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As the dew lies upon the grass
Like silver on the ring
And the fog coats the green pines
After last night's blowing rain
A sun rises below the gray
Bright shining hides the stars
Each plant awaits sun's strong rays
Reaching from somewhere afar
The trumpet vines' orange flowers
Make nectar for birds and bees
A waxy columbine attracts
Come feed on nectar please
All trump blossoms are not so sweet
Some produce smelly stink
But his charisma draws the crowds
A slanted speech in pink
The woody honeysuckle blooms
A rich aromatic scent
Its trumpet flowers draw hummers
Nectar abundant present
Devil's trumpet dark nectar draws
An unusual crowd
Those on moral decline hey come
Lilium formosanum shroud
Foxglove a deadly trumpet plant
Small doses gives heart rebirth
The show has gone on~on
I'd say we got our dollar's worth
The political campaign has been an ongoing show
Hey we got our one dollar campaign contribution's
worth..LOL
Impatiently we stand in line, tickets in our hand
At last we are ushered inside, hoping for seats up front
But people push ahead,...so we wiggle into row two
A tall head sits in front of me...............................................oh well, never mind.
Crowds fill the chairs, and chatter fills the air
Small children held up high for better view, mothers hold small bouquets in their laps
Fathers hold Canons or Kodaks, with extra rolls of film
Opening my program...I look for her name
Her name should stand out like neon....brighter than any other! Oh yes! there it is!
But her name is printed like all the rest.................................oh well, never mind.
With a dimming of the lights, the first chord of music meets our ears
The show begins. We clap politely, and watch patiently
It's not yet her turn.............................................................oh well, never mind
Finally we realize her turn is near! Anticipation is building! We sit straighter in our chairs!
We crane our necks a little higher, camera is ready.....YES! THERE SHE IS!!
OUR SHINING LITTLE STAR!!
Oh dear...she misses a step...................................................oh well, never mind.
Her hair touched with sprinkles, her smile is glowing
A little wrinkle of concentration on her brow, ...
Taking care that she makes each move on cue
She is shining, amazing, and wonderful!!
Doesn't everyone see it? How could they miss it? That she stands out from all the rest??!!
We clap madly...why are the others only clapping politely?
Our camera flashes brightly! Why aren't other cameras flashing too??
Could it be that all these folks....all these other mums and dads,
All these other grams and gramps, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles
Do they see different stars than ours? Perhaps.
Oh well.....never mind. We know those other stars can't possibly, no not possibly
Shine as bright as ours............................................................oh well, never mind.
There's a star in the heavens we'll name, 'Sweet Claire' for you...so don't you ever mind...
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For Linda Marie's contest..."Shining Star"
Charmed by her exotic glance
She enchants a sexy dance
In costumed display of art
Strumming rhythms of joyful heart
Choreographing slow grooves
In graceful, musical moves
As gestures paint passion themes
And song of love stokes their dreams
When desires-enamored spree
Hypnotized in tunes of glee
But look closely, watch her sigh
Hear the bawl of tearless cry
When crowds deceitful extol
Exhibit of anguished soul
As smiles aesthetic hide pain
And feigned visage cries disdain
Cheer for her to turn the page
For she longs to leave this cage
Leave realms inebriated
Of drunk notions, ill-fated
Behind the lines of his cracked face
lies a journey of a struggle
his days of juggling copper
and sleepless nights on concrete floors.
His skin rains
under the orange noon
and as the crowds pass by
his eyes sing a wasted song.
The tattered material
the stench of his body
the turmoil of his emptiness
and the remaining days that follow.
He drowns his sorrows
in an immaculate sea
as he floats nearby the crystal sand
with his catatonic expression.
The dark butterfly has flown away
and the crowds pass by without notice
they can finally smell the lotus air
since the beautiful stench has gone.
Form:
Camping is always an adventure you don’t know what will happen day to day
but as a microcosm of life we wouldn’t want it any other way.
Yesterday followed that pattern…as once again we felt blessed
To have a day filled with adventures that were different from the rest.
Days gives us a chance to learn if we’re willing to listen to what they teach
We learned the Atlantic ocean’s roar is loud on a morning walk along the beach.
We learned despite the roar there is a beautiful silence far from the usual crowds
We learned a sunrise can be beautiful even when she hides behind the clouds.
We learned pelicans flying overhead put on their own unique air show
We learned walking on a shell filled beach sounds like walking in the snow…
We learned walking up 219 steps to the top of a lighthouse
makes you winded…and takes some time
But once you make it to the top…it’s worth every stair you climb.
We learned that time when on vacation happily seems to move slow
We learned eating seafood at a local restaurant is the only way to go.
We learned eating donuts for breakfast is a diet every now and then we’d like to try
And any day that starts with donuts…is great to end with a slice of pie.
We learned how, as we talk to people…once we stop and learn their name
to our astonishment and surprise…most of us are the same.
For after we meet new people and exchange the everyday niceties
The conversation quickly turns to our adventures, our friends and families
And when we bed down for night…we’re blessed with a feeling we can’t ignore
That today was the best day we’ve ever had…
Even a little better than the day before.
Yes, life is an ever-changing adventure…
Is something we always think about when it comes to the end of the day
And as we close our eyes and fall asleep
we wouldn’t want it any other way.
I thought I had forgotten
the end of summertime,
I thought I stopped remembering
that last night you were mine.
Moments side by side
before fresh petals dried.
But like an autumn sun in skies of blue,
Low I sink in you.
Recalling our slow dance
far from crowds and friends,
My fleeting light through leaves,
through thoughts and quiet love
in cobbled narrow streets.
To first October rain
pit-pattering in streams
Flowing,slowly falling
like early threaded dreams.
Swaying,gently playing
sad fluting melodies.
But like an autumn sun in skies of blue,
Low I sink in you.
Suddenly I think,I think of you.
Upon your tired shoulders
I set my orange hue.
As his car entered the station he made his way up to the street
An important meeting was this occasion with some of the elite
Crowds bustled up on the street everybody heading somewhere
There was one man who was incomplete just laying over there
Not one second did he hesitate as he walked towards his way
This was one of his traits from principles that would not sway
Some did stop to stare in usually putting a smile on their face
They didn't really care for none of them had this man's grace
As he got up on his feet and began walking towards the square
Thank you the one would repeat and looking such the odd pair
And right through the square they walked up to the next block
That big meeting was to be there as on the door he would knock
Together the two went inside as later the two would emerge
Like a smile that he's trying to hide as all of your insides urge
As on the train they both went to the place he had spoke about
Each really like an angel sent in fighting this epic homeless bout
Have you ever imagined the feeling
Of soaring above the clouds
Only the breeze between you and the earth
Away from the bustling crowds
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast
That keeps your airship afloat
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude
As you sail your celestial boat
Imagine the absolute total serenity
As you take in the breathtaking view
Corn fields that go on forever and ever
Mountains that reach for the blue
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Above the clouds you soar
A feeling of contentment and inner peace
Emanates from your every pore
© Jack Ellison 29014
Ars Longa
It finally happened!
Someone in the East Wing
Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant
a la de Kooning.
A blond with Vogue patterns
is crouched on the hall--
She's eyeing a Van Gogh
eyeing her from the wall.
We judge from the blushes
of blue-rinsed ladies in fur
Rude comments were made
on the audio tour.
The guards commandeer
Donatellos for targets
and are cleaning their pistols
with snips of Vermeer.
The staff in the Art Shoppe
is selling originals
and hanging the copies
in Gallery Five.
They're burning the Monets
they've tattooed Apollo,
crowds clamor outside
to get in on the fun.
Cars circle the gallery
in infinite coils--
curbside parturitions
here a boy there a girl.
Which train will come, I’ll try to guess
But that won’t really help my stress.
It’s building up as crowds surround
Creating quite the urban mess.
The tourists all must think we’re nuts
To cram on platforms where such gluts
Of humans stream without an end
To pack so tight we’re touching butts.
Announcements say the train is near.
We crane our necks; no lights appear.
Then suddenly the rumble sounds
Of braking by the engineer.
The subway’s stuffy, cramped and late.
It does its best to aggravate
But all that we can do is wait
And that is what we do; we wait.
(apologies to Robert Frost)