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I'd love to visit Munchkin land
to meet the wizard of Oz.
Its somewhere over the rainbow
so I hope I don't get lost.
Just to walk along with Dorothy
along the yellow brick road.
Meet the lion and the tin man
team up with the brainless scarecrow.
Instead of dreaming about Alice
I love to meet her in wonderland.
With Tweedledee and Tweedledum
white rabbit,talking flowers,such fun.
In the company of the Cheshire Cat
march hare mad hatter all three.
I've heard they have great party's
even though they only drink tea.
Maybe I could visit sleeping beauty
that would be my wish.
For just one day I'd be her prince.
and wake her with a kiss.
To rouse her from her dreams
and drive away her tears.
Nothing in life would deter me
I would wait a hundred years.
Seek out the lovely snow white
join the seven dwarfs by her side.
She is the fairest in all the land
I know it's true,for mirrors never lie.
I would tell the wicked queen
to be happy with her lot.
Accept snow white is more beautiful
before things for her get to hot.
Yes I'd love to visit fairy land
and leave this world of hate.
To a land full of innocence and dreamers
now wouldn't that be great.
it's October
the air around her is cool
like her thoughts these days
she looks at the branches, twisted
much like her mind
they are reaching upward
but she is grounded
forever in time
she heard the clatter of branches
smacking against walls
and the crash of metal
screeching brakes
screams of pain
and then nothing
but silence falls
she runs to the window
sees the audience
stare at her
then through her
riches to rags
gold to nothing
her fame is gone
the trees below are turning
from gold to red
the leaves tossed about
in a slight wind
they spin
so graceful as in dance
a slow spiral down
and she longs to join in
she reaches towards them
tastes the cool air
as she falls down
grounded with the leaves
the pavement turns red
as silence falls
in October's air
The suicide of Dorothy Hale
October 21, 1938
(painting by Frida Kahlo)
My shoes have been all around today
Let me call them Dorothy since I live in Kansas.
Dorothy has been sitting on the porch
While I wrote poetry
Just inches from where the raccoon mafia
Left the dead cat last night
Dorothy has walked the yard
As I fed the birds, which really means the squirrels
As their wily ways sneak most of the birdseed out
Before the cardinals and blue jay can get them.
Dorothy has been in and out of the art studio with me.
We have walked on glitter, paints, and sloppy brushes.
Dorothy has been in the car,
Where a multitude of germs have been deposited.
She is not afraid, for she knows nothing of pandemics or viruses.
Dorothy has been in and out of my bathroom, the kitchen,
The bedroom. She has been kicked into dark corners.
Dorothy has had her regular prissy-free day.
I have opinionated friends.
Bonita will not wear a mask unless it is Halloween.
It violates her constitutional rights.
What about other people’s rights? I ask her.
She scoffs.
I have opinionated friends.
Shirley says all news that goes against her president is fake news.
Her president is her new god.
She has never been more fervent.
What if it is all a bit of real? I ask her.
She laughs.
I have opinionated friends.
Rita will not go outside because she is afraid of the Democrats.
Elise will not venture out because she is afraid of the Republicans.
What if they are just people too? I ask.
They both smirk and make fun of me
Behind my back.
I have opinionated friends.
Dorothy hates the liberals.
They are all the same.
They have the same mind set.
The same brain.
I like Dorothy, so I do not tell her I am a liberal.
I have opinionated friends.
Linda will not vote for a woman.
Ever.
For any office.
Women are dumb.
Says a lot about Linda.
I have opinionated friends.
I love them all.
Get along well with them too,
Keeping my opinions close to the vest.
So we can all get along and retain our friendship.
It reach its peek her cheeks turned pink like a sunshine blooming over clouds making its entrance to be beautified by the land
She looked at him as if he was hers
A shelf was dug out from her heart withdrawals of his name as she only saw one man that was him indeed
Independently cast out to stare him as he walked in distance
The way her eyes would sink in to his presence it’s like he was the Grim Reaper as he snatched her soul and heart right through her body
He is a saint a God to Dorothy’s life
They are not married but one is involved
Although that feeling is forbidden
There is not even a joy trolling to see their united happiness
I could never tell when Dorothy is sad or happy it always confused me all the time when I walk pass her house seeing her staring at the figment of the sunset
The same direction that he would normally pop up like a canoe sailing in a heavy thunderstorms penetrating the ocean
You could see her impatient aura as she impose any beings existence
She only waits and she only seek to see hers truly although she sometimes wonder if there is any other woman in his head as much as she thinks about him
She did think of breaking the wall in inviting his feeling also...
Finally he eventually popped up although he was running behind Dorothy’s mental schedule
He slowly waved at Dorothy as he walks pass her yard
Dorothy decided to speak
“Hi would you like to join me for a cup of tea” As she looked at him filled with goosebumps splashing alongside with curiosity on his reply while biting the lower lip “I’d love too” he replied with a huge smile that definitely brighten up Dorothy’s being
She felt like an Angel returning to heaven to speak with its God.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"
She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule,
No Bees, no World
Shy Little Hearts
Big power
freedom wings
realised
dreams into reality
unfurls
Who’s to write that story?
She’s just a girl
In a Boston Two Step World"
He said, "Stung, once bitten twice shy..."
She said, "The Devil’s in the Details -
the real deal is swallowing
“The Whole Beautiful”
Big Blue Sky
and opening mouths
tongues speak
transfer a lush kiss
shared wealth
Icarus flies out
Sun in his mouth -
It's a sinch..."
He said, "Lady Bird! Lady Bird!
Your House is on Fire!"
She said, "Long ago maybe,
the Empire now strong in unified minds
unfurls to The Town Crier
A new Kingdom
Love
Power
rising higher and higher
Ok tiger, maybe a spark now,
Not yet into bonfire"
For a Woman
that once was a
Butter would melt
in mouth Girl
dreaming unreachable
bigger blue skies
She irreverently
turns keys
in hearts
A Fire opens latches
Lacquered Chinese
puzzle boxed
pheromone trials
and strange
very odd matches
Carniolan whispers, “Bring it on”
She now smiles
and captures...
Judges 14 buzzzing bees 8
Air thick with flying honey
All Along the Watch Tower
She opens the Gate
Hendrix’s Bumble Bees speak,
in hushed reverent
unified tone,
"It’s never too late..."
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1.
https://genius.com/The-jimi-hendrix-experience-all-along-the-watchtower-lyrics
2.
"If the doorbell rang in her apartment, she would say, 'What fresh hell can this be?' — and it wasn't funny; she meant it." You might as well live: the life and times of Dorothy Parker...
3.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus
4. hmmm, interesting, ah that Dark Bee...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carniolan_honey_bee
5.
Secret "Bee Spell", a riddle, inserted into this Chinese Puzzle Box. Much Love, LUX VITAE x
The Blue Stones/Be My Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znOA3xCtHfk
The rubiest shoes, on display,
walked yellowest bricks all the way.
The emerald glows,
but Dorothy knows
the rainbow hues melting away.
A barrel of laughs in the night.
Ho hum after witchiest flight.
The bump on her head
does find her in bed.
The monkeys with wings out of sight.
The brains of a scarecrow she sees.
The heart of a tinman does freeze.
It does not make sense.
Her friends think she’s dense.
Yet, courage of lion, she frees.
She roars about witches on brooms
and colorful wizard that booms;
and munchkins not high,
and monkeys that fly.
A quack of a doctor resumes.
I wish I was the Tin Man
Hollow chest and metal skin
At least without a heart to break
This pain would never sink in
Feels like I can’t breathe
My mind is a storm now
Just like Dorothy’s house I’m gone with the wind
Tell me…
How do I become the one
To fill your void the way she did?
Are you full yet?
From the cake you hid
I wish I was the Scarecrow
I wish I could forget it all
No mind to torture me at night until I bawl
But I’m the Cowardly Lion,
Once brave now scared
I fear the truth
I fear the past
OH NO! I think I just over shared :=(
I was Dorothy…bright and trusting
Skipping without fear
But you…the Wicked Witch of the West
Burned the yellow brick road I held dear
Imagine the Wizard of Oz drained of all its color
No yellow brick road or ruby shoes
That’s what you’ve turned me into
Even the Wizard couldn’t save me
Now I’m wicked…just like you
When I was little and my world was small,
I had a fascination with island storms’ call.
As moist hot air ascends the skies and dark clouds form,
I grab my storybooks and set up my dorm.
Dorothy had Toto; I will have my brown book
For I never know what will happen to my nook.
While my folks prepare for the uninvited visitor;
I hardly mind, rather I get ready for pleasure.
Before the wind blows and the rain falls;
Grandma would serve meals and fill our bowls;
Lest it will be cold and tastes no good;
When darkness hit our humble abode.
Light(e)ning forks spread the cloudless skies;
Draw vivid images and emotions high;
I wonder then Noah was calm!
For us, children, we'd shriek and run!
When the breeze starts to whisper a humming cry,
We would start to gather ‘round father and sigh;
It is a cue for a tale to be told
And Pa always has stories untold,
Trees swirl, sending gusts whimper against the pane;
Violent waves tossed Crusoe’s ship to our brain.
Storms make stories in its marvelous form;
Stories birth silence and awe midst a storm;
As the wind howls in the stormy night,
Stories, like pray’r, make us feel alright.
6/30/2014
The bright light, plentiful mirrors
seemed more numerous here.
Miriam wondered whether music lessons
were part of her remuneration.
She thought of people,
the very first time she had played a duet-
a little running melody.. her own
part, a page of minims.
She heard nothing but her hard
loud minims to the end.
Someone said she had a nice firm touch
The piano should always remember the blue remark-
the piano had been unrecognizable,
she had learnt her pieces by heart
..alternately the notes, almost soundlessly.
At musicale evenings,
as winter had sung afresh the effects
she could not discover
the secret of the notes.
Suzanne Delaney
Found Poem
from Pointed Roofs
by Dorothy Miller Richardson