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Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details

Beary Tales Episodes 25-33, Poet's Notes

Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved footnotes as well! Trust me!


25. My Lovely Tree Fort
God save my tree fort that’S high up in our elm,
There'S board seat on tree "Y" thirty feet above ground,
One IS high above roofs when he climbs to this realm,
And a foe'S in for trouble, who dares come around.
 
There'S crate full of clods (grader tore from dirt street), (11)
Smiling Bear high in tree IS quite hard to get down,
Distant ammo supply IS a cinch to defeat,
Throwing up'S sign you're ill, bombers all win a crown!


26. Castles in Spain
Mom's love IS a "castle" we build in backyard,
All our building material'S trash from Dad's store.
Large appliance crates saved; what IS left to discard?
After doors, windows cut, there'S playhouse to explore.

Each panel'S wood framed, so they're easy to craft,
There IS doghouse for Tippy; Bear gets private door,
Our sloped ceiling? It’S rainproofed, has vents front and aft,
And the brick laid in patio now IS our floor.


27. Go Fly A Kite!
What heart of a child IS not thrilled by a kite?
You feel part of YOU’S flying with feet on the ground!
The design ISn’t crucial, small bears get it right,
Bear Twin’s kite ISn’t great, but rag tail makes it sound!

Where’S kite that plays music? Now that would be treat!
Perhaps sound that’S a summons to ‘BATMAN’ (not light)! (12)
Bear could signal his friends, say there’S dance in the street,
(Where the music of party IS “Bear Twins” new kite.)


28. The Fourth of July
Why IS it explosions make most males see stars?
‘July Fourth’ IS so “cool” to Boy; Bear thinks it'S “hot!”
Folger’s can (13) IS in air seeking passage to Mars,
Lucky ant den'S a blast in our neighbor's back lot.

Bear watches from sidelines; he'S shy to get hurt,
Though he'd like longer legs so that speed IS a choice,
He’S excited when Cherry Bombs fill air with dirt,
But he'S sweetest on Sparklers that make kids rejoice.


29. 'Boiling Springs'
A State Park near home’S a place Bear loves to go,
There’S small pool that'S enclosed, a spring surges on whim,
Sand IS white at pool's bottom and boils with the flow,
Water feeds a small stream to a lake where kids swim.

There'S "Blue Belly" lizard to spur youthful hearts,
Rifle range cliff IS kid's dig for bullets galore,
It'S such fun to leap off, land and roll where sand starts,
Deer and turkeys "must see," this trip'S never a bore


30. "Act Your Age!"
It'S what people say, "Adult must act adult!"
One IS tempted to smile and say, "Boy, that'S a laugh!"
But if opposite'S asked and youth’S under assault,
IS the parent forgiving, or not see his gaffe?

The fact someone speaks ISn't proof that one’s heard,
The bear twins need critique, but abuse still IS fact,
It'S too easy for big folk to say youth’S absurd,
Though adult'S unaware, he provokes the child's act.


31. Firefly Magic
Spring's firefly’S ecstatic celestial bard,
For its passionate pulse IS a troubadour’s song,
And Bear Johnston IS floored by the stars in our yard,
It seems light flash IS whisper akin to birdsong. (2-6)

It’S Grandma’s idea, “Let’s catch some in jar!”,
One’S to catch them; one holds them (my, how numbers grew),
For us 'having' IS better than 'catching,' by far,
And to sleep with night sky under bed sheets IS new.


32. Putting Out the Trash (After Dark)
To put out the trash after sun's light IS gone:
Total darkness beneath elm when foliage IS full!
So I whistle a tune, IS life's lease overdrawn?
It'S "BLACK OP" through our backyard, and that IS no bull!

Bear'S left in the house for the bag needs two hands,
But my plan'S not to hurry; afraid to show fright!
IS the end of my tune, ‘FLARE’ (14) that Mom understands?
Lead-pipe cinch no boy'S free of things "bumping" at night.


33. Bear's Song
“I think I'm a bear who'S especially blessed,
For I woke up one day - THERE'S THIS BOY in my life!
It'S for sure, don't deserve him, and this truth confessed,
Nor can tell you his ‘presence’ means life'S free of strife.”

 “If ‘GOD’ IS ‘provision for life’ He exists,
While our actions may fail us, HE'S THERE! That's my song,
Though man tries to say meaning IS what he resists,
You can take this to Bank! There'S a place YOU belong!”


Poet's Notes:
(2-6) Firefly Lights – The light flashed by a firefly is a special signal used to attract a mate. So it is like the firefly is singing to his girlfriend, but the "voice" that the Firefly uses to speak to her is not sound but a flashing light.
(11) A dirt grader is a big noisy machine that is used to make a dirt street smooth again after it rains, or a road becomes rough for example.
(12) In the Batman comic books of my childhood, the police would shine a “BAT” symbol on the clouds above to signal ‘BATMAN’ that his help was needed. But what if the sun is shining or if there are no clouds. Do the criminals go free? It would be much better for the Batman Signal to be a sound that only Batman could hear!
(13) Folger’s "Coffee Can" – A Folger's "Coffee Can" was the gold standard for measuring the power of a firecracker when I was a child. You put the firecracker you want to test on the ground, light it, put the coffee can on top of it, and then RUN! The more powerful the firecracker, the higher in the air the can will go!
(14) This verse is an actual memory. Though I was afraid of the dark in my sizeable backyard, I comforted myself with the fantasy that if I whistled all the way to the garbage can and back, there was at least a chance that Mom might rescue me if something grabbed me and the whistling stopped! No more sound would be like a warning “FLARE” to tell her I was in trouble.

 
Poem Continues in Part V, Episoodes 34-37

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Mutesha Lemana | Details

ONCE UPON A TIME In TIPIR

	It was noon, he was in the bush, he enjoyed this type of living, he sometimes played with the animals just to make himself happy and spend some time, Leisure and embraced them all as one family. His name was Kili, with three closest friends, namely Cosmo, Momo and Tinky. Kili was a brave human being, respected by all Animals found in the bush, except one brown huge monkey by the name of Barley. Barley was a biggest monkey in the bush, he liked bullying other Animals whenever Kili is not around. Barley had a nickname of Mega, meaning Big or Massive. Barley hated Kili with so much, the reason for the hatred was unknown by almost everyone in the bush, but it was merely believed that Barley didn't just like people(Human Beings) or associating with them.
	Barley was a leader before, he made all the choices of Animals belonging to the bush he used yo rule. And before him leaving the throne, he named the bush "Tipir", where no one had any idea or knew what the word means, Only him did. Regardless of them being blank, they liked the named of the bush without the word because.
	Twenty Four years ago, Barley was just 2Years and 6Months Old. Back then he was kept as a pet by human beings, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Barley loved the people that kept him, because he was provided with almost everything he wanted/needed or could want/need. He wasn't kept in the cage or anywhere else, where he could be segregated or separate him from them. This made him more comfortable and warmth his heart without any fail. One night Barley was sleeping on his bed, it was 01. AM, then thieves broke into Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house, Mr. Jones tried to defend himself and the family, but he failed and he was beaten terribly and lastly he was killed including his family. Barley couldn't understand anything, he tried to scare the thieves with his moves, showed them him sharp tooth and did all sorts of scary moves, unfortunately the thieves weren't scared, instead they kicked him out of the house through the window. Barley was injured, he ran away with cuts all over his body, cause of passing through the window unexpectedly. Without taking much time, Barley ran and stood afar, to see what happened next to the house and the family he adored very much. To his disappointing view, the house was burnt and Barley wiped tears, felt lonely and Became disturbed. He climbed on top of a tree and shouted "WooooooaaaaahhaaaaWooooaaahaaab" which in their language means "What an Evil city this is, they will pay back".
	After some years, Barley went in the bush and started his new life with a new family and new friends. By then a baby was born somewhere. Barley had a strange feeling about this, so he influenced his fellow animals to go attack human beings in a certain town near their bush. They did this with their mighty, but Cosmo, Momo and Tinky kidnapped a Baby without Barley knowing anything. Barley knew this after 4Months or so and felt disappointed and helpless the time he knew this. Kili was one year by then, Barley really tried and wanted to kill Kili, but he failed, he tried to poison him, but he was healed by Cosmo, Momo and Tinky with the help of their Friends using their Traditional fruits & medicines. Barley never liked this and ended up hating those major Four, Cosmo, Tinky, Momo and Kili with passion.
	 Years later, Kili was now 20 Years Old, when he knew Barley's plan and realised what was happening, he had already fought with him before, Barley was injured severely, he knew his tactics and some of Barley's moves. Kili consulted to other animals why he was being hunted by Barley, they explained to him, by then they a little bit knew him, he defended himself with words, to the fact that he's a human being, it doesn't mean that he's the same too, nor did he come to destroy their Kingdom. Barley denied that and Had his own ways and thoughts of viewing and thinking things. Barley letter on poisoned Tinky and lied that Kili did it, that he wants to kill all the Animals and remain with the bush by himself. Kili tried to defend himself, but at this point in time he wasn't understood, non of them comprehended and believed in Kili's words, except for Cosmo and Momo. He was chased out of the bush and he started living in trees. Sometimes being accompanied by Cosmo and Momo. Stinky suffered for like a month and some days, but before dying, he wanted to see Kili, unfortunately he was told that he was chases, without Tinky knowing the reason, he asked "Why?", and he was told that he is the one that poisoned him
	Tinky analyse this and opposed to the sayings, they tried to convince him, but he still opposed and refused, Barley then appeared and told Tinky that Kili Was chases for poisoning him. Without any fear, Tinky refused and said "My fellow animals, I know that I am dying soon, you're here saying that you know who poisoned me, you all have the story that Kili is responsible for my death", then the animals started shouting and wondering, asking why he's saying this, "Kili did it!! Kili did it!!", then Tinky said, "I refuse to that saying, Kili did nothing on me. Me and Kili are like brothers, so how could he do such a thing?, he is innocent, the one that did this is Barley", and Tinky died there. Barley laughed and assured them how could he do such a thing to his fellow animal. Other animals where astonished and read the notion through the look in his eyes. And Kili appeared to apologize and convince them that he's not responsible, all the animals bowed down to him and apologized except for Barley. They were all happy and told him to chase the Betrayer Barley. They had an eye contact for 2Mins or so, but Kili said, "Barley, Run, Run and never look or come back!!".

© Mutesha Lemana


Thank You For Reading My Story.

Copyright © Mutesha Lemana | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 1

INTRO
A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and it's growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond .” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb singing "evolution conception a world beyond - evolution conceives a world afar."
DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure, so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “ Mmmm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that .” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
Jack’s Next Adventure
As Jack planned he would make two weapons and use them if needed. He would take some food with him for his sustenance and a change of clothes for his comfort. He must travel lightly. He cannot be overloaded. This was an adventure to discover the beyond and then return home. He would set some landmarks as he journey within this other world to ensure that he could return to his beanstalk, therefore, assuring his returning home and thus, hopefully safely. Day ten, after the discovery of this world beyond, Jake began to climb his beanstalk once again. Now know that this City that Jack was from had many beanstalks. Did Jack think he was only one with this discovery? Everyone had to plant their own individual beanstalk. Was Jack’s the only one with a world beyond or did he share this with others? Secrets were known to be kept in City of the Bean People forever. Well now Jack had arrived into this other world beyond via his beanstalk. It was a flora place and no one was stirring about. He walked and walked and walked until he came to a cellulosic world. Amidst these cell walls of plants and algae was a cave-like house. He heard loud snoring. He felt to see had he lost his weapons. He had not. Jake entered the house. At first he saw feet then legs. These legs were very long but finally he arrived at the knee caps about 6 minutes later. He knew then that this was a big, big person. He became afraid, but he tiptoed on. He discovered the Giant. He was not about to wake him. Jake decided it was time to end this adventure for now and return home. It took Jack about 1 day to complete his journey home. Nevertheless, he knew he would be back to meet this big person. He had to so that he could discover this world beyond forever. Meaning, he desired the world beyond to be part of his constructed life; therefore, he knew he would fulfill his desire.
JOURNEY TO MEET BIG PERSON
Jake did not remove his landmarks on his journey home from his last adventure that took him into the world beyond. He would travel via these landmarks so that he knew how to get back to the Giant’s home. Two weeks later Jake went on his third adventure. His plan was to meet this Big Person and become friends with him if this was possible. He knew his life could be endangered because he was a small man, but he had to find out if this Giant could be his friend. So Jake went on his merriment way singing: “ This will be quite an adventure. The third trip to what I will call Giantvillism. It’s quite a beautiful place to me, as I see life forming and then there’s this Big Person. Giant he will be call, quite scary after all; however, very much worth the adventure and a connection to his world .” Jake stopped singing and walked quietly, continuing on his journey, as he completed climbing his beanstalk. As Jake continued on his journey to Giant’s home, he constantly discovered new knowledge about Giantvillism. Everything was cellulosic. But he notices that some of these cellulosic things may be able to take human life form. However, it seemed that they needed triggering. An evolutionary world he had discovered with biological means and after he met Giant and if they became friends, he would find this world’s trigger point because it was necessary and should be develop and this is the premise he would live by and also influence Giant to do the same through his instruction, if needed. Hopefully, Giant may know how to do this himself but needed a motivator. Jake knew well that he was that and more. Jake perceived himself as quite powerful. Halfway to Giant’s home Jake felt aspiration and became aspirated and as usually, began to sing while breathing out. He continued his singing merrily and almost ran into Giant who was outside his home. Jake found himself no more than twenty feet away from Giant when he saw his legs in a standing position. Jake did a double-take and hid behind an object he did not have a name for but if he described it, it would be to him a big fossil plant or maybe an artifact of this world. Giant began to move and it seems as if he was humming. However, Jake decided he was singing in his native language, which words sounded like those of a hummingbird. Jake needed a plan of approach and while he was thinking, he fell asleep behind the big fossil plant.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Daylight is Wasting Away

You see the pain in my eyes
And you erase the cruel lies
I see the pain in your eyes
Tell me something promising as time flies
Don't say your goodbyes
I say hello to our temporary highs 

Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt 
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show 

Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap 
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep 
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind 
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind 
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot 
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness 
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness

Verse 7: I'm sorry for being unfaithful...I've become this jaded fool 
I'm sorry for the xoxo's I gave you that made you ungrateful
I'm sorry for being your inadequate tool...but I'll try to stay cool
I'm sorry for telling you something you already know - I'm swimming in my lament pool
Even in the creeping shadows,
Our love makes the night radiant, oh so radiant
Even in our deepest sorrows, 
Our passion makes our days and nights so brilliant 
I give up everything just to have you in my arms
So enchanted by your elegant soul, sparkling with charms
 Kiss me before the dawn peaks it's head out
Don't forsaken me, you know what I'm talking about
I crash into you in a lightyear moment and I'm under your spell 
Wondering if you're a hell in heaven's clothing...my mind is spinning, going pell-mell!

Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt 
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show 

Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap 
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep 
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind 
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind 
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot 
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness 
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness

Verse 8: I see you in the darkest of night, 
Douse me with your delight 
Daylight is wasting away like fire 
Led astray by the desire that I admire  
Prove to me that you love me eternally 
Make me believe you love me unconditionally 
Are you telling the truth or are you a liar?
Are you the clever king and I'm your exquisite empire?
You invigorate me with your power of serenity
I crown you with vivacious prosperity 
 I implore you to not be carried away with your greedy ways 
Because there will be days when you won't be showered with gaily praise 

Pre-chorus: Do you hear me, calling your name from the other side of the road?
Did you know that you are the best, compared to the rest?
I've been left in the cold on my own...
I feel like I'm far away from the warm city, in the forest all alone
Hello, hello - can you hear me screaming out?
I just need someone to lean on without a doubt 
Tell me something I don't know
You tell the same stories...it's like watching a familiar show 

Chorus: Tell me that there's some hope to reap 
Tell me which road to choose or I'll fall into a hole of confusion, oh so deep 
Tell me, tell me something
Tell me, tell me something I don't know
I don't know anything about what's on your mind 
I don't know where I am...I feel as if I am blind 
Goodbye, goodbye - can you hear my heart being fast?
I'm trying to look forward to a future that's coming so fast
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Is harder than I thought...
I wish this moment between us won't last
I give it all I got before I give up and rot 
Waiting for you to tell me, tell me
Tell me something I don't know...
Tell me, tell me if I'm worthy of your happiness 
Going through rough times and I'm in a state of mournful gladness

Verse 9: Do you clearly see what I see?
I gaze into your eyes with hope and joy
I look up to you in sunlit glee
So tired of being a tattered and torn toy on the kitchen floor, forlorning hopelessly 
I happily give you my genuine xoxo's
Who knows where our wicked wind blows
I give you a gift from my young heart
It's something I haven't told you yet...
wishing it will bring us together instead of tear us apart 
Tell me something I don't know - something that I won't forget
Something that I'll not easily get I bet

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details

Beary Tales Episodes 1-6, Poet's Notes

(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved footnotes as well! Trust me!


1. Bear Johnston
“Bear Johnston,” a stuffed bear, IS Boy’s friend for life,
Bear shows some signs of wear but Boy’s tonsil’S gone too,
And their bond IS like steel, can’t be touched by a knife,
Unexpected, “Bear’S” there, post a trip to the zoo. (1)

There're IS's he IS, and some IS's he ain't,
Though his name’S quite apparent when (my mother asks),
And no mystery he IS to me, almost saint,
He’S an angel that'S with me through all of my tasks!


2. Search for Rainbow’s Gold
Bear Johnston, in truth, IS the best of my friends,
And adventure IS always the path that we choose,
So one day there'S a search for where rainbow descends,
Say a pot of gold’S found how on earth could we lose!

Sure! Leprechaun waits (he’S reward) 'round trail’s bend,
Camouflaged by green meadow, but here’S the best part!
There’S just smile on his face as we meet our new friend,
And shares, “Real gold of rainbow IS always God’s heart.”


3. Butterfly Dreams
Bear'S poetry's muse with his quite ‘Beary’ views,
Nature always IS good entertainment to Bear,
Dancing bee (2-1) IS a “hoot,” gives his mates honey news
Of more blossoms to share, "They IS just over there!"

A butterfly flying, IS riding airwave,
IS like leaf that in 'free fall' has own batteries,
Pirouettes, dances dance, but IS soon in his grave,
He’S great meal for a bird (more of life's mysteries.)


4. Tonsils, I Hardly Knew You
It turns out the world ISn't safe for most kids,
IS my tonsils’ removal a medical scam:
A bad doctor’s deceit whose career’S on the skids?
Some adults still are children, and BIG’S not I AM! (3) 

LIfe'S missing a manual called "Buyer Beware!"
And (post surgery) ice cream’S a treat I'd forgo,
Strange! In hospital's world, BEAR'S not recognized care,
But it’S clear to a child "we must reap what we sew!”


5. Tippy's Blues
My first dog, IS Tippy, though cousins' dog first,
A "found" pup, she IS nervous, all motives impugn,
A car ride makes her crazed, IS she fearing the worst?
'Tragic flaw' IS her urge to chase cars to the moon.

Our heart'S in right place, so we take her along,
Tippy leashed (and Bear carried) IS our kind of walk,
Mostly locked in backyard (she'S aggressive and strong),
New things seem to upset her; to her life’S a shock!


6. Fishing With the 'NEIGHBORS' Menfolk (4)
To fish with Mom's menfolk for ‘Bear Twins’ IS blast,
Theirs IS LOVE for the outdoors, and wildlife galore!
There'S ‘MY’ pole with fixed line, bobber, hook, (I can’t cast),
To ‘break bread’ with these men, IS a quite rare encore.

Bear plays with the bait until hook IS worm’s match,
He'S ‘in stitches’ as bluegills make bobber go wild,
There’S one fish that steals bait (that boy older might catch),
But boy's string (5) cleaned for supper IS never reviled.


Poet’s Notes:
Bear Johnston still exists today, and though his eyes were replaced by buttons years ago, he is really in pretty good shape. I am so lucky that my mom saved him for me. Another star for you Mom! 

Note that EVERY line of the poem uses the word “IS,” though some forms of IS are less obvious. The result is that the whole poem is present tense. Staying in the present tense gives my story a younger voice I think!

(1) Some Poetic license here. I actually can’t remember how Bear came into my life, but this explanation is at least plausible.
(2) Science stuff - Forgive me for injecting a little science now and then. I love Science and I just can’t resist at times. Though Bear might not be expected to know such things, he surprised me quite often with how smart he was! I’m certain, in any case, that this knowledge would have delighted him.
(2-1) Dancing Bees - It’s true! When a worker bee finds fresh flowers that have nectar and pollen the bees need to make honey, he comes back to his home hive and does a little dance to tell other workers where to go to find the flowers. It makes me wonder what else bees can say to each other when they dance? Does it make you wonder too?
(2-2) Star Dust – This is my favorite science fact. It is now known all solid elements, and all gases except hydrogen are created when a very ancient star lives, dies, and explodes. So it follows then that everything we see, dirt, mountains, trees, and flowers, other animals like us, even water, and the air we breathe is the gift of a dying star. We are truly all wonderfully made - from stardust! Is it just coincidence that the Bible says God made man from clay (a kind of dirt, i.e., stardust)? What do you think?
(3) “I AM” – This is the very mysterious and wonderful way that GOD describes himself in the Bible. It suggests to me that all of creation too is GOD.
(4) My mother’s maiden name was “Neighbors.” So in this poem, I am talking about going fishing with Mom’s father and brothers (her menfolk), not the people next door and “Neighbors Gas” is the name of Grandfather Neighbors’ gasoline station.
(5) A “string” as referenced here is a long nylon cord or chain with a stake on one end and a metal ring on the other end. People who fish put the fish they've caught on a string or chain so that the fish can be put back in the water and stay fresh longer. The fish can breathe in the water and stay cool as well. The stake is driven into the ground to keep them from swimming away!


Continued in "Beary Tales" Episodes 7-15

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 4

Religious gatherings happen on Thursday as well in Bean’s Cathedral.  The Scribes would read from The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest and the Bean people who attended would be blessed for a greater existence in which this would prepare them to covenant in Bean Town on Thursday night.  Their partying was very diverse.  They did not drink liquor but had many things to drink and a lot of food to eat.  Those that did not attend would be attending to last minute business in which the Scribes understood and blessed them with The Smoke of Missing Hope during Bean’s Cathedral Religious Gathering.  Once this was done all was well in City of the Bean People and Bean Town tinkled.

Jake’s Return to Giantvillism
Now Jake was quite ready to return to Giantvillism, however, he wanted to be prepared for whatever. So on the day of his departure, which was three months from the last; he gathered has weapons and added a flask of merriment. This he would give to Giant as a gift. As always, Jake begin to sing: “ I am going to give Giant a gift. A flask of merriment and he will enjoy this. Therefore, I’m on my way to Giantvillism and maybe Giant and I will travel beyond into his cellulosic world !” Jake began to climb his beanstalk, which took three hours to the top. Once he finally made it to solid ground, Jake began to walk. He knew his way well now because of the eleven times he had visit Giant and this was the twelfth. Jake felt at ease and please with being here in which he knew that Giant awaited his return and that Giant knew he was coming [this day]. As Jake travel on to Giant’s cave, he discovered that some of the cellulosic life forms had evolved. He saw a little man building a house and stop to converse, however, the little man, did not seem to hear a word spoken so Jake tapped him on the shoulder and both the little man and the house he was constructing vanished. Jake walked on until he came upon a woman with four children and she spoke to Jake. “Hello, Jake! So, you return today.” Jake was overwhelmed. She knew his name, but he did not know hers. Jake responded: “What is your name my lady? I do not know yours, however, you do know mine.” “My name is Melody. I am a gypsy. Therefore, I know things that Bean People do not.” Jake became fascinated and asked: “How do you know that I am a Bean person?” Melody answered and said: “Well gypsies have insight into others’ lives or life lines and Jake with you, it is your height, which is the factor. I must go now with my four and maybe I will see you again to tell you some more.” Jake smiled and bid her farewell and not a goodbye. “About five miles”, Jake thought “and I will be at Giant’s house.” Humming and then he begin to sing because he knew this would make time leave much sooner. This is the melody Jake song. “,My life is that of an ordinary man. I stand 5”6” and have such small hands. But if I need to be as big as I can be, I have another half of pint in me. My wife truly loves me and soon, yes I do believe, she be traveling with me to Gianvillism and we will make love in this cellulosic world as we did in Bean Town as teenagers. Oh, her name is Nefa!” Finally, arriving at Giant’s cave house; however, Giant was not at home in which Jake knew he would wait because he was there to stay for at least five days, which his wife Nefa knew he would be gone for that long but no longer than fourteen days or two weeks. Jake fell asleep and was awakened by Giant’s return home. Giant knew he was there and came into his home with a loud bellow: “Hello Jake, glad of your return. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Some of the cellulosic life forms have evolved in Giantvillism and with me is my cousin Maddy.” Jake jumped from his mat and states: “I discovered this on my journey to see you, Giant. First, I met a little man building a house. I tried to talk to him, but he did not hear me and when I touched him on his shoulder he and his house disappeared. Next, I met a gypsy named Melody who knew me immediately by name and by my people. However, I knew nothing about her. We talked and then she had to leave. So, Giant I am not that surprised but I would like to know why do you call Maddy your cousin?” Giant responded: “Well, Jake you see I am from a cellulosic life form as well and Maddy evolved the same way I did. Being from a cellulosic life form one do not evolve as brothers or sisters; only cousins. Therefore, our family history in Giantvillism is based on the foundation of how we evolve. Maddy is the second of my evolutionary life form.” Giant, Maddy, and Jake begin to get to know each other. It seems that all the difficulty Jake was afraid of in getting to know Giant three months ago had been banished when the cellulosic life form evolved while Jake was away. Jake was learning about Giant’s life through him telling Maddy about what it meant to be from the cell of the Big People. It seems that this cell came in many heights because Maddy was not a giant. He was about 6”1”. Jake would say that women would think he was considerably handsome. Giant also said that The Cell of the Big People would evolve many more cousins within the next five years as adults in order for them to procreate and start families. Jake then spoke and told both that this is what happen in his world as well. Giant went on to say that many more life forms were in Giantvillism and their cells had the same capabilities and authorities. With all said, Jake thought: “Hmmm, every world becomes different but then they are all quite the same.”

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details

Beary Tales Episodes 7-14, Poet's Notes


7. Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing for “MATCH GUN” (6) that most boys acquire,
Small'S the chance this desire won't come out in play.

Mom's plan IS a punishment fit to the crime!
Sent to bed without food ISn’t all we suffer,
First, there’S big box of matches, struck one at a time!
Now there’S fear found in match play; woodshed (7) we prefer!


8. Rocking Like a Rose
A ROSE ROCK'S unique and quite rare in God’s plan,
Bear agrees that it’S treasure more precious than gold,
Even clay’S a mixed tale, shares creation with man,
Dirt’S just stardust that’S cold (2-2); seems what ‘matters’ IS old!

Surprise IS quite often found right where we play,
ROSE ROCK'S home IS red dirt if you know where to look,
A hole dug clear to China IS Bear's scheme one day;
After hours of hard digging, we find a good book!


9. Stink Bait
A fisherman’S proud of ‘stink bait’ that he brews,
“Even mouse wants to upchuck!” but Granddad’S all smile,
But it’S ice cream to catfish that live in lake’s ooze,
There’S short wait but the fish seem to strike without guile.

Boy’S trusted with rod and reel; soon cast gets made!
But Bear’s nose sports a clothespin, for “stink bait’S” so bad,
Sunny day, lightweight chairs, three prong hook, “where’S our shade?”
Yes, each moment IS precious when we’re with Granddad.


10. Ode To An Elm (No One Looks Up)
Our favorite tree IS the backyard’s big elm,
It’S one path to the sky that for us brooks no fear,
Low limb reached from our swing, once we're there, it’S new realm,
Soon there’S nothing to see! Boy and Bear disappear.

This tree IS enchanted; it gets used a lot,
Earth IS left far behind; play with clouds when we dare,
What roams high in the sky, ISn’t caught, Camelot, (8)
There IS peace all around with Bear Twins in the air!


11. Give All Quarter (Give No Quarter)
Mom’s mom’s gift IS coin (which Grandkids celebrate),
Though it'S little in fact, candy store'S block away,
Bear and I love store treat, Grandma’s supper IS great,
When it'S time to go home, all the kids want to stay!

Boy's share IS a quarter, but girls just get dime,
These are life lesson's passed on though Boy IS just youth,
He sees life IS unkind! People run out of time!
That Love'S daily decision, not earned or the truth.


12. Hidey Holes
Bear Johnston IS privy to hidey-holes too,
Hide and seek IS our forte, tight lip IS our fort,
It’S reality check when events make us blue,
Danger’S looking, but news ISn’t much to report!

It'S scary whenever my folks get upset,
So much bigger than boy IS, sometimes forget strength,
Though when boy'S wrongly punished there'S always regret,
Belt's abuse IS worse problem than thickness or length.


13. Country Gas ‘Crew’
The ‘Crew’S’ taking gas to some farms far from town!
'NEIGHBORS GAS' (4) bright green 'SINCLAIR' truck'S ready to go,
Granddad’s engine IS warmed up, cab windows are down,
It IS time for departure and time for our show!

There’S no one we meet doesn’t know him that could,
His hand'S proud on my head as he calls me Grandson!
There IS farmer we meet who IS splitting some wood,
Boy IS taught to swing ax while fuel transfer gets done.


14. Cicadas! What a Buzz!
Cicadas lay eggs on back elm; it’S home tree,
Their nymphs hatch then, there’S fall to ground waiting below,
Now home’S soil, sucking sap, molting skins till we see,
Climbs a tree, back IS splitting, "Cicada hello!" (2-3)

There’S room for caught nymphs on porch screen for the night.
It’S a miracle moment; shell left; wings fill out,
And their 'moment of truth' IS the next morning’s light,
First there’S buzz in our hands; then they’re flying about.


Poet’s Notes:
(2-2) Star Dust – This is my favorite science fact. It is now known all solid elements, and all gases except hydrogen are created when a very ancient star lives, dies, and explodes. So it follows then that everything we see, dirt, mountains, trees, and flowers, other animals like us, even water, and the air we breathe is the gift of a dying star. We are truly all wonderfully made - from stardust! Is it just coincidence that the Bible says God made man from clay (a kind of dirt, i.e., stardust)? What do you think?
(2-3) Cicadas - Cicadas molt (shed their skins)! They outgrow and change their skin many times before the last molt where the adult emerges and spreads his new wings like a butterfly. Then the cicada flies high up into the trees and makes those loud noises we hear every summer to attract a mate. Common species of cicadas live in the ground for three, seven, or even seventeen years before the final molt where they emerge in their winged form to mate and lay eggs.
(6) The “MATCH GUN” described here is a clever device that both lights a wooden kitchen match and shoots it 20 - 30 feet at the same time. It is great fun after dark! The plans can be purchased from the author at any time for a 12 pack of Dr. Pepper. Cash and/or credit cards are not accepted!
(7) Camelot – A mythical kingdom of peace and tranquility on earth under the leadership of King Arthur and Merlin the Magician!
(8) Remember the Tom Hank’s Movie “Big?” The intention here is to include a child’s desire to grow up more quickly and to be “free” like adults are (in his mind)!


Poem Continues in "Beary Tales Episodes 15-25

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Victor Alexander | Details

FRIENDS

THE FRIENDS

They were the best of friends to the best of friendship
They did everything together to the best of friendship
The three wise men that came together from different locations
One from the north, one from the west, the other from the east
These three friends has three different lands in different locations
Trees with different fruits filled their lands; it is a feast
The three friends visited each others farmland anytime they wish
Everything was perfect; there was never any cause to quarrel
The friendship was intact as palm fruit to the hand of a squirrel
So close they live close; always friends.

These friends have another friend that has a brother; both from the south
The three friends met this southern friend and his brother at different time and place
One friendship linked to another friendship and they all became friends
The friend from the south also has a farmland that the friends were free to visit
The five friends have many things in common that brings them regularly together
Everything bound by the seek for fun; anything that gives fun is welcomed
Even though these five friends are close, some are more close to another
The friend from the east is closer to the friend from the west
The friend from the north is closer to the friend from the south
The closer they lived close; still same friends.

There are two or more special trees in the different farmlands of the friends
Since these friends visits each others farm, they became automatic friends with the trees
These special trees are all matured with fruits; anyone can pluck and eat them
These friends have special trees they feed on their fruits from other people’s farmland
There was no rule not to feed on the fruits of the special trees in the friends different farmlands
Somehow it feels natural not to desire fruit from the special trees of the friends’ different farmlands
Nobody said but it seems natural that the fruits in the special trees the their friends farmland is sacred
Believing fruits in the special trees are sacred, there was a natural limit to interaction with the special tree
You can see and talk to the special trees but never to touch and pluck its fruits let alone eat it
Any outsider can pluck and eat the fruits of the special trees but out of bounds for friends.

It happened that the friend from the north has a liking for all special trees irrespective of where it is
It’s interesting to know that every special tree has a liking for the friend from the north irrespective of who he is
This friend from the north got close and closer to the special trees in his friends different farmlands
The friend from the north became more of a friend to the special trees more than his friends
Two special trees became more attached to the northern friend; they don’t mind giving out their fruits to him
The friend from the north asked his friends if it’s okay to pluck and eat the fruits of the special trees in their farms
The friends responded its okay so far they remain unaware when he starts plucking and eating from the special trees
For the northern friend, he has been issued a Go-ahead warrant to pluck and eat as much as he can
The friends were insincere with the approval given to the northern friend he cost them much
They really cared about the special tree so much they can’t let anyone eat it not even friends.

As days passed, the northern friend plucked and ate the fruits of the special tree in the western friend’s farmland
Time come time pass, he plucked and ate the fruits of the special tree in the eastern friend’s farmland
The two special trees grew very fond of the northern friend; they over-fed him more than he asked
The two special trees are ignorant that they are both eaten from; they hear the rumors and ignore it
The northern friend grew very fond of the special trees that he weeds their surroundings
The two special trees are struggling to make sure he ate from only one of them; he ate from both
The special tree from the west forced him to commitment with a promise to feed him all season
The special tree from the east is confused, just doesn’t know what to do as its owner is acting boss
The northern friend still feeds from other special trees; this northern friend has sworn to gluttony
With a smile and an innocent look; the weeds beg to feed him their grasses all through the season.

These friends shared many things in common but some things can never be shared
They can’t share the special trees they feed on and they can’t share the ones in their farmlands
The northern friend plucking and eating grew out hand; the western and eastern friend can no longer tolerate it
One common predator that preys on their farmland; ravaging, plucking and eating recklessly
They tried every strategy possible to stop the northern friend’s quest for ‘feed me more’
These efforts was a waste; when the friends don’t visit, the special trees visit, feeding enhanced
Since all solutions failed; the western and eastern friend proffered another solution
Draw line to the friendship; desist from visiting the northern friend’s farmland
No longer close friends, they exchange fake smiles and other pleasantries
End of friendship for the best yet the feeding continues for the worst.



							…Lordvip…




















Copyright © Victor Alexander | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details

The Providentiality of Farming in Giantvillism - Page 1

The Providentiality of Farming in Giantvillism Eccentric people with their characteristics and ways must move forward to a more defined place. The climate enriches the Earth and science is formed for the vegetation to bloom. By being attentive and aware, farming is providentiality and a people becomes proactivity. ***** Jakobirye Castle is abreast in mind, for today, he is energetic and enthusiastic to endeavor afar. Giantvillism he wants to visit soon to talk about the natural habitat of this world beyond. He has begun to study the vegetation that is so different from Beantown’s. This is because he desires to farm the land with the seeds of his people birth and knowledge. Yes, Giant and Maddy do have their aspiration from their insight about their world, but for now he knows that learning what is there to nurture and nourish is first and foremost. ***** Besides being of acumen to do, Jakobirye, also known as Jake, ensued that he would bring each seed of Beantown with him. He fancied testing the land of Giantvillism to see how each crop would form. Accordingly, he is decisive in building small plots to plant each seed he brings. On his way up his beanstalk, Jake begins to sing, as he always does, about his ideas of teaching the providential of farming in Giantvillism. * Would be of great importance… That is to farm for a greater harvest. The land seems to be so rich. I can’t believe that I am this fortunate. So I travel to this world beyond to plant the seeds of Beantown. ** Upon his mid-morning arrival in Giantvillism, Jake went into the Village of the Big People Stone. This is where Giant and Maddy roamed. He greeted them with a loud hello and each moved fast to embrace their friend with love. They, therein, exchanged traditional words of greetings as… "Greetings Jake and welcome to our world". Herein, Jake begins to tell why he had come. *** Jake: In that it is time to begin to develop the land, farming will cultivate the earth and bear the fruit of our labor. Giant: What do we have to do? Maddy: This is to grow food? Jake: I have brought the seeds from Beantown and if you have seeds to plant, now is the time. Maddy: We do have the seeds from our birth and knowledge. Giant: Will we plant these seeds straight into the Earth? Jake: Yes, but we will build half-acre plots and plant the seeds there to see how well the crop forms from the Earth in your world. This will let us know what works and what does not work. Giant(with Maddy nodding): Therefore, let’s get to work first thing tomorrow. Today we must decide how much land we need to use and the land milieu. **** The land was chosen in the southwest of the Village, which was vast and wide. There were a 150 seeds to plant from Beantown and with 78 seeds to plant from this world, the forecast shows much work to be done. Giant, Maddy, and Jake anticipation was high. They went to their quarters to rest for the night was young and each wanted to be prepared because they desire was to finish the sowing within 3 to 5 days. Insofar as Giant and Maddy would like Jake to return home as confident as he came, and when harvest time comes, Jakobirye Castle, Giant, and Maddy of the Big People would be fulfilled men. ***** The Village of the Big People Stone woke-up to a day of community farming. Giant, Maddy, and Jake fruit and veggies were the seeds of the ground. They worked hard on the very first day because they wish for a half of acre of each seed sowed. With this adding up to 114 acres, they sowed 35 acres of seeds, with one half-acre for each seed, on the first day. This was the start of a livable future that would benefit ‘neighborhood engagement, community-building, and making fresh veggies and fruits’ the nourishment formed from the richness of the earth here in Giantvillism. The second day started off hectic. This is because Giant and Maddy had prior engagements. Today was a day of new birth where Giants life evolved from the cellulosic seen on the trees. As a result, Giant and Maddy duties were required to make sure everyone life formed as known in which the number would be five five zero (5-5-0). Five hundred and fifty (550) new lives evolve as adults and now Giantvillism population was at fifteen hundred (1500). The Village of the Big People Stone was flourishing. They properties where in the southeast of the Village in which they begin to build their home front. At 11:30, morning time, all had settle in their work. Giant and Maddy went to help Jake. This day they would sowed 25 acres of seeds with the end of the day bringing 60 acres completed. Day three and four were put aside for community farming only. On day three, 28 acres were completed with day four 26 acres bringing the ultimate achievement. Everything was done and Jake could rest on the fifth day and return home on the sixth day, but he had to leave further instructions on how to make sure the crop provided a great harvest. ****** ____________________________________________________________| Written October 14, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

SO Far Away

I Stumble Upon My
Words – I’m
speechless
We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, placed in
captivity…

I’ll find a way to
get you back for
another few years
But, I’d be
lying…don’t bottle
up the tears…
Talk with me, for we
are by each other’s
side…the words
escape my chapped
lips
We were so far
apart; now, we’re
both trying to get
our grips…
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, not even
close to vitality 

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains that puts our
crazed hearts on a
leash...living in
misery...

We exchange
passionate, graceful
looks...I don’t know
what I’m fighting
for
Lonely & insecure
like the wolf, jaded
by his pack
heartlessly
Blindly walking the
road of recovery…I
need something to
live for…and more…
We all want you back
– we were all in
agreement, seeking
freedom eagerly
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, beildered to
the extreme...here
shall e flee? 

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains - I'm rotting
like a starved tree 

I’ll find a way to
get you back for
another few
years…I’d do
anything to have you
cuddle with me in
the blankets of
benevolent adoration
But, I’d be lying to
myself…don’t bottle
up the tears…don’t
cower away, getting
picked on by
countless fears and
nightmares…I’ll try
not to collapse into
the ditch of
frustration
Blindly walking the
road of recovery…I
need something to
live for…and more…
We all want you back
– we were all in
agreement…we yearned
for liberty…but
change is a
challenging chore!
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains...or e'll be
spellbound for
eternity

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains - don't
mention our
fatality...our
unfortunate reality
that bos don to
tragedy like slaves
to their
master...hat a
pity...pity...
 
Whisper in my ears,
for I trust every
word that you utter
as long as you
remain faithful to
me and be loyal and
honest, friend…the
words escape my
chapped lips
We were so far apart
long ago; now, we’re
both trying to get
our grips…
We exchange
heartfelt, friendly
bear hugs...now, I
know what I’m
stronger than I
realize
I was once lonely &
insecure like a
weeping wolf, jaded
by his pack suddenly
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains...I feel
guilty for loving
you ith plastic love
rapped around my
heart...ith ruby
delight and golden
revenge ith a
sprinkle of sugar
and spice...no, I'm
figuring out ho to
get out of my on
maze, so graze in
your on maze, my
fallen angel of
Lamentation & the
aftershocks of
it...it's not that
pretty...believe
me...me...

Our pride and
confidence will
passed away at some
degree
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
I’m trying to get
over you…I must
forgive you
willingly
B-but, our
relationship changed
like seasons to
seasons
I Can’t Fathom The
Thought of you in
distress
You promised
perpetual “freedom”
that ould bring us
the Promise Land
I'm laying don in
ashes of
disheartening
regret...this
feeling of remorse
is not that
grand...don't you
understand my side
of the story? Do you
kno here I stand? I
NEED GOD'S HELPING
HAND...

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Long Poems