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A new day of spring in cool breeze sprints
As gentle winds glide with joy on their wings
Swaying gracefully from blossoming trees
Whistling in meadows of emerging green
Dawn welcomes me while rising up drizzling
Gathering in puddles and rushing in streams
Playing hide and seek with glimpses of sun
Roaming darkened vistas on cloudy horizon
As winter's end hears the call of my garden
Resurgence it sees of perennial vegetation
Dreaming of budding cherry blossom flowers
Blooming among lilacs, lavender and purple
Happily you smile in exuberance that enlivens
Lakes and the rivers, and season's aspirations
For you've heard the chatter of nesting birds
And buzz of honeybees relishing sweet nectar
When darkness cedes to golden bright sunrise
Mauve tinges soften the cobalt blue skyline
As sun's glow blushes in purview of your eyes
Scattering pink desires on fervid orange skies
March 28, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand choice N contest by Brian Strand
It’s a problem that I see time and time again,
An issue that’s so rampant throughout lots of schools.
Although some (culprits) victims may be children of your friends,
You should not encourage them to think that they’re cool.
This epidemic is not only in school halls.
It has become an issue out in the world.
The problem has spilled over into public malls
Where there are lots of innocent boys and girls.
Young children should never have to see such a thing.
We can’t continue to let them fight this alone.
Children aren’t aware of the shame that they may bring
To the very parents that provide them a home.
Many of these kids are too young to know better.
So, as adults, we have to step in and show them
That, as a family, if we stand together
Their addiction can ultimately be condemned.
If you’re willing to give them the shirt off your back,
Why not make an investment that’s much more heartfelt?
Let’s help to finally rid the world of crack
And give every kid in America a belt.
I'm going back to basics
Tossing technology out the door
They say life is what you make it
I'm going to make it a natural world
The stars at night will be my candlelight
The open meadow my unmade bed
The Moonbeam will hold my calmest dreams
As I rest my weary head
When the morning peaks I'll have the mountain stream
To provide me with cool drink
And the berries from a nearby tree
Will be what I daily eat
I won't have any more deadlines
To stress my life upon
The only time that I will keep
Will be the season of the Sun
I will move when in the mood
Will be my whole new attitude
And sitting back relaxing
Will be the hardest thing I do
I'll carry on conversations
With the animals of the wild
I'm sure they'll make a lot more sense
Than those, I've left behind
If you think you'd like to join me
There's no need to pack a bag
I guarantee you'll be happy
With the little that you have
The cool morning breeze was delightful
and quite dreamy; tacked against
a recent freshly-painted bench of gray,
I was enjoying my delicious break-fast:
bacon with eggs and steaming hot coffee,
hoping to feel full...
The unhesitant,slender pigeons
quickly came around craving my food:
cooing with relief and a joy so incredible
in their cheerful sounds of noon,
to feed on the scattered bread-crumbs
by the swaying birch tree:
where no one was undesiderable;
where all could gather to share their agony...
I wanted to show them my generosity,
giving them most of my toast,
which never goes to waste;
and as they surroundered me with amicability,
their daring and scary eyes
sparkled with thankfulness
as some staggered on their scrawny feet:
hunger and need were a display
of that unimaginable misery...
I did not see babes following them;
they surely waited in their cosy
and camouflaged nest so unseen
by restless predators and hunters!
One courageous,friendly pigeon
fled to my left with swiftness,
slightly touching the dandelions
covered with sparkling dew;
he asked for more bread
with a convincing coo...
And though my break-fast was humble,
enough to make them fumble;
my only reward was to see them eat,
feed them on those Sunday mornings
and make them my little companions;
but to feel their hunger,so explicit,
I have to trade places indeed...
A veil of lace on summer’s face,
the sky a sketch of shifting grace,
Where light’s bold hand meets cloud’s soft sigh,
a brief dance for the watchful eye.
No full eclipse, no perfect blue,
just moments borrowed, old and new.
The sun may hide, then peek below,
a coy performance, airy flow.
A patchwork quilt on blue’s expanse,
where clement light leads genteel dance,
Beyond blaze peels, a break of day,
midst rainbow’s colors fade away.
A silver fleece, of soft, veiled sheets,
A passing wink of calm caprice.
the world speckled in cool relief,
a breath that’s instant sweet and lief.
Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything.
We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but you can die in the sun - is this really a competition?
Fashionistas and trendsetters are adorning themselves in fluorescent lime green this summer. Making it the must-have statement color for the cool kid's club. The whole aesthetic was inspired by Charli XCX’s lime-green album cover for ‘Brat.’
Now, before you roll your eyes at the state of America, where silly people are bilked by influencers - isn't that what happened in the 60s with ‘flower-power?’ Wasn’t that ‘counterculture’ flagging, where everything from school buses to bikinis were flower adorned, driven by bands like the Beatles and umm.. [fill in the blank]?
So, we tripped (sounded psychedelic) to the mall of Georgia, to shop for unnecessary, lime-green things. Nail polish (which I think eats), beach bags, coverups, Crocs, friendship bracelets (cause we’re 13-year-olds), Cinnabon's - which aren’t technically green but are delicious and the Apple store - because it makes us happy.
I’ve read, or heard it said that “malls are dying.” Not this one, on a weekday mid-morning it was packed. The line for the eighteen-movie-plex looked like Spring Festival (Chinese New Years) at the Beijing airport.
Sadly, it’s time to admit that as 20-year-olds we’ve aged out of the “Clare’s” esthetic. A 12-year-old in line to get her ears pierced, looked at me, while I was looking at friendship bracelets, like I was her grandmother and I felt it - it was real.
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Two songs to go with this:
This Girl's In Love (Live At HMH) by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Riviera Life by Caro Emerald
Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz
I see you
Eyes as soothing and true
A calming voice
Needed amongst the bustling noise
I see you
My life is not through
I cannot move
But you are keeping me cool
I see you
I am scared here
I need the comfort like a stuffed teddy bear
I see you
Earlier today I was a fool
Trying something I was not supposed to do
But you are here not on a break
Tending to those who are starting to wake
First thing one sees
Coming out of the darkness minus the colorful dreams
A bright light
Due to the reality of sight
Triggering an honest feeling to let out a scream
If you know what I mean
Then I see you
And the calming image too
Days later in my hospital bed
Feeling grateful that I am not in the morgue, dead
I watch the Hudson River boats
Knowing this situation was not my fault
Getting ready to go home
To recuperate from these broken bones
I see you
After that serious boo boo
I was alone
And you had that healing tone
I see you
And I am back healthy studying at school
Chocolate cake batter still on my tongue,
I rush outside as soon as I hear the clamor
It’s a hot summer day in the city
Fire hydrant busted, water rushing everywhere
No need for swim suits, its time to cool off
Mama keeps calling, take off your shoes!
The sun is bright, the news has spread
From blocks away, they come
It won’t last forever, everybody knows
Nothing to hear but high pitched squeals,
Arms flailing, heads drenched as we jump
No pools around here, this is it, liquid heaven
All too soon, the sirens are blaring
Kids scatter as laughter abates
Flashing lights call a halt to summer ecstasy
As I climb back up the fire escape
Mama yells, have fun? and the oven promises
Chocolate delights
8/28/17
Move Your Body
Get up, get up and move.
Keep moving to change your mood,
to get your groove and to improve
your muscle strength and muscle tone
and your whole body’s circulation.
Don’t just sit there and watch television,
play video games, chat on the phone,
be on your computer, your cell phone
or let “Alexa” do it all.
Move your body, it will do you good.
Turn the music on and sway with it.
Start slow with your own beat.
If you could do it faster, the better.
If not, stay on your own rhythmic manner.
Stretch your arms and move them.
Shake your legs and move them
and step sideways, forward and backward
and don’t be inept or feel awkward
to grind and move your hips
and try to shake your shoulders and booty.
Do the jerk, the twist, the bump,
or try whatever moves you can.
Slow or fast, it does not matter.
Just keep moving, that’s what matters.
Keep moving your body with the music.
Now, you’re moving and swaying with the music.
You got this!.. keep doing it… Wow! You got it.
Keep on doing it and it becomes a habit.
Cool, you are now exercising for free.
You don’t even have to pay a fee
to be a member of a fancy gym
or buy expensive equipment
to get you moving and motivated.
Stop calling "Alexa” to do simple stuff.
You can do them, just get up
and move to burn those calories,
for burning them is good for your extremities.
Keep moving your body again and again.
When there’s no pain, there’s no gain.
You want to look good, feel good.
Move your body, now!
Brian Strand All Yours (Jan 30) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One When There Is No Inspiration
One of the First Place Judged on 10/8/20