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Karen Windle Roughly On Par

Karen Windle roughly on par...
with being a miniature poodle size dogsend

Apartment B44 one bedroom unit
at Highland Manor low income facility
housing older folks convenient starting point,
to launch poem and invite reader(s)
reason(s) without rhyme
why yours truly (me)
chose to express heartfelt gratitude
toward resident Karen Windle,
which named individual most likely unknown

across world wide web
(hmm... maybe methinks perchance
possibly ye did sound her out courtesy radar,
especially if thee dutiful patrol officer
generously handing out -
not necessarily) winning lottery tickets
within vicinity encompassing
University of Delaware.

We (myself and zee missus) inhabit
aforementioned single bedroom abode,
allows, enables and provides
convenient reference point
upon exiting our dime a dozen quarters
(housing near penniless occupants)
verily orient toward left of hallway,
no need to access global positioning satellite

leisurely amble short distance
just count three doors down on the left,
thee will espy name tag printed
small letters Karen Windle
her acquaintanceship we did kindle,
now greater value when measured with corn,
wheat, or other commodities
approximately equal to three bushels,
but varying in different regions.

Explanation whereby appreciation
toward Karen (spry firecracker, energetic, 
diminutive, albeit frail looking gal)
materialized when series of unfortunate events
rendered me and mine spouse
without ready immediate access to automobile
near necessity within quaint enclave
identified as Schwenksville, Pennsylvania

affords absolute zero public transit,
hence necessity for chauffeur de jure arose,
whereby availability to shuttle us
found monetary compensation declined,
thus stymied intent regarding how I could
communicate sincere thankfulness
relieved when she would accept

poetic endeavor incorporating
best college try (mine) to alleviate
imposition if/when opportunity exists
to scrape meager money
and expect to sink a fortune
maintaining, insuring, fueling vehicle,
significant portion of social security (disability)

allocated to sustain reliability of car
dollar figure greater than buzzfeeding
caretaking, duties linkedin to
mental, physical, and spiritual health
concerning this aging baby boomer,
plus his counterpart approximately
previous couple dozen years.


Use By Date

The wife and I just recently, joined the clan of scrimp and save,
But we’re hoping that this attitude won’t send us to our grave,
So we added to this latest fad, and put upon our plate,
That we’ll never buy another thing without a use by date.

Shopping in the supermarket, we would amble down the aisle,
And one by one we’d check the goods, and give a nod or smile,
For we’d check for fat, then sugar, and seek its healthy trait,
But before we made a final choice, we’d check the use by date.

And if by chance that day is gone, and the goods are still on sale,
I’d protest to the manager, ‘take ‘em down or go to gaol!’
Often I am offered little bribes, but I just tell them straight,
‘My wife and I will never buy, an over use by date!’

It’s turned our shopping into art for the wife and cagey me,
Perusing every label on the shelf; and every use by date we see,
And as we shop we plan our week, so nothing’s wasted on a plate,  
Making sure we use, what we do buy, before its use by date.

Of course there’s bargains on a Sunday, found at a local fete,
Where some will compromise a price, when out of use by date.
You don’t know what you’re buying. You could be tempting fate!
So money doesn’t come into it. We live by the use by date.

But today is one occasion when, me nerves are put on edge,
And it very nearly changed me mind, about me ‘use by’ pledge,
So I’ll take you through the reason why, I’m forced to strive and strain,
And I told me wife who caused it, ‘don’t put me through that again!’ 

So I have to mention that today, sort of makes me face go red,
For me wife’s been taken off the pill, because of what the Doctor said,
He mentioned there’s been side effects; therefore the pill must be rejected.
He then suggested we use condoms, to avoid the unexpected. 

This stopped me in me tracks it did, for now I have to buy,
The product made for ‘safety first’… but I’m too flamin’ shy!
So we compromised for what is best, the wife walked out the door,
And came home shortly with the goods… a box of twenty-four.

She threw the pack across to me, and said ‘now read the box’.
‘Hey I don’t need instructions!’ Is my reply that duly mocks,   
But scanning just for scanning’s sake, I felt this jolt of horrer’…
‘These condoms have a use by date, and it runs out ‘tomorrer!’
Form: Rhyme

Can One Be Arrested For Yelling Liar In a Church

CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me 

We three had left together but suddenly there were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
 
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
And called this a  “storm by madness made”

And then he made us walk blindly through the wood 
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean  and uncertain gamble  
As you amble through the briars and the brambles

You need  to possess  a lot of fortitude 
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist,  I could have killed Suede

Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede screamed orders I just wanted us all to run 
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component

There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is the one who wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out and find her,yeah, lots of luck

Suddenly he just stole our baby away
I begged him to let our baby stay
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden n a new area, in a brand new neighborhood

All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy 
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim 
And that’s virtually all we can remember of  him

While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
While most of us believed us finding her were slim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendously  hurt  
Oh, and we were only the second parents to use what we now named an “Amber Alert” 
       © 2011.….
Form: Quatrain

Zebra Foxtrot Atlas Samuel House By Poefree

CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me 

We three had left together but suddenly were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain 
because only the rain deserves such disdain

We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
A human storm by madness made
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood 
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
  
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble  
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need  to possess  a lot of fortitude 
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist,  I could have killed Suede
Then suddenly I thought the battle was done
Yet and still Suede arose and I just wanted us to run
 
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung as a component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is he who wields a gun

His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
The police assure us that they will find her, yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood

All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy 
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim 
And that’s virtually all we can remember of  him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were broken souls and both our hearts were horrendously  hurt  
Because there are too many inhabitants on this paltry planet who gave birth to the “Amber 
Alert”
       © 2011.….Poefree

If U Do Not Read This They Will Kill My Ex Wife Never Mind Do Not Read This

CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me 

We three had left together but suddenly there were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain 
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
And called this a  “storm by madness made”
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood 
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
  
in the wilderness it is a mean  and uncertain gamble  
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need  to possess  a lot of fortitude 
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist,  I could have 
killed Suede
Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede screamed orders I just wanted us all to run 
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is the one who wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out and find her,yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden n a new area, in a brand new neighborhood

All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy 
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim 
And that’s virtually all we can remember of  him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendousl  hurt  
Oh, and we were only the second parents to use what we call an “Amber Alert” 
       © 2011.….
Form: Quatrain


Can One Be Arrested For Screaming Liar In a Crowded Church

CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR SCREAMING "LIAR" IN A CROWDED CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new  horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, beloved daughter and me 

We three had left together but suddenly were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain 
because only the rain deserves such disdain

We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
A human storm by madness made
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood 
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
  
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble  
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need  to possess  a lot of fortitude 
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist,  I could have killed Suede

Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede arose and I just wanted us all to run 
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power also wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out to find her, 
yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood

All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy 
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim 
And that’s virtually all we can remember of  him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendously  hurt  
Oh and that’s what brought about the sorrowful phrase an “Amber Alert”
       © 2011...Poefree

Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty On An Early Morning Stroll

Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty on an Early Morning Stroll

Along the beautiful tree lined avenues and residences I strode, ruminating spirituality and poetry, amidst peace and bird chirping background.

Upon a sharp turn, afar stood a woman in an Indian suit of black and pink – adjusting her hair standing in a side pose revealing all her attractive angles.

Brief, distant glances exchanged, Sharply she retired homewards, perhaps for a better view from the safety of the curtains?

I passed the house with intent sideways glance to check whether she stood in shade - but continued my stroll back to reflections and bird talk, finding her not to be there.

It was a mere passing scene on a early morning walk – one among many we see that make our lives bright, I thought. I strode on without any expectations – wearing a grateful smile - for the brief colourful sight. 

But it was not to be.

On my routine next round, I again find her. This time standing in leisurely conversation with a timeworn woman I had seen trolling before. 

A couple of long glances ensued. My heartbeat quickened. The old woman was serious in her advice; perhaps unaware of the real purpose of the discussion. The younger gave two, long, satisfying, glances.

Passing her close by, I aver she is not a conventional beauty, yet rustic and healthy, early in her middles. I am more advanced in time, though endowed with a firm and thin frame a fast gait. Fair in color she was and firm in flesh. Attractive she was in her own native way.

Further reflections focused not on poetry but on exciting prospects. I usually make only three, because of the paining knee. Now I extend it to four, expecting to find her in receiving extended guidance.

I find her not there. Disappointed. Perhaps she has made her assessment, this way or that. What it is, I can only know tomorrow during the early morning amble.

Alas it is not to be that way. For I have to leave. I do not live there, I am only on a visit and my next one is due only after a long interregnum. 

By that time the memory of pleasant encounter will wilt in both. And chance will not repeat the favour. 

A rustic beauty I discovered, one fine morning - a chance encounter during my early morning walk.
Form: Ballad

~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #27

Because ... . 
 
~    ~
~  ~
~~
Grace 
faith;-
~~
            patience;-
~~
          mercy joy belief,
         humility and true absolution,
       who themselves do-not-desire  
       or cry-out from-within, for-the-
      solace and-security of this ... ? 
       ~~
        ~~
For I have felt-and seen,
that gracious, love exults the-very-
principals ... and generous surrender for 
all eternity of their open-will. 
     ~~
  ~~
Perfect innocence, 
hopefulness and liberty overt
from the day they were born, raging-winds-
could-not-defile;- because docile, they remain 
amenable, an endearing vision of truth:-
though however fragile.
  ~~
   ~~
           No greater joy-is there for me, nor- 
        anything-more-divine, bridging-the-expanse,
      between-bitter abhorrence ... my own 
     tendentiousness ... unbridled-greed, 
    a genuine ... injustice;- and 
       immeasurable peace.
     ~~
       ~~
   So taken-in-by the wheat fields  
        supplicating mid conciliate winds:- teeming
      I tarried to view-them as I did amble along amid the
     swaying stalks so very felicitous;- to be alive;-
       and in-quiet reverence;- to my Father.
          ~~
        ~~
           Touched by their faithfulness-
            I offered again to Him-
      for His promise-
       culminated-
for-me, ~
   ~~
~~
       my essence.
~~
~~
~~
~~
~~
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 "I'd rather repeatedly fail in my youth-than regret certain consequences ... of my youth's abandon." 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Soaring higher, 
inspiring-and-bold; 
far beyond-the-normal, 
a true originality stands 
alone, lives Honestly boldly,
Openly-Willingly, remains-
connected, centered-
and-free, is confined-
never-within-itself, 
looks for a perfect 
home amid the mix 
revealing for all-the-
goodness frosting-
the-butter cake-
welcomes the-
test-of-time, 
stays-at-
home-within-
the-heart-of-what-
is-real; challenges-
only itself offers its hope-
to another to live a life; as 
                                                                              irrefutable.
© James Long  Create an image from this poem.

The Rainbow

It was a new year's party
Footfalls of the cups and glasses
Dances of the eyes and tongue
The time swung with the music
She wore a light pink lipstick
A lithe body of twenty 
A handndsome cascade in the eyes
Time forgot to fly

Across the table
Sat a young man of about twenty one
The brilliant eyes there and then won
Her thoughts
The river and the yacht
The conversation spurred
Further invitations and meets
For the hungry heartbeats

They got married
One day in the evening
Were into a starry swing
Under the dream-filled stars
He talked of the Venus and Mars
Mentioned the milkyway and black holes
Adjusted the rose in the buttonhole
She recited Eliot under the oak and chestnut
The time rippling in the two pink huts

Just a few weeks later
When he was about to unveil the nature
Looking into the time and space 
Amazed at its grace
To find out
If God really did not play 
The dice with the universe
He was diagnosed with a deadly disease

She stood by refusing to be daunted
We will not allow it to be terminal
She was emphatic
As in the wheel chair
He would amble

Though the doctors gave no more than
Three years of life
The river resolved
To stand by the desert
The chlorophyll by the grey leaves
Eyes keeping close watch on the disease
She pieced together the broken sun
Aggregate of many a moment of the nun
Weaving his tattered confidence
With the wools of warm love for the husband
A fragrance of the garden

The home and family
Rested exclusively on her shoulders
Though overwhelmed
They carried out the responsibility
Ungrudginly

The disease relented
Its progress slackened
The stars in the night sky celebrated
The togetherness unbridled

He travelled on
From the summit to the next summit
Done it, she exclaimed
________________________________________________________

March 21, 2018

Together we are strong - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

Note : As I was not personally involved in what happened, I understand the poem might not fit into the frame of the sponsor. Still considering the strength of the togetherness highlighted in the poem I am entering it for the contest

Last Call

As a child and a teenager I used to attend a mission-hall, 
Which had an outreach to the homeless of Edinburgh; 
And every three weeks until I was about seven,
They would give the last call so that god could your soul deliver. 

They said at the end of every sermon, 
Every three weeks in the evening, 
“This is the last call!” and they meant ever, 
‘Cos Jesus could return any time for the believing. 

I felt so intimated by it, this unkind presence of mind, 
That I could not properly sit on my seat, 
But I knew that they were insane with melancholy, 
And that it was the real dynamics of life that they could not heat. 

I refused to chat with them after services and at the youth club, 
About what I believed and about the in and outs of my thoughts, 
But poignantly sat down with the Youth Fellowship leader once, 
And talked to him about what in me life had very clearly wrought. 

When I said outrightly that I did not believe in the Second Coming, 
And that life was for keeps, give or take a few possibilities, 
It was as if his world crashed down disarrayed in shambles, 
As he was shattered by my philosophical sway and confident amble. 

He realised fully that I was damning their last call, 
The pressure of it and how it riled, writhed and tormented;
That it was for no good reason, for no universal moral principle, 
For no disciplinary cause and for no complimentary angle. 

So he arrogantly walked away from me, rudely with passivity, 
Not aware of his own need of polity, sense and direction, 
But it was a triumph for that mission-hall boy worker, 
To react to an objector so firmly and not himself recapture.

They were generally unresponsive and indifferent, 
To intelligent objectors who had a righteous way, 
Because this left them with their day-to-day lunacy, 
With reality dressed for them to face another day. 

That mission has changed today into a Christian centre, 
Bright and refurbished and selling lunches in a cafe, 
And I am proud of its journey, how far it came, 
Because the transition was by no means lame.
Form: Rhyme

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