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Premium Member Boston

Millions and millions of bricks
Tons and tons of concrete
Lord only knows how many panes of glass
Granite, Marble, and cobblestone too
Build a city strong, steeped in history

The Adams, Otis, Hancock, and Revere
Tea parties, massacres and lanterns that hung
Swan boats, ducklings, with duck boats to boot
Hatch shell, commons and a Garden with parquet
Green Monsters, leprechauns and Pops play grand

West End, North End, Southie and Back Bay
Chinatown, Beacon Hill and Government Center
South Station, North Station, M. T. A.
Red line, Green line, Orange and Blue
You may find Charlie still riding too

Baked beans, chowder and don’t forget scrod
Lobster, cannoli’s, haddock and cod
Brown bread, beer, oysters and cream pie
Corned beef and cabbage with blarney a’plenty
Fenway Franks, Hoodie Cups, whoopie pies with Dunks

Marathon, Head of the Charles, and St. Paddy’s day parade
Bunker Hill, Faneuil Hall, the old’s North Church and Ironsides
Streets Beacon and Boylston, Avenues Commonwealth and Mass 
Northeastern, Tufts, along with the Boston’s College and University
Brigham and Women, Beth Israel Deaconess, Massachusetts General

Bobby, Espo, Raymond, Bergy and Z
Russ, Bird, Hondo, Couz, and Jones boys
T.B. 12, Hog, Andre, Bruschi, and Troy
Teddy, Pedro, Papi, Jim Ed, and Yaz
These are our guys; this is our city!


Back and Better

Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you be my builder?
Dear Dr. Ram, i still hail your nib,
Where's Royal Trevino? i always know you.
Constance la France is a silent night
There's power in silence,
Show me Andrea Dietrich, the currency in 
My wallet.
Did anyone see Sara Kendrick? am looking 
For her with a microscope,
Sydney Hall, Mr mad poet, take pity on me,
Am only a cool guy...
Deborah Guzzi is an enlightening haiku,
Hello John loving, you set a pace of love,
Annalise Brigham, the Caribbean beauty,
JSLambert Esquire, your ink is melodious.
Carolyn Devonshire, thanks for being there,
Audrey Carey, carry me all along,
Dorris culverhouse, you're a rare gem,
Dane Ann smith Johnson, how i miss you so.
Is that nette onclaud? i salute your talent,
Garri La Budda, a builder of lines
Carol Brown you are always a mentor.
oh! Linda Marie... sweet Marie,
You're a crown, a mother crown,
Am back and better for poetry soup.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Brigham Young

Brigham Young, the Mormon prophet
Pointed to the west; they crossed it
North, east, south, west sent colonies,
And has his name on universities.


Brigham Young, who led the Mormons after the assassination of their founding prophet Joseph Smith, led the Mormon Pioneers from "Winter Quarters" (a spot near what is now Omaha Nebraska) to what is now Salt lake City, Utah, then established colonies in most of the western states, south-western Canada, and northern Mexico. Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, is the largest religious, and one of the largest private, universities in the USA, and has branches in Hawaii and Idaho.  There is a monument in Washington DC to B.Y. for him being the great colonizer.  Most groups that went west did so seeking gold or land, but didn't worry about those who followed.  When the Mormons crossed, they widened mountain gaps, made maps, planted seeds, set up river crossings etc to make it easier for later groups to follow.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member The Portrait of Simon Gelman

Adorning the walls at Brigham and Women's
Head on his hand quite comfortably resting
The subject distinctive in his smiling position
Inspires the asking who is this physician

Over his shoulder an old time sea captain
And over the other what looks like the Kremlin
A scene that recalls something seemingly Russian
What is its significance in this bastion of medicine

And so the commencement of careful researching
Reveals the story of which we'll be learning 
A Harvard professor with numerous contributions
To the field of anesthesia including ischemia-reperfusion

This skillful practitioner of inducing unconsciousness
Was born in the Soviet Union in Nineteen and Thirty-Six
The whitebearded mariner is his belov'd Granddad
Who perished unaccounted for in the blockade of Leningrad

When Simon was young he was frequently hungry
Simochka said Mamma for food do not ask me
Life as a Jew in the society of Stalin 
Was hard but instructive for the mensch now ascending

At that time in Russia was no concept of charity
Because the state cared for everyone and no one was needy
But the pogroms and politics couldn't kill his generosity
And as soon as they could his wife and he left their country

Emigration to Israel where he learned to be Jewish
In the sense of the word that's proclaimed and not whispered
And he saw for the first time a community helping
And he knew gum zu l'tovah was how he'd be living

And many years later ensconced at the Brigham
The giver, the teacher, the lover of freedom
Fortunate I who discovered his portrait
And learned the legacy of the man
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Shot of Haiku -Chain-

Haiku Chain

Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal

jet stream follows sleigh 
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown 
cap is in Spain  ~~by; Goode Guy

cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich  

beating rhythm flows
unnoticed tiny black spot
fly, fly, ride high winds ~~by; Nathan Dilts

fly, fly, ride high winds
bring in the New Year, hurry… 
a parrot shows up  ~~by; Annalise Brigham

a parrot shows up
the world was never so right
as I feel refresh   ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair

as I feel refresh
breeze blows with soothing effect  
as birds fly higher  ~~by; olusegun Arowolo 

as birds fly higher
their iridescent feathers
ribbons in the sky   ~~by; David Williams  

ribbons in the sky
soft whistling pretty lights dance
to sing like a bird   ~~by; Tracie, Indigo Dreamweaver 

to sing like a bird
constrained within emotions
give me liberty  ~~by; David Williams  

give me liberty   
sweet vertigo dizziness 
the flight takes up space  ~~by; Poet Destroyer
 

the flight takes up space
come and join the view today
birds fly around me   ~~by; Poet Destroyer
 
birds fly around me 
brown grey with a glowing force
the moon as haze ends  ~~by; Poet Destroyer

the Moon As Haze Ends 
crashing On The Horizon 
with The Rising Sun  ~~ by; Christopher Bunton

With the rising sun 
celebrate the coming home 
maybe peace will reign  ~~by; cecil hickman 

maybe peace will reign
in the silent world this day
all is calm and bright  ~~by; Deb Wilson 

all is calm and bright
just me in my Xmas hat 
and loving all night   ~~by; Michael J. Falotico

and loving all night
this a welcome of pure light
power of the wind   ~~by; harry horsman

power of the wind 
a new year begins again
first let's celebrate ~~by; Catie Lindsey

first let's celebrate 
the sweet air brings me your scent 
now I know your here ~~by; Michael J. Falotico

now I know your here
Staring out the window,  
upon a (choo) choo train  ~~by; John Rhinem

upon a (choo) choo train
steam blows, lumps in my stocking 
charcoal grey mittens  ~~by; poet destroyer

charcoal grey mittens
the two of us are rocking
choo choo train chuckles  ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
 
Team Work -created this haiku chain
Form: Haiku


Hawaii Or Stratford

A collaboration with Annalise Brigham

On cold wintry days when my thoughts take flight
I‘m off to the great Pacific and her tropical lands
All exotic remnants of paradise in plain sight
How like footprints they seem upon the ocean, grand

Lush, vibrant green foliage and the richest colors ignite
As palms dance the Hula under a dazzling sun
Encircled by warm trade winds infusing daily delight
As four islands still evolving, offer us endless fun!

The four Hawaiian Islands- Honolulu, Kauai, Maui and Oahu


I wander through the town in which he lived,
Believe I feel his presence all around.
I visit places that he must have loved:
His childhood home, the church  and New Place ground.

I lay a  single rose upon his grave,
Sincerely wishing that he would appear;
I close my eyes and, smiling, think of him.
Ah, I love Stratford, home of Will Shakespeare.
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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