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One-hundred percent Italian descent:
four grandparents crossed the ocean, went
through Ellis Island, from Italy sent;
my Italian roots, one-hundred percent.
But D N A samples now tested, ruled-
genetic ancestry can have you fooled!
With full Italian descent overruled-
gene structure in me- completely retooled.
Dumbstruck that percentages showed so clear
my pie chart was sliced- not a full sphere,
my mind was lost in this new-found frontier,
and wiped out ideas that I held so dear.
Through tests, my genetic past now revealed,
sixty-four percent Italian did yield!
Thirty-six percent now unconcealed
some ancestors came from lands far afield!
Mid-Eastern, Caucasus, Iberian too,
Some Jewish, Scandinavian, plus a few
chance Irish genes to mix up the brew.
My former beliefs are now so untrue.
But, soon I accepted this new-found me,
like others amazed, as shown on TV,
surprised, but excited as I can be-
with a varied, colorful, mixed ancestry!
April 19, 2017
Contest: Dumbstruck
Sponsor: Charles Messina
True facts: I received my Ancestry DNA
test results on April 1, 2017
Be they the moving air or frozen seas
That need a passport, visa, nor frontier,
Unmapped that flow all free, untamed with ease,
Like winds that fiercely sweep sans human fear.
No mountain bows to architect’s false pride,
No forest stands as guard to stolen wood,
And rivers dammed, turn to a stormy tide—
The sign, now red, ere warning amber stood.
The poets turn to birds and blooming flowers
To find the truth and track the tolling bell,
While nature warns of these dynamic powers,
It’s strange, man still hesitates in his hell.
But wisdom wafts upon a shifting wind:
How long can nature bear a world that sinned?
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Happenings | 19.09.2026 | atmosphere, forest, ocean, river, wisdom, crown of sonnets
Sunlight shines brightly,
Soaring skyward,
Soft, silken shadows shift,
Scattering sweet solar rays.
Bold blue beams,
Brilliant sky bakes,
Broad, beautiful boundless blue
Brings bright bliss below.
Cumulus clouds drift,
Cotton-white crests,
Curving calmly,
Creating cool, casual shapes.
Sunbeams steep soft soil,
Scorching subtle sands,
Spreading summer's strong spark
Surrounding silent spaces.
Flounder float far,
Facing deep dark depths,
Finding fine fishing
For this prime, perfectly sunny day.
Warm weather warms world,
Waking wild woods,
Whispering wind waves
With welcome warmth.
Clear clouds float far,
Fluffy forms flickering
From forgotten frontier fields
Forever forward.
Beaming brilliance bakes beach,
Brightly blazing,
Bestowing boundless warmth
Before big broad skies.
Stately sun stands still,
Shining strong rays
Silently, safely,
Soaking soft scenery.
Your image is of a local migrant working hard
You say it's about a better life; he should get a green card.
But look at what happened in Brackettville
Whatever you believe, it should give you a chill.
Ranchers had cameras to detect hungry deer
But the cameras showed 30,000 people crossing the frontier.
What is so magnetic about this land?
Up to six drownings per day in the Rio Grande
Migrants trying to ride the trains often lost limbs
Doors would slide shut and the results were grim
Hospitals were overwhelmed, EMS was too.
Texans who needed treatment didn't know what to do.
Wanda carried a .38 for her protection
A patrolman said "don't do that, you'll face AK-47s
don't let bad guys know you carry a gun
Long walks down rural roads might stop being fun."
Ranchers kept fixing holes cut in their fences
Picking up trash, knowing there were no defenses.
They would black out windows, so light wouldn't attract danger
Hospitality's good, but you can’t always trust a stranger.
Migrants were coming to houses, backgrounds unknown
They'd demand food, or a charge for a cellphone
One rancher said “It was insane, like a city coming through
He’d pick up IDs they threw down, so they could start life anew.
They came from Iran, Afghanistan, China as well
I hope they didn’t come as sleepers to raise future hell.
School would lock down up to two times per day
Cars speeding through the streets, trying to get away.
High speed chases took ambulances far from town
Ambulances that were needed when a stroke struck grandma down.
Stolen trucks rode past miles of scrub brush and mesquite.
Maybe right through a fence, the special effects were neat.
When Trump came in, quiet was mostly restored
I have problems with some policies, but this one hits a chord.
Migrants are finding other ways, like through Vermont’s green
Or by visa overstays, maybe even a submarine.
You can’t stop the ocean - that’s plain to the eye:
But you can shape the shore to make the waves pass by.
We are born to crying
Tears smiles and pride
Live our lives hearts desire
Emotional roller coaster ride
Guidance from our elders
Often not absorbed
Until we make mistakes
Than are questions are ignored
So many paths to follow
So much to learn
Feed your brain
Buy a house money to earn
We all end the same
No air to breathe
Blood drained from our veins
For some it's magical
A ride of pure delight
Others drown senses
Obscuring every plight
Many blinded by
Lessons of life
Will make a second quest
On earth
souls torture and trife!
Death, the final frontier
Infinity is ended
You no longer
Have a care
The living are left
To clean and carry on
Make sense of it all
Long after you are gone.
The auditorium was filled
With every class in school.
On stage, a small TV set sat –
For sure, too miniscule.
The year was ’61 or 2,
A spaceship set to go,
With either Alan Shepard
Or John Glenn; I do not know.
But we’d been prepped and we were psyched;
We watched in silent awe,
Though only those in front were sure
Of what they really saw.
I though of that last night as I
Was fixed on my TV
To watch the capsule slowly drift
And plop into the sea.
To many younger folk, this wasn’t
Much of a big deal.
They couldn’t quite experience
What those my age did feel
Remembering so long ago
When space was the frontier
We thought we’d conquer, but that was
A different atmosphere.
And now, it's here- that day, austere,
when from your lives, I leave with drear,
these words I share with love- sincere,
for you, my lifetime, to revere.
Dear husband, try to persevere-
our hearts stay joined by Cupid's spear.
Hold close our memories, with cheer;
embrace, with love, each yesteryear.
My children, these last words appear
with strength; my love for you, right here
and from Beyond, remains, premiere;
I, part of you- shan't disappear.
Grandchildren five, how I endear
your special love- from far or near.
Through me, you came, another tier;
remember me- your pioneer.
Safeguard my paintings, for it's clear
they are my talent's souvenir.
What you can't keep, then volunteer
to nursing homes for atmosphere.
My poetry, please read, adhere
how love for words did engineer
some beauty, wisdom that may steer
your thoughts to form a peaceful sphere.
And, now I go- please have no fear;
from up above Earth's stratosphere,
where angels glide with wings so sheer-
I'll love you from Beyond's Frontier.
New Frontiers
8/14/2015
If new frontiers are what you seek
Are a TV freak or computer geek
Just look outside and there will be
New frontiers for you to see
There is a world not on flat screen
Not make believe on TV seen
It's waiting there you should partake
Just leave your house for goodness sake
The Homeless hungry you could aid
They will not bite don't be afraid
Talk to them and lend an ear
Cross into this new frontier
Another frontier you might try
Is to look your neighbors in the eye
Shake their hands and say hello
Might be someone you'd like to know
Imagine other new frontiers
That you might find throughout the years
These parting words I have to say
Technology's not the only way
Our spring delivers magic every year-
the time when we applaud its wake-up sign,
as overnight new buds seem to appear!
The days turn longer, warmer- and it's clear
Forsythia splash gold upon the vine!
Our spring delivers magic every year.
Soon, yellow Daffodils bring us more cheer;
sway in the breeze- so graceful by design-
as overnight new buds seem to appear!
The Violets, on lawns both far and near,
in clusters form- with clover they combine.
Our spring delivers magic every year.
And, Dogwood trees stage for a new premiere;
with blossoms- pink or white, look so divine-
as overnight new buds seem to appear.
The spring landscape becomes a new frontier,
when winter passes, gives up to consign-
our spring delivers magic every year-
as overnight new buds seem to appear.
April 12, 2022
Contest: Springtime Villanelle
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
The first of every January starts another unspoiled year
Just when I was feeling merry … righteous conscience interferes
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Racked by guilt of season’s folly, flush with sated appetite
Lulled by scent of pine and holly, culpable and self-contrite
Seeking for surcease of excess, craving of some penitence
Aching for some form of redress for my lack of common sense
Drawn to make obtuse commitment to a cause beyond my reach
Doomed to yearly disappointment … Fail to practice what I preach
Still, I think to change demeanor so I swear recurrent vow
Straighter, Taller! Faster, Leaner! I can do it ALL! (somehow)
Yet I lounge in comfy armchair, sweet (the siren’s call) beguiles
Apple pie and chocolate éclair, want and regret reconcile
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So? I’ve passed another milestone! So? My waist’s a new frontier!
Resolutions are just – postponed, I can always change
… next year!
December 3, 2018 Submitted for EARLY DECEMBER 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand