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For today’s easy drive from Duluth, MInnesota to Bayfield, Wisconsin
as is our nature we took the scenic route
ready to discover what Wisconsin is all about.
We stopped often along the way…(we never drive anywhere straight )
so we could experience first hand the beauty of this state.
We paused at a windmill, an old jail, a covered wagon school bus
and to learn lessons the Ojibwe teaches.
We stopped to admire her trees and take a few walk along her beaches
As we continue on this road trip…we learn a little more each day
like how Wisconsin…just like every other state is beautiful in her own way.
As we settled down into our old Victorian inn
which for the next 2 nights will be our home
forgive me while I change the subject
as well as the direction of this poem.
I’ve noticed in most of my pictures since we’ve been on the road
In my bright colors and by my tie-dyed hat…
I’ve been in full tourist mode.
Which means I’ve been excited when I wake up…
happy to greet the sun every time she rises
excited for the things we’ve planned
and delighted by all the surprises.
But when I think about my life…in living day to day
I like to think this is exactly…how I approach each day.
Whether in colorful clothes and hats…
whether on…of off the road…
I hope every day I am alive…
I am in tourist mode.
Misfit, Miss Feet (A literary translation)
Gossipmonger rumors around!
A wedding ensuing, Mary go-round!
May I have a speaker call?
Surmising the news to scroll?
Not bad, not bad at all, there!
In utter black, a chilling suction, May..or!
And the complexion, and the fairness unbound.
Reminds me of a jolly owl, or a whim, around!
Among these, the intellect and the one!
Perseverance, patient, a word of bliss, "Oxymoron"!
About the nineteen try and where it truly paused, there.
Tired is the effort and the reason to strive any further!
Subject matters are dark matters and they,
Coming around in assimilation in the coming May!
Brothers of her muse about all, them and thee!
One is a churn, the other undone, in mayhem and entropy!
And the other one, is a hands-on felon!
Happened on a fraudulent, detained now in the prison!
The keenly one is a sheer drummer, and season!
Strumming on a scale of five, a rarely good baptization!
O Henry! Ibsen suffers there, in viral fever, by and by!
Shivering hype for recess in nearby!
Yet, and beyond any of these! Reserved are they!
With the religious oracle, the needed silence to revere, in the coming May!
Ibsen and An Enemy of the People! Yes! And, about this, too! Alone!
The off-season overseas trip of a school goer, Ibsan! Frequency and the pattern!
Even though, we landed on a flat rate, and the truth! And nothing but the truth!
Save it on a decaying pocket! For a plan to overboard for an oncoming trip to Duluth!
December 19th, 2023
Since leaving Banff we’ve driven 1200 miles
(as a nod to Deborah’s dad we drive only during the day!)
and we’ve stopped for the night in 6 different spots along the way.
So after driving 260 miles today…we were happy…that’s the truth!
to be spending the next two nights in a hotel in Duluth.
Today, just like the other days when it came to roadside attractions we got our wish.
We stopped at the biggest ox cart in the world…and stood inside a 65 foot long fish.
This wonderful trip we’re on which is now only halfway through
has been interspersed with a host of surprises and many spectacular views.
We’ve touched the Pacific Ocean…where the mountains meet the sea
It was too cold to go swimming…on that we both agree!
We drove around and over those mountains…saw a hundred or more trains
Then headed eastward on our trip to where the mountains meet the plains.
Today we again drove over the plains…wherever we stopped the sun was shining
and we were cooled by a summer breeze
Today’s trip took us to into Minnesota where the plains give way to the trees.
As I reflect on the 4200 miles we’ve driven on our Great Northern Road Trip
I wouldn’t change a thing….
And I can’t wait to see what what the second half of this wonderful trip will bring.
There once was a man from Duluth
whose habit was spinning the truth.
He had told the same tale
(every day without fail;
'twas getting quite long in the tooth).
He sat down to drink in a booth
then ordered a double vermouth.
He said a tornado
shaped like a potato
had taken his poor wife named, Ruth!
The men in the bar yelled, “Forsooth!”
But one woman thought it was truth
(the gal was a newbie
who'd just smoked a doobie)
and sent more vermouth to the booth.
“The first time I ever saw Ruth,”
he said, toasting her with vermouth,
(Though usually crisp
when he drank he'd a lisp),
“wath back in my youth in Duluth.
“She'd one perpendicular tooth.
When she withled came her pet gooth.
It wath love at firth thight
and we wedded that night
with her gooth on top of a mooth!”
“We honeymooned outthide Duluth
in a cabooth, just me and Ruth.”
He then heaved a big sigh
(he was getting quite high)
“And of courthe the mooth and her gooth.”
He took a big swig of vermouth
and said that they never found Ruth.
“Just an arm at the mall
and her foot on a wall,
pluth one thingle tooth in Duluth.”
He wept as he pined for his youth,
so the gal ordered up more vermouth.
Then the telephone rang
and the bartender sang,
“It's Ruth, your ex-wife in Duluth.
It's I telling you the sad truth
about her and 'who goothed the mooth'!
Now she wants a good check
that won't bounce, you old wreck,
like the last at Bank of Duluth!”
The new gal cried, “Cad, You're uncouth!
You gave your eyetooth it was truth
of poor Ruth and her gooth,
the cabooth and the mooth
in Duluth, and all for vermouth!”
The man said, “The truth in Duluth
and why I keep hitting the juithe
ith that Ruth and the mooth,
the cabooth and her gooth
were a nooth I had to cut looth!”
The new gal cried, “There weren't no gooth,
nor mooth or cabooth in Duluth!
There was just poor old Ruth
and some nooth that was looth,
plus a drunk who soaked up the juithe!”
The man from Duluth knew the truth,
“Thereth no more vermouth. Whath the uthe?”
So he crept out the back,
but the rest knew the tack:
he'd be back next day for vermouth!
Do you know
Where the wind blows
How do you go
To where the wind blows
On accompany bound
North Carolina found
Down the coast
Out the window of a greyhound
Day dreams
Just won’t let me sleep sound
“Life’s a gamble
At terrible odds
If it were a bet
How would you take it”
Up at the lighthouse
Lake Superior, I’m here
Skating across the ice
Minnesota’s lovely winter song
Downtown Duluth
Across the red bridge on my own
It was a five card draw
Cocaine in an empty mans straw
Little blind short
It was big blinds bluff
Inordinate of a pack of Newport’s
Fell in love waving goodbye at the airport
Welcome back home
Were you lost or alone
Because you’re no one
Just as were when you left
Did you find your fun
Hitchhiking all by yourself
I made it back to peace
On a coarse to no where
Fresh out of Love Joy, Georgia
Do you know
Where the wind blows
How do you go
To where the wind blows
The Great Lakes Engineering Works built a new boat
S. S. Edmund Fitzgerald, t'would soon be afloat
The people that owned her needed a name
President of the company was given that fame.
One of the largest boats to sail on the Great Lakes
Was a solidly built boat and had what it takes
September twenty fourth nineteen fifty and eight
Was her maiden voyage, laden with freight.
The 'Mighty Fitz' was the nickname they gave her
'Titanic Of The Lakes', sadly that would come later
For years she shipped freight from town to town
Crossing the Great Lakes, left, right, up and down.
The lakes weather worsened in the month of November
Ferocious storm's that would pull ships asunder
That fateful day 'The Fitz' took a route
Sailing to Detroit from a port near Duluth.
A hurricane force storm was heading their way
Other ships took refuge in Whitefish bay
Captain McSorleys last message, " We're holding our own"
What happened thereafter isn't quite known.
The storm battered the boat with thirty foot waves
And sent all her crew to their watery graves
November the tenth, nineteen seventy five
The 'Mighty Fitz' sank, no one did survive.
Lake Superior was where the tragedy occurred
When the news got out, church bells could be heard
The Reverend Ingalls twenty nine times he did toll
For the crew of 'The Mighty Fitz' every lost soul.
A memorial service is held once a year
The bells are tolled, they pray, shed a tear
Stories have been written, and a ballad too
Dedicated to the men of 'The Mighty Fitz' crew.
A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
Written 18.12. 2017
There's a castle in Duluth
Made out of sugar cubes
And the moat that flows out front
Is filled with soda pop
Fruit that grows on trees
Is the finest in jelly beans
In the nearby spring fed lake
People swim in grape Kool-Aid
The streets where those people live
Are cobblestoned with M&M's
In their houses made of brick
From different flavors of licorice
With picket fences in the lawns
Constructed out of candy corn
When cotton candy clouds
Move in from the South
The crowds open their mouths
As the skittles come raining down
The days are always sweet
In the Kingdom of Kandy
Where the King and Queen rule fair the days
With scepters made of candy canes
In their castle of sugar cubes
This Kandy Kingdom of sweet tooth's
Let me tell you about Duluth…one of the many highlights of our trip
She has an aerial lift bridge (which from our hotel room we could view)
where the entire road is lifted up so the big ships can float through.
It’s Interesting when a ship is through the channel
it gives a horn sequence of two long and then two short toots
which the bridge operator repeats…completing the salute.
Duluth is a beautiful city…from our hotel it was such a thrill
to see the waters of Lake Superior as well as the houses on her hills
We took a scenic ride up into those hills…paused to enjoy the summer flowers
then stopped to visit atop Enger hill…a place called Enger Tower.
In the park where Enger tower sits…(the wonders of this trip never seem to cease)
there is a Japanese Zen garden and a huge bell…dedicated to peace.
The gardens are quite beautiful…peace is a beautiful thing
and in the quiet of the gardens you are encouraged to make the peace bell ring.
he USS Duluth took Ohara-Isumi’s, original bell in World War II…after Japan’s fall
and gave it to Duluth…where it was displayed in their city hall.
Years later Ohara-Isumi asked that it be returned …hoping for a good deed
to which the city of Duluth wholeheartedly agreed.
So long after a devastating war was over…Ohara-Isumi, gave Duluth a call
they put their differences aside and became sister cities after all.
Ohara-Isumi gave Duluth this peace bell…a replica of the one they had returned…
reminding us when it comes to war and peace…we still have a lot to learn.
As together Deborah and I made that bell chime
we thought of the men and women who fought and died all those years before
with the hope that ringing a peace bell could help stop all future wars.
We made two long then two short chimes on that bell
as a salute to those men and women who fought and died following their commands
praying one day peace will ring out
in every household,
every city
every corner of every land.,,
Limericks
There once was a small rabbit from Siam,
Who always proclaimed, “I think I can”,
In time he did grow as white as the snow,
Now he gives auditions on the tram!
There was a smart fox with ginger fur,
Who was happy and started to purr,
No one could catch him,
No trap with a latched trim,
He outsmarted them each time it occurred!
There once was a poodle named Frou Frou,
Sometimes it was large crowds that she drew,
From start to Finish,
Her pink nails and her image, stuck by her as if they were glue!
There was a monkey who said “tee hee”,
He’d laugh and strike his knee,
They knew he was funny,
Therefore, no dumb bunny,
For people enjoyed his company!
There was a couple out with a camera,
Who saw a sailor slip on a banana,
When he looked up to see,
They said “Dear me”,
As he hopped on a ship to Panama!
There was a young witch in a ditch,
When her broom was stuck she took a hitch,
Now she’s no longer solo,
For from a gentleman she borrowed,
Now she’s a judge watching Polo!
There once was a young man from Duluth,
Who did not like to tell the truth,
His friends weren’t buying,
Then he gave up his lying,
So, he wouldn’t look like a goof!
There was a young man from Boring,
Who was often lounging and snoring,
Then one day on a whim,
He learnt how to swim,
Now he looks forward to every morning!
There was a young girl with a moat,
Who wore a polka dot coat,
When she crossed on the bridge,
It fell flat with a loud hinge,
While on fairy wings she did float!
Now is the winter of our discontent:
evicted Tuesday – couldn’t pay the rent.
No consolation bourbon – dough’s all spent.
Can’t call the helpline. Haven’t got a cent.
Cops busted me for “Lurking Within Tent”
- now sleeping on Duluth hoosegow cement.
My grandpa, Richard: and my dad – absurd
that they should call me Richard (Dick the Tird).
My ex so named me, as she flipped the bird.
I’m so unlucky, bums think I’m a kurd!
I’ve fewer teeth now than a hobo’s comb.
When I get out, the fresh air is my home.
So tell me, White House – where’s my Golden Dome?
Do what you will – but don’t send Kristi Noem!