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What's in a name, you say
Is a rose still a rose by any other
And isn't 'Mom' a lot more loving
Than calling her 'Mother'
A name is an occupation, a means to a living
There's Taylor and Saylor, though never a Jailor
There's Carpenter, Brickman and even Ferdman*
Stockman and Lockman -- but as yet no Nerdman
A name's an ideal, a wish for Biblical greatness
There's Moses and Aaron, David and Saul
Esther and Mordecai, Jesus and Peter and Paul
There's Jacob's son Joseph, his technicolor coat
All the rest of his sons ~ Abraham, Martin and John**
Let us come full circle and return to our Rose
There are flowers like Camelia and Amelia Bedelia***
There's Dahlia and Zinnia, Blossom and Bluebell
Jasmine, Yasmina, Violet, Daisy, Hazel and Surapon****
Though all of these names are so pretty, so nice
My two favorite names are 'Sugar and Spice'
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* 'Ferdman' means 'Horse Man'
** 'Abraham, Martin and John' was the name of a Top-10 pop hit, recorded
by Dion DiMucci in 1968
*** Amelia Bedelia is the slightly wacky heroine of a children's book series
****Surapon sneaked in here because I needed a rhyme. The name has
nothing to do with a flower. It is a male name. I know a Surapon who
is an ESL student from Thailand at the University of the Potomac.
His name means 'brave warrior,' (I think)... Oh, well. What's in a name?...
Q: How does film actress Meryl get censored on Jimmy Kimmel?
A: With a Streep bleep.
Q: What are Russian citizens doing to show approval for President Vladimir?
A: They're rootin' for Putin.
Q: What flower is named for a missing legendary aviation pioneer?
A: The Amelia Camelia.
Q: What would the French knight do when he started flirting with Guinevere?
A: Lancelot would glance a lot.
Q: What do you call a ghoul on crutches?
A: A hobblin' goblin.
Q: What does comic actor Ricky have when he is ill?
A: Gervais malaise.
Q: What is a king who is also a lawyer?
A: A regal legal eagle.
Q: What issue does a psychiatrist and his obsessive patient work on?
A: Compulsion repulsion.
Q: What is an internet scammer's attempt to get account information?
A: A phishin' expedition.
Q: What is Lord Grantham considering for Downton Abbey?
A: Mansion expansion.
Form:
She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows,
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season of Christmas,
when she adorns her home with garlands and lights to honor the Child Jesus...
Her name is Amelia, a petite lady from Andalusia,whose passion is writing poems,
and her Spanish accent is somewhat heavy, but the words are clear and precise;
on long summer's nights she speaks of her native land...meadows covered with camellias,
and tells tales of Columbus and the Conquistadors with feathered helmets...
She was quite beautiful in her younger days, daises in her dark, lustruos hair,
and sea-colored eyes that resembled the Mediterranean Sea, which brought her nostalgia;
and she often wore a folklorist costume of stripes of bright orange and yellow like her flag,
and now she's confined to a wheelchair looking sad...who has camellias for Amelia?
This past spring I planted a dozen of camellias plants in the empty and barren lawn,
hoping they would bloom when she would stare at the huge Atlantic Ocean;
and with eyes as sharp as a youngster, Amelia would see her beloved Spain,
and those lush meadows covered with camellias to bring her bitter-sweet pain.
In the quite hours of an early August' morning, Amelia rose to say her prayers,
and with the rosary in her devoted hands, she peaked outside and surprisingly smiled;
a beautiful garden of camellias appearing in front of her joyous eyes... she was so delighted,
but she couldn't go outside and caress them, but thought to herself, " Someone cares! "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
She started off in Kansas
Where dreamers often do
But this child with mind on flight
Never owned a pair of ruby shoes
Spending days out in the fields
Underneath the bluest skies
Twirling round in circles
Arms out open wide
With nothing there to hold her down
Nothing to cling to
But the desire to take life higher
Than the eager kite she flew
~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings
With mind set to wonder
She set her mind to stone
Took all that life would hand her
Never tossed the dog a bone
Lived this side of the edge
Of the yes I can
Knew a woman could do most anything
Attempted by a man
Amelia still fly's to this day
With gravity no longer in her way
She dreamed high and touched the sky
Leaving the world in her wake
~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings
Visions of you
I see a knight in armour – one of King Arthur’s – ready to do battle
at the drop of a word – for Queen, country, god and ego.
I see Babe Ruth, knocking balls out of the game,
in order to be the winning team – for god country and soul.
I see Amelia Earhart, taking on the air, the skies, the world
– for ego, spirit, soul, heart and the abused child / woman in her.
I see Muhammad Ali, putting on the gloves in order to knock out
all wood be challengers to her position, control, power, rightness.
I see a chess pro, taking out the pawns, the knights, the bishops,
rooks, the queen – check mating the king – putting him in his place,
- under her thumb, under her queen - winning the game.
I see a friend chocking up in the crunch – makes the wrong choices –
ends up missing, sinking the eight ball that she is now behind.
Never winning the game she so desperately wants to play well.
I see a friend who needs so much more than she is,
who needs so much more than she ever gets,
who needs to be a lover and loved,
who needs to be loved as a lover.
B. J. “A” 2
July 29th, 2003
Visions of you
Part Two
De ja vu - I see a sergeant, major, barking out orders, to all,
as if this world were her own private army.
I see a little Hitler, – mustache and all – trying to rule
her tiny, little universe – make it fit her ideal dream.
I see a Johnnie Cochran, and his dream team ( your demons ),
O J Simpson, the defendant, convincing herself and the world
she is truth, she is right, she is might, and as Jonnie Cochran,
the lawyer, the mouth piece shooting down - all reason, all logic,
all attempts – by denying, by lying, by deception, by trying
to baffle brains with bull ****, by throwing every irrelevant
- verbal diarrhoeaed – thought and word into the fray,
in order to distract, avoid the issues, the truths, to be right.
I see a Jim Jones, a Joseph Smith, preaching her gospel,
a gospel according to her - designed to have the sheep,
the blind, the week, the lost souls of this planet
to follow her path without question, and in the end,
sacrifice “ ALL ” for the sake of her fragile soul,
her floundering, lost spirit, her ill ego.
I see a friend, with a heart of gold, if truth be told.
More of a friend to those who have done her wrong.
then to those who truly care, about her welfare.
B. J. “A ” 2
July 29th, 2003
76 years today a legend retires his bat
70 years today another loses his battle
87 years today a nation gets back pride
49 years today Wal-Mart lures us inside
60 years today Bob and Ray on NBC radio
60 years today the Milky Way says hello
74 years today Amelia never flies again
71 years today Hitler infringes England
35 years today Vietnam resides its hate
32 years today Susan shows up at a bank
47 years today Johnson ends segregation
545 past since a Nostradamus prediction
50 years today Hemingway publishes fate
235 to the day the SCC vote to seperate*
*More: http://te.patch.com/articles/why-july-2-is-really-americas-independence-day
We were blessed to visit with our grandchildren
and had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day
We ate, we laughed, we played a game
before they went on their way.
Two of our grandchildren are at the University of Florida
Three if you count Damiens girlfriend Trista (and we do)
and we make a point to visit them in Gainesville
whenever we’re passing through.
Yesterday we were on our way to Jacksonville
to camp at Amelia Island State Park
We were not in a big hurry
but we wanted to arrive there before dark.
The road took us through Gainesville
and it doesn’t take a whiz
tTo know that Gainesville, Florida
Is where the University of Florida is.
A perfect chance to see our grandchildren
And here again it doesn’t take a whiz
To know that Gainesville, Florida
is also where a Bojangles is.
We had a difficult decision
I’m sure you would agree
Stop and see our grandchildren
Or have a biscuit and sweet tea.
Stop and say hi to our grandchildren
(at their various stages of growth)
Or stop and enjoy some Bojangles
We didn’t have time for both…
And since we love our grandchildren
who are kind and compassionate…and grand…
We made that difficult decision….
and we’re sure they’ll understand.
Women’s History Month
It wasn’t easy for women in trying to fit with their male counter parts
Struggles maneuvering
Women were told they had no place in society
Laws changed in their favor, but it was a women’s fight that made it right
History formulated that women just didn’t measure up
Women’s movement began to organize and prove without a shadow of a doubt that women are conquers, possess self-esteem and can fulfill any task put before them
They just needed a chance to illustrate
The following woman achieved just that and, they are BARBARA JORDAN, DR. BETTY SHABAZZ, Widow of Malcolm X, Former Secretary of State and Senator
There are plenty more woman who had made a name for themselves, and there is still more to come in the future
A women’s theory is Education, Mission and Principles in aligning conquest with achieving
The success door is open and women are opening the doors
Anguish was a setback, but women’s inner courage cut the boundaries and showed capability
It was a triumphant effort combined with believing in themselves
I smell of aroma of new success in the mark, it is DR. PATRICIA RAMSEY, President of CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE, DR. MRYLIE EVERS, WIDOW OF MEDGAR WILEY EVERS, ROSA PARK, ELEANOR ROOSEVELT, AMELIA EARHART and many others to follow in the wings
Assurance in the women’s hearts
Determination with an impact
Their contributions have risen in the sunrise
New horizons with a precise approach
Women are on the rise
Take notice
Perspective and Proactive
Achieving A to Z
Action, Ready and Shall
Give them an applaud
The best is yet to come.
Vivid contrasts emanate lively hues
from the brilliancy of colors,
to radiate skin, hair and eyes;
and these are the wishes of all lovers!
He's a handsome man in a dark suit well-pressed,
and she's a beautiful woman in a scarlet dress;
he doesn't like ladies with flashy clothes,
and she only likes guys with ripped shirts!
Amelia fascinates her partner with her adorable smile,
Riccardo's blue eyes see a woman no man can resist;
and with his sexy eyes and killer's looks makes his conquest;
how exciting she seems and how happy she is to feel alive!
Their cheeks occasionally touch as kisses of a soft wind,
passion arises, but the dance must end with a standing ovation;
they're the only perfect pair who are rehearsing and getting recognition,
other dancers are getting impatient and are dying to come in.
The violin and piano begin to play in full harmony, " Un Ballo In Maschera,"
and all the guests come out gracefully to join the masquerade ball without timidity...
wearing luxurious and colorful costumes of the legendary Venetian Era;
and they elegantly dance on the diamond-shaped floor, trying to gess each other's identity.
The chorus adapts a moderato tone as wished by the conductor's baton, as the harmonic tones
accompany the high pitched soprano, who suddenly bursts out in a hissy scene;
she shouts, "My Riccardo has betrayed me! Take his mask off, and let him see me!"
And while the melody is embellished by the harmony, in anguish, she discords her vivid notes.
Entered in Brian's Strand contest, " Colours "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Dredge away… away into the soul of the gaunt-hearted, from which you dwell
Crawl up into that corner of your mind,
only to find yourself a human
itching under skin at my name,
Click—
AmEliA
The scolding touch of metal, amber beams radiated, wavering in my breath.
Ambivalent how to ignite the mask, without scarring the face yet…
Conviction of the love that you would never be ashamed
doesn't douse the dread,
Still learning primal fear—
stomach lurching, churning, turning, as the ghost of intent pierces me once more.
Anguish whipping my heart-horse’s, chained hoofs pounding—
Sobs shaking my shoulder—my name too scarce to open residence, branded—
—24—
yet… unwilling to leave it locked.
Profanity of perfection,
willing the mask of embers rigidly to chin,
throat—
and smoldering soul—
Coughing out rust-red waves of purpose,
yet uncertain how to write life
void of straight lines of letters
Color indefinite to the shifting eyes of the soul,
in an orchard of overripe truth,
…Truth…
Along the everlasting precipice of earth I dredge,
weighed by the gravity of… of—
north and south —an—
—24—d east and west.
Compass spinning, single stop clock ticking, hollow home* …hollow house
Lost…
Lost walking through a web of words, tentative to take a step into fear’s life once more
Inchoate life and dream, trampled in perfection
Vertigo slithering into the chaos of why—
Watching through my eyes—vertigo strapped in—my feelings whirl in reverse
Rotating…
Reversing…
Inverting…
in whirl feelings
my in strapped—
vertigo—
ey
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my
through
watch
ing
—24—
Heart dropping down my throat