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Remembering a cold and damp February morn
On the Monday that my first child was born
I prayed as a father, I’d do my best
And I thanked God, I was so blessed
The following year in the beginning of November
Another son. a morning to remember
The coming Christmas would be the best
We had two sons, we were truly blessed
As they grew my heart overflowed
Praying they would choose the right road
Twelve years later in spite of my sins
God had blessed us again with the birth of our twins
Our children now numbered four with my head all awhirl
I now had three sons and Daddy’s little girl
Sometimes when life’s problems have me overstressed
I look at their photographs and know I was blessed.
No one ever had a more devoted super patron.
He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up.
He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices,
He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup.
He wanted to buy all, the first time I had a white arts and crafts carnival tent.
I was against this of course, wanting a chance to sell to others, to share my soul.
This life is not yours, he said, you are more sensitive, artistic, heaven-sent.
But I wanted to sell to excited children, and their mothers, that was my goal.
My marvelous patron talked me into selling online, and that worked out for a bit.
I was gleeful and happy and awhirl with joy with each sale, so tried and true.
But when I went to visit him, and saw each painting in his home, I threw a hissy fit.
I wanted to sell to others, I said, I didn’t want all of them to be sold to you.
Now when I sell a painting or a poem, I run home all aquiver, excitedly glad.
Sales always chase away any insane feelings of disappointment or unexpected gloom.
I have a patron who believes in me, a man who is honest, and never a cad.
Best of all, to deliver it, all I have to do is walk to my own living room.
a roundel
One small part of his world of kitschy things,
Jordan's unique house on a rock unfurls
a red merry-go-round mid angels’ wings -
one small part of his world.
Chandelier lights, some twenty-thousand, swirl,
while a mechanical orchestra pings.
Two hundred sixty myriad beasts twirl
but nary a single horse rides the rings.
Stand back a little, put your mind awhirl,
the world's largest indoor carousel brings
one small part of his world.
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for images of this Carousel google "House on the Rock, Carousel"
it will be worth your time.
won first place in nette onclaud's Carousel in Roundel, August 19, 2013
written August 12, 2013
Wing footed winter’s dance is of grey skies,
bare branch silhouettes in silver gowns
dormant magic within icy poses
brilliant halls bedecked with frosted flowers.
Into the Grand Ballrooms of springtime
a sweep of pastel ball gowns - all awhirl
Fresh pirouettes that gleam with sparkling dew
To bring alive the dreaming garden songs.
Until the partners change at summer’s start
Now gowns sway green- as green as willow boughs
And all the maiden’s heads are strewn with flowers
While love renewed replaces all past cares
Then as the leaves turn slowly - red to brown
All regal shades of velvet now adorn
The dancers bow - the way of beauty flown
Their hearts have pledged a promise to return.
CONTEST NO 470,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Contest Judged: 7/25/2018 1:07:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
6th. Place
Published in PS It’s Poetry Available on Amazon.
Here's How It Is:
The atoms dance
While Space expands
Shoals of galaxies race away
Towards every point of no return
Spin and spin
Like Catherine Wheels
Firework flashes
Brilliantly blazing dazzling sparks
Against a night so deep it swallows thought
A trillion times a second,
Everywhere and Nowhere
Things are starting
Things are ending
Things are becoming
Thoughts are groping
In the spinning wheels and flashes
The sparks themselves are spinning
As are the sparks around those sparks
And so and so and so
Down again into the waiting atoms
Everything whirls
Because of this
There are worlds and worlds
Weaving themselves together.
Their billions of alien skies
Sliding over landscapes full of
Death and Life
Love and Hate
Fear and Hope
Beginnings and Endings -
Because of this
These lines are flowing.
A mind reads them,
Because of this
The whirling goes on
Out and Out
In and In
Dancing down to and up from the atoms -
All of it, all of it
Is happening RIGHT NOW
Has always been happening RIGHT NOW
Everything's awhirl, Snowflake:
So just go dance in the black Sacred Wind.
DANCE
!
'Cause that's How It Is.
Don't. Can't. Won't. Listen. Listen.
My mind is awhirl. Too much of that stuff.
Life is redundant. My friends are boring.
My parents are fussy. Absolutists.
No room for me. I try to get in my truth.
Screaming it out in looks
For I am not allowed to speak
Unless spoken to. Right?
My mind is awhirl. Wanting to break out.
Of this prison where I was put right away.
Little ladies don't get dirty.
Don't speak until spoken to.
My friends jabber about the same stuff.
Every day. A rewind conversation.
I am screaming with my eyes
And my body language.
No one cares.
As long as I
don't show
my crazy.
Gone were the days when the sky fell on the ground
It was on a sunny day
I remember, her voice strung out in my sensitivity
I rushed to her to know what brought out her worry
In her eyes, I saw the fire blazing
I picked up the necessary things and rushed her
To the hospital. Therein, I could hear the lion roaring
In the birthing room
My mind awhirl
She couldn't deliver the infant
She kept calling my name,
she wanted my presence in the birthing room
The doctor called me in and upon entering, my heart
fell on the floor
I rubbed my eyes twice to know if hell that I saw was
an illusion
I thought of the world coming to an end
My legs trembled upon the floor
I teetered toward the rear
They knew that I couldn't bear
and sent me out immediately.
I didn't even know what to do, should I stand or sit
Because I was lost in the elusive world of my
thoughts
I used my mind to pray
The doctor called me in a few minute after and told
me she can't
Deliver unless they do surgery
I did all they told me to do, I tried to cry, but my well
was dry
A few minute after, the doctor called me back in,
What did he want to say...
Did she die or what?
I mumbled
Congratulations sir, your wife delivered the baby
without any surgery carry out.
7/31/15
For SKAT contest epic only.
Upon this floor I sit,
huggin' the porcelain bowl;
My stomach's tied in knots,
Feels like I'm gonna blow!
I should'a used my head,
why didn't I ever think?
Instead I hung around,
to have another drink!
One led to another,
another led to more;
Next thing y'know
I was drownin' on the floor!
My buddy was a savior,
he drove me to my home;
Pickled down in agony,
I find myself alone!
My mouth's a watery mess,
the bathroom's in a spin;
Sweat pours from my brow,
right to my pointy chin!
Dear God, can you help me?!
I was such a fool;
Can you pull me through this?
please tell me what to do!
For some apparent reason,
God fails to show;
Now I'm on my own,
just thought I let you know!
Uh oh!!...Here it comes!!
Damn, that really hurt!!
I missed the bowl completely,
an' it's rollin' down my shirt!!
My head's all awhirl,
I'm passed out on my back;
What started out as dim,
is now completely black!
I wake up in the morning,
in a cramped lil' space;
Something wet and slobbery
just swept across my face!
Boy, don't I feel stupid,
like a caged lil' mouse;
Someone dragged me from our bathroom
and shoved me in the doghouse!!
You wake up one morning,
And what to your surprise?
You look down at the package,
Seems like it shrank in size!
You order this new product,
What else are you to do?
It's guaranteed to give you growth,
Perhaps an inch or two!
Pop a pill twice daily,
Results you'll see in weeks;
Rapid manhood is what you crave,
Virility's what you seek
You grab yourself a handful,
Enough to fill a cup;
With a tall glass of water,
They're downed in one big gulp
You feel a weird sensation,
At least for a moment or two;
What once resembled a weiner,
Looks more like a raw cashew!
You run around in circles,
Your brain's all awhirl;
The entire block's awakened,
You're screaming like a girl!
Gentlemen, pay attention!
You don't have to be a steer;
Listen very carefully,
These words I hope you'll hear...
If you wanna please your woman,
It ain't the size of your part;
Love's not given in inches,
Love's given from the heart
Saw an old beggar with cup in hand
Pleading for coins ragged old man
Bald and toothless sight all but gone
Dropped him a coin he told his song
Once I was powerful and ruled the land
Anything I desired was at my command
Gorged on feast wine women and song
I was King of the World to me it belonged
I lived in palaces and ruled the World
Life and death at my finger's twirl
Every decision I utter from my lips
In scrolls great scholars dutifully kept
I wore robes woven of the finest gold
Legends and songs of me were told
Masses adored me treasures piled to the sky
Great statues of me were mountain high
Listening of tales from one ruined and humbled
The arrogance he spoked made truth crumble
He rattled his cup pathetic and sad
Apologizing it was the only coin I had
I left the old soul on the corner street
Never staying to learn of his defeat
But if life leaves you down and awhirl
Why not believe your King of the World.