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New city street
With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes to look good
with no chance it would clash
Their carts were adorned
with ribbons and beads
And funny designs
made of cantaloupe seeds
They hollered and bellowed
and beckoned us near
And when we did stop,
they let out a loud cheer
They offered us products
like peanuts with cheese
And daffodil handkerchiefs
in case we sneeze
Belts made of feathers
with buckles in red
And weird little cones
you could wear on your head
We bid and we haggled
but always were nice
To get a good deal
and a much better price
The street lined with houses,
most two stories high
With windows like shamrocks
reflecting the sky
The balconies all featured
ribbons and bows
That hung from the railings
such colorful throws
Where women were calling
to neighbors across
For clothes pins and hampers
they hoped they would toss
They spoke in a language
so funny to hear
For what they were saying
was not always clear
The men were all mending
and tending the place
Their hats cockled sideways,
a grin on their face
The knees of their jeans
were all covered in patches
While they polished the brass
on the handles and latches
It seems they were singing
an old fashioned song
We tried to join in
as we walked right along
We laughed and we giggled
so much fun was had
But we had to leave
and that made us both sad
So we promised each other
that we both would meet
Again very soon
on this new city street
A Fable
I was spending an afternoon with a billionaire
On our walk through town, we came to an art salon
on its wall, a painting I liked but could not afford
The billionaire offered to buy it for me, but reserved
The right to take the artwork back should I die
because he is an art collector,
The salon refuses to sell to the billionaire, who buys the salon
and everything in it, at a price no one can afford to
refuse; my rich friends hand me the painting
that I no longer want, because I liked the idea that
something costs more than I can afford
The wealthy man shrugs as he has made a good deal
This afternoon, later that day, he paid for a burger
and coke, and I don't mind him paying
Abbie was born on October 28th in 1995,
And comes from East Grinstead, Sussex,
She went to two special schools very alive,
With therapy: Treloar School and Valence.
Abbie boarded at Valence, a good deal,
And with the help of Remap that makes,
Equipment for disabled people to seal,
She was able to pursue her club stakes.
At Valence she practised 2 or 3 times daily,
For five days a week, and CEO Adam Rowe,
Of Remap says “if [you] want to [grow, tally]
in sport…we make or adapt [things to hoe].”
In the F32 club throw at Doha, the Worlds,
Abbie came third with a throw of 19.24m PB,
And then in Grosseta in the F31/32/51 swords,
She came third so as a bronze medal to see.
She has improved every, each year, but at Rio,
She only just missed out on a medal ranking,
As she has done before because her portfolio,
Is combined sometimes with F31/52 scoring.
CALIBER:
Burn out the news,
If you think of it being new.
The talk of what I've been through,
Doesn't appear as truth.
It's a risky deal for you.
I'm seeing it with few,
To be an unimaginable conceptualised deal.
Back in our younger days,
Where we just trap to efface.
Something I never accept to taste.
People call me lame of shame,
For I choose to be myself in the game.
Smoking, killing, robbing never my aim.
Wasn't part of reasons why I came.
I get a different plan all the same,
With my red eyes picturing my lane.
Impressing nobody, fear not to be sane.
Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Sake of fame.
What gets me stronger is an undying flame,
Unlimitedly causing magnificence,
Born out of intellectuality walled by faith.
This citation proves my legitimacy on slate.
As I stand by personal competence to be awake,
To clearly elaborate minds laid on await.
At the end we all will be clinged by conjugate.
And our spines will elevate,
Causing a tremendous change to propagate.
No suicide, fratracide would be in minds.
And every heart will show some kind,
Only for that goal to be held as one.
When the table serve some wine,
We then say a good deal is done.
But hold on some minute,
Maybe you're actually not getting it.
Well, Some also might be lost to think,
Especially those folks diregarding this.
This is a reality defining who I am.
I don't go contrary to the norm.
That's going wayward or doing wrong,
Because I don't forget where I'm from.
And I throw no stones to those who conform,
To the system that corrupts.
It's their choice,and I'm informed.
In my circle do I not stay common,
Assertively taking refuge in a dungeon,
Protected by Judah's Greatest Lion.
On him do I forever rely on.
My strength and happiness,
Sourced from his greatness.
Placing me at the top to be fearless.
What then could make my life baseless?
I'm brave and earnest.
Withstanding against pellets,
Discharged to cause breakdowns,
Against my life anyhow.
In fact, this is really detrimental.
Yet, I modify it willfully to be topical.
Funny how the narration goes,
I don't care about it though .
I stay keenly to achieve my goals..
Strictly do I hate to oppose.
And thank God my ambitions is not disclosed,
For my worth to be blemished the most.
Yes,I'm Anderson Walkingshoes!
I'm strong, determined and bold.
Feeling very trapped
Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped
Proceed down a level
Only giving a quotable shovel
Building a winning case
In a better place
Riding in a vehicle to transfer
Something in the air had a stir
“Face the gunners mate
Tonight is the date
Do not worry about the sky points
You will not lose em in the Emirates joint”
As for the new castle that was united
Confident acting armored and knighted
Plan to invade the gold sands
Metal detectors in the hand
Mr. Bourne shouted from the mouth
“Why are you heading south?
To pick our bloody cherries
In order to pour your chalices and be merry”
A royal not in a hurry
Answered, “No we want to know what you have buried “
Before the match
Mr. Bourne wondered about the catch
Wanting to fry the whole batch
“A royal meal
Sounds like a good deal”
Stepping off the bus
Convicted canary had no fuss
Ready to take the arsenal aim
Realizing it is just high profile fame
Feeling very calm
Taking the threat made by the cannon ball bomb
Puttering on the beach
Deciding on a lesson to teach
Magpies treasure uncovered a tasteful test
Carrying all the ingredients that were in the chest
Claiming their pies are the best
Mr. Bourne watched in content
Reaching his one goal that he meant
In the flavor went
Deceptive dessert destined to be sent
Baked by mag the pie
Well decorated and that was no lie
Placed in a box
Addressed “Thackray now having Goldie locks”
Arriving home seeing the gift
This gave the west ham and nice lift
Reading the attached letter
That stated you will play better
Table saw a movement that counted three
Jumping over the buzzing bees
Hornets now behind
Closer to relegation time
After eating the treat
Ever so sweet
With a accompanied wine
Temptation that was divine
Not able to decline
In the end Thackray shirt turned color Claret
Due to the after dinner drink that was a perfect pair it
Thackray thought this was good and fun
Before a thought came to her when she was done
Appointment book said Sunday meeting at St James
Playing a game
Letting out a gigantic gastric bubble
Saying “Uh oh I am a west ham in big trouble”
She was worn and weathered, but still such a comfy fit
Had done her time; yet still was full of spit and grit
Hanging on a rail now, waiting on finding a new owner
With a sadness as her last owner had now disowned her
Rummaging hands maul at her to see if she still has appeal
Reduced in price now, she was more than a good deal
Another day passes, and she is still hanging on that rail
Maybe next time when she is yet again reduced in a sale
She had given all her best, but there was life in her still
Was there anyone out there to whom their dream she could fulfil
Night falling, the shop window was now under the street light glow
Hung between all the other second hand goods, not much to show
With people passing by, but not much attention was to her given
No one to see her cut, and quality, for her no such recognition
Until at last someone stopped and looked through the shop’s window pane
There a handsome young man, her excitement she could not contain
With his head tilting to one side then to the other as if to get a better view
Is it me he is looking at, when a whispered voice says, yes, it’s you
The next day arrives; she can hear heighten voices at the door
The shop keeper opens up, and they both enter onto the shop floor
One being the young man whom she saw only the night before
He was heading straight for her, with it her heart began to soar
Gently lifting her off the rail, he placed her up against his chest
Looking into the shop mirror, he seemed to be quite impressed
He took her to the counter, and bought her with a satisfied grin
He didn’t want her bagged; he wanted to wear her right there and then
She could feel his happiness; he was wearing her with pride
And she was more than happy just for him her love to provide
Yes, she was more than happy just for him her love to provide
I'm right here, lying in the mid-year heat,
In my yard, on that antiquated seat,
To hear Kera's joyful voice singing,
To watch fireflies on pixie wings glinting.
Regardless of the sun setting, it's still very hot,
The dampness previously had drenched the lot,
However, I am right here, drinking my scrumptious tea,
to savor the gifts the season has given me.
A good deal like an old bullfrog emits a gentle sound,
The date is perused on the greenery-covered ground,
Either that or the bats that fly around the watch's lighting,
I'm strolling around setting up a feast for the evening.
You can see the stars in the clear night sky,
The moon is a fragment and the coyotes cry,
You can hear an owl in a distant tree,
Tonight, wild-eyed and thankful, I flee.
There may be a shower tomorrow night,
Regardless, I'll love to involve in that sight,
Drops rising ruckus on earth should be seen,
Without fail, thunder conveys a heavenly scene.
I'm right here, lying in the mid-year heat,
In my yard, on that antiquated seat,
To hear Kera's joyful voice singing,
To watch fireflies on pixie wings moving.
Written: July 16, 2022
I'm becoming increasingly concerned when I see people rushing to judgement based on publicly sourced "facts".
On the other hand I agree that our current "justice" system leaves a lot to be desired.
There must be an alternative we can create together... a way to establish the facts with a minimum of turmoil, pain, unsubstantiated blame, and free-floating anger.
We're all human beings. We each have experiences with life that have informed our world-view. Some of the wounds go back multiple generations. And we live in a society that is not generally open to the airing of wounds.
So we're all, pretty much, out here in free-fall.
All we have is each other.
Anger is not the problem. The problem is in letting the anger take over. The problem is in not having a space in which to reflect and see the other as human.
We're all angry although most of us do a good job of hiding our rage. But it's there. It's part of being human.
So the task before us is to create a means for processing real crimes in a way that casts light on the darkness of our hearts instead of making them less full of light.
All we have is each other.
When one of us gives in to anger we're blinding ourselves. And that's going to happen. I've spent a good deal of my life blinded. But if we're going to find a solution each one of us is going to have to find ways to get past this obstruction.
The whole world's in danger and all of us played a part in putting it there. Mostly in ignorance, but ignorance is no longer a viable excuse. The world is in too much danger.
If we're going to survive we're going to have to wake up. And help those around us wake up as well. Don't blame yourself or others for ignorance. Simply make a connection.
If we're going to survive we have to make the connection. In this dangerous world we've created... all we have is each other.
WAITING
We humans have a lot of practice waiting…
let’s stop and think this through…
for the first nine months of our life…waiting is all we do.
We spend that time inside our mother’s womb…
blissfully floating about…
while our parents spend the same nine months
waiting to greet us when we come out.
We spend a good deal of time in our crib…waiting…
searching the world above…
becoming familiar with the faces of those we will learn to love.
We wait till our bodies are ready…then we begin to crawl…
We can’t wait till we’re ready to walk…
which is why, at first, we often fall.
As parents we can’t wait for our children to start talking…
for their first words to drop…
Then there are those days, when they’re incessant talking…
we can’t wait for them to stop.
When you think about our life…call it destiny, serendipity or fate…
we are faced with a multitude of circumstances…where we are expected to wait.
We wait for a movie to begin…
sometimes we wait, in life, for a sign….
We wait for the traffic light to change…
and how often do we wait in line.
We wait for the seasons to change…
this wait, at times can be agitating…
(In Florida when it comes changing seasons…suffice it say…we’re still waiting).
When wishing to buy that car, house or clothes…
we wait to see if we can afford the cost….
Sometimes we wait for a final outcome…
to see if we have won…or we have lost.
We wait for loved ones at the airport…
sometimes they wait for us too…
We wait…once we find the right person…
for the moment to say ‘I do’.
We wait to open our presents…
they may bring us a laugh…a smile…a tear..
We wait for the doctor to tell us…news we are hoping to hear.
It’s amazing when it comes to waiting…
there is one fact we cannot ignore…
The time we wait can seem fast…or slow…
depending on who or what we’re waiting for.
I imagine waiting, whether easy or hard,
in the end can make us all a little bit stronger….
and for those of you who can’t wait for this poem to end…
you needn’t wait any longer.
Allegiant Air
Was on time for a scheduled affair
Landing on the strip
Customers claiming to be here for a gridiron trip
In reality they transport a gullible lot
Visiting football fanatics who think their team has a shot
Playing representatives from the American Conference
Of the Wild Wild West
Trying to be the very very best
Silver and black they do wear
In a stadium named Allegiant Air
Guests usually invade this town
Wanting to walk around ad mist the gaming sound
Taking in a show
Before they go
Leaving diamond and hearts on the table
Acting like a man named Gable
Trying to enjoy his fantasy fable
Looking for a victory to steal
And a meal that seemed to be a good deal
Believing the whole scene was oh so real
While sitting back enjoying a nice resting feel
In the end the short junket was a worth what they paid
No matter how many illegal hits were made
In true honesty it was a nice stay
Even know the scoreboard did not flash what the visitors wanted it to say
Allegiant will be there after the affair
Leaving the strip taking off into the air
Flying high into the sky
With its passengers saying to the Las Vegas Raiders, ‘bye bye’