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Unknowingly unable again to ever feel
As I stand gazing at the gates of dawn
Arnold Lange in evening heels
Awkwardly walking across the lifeless lawn
The pipers playing softly in the rays of a new sunrise
Luring the horizon into interstellar overdrive
See the gnome, the scarecrow as they ride the bike
Are they Alone or living or are they just alive?
Syd stands smiling like the fool on the hill
Matilda Mother Lucifer Sam
Never knowing never will
Chapter 24 is Flaming
And unable to talk
Court Jester is raving
Take up thy stethoscope and walk
Shine on you crazy diamond
I wish you were here
Have a cigar dear boy
And Breathe in the air
You've missed the eclipse
So welcome to the machine
Share it fairly any colour you like
As long as it's green
Don't worry in Time you can have it all
As long as you remember
You're just another brick in the wall
Whether April is sweet or full of harsh travails
It kindly gave birth to our Canterbury Tales
Much later came The Wasteland with different voices,
A fractured piece in which the whole world rejoices.
In Shakespeare we see the Colossus of drama
A genre in which he perfected the grammar.
Just judge his variety of play
The master of all he did survey.
Sharp were the phrases with which Bacon did play
His subjects sculpted in every essay
Rich as a river in spate wrote Lamb
His roast pig showed that he was no ham.
In Wordsworth we revere the poet romantic
While Arnold is ever the epic pedantic
On daffodils William is so handsome
As Matthew ground out Sohrab And Rustum
What of Dickens?Could we dare to say more
With his rich feast of characters galore
Whereas Joyce's magnum opus Ulysses
Richly released his literary juices
Let us not forget Lear so chimeric
He so fond of a witty limerick
With words he so much loved to have fun
Laughter for each and everyone.
So many more deserve a mention
Milton,Burns and Alfred Lord Tennyson
Shelley,Keats and Coleridge too
All favourites who deserve their due.
So whether we go from bard to verse
Our writers we oft fondly rehearse
Our nation's genius so much resembles the rose
We must not forget our proud poetry and prose.
A very special person has inspired me..
To try and accomplish what I can be..
A dessert for my soul, Cookie is her name.
An inspiration to me, I admirably proclaim!
She has stirred in me a sense of self value..
To have faith in anything I want to pursue..
You have crossed my path for a purpose..
Through poesy and random words of kindness..
May you always be an instrument of faith.
For the lost poets who visit your way!
Dedication to:
Carole Cookie Arnold (01/01/2010)
You have inspired in me a value of self worth
and to be what I want to be.
"Cookie" has written several books.
South Park and
Dragon tales.
Twin peaks and
Seinfeld.
Family guy and
The Daily Show.
Ace of Base and
Cheryl Crow.
Friends and
Will and Grace.
Babylon 5
and spaced.
The X-files and
The West Wing.
Fancy and
Shania Twain.
King of the hill
And Mad TV.
Sponge Bob and
Ren and Stimpy.
Frasier and
The King of Queens.
Boogie nights and
MR. Bean.
Spawn and
Blue's Clues.
Goodfellas and
Dazed and confused.
TMNT and
3rd rock from the sun.
In living color and
Brooks and Dunn.
Jackie Brown and
Wayne's World.
Beastie Boys and
Don't take the girl.
***** as folk and
Beavis and Butthead.
The Simpsons and
Father Ted.
Lil Kim and
The Sopranos.
Selena and
Hey Arnold.
Reservoir Dogs and
Johnny Bravo.
Clueless and
You oughta know.
Turbo1904 ?
Living in Austria
Migrating to the United States
Devotion to the sport of Bodybuilding
Intensity training
Contest winning streaks
Track record of Bodybuilding meets
Change in career into movies
Hercules in New York, Stay Hungry, Terminator and much more
Movies roles after movie roles in action thrillers
Leverage into Politics
Once was the Governor in California
A name following a famous name
Accomplishment after accomplishment
Astonishment at the end
Mr. Schwarzenegger still exercises, but not the bodybuilding way
Lean and firm to stay
Mr. Schwarzenegger now promotes Bodybuilding and upcoming stars competing in the Arnold Classic on Ohio held every year
Keeping Bodybuilding alive with encouraging aspiring Bodybuilders to preserver
All bounds covered
Sensation in appreciation
What Mr. Schwarzenegger started being artistic posing became a creation from the start
Bodybuilding being the mark
I met Arnold Schwarzenegger doing his bodybuilding stunts, and he couldn’t say my name, but now he can.
Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms;
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams.
Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint legends' knight;
Sainted for inventive hare's monstrous brains,
Whose vast wit tales eternalize in folios white.
Certainly wielding humongous fiscal sway
At glance to dwarf mythology’s Midas' turn;
Brandishing glitzy wads as any moguls may,
Ever copiously donating all yet lacking none.
Life tenant within fame's flashiest abodes
Where prince and duke sure habitat have,
And king and princess choicest liquids sip;
Where queen and gods fine victuals serve.
Never must such his hallowed mistress
With betrayal's faithless mischiefs afflict,
Defiling indelible vows in his loyal troths,
He’ll steadily love whatever woes persist.
And so first to hit her with resistless lines
Was one William Watts imbiber of wines;
Neither that dashing handsome nor wise;
Faring far from afore-hinted pigment nice.
After wee-witted Williams’ charming vibes
Popped Ronald Riveter from politest tribes,
Known for most arresting manly physique;
Sorry stranger to Midas’ coin-clinking trick.
When Bernard Belmont's pics were seen
He looked plain and of disposition mean;
Unacquainted with idolized royalty’s fame,
Unadorned with duke's resplendent name.
And last Jason Jay did his mistresses vex
If records past might reveal lovers' specks;
His faint affections as whims rose and fell;
Sundering divinest troths as irate exes tell.
Searing decades of pen-and-paper wait
Nabbed no Knight of heaven-hewn trait;
And so did choice-wiser Annette Arnold
Award meek Martin Monks her aisle nod.
As a poet who likes to make things rhyme,
It has been a mystery to me why some prefer "Free Verse".
I rarely, if ever at all, understand how to write in that style.
Perhaps, that is why I chose it here.
Like any poet, I have often been faced by a blank page in front of me.
That is my challenge, my gauntlet, the duel in which I must fight.
My words are the bullet, my thoughts the aim, my meaning the target.
You may ask, "Do I always hit my mark?
No. Like a ballplayer swinging at strike three, it just makes an out.
But, walking back to the dugout of my team with bat in hand,
I hear them tell me, "Good swing, get 'em next time".
That is true in writing or painting or any artistry.
Those droughts come too often, quickly upon me, and last far too long.
Whenever I feel the pressure of staring at that blank page,
I just shut down for a time and wonder if I will ever write another word.
Then, some inspirational line comes into my head,
and I realize that it is my turn to step up to the plate again.
It is only at those times do I write what seem to me,
some of the best poetry that my soul will let me put together.
Oh, by no means does it have the sage of a Whitman, Arnold, or Sandburg.
But, it does have something that none of them ever could have.
It has my thoughts, impressions, gifts, talents, soul, and more.
That poem has only the words I was blessed enough to find.
Even if I strike out with this one...it is me!
I have tried to use allegory and allusion
in writing this. Perhaps it is not your
definition of "Free Verse", but it is my swing at the ball.
A summer house-boat party - Matey - toss those cares overboard. The scout boat found a deserted cove so the party can be privately fierce.
The lake's broken reflections of moonlight look like jewels on black satin.
There are all kinds of drinks - ALL kinds - and herbal refreshments flare like lightning bugs. It isn’t long before perfumed bodies are flexing to music in the hot, moist, summer air.
Dance, swim and repeat as needed - cool water evaporates off bathing suits immediately - replaced by prickled sweat. It’s too hot - I’m staying in the water. There’s a group of us in tubes tied, spider-web like, around the boat.
There’s a guy who’s been watching us (Bili, my BFF, is my tube-mate). He’s extremely fair, and he’s gotten a bit too much sun giving him a feverish appearance.
At one point, I meet his gaze - to see what he’d do. His irises are a light blue that, in the lights, reflect like little blue flames - unwavering and alien.
I don’t mind a bit of attention - I think that’s how the system works - attraction, pursuit, investigation, and eventually seduction. But usually from someone we know. A stranger's attention can make one feel as if they're in enemy territory.
He gave me a nod and a smile that seemed like a proposition. I whisper about this “encounter” to Bili who takes command and just rows us over to him.
He’s older than I first thought - 22 - with cream-colored hair - thick, like horse mane and eyelashes and brows so pale they’re almost invisible. His name is “Noud” and he’s from Holland - at Georgia Tech studying atmospheric something or other - and girl watching.
“What are you doing at some random Georgia lake party?”, I ask.
“Soaking up the local atmosphere, of course.” He says. Which makes sense, I suppose, because that IS his chosen field.
I do an Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, arbitrarily, which I think is pretty good (you can’t beat the classics) - Noud, does an even better one.
His, “I’m going to take [pause] you OUT” got a laugh.
His later, “You need to take [pause] that OFF” earned a “nuh-uh” finger wag.
Thanks to vaccinations, the atmosphere around here is a lot more fun.
A good book gives great gratification,
Be it a mystery, a thriller or romance,
I love them all,
And when it's Christian fiction,
I love them even more,
From Francena Arnold to Karen Kingsbury to Denise Hunter,
I simply love their writing,
Enid Blyton caught my attention as a child,
As did the story of Esther, David, Hannah and Samson,
And then when I was in college,
Came Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte,
And the history of the nation of Israel,
Today, I should say that I'm obsessed with reading,
Sometimes, it's poetry by Helen Steiner Rice,
Sometimes, it's simply Sherlock Holmes or Nicholas Sparks,
But a good book sure gives great gratification to me.
04.05.2021
For Regina's "My Obsession" contest
I’m sick. I’ve got the ick.
this wasn’t my idea.
My Grandmère had some little orphans over - a couple had coughs.
They were cute and vulnerable - they seemed to have subdued fun.
I caught it - the baby flu.
I thought I could fight it off but it got the upper hand.
Grandmère called a doctor and he was here in twenty minutes.
He asked to see my chest. “If you won’t laugh,” I granted.
I got the COVID rapid antigen test, No.
The rapid influenza diagnostic test, No.
A Rapid RSV antigen test, No.
“You’ve got what everyone else has,” the doctor said.
“Or you have something else.” He added.
‘I could be a doctor,’ I thought.
“Do you want to take a minute to talk to an AI?” I asked.
He gave me some steroids, so my fastball will get better.
Between coughing fits, I suggested a medically induced coma.
Anyway, it’s official - I’m sick, something nasty but nothing in particular.
He gave me Hycet (cough syrup) a yellow, cherry flavored opioid.
Five minutes after I took a pinky-finger dose I stopped coughing.
Something, somewhere deep inside suggested I cough.
‘Nahh,’ I thought, not now.
Gotta go, I’m very sleepy.
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A song for this:
Make the world go away by Eddy Arnold
Fun, Old (edited for time) TikTok fail - showing "Why I don't do TikToks" =]
using a GoPro with a 'follow me' pin - the video jiggles, wildly loses focus and I'm not centered!
daweb.us/bg/silly.dance.mp4