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A VINE IN WINTER
Cut back and trimmed to grow back in Spring
But soon there will be all those signs of growth
Rows of vines up the hillside that started thinner
Next year’s grape harvest may even be a winner
I planted them all by hand, a tribute to us both
And when it comes the time to pick, you’ll sing
Then, at least that voice I will surely remember
We were both working and growing ever closer
Each in our own way, happy that we had begun
Working the grapevines in the late morning sun
She became much more to me than an amorosa
Sharing this Pacific vista, here, in Baja California
For me, this startup vineyard was my inheritance
For her, it was a first real job after leaving school
Yet now as winter ends, I find myself alone again
This weather is uncertain, with just a hint of rain
But at least the grapes do enjoy the morning cool
And soon, a bountiful new crop as a deliverance
As a business, we look forward to be doing well
We were complimented in recent articles online
That she left for another opportunity is a waste
Our first kiss was a hint of that sweet rose taste
How I feel for her is as the last grape on the vine
My private name for her will always be Zinfandel
Two weeks since I began
back on the first of Jan,
my aim, better diet, lose weight,
one more birthday passed
hopefully not my last
so I'm changing before it is too late.
My input of dairy
was really quite scary,
demolishing cheese by the wedge,
my waist getting wider
from real ales and cider,
so time to cut back, eat more veg.
Eating more carbohydrates
cutting back on the phosphates,
ramp up vitamins B6 and B12,
If they've got Niacin and Thiamin
you can bet that I'll buy 'em in,
supplements slowly filling the shelves.
Pantry looks like a garden
as my resolve hardens,
more greens than I've eaten before,
Spinach, Broccoli, Legumes
are now taking up room
from the top shelf right down to the floor.
I'm into week three
for a healthy new me,
there's a few more tweaks I haven't done,
But I think, honestly
I prefer the old me-
this one isn't having much fun.
You can do this, just cut back your intake, it is not difficult at all
Says the socialist government, most of whom are as wide as they are tall.
If you put your heating thermometer back to forty-six degrees
You will see that paying that bill will be almost a breeze.
Wearing three sets of flannels and four pair of socks on your toes
Will help you survive this deficit, as most of our own elders know.
As for eating, you just need to drink eighty-three bottles of water a day.
You will be so full, your tummy will not need any food, in the U.K.
Pension credits could not continue; we needed our raises this year.
We will be eating elaborate feasts and giving you a toast and a cheer.
We can send you the brochure we paid eighty thousand to make.
Telling you to be more of a giver and stop wanting to be on the take.
*Image of Accountability.
It's More Than "A" Habit
In an early eve, an errant truck parks neath the glow of a neon light that reads 'OPEN'.
A hefty man in his truck blows out a steady stream of cigarette smoke,
it drifts in puffed breaths that linger, while a family waits for an early eve of a mouth-watering meal indoors.
He opens the truck door and ere exiting he mutters,
"You know,
(as a crushed cigarette butt, douses in a truck ashtray),
that I had always planned to cut back."
While a truck door closes, a large man postures and takes a deep breath,
inhaling the crisp fresh evening air then exhaling it all-out, all the while he tugs at his already tight belt.
He pulls out another cigarette, lighting it while a family exits a truck door, and gathers in front of a smoking man, tugging at his pants.
Another interrupts saying, "Planning to cut back at what?"
"I ...,
(inhales then puffs out the smoke),
planned to cut back ...,
(inhales puffing smoke out again),
my habit of ...
too much ...
eating!"
A man nears a restaurant door,
tugging and puffing
away.
2022 March 01: Revised Date
2020 January 10: Original Date
*Originally written 'Not For Contest' Free Verse poem, titled, 'Habits'.
There Once Was A Man ...
There once was a man, oh so brave
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, him being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves ...
and not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wifes, called them slaves
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Caus his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’
I know a deadbeat system when I see one
Charging 25 cent in a public bathroom for napkins
When it should be free
Sharing a public bathroom with men and women
When the bathroom should be separated
A shelter with men and women in there
When they should have different facilities for different genders
Cash assistance only for females who have kids
When cash assistance should also be for single and married individuals too
Funding for minorities to go to college they put a stop to that
So now a minorities is left without a sit for school because they cut the funding
Instead of housing the poor
They got them staying with there family and friends
The land of the rich
Stoping acting like you can't afford it
Stop lying to the people
It's time to face the music
It's okay to be consider the land of the broke
in till the money shows back up
That cut back it hurt millions
It left alot of individuals
Unemployment
Homeless
Poverty
The system trying to replaces money that noone knows where it went too
I know a deadbeat system when I see one
Where is the new streets
Where is the new side walks
Ain't this what are American tax's dollars pay for
Where is the money going too
No one seems to know until someone trips
and falls from the crack in the sidewalk
No one seems to know until someone's car
gets a flat tire from a pothole in the streets
No one seems to know
Until a street light that was suppose to turn red for a car to stop
ends up
crashing into five other idividuals all because that street light didnt work
Suffering
Pain
Agony
How long do we the people have to live like this
Hopefully one day the deadbeat system will get it together
No more drugs
No more disease
No more hunger
Stop leaving the people a stray
Start making a change
Starting today
By; Shaniki Smith
Date: 06-15-2016
The man I love
doesn't know my name
Conned
What does that mean
It means illusion and dillussion
It means lies that live like a vine on a tree
swirling around the trunk
Fingering the branches
Basking in the life force of the beautiful tree
The vine
It grows telling the tree they are lovers
Entwining slowly and ever gently
It grows
The tree enjoys the company
Thinking
This is my friend my partner
Let us join together
Let us grow together
Let us take up more room
We will be more ...more leaves
We can take in more light together!!!
Till the tree starts to choke
Just a little at first
then more and more each day there is less oxygen
Until it's lower branches start to fade
It's Leaves are less green
It starts to choke more
And it turns to its so beloved friend
and says
I feel unwell
But vine says
Oh you are so beautiful
So tall and gifted
Look what poetic leaves you make
Tree blushes and let's the vine hug it tighter
And tree feels loved
It says to itself I am needed
I am essential
Look how vine loves me
look it hugs me holds me
We are a true pair!!!
But tomorrow comes and tree can't breath
Tree says to vine I know you love me but can you
gently loosen your hug
because I am not able to breath
Vine says
You are my life
You are my love
Don't you love me?
Am I not loving and holding and embracing you
just as you needed?
I am everything you said you wanted
Tree can't argue but with every day grows weaker
Unable to breath and no longer with enough oxygen
It starts to fade
Vine says
Hey buddy look how full we are
Man I feel great my leaves are super green
I am reaching the sky with your help
Look at me at the top of the world
But tree is too weak to argue
It whispers
Vine I love you
Vine says
Oh man isn't this an incredible view
and stretching further to the sun fails to notice
that tree
No longer answering
Vine thrives and thrives and forgets to talk to tree
Tree turns brown
Vine notices tree is less attractive
thinks it's age
Vine feels vibrant and attractive and giant and unstoppable
Vine thinks it has moved beyond tree
Look at me know it thinks as it reaches for bigger trees
Near by
But then suddenly tree is cut down for fire wood
and vine is cut back and cut down as well
Crying out
Why why why
as it is hauled away
I remember Grandpa Bobby always had to have his Pepsi.
Twelve pack upon twelve pack.
He somehow manages to drink them all.
He needed to cut back,
But I'm the same with Coca-cola.
Then again I don't drink as much.
Here he goes hitting his head again.
Grandpa Bobby loved to smoke cigarettes.
Forgetting both his daughter and granddaughters can't stand smoke.
Pack after pack he smokes away.
But the way he'd smile with a cigarette in his mouth,
I guess we just couldn't tell him to stop.
Now his heart is acting up.
Grandpa Bobby is a stubborn man.
He'll disconnect himself from his family and his daughter has to go find him.
She'll scold him until he agrees to not do it again.
It's funny seeing a parent get scolded by their child.
Just go and drink your Pepsi and smoke your cigarettes,
Grandpa Bobby has been sick since early in his life.
Look at that, his daughter found his biological family.
He finally gets to be reunited with them.
It's time for a celebratory Pepsi and cigarette.
You just want a drink and a smoke Grandpa!
That same silly smile.
Fine, go ahead.
A grateful smile.
One day a police officer came by.
It has been confirmed that you had died.
Grandpa Bobby you just found your mom and siblings.
Your daughter's heart can barely take it.
We all knew you wouldn't have a long life,
But that doesn't mean anyone was ready.
Now that you're gone guess who has to clean up your stuff.
Your poor daughter doesn't even like Pepsi,
Nor does she smoke cigarettes.
But what has been left behind needs to be cleaned up.
You really do know how to break a woman's, heart.
That's why you were so loved.
But, honestly, what are we going to do with all this
Pepsi and cigarettes?
Many years ago, before realizing the power and value of pruning,
I watched in utter dismay as my neighbor cut back the limbs on
his front yard trees. I thought to myself, "Surely, they will die".
Fast forward a few decades. My bride pruned the rose bushes, and
I cut back the Crape Myrtles. I started in January, and we are
almost done with the pruning.
As frequently is the case, natural pruning has left me with a question.
Who shall prune and cut back on me in 2023? That is the question. Shall
I not yield to the saw and cutters as did the rose bushes and trees?
Nature's beauties never once resisted, nor did they insist that I cease
because I was taking something away or hurting them. I rather think that
they longed for my loving attention and care, as they and I anticipated
the beauty of new life bursting through their veins this coming Spring.
May The Lord extend his Grace to us as we are pruned by Him.
020923PS
May hosting to pour
the tea out
as your Father pours into you
His love Heart- Fellowship
Tea with our Father
may you be the hosting to pour the tea out
as your Father pours into you and for the teapot
to be left on the table in HIS favor
with Elohim facing you who poured into you
may you dedicate your vessel and in feeling
until the Lord our God the prosper manner to drink tea
is to raise the teacup representing yourself
leaving your vessel on the table
at the place to cut back on the saucer
between our Father's He shares with you
life a Kiss of Life and Love with HIS lips
....... fellowship
9/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023