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From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground.
The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds;
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere;
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones, now severe
from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds,
so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier--
mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds,
long gone are the conquers; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos
They say there's a first time for everything
My first time ever feeling the unsettling effects of an earthquake
Albeit, it was ONLY 5.8 on the Richter Scale
It happened during our holiday in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
We were roughly 60 km from the epicentre
But still found it a little unsettling to say the least
The locals didn't even break a sweat
They experience on average 150 of them a year
However there was definitely some rocking 'n rolling going on
At first I thought it was one of those people movers going by
Transporting folks around the resort
Then realized... YIKES!
That was a FREAKING EARTHQUAKE!!!
All's well that ends well
And I'm still alive to tell my tale!
Great place to vacation but you wouldn't wanna live there!
© Jack Ellison 2014
After the Dominican with it's heat and humidity
This is absolute heaven on earth
Temps in the low seventies with bright sunny skies
AND NO HUMIDITY
Humidity's a killer as you all well know
You can be sitting absolute still
Not exerting yourself even the tiniest wee bit
And still the sweat could be running down your face
On men, it's manly
On women, it's against the law
For exhibiting such unladylike tendencies
Women don't sweat... they perspire
Bull crap! They sweat just like us guys
Given the choice, though
I'd rather perspire to death
Than burn to death... no contest
But when you get right down to it
I'd really rather pass away making love to Jennifer Aniston
© Jack Ellison 2014
A transgender child
does not not exist
just because a white man
says that that is so
as two spirited
third genders
and others
(eight in the Talmud! that I didn’t know)
exist around the globe
as in the
hijra of India
fa’afafine of Samoa
burrnesha of Albania
quariwarmi of Peru
guevedoche of Dominican Republic
muxe of Oaxaca
sekrata of Madagascar
fakaleiti of Tonga
lhamana of Zuni
winkte of Lakota
bakla of Philippines
acault of Burma
xanith of Oman
and waria of Indonesia
just to name a few
gender is as binary
as is the world is flat
asserting so otherwise
is simply spewing scat
Finally getting back into the swing of it
Holidaying in the Dominican for a week
Sure did wonders for my psyche
Appreciating what I have a whole lot more
Aside from the absolutely gorgeous
All-inclusive resort we stayed in
Living conditions there were sad to see
But in spite of it all, Dominicans have a lust for life
The smallest thing makes them smile
A great big wide sparkling smile!
Was I impressed? You can bet your sweet bippy I was!
We uptight North Americans could learn a lot from them
About what's REALLY important in life
As long as we have loved ones who care
Everything else just amounts to a row of beans!
© Jack Ellison 2014
i saw the thickening
dark velvet cloud
approaching the place
upon which my little soul
dreams of the nada
that is near to come
below it lay the clear
yellowish ocean that
reflects the burning Sun
upon its cruel waves
that know only how to
slap on the infinite sand
when i looked back
there were men floating
in the air an inch above the ground
their faces were unclear behind
the hood of the red Dominican priest-like
robe that suggests the coming of Hell
i turned the pages of the Scriptures
and found the pacifying truth
of salvation, the serenity that i once longed for,
the assurance of being taken away
from the sharp fangs of the wicked
and the promise of infinite journey
A friend of mine and Me
Accustomed to things done quickly and without time
Because we're retired
We just attended the marriage of convenience
Of another friend of ours
Who married a married woman
From the Dominican Republic
In the chapel of the Monastery of San Juan (Burgos)
Whose husband was left waiting
At the entrance to the Monastery.
The ceremony was officiated
By a city councilor
Applauded by the small audience
Jumping with joy
The Dominican woman's new husband
Upon receiving the three thousand euros
Of the agreed-upon arrangement
Longing to have a honeymoon with her
Even if only for a little while
And she very happy to be able to obtain
Her residency papers on the spot.
From there, my friend and Me
Because the bride and groom didn't invite us to anything
How stingy!
We went for coffee, a croissant
And, perhaps, a quickie
At the Halo Paris Café
Very close to the Monastery.
There, we were served very kindly
By a Moroccan girl, Jalila from Marrakech
Who, without knowing me at all
Addressed me after serving us
Saying hopefully:
-I see you as virtuous and noble
With a good salary to take care of my mother
Who wants to come see me
And get Spanish citizenship.
I'll give you three thousand euros
If you marry her.
To this I replied:
-That sounds good to me
If I marry her at the same time
With you
That way I can have two glories
That your Allah allows there and here.
She replied disappointed:
-Not that. I don't like sharing the churro (prick)
And you enjoying our toast
Which is blood relatives' and tastes like nothing.
Think about it, and tell me
Another time you come back here.
I told her a little before leaving
Touching her breast without realizing it:
-Jalila, when I'm about to die I'll let you know.
Bring me your mother
So you can give me the three thousand euros
And she can show me her nest of Moroccan falcons
Which will do my soul a lot of good.
they told me
in my dream of Venice
last night
when I was sweating
and striving
to see your exclusive
city, from my redundant life
of tedious happenings
and responsibility.
Crowds with nicer
suitcases, women with
beautiful beige clothes
and effortless
beauty are whisked
aboard without a blink
of hesitation.
The river welcomed them
and flowed back
from me.
My bags were heavy,
awkward to carry
and torn from uncompleted
travels.
I wanted to see more
than the limits
of accessibility.
I remember scuba diving
in the Dominican Republic.
The fish still swim for me
in my imagination,
quietly and vividly.
I thought that if I smiled,
the gondolier would consider
not poverty, but my modest
and honest acknowledgement,
and there would be room
for one more little lady.
He might wave away the payment
for charity,
and hold out a hand
to steady my boarding.
There are many
quiet, good women
in your loud and rushing world.
I was merely hungry
for Italian food
in a bloated sphere
of burgeoning vanity.
I just want to see
what makes your city
extraordinarily rich
in history and exclusive love.
Some heavens
are inaccessible
to people like me
and the last boat left
ten minutes before
my rushing arrival
to the next gondolier. .
Save a scoop
of melting gelato for me
to taste in better dreams
tomorrow.
I was always
"a mental traveler."
At least my distant relative
once said so, and I admire
her travels.
A LEGEND BETTER THAN HAKIMI
Back in '94 partying, Gabriel met Christina,
frolicking and they really got personal.
They married though she's 30 years younger
and were happily married for 20 years
despite the fact they weren't peers.
However, Christina eventually decided
that she wanted them divided.
But when she went to her lawyer,
she was shell-shocked at what he told her.
He told her she was already divorced
twenty years ago, the idea was enforced.
And this is because 4 months after their union,
they went to Dominican Republic for a vacation,
Gabriel divorced her there as that's the only country
where one party can file for a divorce in a hurry
with the other party oblivious despite the dowry.
Gab said he did this because he knew one day
she would divorce him without him having a say
and she will try to possess all his money,
hence he came prepared donning his wise armoury.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Narrative/Rhyme/Realism
Copyright ©? April 2023.
Sue and I had lost contact when we left school and the Dominican Convent,
Met up ten years later, admitted both of us foolish, each nodded consent,
Had coffee, agreed to meet often, lived in Cape Town, merely a suburb apart,
Both so involved with our families, loved our homes, the Cape so stylish and smart.
She invited me to her home for a braai with her family this coming Sunday,
The door was open, I went in, is that you Jenn, I’ve got to look good today,
Mother-in-law coming, do come up, but what took you so long coming upstairs,
I met an old man, we chatted a while, what a sweetie, said his name was Zairs
Who, she asked me in disbelief, Zairs, impossible, loved to play musical chairs,
He told me, is it your dad, Sue,you look alike, spoke of you and how he cares,
But you’ve gone pale as if you’ve seen a ghost, why are you so terribly upset,
Jenn, dad died years ago, seems he got lost, confused, but glad you two met.
Contest entry:One in Five 2 Poetry Contest
A Ghost story
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dated; 26th July 2022