Long Family reunion Poems
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Fashion’s symbolic sensuality draws eyes, stir passions and maybe even resentments! =]
Of course, maybe you’re above worldly conceits, above fashion. YOU, go through life as unaware as sinless Adam and you’re excessively handsome, or pretty, obviously.
But for the rest of us - fashion is the medium of our beauty and God created Paris for fashion.
We’re pretending we’ve come to Paris (our immediate, pandemic safety-pod-family) for a family reunion - but REALLY, we’re on safari - a freshmen, college-wear, “back to school,” ensemble hunt (for meeeeeeeeeeee!).
Step 1 (there’s only 1 step) - go to the Rue Saint-Honoré.
This year, I like-like Anna Molinari - most of the ready-to-wear daily-trash I snapped-up is hers - all hers. It didn’t start out that way - but she sould me on an uncharted course at first sight.
Other designers seem to be pushing old-lady-looking floral prints this season. Eeuw! Why?? DIAF.
My gran-mère (grandmother) told me - 6 days ago - as she attempted to tame my run-away hair: “You need to be unpredictable, petite beauté, not some comely young automaton. Then everyone will find you interesting and watch to see what you do next.”
Thank you, gran-mère - I’ll settle for looking interesting any time.
Where all of us would gather
we'd always see the roth.
Where family causing friendship
was query to the troth.
And everything we'd spoken
was words etched into life
Where flowing as they settled
were fears come back as trife.
That everything we wondered
were words we didn't like
And thoughts we were together
were fears unfounded pshyc.
That all our love together
was helping make it right
As all our time together
was found to be in sight.
That every thought we wondered
were never really taught
Until our course of action
was there to feel the knot.
(A Family Reunion)
Oh the sight of Angels as they sing
Beautiful glowing light and voices ring
Perfect in each uniqueness as they blend
A Christmas concert that never ends
But it is Christmas and we feel the joy
Amen join in to praise the Lord
Who gives his holy healing love talks
To bless heaven and earth he calls
Upon us now to share a smile
Time is eternal yet fleeting how
Happy his heart pours into us
Sharing his gifts his life his touch
Touching Angels touching children
Reaching all fulfilling each brethren
No being forgotten all are touched
Animals in heaven too know God's love
Like a family reunion only much larger
We all see those we lost with the Father
No illness here no tears except for joy
A heavenly Christmas we all enjoy.
12/20/2022
Christmas in Heaven Contest
Sponsor BJ Legros Kelly
Summer Cooking
Loud cheerful sounds are heard under a pavilion
as family has united for a family reunion.
Always held in shorts and swimsuit summer weather
in a park surrounded by a forest of evergreens and a snaking river.
It's always potluck, so there is always plenty of food to go around.
Deviled eggs, a variety of pasta salads, and mounds of potato salads,
barbecue hamburgers and hot dogs, fried chicken,
smoked venison, fish, and wild hog.
A choice of wonderful, sinful, yummy desserts,
and ice coolers full of a variety of drinks.
Family reunions, a great time to see both familiar
and new faces and catch up on the latest gossip of everyone's lives.
7/2/2018
Poetry Contest: A Poem NA'd in a July Contest (Judged July 1-24, 2018)
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
N/A Summer Cooking 7/19/2018
Picnic tables,
dishes labeled,
all red, white and blue.
Grass in the shade,
blankets are laid,
keeping babies cool.
Cold beer on ice,
lemonade's nice,
or some sweet tea too.
The chicken's fried,
the apple's pied,
which dessert to choose.
Children happy,
old folks napping,
teens are at the pool.
Bats are swinging,
horseshoes ringing,
maybe just a few.
Babies crying,
old men lying,
how they always do.
I'll catch up on,
things going on,
gossiping with you.
It's time to leave,
but I won't grieve,
I know it is true.
No need to fear,
cause come next year,
we'll be back in June.
Dreams sifting through the dreamtime web;
a GPS for the soul’s journey,
is a free road map drawn by God.
There, where I find all of my selves,
is my authentic family reunion.
Good and bad, my truths build an afterlife.
Friends eternal, am I with my selves;
the ever-growing family is my hope and refuge.
Color me bright, sunshine orange;
dance me into vats of staccato absinthe
and moonshine threads.
I walk the red path of spiritual glory;
a soul flying abreast, with the angels;
my soul essence renewed in the holy presence.
No mortal box can contain a soul forever.
Dust to dust, is the cycle of Mother Nature’s
medicine wheel.
With each cycle, souls are healed;
renewed for another turning.
The road that never ends, stretches along life’s tree;
eternally giving life.
The pedigree of all souls; animal, fish, foul;
all children of the unseen source;
is one life.
The first to arrive, the first to offer help, the first to say “I’m sorry.”
She is a tiny woman, half my weight, but mighty in the power department.
She is my mother, farm-born, one of ten children. Seven survived.
Born twenty years and eleven months before my twin and I arrived.
She is the last one to eat, but the one who brings the most food
To every family reunion or church picnic except her eightieth surprise party.
People love to make her laugh, because she has a keen sense of humor.
She has taught Sunday school for over sixty years; she does this weekly.
She has exercise classes for the “old people” where she lives.
They are ninety-seven, and ninety-two. She is only eighty-eight.
She and my dad were a formidable pair; they always had a united front.
Backing each other up in every situation. He has been gone nine years.
She reinvented herself, got rid of her astronomically large home,
Moved into a small one bedroom apartment, and began a new life.
She acts as an assistant manager, bingo caller, and social chairman.
Weirdly enough, she has never played Bingo in her life.
Her calendar has six to eight things to do a day.
She delivers packages in her building, and Meals on Wheels.
She volunteers all over the county. Almost everyone knows her.
She is a whirlwind, a wonder, a woman of God, my mother.
"Oh, honey," he cried on the phone,
"It's terrible being alone.
I'm feeling the blues,
and I have some strange news. . . "
He went on and on with a moan.
"I went to the back yard one day,
not too long after you'd been away.
Do you know what I found
everywhere on the ground?
Can you guess what I'm going to say?"
"No clue," I said. "Why don't you share?"
"Dead animals are everywhere!"
If he'd not shouted,
I may have doubted,
but then he said, "Baby, I swear."
I was taken aback, so I said,
"There are animals? And they are dead?
What kind might they be?
Tell me how many?"
Just to think of it gave me some dread.
Since it sounded so terrifying,
I thought what a terrible thing.
Had our yard become scary
like the pet cemetery
I had read of by novelist King?
Were they poisoned? Were there rabbits too?
In the back of my mind I just knew
that his tale was too tall.
I was not wrong at all.
As it turned out, the number was two!
For I called up my daughter who said
she had gone there; what she saw instead
of some big horror show
was just her dad Joe
with one snake and one bird that were dead!
Written July 1, 2016 : True story with a bit of exaggeration making hubbie look wussy. But I'm not far off the mark!! This happened a long time ago when I had gone to a family reunion and left hubbie alone for a week!! Our daughter was newly married and went to the house to see all the "dead animals everywhere" For the Tell a Tall Tale Contest of Jesse Day
Life after life (with death in between)
Cannot compare to the Heavenly scene
As the singer sings of something personally
It can have the appeal to us all universally
In the skies it’s many Fourth of July’s
For us eye candy, and we wait for our surprise
There are galleries of all the memories hanging in sight
There are lands to discover by fourth dimensional flight
There are things unseen, unheard of and unread
As we will get to know God for eternity’s breadth
Many colors, many smells, many sights, who can tell
The love of a family reunion, and many more loves as well
There’s life after this life lived on earth
There is life after life and birth after birth
So it is easy and plain to see, and it shows
We all go on to eternity (where you spend it God only knows)
(So to the recusants that think this is it (ain’t no more)
Prove it non-resuscitants (if that’s all you have) I implore)
P.S. So have a second sundae to your delight
Because in Heaven there is no cellulite
He is so unassuming. An older man, short, with a balding head.
Two flecks of hair he combs to the side, trying to look more virile
But it helps him not one whit.
He has kept to himself.
Although he is a great uncle, none of us kids know him.
He is shunned by the older ones – his brothers and sisters.
I make my way to him.
It’s a family reunion. So I decide to chat him up.
He is timid at first. Speaking in whispers. Fearful he might offend me.
Then I hear his voice and he is hilarious.
The Robin Williams of this dull, boring, humdrum status quo family.
Where in the heck have we been keeping him?
A burst of laughter comes out of me.
Insanely loud.
He opens up even harder.
I cannot tear myself away.
No wonder these snore-fest idiots don’t like him.