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Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
When I listen to Eminem I purr at his work,
it perks me up.
I'm then lured to write some words
and create a new verse,
that's rife without purpose.
No clichés are surplus,
and I've no nerves on the surface.
It's just an urge that occurs
wanting me to nurse to life a rhyme
as my digits tingle and fidget for playtime,
ready to mingle, in the meantime my brain feels no limit.
Set out in a stride that flows like the tide under bridges,
with a strive to blow minds and entangle sublime rhymes,
that I interwine between the lines leading in time
to a chorus that I hope to be glorious.
Set with the wind in my sails
and a drive that supplies the hammer and nails,
that wield together a motorised thought weapon,
with a complex that threatens,
to propel me like witchcraft
as I spell to fast
with the sails at full mast,
catching wind that's pushing this raft
and blasting through my mind as I draft
both good and daft rhymes.
Which seem easy and slide through peasy,
thanks to the greasy ease of a motion that doesn't freeze,
but travels at crazy speeds that please me.
It's not the work of a degree,
it just gives critics and plaudits a read
that they can witness
with it's dense intense thickness.
I don't care if it's rubbish
it's not written to be published.
I just like how my left hand smudges the ink,
as there's no time for it to dry as I rapidly think.
I just let it flow
and I know
like the tip of my nose
or the nails on my toes,
that it's simplistic
and explicit,
no need to be drastic
and complicate it.
I just like to glide like a cable car ride
because I'm able that's why.
I just like wordplay and syllables
that prevent the event of me feeling miserable.
It's just a cure that's what it's written for,
just a rhyme to read once and not once more.
My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were amazing of Lake Garda down below.
Day two we visited Verona, a city of great architectural beauty
And it's where Shakespeare was inspired by Juliets famous balcony
We saw great works of art showing statues, of Roman mythology
Churches now outnumber them after their conversion to Christianity.
Day three we went on a speed boat trip on the beautiful Lake Garda
Then had a walk around the town of Sirmoine, and ate some tasty pizza
Of course the day would not be complete without tasting some gelato
Every flavour you can think of, it's ice cream in case you didn't know.
On the fourth day we went to Venice and we were pleasantly surprised
St Marks Square, Rialto Bridge, Doges Palace and The Bridge of Sighs
Lots of narrow passageways that leads to many a little square
Words alone can't convey its appeal you really have to be there.
On the fifth and last day a scenic trip up the Dolomite mountains
We saw scenic alpine images and drove through villages with fountains
Swiss style chalets dotted the hillsides that added to its great charm
Scenes of utmost tranquillity that gives you a feeling of inner calm.
Day six and its time to head back home, and we travelled through the night
Through Switzerland then Calais in France, to catch the ferry at first light
Then just two more coaches that will take us nearer to our home
My wife is looking at brochures for next year, to see where else we can roam.
Written on 9th October 2022.
Jack London's home across the Bay,
Now crossing the Golden Gate.
Walking through Fisherman's Wharf,
Smelling the entrees as you pass restaurant doors.
While ships passing along the way,
Fishing boats pulling up to the dock.
Crabs are snapping at your heels,
Fishermen are unloading their catch-of-the-day.
Fresh sea air breeze from the shore,
Sunny days and foggy nights.
Smelling the kelp wash ashore,
Whispering sands upon the beach.
Watching seagulls wait and wait,
For crumbs on tourist trails,
While the sun sets in the west,
Atop the ocean's crest.
Strolling through Chinatown,
Collecting your thoughts.
Sounds of shuffling feet,
With people busily working on a feast.
Buildings taller than Redwoods trees,
Towering over the City by the Bay,
The Financial District, quiet and clean,
Just remnants of a day's work seen.
The smell of coffee grinding,
Chocolate melts,
Sour Dough bread baking,
Your senses are on fire with taste buds aching.
Driving down the most crooked street,
Turning left; turning right,
Turning left; turning right,
Winding to the bottom of this twisted hill.
Up the hill,
Down the hill.
Turning right in a wrong way,
And down a one-way street.
Buses honking.
Delivery trucks double-parked,
People yelling,
"Get out of my way!"
The cable car bell clangs loudly,
While the conductor yells, "All Aboard!"
Passengers scrimmage grabbing for seats,
Before the cable car clangs through the streets.
The city sparkles like the stars above,
With the fresh air and sunny days.
Visiting the City By The Bay,
It's San Francisco's beauty that's shone.
©2017 by Lee Christine Brownlee. All rights reserved.
Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site. I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning. One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post. I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!". He and another agreed. After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up. Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit. When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness. Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse. However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.
Of Cable Cars and Gardenias
A magician, I seek and will highly pay!
Who can rewrite history,and bring
this poetess back to her love!
She recalls with joy and tears,
Her bewitching lover's eyes as they rode
In a majestic Cable Car.
With that delicious fog that brought God's
blessing on innocent lips.
Moonlit kisses softly on a starlit hill.
No kiss ever matched such power and
overcoming gentleness!
Her long, gleaming dark,Cleopatra tresses.
His gift of a dewed gardenia~ in her fog blessed
hair.
Which scented her to him forever for future days.
That now is a passion sonata of him and bygone days.
Vague traces of her love for him are constantly
Running through her body daily.
Those gusty gardenia winds of youth and life's
tenderness.
She recalls with royal, on-going reverence!
His name, unspoken, silent as the furthest star.
She has his heart's love token!
With great spirit and gusto, they danced, laughed
and loved.
And will one day ride a golden cable car with multi
colored ribbons, to the heavens above!
11-23-2020
The most beautiful days in my life,
Living in San Francisco near that
Bridge, the Golden Gate!
Days of well behaved children in
classes that had no strife.
God had surely blessed me, to have
such a divine fate.
Each morning, I took a cable car to
school.
With that divine ride, came the great
scent of the Pacific Ocean!
I was impressed by my classes’ respect
for the Golden rule.
So glad to have left Chicago, which was indeed
my land of Goshen!
It was a grand blessing, to be respected as
a teacher!
We had recess on the spacious, sun blessed, large,
safe roof.
In Chicago, kids fought and I had to
be both warden, add....a preacher!
Sunny San Francisco,we could see three cities,
I felt happy as a puppy and wanted
to bark, woof-woof!
I wanted to thank God, today for each
day.... I went to work.
And this is just one of thousands of
blessings in my life.
San Francisco, in that same place,
I became, one day, a beautiful wife!
Thank you, dear San Francisco!
Always, my heaven on this earth!
4/26/2022
The underlulating flight of a caterpillar in mismatched socks could well be confused for a cyber created calorie called counter. Counters are calamities and calamities are neither calm nor chaotic. The robotic maneuverings' of a saw can be said to be as cute as watching a small sparrow hop through the hedgerow unaware of wry intentions from the clap of cloud concrete poured from the hands of man. And the hands of man are neither a tick tick nor a cuckoo. So do nit land upside down when jumping from a cable car. Carnivorous clams are not that mischievous they in fact filled with weaknesses and weak is not a week nor a month either. So grab a towel and whirl it around. Spitting into goblets is not a good idea. And the peelings from a grapefruit are placed always in a line before prayer. Amen then. Great isn't it. Format wisely an increasing cloth. Coming calling called created chaotically charging chats. And a big hat on a sixty foot barn talking to the animals with a bin of senses. Destroy the grounds of the era of an untamed unfathomable sloth then. Stoat face. No ha today. And certainly no x for a made figure is about as x as pile of heifer excrement sizzling in a bowl. Goodnight. Z
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The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous review.
Its window panes were dotted with the prints
that algid fingers left on hardened glass -
a fleeting mark of those who cared to call,
Then wiped away for tourists yet to pass.
The sight - ineffable to say the least.
So beautiful that if you were to fall,
You'd only wish you had more time to feast
on vision, catch the magic of it all.
On blue-green ice like paper they were grown -
A hundred shards of crystalline along
the clear blue water, glamour of its own
reflecting cattle herd it lay among.
And at the centre of this paradise,
No sight but this could make me look away.
She stood on mountain's edge with dazzled eyes
that showed no sign of labour everyday.
It's what you need that takes you far from home,
And till you find it, midst existence roam
There she belonged on top of the world - my mother
Standing apart, a star in the skies like no other.
Written Mother's Day
- Motif pronouced mo-teef
A tuning is often a turning. But attunement takes longer than eighty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds. Landing a duck sponge is fantastic fun in a boat yard. It is very very helpful to assist both boats and feathered ones. Surely the plan is to assist all? When passing a willow at junction eighteen be aware that a slug can move quickly as per instructions from yacht based personnal. And a tweed hat is supposed to be put in a large jar of mustard to eradicate the stench of self absorbed monetary values. So spoke the wild wilderness. With paws pass over the fauna. In a midnight glow a lake could deliver many secrets. If drained could release some dollars. Will not a bee buzz past then? Adhere not to falsities of the mystic pies. For they are dust bombs in a carcass ridden land. Jeopardise not a tail of a forteen foot serpent. And give a wave to a cave when riding in a cable car. Clam came close causing chaotic chasms. And the pink whale with bulging eyes chatting with ten kilos of paperwork. Pinprick that then with a pineapple. Great. X admonishment Z
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