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A custom stove was needed for the camp were the show would
be performed. They stacked straw inside six erected fpour by fours
and used chicken wire to hold them in place. A canvas was used
to create a make shift roof the walls were longer on the front and backsides.
shorter in the middle. Two by fours created structure for the canvas
which was laid and stapled a pipe went up and suddenly we had
heat. Breakfeast and Lunch were smokey delicious. When the ladies came
we readjusted our conversations to be both kind and friendly.
Soup poetry ius Poetry Soup backwards
not spelled backwards but backwards
were you to spell it backwards it would
be: Puos Yrtoep. That say's nothing.
Nothing she responded: Nothing he said
as some watched them take nothing
and talk about a whole lotta something.
It was subtitled under "Awesome Things."
We found that the conversation came
about when someone was interested in
creating a large sign that would be attached
to his lorry doing the "Harvest Day Parade".
The grasses of the field
to feed the cattle as they say.
Quite a week for
Parade Lovers
the muses of folk who admire
comedy too will be quenched with
the addition of "THe Clowns Of Wok-Shire"
the muses mind you as they are humorous!
And to the "Drabs of Murphy" who shall
perform "Poetry and Song": lounge Musik
a style unapproached. As you were my Darlings
we have alot of work to do! They applauded her
as she left the building. Reappearing the
"assignment sheet is on the board!" Love to you all!
In the depth of darkness opaque and dense,
ground doesn’t hear the footfall of silence.
Burning sets of piercing eyes hover and stare
at the static secrets of the still mystique air.
In the stillness profound and intense,
twilight of the dying day fades in distance.
The animals of the night prowl and stalk
the haunted before they can hide in the dark.
In the wilds the nightriders move and face
the animals in them in the darkest of space,
turn into predators deadly and noxious,
creating the sinister creatures of menace.
Beneath the sheath of silence arcane and deep,
sordid spirits of the evil shadows creep.
Floating on unwary nascent night at its brink,
dip into the still sea of its soul to drink.
In the niche of squalid mind dark and evil,
the nightriders morph into daunting devils.
Animals of the dark carry the ominous desire,
seek space in seamless darkness to conspire.
Written : September 14, 2017.
February 11, 2020
Contest : Strand Select K, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
In an imaginary world where believe is everything,
there existed a dress of a magic perception,
for any occasion or who you meet it changes to its occasion.
Like the individual feeling you sense in that circumstance,
giving the eye of the beholder a dress of perceptive romance.
The dress always in perfect fit and accessories included,
the soul knows that she is perfect and the dress has to reveal it.
But as the soul matures only by experience,
the dress struggles with making perfect decisions.
The compromised dress in the wrong place,
and with whom not at the right time in sensitive space.
Tensions touching the weakest button,
the swilling chest of motions gets the boat rocking.
The top button jumps into the reflected image,
splitte personality without knowledge.
One cannot blame others, they acting like a mirror,
making the perfected image more queerer.
Every smile you get is usually a compliment,
creating reflections in multitude consent.
Every soul in its multiple reflection dress,
many mirror souls making beauty timeless.
Two parakeets, perched on a tree,
Their vibrant feathers dance free.
With beaks chirping, they seem to be
Engrossed in a conversation, just as you foresee
Intrigued, I pause and retry
to decipher their words in the sky.
Their melodious chatter is a symphony,
Whispered secrets of nature's decree.
On those branches, they sit so close.
Their bond is such a blossoming rose.
Their feathers shimmer with a colorful glow.
As they share stories only they know.
I wonder, what topics do they discuss?
Do they talk of love or planets they've crossed?
Perhaps they share tales of faraway lands.
Or debate the mysteries of life's demands.
Maybe they ponder the meaning of dreams.
Or discuss the moon and its silvery beams.
They could be planning their next grand flight.
Or discussing the stars that shine so bright.
They could be talking of the changing seasons,
Or sharing wisdom beyond human reasons.
Their words are a secret, known only to them.
A language of friendship is an exclusive gem.
As I listen, their voices intertwine.
Creating a melody that's truly divine
Their vibrant vitality fills the air.
A harmony only they can share.
Their conversation, a dance of words,
A symphony that's never been heard.
They perch on the tree, edge by side.
Their bond is impossible to hide.
Their vibrant feathers are a sight to behold.
A kaleidoscope of colors, stories untold
I watch, mesmerized by their graceful display.
Enchanted by the words they convey.
Their chattering beaks, a rhythmic beat,
Such a poetic song, so sweet.
1st place contest winner
Need another hit of my poetic fix
Eyes red bleeding from reading
I am a little better or worse
Than a drug addicted person
Could be me but I like pipe dreams
Poetry streaming
Kisses are from the ceiling fan
Blowing on typing hands
Could this be my red romance
Fact or fiction driven by diction
In my mind I am on an tropical island
Smiling wild and fuschia free in blue breeze
Could this be unhealthy this retreat
From the ruby reality
Of taxes life lows and highs
Meditation is going pretty good
Except for the music in my head
I hear it always despite no radio
Or streaming not on the pc
Then it comes to me
Another poem or song or story
Giving me purpose and esteem
Am I pompous for needing
The black bird of a word
To set my caramel spirit free
I say that I am addicted
More like afflicted by creating
And if you are my tribe
That is a positive thing
The older we get the more our family spreads out…that’s the way it’s supposed to be
for that is the nature of family…its intention…its destiny.
Time and space make it more difficult…we need to compare schedules…we need to plan…
Which is why we learn to cherish moments…and grab them when we can.
So when our daughter called and asked if we wanted to pick peaches…
We did not hesitate….
“Tell us where to meet!” we said. “Give us the time and date.”
And so there we were part of our family…the part that was here any way
out in an orchard pickin’ peaches…on a beautiful warm Spring day.
Peaches grow in little clusters…kind of like little families hanging on the tree.
Each peach is an individual with its own fate…its own destiny.
This one will be picked by a young girl…who can only reach so high
This one will end up on someone’ s cereal…this one in a cobbler or a pie.
I hadn’t thought much about it, but there in the orchard it occurred to me
just how much our family, any family, is like peaches on a tree…
We start out in little clusters…close together on one tree
and we each pick different paths leading to different destinies…
But unlike peaches families are blessed…this much I have learned
for once we leave the family tree…we have the ability to return.
For that is also a family’s destiny…perhaps its greatest…grandest design
to keep returning, creating moments, for our lives to intertwine…
And a question popped into my head…quickly floating in on the breeze
as we met up to say goodbye after pickin’ peaches off the trees…
I wonder:
Does a family thrive in times like these coming together to share a moment…or two?
The answer came to me as quickly…
I’ll bet my peach pickin’ heart they do!
With every new day, love finds a way
Molding it from the beginning like a colorful bouquet
Both of us willing to do the work that builds a pathway
To that special place where love lives on display
Giving it to God when we bow our heads to pray
Taking on presence in our lives like foreplay
Building a foundation made of gold
One that will support us as we grab a hold
Of what warms us inside and keeps us from the cold
Always willing to take the time
To live true love that we design
Making sure we have seen the right signs
Building trust in each other that helps us unwind
What goes on living in our minds
Realizing love is far from a perfect rhyme
It takes dedication and commitment to keep it in time
With every new day, love finds its way
Like a beautiful sunset across the bay
Having no regrets from our yesterdays
It's far from a picnic in full play
Creating forever love that is here to stay
Dancing through life like a perfect ballet
In the distance, I see a path untaken,
A road ahead, filled with dreams yet unshaken.
Beyond the horizon, where the sun does arise,
Lies a journey unknown, waiting for my guise.
The road ahead, full of mystery and delight,
Beckoning me forward, under the starry night.
Through lush meadows and towering trees,
I'll traverse, embracing the whispers of the breeze.
On this road, there's no map, no preordained plan,
Just the freedom to wander, to unfold like a fan.
With each step, I'll uncover treasures untold,
Discovering the secrets that this road does hold.
Sometimes the path may seem steep and weary,
But I'll tread on, my strength I'll not bury.
For within me lies a fire, a spirit unbroken,
That seeks adventure, even when words remain unspoken.
The road ahead may be laced with uncertainty and fear,
Yet I'll walk through, shedding my doubts, my tears.
For the mountains I'll climb, the valleys I'll cross,
Will forge my character, no matter the cost.
And as I walk this road, I'll meet kindred souls,
Fellow travelers, seeking their own life's roles.
Together we'll share stories, laughter, and cheer,
Creating a bond that will forever persevere.
So, I'll embrace the road ahead, with open arms,
Bathing in its splendor, succumbing to its charms.
For this road is a symbol, a guiding light,
That reminds me to live, to never give up the fight.
With courage as my companion, hope as my guide,
I'll continue down this road, side by side.
The journey awaits, its wonders yet to unfold,
On the road ahead, where life's stories are told.
page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
(arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically
near
dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott
and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride
although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and
clear.
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!
While seeking for perfection
We failed to take to correction
Leaving some in isolation
With others in jubilation
What an imperfection
While seeking holiness
We let go of initial togetherness
We got divided
Swimming in the pool of hatred
Giving ourselves unnecessary division
And separation
What an imperfection
In order to multiply and be fruitful
Most of us became unfaithful
Allowing the Alpha to see us all as fools
For the sake of beauty
Without pity
For the creator of natural beauty
We went after artificial beauty
That made our face sticky
Now beauty is tricky
And some still looking ugly
While seeking beauty
With all of their passion
Hmmm…what an imperfection
With our different ideologies
We entered the world of technology
Creating every nice thing to nourish our body
But here we are… Unsatisfied
Always on the run for the latest
Including latex
What an imperfection
Above all…we are left with no choice
But to deal and cope
With The Imperfect Human Society.
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