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THANKSGIVING
Butterbees glazing
Wing’d gobblings
Horn of plenty
Our honeyland
Mannah-maestro conducting
Xylophones with silver spoons
Misting maids of ‘mooners
Golden streams of Gilead
Move to Everest
Not that cold
Idaho mountains and valleys
Of beaten snow
Iceberg quakes
Gravyboat overflows
Yellow teeth
Nothing more than gobs
Those kernelly cobs
Piled the highest
Waiting for the final
Black and white whistleblow
Mothers, daughters, aunts can swipe
the sweat from brows and knees
“Pass the taters please”
Now they can’t wait
Touchdown of seats
Plenty to feed
Buzzing of the Autumn game
Pies pack in pounds in overtime
American apple, pecan, Washington
cherry, rhubarb, Atlanta peach
Pulling silly strings on pants
Enhance the week’s fun run
8/27/2021
I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like softness
gently moving on windsong
feeling like a Welsh princess
watching o’er her universe.
I see the world through a rectangle
looking out over the airplane’s wing
reaching outward and upward.
Soaring like hope
Moving like faith
Solid span of charity
Humming motor onward bound joyful sound
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground
wind under my winged sails
I’m pressing on the upward way.
Arrows painted on wingspan
pointing left as we travel right
viewing “safety line attach point”
feeling secure way up here
three flapjacks adjusting the wind flow
reminding of Father, Son and Holy Spirit
pouring through keeping my soul.
Upward outward incline
continuous motion held by metal strength
while thin white clouds pass by.
Heaven’s sky still far far away
no matter how far up one gets God is farther still
beyond the blue somewhere higher.
Sitting assured as my mind presses on—
landing soon will come
back to earth world
where I belong.
@2011 – Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderso
Unconventional, perhaps, but hope you enjoy. I was on the radio in grade school and had the distinction of singing “five golden rings,” off pitch but cute because I was young. Think of Lucy Ricardo…lol.
TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS FROM NEW YORK TO ATLANTA
On the first day of Christmas
Mom and Dad gave to me
a Partridge Family song
On the second day of Christmas
My sisters gave to me
2 sweet suckers
On the third day of Christmas
My brother gave to me
3 games of scrabble
On the fourth day of Christmas
My true friends gave to me
4 ever memories
On the fifth day of Christmas
St. Peter’s gave to me
five golden rings
On the sixth day of Christmas
my boot camp gave to me
6 nights of real sleep
On the seventh day of Christmas
Virginia gave to me
7 sailors a-whistling
On the eighth day of Christmas
California gave to me
8 quakes with one birth
On the ninth day of Christmas
Hawaii gave to me
9 falls cascading
On the tenth day of Christmas
Virginia gave to me
10 cups of Brunswick stew
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Durham gave to me
11 waves of bull’s tail
On the twelfth day of Christmas
Atlanta gave to me
12 peaches in a cobbler
For all the states of Christmas
all my loves gave to me
12 peaches in a cobbler
11 waves of bull’s tail
10 cups of Brunswick stew
9 falls cascading
8 quakes with one birth
7 sailors a-whistling
6 nights of real sleep
five golden rings
4 ever memories
3 games of scrabble
2 sweet suckers
and
a Partridge Family song
We meet once a week, an odd group of poetic friends-
Hannah is from Atlanta and wears a bandana,
Abraham always says hello ma'am to me quietly, oh
Timothy is all fidgety, and
Stephen is dreaming and weaving some new write.
Ingrid and me, we have a kindred spirit, don't laugh
Noah wears a feather boa and I think Naomi had a lobotomy.
Anna is from Havana, loves yellow so I call her banana.
Nathaniel brings his spaniel dog, and
Adam who is French sneezes and says excuse me Madame,
Michael roars up on his motorcycle (I think he is suicidal),
Elizabeth sure knows her syllabus and Esther is an empty nester.
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November 11, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/An Odd Group
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-024-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under .Pseudonym
For the contest What's In A Name
Sponsor, Viv Wigley
First Place
I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like softness
gently moving on windsong
feeling like a Welsh princess
watching o’er her universe.
I see the world through a rectangle
looking out over the airplane’s wing
reaching outward and upward.
Soaring like hope
Moving like faith
Solid span of charity
Humming motor onward bound joyful sound
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground
wind under my winged sails
I’m pressing on the upward way.
Arrows painted on wingspan
pointing left as we travel right
viewing “safety line attach point”
feeling secure way up here
three flapjacks adjusting the wind flow
reminding of Father, Son and Holy Spirit
pouring through keeping my soul.
Upward outward incline
continuous motion held by metal strength
while thin white clouds pass by.
Heaven’s sky still far far away
no matter how far up one gets God is farther still
beyond the blue somewhere higher.
Sitting assured as my mind presses on—
landing soon will come
back to earth world
where I belong.
@2011 – Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
HINDSIGHT 20 20
It was Atlanta, and not many years ago
With the world crashing about my ears
Pledges made and encouragement given
Smiles and kisses seemed natural to me
It was only selfishness and a cold heart
That reason would finally tear us apart
Was it just fake and never meant to be
And such little chance of being shriven
The only genuine things left were tears
But it taught me lessons I should know
From then on, I’d be a lion not a lamb
Not letting any hope give way to fear
And resume my once purposeful path
Toward those rewards that can satisfy
Your expectations were way too much
I’d felt like a pet rabbit kept in a hutch
But I never did meekly curl up and die
I was more than a keeper of the hearth
But it’ll not be like that again, my dear
As the script said, I don’t give a damn
David Wier OBE started out with a crowd of only five,
Watching him race in the fast track events very alive,
In the swift wheelchair races, as he is spinally injured,
From his birth, and could not use his legs anchored.
Disappointed with these Paralympics in Atlanta 1996,
Dignity did beckon him to ask people then to quickly fix,
This sheer ignorance about the worth of disabled folks,
So that the crowds then came, and disability was talks.
He’s a marathon racer and so won London six times,
He won two golds at the 2008 Beijing summertimes,
He won four golds at the 2012 Paralympics of flares,
Three for track, and one for the marathon that wares.
He succeeded in the Great North Runs with records,
And in the Great Manchester runs, like many Concords,
And has flown to Switzerland for the Oensingen run,
And to New York as well as to Portugal, Lisbon of sun.
Baroness Tanni-Gray Thompson inspired his long days,
The female wheelchair racer who won 16 medals, daze,
At the Paralympics, starting in Seoul in 1988 with speed,
She took the crowd to a very certain magic place indeed.
Twice he has won the British Wheelchair Sports Award,
He was disabled sports personality of the year, forward,
In 2006 as he was named, and in 2010 proud and tall,
He became part of the London Youth Games Fame Hall.
Wier has three kids, two with his present partner Emily,
A boy and two girls, and to Emily he’s not an anomaly,
Because he loves her very much, and who’s yet again,
Pregnant with baby, and so won’t being going to Rio ken.
He walks among us in Atlanta
though he be gone so long
He lives with them at Morehouse
voice echoes like a song
How ’bout Ebenezer
where his words still ring today
Martin spoke there many times
urged blacks and whites to pray
Sixteenth street Baptist
where he mourned those little girls
Murdered by the men in sheets
He speaks of them as pearls
And yes he was with Lincoln
said he had a dream
Then marched the streets of Selma
amid white racist screams
The Mason Temple Church of God
He talked of Mountaintop
Lorraine Motel in Memphis
hatred had to stop
They cut him down that day in Memphis
thought civil rights would cease
Martin’s dream of love and vision
lives on; to bring all men to peace
'Frisco to Atlanta, D.C. back to L.A.
Chaos running wild in the Land of the Free
Fighting for the right of frustration and greed
We're holding court in the streets
We had to make ad hoc law for the Nazi German freaks
Now just apply the laws to all those confused by geeks
Peace cries out through the masses and their fears
Lighting the fuse of anarchy, ostracizing all that appears
It's a freedom of all amended rights
Closing our eyes to the other side
Saluting the red, white and blues
(I must ask the relativist concerning rules, who's?)
Like Superman and kryptonite and a telephone booth
We've lost sight of (Pilate asks) what is truth
If I wake up...
eating peaches
And I'm still walking...
in my brown shoes
Then I'll be visiting my sister...
in Atlanta
And I'll be singing...
some Georgia blues
If I wake up...
eating avocado
And pass an orange orchard...
along the way
Then I'll be visiting...
my other siblings
About an hour...
from Tampa bay
But if my eyes...
don't see no sunrise
And my soul...
is flying high
Then I'll wake up...
eating angel cake
And see the sunset...
when I die So
So I made it...
to Atlanta
Visited a town...
known as Helen
And I woke up...
eating peach cobbler
With a side...
of watermelon
Then I made it...
to hot weather
Visited a town...
known as Spring Hill
And I woke up...
eating alligator
But it left me...
feeling ill
So my eyes...
had seen the sunset
From Atlanta...
to Tampa Bay
And I woke up...
visiting my siblings
And watched the sunrise...
along the way