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Contrasting and full of range.
He featured styles that were
in tuned to her octaves.
She wished him to shine to
show a world her discussion making
abilities. She knew that her range
her assignment would be to
convince him to agree to a point
in the song where
her low range would be answered with
his higher range
her low ooh would be answered
with her higher ooh
until they reached the section of
the piece where the tempo of the
song changed. Octaves to
describe rallentando to
accelerando or vice versa. He would
have to understand and
agree:
to make the rendesion the best
interpretation of a rendering of
the piece. They would talk it over
in a horse and buggy to assure the
gentlemen that she was honest and
sincere. The virtuosity of the man
is all she demands.
To There Own Ambition
Black salsa with garlic and cilantro
with charred green onions
and Ribeye steaks
Sourdough yeast rolls
Garlic parmesan and cream rice pilaf
w/ toasted pine nuts and pancetta
Blackberry and Molten Chocolate souffle'
w/ vanilla ice-cream
with Muscat de-Beaurmes de Venise
A smile might began the evening.
The eagle mistook me for a bunny. She swooped down and picked me up from the field, and we went soaring high in the sky, past the swing set, past the fence, past the tree line, up, up, up.
She tightened her grasp, but I did not mind. I had never flown like this before, out in the open, with the robins who gawked as we flew past. It was fun looking down at my house from the sky, and not from an airplane window. I waved at my neighbor, and was disappointed that she did not see me.
This magnificent bird got me to a mountain ledge and dropped me where three adorable eaglets were waiting. “LUNCH!” she announced, and she flew off. I made them grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and we had chocolate pie with whipped cream for dessert. Then we took a little nap.
These eaglets were much more appreciative than my own children, so I decided to stay. I fixed them banana pancakes, and blackberry cobbler, and meatloaf, and hot bread. After a month or so, they started to take advantage of me. They wanted me to start cleaning their bedrooms, and they were a lot messier than my own children, so I climbed down and walked back home.
Over in the blackberry patch
June bugs are a-hummin'
Dad and children have been pickin'
Winter, It's a-comin'
Time to go home; jobs done
June bug is caught in flight
For the children to have some fun
Before supper tonight
String on June bug with child on end
Hold on tight; stay on legs,
Around and around fast they go
"My turn," the child begs
Quickly the children become tired
And the June bug is freed--
Shaken unharmed return's home'
To the berries with speed
Happy and laughing the children
All fall to the ground,
Told how they and the June bug
Went around and around
The thoughts of work and play have changed
Within memories time,
My mind goes around and 'round in
June bug and berry rhyme
-E. Pearl Anderson
Prelude to a poem:
Yes
Not the other way
You see,
What began as a game
To hide behind eyes
Paranoid,
Is now, what all the
Millennials call
"A Thing."
So frightened of
Fathers adopted
And all their drunken noise,
I hid in the living room corner
Behind the easy chair,
And made up people.
People to tell me
To not be afraid,
And people to tell me
It was ok.
And then there was that Halloween,
At age 11, when I drank a pint of
Blackberry brandy,
Cuz that's what the men do.
And then there was the three day coma
From, surprise, booze.
Then there was and was
And was again and again
And again.
But now
My back and brain hurt.
My eyes shift as fast as my 40
Personalities to be the funny one
Or the fat one or the drunk one
Or sarcastic one,(love him)
Or the sardonic one or the
Voice of reason or of Faith
Or Hope
Or Charity, Love.
Poem:
Never sitting
Peaceful or light
Just struggling
Nay, strangling
The ones that ain't right.
I am a genius
And fool,
I rhyme and
I drool.
I piss time
Away, worn
Out by this storm,
Never hurricane strength,
But forever in length,
Voices and voices
And voices per tick,
Of the clock I can't wind,
Of the drugs I can't kick.
A minute in church
I'll pray that I tried.
A lifetime on earth,
Per diem I died.
Tangled and lovely, hot and dusty,
And exotic blooms wild and lusty;
And days are fine like old wine,
And bluejays are there to dine.
Throaty warbling amid the trees--
Is wafted by the silent breeze.
This lane leads to Farmer McCain
And his wheat fields of grain!
Children race along this path;
Laughter echoes their aftermath!
Colored blooms riot 'till day is done,
Then off to sleep in search of the sun.
Blackberry Lane twists and turns;
And in summer, it burns.
The beginning place of country pies;
Resting place of the butterflies!
The lane seems jaded even in June,
And though it's long, it ends too soon;
Somewhere out near Farmer McCain
And his wheat fields of grain.
Written: June 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Quote: "I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in the mountains and the desert..." By Rumi
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The autumn wind howls from every side,
Scattering austere needles, exotic and wide.
Planting in me the seeds of raw sprouts,
A sun on my scalp, a lush utopia shouts.
The wind screams akin to a spectral wail,
Ripping apart the decayed remains of trees.
Eager shadows stretch their grasp to sail,
Their hidden fangs gnawed at the breeze.
Mountains wail with buried pain,
Carved by time’s relentless reign.
The sky, a silent threat with golden eyes,
Looms over the land where shadow lies.
Moist grasses soften each fleeting tread,
Lost within the storm’s relentless spread.
A mournful symphony—nature’s cries,
Weaving tales where life and death collide.
Drifting aimlessly, distant as a wandering cloud,
Rumbling through the suffocating crowd
Caution: the waves crash in reckless disarray,
While conflagrations ignite within my eye.
Sediment slumps, dissolving into meaninglessness.
Hunger twists my wicked eyes, deceiving falcon.
Restlessness grips me in the roaring wilderness,
Where dreams and legends reveal our talons.
What I learned may still reverberate true—
Earth-howling wilderness, octahedral trees in view.
Truculent with deception, abuse, and sorrow—
I muttered as I wandered through the meadow.
In close vicinity to the stream,
Entangled in blackberry oak’s seam.
Munching on an African delicacy,
Charming ideas overwhelmed me.
I sought wisdom and a breathtaking awe,
But my awareness exposed how I was raw.
Whispers of her voice pierced my sleep,
Her peaceful words slithered deep.
What a colourful world we live in so much beauty to see
From the clear blue skies above birds flap their wings so happy to be free
The bright yellow object in the sky sends light and warmth, surely sending waves of happiness our way
The tall green grass requests a haircut,take a little off but not down to the clay
My day begins with a glass of orange juice and my toast waiting patiently to be smothered with blackberry jam
It, 's a good thing traffic lights are bright red, green and yellow or surely there would be a lot of slams
To show your love to your partner a dozen roses I am sure she would adore
When the skies turn grey and the rain funnels down the black asphalt inherits puddles galore
Imagine the dilemma of finding your car in a parking lot if all cars were white
Christmas lights with their bold, beautiful and bright colours such a delight
Life is full of a wide array of colourful things for us to enjoy
The site of a rainbow with its multi colours about to deploy
People here and after rushing though the rainbow beams
All with a pursuit to reach green.
One with Starbucks in hand worried
about the Boss’s stern mouth
In the other lane,
the arrogant one with Blackberry in her hand
planning 7 o’clock happy hour with the girls..
Another, the scornful with mood swings
blowing temper creating mist of anger forming
Nothing but a halo of rage.
Probably cursing the driver ahead for driving on 60!
Another urging her toddlers to rest,
“Sit Sit “, she commands
Receiving nothing but mere nods and scheming smiles.
Then realizing the blessing and following it
with a pause of tolerating acceptance.
Pondering,
” After all they still remain children, they’ll grow soon” and
then following it with an obvious shift of expression”
If only HE would get up his lazy bottom in the morning!”
Many scenes of different genres, fascinating and many times entertaining. With
curtains rolling at Red stops….
Form:
Transcendence
Winter strides past halcyon autumnal daze
On sweeping ariels of barren hues
Brittle bones of blue with fiery breath
Sun drench soul icicles marrow like nebula stars
When decrepit doldrums descend
As winter Daphne slowly returns
Her satin clusters, in chilled fragrance, bloom
Then flood lassitude with transcendence
To intoxicate icy vapors of wistful wandering.
Early harbinger ascends above the solstice
When vernal visions transcend hibernation
Dormant malaise and feeble sight,
Blurred by floating cataracts of blizzards,
From dark welkins raw melancholy’s cadence flutters
To glimpse enchantment in hindsight -
The sweet scent of butterflies and bees -
As Daphne coaxes a threadbare season
Into a blackberry winter of vernal vitality.
1-11-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen – Transcendence
Blackberry winter is a synonym for spring.
Welkin is a synonym for sky.
I have two pots of winter Daphne by my front door. They bloom in January.
Down where the blackberries now bloom
Blackberry winter is near
Jack Frost comes tonight maybe doom
With you here there's no fear
'Oar's frost might kill the early plants
But in dreams they returned
Strong and better for fall's harvest
Orange pumpkins weren't doomed
Blackberry winter has entered
My life left me barren
Devoid of warmth feeling much strifed
Need again warmth of grandchildren
Holding little one close_ touch softness
Strange how one misses small
Things like tenderness, acceptableness
A kiss that comforts squall
Blackberry winter here to stay
Or miracle will come
For a miracle steadily pray
Baby on knee awesome