British-born Kenyan
adventureress globe-trotter
one of the first bush pilots
aviatrix authoress game-spotter
a woman before her time
through and through
who had simultaneous affairs
with Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester
(son of George V)
his older brother Edward, Prince of Wales
(later Edward VIII)
and Denys Finch Hatton too
the Kenya Derby a six-time winner
as an unrivaled thoroughbred racehorse trainer
whom my Dad at EAR&H well knew
as whenever she was able
it was he she would speak to
regarding rail transport of her stable
in 1936 she was the first female
to fly against the wind
let's set the record straight
to get it right
the Atlantic Ocean non-stop solo
from east to west with the night
522.
Petition to the Golden Globe of Santa Muerte
Golden Globe of Santa Muerte
Bring me hope, oh bring me hope
The Hope of Great Santa Muerte
A shining gift we want to interlope
Be my light, Golden Globe of Santa Muerte
Let me feel Thy hopeful embrace
Oh Golden…oh Yellow Santa Muerte
Be with me until God I face.
Amen.
-12/13/2016
(Dumarao)
*Petitions to the 8 Emblems of Santa Muerte
across the globe bees
risk losing more than we know
~ endangered species
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
coal cracked the snow globe-turning merry to sinister, in vogue.
I hold the glass, a heavy sphere,
And watch the seasons disappear.
A single shake, a sudden squall,
Recalls the winter of it all.
We walked through drifts of knee-deep white,
Beneath the streetlamp's amber light.
You pulled me close to block the wind,
Where warmth began and ice could end.
The flakes inside are sharp and plastic,
But memory makes them seem fantastic.
I see your breath, a ghostly cloud,
I hear your laugh, distinct and loud.
But gravity commands the snow,
To settle on the roof below.
The storm goes quiet on the shelf,
And leaves me standing by myself.
I cannot shake you back to life,
Through all the years of calm and strife.
So I just shake the globe instead,
And keep you spinning in my head.
In the shaken glass world I swirl your laughter,
Tiny flecks of memory drift in slow motion —
We spin our past like snow, frozen in a breath.
Our voices echo in that fragile dome of wonder,
Each swirl a whisper of childish dreams we built,
A winter sky held in the hollow of our palms.
When the world outside grows rough and brown,
I lift the globe, shake it just once —
And watch us live again, in flakes of soft light.
Snow globe: a frigid, spherical womb,
dream-dusted in darkest December,
mothering the snow-smothered life within.
Shake and shatter the plastic confine,
break the incubator's glass coffin.
Stare into the resulting blizzard:
snowdrifts of memories mounding and settling.
I adore the snow globe from Santa Clause
Left in my stocking on the chimney wall
I love the snow storm made when it’s shaken
And the scene inside that does awaken.
There are skaters dancing on frozen ice
Wrapped up warm, having the time of their life
Church bells welcoming folk to come inside
To celebrate the wonders of Yuletide.
With each move I made, my snowglobe moved too
Without it I’d be sorrowful, It’s true
It has pride of place, on a shelf safe it’s sat
I shake it often, it brings that Christmas back.
My snow globe is made of plastic, not glass
But is the nicest gift I ever had
Had it over seventy years in all
Still my snow globe never fails to enthral.
Scattered reminiscences from my childhood,
What do I see on the snow-globe?
A magical crystal orb placed on my desk,
Reminding me of an elfish smiling face.
My dearest friend gifted me this precious piece,
On my sixteenth birthday to celebrate,
And told me never to forget her,
She was suffering from an incurable disease,
I promised we would never part.
Her memory is imprinted on all my experiences in youth,
Especially the days we were sledding and skating in the snow,
This little orb is the perfect reminder of those exuberant days,
When shaken, I see two playful girls, snow falling incessantly,
Frolicking on the ice, without a care.
She is gone, she left us, the globe remained,
To bring memories of those unforgettable moments,
It is unbelievable how an object apparently insignificant,
Is able to conjure up hundreds of memories,
It will remain at the same spot till I am gone.
Love and friendship, adoration and affection,
All combined - bonded in a precious snow globe witness.
a small scar above the right eye...YFIO
Gift of dazzling crystal sphere
on my fifth birthday from Dad
reached me seven heavens.
What a wonderful feeling
to shake or stir it to watch
a magical mysterious dreamland
whirling swirling dancing delight
inside the globe.
Dad has passed away ~
I'm passing through last phase,
yet snow globe has captured
golden memories of Dad ~
My Idol Philosopher and Guide
Peerless treasures
preserved
as snowglobe memories.
On shaking or stirring,
Crystal Globe
turns vibrant dynamic
to reminisce
my closeness with Dad
in joy and pain simultaneous.
Shiny snow drops glitter, glisten~
I listen from silent chore of heart
as if Dad is murmuring.
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic 12-2-25 To Stephanie
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Snow Globe Memories
Bright December sunbeam
Dances through my frosted window
Peeks into a clear orb,
A winter wonderland,
Sitting on my desk.
Snowstorms on demand
No weather report needed or necessary
A best friend gift
Peers back at me with memories
Living within it’s globe.
Two snowflakes,
Each unique as winter’s signature,
Rise up from a perpetual snowstorm
Ever young like our childhood
Of sleds and skates and skis
And catching snowflakes on our tongues.
A winter universe unto itself
That even the scorching summer sun
More birthday parties
And chaotic life storms
Cannot penetrate.
This world of fantasy
And friendship thrives
Without seasons
Even when shaken.
Oh, how it drew me in, that magic ball-
When Grandma let me hold it long ago.
I cupped my hands to shake it up a bit,
And all at once, it filled with swirling snow!
The snowflakes settled neath a bright blue sky-
And on a tiny church and village, too.
There, standing in the middle, were two deer
Staring at me with love, so sweet and true.
Each time I went to Grandma's house, for sure-
After I hugged and kissed her, there I'd run
To shake it gently so it came alive,
And with the deer told stories to each one.
So like a tiny world, made just for me!
Oh, how it drew me in, that magic ball!
Though much has faded over many years,
This memory still glows in my recall.
Inside a crystal globe of red and white,
Our memory dances soft and bright—
A tiny world sealed in its glow,
Where second chances fall like snow.
You tapped the glass with mittened hand,
As if to wake from a dream in Santa's land;
I held my breath, excited to see
Time bend itself for you and me.
Each flake became a whispered memory,
A promise drifting back to you and me.
A moment paused, a truth retold,
A future brave enough to hold.
Now on my shelf the globe still gleams,
A doorway to unforgotten dreams;
I shake it once, and through the shine,
Your beauty warms this heart of mine.
MYSTIC
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic
As my wrinkled old hands grasp the glass ball,
I watch as the glistening snowflakes begin to fall.
I gaze into it and give it one last shake.
There’ll be no room for all I was hoping to take.
My heart strokes the strings of memories, sublime.
This little snow globe has stood the test of time.
I watch the soft flakes settle on an old oak tree.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants, beckoning me.
I was bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
The alps bringing peace, when church bells chime.
My wanderlust cured, no more would I roam.
Such amazing years I have spent in my mountain home.
Lost in the vision of my little snow globe here today.
As the last of the snow has settled, I really want to stay.
Along with some other treasures, I pack it in my port.
My love of this home just couldn’t be bought.
I wonder if there’s a snow globe that depicts where I am going.
I’ll miss my lovely chalet especially when it’s snowing.
I’ll keep my wee globe with its snow falling under the dome,
and I’ll take the snow in my glass ball to the old age home.
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