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……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins……
Alas, corn on the cob, cool drinks, gone!
Our choice summer, sang its last song.
Children had their day in the hot sun.
Sandcastles alone, one by one.
Baseball diamonds bare of loud cheers.
No loud shouts for “cold beer, here”!
Firecrackers, feet dug in sand.
Nor a dance, by our city’s band.
Not one silver kite, will shine on high.
Farewell, soft, endless, summer skies!
Fragrance of our beloved flowers,
We shall smell in chilled, winter’s hours!
10/29/2022
Quatrain A,A,B,B
8 words/line
Addenda~ Leader of Great Books of the Western World said:
“ This reminds me of Thomas Wolfe and Ray Bradbury,”
What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying chords of the gloomy view?
The cold that begets each blurred leaf moans,
It clangs inside the veins and blisters the bones.
I loathe the mellowed tones of the clock thrum,
The hallway of time strikes a brilliant hoodlum.
I'm ridden that the fig's fallen leaves can't be undone,
I queried, yet has been unfit to mend the core bone.
Those dreary addenda appear to float on the vein,
And reflect my adamant dismay to me within.
He was fraught before dying startlingly,
A load of the burden of debt is crushing loosely.
Then, he learned a lot from this position,
Judge people who have plaid in fiscal coercion.
Hide behind the fig leaf, in the shadow,
Hide behind it your heart's calm to follow.
Never trust that fig leaf; it has a bark
Snack and taste from my oozy limp mark.
It's the fabled stint to delve into the spurts of life,
Lacking a fig leaf, you might swap bare in strife.
None left after the last leaf fell on the ground,
Also, each one saw it clearly, but no sound.
Written: March 28, 2022
1ST Place Contest Winner
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
We see all around us duality,
endless pairs of opposites in motion,
attachment to which, joy fatality,
so still attention in meditation,
ending needless thought flow agitation.
Abiding thus in thought rested stillness,
boundaries blur; we entwine with oneness.
Delusion ends, as ego disappears,
emptiness replaced by bliss in fullness,
ending erst fears, as God’s presence so nears.
Our vaporised self, has no agenda,
as we thus become a conduit divine,
complicating not life by addenda,
head-heart meld, with love pulsations align,
playing our earth role, as God does assign.
Quirks of fate, akin to a Ferris wheel,
yet both highs and lows hold equal appeal,
since we liken life to a lucid dream,
undiluted remains our zest and zeal,
as life images continue to stream.
28-October-2021
(HMS syllable counter used)
A Story from My Heart
Kelly was a Red Tabby and a contemplative soul!Elena, my daughter used to put him in her doll buggy and walk him around the house. How he loved those rides!
History. I found Kelly near Chinatown in San Francisco, on a busy street in a teeny garden bed. Noisy cable cars, passing by!
I picked him up and went to apartments, nearby. Nobody was the owner! So I hailed a cab and took him home.
Back then, nobody fretted over cat diseases or wondered, if a cat was neutered
I just brought him home to my Calico, Luvey!
My cats had to be calicos or red tabbies only. My present feine is Irene, also a Calico. Our feral outdoors cat is a Calico.
Luvey accepted Kelly instantaneously, like a part of the family.
They were like sister and brother. We took him to the vet, had him fixed. He died from Kidney disease, he had to be put down.I laid on the floor in the vet lobby and had a tantrum, like a kid! I was so attached to that guy. He was in
misery the last few weeks of his loving life.
The Calico, Luvey, outlived him. Sle got to age 25! That one fell out of a three story window..I found her in the morning. She was limping, that’s all. I
told my fiancé, I wanted her checked out. So, took her in,
The vet showed me..ugh...she cracked her palate, which required surgery, and after that, they could not wake her! I said, “I will come down and wake her!!l”
She was lying, almost dead in the bottom of the cage.
I opened the door and said my magic words ” Mommy is here!” She woke up
She lived to be twenty-five years old! Luvey had a heart attack while being examined for a bad cold. I sat in a room, and talked to that dead cat and sang to her for 45 minutes. Those were precious moments.
May she Rest In Peace! Luvey was a tiny cat. And my first. A boyfriend brought her to me. I said, “I don’t want a cat!!.
Hal said, “give her a try for one night!!
That transformed into 25 awesome years...
Addenda~ A Shining Memory
One Christmas, I walled Kelly down the long hall in our
apartment building...His leash was thick, forest green tinsel!
A most loving companion, beloved by all my neignors.
I still miss him, though decades have flown away!
5/10/2022
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~Nearsighted
(rule of law)
~Farsighted
(rule of lies)
~The "ayes" have it
(hidden agenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(secret addenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(hate crimes)
~The "ayes" have it
(critical times)
~Unmitigated truth
(entombed)
~Undocumented lies
(exhumed)
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~As the world cries
***
12/13/2019
Photo "Imposter" by Gabriela Ferreira on flickr
Operative phrase ‘the last one’, a thought
Lower mind contracts, whilst higher has fun
Let us spiral not, in narrow thought slots
There is no doing, which needs to be done
Happy child at play, has no agenda
Each moment complete, basking in the sun
In life, goalposts shift, adding addenda
One step at a time, a better option
Dance uninhibited, free from stigma
Ego borne desires, in agitation
Each new craving, said to be the last one
Specious logic, hypnotic delusion
Have the last one for the road, said someone
More oft than not, feral instincts prevail
There seems no hope, until we come undone
Life a seamless flow, wherein we all sail
Pure uncluttered heart, claims the holy grail
30-November-2020
(syllabic Terza Rima)
Dearest cherished oceans of the deepest blue.....
No, oh, no....I may not even visit you!
I cry to God's awesome skies,
To awaken people to all the lies.
Seagulls.....see me wave to them!
Walking back to my car to return
to my lockdown pen..
The moon and stars see our lives
slipping away.
We must take back our joy, not
live on fear, as a mainstay.
Truth tellers..beware we all will eventually
be put down.
Power is a poison, government cares
for you not, they are vicious clowns.
"Just take the poison, wear a mask."
The propaganda machine's immoral
daily, sinful task.
This is your nightfall call!
Choose total freedom now, do not
harm yourself of let this nation fall.
Be very afraid for once!
Do you follow rules by a clown and a
dunce?
California is totally in the toilet.
Governor Newsom saw to that, he both
ruined and soiled it!
You poets ill from the vaccine, tell
us your grief.
It will give some people here nightmares
and others relief.
You are the portal to our freedom.
Why are you holding back.... I ask?
The storm of censorship shuts truth
down daily.
I saw adolescents with brain bleed and
blood clots...it is time to rally.
People surely can make a choice!
Shout out now, loud and clear,with
your truthful voice.
The summer sky filled with Newsom's
fires.
A tyrant, a Nero who dreams as our
homes become nothing but pyres.
A Himmler, a Hitler, that rotter is he!
As he smiles in his mirror, greasing up
his foppy hair and destroying
humanity.
7/28/2021
Addenda, just because you had no reaction
Does not mean others have not.
A Simple Poet Ponders..
Along a lane of glowing orange
trees, I leisurely sauntered.
Reminiscing of my lovers in the past
Then,suddenly, a strong wind blew them
all away in a one, refreshing gasp!
Instead, I pondered my virtues and failings,
in the stillness of the autumn morning dew.
Hugged by loving trees on either side.
Knowing that in God's hands, I did abide.
The crunch of His leaves beneath my feet.
I longed for the day, the face of my God to meet.
11/2/2019
12:30am
*An addenda. Thanks to Line for correcting me
via Soupmail re: a typo! In appreciation and
love, Panagiota ***