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Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site. I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning. One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post. I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!". He and another agreed. After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up. Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit. When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness. Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse. However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.
The walkers ... aimless and ambling,
stagger, strut and stumble toward
their solitary scenarios.
An occasional erect form jogs
the stomping sound of feet submerged
in the staccato hum > the rapid fire buzz
the blaring horns of traffic.
The colors of life appear random ...
as flashing retinal after images
on closed lids, constantly
refreshed by rubbing.
A geometry of pretense
is etched into the forebrain of the fragile,
for all walk ... the sane, the insane
the righteous, and the negligent
the skeletal structure
correlating and communicating
the random pattern of life
to the Universal eye
from this earthen plane.
Please may I be abrupt, it's the nature of this beast
Especially with ones wine, it's the fuelling of thine feast
Well, I'm a man, so let me make my start
I'm prone to erupt, no anger, but simply fart
To also roar I can, with an incredible furore
Dare to be awoken, I'm now like childish sore
I've also been known to gurn, about the slightest thing
C'mon, I'm just a man, what more can I bring
Moaning yes, I can't do this, moaning, I can't do that
I'm starting to believe, I'm a useless male diplomat
So what can I do to irritate you, and be just who I am
Ha ha, your only joking, it's simply poetic scam!
The humidity was doing a good job of keeping pace with the temperature. Until around 10 AM when the thermometer pushed its way past 100. That’s when 176 frightened kids and a few old hippies staggered out of the crowded cattle trucks. “Alright you maggots, RUN,” voices screamed from beneath wide brimmed Smokey Bear hats. So, we ran…and ran, duffle bags slung over our shoulders. Hours passed before we finally came to attention under the blistering Missouri sun. All the while, the bears circled. Sniffing the air and grunting. “Don’t show them any fear,” one of the old hippies whispered, “they pray on the weak.”
Like nature intends
Survival of the fittest
Do not show weakness
We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could know!
Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he mustered the nerve
with all of our backing, to send the girl packing
with cleverness, cunning and verve.
But she was vindictive by nature
and wouldn't let 'bygones' be gone
if it took all her years, she would stir up our fears
her plans were all plotted and drawn.
She waited 'til we'd quite forgotten
her villainous, vile, evil reign
then with fierce aggression, she took bold possession
of our lovely, dear, docile domain.
She poisoned the pansies and lilies
and shredded the sweet climbing vines
she disturbed my repose, when she broke the windows
with a shriek that sent chills up my spine.
She tore down my front porch swing
shattering the flowerpots and planters
mad wreckage in her wake, as she sought all to break
taking off to the back at a canter.
I squared off to defend my back garden
grabbed whatever I thought I might wield
at first, on my guard, as I entered the yard
I found she was hardly concealed...
And 'though she seemed alone in the garden
I soon found that I was mistaken
for, succinctly put- I was bound head to foot
and carried off, unhurt but shaken.
Griselda had built quite an army
it seems, in her time far away
for gremlins and trolls, from the caves to the knolls
were under her terrible sway.
They answered her orders directly
and smugly, she smiled and she smirked
a gleam in her eyes as she planned my demise
as her minions continued to work...
Heaving in stones from the quarry
they were piling them higher and higher
and my strength gave away as to my dismay
I saw they were building a pyre!
But Gregor'd escaped all their notice
as he'd hid 'neath the back garden shed
and despite his wee size, he would prove her demise
at his bellow, her company fled.
He used a cheap trick, an enchantment
that he bought from an old witch named Rue
and it seemed there were thousands (as far as the eye scanned)
of Gregors that came into view!
Her face was distorted with terror
and she promised that she'd stay away
and off like a blip- she jumped on a ship
and sailed to somewhere near Bombay.
To A Spring Virginia Morning.
As the quiet dew
Wet blades of grass grew,
Hungry rays of sunlight
Slowly consumed
The last morsels of darkness;
Faint echoes of the symphony
Of frogs and crickets waned in the
Distance. The staccato overture
Of chirping, red breasted cardinals
Announced the arrival
Of the synchronized dawn;
Leaves of ancient trees attested
Nature’s physical rainbow
Quantum leaping her celestial spectrum
To supreme expressions: Exploding colors
Canvassing the terrestrial plane;
True to symbiotic rhythms, all creation coalesced:
Indeed, the spring Virginia morning is for lovers.
Human minds muse the light
fire thoughts to the mind sky.
Fools flail for all their might
angry screams hide each cry.
To view the true sole source
take longs looks at the sun.
See earth's lasting first force
its rays can't be undone.
Dark dreams occur at night
while there's no sun up high.
Atoms fuse lumens bright
wise ones won't tell us why.
Myths are spun by the sages
unsure advice to try.
Faith filled tales through the ages
many truths to deny.
We all live with some fright
nature needs to be heard.
Hope that we do what's right
light shines the final word.
107 words rhyme 6/2022 Pen illustration: G. Gaul
Quasi-Humanistic genesis theory of the cosmos
focusing on the sun's light energy.
Inspired by Gustav Dore, Salvador Dali illustrations
and the teachings of the Buddha.
Teasing
It's the Nature,
Of the dumb people..
To show their power,
On them who don't act..
It doesn't mean they are weak,
Your teasing is smaller than their problem..
It just started with teasing,
& ultimately ended into depression..
It just looks small,
But it led to a big impact..
It doesn't entertain your moment,
It simply destroys the whole life..
For you it's a media of fun,
But it renders an immense emotional trauma in the long run...
It's just started with teasing,
It led to depression..
You tease them on their appearance and nature,
But every kid is his(God) Creation..
It's easy to discriminate,
but it's difficult to support and motivate..
They might either go in the shell or come out as shining diamonds,
But when you understand you are mentally sick..
It just started with teasing,
It led to depression..
No one bothered,
What they are going through..
Colleagues want entertainment,
Teacher wants grade..
None had the time,
To listen to their problem..
The person who is suffering,
Know how hard they are working..
If they are not good in grades,
They will excel in other fields.
Our society must not judge,
Rather appreciate their efforts,
Pave a way through,
Let them stumble, every wound will teach them but...
It just started with teasing,
It leads to depression
"All fingers are not the same,all kids are different..
Never compare them,
Convert the carbon into diamonds!!!
_veer
When will we awake to the damage
surely we can see the errors
the harm we are doing or will
we stick our heads in the sand
like blind folks and wait for doom.
.
People are like sheep following sheep
not stopping to think just acting
not seeming to realise we kill
this beautiful earth that we
are supposed to look after.
All of us need what nature
does for all of us
The sky that gives us
both rain and sunshine
the moon that lightens dark.
But be aware of the damage
that we inflict daily
with our plunder of resources
not stopping to care
that they are not limitless
That we are polluting the air
slowly suffocating everything
plunging every living thing
into peril for without plants
we cannot keep balance
I cry out to all to change
so that we can leave
An inheritance to our kin
instead of leaving them
a dying earth
bird songs drift through the tall Autumn trees and
photographs are floating in my mind and conversations echo
in the deep, crumbling amber gold leaves falling
an old man with a walker gets into a car with gnarled hands that I love
blanket on lap magnifying glass words blurred meaningless
raging river view with cold waves crashing, remember the pier Grandpa
ahead is the endless winding road to nowhere
I miss you most of all Grandpa when Autumn leaves start to fall
and horses gallop in the changing fields, wild and free
bird feeder on the deck, tweet and twitter, twitter,
staring for hours, Grandpa where did you go a little boy fishing off a pier
playing with your leaping dog hospital bed in living room
at the dining room table cannot hold the fork let me help you Grandpa
sparkling sun on the water kids jumping off dock fishing
long ago echoes falling red leaves... Grandpa Grandpa
water dripping, oh see the rain on the window blurred fragments fall apart
gulping for air cannot breathe the birds are at the bird feeder singing
darkness and silence peacefulness glittering sun
yes Lord I am ready . . . .
empty hospital bed empty wheelchair girl weeping at the window
I miss you most of all Grandpa when Autumn leaves start to fall
and horses gallop in the changing fields, wild and free
oh every bird song drifting whispers to me of you
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April 26, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Grandpa's Autumn
Copyright Protected, ID 16-782-873-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by the song:
Autumn Leaves, by Natalie Cole
For the contest, Golden Oldies, #2
sponsor, Teppo Gren
Second Place