Long Festival Poems
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Like every year
for the last 10 years or more,
she took on a mission and a project
for kids. She saw a need and filled it.
At CHRISTMAS, there are toys and other things
for kids. During the Fall, it was harvest festival
and Halloween treats for kids. In late July or early
August, it was backpacks filled with school supplies
for kids, enabling them to have a truly great 'First Day'.
For the year 2022, she served 1048 kids with supplies.
She loves kids so much that she established a baseball team
with the kids. She also loved kids so deeply that she started
an organization called 'About Kids'. I'm not the bragging kind,
but I am so very proud of what my church has been doing for
years and continues to do for the kids throughout its community.
082922PSCtest, Back to School Poetry Contest. Frances Roberts
I read the title as
U - nite- as
three syllables - hard I
And I marveled that a female poet would
write of U Johnny
and looked hurriedly down the page
hoping to read
Of your years leading the Colts
(who were in Baltimore then)
on gimpy knees and guts
when a player
who had it
had balls
not a multi-million $dollar$ contract,
a side deal with a shoe company and....
and of the anger as you
were pushed from the color commentary
by younger has-beens
and sank into muddle-aged oblivion
However, I misread the title
uni - tas
two syllables - soft I
An homage to Aiende and Chile
a democratically elected socialist government
ousted by a CIA-backed military coup
to maintain control over strategic copper
but those days are over
and today the country
produces wonderful, cheap wine
and farmed fish
So I wrote this poem
for U
Written sometime in 1977-1978 on reading Dorthy Livesay's poem from Ice Age - which can be found here
http://envoifound.com/envoi-poetry-festival/poets-dead-or-alive/dorothy-livesay-october-12-1909-december-29-1996/
Dust, sweep and mop
Run to three or four shops
Polish silver 'til it shines
Did we forget to buy wine
Countdown to Sabbath's begun
So many chores to be done
Ready or not, it's time to bench licht*
Friday goes by dizzy quick...
Now the Sabbath does appear
On dove's wings of purest cheer
Our tired feelings dissipate
Blessings soothe, reinvigorate
Refresh and restore
Over holy books we pore
Eat delicacies and treats
Meals pleasant and sweet
Time now to repair to sleep
To relax and dream dreams deep
Of Sabbaths wrapped in mists of yore ~
Messianic Era to point toward
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*to bench licht is Yiddish. It means to light
candles (for the Sabbath or a Festival) with
a blessing. 'Licht' is pronounced as a
guttural, more like 'kh' as in the Russian
'khorosho,' 'good.' It is not pronounced like
the 'ch' in 'chin' or in 'Chicago.'
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
first days of summer
first days of summer
solstice heat shimmers and sweats ~
cool blue seaside waves
sun yawns in azure skies
wakes up sleepy bumblebees ~
orchard fruit grows large
summer wind swirls up
blusters through garden meadows ~
ripe plumbs swing and sway
hot spell sizzles
mirages look like phantoms ~
playful ocean breezes
feral festival
rowdy season chases clouds ~
rain waits with zephyrs
afternoon soft hush
flowers gather sunbeam stars ~
dewdrop gems sparkle
frogs begin to croak
crickets warm up symphonies ~
firefly fandangoes
6-23-22
Flickering lamps,
a million tiny suns,
piercing the velvet night.
Crackling fireworks,
bursts of gold and crimson,
painting the air.
Sweet-smelling incense,
clouds of saffron and jasmine,
whispering ancient prayers.
Garlands of marigold,
a vibrant embrace,
around doorways, hearts.
Stories of Rama,
echoing through generations,
light triumphing over shadow.
Goddess Lakshmi,
a golden presence,
blessing homes with prosperity.
Mahavira's Nirvana,
a quiet meditation,
seeking inner light.
Guru Hargobind's release,
a beacon of freedom,
shining brightly.
Ashoka's conversion,
a vow to peace,
found in every smile.
Harvest's bounty,
celebrated in shared feasts,
a tapestry of unity.
Diwali,
a shimmering thread,
weaving together cultures,
through flickering lights,
and joyful hearts.
The cold air makes the snow squeak
under your feet, as you walk.
And a sky of twinkling stars
will guide Santa's sleigh this eve.
Children are snuggled in bed,
dreaming of Christmas morning.
And parents share smiles and hugs,
filled with the joy this night brings.
Eaves strung with colored lights,
houses decorate the night.
And Santa Claus gets airborne,
with the help of Rudolph's nose.
The air is filled with music
as Christmas carolers sing.
And neighbors greet each other
in a cheerful, friendly way.
We celebrate Jesus's birth,
in a most befitting way.
For giving away presents
reminds us all of His love.
Christmas is a time of cheer
that's felt on no other day.
And a festival of faith,
cherished by both young and old.
(Blank Verse)
12/9/2016
Distant Thoughts
Who the hell is this Shakespeare dude
and why am I reading this play under a tree?
God these shoes are killing me.
I wonder what’s for supper tonight.
Pray God the king didn’t go hunting,
the kill of the day last week was his squire.
I can’t remember the last time we went out
to eat. No balls, no beheadings, not even
a festival on the town square. We have
got to be the most boring Royal Family ever.
Well! Back to the play.
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo”
OH! Wherefore is the end of this play?
They’ll prattle on about it at supper as
if it has some great significance. Yeah,
and therefore, harken to the call of the
heart. I wonder if Prince Harrison likes me?
He’s kinda nice, cute in a peculiar sort of way.
I wonder how far I could walk with this
book on top of my head. Damn I’m bored.
5/26/2014
For
5 -11- 2016
The face of yours: brownish colour that shone like this golden
Neck-lace of yours; so vivid in my eyes I remember
Whenever I look at this chain, memory of yours clog my brain:
Of the love you shown me when you were alive
Alas – I hope no limit to human life: so you could be ever alive
You are dead, but in this heart you are alive ever
As you cherished me when you are alive
Alive will your memory be in this brain.
Note: she was my father's mother. She lived in our town – Iragbiji – in her life era. I did visit her with my parents and my younger sisters and brothers, during the festival. Though most of times me and my brothers and sisters did visit her was during the third term holiday. Granny was pleasant living with, apart from all sort of things she used to buy us; she was used to pampering children. In 2003, she died of breast cancer; she had made hospital a home before she died. She was gradually recovering then, everyone had thought she had overcome death, but all of a sudden, she gave up the ghost.
Callous death took
her
away without
her
goodbye
I didn’t acquire much from her, but this golden neck-lace. Though it is old and has no much value, but one will not know at a glance, for it shines and looks anew all the time. Had my religion allows me to wear neck-lace, I will be wearing it all around.
Death sadness be
yours
granny is a –
live
In snowflakes’ sunlit souls - an amber chest,
orange, yellow, blushing red impassion
resplendent ember hues of stained-glass zest,
vivid vibes enliven snow from ashen.
Inspired bliss of shining kiss on pale snow,
with delicate caresses Sol imbued
highlights to saturate the talc aglow
romancing frosted facets’ fiery mood.
Warm spectrum seeps across the crystal white
as sleepy sunbeams stir the embers’ heart,
igniting jewel tones before twilight
frost bitten festival of arctic art.
Illuminated thrills in chills impress
in ruby rapture sunset's snow does dress.
Susan Ashley
December 31,2017
~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Embers and Snowflakes
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen