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Ending in a flouncy ruffle, I married in a brown crushed velvet dress
This was 1971. Only six people were there, maybe one less.
My groom was nervous, I had sweet talked him into eloping with me.
I was confident this was the way God meant our wedding to be.
This was our second try at finding a justice of the peace.
My husband’s pants were ironed into a straight down middle crease.
He had a big hunk of dark hair that fell across his left hazel eye.
I believe I heard a secretary give a little sigh.
These people had tried to talk us out of this quickie wedding.
Strangers to us, they had a deputy give a little sing.
This was during the awful horrible Vietnam War you realize.
My groom was number thirty-eight in the draft, danger could arise.
We have been married fifty years, so things worked out rather well.
My husband never had to serve in swamps of that foreign hell.
He always says that I looked beautiful on our wedding day.
When I look at him, he is nineteen. What could be better anyway?
Pushing daisies
This Saturday has sadness in the summer clouds
feel I ought to go home, don’t know why?
A place I have not been to for fifty years
I dismissed the thought as sentimental trash
Is It!
When my dog died in an accident in Faro town
I drove through a rainy night to bury her
Where she was born
Felt it was my duty to her
Was it!
As a modern man, I know it doesn’t matter
Where we die, the soil is either dry or damp
If there is a longing to rest under turf known
Has it got a meaning, or is it soppiness?
Is it!
The body that died in a foreign land
Will not fertilize the soil of one’s homeland
Is it not irrelevant where the death occurred
In the enormity of forever?
A foreign diplomat has sustained a head injury.
He cannot undergo the usual neurosurgery.
Instead, something out of the ordinary is due.
A submarine is used with a team of surgeons for a crew.
They shrink the sub to less than microscopic size.
They enter the man’s body with this one condition.
There is a short time to accomplish the mission.
The crew has sixty minutes to reach where the injury lies.
More than one hour, and it will be too late.
The sub will enlarge again, and suffer a terrible fate.
This is an exciting flick without a doubt.
The next time it appears on TV, check it out.
Based on the 1966 film “Fantastic Voyage”
Iberia, you took my breath away
with fiery gypsy spirit and romance;
with ancient Moorish history and grace;
with everything there is of you to see;
to hear and smell; to feel inside my soul.
Diversity lives splendidly in you!
The ancient cultures beckoned me to you
when, like the Romans, lured from far away,
I came to you and gave to you my soul,
partaking of your passion and romance.
I’d read of you in school and had to see!
How glad I was to come and know your grace.
A mosque in Cordoba reveals your grace,
but I would learn there is much more of you. . .
Cathedrals dressed in gold I was to see.
From palace walls, in awe I’d walk away
to find nearby - in gypsy caves - romance
in music. . . as Flamenco filled my soul!
With passion’s beat resounding in my soul,
I toured Seville, where ladies rode with grace
on horses with their toreadors! Romance
is in the air at Spanish fairs. And you
can make it hard for one to turn away
from all the magic offered there to see.
In northern parts of you, I was to see
The Pyrenees, whose beauty touched my soul,
quaint villages with mountain goats! Away
I went southeast then, greeted by more grace.
Along your coast, I saw a side of you
I grew to love, Valencia’s romance!
And in Madrid, I found my own romance,
a handsome Spaniard. Never would I see
his face again because, in leaving you,
I left him and a small part of my soul.
So much I’d not yet seen of all your grace,
but destiny was calling me away. . .
I yearn to feel romance inside my soul;
breathe history and see again your grace.
Enchanted land, you are so far away!
May 4, 2010 Now used for Thvia Shetley's Foreign Travel Contest
Rest assured wisdom is found within the act of hibernation. Regeneration
of the Alls creation is to be sought with none around. Removing the sounds
& chatter that life brings, allows one peace that can't be bought. Thought's
come together in pieces, while winter weather unravels the ties & loosens the binds the seasons found. Inside the temple of the living mind are rough waves to be surfed in foreign lands. The sands are familiar as life's beaches are closer than seconds & minute hands. Your house is an hourglass full of small stones that slowly but surely slip away. This period of rest is a sure way to engage the
all & reset the clock in every way.
It was a day of jubilation,
A majestic country got its independence
After a hundred years of being ruled.
It was also a day of utter gloom,
The majestic country with ancient culture,
was divided into two -
As if a devastating Earthquake split the land
Forcing millions to leave their ancestral homes.
On one disastrous night, eyes blinded with tears,
millions of people trudged to the other side of the border.
Leave their priceless memories, for ever,
To begin life in a foreign land they had never known.
Families who owned acres of land, and pleasant dwellings,
found themselves penniless, no roof above their head,
Struggling for mere food and refuge.
It was a day of Hope at its Zenith,
It was a day of unprecedented Grief!
Notes: On August 15, 1947, the Indian Independence Bill took effect. The Partition of India of 1947 was the division of British India into two dominion states, India and Pakistan. The partition displaced between 10 - 12 million people. (source: Wikipedia).
September 20, 2020
For A Historic Event Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
For "Z" Old Or New Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I believe because we fit so well my love,
Love was foreign now you're my heart’s song.
You made me believe you're a gift from above.
Before you, my love my life was all wrong.
I’d listen to your confessions all night long,
I’m utterly happy to be your loving wife.
In your loving arms is where I belong,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
My love, we mesh together like hand and glove,
I could never doubt our love, it's solid and strong.
You are so gentle and you don’t push or shove,
I’m so glad we met that night in Hong Kong.
On that sweet day loves wings came along,
I didn’t believe in fate until I found you.
Sweetheart in your presence folk just throng,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
All of your touches are gentle as a dove,
You take me to new heights, my Armstrong.
Life with you is more than I dreamed of,
I’m no longer a wayward vagabond.
Honey, we have such a remarkable bond,
We’ve had ups and downs but not much strife.
My heart and yours will always correspond,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
12/24/2021
Contest: “B'' Forms, 10 Plus Lines
Sponsor: Constance La France
Glide of Falcon broken, channel smoothed
Transmission snap equals idle start
Dysfunctional gypsy destitute
Tricky situation screams for bird to depart
Tear away from failure with a free heart
Feathers propell her across the Caribbean
Flotsam washed up on shore Cottesloe
Beak weapon a compass to onyx oblivion
Binoculars barely detect tiny Como below
Jacobs Well regular fades beside posh Calypso
Ukelele strum seductively ruffles her plumage
Zephyr lift of anonymity instantly relaxes
Foreign terminus lures with image elusive
Sandy sanctum camps where regret collapses
Wigwams woven from Falcon's broken axis
Spit roast sizzles sin, black chunks blown away dust
Foil wrapped worry falls apart, ceases to matter
Scaffold stands bold though basic, vehicle rust
Drives psyche to triumph taut sail regatta
Egg whip pillow sips cocktails in Coolangatta
Gigantuan coast plays host to plumage patched
Bandaged beak hushed satiated dulcet
Fishnet fascination fetched her finest catch
Predator snatches status over physical impulses
Prey clamped in cabaret calibre talons convulses
23rd May
Bird can stay
If you wait until the sun goes down,
a thousand suns will rise.
Artificial, bright, igniting
tangled clouds in smoggy skies,
and flooding dingy streets
with fluorescent streams of light
that carry waves of people,
cresting, crashing, clashing
across mismatched sidewalks.
They speak in foreign tongues
that lick like wild flames
and burn with glowing strangeness
as cockroaches skulk and scurry
beneath makeshift stands
where pairs of busy hands
prepare the strangest foods,
from skewered squid and snakes
to crepes and pineapple cakes,
cubes of deep-fried tofu
and the freshest dragon fruit.
Watch them badger, hear them barter
over onyx rings and jade bangles
beside rose quartz beads that dangle
from scratched display cases.
The market throbs with energy,
a living entity that swallows me.
And when I think I've lost myself,
I focus on that giddy sound,
the universal language
that transcends all others.
They laugh, and I smile.
*Based on a night market I visited in Taiwan last year
Dear John
I heard the news today oh boy
About the way in which you passed away
To tears and cries that shook the world
From Liverpool to Foreign Lands
People still sing along to the words of the Beatle Band
Even if they don't understand
Because the mark of your poetry transcends despair
And though we lost you to the war
Your records still adorn the walls of music stores
Where young musicians flock to listen to timeless chords
To the 1 and only
The very reverend
Mr John Lennon
Gods very own Poet Lauriet sent from Heaven
A working class hero
Exposed to the Mass
Imagination
Is lost to the world oh boy
I heard the news today oh boy
Oh boy , Oh boy
There goes the sun
Obstructed by the diamond skies
On strawberry fields
Where Sergeant Pepper and his band
Play to the beat of the last stand
As a procession of mourners stop and stare
At the feet of a fallen king
They stop and sing
As Joy they bring
All you need is Love
Love
Love is all you need
All together now