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Already the month
of August 2018,
May never become
a je June'm
(Forget-me-not)
time of year,
especially for nouveau
homeless and,
penniless residents,
(now more like worrier),
who reside in the
(burnt to a crisp)
Golden State where,
towering uncontrollable
wild fire infernos veer
really did tax mental,
physical, and spiritual
oye vey iz mare (to
the bajillion power
of Google Plex) their
heirlooms, mementos,
and trappings of
das kapital lifestyle
went up in smoke,
which tragedy didst seer
the eyes (yes, iz traumatic,
but also the air)
looms with toxic
particulate matter,
though concerned former
propertied owners
(now ashen faced)
as utter grief doth rear
a scorched (bumping) ugly head,
yet the onset of Autumn,
(and the main
purport of this poem)
(oh my dog, that twill be
in approximately three weeks,
when Eastern Orthodox Church
denotes beginning of ecclesiastical
annum mull house
for straight or *****
(these times opening
doors to LGBT, or GLBT
(an initialism that
stands for lesbian,
gay, bisexual, and transgender),
nonetheless history
replete with app pear
chock full of factoids such as:
September (Latin septem,
"seven") with near
exhaustive steeped in
pagan glory of antiquity.
Ancient Roman observances
for September include:
Ludi Romani, originally celebrated
September 12 - September 14,
later extended to
September 5 to September 19.
In 1st century BC, an extra day added
in honor of deified
Julius Caesar on 4 September.
Epulum Jovis held: September 13.
Ludi Triumphales held: September 18–22.
Septimontium celebrated September, and
December 11 on later calendars
September called "harvest month"
in Charlemagne's calendar.
September corresponds partly to
Fructidor and partly to Vendémiaire
of first French republic.
On Usenet, September 1993
(Eternal September) never ended.
September called Herbstmonat,
harvest month, in Switzerland.
The Anglo-Saxons called
month Gerstmonath,
barley month, that crop
then usually harvested.
“Women can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.”
“Man, he lives in jerks-baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk-gets a farm and looses his farm, an’ that’s a jerk. Woman, its all one flow, like a stream, little eddies, little waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
She is a River
She flows from the hearts of the people
In the hope of preserving justice for all
On the battle-scarred Potomac
Where we became a nation
With her brave and unselfish history of law and order
Her tributaries lead through the deltas
Of the San Joaquin and Sacramento
Bending and stretching with assurance
Curving through the fruitful valleys
Of the golden state of promise
As she rose to the heights of public service
She rolls along the mighty Mississippi
Tendering southern resistance along the Missouri
In the heartland of the American farmer
Who has forgotten the words of equity
She channels rushing into a new economy
Diving into the waters of the Hudson
Unafraid of the rich and wealthy corporations
And its leaders that have exploited the common man
She runs with strength and fortitude
Surging with the untamed rapids of conviction
Where the headwaters of the great Columbia
Blends with the Snake River
Where the wilderness and our historical presence
Will be cherished and unabused
She forges through the frozen tributaries with
Her communion to the uninviting wilderness of the Yukon
And the tropical warmth of Hanalei rivers
Becoming the spirit of great explorers who have made America
The heartland of discovery
And in reaching the oceans of disparity
She breaches our common boundaries
Flowing beyond the seas with diplomacy and civility
To find the rest of the world as a worthy friend
So that the rivers of democracy find a resting place
She is a river of life and the world as we know it
Her tides and eddies nurture all that is truthful, kind and just
Harnessing the power of democracy for us all
She is the watershed for the world
That unifies us together as one
I’m from the great state of Texas, the biggest and the best.
No other place is like it, be either east, north, south, or west.
I went to California, to see the golden state.
I even seen that bridge out there, one called the golden gate.
I realized really quick, I wasn’t happy here.
So I turned my truck right around, and for Texas I did steer.
As I reached El Paso town I stopped and had a bean.
And admired the senoritas there, the prettiest I think I’ve ever seen.
I kept on heading east I guess, I drove for days and days.
Big D is just up ahead, the lights are all ablaze.
The Cowboys must be playing home tonight, I think I’ll check it out.
Victoriously they won their game, but was there any doubt.
I left that town, heading south to Corpus, the city by the sea.
I longed to see the sandy shores of Padre, a place so dear to me.
I guess I must be getting close, I smell the briny air.
Corpus is the place I love, with people kind and fair.
I stayed and got my rest, I stayed for two whole nights.
I decided San Antone I’d visit next, and just check out her sights.
I wanted to see the Alamo, but saw the dome instead.
What was I really thinking, twas rocks inside my head.
Laredo was next on the list, lowest point on the Texas map.
Upon this map I’m looking at I see a two inch gap.
If I left early enough in the morn, I should make it in a day.
Well here I am in this border town, reckon here is where I’ll stay.
It’s good to be back home again where the scorpions and rattlers play.
They’re just a common site for us we see them every day.
I once had me an old snake nearly eight foot long, I taught him how to fetch.
He must a been getting old cause he’d tire real quick of this game of catch.
One day I threw it out I guess a little too far.
He got ran over , poor old thing was killed by a car.
...They told us to hate those people
who take a risk to make profit,
that instead we should idolize
those who say they’re socialist.
Bu t I look a their history,
and it’s utterly insane,
just blood, and death, and prison camps
wherever their ideas did rein.
Twenty-five million Russian souls,
sixty-five million Chinese,
and all they brought to those who lived
was oppression and poverty.
Even within our own cities,
where the far-left runs roughshod,
we see feces, typhus, and decay;
once great towns now just left to rot.
Detroit has become a ruin,
San Francisco smells of dung,
Los Angeles covered in trash,
the Golden State has gone all bunk.
That’s what they want me to worship?
It’s a plague that should be abhorred,
besides that, it’s immoral to
have economics based on force.
The capitalist freely trades,
both sides agree or it’s no-go,
price itself becomes a language
so all of the people can know
how much something may be valued,
what is and is not in demand,
giving them a general idea,
so they can make a living, plan.
And the mass of competition
responds to the people’s needs,
does not need to be ‘ordered to,’
it responds automatically.
It’s what lifted civilization,
there’s no arguing with that,
without it we’d still ride horses,
and electricity we’d lack.
Those fools want us to reject this,
when it makes our nation great?
I’ll save my rage for leftists that
dare try to tell me who to hate.
Those judgments are mine alone.
Time And Space
In the class rooms from the very first grade,
we played with trucks and toys in the sand box
We learned side by side to read, write, and do math
At recess, we took to the swings and merry go rounds
We were just boys, so far removed from becoming men
For a long while, it was simply about friendships and sports
At seventeen, separation began as I set sail in search of my new world
Years passed and opportunities knocked; the space between us stretched
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives
Some of us went North, searching for a better life in The Windy City
There were a few who stayed close to home, in their familiar South.
Dreaming of sweet fruits, some went East toward The Big Apple.
And me? I went every direction until settling West, where eagles nest.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
From 2000 miles away, I have sadly gone to too many funerals.
Does knowing the ‘pain of distance’ make a difference? Only God knows.
From a distance, I have gladly returned for far too few family reunions.
For nearly forty years, from The Golden State, I have visited family and friends.
But I have been partitioned from friends, unseen since early childhood.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
06092016 PS Contest, Distant Things, by John Lawless
America By the Square Foot
We here in this part of the country,
love God and stand for the flag.
We here in this part of the country,
honor the military,
help widows and orphans...
and tar and feather,
lowlife liars,
posing as Politian's,
for the betterment
of erasing all things
worth believing in
or standing up for.
If you want to know my state,
my county, my city or town,
it is not far from where you live.
Where you have taken up residence,
behind walls that we paid for,
and think we will be okay,
with continuing to dish out cash to,
as you put US(a) out into the streets,
covered with the dung of humans.
Creating new jobs in your neighborhood,
is to apply for the cleanup squad.
They should have called the Ghostbusters,
and consumed the ectoplasm that has
invaded ALL of the golden state,
taking away its shine forever.
Read your history,
silly rich folk.
It did not go well for the elite of Europe,
as they fell to plague and disaster,
at the hands of their own stupidity,
now repeated...
embracing leprosy,
typhus,
hepatitis,
measles,
and the new sickness,
racism and hypocrisy rampant...
among the elite,
currently in office.
IT IS ME
XXXXXXXX
With all the adversities in life, became a woman with an
open mind, a kind heart, a care free spirit and a teachable soul.
Oldest sister of six brothers and two sisters, strong willed mother
of four; two sons and two daughters, raising them all alone and
grandmother of seven; four boys and three girls.
Lover of nature’s beauty, the beauty of His creations,
like the glorious sunset, the colorful autumn leaves, the azure
sky, the splendor of the rose, the magnificent butterflies.
Lover of strong women and passionate people.
Feel profound happiness when dancing, feel great looking
good dressing up and feel excited learning something new.
Dislike snakes and digital stuff being from old school and
detest people living in lies, believing others, not themselves.
An aesthetic person appreciating beauty in art, music,
literature, photography, fashion and like to travel to learn
more about culture and explore the spectacular scenic views.
Resident of Golden State in the West Coast. XXXXX
8/1/21 This Is Who I Am Poetry
L. Milton Hankins
In 2016, the Golden State Warriors returned from the brink of defeat. Down by Oklahoma three games to one, they achieved an incredible feat.
Who would have believed they would shortly share an identical scenario? Yes , they too were defeated when Cleveland portrayed the NBA horror.
Great teams, recovering from sore defeats, believe there's always tomorrow. They learn to rise from the ashes, and dismiss their agony and their sorrow.
Often, if they believe and don't give up, tomorrow may arrive the same day; Like Boston's Brady Bunch, who revived to beat the Falcons in a remarkable way.
And then there were the Cubs, downed by the Indians three games to one. Who would have believed that Cleveland would go on to win none?
05082017 PS; Contest, Sports Shorts, Joseph Soper
One moment to be
This moment I breathe
Put on glasses & glance to see
As I say I'm sweating success &
decree
Woahw,they be looking for
faults
I'm choking over their words
Charge me with herts not volts
This mind is for goodness God
molds
Now Of late I barely see my
path
I was on a quest to finding
Thabo
But he was locked in a cage of
wrath
Living dark-light from sorrow
I feed this seed within my soul
I circulate this hallow doubtful
hole
I consist of fire from life's hard
coal
This heart is iced up as south
pole
Criticized like some public
opinion poll
Success is my only option
Failure's not
Not "gentleman"-he went for
adoption-I now take the big
shot.
prosperity & I are tying the knot
No love in my life's court
As long as there's breathe
within this simple body
I shall lose myself through lights
with Phalodi
I'll find myself in aftermath's
recovery
Then Testify of this path as a
new discovery
I lost fate
But still I remain great
So I seek no mate
losing me Is a gate
Leading me to escalate
..To a new golden state
Two unknown strangers paired together to be in love but to only realized it was really untrue
love baby oh baby oh I love you this endlessly love you are the one who parallel with me side by side you point in the right direction you are the reason why I am smiling from ear to ear/ you made me better/ my renaissance the key to my heart. That was good old days now it’s just another off day
I don’t care about this lost anymore
“You better forget it” I can’t find easy love no more motivational speeches from you I am riding along these big gold wheels trying make that big leap back to the golden state bridge/I just came close to the edge I had to close my eyes and take another day off / How about now?/you upset me because I am unattached to you/ see you wasn’t focus on me you were to close with your EX/ You to wanted rekindle your past love while we were both together now we are both unpaired I hope you find that pot of gold you were looking for now I see you on the other side of the Bay/ Yeah i can you looking.