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Hand Made Things
Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time.
Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and death.
Forever; He is with you, He is with me, blessings on your house, and family.
My Aunt taught me to knit and crochet.
I can make a dishrag. (I am not bragging.)
I wish that I had paid more attention. I was young, she was strict.
My hands, did not comply.
At church, some weeks ago… I found the ladies.
They knit and crochet, and can and make lovely things from nothing.
God has given me a second chance. I am thankful.
Knitted outfits on pretty dolls,
showing the next generation what it was and is to be,
a wife, a mom, a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandma, and…
above all a friend.
Daughters of the King,
singing, dancing and laughing together,
about their daily lives.
Silent Wonder
Snow falls gently on the dead grass in the front yard.
I suppose it does the same in the back,
I simply can not see it from my small window...
where I look out upon the world.
I am not sad or happy.
The soft fluff makes no noise.
It covers the whole tree in a blanket of new, white!
The stars above glitter as the clouds leave, but the chilly flakes stay.
Not for long but long enough.
It was and is quite a show.
Even if I am the only one to take note.
I am still glad to have seen, no... witnessed the pleasant miracle.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
( • Faux colors & other blather-lather tongue-lash trash promos • )
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For why?
(Imported cheese skewa's mo' mid-night doo'az) . . .
how sand cups da' nuts • O' thou bendi bêãch • for which the dubious shark-sighting reports exkuz-us have proved clueless-
a tropical topic of serious scientific inquiry / relational chem-bo's whacking the hippocampus.
Imagine then the kaleidoscopic cacophony of tropical haiku bursting from my mold-dented ottoman’s baby-breath foot-washer elocution's 'lectrocutions, eclectic electric bill's submersible subjects ~ ( surfer fluidity? ) Superfluity ( you Dimp! ) Unbound!
OR
Soupify our autumn alum-drummed luminaries with kung-fu cryptic-dues for pool-side doggy-print prints and herr' burgermeister's onions on the half flip-side because "Stupification®" has got to be that new restaurant on La Brea drive!
Ring-a-ling "Dog poo!"
Get out'a my yard slacker
Fence post rendezvous
. . . And how'd you get my phone number?
by Lingua Lacuna
Notes:
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Entropys' Centuries; Lingua intones, The aroma!
Dude; he assures the man in the mirror, and the glare!
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MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE
Barren rice fields, hungry heart; heels cracking dry ¬ thirsty soul part.
Face awaiting, every season, knotted aching old ~ new reasons...
Love! Oh Love! Written by God, crawl on us strengthen our grit.
Clanging cymbals, sounding gongs; monotone symbols, forgotten songs.
Magnetic face, probing the depths, soft gem breadth glorious grace.
Love, darling, you make me sing, awaking warm jolly spring!
Painter's brush ~ poetess deep crush; sight to blind ¬ mind to share... care?
I'll try to hop, heights of the hills, conquering fears as melting chill...
Nights are sunny, its love my sweet, 'cause of you always anew!
Diamonds flair, light on wrong; purity fair err, patience miles long.
old gnarled skin, weakening bones, brittle gray hair failing youthful tone. . .
Dear honey, you did atone, staying with me until the end.
Cinderella shoe¬ oceanic blue; dreams do come true, I love you.
Ice and fire, heaven and hell, collapsing match try to fight well...
Baby love, innocence smell, must I hasten or calmly hold?
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:04pm
July 08, 2014
CONTEST NAME: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
SPONSOR: DEBBIE GUZZI
4th place, to God be the greatest glory..:)
Inspired by the Biblical Verse: I Corinthians 13
Tomorrow’s going to find me in another place
I never had the urge to settle down
There’s so much of this world that I’ve never seen
Another mountain, another valley, another town
I get those urges every time I hear a train whistle blow
Or the sound of a ship pulling out to sea
Staying put is killing me and I’ve just got to go
That open road is calling out to me
My memories take me to my youth
Just living for each day
Reveling in the joy that freedom brings
Flew from Spain to Corsica
Saw Ajaccio but I couldn’t stay
Listen to a mermaid as she sings
Barcelona then the other side of Spain
Pull cinderella liberty for New Year’s eve
Take the liberty boat back at Two AM
With a bottle of cognac up my sleeve
Walked around an old castle in Patras Greece
On a warm and sunny day
Stopped in town and had a few
Then it was time to be on my way
Remembering all the places that I’ve been
Look at the lines carved in my face
Wishing I could sail again
Memories time cannot erase
Dreams take me back to the open sea
Stop for a while in Kingston town
See the Southern Cross at night
Pour another tequila down
THE CALLOUSED HANDS OF EXPERIENCE
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By; Andantino Tirarsela:
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Fare il gradasso
Fare il figo:
Dardelle arie
Strafigasi
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Erotomania
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a longing for creative inspiration
encouragement from
a disappointment
the story goes
a celebrity wished for
inspiration
so he pretended to be a commoner
he meet a woman
who was self described as common
they became friends and
he invited her to a concert
he said he had backstage tickets and
she could bring a friend
they went to the concert hall
there they'd meet he new freind
he called her and told her
he'd be there later
something came up
and he'd show up later
well an hour into the show
he hadn't appeared after intermission
they had given up thinking he'd appear
and then the singer
started to intro his protege'
and when he did the guy walked
out behind his freind and grabbed her hand and took her on stage.
He sang a harmonic song looking her directly in her eye's.
When I was a girl it seemed time took much longer,
To pass by and let me be older not younger.
It seemed all the good things were far in the future,
And I feared in the waiting I'd slip into a stupor.
I was too young for most things and too old for the rest.
I was stuck in the middle, an unwanted guest;
Searching in vain for the place I belonged;
Awaiting my prince to come sing me his song,
Sweep me up in his arms and then whisk me away,
To a life filled with gladness as fairytales say;
But life is no fairytale it's business at hand,
If you want to survive then get with the plan.
We have to grow up, take the bull by the horns;
For life's what you make it, you have been forewarned.
My life is much better in some ways it seems.
Though I must admit it's not like my dreams.
I've learned from experience when less than enchanted,
I'm happier when trying to bloom where I'm planted.
Owl and moth felt the forest shift toward tree mother
It’s the faerie queen, whispered one to the other
A slight blink of a light began heading in from the east.
It’s the Cinderella faerie, suggested a frog named Meast.
The cricket arrived in seconds holding fiddle between his legs.
He was sipping a drink from one of the tavern’s yellow kegs.
The more he drank, the faster was the music that he made.
Chipmunk and mouse began dancing a jig right there in the shade.
Cinderella faerie arrived with a team of gorgeous fireflies.
Her hair was red and curly, and she had deep violet eyes.
The owl pretended difference, but he could not stop staring.
This is how we all knew he was enthralled, totally caring.
At the ball...
At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending,
But readers now are more demanding,
And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot.
Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis
That sent a shockwave through the palace,
"Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!"
When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him,
But when she smiled, he overcame them,
And asked her if she'd care to dance.
The king and queen were sore relieved
Because they'd had some apprehension,
To girls he'd never paid attention,
They thought him something of a "nance".
But by the time the waltz was over he was thoroughly enraptured,
This girl his royal heart had captured,
And her to wed he was inclined.
Mom and Dad looked on with pride,
And it was then and there decided
To get the two of them united
Before the prince could change his mind.
But he was well and truly hooked, and as to true love she surrendered,
Cindy suddenly remembered
She must be out of there by twelve.
If she hung around too long
Until the tower bell stopped tolling,
The whole darn thing would start unrolling,
The midnight knell would end the spell.
So Cinderella fled the ball, but just before the spell was broken,
She dropped a slipper as a token,
And hoped the prince would come around.
But when the clean-up crew was through,
Along with hairpins and nail clippers,
At least a dozen single slippers
Had been turned in to Lost and Found.
When the prince saw all those shoes, he didn't ponder which or whether,
Just one was crystal, the rest leather,
And he knew what he had to do.
He had his mother pack a lunch,
And Benzedrine he grabbed a fistful,
Then off he shot just like a pistol
In hot pursuit of that glass clue.
To be continued...
"You likely don't have the right dress,
but my sister's just your size."
My date brought with him this "choice" outfit
to which she'd said her goodbyes.
Now, I'm thinking it was just a joke
from him who had asked me out.
Dressed in his sister's hand-me-down,
my mind's at work, I don't pout.
He's in there dancing with someone else
I have a plan which may work.
Knowing the coat check girl, we giggle,
and trade dresses on a quirk.
She's a trooper, she'll carry this off;
her dress fits me - simply green.
Red dress goes on the floor for a show
a fan keeps her face unseen.
He stops in shock, then approaches her,
his hand put around her waist.
"Where have you been, my Cinderella?"
Fan closes, she slaps his face.
He races to the coat check counter
and claims his coat, if you please.
I please alright, and good evening sir;
he gets it, minus his keys.
Meanwhile, we exchange dresses quickly,
she's back in green on the spot.
Returning for keys he gets the news,
"Your date took your chariot.
written July 27, 2013