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Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend.
It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez.
It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and 72°f -
but it’s still the beach. I’m a neophyte beach bum,
but I’m willing and eager to learn.
I’m valuable even if I’m not being productive [I self-affirm].
something poetic-ish..
The sun’s a drowsy tyrant, not yet willing to unforgivingly scorch.
The beach is like glistening sugar, the sand still cool enough to walk, rogue west winds occasionally whip it to an ankle stinging sandpaper.
Majestic umbrella pines are dancing the hula. The shrub-like understory is dominated by drought-tolerant lavenders and rosemary that dense the air with perfume which complements the mediterranean brine.
There’s laughter, off somewhere, like wind-chimes playing clear, just above the ever-roiling sound of the surf. Birds are everywhere, gulls walk around like they’re bored, cory float on air, like kites and petrels skim against the wind, centimeters above choppy waves.
The beach isn’t crowded - French kids are still in school - but a few hardy, oiled, bronzed and sculpted bodies are sprawled on the pristine sand, like offerings to the god of leisure.
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Our hotel has its own private cove, with adirondack wooden lounges under yellow parasols. Pastel blue-vested wait-staffers circle, on the quarter-hour, eager to please.
“Deux (two) American Martinis, S'il te plaît! (please),” I ask, expectantly.
It’s a nude beach, but Peter got an alarmed look when I joked I might go topless. “Annick (my older sister) always goes topless,” I informed him.
“I’d like to see that,” he’d said, and when I gave him a raised eyebrow, he amended, “That came out wrong.”
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songs for this..
Summer of Our Love by Triangle Sun
That life by Unknown Mortal Orchestra
The kiss of Venus by Dominic Fike, Paul McCartney
Although you thought it loud to me
How unwanted I would always be
After you swept me off my feet
To only toss me to the streets
Although you cursed my truthful care
And rare faith that’s unfound here
And upon bruised my love so true
Real love that chose to care for you
You took away my smiling face
With it you took my best grimace
And was seized my laughter too
Along with it my feelings true
My heart is stressed from cursing thee
It pounds; it beats as it grows weak
My whole being hates your memories
Irony; craves your company
An outcast lost in your own heart
I weep, I wail in woman’s land
And thus has none to console me
In all this pain, that’s all but sweet
Although your eyes still comfort me
Lost in your gaze, I find relief –
Although your smile still consoles me
Rejection wakes my unbelief
When in your face I find kindness
Warmth and embrace of loveliness
Just then withdrawn, your heart and care
You seek not I, you seek one else
An empty box, a hungry hole
Has swallowed all to remain so
I despise you so much my dear
But would give all to have you near
Aggrandized hurt, and agony
Can one feel so, and keep “to breathe”?
Each time the thought, “not having thee”
Nearby enough, so I’d be free
Thief of always, beautiful curse
You make me soar, then make me fall
Eternal dream I wield awake
All yours to give, more so to take.
Dominic Amezimi
19/08/2013
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12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Gavin, help me.
Your innocence is coveted now, you see.
I’ve fallen for this girl.
She’s got hearts in a wild twirl.
Noah, help me.
This courage runs away through the trees.
I’ve fallen for this girl;
Now she’s the only valuable pearl.
Jacob, help me.
Could use your shoulder to lean.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
While searching for her like a URL.
Jefferson, help me.
Still need the knowledge to an extended degree.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
But she makes it so hard to uncurl.
Matthew, help me.
When do we act? What’s the key?
I’ve fallen for this girl.
Right timing isn’t something you can feel.
Lily, help me.
You and your insights know how this works.
I’ve fallen for this girl.
Oughta give this a whirl.
Dominic, help me.
Care to offer a little wisdom to thee?
I’ve fallen for this girl,
Now it’s hard to see her as someone real.
Gia, help me.
Your lightheartedness is like the calming sea.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
And she might just cause a furl.
Jace, help me.
Acceptance is required to escape the scree.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
But the need to be grounded lies at the heel.
Christian, help me.
You could always create a perfect concord.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
Her loveliness could turn almost anyone into a squirrel.
Guiliano, help me.
How does one become worthy of wonderful Capri?
I’ve fallen for this girl,
And holiness is the thing to win her laurel.
Cole, help me.
This passion didn’t have you pay a rupee.
I’ve fallen for this girl.
Just need a little zeal.
Tyler, help me.
Now there’s panicking.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
But your grit can help get through it all.
Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
it warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
It signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors,
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic
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Kofi Amed & Dominic Amozimi
Tonal shaded selfies behind open mural walls
We were but performers in art galleried halls
Between submissive embrace and crazy calls.
We danced our way into realms of falling roses.
On sullen floors of marble and polished wood
Drenched In ambivert scents of wild orchids
Hands eloped in laughter under a yellow moon
Where smiles were unending and unrestrained
Cocooned in the warmth of your soft embrace
Amid gazes that stir our souls like boiling soup
So hot, it burns and by us tastes all beautiful
And has chained us from our souls to our visibles
Two were burnt. One product; love most enviable
One spark of fire had burnt up two people
And burnt them up like Moses’ burning bush.
No sword could hurt us when we’re nested in embrace
Nor could the swordsman sever us that have been chained
Between our arms we hold each other’s safest place.
The years wears on under star canvassed skies
And slowly I fade into you and you into me
For our love is like fine wine It only gets better and better with time !
Form:
Dominic Venetucci - 1911-2004
Outside, snow gently fell upon the barren punkin patch.
Where happy children once romped was now a forlorn thatch.
Inside the aged' couple reminisced about happier times and shed a tear.
Alas, drought dashed their plans, there'd be no punkins for the kids this year.
The Punkin Man hosted school kids at his ranch nigh on fifty years,
Giving away tons of punkins to his very special dears.
'Twas a tradition that endeared him to families in the Fountain Valley.
Sadly, the beloved Punkin Man, to his regret, brought it to a finale.
As kids searched for "that special punkin" he took so much delight,
Watching a little one struggle to tote the one that was "just right!"
This modest man quietly taught a moral he hoped the kids would learn:
"It is good to give, you'll get so much more in return!"
Though the generous punkin give-aways will be a part of his legacy,
He sacrificed and gave in many ways during his life's odyessy.
Early in life he cared for his ailing parents, giving up a dream,
Foregoing a promising career with a major league baseball team.
We'll miss the Punkin Man, his John Deeres and legendary smile.
His love for neighbors made our lives in the valley much more worthwhile!
Surely God and His hosts gave him a welcome so very fervent,
Proclaiming, " Well done, Punkin Man, My good and faithful servant!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
This is the true story of Mr. Venetucci and his wife Bambi (who survives as of this writing
and is blind). In order to take care of his aging parents, he and Bambi didn't marry until they
were in their seventies. He was once featured on the CBS show Travels With Charles
Kuralt. In his will he donated land to construct a Catholic Church which was dedicated in
March 2010.
(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)
You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.
Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days at school?
I saw your show on stage -
those school plays, musicals, but mainly ballet.
Such standards, almost worthy of a jubilee.
And here you are on our TV.
A performance, Dominic, seen by our Queen,
and millions, oh millions, of viewers.
You're at that Platinum Jubilee,
a concert full of marching men,
a march that is a parade,
a parade that is a ballet -
performing people, of course.
Would you wish to know me, Dominic,
now you're in your very posh world?
(June 2022)
(You may wish to see also "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2003)
On Memorial of St. Dominic
We remember that man who sought to teach the truth in service to Father Christ
The Master Teacher
Every age has its errors
As Dominic encountered with Albigensian heresy over 800 years ago
In our time
We are likewise called to proclaim the truth both clarity
Charity
No matter our state in life Eternal God calls us to serve within our own unique capacities
Circumstances
Talents
The closer we grow to the Lord
The more dispenses the grace to persevere in holiness
Just as Saint Dominic followed Eternal God piously to lead the wayward to repentance
So
Too
Should we look inwardly and then outwardly to embrace the Gospel
Heavenly Eternal Father
Our world is full of confusion
Dissent from the truth
As we seek to live Your holy will
May we look the example of Saint Dominic
Who only spoke to You
About You
We pray this in Father Christ’ holy Name
Justin McClain, O.P.
Turned to Poetry: Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Poetry Form: Free Verse/Narrative
Date turned to Poetry: 8032024
Time turned to Poetry: 9:18pm