Long Carolina Poems
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I grew up in Ohio but have spent most of my life in Florida
where I am now 73 years old…
and having just spent the winter in North Carolina I have a theory:
We age differently in the cold.
When it comes to winter in the mountains I can put all vestiges of age on hold
because here my 73 years of age…is concealed by the cold.
Take the fact that as I’ve aged my ears have continue growing…
and I have much less hair than I did the day I wed…
but in the winter in the mountains…all those flaws are covered
by the stocking caps or hoods upon my head.
After 73 years…my face…by wrinkles have been attacked
but in the winter in the mountains…they disappear…
the snow fills in the cracks.
At 73 when I get up or move my bones might pop or creak…with every step I take.
but in the winter in the mountains the crunch of the snow beneath my feet
muffles any noises my bones will tend to make.
At 73 I have a tendency to trip…I’m no longer that young, spry, agile sprinter…
but slipping and sliding on the snow…why that’s just part of winter.
In conclusion…this is not scientific…just an observation from a 73 year old
This is the main reason I believe we age differently in the cold:
In winter…in the snow and cold… I feel less like an old geezer
and more like a sirloin steak that’s been stored inside the freezer…
The cold temperatures help to stop the aging process..
and when I’m thawed out as the warmth of spring returns…
the only sign I’ve aged at all…is a little freezer burn…
If my theory is correct…as each year I grow older and turn another page
a little winter freezer burn is a small price to pay
to knock a few months off my age.
Ava, our youngest granddaughter, headed off to college yesterday…
And as another milestone is passed….
I wonder how it’s possible the years have flown by so fast.
As I walked up to hug her and say goodbye…and she did the same to me…
my mind immediately flashed backed…to a fond old memory.
It seems like only yesterday…I could see it clearly in my mind’s eye..
a time when Ava was much younger…but then again…so was I.
It was a summer day in North Carolina…(did I mention how time has zoomed?)
when all around our cabin…day lilies were in bloom.
We noticed, (this is the way it happens) how much Ava had grown…
and decided it was time she picked some day lilies of her own.
We drove to a day lily farm…with day lilies as far as the eye could see…
where Ava picked her own day lilies…to be planted in our garden in NC.
It was a simpler more carefree and innocent time…as I look back…marvel and muse…
when the only thing a little girl had to worry about…was which day lilies to choose.
We planted her lilies at our cabin…and like clockwork every year…
when summer comes to the mountains…in the sunlight…her day lilies appear.
As Ava headed off to college…this was the wonderful memory that found it’s way to me…
of the day we picked then planted day lilies…at our cabin in NC.
And no matter where life takes her…I hope she knows
waiting for her at our cabin…there will always be a room
where she can visit us for a while in summer…
and together we can watch her lilies bloom.
a native american
mother mixed with
african knowing old
ways embracing new
knew she was something
when in childhood she told
me about the running of the
bull after school the simplest
path was straight from a to b
but the fence means it's
containing something
so maybe best to
walk around but she would
never listen to this even if
she heard they were only
words and pecan pie was
on the other side so why
waste time going all the
way round when it was
simple to see the end
of a straight line so over
the fence and run but
this wasn't Pamplona
but South Carolina
so there were no bulls
but one and an angry
one that saw red all
of the time but she
believed in her feet
and left the past
behind but always
brought enough to
keep in mind what
was learned from
the last time so
she could define
the that this time
live and learn
Form:
Yup, you red correctly,
this noggin must go
perhaps donated
to the Salvation Army, or Good Will
cuz, said atrophied cranial
horridly styled comfortably numb skull,
the source of immeasurable
beg hot ten woe, from dawn to dusk
nothing boot eve ville
hollow cavity mainly comprised
of wooly webbed weaving waste,
uber sawdust, sans Schuylkill
River effluvium and runoff rotten rill
hence, e'en a think tank
designated as Abby Normal
formerly atop a body named Phil
lip, or Wright winged Orville
one half brotherly duo,
the other sibling Wilbur,
whom both made a mill
yen legends getting airborne their lil
mechanical contraption
atop Kitty Hawk,
North Carolina with bi sic kill
mechanical aptitude,
when born aloft Kill Devil Hill
synonymous making fin hushed
blue prints emulating
flying fish, whose grill
like cartilage backbone
precursor to Evil
Knievel, who soared
on his motorcycle a devil
lush daring stuntman,
whose helmeted crown
full pursestrings muted cavil
ling critics with legitimate enterprise
earning gobs of legal tender,
whence aye aver
his mugshot ought to appear
on common denomination bill
and/or honoring throughout
the entire month of April.
Today, after a month in North Carolina…we became aware
to our mutual satisfaction that Fall is in the air.
The mornings have been chilly…and the leaves have begun to fall
as the trees of summer begin to change their colors before their final curtain call.
The leaves do not change colors or fall simultaneously…
I’m sure nature has her reasons…
for allowing those of us who are watching…
to enjoy…the changing of the seasons.
Ash, Birch, Black Walnut, poplar and maple trees
Are where the first leaves tend to fall from…
They act as natures messengers…reminding us
of the beauty yet to come.
Nature helps these leaves who patiently await her signal in the trees
by allowing them to ride atop and end of summer breeze.
And they happily depart the trees…knowing they've been assigned
to announce that Fall is on her way…with winter close behind.
Yesterday an excited maple leaf jumped out of her tree
and, after floating on the breeze, landed next to me.
As I saw that little maple leaf…happily lying there
I thanked her for reminding me that Fall is in the air…
And thanked nature for taking the time…
to think of me for a moment…however brief
by air mailing my reminder
in the form of a maple leaf
We built a snowman the other day when winter had the gall
to visit North Carolina…in the middle of the Fall
We went back the next day to visit our snowman…
to the exact post we set him on
but since Fall had regained control of the season…
our little snowman was gone.
About the time we were lamenting…thinking our snowman was a ghost
we found a note he had left us…tacked upon the post.
To whomever built me yesterday it read…there’s something I’d like to say…
I want to thank you for bringing me to life…if only for a day.
Fall is something a snowman never get’s to see…
We never see how the sun illuminates the changing colors of the trees.
A snowman’s dominant color is white…
it’s the color of our bodies and our heads…
but yesterday for the first time I saw oranges and yellows and reds.
In one day I felt things…I’m sure no snowman has ever felt…
the more colors that I saw…the more my heart began to melt.
So thank you for creating me…I wish I could thank you more…
for allowing me to see colors no snowman has ever seen before.
Just one more thing before I melt away…before I’m water instead of ice…
then next time you build a snowman…adding a snow-woman would be nice
The other day we noticed two reindeer leaping around our back yard
As back and forth through the woods they crossed…
they looked upset and a little confused…I got the feeling they were lost.
“Excuse me, Miss Reindeers.” I yelled. “I don’t mean to startle you.
but I was wondering if you’re lost and if so is there anything I can do?”
Hearing my words caused them to freeze…
then one of the reindeer turned her head and stared up through the trees.
“That’s very kind of you.” she answered. “My name is Donner, this is Blitzen
We’ve been on vacation and we’ve seem to have lost our way….
“We’re looking for the North Pole…we need to help pull Santa’s sleigh.”
“Is this the North Pole?” She asked. “And why isn’t there any snow?”
“I’m afraid not, Donner.” I answered.
“This is North Carolina…you still have a long way to go.”
“Oh my.” She said. “Blitzen and I do get lost quite easily…
It’s why Santa puts us behind all the other reindeer on his sleigh…
He knows we are directionally challenged…
so he lets Dasher, Dancer and Rudolph lead the way.
“Why aren’t the two of you flying back? I asked.
She smiled “That magic is saved for Christmas Eve.
on the one night across the world where everyone believes.”
“Wait here.” I said running into the house and coming out with a map
“You are hear.” I pointed. “Up her is the North Pole…in between is a pretty big gap.”
“Santa!” I pleaded closing my eyes….”If you can hear me I want you to know I believe.”
‘I’ll give Donner and Blitzen this map but they’ll need your help to get home by Christmas Eve."
“Come on Santa…just this once you can change the rules…what do you say?”
With that Donner and Blitzen with map in hooves…smiled and flew away.
“Don’t forget to follow the map!” I shouted feeling blessed to have made a connection
with the only two off Santa’s reindeer born with a poor sense of direction.
Once they were gone I quickly wrote a note to Santa
and mailed it first class to his North Pole address…
‘Dear Santa’ I wrote, 'how about this Christmas you give Donner and Blitzen
their very own GPS!’
I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami.
We shared some jokes and when food ran low
resupplied at the green valley of Shenandoah.
The Laurel by the road is pink and white in spring
But late fall had its charm as well, a bike ride for a king.
The carpenter told me that I biked too long
He was right: I gave out, it was he who was strong.
He kept riding south but not with me.
I turned back just 60 miles from the town of Cherokee.
All I really needed was a day or two to rest
But a foolish reflex made me give up the quest
I had told him I had to get back, which was a lie
He shook my hand; one last wisecrack and we said goodbye.
I got home and there was a letter waiting for me:
the Carpenter praised to the sky the stretch to Cherokee.
Sometimes clear, sometimes fog, on the ridgeline high,
Blue smoky mists blended mountains with the sky.
The road climbs above 6000 feet, there's red spruce and pine:
He said I had to go someday, the views were so sublime
But there were too few blocks of time when I was free
And for those times, storms raged above the land of the Cherokee.
Then dad got cancer, and mom got cancer too
Brothers sometimes shared the load, but the years still flew.
But I'm hoping that there is an opening yet
that I can reverse this particular regret
I'll tear the veil, warp time's bridge
And make my way to that lost Blue Ridge.
But you never know, you can't open every door
There are portents on every scale, and I'm afraid of what's in store.
I'd rather see her doing something her talent can reach. A play for God,
a message for humanity, but that's just me. You want to talk about coverage? Our receivers ain't receiving? Specifically? Candace Owens ( like a Biblical Esther to me)..... especially intelligent, especiale de destiny. If blessfully she smiles on us (winks) as she speaks. That's the arena of significan(t)t ?We. Oui!?
its just a game, football that is, try working for a living, have some humility,
are you a hero of some kind of military?
a force of "1"?
Like LeBron "home" James, never supported by no one. Not allowed to play a game for a living by humanity?
No Momma? No fans to allow the freedom to get your game on?
What next? Black "Carolina" Panther instead of Cam (someones son) Newton?
I thought you wanted belief that 'youre just like me'
I guess when stereotypes suit you
the ones that build you up,
for a leg up on opportunity
that you keep like an ace....up your sleeve
it's the picking and the choosing,
inconsistency, that get's to me
it will hard serve to refute you eventually
as youre baskin in the limelight
robbin respect from working people,
like a demigod warrior?
but your lids too tight, jaws too hotwired,
we know your feet are light
you got a v12 in you cam and too many cars in your foyer
12 inches better than any other in the other races of man?
going top shelf with your redirect, and icing on your hands.
when the double standard is double dipping, stepping over the line
with finger flip topping sprinkled in,
instigating race again among the havenots of mankind
paranoid of those who are even your fankind
Due to the Contractual Dispute
We cannot show the happens
In agreement with the nine
Companies involved.
It happen one night in Brazil
Allianz Parque.
The Pro World Championship titlist
( The $$@$$$ world champion)
Verses
The South Asia Pro Wrestling Leagues
Titlist.
($&$@$$-#$$@$$$ World's Champion
Neither company would put up there
Respective championship
But the agreed to have there champions
Represent smaller companies by
Present champions forfeiting there titles
And crowning both men individual champions.
Sold out crowd with 10 World class mainevents
The event would be filmed and shown in theaters
around the world.Champion takes all, but the
Clause would allow both companies to have whoever
Is current champion to represent there company
Whether or not he is champion at the time of the bout.
Who ever will or would be champion at the time of
The signing will represent the companies interest
( Both Companies) meaning if a champion is defeated
He his reign does mean he's the companies represent ice.
Three weeks before the match both current champions had
Been meet with challenges by masked men. In both companies these masked men appeared , on one night
In both Texas and North Carolina six men with same name
appeared and said the same thing, and both men who challenged both champions won. Defeat and question. Two men with the same name and same apparel would bring an end to what fans wanted to see. Before the mainevents bout
Had begun in Brazil, members of both companies sat across the Areana from one another both masked men wearing there trophied crowns, sat to watch the mainevent.