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The earth moans the earth and blood is soaked into dirt, the beatitude stands still and the mountain goat is grazing patiently on the hill. The birds are conducting Sunday morning mass and the leaders are prostrating on the grass; woeful tears are streaming down their faces and sins of their youth are scattered in open ditches, running streams, sidewalks and fortified manholes. Bullets wriggling in their flesh and some of them lay face down gasping for breath.
The whippoorwill is flying about and cannery is flying with a knife stuck in its throat. The sun is barely peeping out and the new is flying around the town. Some too busy to listen to it and other are too scared to absorb it. Everything came to a standstill and the news is already waving in the sky. Anxious eyes scrambling for answer and their body temperature are getting hotter. I mute my lips and take a gigantic leap over the three hundred- and fifty-kilometers precipice , clouds beneath clouds, create a waving movement in the sky and clouds underneath clouds spreading inside out. Hundreds of bodies lie still at the altar, swimming in their own pool while the morning scampers along with the machine gun trembling in their hands; they are getting ready for another Sunday mass
The Priests are purifying the grounds and they are spilling the incense all around; a strange sensation burst through the atmosphere and mourners are lining the streets watching destiny as it completes its final round. The old flag is lowered and the new flag is raised to the tower.
Pine cone appears in the middle of the earth and covers the earth’s surface in an oblique manner. They roll from the top of the hill pitching a big tenth in the middle of nowhere, silver, brown and grey they all had something unique to say. It’s regeneration, its human enlightenment it is the rebirth of the life that I have never lived, it’s my childhood yearning my adolescence longing and my adult new life, I have always dream of someone like you but can you really make my adult dream come through, and what about all the people around you I will carve the message on the pumpkin skin and sign it with a daffodils. The lantern is lit, the fireplaces is warm so meet my for coffee or tea before the break of dawn and take the silver pine cone with you.
Kokoda Efogi 1942....
The Japanese turned tail and headed north on twenty eighth September forty two. ...
They'd struggled round on mountains fought stopped near Moresby by the few. ...
Eighteen hundred went to stop ten thousand in the jungle mountains high. ...
Fought and skirmished over land in a rainforest never dry. ..
Our fresh Brigade now drove them off and followed as they ran, ...
in places high we'd count the cost where our mates died every man. ...
Near Efogi in a clearing up among the mountains high, ..
stopped to wonder at the scene, dead men round a circle lie. ...
All around a circle green, bloated rotten stinking high, ...
Japanese were piled up everywhere, by the dozen just to die. ...
So many died why came the thought? What killed them though they tried? ...
There in a pit two brave men fought, two Bren gunners fought and died. ...
Sat back to back to watch the clearing, even bullet riddled, soldiered on. ...
Slowly died with each bullet searing, fought till their last bullet fired and gone. ...
Two marksmen stayed upon the trail, let the wounded, get away, ...
Japanese in thousands were a coming, o'er the mountains narrow way. ...
2 Bren machine gun bullet spenders, deadly accurate this I say, ...
all around the bullets humming, squealing Japanese were turned to clay. ...
Kokoda trail held till they died, slowed the Japanese a little way, ...
though surrounded no surrender, at the time had death to pay. ...
21st Brigade men fought and died, two lives given on the day, ...
like Horatious at the bridge, didn't falter there to stay...
September 1942 two men were discovered near Efogi in New Guinea... My father Don Johnson of the 2/25th Btn. saw these two brave men had died fighting the thousands of Japanese... Don Johnson...
The Bren machine gun .303 caliber was so accurate that 2 to three bullets did take the top
of the head off your opposition soldier, if he popped his head up.
When these brave men died we were being pressured by overwhelming odds,
Up to 13,000 available Japanese troops were encircling each of the 3 battalions total 2,500 soldiers sent to stop them.
Constantly surrounding them in the mountains, forcing retreats ...
Blow a whistle, or write a song, while the white bearded-men of small fishing towns drown the nights away. Try to forget, if only for so long, that the tempted wish bowl rolls; floats like a wing and cries great lies of childish negligence, coming to wish all the best, to each worried-face at the contest.
Broken seats flood empty spaces of the unsaid, whispers sneak about as my heart beats, taking the pain out of what the people on TV finally confessed. The hidden message, the broken bills, hiding, in a black back room, twice locked, twice removed. The rich and the poor, a cousin, but there’s more, where that came from that we choose, or tend, to ignore.
Pick a poison, pick a fruit, like the other one said: I’d rather be dead.
I tend to forget how to relate, sometimes, some such, to each other and a stretched out story passed down from another forgotten tribe. This is what the line allows. There’s a scratch, and a rock, a touch and a match, to keep the time clicking on, like a bomb.
There’s a little liquor, I shiver, wanting to close the blinds. But my mind pounds, counting down the days until I can run sideways or inside, someplace, jumping through hoops if I have to or if it helps.
I know that at one time, they’ve said “One Day” and I still see them sitting all around; a circle is a monstrous thing that keeps them coming back, without missing anything, without a sound. It’s like a stamp; it’s like a message; it’s just a damn thing that they found.
Wondering: the word I hear if there’s a note hit that high every time. I let it simmer, and cut the chord, laying back ever so slightly, waiting, waiting, and finally unwinding.
Another turn twirls on by, the jagged, abrupt tuck, small rocks sticking out; like a pine branch on a path. I think it’s weird and sad and treacherous, and I haven’t told anyone that before. A year older, probably the reason why, passing by the wise, not surprised, uninspired and demoralized.
“Walk the Line,” they say, trying to turn a blind eye. So I’ll shut up and just get in the back, with a worried look, turning my neck, to see it all once more, before it’s over and I have truly tried to cross that fine line.
I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding court with the squirrels in dugout boat as they wait patiently on the shore for winter to set in.
It was just yesterday that ambition turned into a clown and start running a marathon around the town wooing passion in the street and gathering what is left of the Christmas fleet.
The moisture is drying out of the air and there is little semblance of hope left over there but they wait patiently for winter to come.
The migration caravan is on the road, marching though country, city state and town. You must take your cue from the happenings around you and prepare for the master is drawing near.
A multitude of them are crossing the bridge with babies on breast, babies in strollers and father carrying children on their shoulder. They band together in groups and rest together when the temperature increased, with blistered feet and courage up their sleeve they were determine to cross over in America.
The journey has life in its feet and something unusual is about to erupt in the street, the cars are running up and down the road picking up and dropping off passengers all around, a strange heat is radiating from the sun and it is scorching the leaves on the tree and forced the birds to migrant out of the town.
when destiny is drawing near it will speak to you in many different ways. observe what is going on around you.
Sweat is streaming down my back and the chirping bird are leaving but the stubborn ones have planted their feet in the ground but they will be severely burnt from their hard headed frown.
What on earth is going on? The earth is vomiting sweet juice on the lawn, and something is forming beyond the hill, and you must sit still and observe it. The heat is fading away and winter is coming my way.
I can feel the cold air blowing in my back and something in the clouds is falling to the ground; in seconds a white world stood around me reminiscing its age-old sin.
"The Better Side"
It's possible to sacrifice so much of yourself people think your Band-Aids are clothing labels. Never stop to ask how they may be beneficial, grabbing, pulling so you never heal. Always underwater keeping them afloat.
Worse yet, there's that one who sits around and leeches your juicy fruit, sucks your labor way past overtime.
Will have you sitting in church batting away demons, asking where is the savior? Somebody spray some Raid all around, a halo ain't no crown. A few boys in woods could easily be lords of a hood, but they're too busy messing with stanky kush. Batting away flies, plotting their demise while basking on Easy Street.
Life is hard. Like trying to stop roller skates with no brakes. Sometimes it's better to crash and burn and begin again then to follow the same ol folly.
Goodie MOB said, "You need to get up, get out and get something but like Pharcyde, Life Keeps on Passing Me by. Your roots are fickle, your honesty trickles. I bet you couldn't tell the difference between a river and an intermittent stream. Look at your map. Read the legend. Make true north your only confession. Stop falsifying what you do because you have no stick-to-itiveness.
You cannot be what you are by sabotaging your name. You might as well be Toby, & act like you don't know me. Mirror, mirror on the wall. Ask a question and it replies Who the hell are you? Worrying about a credit score while making payments on a cell phone because you don't want flip phone credentials. Be in the beginning and forget about Samsung and them.
I'm miffed. Somehow in all thy getting I managed to grab two stones, a splinter, and pieces of broken glass. I wish they could comprehend the O so simple.
Watch me work, then you do the same. Like Leroy from the T.V. show Fame. You never thought a black man could pirouette until you saw Michael Jordan do it. Act like you been here before. You don't have to walk in my footsteps, but at least go in my direction. Be the better side of my reflection.
"It only takes a spark to set a fire burning. And all around a fire is slowly glowing. That's how wonderful God's love is. Once we've experienced it, we really want the world to know. We want to pass it on."*** 1970's Christian pop song.
It only takes a match to set a candle glowing. And all around its flame is brightly burning! The people of the world who have set in spiritual darkness have seen a great light. It's why we keep our candlesticks burning brightly in a spiritual darkened world.***
Oh! Let your candle lights shine all around the world. Oh! Let your camp fires Burn brightly all around the world. Oh! let your home fires burn brightly all around the world. ***
Oh let God's love set the world a flame. With an all the consuming Holy Spirit's Flame blazing its way in the darkest night! Paving the way for everlasting life!***
"Come on people now smile on your brother. Everybody get together gotta love one another right now." ***
Only God's holy spirit knows which way the wind blows its flame! It sets the hearts of men and women ablaze with holy desire! ***
"Maybe tomorrow when he looks down on every creature in every town. All of his children of every nation. They'll be peace and good brother hood Crystal Blue Persuasion." Tommy James and the Shondells. ***
"Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong they are weak but he is strong. Yes Jesus loves me! Yes Jesus loves me the Bible tells me so." ***
Oh! God the Father is love sweet and lasting love. Jesus Christ, God the Son grants us ever lasting life. But God the Holy Spirit, "Leads us and guides us and lives right inside of us! ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 14, 2020
From all over they coming
See them parking every where
All kinds of food they bringing
Rum, sweet drinks and cold beer
See them on the beach walking
Under the Trinidad sun
And when you hear them talking
Its trini people having fun
See them in the sea bathing
Salt water in their hair
Some by the coconut tree drinking
All around a friendly atmosphere
And though they don’t know each other
They all has a positive attitude
Trinidadians are free sprit people
They are always in a happy mood
In beaches all around the country
This is the scene everywhere
Trinidad people like their beach lime
They coming from far and near
Shirley in the front seat eating
Chicken pelau and potato salad
Rianna making mango chow
That girl like her pepper to bad
Riad get drunk in a party last night
Now he drinking coconut water
Roger tells him “boy drinks some carib
If you want to recover
And with the trade winds blowing
Dry coconut falling on the ground
And you hear all kind of music playing
Soca, chutney, and Indian song
A woman Curry Duck cooking on a fire
Gosh it smelling good from over here
She takes out some in a plate and calls me
Trinidad people like to share
Chacachacare, Chaguaramas, Chagville
Blanchisseuse, Las Cuevas, Maracas Bay
Quinam, Cedros, Manzanilla,mayaro
Just a few beaches, people go to everyday
Trinidad and Tobago is a paradise
With the most friendly people in the world
The islands of the caribs and the arawaks
Of which lots of stories have been told
Some welcome all you visitors
And enjoy the mysteries of the islands
It’s the country I was born in
And I’m proud to be a Trinidadian
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
What the hell does it mean!
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
What the hell does it mean!
Two loves together make one lover life,
and one and one kiss, take two kisses,
it makes one love and one love into one love,
It is confusing,
and it tears your heart with envy,
it makes you laugh,
and it makes you cry,
it makes two feelings into one,
the good, and the bad come in one.
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
a kiss and a playful hug,
love kisses love and love blushes and kisses back,
the bite of the lip,
love melts in love's heart.
love and love- together,
and kiss and kiss and kiss,
love love,
love love,
love love,
Cupid's arrow is love,
and the bosom of her heart is love,
and arrow strikes, taking a piece of your heart,
and love takes place,
hypnotism,
rubbish love, love, love,
a kiss,
a pinch,
a hug,
a slap,
and thump,
a beat,
a sound,
a caring,
a feeling,
a power,
a kiss to a kiss- more and more to do with a kiss,
love love,
love love.
they kiss and they love,
ah there is that word again- love!
What is love,
what the hell does it mean?
love love,
love love,
all around, all around a kiss, a kiss, a kiss,
all around, all around a loving kiss to a loving heart,
and a hug and a kiss, a kiss, a kiss all around-all around.
What does it mean,
what the hell does it mean?!
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
all around, all around...
.3.4.2014.
Spring is here again
run and tell your friends
the pigs are grunting
donkeys are braying
cows are mooing
sheep are bleating
dogs are barking
hens are clucking
and the farm animals
have come alive.
It is spring and we have to survive
Spring is swelling with love
and blessings are pouring from above
the grapes are springing upon the vine and
the natural environment is mine
Spring is here again the grass is green
and I am rolling in my dreams
The air is filled with salty smell
and the rivers are cresting again
the skies are radiant with assorted colors
and the fragrance from the blooming flowers
saturate the atmosphere with fresh air
Spring is here again
take off your heavy coats and long boots
and buy a brand new pair of shoes
fill your heart with laughter
and spread love and joy in the street
until your destiny is complete.
Spring is here again
but winter has visited my friends
it a snowing in that town and darkness
is all around, a tornado has ripped off their roofs
and the whole community has no power or shoes
and the residence cannot take a shower
But the snow will soon dry up from the ground
and spring will come dancing around
winter will fade away and spring will enter
with a brand new feeling and a nice rhythm
Spring is here again run and tell your friends
tell everybody in the cities to get ready for spring
festivities, the spirit of love is in the air
and there are lots of things to share
Spring is here again!
S - P - R - I - N - G
Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired,
his grip weakening, he breathes his last.
The frowning skies finally crumble fast
revealing downy blue clouds that waltz
The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall
touching, caressing but melting adagio
the white icy coats among branches...
The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves
then upon naked arms of trees curls
the color green trembling with symptoms of spring.
Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums.
Evergreen trees duet as they whistle
to calm tunes of nippy breeze.
All around a choir blushing fountain hues
of brown, red, pink and yellow.
Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost
now stands. They burst with grins and jolts--
like squirrels bouncing up and down.
Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by!
Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps--
running dry with the heat rising slow on air.
It stirs sweet liquid pearls
to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells.
Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar...
Lured, they dance on merry-go-round
in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine.
Coats and boots all pack and rolled away,
chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair
as little children prance to do some plays.
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POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons
Placed 1st
©O.E. Guillermo
06:49 pm, January 01, 2015