The Angelic choir of Journey Fight welcomed our Uncle Bo. The sun was warm, the atmosphere was brisk, and the wind brought chills down my spine. An aroma of sage filled the air as my mother and I followed a trail. The sea otters chattered amongst themselves in the bay.
On our way to the Sea Lion Point trail to spread Bo’s ashes. I sat on a substantial rock and watched my mother spread my uncle’s ashes at his favorite place at Point Lobos as the wind whispered, carrying Bo across the vast blue expanse where he wanted to be. We said our goodbyes, and raindrops began to fall from our eyes. Bo’s spirit will always be here forever, at our special place. Point Lobos is where I go to visit my Uncle Bo.
My Uncle will eternally be in our hearts, and never, apart, there will always be a void in our lives.
Categories:
lobos, death, missing you,
Form: Prose Poetry
Everything has a meaning in the universe, you, me,
If you see the night, a shooting star,
Someone surely loves you, have a dream,
Make a wish; listen gently to your heart.
Everything has a meaning in the universe, time,
La Valsa Da Dor de villa Lobos, all music
Cradles your heart with a soft sun, sapphire
Make a wish; listen gently to your heart.
Everything has a meaning in the universe, you too,
Cities in peace are the most beautiful, yes,
The sky, the night, the jams of mirabelles,
Write a poem; listen gently to your heart.
Tout a un sens dans l’univers, toi, moi,
Si vous voyez la nuit, une étoile filante,
Quelqu’un vous aime surement, faites un rêve,
Faites un vœu, écoutez gentiment votre cœur.
Tout a un sens dans l’univers, le temps,
La Valsa Da Dor de villa Lobos, la musique
Berce votre cœur d’un doux soleil, saphique
Faites un vœu, écoutez gentiment votre cœur.
Tout a un sens dans l’univers, vous aussi,
Les villes en paix sont les plus belles, oui,
Le ciel, la nuit, les confitures de mirabelles,
Écrivez un poème, écoutez gentiment votre cœur.
Categories:
lobos, appreciation, for her, love,
Form: Free verse
I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS
I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN
And got everything on my LISZT.
All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET
And the Christmas break will be BLISS.
I’m away to the VILLA-LOBOS,
In HAYDN until New Year’s Day,
With a girl in my arms who’s mad about BRAHMS
And the note on the HANDEL will say,
“For GOUNOD’S sake do not disturb us
Except for our SUPPE tray
With two glasses of sweet MARTINU
And a bowl of crème BOULEZ.”
The COLE PORTER’S built the fire up,
The TELLEMAN’S tuned in the set,
We’ll POULENC ourselves down on the sofa
And drop ORFF and try to forget.
5th March 2023
Pun Fun poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico
Categories:
lobos, christmas, music,
Form: Rhyme
Caminhos
Quando
se nasce
é possível
caminhar
em apenas um
dos três
caminhos da vida:
se você for
para a direita,
os lobos vão comê-la;
se você for
para a esquerda,
nada fará a não ser
comer os lobos;
se você for direto,
ficar “morna”
você vai comer
a si mesma.
Categories:
lobos, business,
Form: Free verse
Thank God it’s almost over, at least near where I live
Clinics, pharmacies, grocery stores and jails
There is the Vaccine Finder and companies with free time
Now will have them too and 16 year old children
At their schools ready for sports and Fall’s days of lessons
Friday is my final shot, my husband is a week later too
So I am reading and looking at the nearby parks
Point Lobos, redwoods and otters, Ano Nuevo’s seal lions
I know it will be limited and have to make arrangements
To help everyone and the seas be safe, but I wonder
If there isn’t something important that we must remember
Take care of children worldwide, wildlife, the elderly, the seas
Honor all the people who volunteered to help
For life is precious and nothing is for sure
Categories:
lobos, care, health,
Form: Free verse
By Craig J. Burt /Jimmy Boom Semtex
Are you ok?
Your brain's rattling like crazy
You're dancing like a ballerina
Twerkin around these crazy hot streets
You say why be a bore?
Life is a chore
Refuse to fade
Like a shadow of a doubt
Silver star filled skies
Shining proudly
Living freely & deep in love
We're no longer
Strangers tonight now
Sensational romantics
Loving devoutly
And the clatter of heels echoes
Upon concrete downtown Havana
Never had it so good or free
The Castros’ grip and communism fade
While we dance chest to chest
Thigh to thigh Lambada-esque
Los Lobos couldn’t be this cool
Nor move so erotic like you and me
For freedom for Cuba for us
This goes on and on
Like a whistling wind
Calling your name
Stop stop and listen
Do you hear it?
Categories:
lobos, dance, desire, freedom, romance,
Form: Free verse
Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.
A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.
Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.
The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.
We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.
I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.
For a time we climbed a steep inclination.
We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.
We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.
That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.
The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.
Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.
For Goethe Stanzas contest
Categories:
lobos, animal, mountains, nature, ocean,
Form: Couplet
Though full of direct knowledge of his fellows
Whose eyes and faces are a script humane;
Though voices sing to him like Lobos' cellos
Yet in lack and loss and woe this man remains..
In times gone by,the voice and face sufficed.
Poets read and we seized upon their lines;
But now a subtle tortures been devised
To write with pen and letters intertwined.
This man though wise like cat,or bear or owl,
Has failed in his acquaintance with the pen.
Nor does he have the words which politicians howl.
Nor can he read more than his list of sin.
For now the map is where the mind must dwell
And of reality,no-one can tell.
Categories:
lobos, education, life, wisdom,
Form: Sonnet