, to and fro, with dramatic flair
There is even a gigantic sleigh with eight huge reindeer
On top of a gabled roof, how did they get it up there?
Our Central Park is aglow with huge lighted displays
Depicting everything that suggests the season’s festivity--
A Christmas village with a group of winter-clad carolers,
And live sheep, cattle, and a donkey at a rustic nativity.
I am very content with my small Christmas tree --
After all, this year, there’s just I, myself, and me.
written December 20, 2021
Escaping into verse,
the base of the castle rumbled,
the ground beneath was shaken
with new cracks inside its walls
Escaping into verse,
all towering deception crumbled,
as the self-anointed jumped and fell
landing prostrate and so small
Escaping into verse,
the mime shouted out enabled,
his silent thunder raining down
with a message now to scald
Escaping into verse,
a new steeple built and gabled
its bell to ring a lyric toll
—new life to those recalled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
chin lightly nested atop
loosely peopled interlaced fingers
supported via multi purpose table
bent arms displayed elbows cocked
(approximately gabled
at ninety degree angle),
which pose frequently assumed
when pondering what to write,
an idea spawned when clothed left fingered limb
inadvertently roiled the so called "funny bone"
named because of funny feeling generated
when Ulnar nerve compression
triggers pseudo shock sensation
coursing one direction or another
traveling from neck down into hand
constricted in several places along the way
such as beneath collarbone
or at wrist
most common place for compression
(hands down)
behind inside part of elbow
medical terminology tagged
"cubital tunnel syndrome."
interestingly enough, this scribe attests
more frequent occurrences along
liberal democratic side
no matter I claim dominant right handedness
and reckon eyes that human body electric
eel silly not perfectly symmetric
also chiming in that such vulnerability
a very minor design flaw
extant within the amazing
*****Sapiens anatomy.
Escaping into verse,
the base of the tower rumbled,
the ground beneath was shaken
with new cracks inside its walls
Escaping into verse,
all towering deception crumbled,
as the self-anointed jumped and fell
landing prostrate and so small
Escaping into verse,
the mime shouted out enabled,
his silent thunder raining down
with a message now to scald
Escaping into verse,
a new steeple built and gabled
its bell to ring a lyric toll
—new life to those recalled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin *****sapiens
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy
pitting dishabille helpless imps against killers
who do not shrink from ethically principled
but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles,
gruesome harmful indiscretions
sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity
ousting the omnipresently
(well nigh since time immemorial
virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph
residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA
foisting gabled, heralded, instilled,
justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto
lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately
embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals
no more patent leather shoes reflecting up
nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame via feathered cap made of macaroni
thus such jingoistic, holistic, fabric ripped retroactively
ramping atavistic simian base,
thus leveling the playing field.
Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of streamed floorboards. Floorboards do float don't they? Have you not seen the many that pass the doors? They are quicker than the doors anyway so best spray the armpits and go jogging then. Thought the woodworm athletic tribe. Gathering gabled garbled gargling gatherings greet giant Gregorian gargoyles getting generally gifted garters gutting grouped gismo geckos. How triumphant then? And hopefully a dance will last longer than a sharp snapped second. Seconds are neither seams, seamstresses, nor stressed sultanas in safaris and saris, nor are they acrimonious android alphabetical alpacas racing to a degree of a nine foot tail spin. Ring ran road. And a big lorry leering. Lecherously. Leeches lingering. And limbs lumber. How rather audaciously brilliant then. Isn't it? Kent jam race on the large spoon. Z meteorologic Z at fifty cones carving creative cosmoses' to sixteen apples in leotards cheering on the waves. 1 2 3 4 ~ and clam. Z
River hugging banks
its current flowing, winding
through a bridge ahead.
Gabled bridge framework
breaks blue of sky, like woman
steals rainbow promise.
Rainbow chases sky
laughing at man’s ceaseless dreams
to find pots of gold.
Delusional love, received in kind
Yearly styles of painted smiles
As if gold both did find
A pyrite love grown so cold
Seemingly,
Either bought or sold
A dalliance glowing of Hawthorne penned trait
Of Scarlett Letter ruse, and Lee's Mockingbird hues
A secret is borne of consequence great
A Child lives on, once thought not
In gabled house, nary worry fraught
A forgotten son is not the view
Photographs cherished, if only a precious few
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