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On a hike one day, I came upon a wild orchard,
ripe with lush fruit and I thought it was a mirage;
green apples, oranges, peaches and pears,
all grew in this fantastic place;
nectarines, plums, cherries and blueberries,
invited me to l i n g e r for awhile;
calmness settled all around . . .
Fertilized by nature and unrestrained,
ripe and d r i p p i n g with sweetness;
utopia was mine as I gathered,
it would be a shame not to taste the fruit;
till I was full I ate the sweetness,
strange, I fell asleep- awoke and it was gone.
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August 15, 2016
Acrostic
Submitted to the contest, Orchard Fantasy
sponsor, Julia Ward
The first steps up the tower were easy;
blue dreams inside red and yellow gummies;
sweet blueberries and sugar to ease a pain.
Mind-painting secret murals on each rising tread
causing need to climb much higher, faster.
Yellow sunshine gleaming, tempts me
to fantastic leaps; up risers three by three
past giggling Pagliacci clowns;
who seem confused, uncertain, lonely.
Anxiously I slow, I feel I'm going down;
and yet still climbing.
Then unexpectedly, I meet Molly;
the fearfully steep and narrow steps
become an endless whirling spiral staircase.
Laughing, spinning, dancing endlessly,
the stairs rapidly dissolving beneath my feet.
We fall in love, Molly, me, everybody.
But far too quickly, that is not enough.
Up, up, up the black rock candy mountain;
ching-chang, toot-toot
unstoppable,
invincible;
stairs; four stories in a single bound.
"What's that?"
"Who's there?"
It's much harder now to climb;
feet stuck in decayed stairs
of Mexican mud; black tar.
Happiness is not a warm gun;
the stairway no longer leads to heaven.
Now at the top
Teetering precariously
on knife's edge of sanity;
nowhere left to go but down.
Will I take the slow and painful route;
or will it be the fast, more easy one?
When certain people poison the words diversity, equity and inclusion
and I see all the progress this country is about to loose…
is it any wonder why, for a while now, I have had the blues.
But when I think about it…it’s appropriate I have attached the color blue to me…
because blue is the epitome, the embodiment…the essence of diversity.
Walk around and begin to notice all the different shades of blue.
Navy, aqua, royal, midnight, azure and cerulean to name a few.
And while’e you’re at it here is something else for you to do…
think of all the things in nature that come in different shades of blue.
Notice the 10% of people in the world who look at you through blue eyes…
the array of blue birds, the blue whale, blue flowers, blueberries…and blue butterflies.
The blue jeans I am wearing, sapphires,
from the Blue Ridge Mountains to the blue grotto of Capri.
Why there’s even a blue fish who makes its home in the warmth of the deep blue sea.
It’s amazing the variety of tints and tones and tinges all across our universe…
all included in the family blue…all equal and diverse.
Any person with an open mind and open heart should find it easy enough to see
how the world is made more beautiful…by it’s blue diversity.
Which makes me wonder when it comes to diversity, equity and inclusion…
perhaps certain people would be less confused…
If they took a little more time…to experience the blues.
WHY I WRITE POETRY
I can't leave the world in God's hands — that's my job now,
I worship yes — I wander forests of legend with flowers from the Tree of Life in my hair —
but trust, no — people die and that death is His will but it is my refusal,
and I am a poet and I know we need more time to make our own splendid mistakes.
Sea turtles live a thousand years in their slow and green waters,
my words cannot become flesh — they cannot heal an open and living wound —
but we could have colored rings spinning around our minds like Saturn,
we could map constellations across a lover's face as if that face were the entire sky.
Every child could be the Messiah because the world always needs saving,
and yet God — it is such a beautiful world — but no thank you, it is not enough —
no thank you for the sunrise when our eyes have already gone blind from so much dark,
a blank page is the place where I list the creation I was never given at birth.
A shopping list of eternity — where you are never too sick to eat fresh blueberries,
where the dance never stops in the middle of its most beautiful and aching step —
a blank page is a paper bird I fold and send to fly up instead of a prayer,
I can't change anything — but I am a poet and if I can't trust Him I must speak.
You are crucified on the hands of a clock — pull those nails out of your wounded palms,
test each day like a melon at the market — press it for ripeness, for sweetness, for life —
you want more — you want so much more than this beautiful and deaf world offers you —
and I am throwing you a rope of words from the bottom of a blank page — hold on.
I love the color blue I can’t say enough about it.
The color of my favorite fruit, blueberries; is simply sublime.
When I play the blues on my guitar
I am never blue but, elated;
the Blues just do that for me.
Blue beckons to me when I’m tired and
lulls me to sleep in its soft, cool pool.
Like the bluest of oceans, lures the winging seagull;
blue waters lure and entrance me with their majesty.
Though my blood is not blue, blue pours through my veins, calming my fevers and raging mind. Tranquility is mine when I meditate in the blue of heavenly light.
When I paint, I can mix a million shades of blue; a blue painting is sheer ecstasy; a place for my spirit to revel.
Why, even my old dog, Blue...loves blue!
I love curling up with a great book
especially when It is gently raining
What it lacks in physical exercise
it makes up for in thought reframing
I can go anywhere and do anything
to see how those different folks live
Or ride in a rocket to the farthest star
full of curiosity just to see what gives
I can take part in a harvest of blue
as the blueberries drip from my lips
Or contemplate if my future destiny
includes sealing wax & sailing ships
I hope to carry all that I’ve learned
in my mind until I have passed away
But lest I forget this important fact
that carpe diem means seize the day!
Spring has been trying to appear this whole winter with warm days interspersed with freezing cold..Spring plants started to bloom in December with blossoms freezing and turning brown..In this spot on a hillside next to a swift running creek, frost appears with the slightest drop in temperature turning those lovely buds and blossoms brown..The beauty that is spring's finest hour has been tempered to a few spraggly blossoms on this hillside..The spring green of the trees has come alive in the last few days adorning my weary eyes with beauty..That wonderful green interspersed with white of a few blossoms..
willow's spring green leaves
swayed by the cold north west breeze..
bird pecks frozen bath
Spring has sprung but winter still trys to linger chilling and killing the pear crop and the blueberries that have formed..Will it just be a slight thinning or will it totally wipe out this fall's fruits?...Only time will tell...
The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk
A beautiful, majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride that stands as tall as a horse, with a rack of antlers with many points that looks like a crown on top of his head depending on how old he is, that he uses as a weapon against his foe , which are shed each year
Even though he has a heavy scent of musk he can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing his direction
His coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail, their coat make it a habitat for fleas, because his coat is thick and soft it enables him to sneak through a thicket when he hears your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush
Feeding on grasses, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries
He engages in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have his own Harem, that involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with his antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females
A beautiful, majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride that lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas –fir, cedar, and old growth stands and beautiful wild flowering azaleas
By Eve Roper 10/9/2014
Those indigo jeans worn this special day
When he invited me on my first date
Very appropriate ~trip to park_ play
Lunch from a vendor sharing plate
As our hands touch, look in his eyes_ see deep
The desire to get closer as knees touch
Feelings transpire, much desire from heartdeep
Overcome with passion's heat, face feels a blush
Such a romantic setting_ lovely pond
Jeweled around neck with water lilies
Flying birds, swans of lake stilled as lovers kiss~bond
Closing kiss, lover friend picks bilberries
Bilberries color of indigo seal kiss
Lips matching jeans~day continue bliss
(Heartdeep is rooted in the heart..Bilberries are closely
related to American Blueberries or Huckleberries..)
Contest:"It's In The Jeans"
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Take a look at your muffin, and look at mine.
This is a scenario that doesn’t appear fine.
This morning, we are off to an awful start.
There are no blueberries in mine while yours is falling apart.
You have to admit this is a terrible sight.
I have to do everything myself to make sure it’s done right.
I want an equal amount of blueberries in each muffin here.
I don’t care how long it takes. Do I make myself clear?
I am appalled to see all of the negatives going on.
If you do not comply with my wishes, then you are gone.
And by the way, fire that slots manager jerk.
My place is not where I want him to work.
He doesn’t show the least amount of competency.
I don’t care if he’s juiced in. To me, he is history.
Based on the 1995 film “Casino”