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Route 67 may not conjure up the romanticism of famed Route 66,
Nor does it wend its way across the country or provide you any kicks.
'Tis just a winding mountain road running from Divide to Cripple Creek,
But the splendid vistas that it reveals is what makes it so unique!
Route 67 is eighteen miles of God's glorious Creation to behold!
Aspen trees grace the mountainsides with quaking leaves of gold!
Majestic Pikes Peak glistens with new-fallen snow upon its crest.
The saw-toothed San Juan Mountains reach for the sky to the west.
Old gold mine shafts are strewn about, reminders of shattered dreams.
Seen are tumbling waterfalls and rushing mountain streams.
Eagles soar high above it all on their never-ending quest,
To sate the gaping maws of eaglets in their nest.
A flock of geese land with great aplomb on a nearby tarn to feed.
Silhouetted against the sky are mountain sheep, a very rare sight indeed!
A magnificent elk stood in a grove of spruce, bugling for a mate.
Marmots scurried about gathering winter fare ere it was too late.
Upon arrival in Cripple Creek, I decided to have a little fun.
The slot machines beckoned me and I'm usually a lucky son-of-a-gun!
I fed coins into the slots so furiously that I feared that they would choke!
'Twas a pleasant drive home on Route 67, albeit, I was nearly broke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
ANNIVERSARY #1:
Bloom bright being:
Change comes clearly;
Write words willing,
Love leaps lively.
Be bright blessing:
Touch travel thrills;
Sweet sighs spilling,
Wonder woos will.
Ask aplomb apt:
Surge sparkling say;
Glimpse glimmer's gap,
Dream dazzling day.
Spread savvy sounds:
Let laughter lift;
Prize play profound,
Grace gives grand gift.
Meet moments meek,
Cheer cuddles choice;
Sense soft say speak,
Vest vibrant voice.
Yes year yields year:
Live lines lovely;
Nurture niche near,
Charm croons clearly.
Words warmly write:
Thrill tender terms;
Choice crafting cites,
Grasp gifting germs.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2016
Singapore
(Note: This poem is to remember my first anniversary at PoetrySoup.)
Unknown was born without a name;
A simple fact of life of lack;
A child once torn from hostile blame;
Not one to act because of slack.
Unknown once sought the sweet good life;
The terms were dear and soul was lost;
Time turned to nought with violent strife;
So now it's clear that hefty cost.
Unknown was paid a little more;
Even dogs fared better out there;
Not much was said on evil shores;
No one was spared the endings where.
Unknown still lurks seeking revenge;
Betrayal brought new lease of life;
Sense that grim jerk who hides offense;
Settling scores sought with hate alive.
Unknown knows this: a hunting code
Must be addressed as hunter hunts;
Revenge not bliss a one-way mode;
Deals harsh finesse with death that grunts.
Unknown has ways to find the prey;
A simple stand to steal the stuff;
Thrives grim foray the hunted stray;
Plan within plan to hurt enough.
Unknown is cold, mad and ruthless;
No mercy then, no mercy shown;
Cruel takes control in this business;
Pursue each fiend till death is known.
Unknown stalks fast with violent speed;
No need to fear for fear lives here;
Violence outlasts the primal greed;
Look out my dear as death stalks near.
Unknown flings fear with sure aplomb;
Street-smart with guts, expect cross-fire:
Just know my dear violent sex bomb,
Unknown breaks art to please the sire.
Leon Enriquez
30 June 2014
Singapore
She was thin as a reed and straight as a stick
her figure a pencil, a frail candle wick
Head bowed, she would walk the halls of high school
shamed by firm-breasted girls, oh-so-cool
Yet her Mom stayed composed, an oasis of calm
told her daughter, "Lay low now," with perfect aplomb
Fighting back tears, the young lady assented
with her heart tied in knots, truly tormented...
Years passed, sure enough, the daughter had bloomed
the most beautiful co-ed in any university room
Yet her Mom stayed composed, and with perfect aplomb
reminded her daughter to remain very calm, for
Beauty's only skin-deep; one's looks someday fade
Life tests those fibers that are not ready-made
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
Dad bought our first TV in nineteen fifty-two
We were the envy of all *****sapiens
Only two channels, one english and one french
To us it was all very alien
We were the envy of a very large neighbourhood
Invited people to view this phenomenon
With mouths agape, they sat there stunned
We felt happy with great aplomb
We were first on the block and I felt oh so proud
My dad wasn't a very rich man
But couldn't resist this astounding invention
Gotta tell ya, I was his biggest fan
Well of course, all these many decades later
Each household owns at least one
But when dad brought home that first TV
It was a prelude of what was to come
© Jack Ellison 2013
We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.
Peace sets its tide,
On which I ride...
For joy to glide,
Without an hint of pride,
Before fate gets to guide
Chaotic ocean that was once calm:
Peaceful aplomb-
Its tides becalm,
Like a holy and soothing psalm,
After been tried out with a bomb.
Consequently shifts not yet in rage,
But calm rage's gauge-
Put its weight in cage,
Such is a doing of unspoken sage
Whose acts are sealed offstage!
Despite its ocean's waves colliding...
Yet crash forces abiding,
To pull unto subsiding,
Moving strikes in anguish dividing...
An influential check cum deciding-
Far away the bright and shining sun,
I choose never to shun,
The game's bait of fun...
Deep in heart's depth, silent scopes run,
Mind's melody unto the cool moon undone...
Not minding the rhythm of the song,
Or the beats along...
Been right nor wrong,
But to find happiness even with a gong,
Wherever it finds a life to remain young.
Then I discovered how greed; unfulfilled,
Gets many killed...
Though some skilled,
Lead others astray when disruption drilled,
What contentment can never rebuild.
Happy International Photography Day!
In hues of grace, wonders never fade beneath the starry skies who sing of in softest tones – precious, perfect psalms ~ quote by poet
Reflections of the heart glisten through the night
Quieting the darkness, all the fright
Gentling the ache, a soft calm
Wise like the sweet balm
Singing peace
Psalm
Never cease
Silent soul’s aplomb
Praying, hoping with no qualm
Assurance of love bringing delight
Reflections of the heart glisten through the night
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January 18, 2023
The power of nature has ravaged the Japanese shore,
Leaving in its wake devastation and unimaginable gore.
The mettle of this gentle people has been tested, it is true,
But next spring, they know that cherry blossoms will bloom anew!
Alas, whole villages along that rugged coast were torn asunder,
As the raging tsunami raced inland gobbling up its plunder.
When all hope was lost and they thought they'd surely meet their doom,
They were cheered knowing that cherry blossoms once again would bloom!
This stalwart people who'd suffered the ravages of falling shell and bomb
Dropped from silver birds, faced another holocaust with great aplomb.
With little but hope they vowed to rebuild their lives ever keeping in view,
The cherry blossoms that would bloom come next spring with dainty hue!
Alas, the 'quake leveled schools, ancient temples and magnificent torii,
But this patient people will restore them once again to their former glory!
They will persevere again and again as surely as the rising sun at dawn,
To enjoy another season of delicate cherry blossoms 'til their scent is gone!
The brotherhood of nations rallied as one to provide succor with speed.
It was neighbor helping neighbor in keeping with the Master's creed!
Even though the nation was rocked with misery, shock and searing pain,
Out of the depths of disaster the cherry blossoms will bloom once again!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 8 in Deb Guzzi's "Tribute To Japan" Contest - May 2011