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Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid,
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got pinched by burdock,
distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent;
I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength.
My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior,
and I admired him for displaying humor without repulsion,
or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men
on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness.
Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up,
and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb;
we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals,
while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner.
Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro,
drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello;
and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down.
After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone,
dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home;
we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love.
And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown,
trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome?
Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered,
our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows,
as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass;
and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs.
Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous;
and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired...
staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own,
remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He hopped and bopped across the charts to the top
Until a tragic crop landing put him to a stop
Performed Chantilly lace for pretty faces
Chase young aces through melodical paces
Love notes in rock’n’roll quotes for youth emotes
Giddy nervous gulping throats in pink petticoats
Crooned bee bop tunes of teenage moon
As new love bloomed in first kiss swoon
It went so wrong, the piece that didn’t belong
Songs we sing along to keep a legacy strong
Feelin’ fine in fame prime until end of the line
The great music that defined, declined in 1959
Keep rockin’ with Ritchie and boppin’ with Buddy
To nifty fifty’s charisma, a music history to study
Oh my gosh where is the sun
It’s cold as North Pole today
My nose runs this is no fun
They’re calling for sleet they say
I drank myself a peach hot tea
It was warm traveling down
My throat so cold with chilly feet
Abandoning my errands in town
Was gonna go grocery shop
But cancel that today buddy
Venture outside I will not
Slow cooker beans in the cubby
Days like this I feel for kids
Walking to school even if delayed
For Old Man Winter has a trick
Throwing frozen fog in the way
Please watch out for the buses
School kids will be crossing the street
Jack Frost talks and he cusses
If you ever had frost bitten feet
I’m a North Carolina native lady
Deep in the Bible Belt
Hoping that all stay warm and maybe
You can visit after the melt
Excited to be given freedom to play,
I run to my art studio and begin dabbling.
I have already created thirteen new
canvases – penned and ready to fill in with paint.
My dogs are pawing at the glass slider, wanting entrance.
I allow them to come in, but warn them they will have
to sit. Buddy, my large puppy gets under my arm,
flinging it into the air. I let him back out.
Sophie Helen, my cocker is twelve years older.
She lies down, because she wants to stay.
Buddy knocks on the slider and I let him back in.
The dogs lie rear end to rear end, not facing each other.
I telephone some friends, listen to them on speaker
while I paint. My heart is singing. Painting is my meditation.
It is a terrific time to listen and encourage others
while I play, and it makes my dogs happy.
A cross between a Great Dane and a German shepherd of course.
Dumped on us a few months ago; Buddy is the size of a small horse.
He has big ears and exotically interesting markings of black and white.
Year and a half old, he chews up everything in and out of his sight.
He has chewed up a mattress of memory foam, and six of my shoes.
Mates of each he has never felt compelled to taste; so I always lose.
He has eaten the leather off some couches, and an antique chair.
He often comes flying at me at ninety degrees – traveling in the air.
Lands on my lap; his big butt hits the button and the chair reclines.
Stuck in a laying position until my husband finally hears my whines.
Buddy has eaten every poison mouse trap in the garage and hall.
Loves chasing rabbits, squirrels, the cat and a yellow tennis ball.
Easier if Sophie, our twelve-year-old cocker spaniel was gone.
She is angry as a heck that this giant is on the loose, no swan.
Dainty in no way, he is a giant puppy who wants to frolic and play.
And Shark the cat, has been missing since Buddy showed up one day.
You began to write the history of your life
With a kind of fear;
I know not why you are so great;
O, Helen, to me, you are so dear.
You're talented, you're esteemed;
How enchanting your fantasy is!
Your voice is always buzzing in my heart,
Just like the honey-seeker bees.
You are fantastic, you are the greatest;
I look upon you as my buddy;
You're as broad-minded as Mount Everest;
You're cleaning my spirit which was muddy.
Whenever I feel frustrated,
Your story stimulates me;
O, pal, I really love you heartily;
In my melancholy moments, you provide me with glee.
You foment me with new vigour,
When my life is a smilax;
You counsel me to practise with great rigour;
You help me reach the climax.
My dearest, Poe, how doth I findeth thee,
By now 'tis be of common knowledge.
By the morrow the whole of Colchester will
hear of it--it'll be no privy matter, I'm sure.
And, um, well, ah ... Oh speak up man, 'tis
too early for the cat to be out. Oh, ah, does
she know? Who? Your sister, Lenore? Yes!
Does she know about her? Oh, of course.
Well, having known my sister to have
snagged a 'booby' like you. What do you
mean by that? You know, the straight-
laced sorts. Oh, my, by the way ... are
you expecting company? Is she coming
here, now? No wonder The Pub is abuzz.
No, she's not coming. Well, don't be too
liberal with the phrase. I hope you and
the town, mind your business. Well, if it
was any other girl, Poe, but fortune did
favor you, my friend. The girl, after all,
does have a 'reputation.' And from what
I've heard quite a stellar resume. Oh my
dear, dear Poe. Why are you being oh, so,
repetitious? Ohh! Poe, you're such a cad!
Speaking of the devil. Oh, I'm so glad to
be here--for she does dress rather risque
and [A BIG GRIN] um ... my dearest Poe,
what frightful manners ... have you lost
them forevermore. Apologies. Oh no my
dear, 'tis naught you at all, for you do look
marvelously decorative. I'm Jerry, Poe's
brother-in-law--oh? Oh don't worry, my
sister and I, don't talk much. Oh, that's
rather obtuse, don't you think ... not if it's
the truth. Besides, Lenore should be the
least at fault, for that lies with me as it's
just natural for me to be a bump on a log
somewhere. I'm still playing with straws
here, Poe, intro please, she knows who I
am. Ah, Yes, Jerry, my buddy, may I have
this distinguishable opportunity to honor
you with the marvelously decorative woman
whose name is ... You can call me, Godiva.
[TWO VERY BIG GRINS]
The dromedary camel has one hump,
and the Bactrian camel has two,
but I always get them mixed up!
Do you?
So, just for a bit of fun,
here are some alternate names for camels.
(Feel free to pick your favorite one!)
One alternative, after some study,
could be a handle like "Dune Buddy".
Or we could suggest, without fear of rebuke,
an appellation like "Desert Duke".
While sipping on some apple cider,
I thought of this one: "Sandy Strider".
And my friend, an avid motorbiker,
has suggested "Hump Hiker".
Here's a basketball reference that's worth the money.
How's this for a name? "Camelo Anthony"!
And a medieval reference which we can allot
would, of course, be none other than "Camel-ot"!
Time to bee invited to Honeycombe
The news of Blues-Bee’s demise had far reaching effects.
The worms had disappeared deep underground
And the fleas had all fled.
Harmony was going to bee restored,
To the happy place it was a long time beefore.
This was nice to hear for a Bee who was far away,
For he had already lived through The Hive Wars.
He happened to overhear a conversation about a bee one day.
His name was Heroshima and he knew of Humble’s hive.
He heard how it had been attacked and was almost destroyed,
But fortunately The Queen had survived.
Blues-Bee had hired a group of dirty rats,
But try as they might the bees never succumbed to the attack.
One night Heroshima said this bee has been through enough;
Bring him to me. His hive is welcome to move in with us.
There is plenty of space, so make haste with the messengers.
Go find this Humble B. Bumble, wherever he is, never mind the danger.
Tell him about us and tell him he should come to bee with us soon
And he will bee welcomed always into Honeycombe.
So bees were sent out and eventually Humble was found.
He didn’t want to go; he wanted to go home,
But the bees were insistent and gave Humble a crown.
This is a sign of our loyalty to you.
Come live with us in Honeycombe as a King; you can start anew.
Your Hive are all welcome to join us too.
Humble took the crown and said thank you friend.
We will take a look around
And then placed the crown on Bee Bee’s head.
I guess this beelongs to you, Love.
Oh no sir, it is yours. You have been so good.
You are to bee made a King and you may choose your Queen.
I have no need for a title; I already have all that I need with Bee Bee.
Then neither do I said Bee Bee throwing it away.
But sir! But maam! You have no idea what that crown is worth!
We have no wish to rule your domain anyway.
Let all bee’s bee equal and rise from the dirt.
You shouldn’t bee throwing it around.
It is made from the finest honey.
Then you can have it, take the crown,
I already have my honey, buddy.
Humble held Bee Bees hand and said lead the way…
I will just fetch the crown first sir. Ok?
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share