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Many moons ago the island was born
spewed up in a volcanic eruption
it was perfectly formed out of rock
five nautical miles from the mainland
A barren isle with no life on it
visited sometimes by birds and seals
over time the dung from them all
provided a base for tender shoots
There was but one stream here
which flowed from the towering rocks
cascading joyfully down into a pool
a stunning splash of viberant blue
Around it started to appear flora
the seeds carried in by the birds
were now taking root and tranforming
life now has a grip which in time flourishes
The barren island soon attracted life
first the birds who started nesting
in the newly grown lushious trees,
their songs bringing musical sounds
Then came the many different insects
most importantly the honey bees
fertilising starting new species
covering the land with lush greenery
Gradually the animals swam over
getting busy finding homes
now the island was flourishing
gay sounds breaking the long silence
Here nature has triumphed over all
transforming a bare rocky isle
life has been yet again reaffirmed
from nothing comes a veritable paradise
Man attracted visits collecting eggs
fishing the shores and lakes
Yet none set down roots here
there is a strangeness that unsettles
Instead they use it for worship
and for their native burials
for they had knowledge of nature
this was not for man to spoil
All was well in our island paradise
until white men found this little gem
desecrating the graves and plundering
the island until it was almost bare
Furious witch doctors set a curse
that night screams could be heard
the natives huddled together shaking
by morning, deep silence reigned
Looking out to the island
they saw new razor sharp reefs
completely surrounding the island
Nature had reclaimed her masterpiece
I am so grateful, I am so grateful.....
Because my lord was faithful.....to me.
You see I didn't want to believe,
I wasn't able to conceive. ....
but after losing four angels from my womb.
Never hearing their cry, gone to soon.
I was almost convinced, my hearts desire is what I wouldn't get.
At time jealousy would be overcoming.
Causing me to ask God why me?
Why were my eggs hit with infertility.
Then out the blue he gave her to me, born ever so perfectly.
I never gave up on faith, I just gave up my control.
Once I realized god was in charge,
he gave me my baby to hold.
I am oh so grateful.
I'm living in the woods off of things that I found;
Godzilla's toenail is keeping me safe and altogether sound.
Through swamps, streams, mountains and caves,
Brings me to my current view...
. A yellow dragon
. A stack of story books
. A large pair of glasses
. A comfortable chair
. A pumpkin patch
. Large orange eggs
. Wheel barrels
. Dozens of fairies
. A water fountain
. A sign labeled 'Chariot'
Friends we are, where...
These creatures are few.
Bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs,
Itching, scratching and screaming!
How do I rid bugs?!?
I visit a stinky friend,
Bugs move toward dragon butt!
bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs,
itching, scratching and squirming!
how do I rid bugs?
instead they are my dear friends,
learning to live with lovebugs!
I am honorificabilitudinitatibus of which I must say,
For studying schizosaccharomycetaceae each day!
I crafted a robe of seashells to impress, but I regret...
That it weighs so much, I must undress... I am so stressed!
When I say 'orange'
Please think red!
See if you can get this,
In your head.
"It's so simple."
That's what I said...
"A trip to the store,
For an apple so orange!"
I found this magical wand,
That I'm gonna give to you.
Please turn this light verse,
Into the reflection of a trophy's hue.
I am this paper.
Don't be afraid of me as...
I'm looking at you
I changed your inkish,
In many charming patterns;
It is magical!
Reborn here now without baggage,
Preparing soup made of cabbage.
I will cook as I damn-well please,
Maybe even throw in some peas.
I cook my meals from break of dawn,
Extra dishes my meal will spawn.
There's no-one else here to enjoy...
Ingredients mixed like a toy.
If I'm going to start anew,
Carrots will go into the stew!
(confinement)
closed in, windows locked
solitude
ill virus stay away!
(escape)
doors be open
beach, park, lighthouse, bikepath, store
am I safe?
Thursday, November 4, 2021
she sells goat's cheese, not my favorite
plying the beach ramada to ramada
at times she sits with me
lowering the basket from her head
her clothes are worn, patched
i roll eggs, beans, chorizo into a tortilla
hand it away, she always accepts
then throwing her arm over the chair
she begins the badinage
i understand little sometimes
others, far too much of humanities plight
i too throw my arm over the chair
rattle slowly in my aspiring Spanish
making verbal notes of words
similar in English and Spanish
she teaches verbs, vernacular
we share more than just language
if you would stand afar
you would think us old friends
lost in the chatter of complaints
news, reminiscing, and aren't we
the same expressions, gestures
friends in small talk
sharing a similar nature
delivering the points quite well
it is a beautiful day
we are happy to be alive
sharing breakfast, languages
she returns to her vending
soon Isabella will be by
with my freshly baked banana bread
Jorge will drop off the tamales
sometime this afternoon
and i will have gone to the bank
for money, Maria's children
are in need of school clothes
i return to the waves rolling in
watching the pelicans
riding the uplift provided by the surf
this is what i need, not poetry readings
life is a continuous poetry affair
that moves thru existence on wings
of opportunity to grasp it
cherish its every moment
neuropathways accompanying Death
in little smiles, no one hears
San Blas 91
Sometimes music
takes you away
a few bars of Sebelius
cuts through the clutter of
school lunch preparation.
and I'm in the fiords
the soul home
I've never seen.
I know little of Finland
and first met Matti
at a meeting in Dallas
where he a two day visitor
argued with the cabby
over the best way downtown.
When we arrived,
he gave an excellent tour
of the corner
where JFK ended.
Later, another meeting.
this time in Wisconsin
as we shared our duty free.
he spoke of his son's summer job
folk dancing on a ferry
crossing the Gulf of Bothnia.
Running the next morning
in the cold spring air
I realized
the big flat winged raptor
high overhead
was an eagle.
Chatting with our four year-old
he explains
that although Godzilla
is a boy's name
she laid eggs
one remains
and do I know
what attack means?
Saiko no keki
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She considered making it in a round cake pan
cooking cooling and slicing it in half
and adding a cream cheese frosting and adding a carrot cake in the center.
frosted with a rich buttercreame frosting
and decorated for the occasain
The door rings
I look up
then
back to my eggs and hash browns.
The door rings
I look up
nobody I know,
my first time here
why should I know anyone!
Back to the eggs.
Two sunny-side-up,
the busting of yellow yokes
with a tip of toast --- O Lordy.
I look up
the waitress has bodacious tats,
a phone bursts into song
another vibrates
as loud as a sleeping panther.
The door rings
creamy salutations
of comfort and grease.
Spoons jangle on tinkling handles,
spatulas knell upon the griddle.
A buttery booth crush
a flush-faced coffee klatch.
The skinny cook yells in Kentucky Yiddish.
I look up
flapjacks slap air
syrup pours and dongs in jug and jar.
The door chants and chimes -
Hallelujah for this ring-a-ding diner
and our Waffle House hunger.
Hello My Little Chickadees
It's not all Eggs and Chocolate.
It's not all Bunnies and Hearts.
It's just to say I love thee,
From the bottom of my Heart.
I feel this Easter, a difference
in the wind. With all that has
been. I feel a kind of sorrow,
from the folks dearly departed.
Jesus, our Messiah had left us so
long ago. He left a world that
exist for His purpose in the world.
So, thinking of Him when we enjoy
eating those delicious chocolate
Bunnies and Eggs that we may,
remember that Joy and Happiness
will return to you today.
God is watching.
With love.--have a Happy Easter
_
Easter morning brings stress
asking for God's advice
Three-hour drive to parents
asking for God's patience
slow traffic and detours
asking for God's guidance
I will be ready to turn around
asking God to just get us there
So relieved when we arrive
I'll be hungry and tired
tons of food will await us
brightly colored eggs
sister's homemade dressing
dad's homemade peanut butter pie
sister's chicken
mom's coleslaw
my store-bought king's Hawaiian rolls
car ride home will be interesting
eyes will be propped open with toothpicks
belly will be hitting steering wheel
and I will be ready for bed!
Easter poetry contest
Regina McIntosh
April 1, 2022
There where the tuna sleep mighty
Wet as usual imprisoned in ocean
There are creatures above with poles
The oxygen nitrogen breathers
The ones with limbs on their sides
With eyes facing front fashioned to hunt
Beings that live in the thin environment
Trying to take the tuna out one by one
To take them home and fry them quickly
How naive these killers of tuna are
Do they really think they can trick a fish
With lures and lines and an ugly worm
Dangling in front of them for amusement
Tuna were not born yesterday you know
They come from noble eggs exposed at birth
Ready to attack or swim away to safety
To protect their dignity from the depraved
What harm have tuna ever done to men
Have they no shame when they go fishing
When they hang them like trophies on a wall
Make sandwiches of them for a child's lunch
Tuna never go to war or betray the trust of others
True. They do not respect their mothers
But if they knew them that would be another story
A fish story for sure