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Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”
(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).
she be smelling mighty good my dolores
she be my mexican chick from silver lake
man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me
her momma say she like me and my ford
I be driving a red ’46 super deluxe coupe
my catholic beads be hanging down from
the rearview mirror they tap like dancers
tonight she be dressed for eating burgers
my dolores she and her tight green dress
we be cruising the miracle mile for shows
when she say she want to see cary grant
i say you mad girl but let’s go to the plaza
in hollywood we can sit close in the lobby
we can listen to the organ music and kiss
maybe we see cary grant walking by there
maybe your big dream come true tonight
now we be kissing under fiery chandeliers
the flashy famous people be passing us by
the organ whining from a distant corridor
howling like a ghost in a greasy graveyard
my sweet dolores she be asking the time
when a pretty woman she sits down by us
i’m thinking she be a star at last i say hello
the blue-eyed babe she smile back at me
a red flower be pinned to her brown curls
here on a date she say to us smoking now
my babe say we be waiting for cary grant
now the girl say we might wait a long time
she say she saw him once at the florentine
she say he even tipped her a five dollar bill
man her deep blue sky eyes hypnotize me
now she say her date is outside in a sedan
be careful she say hollywood can be cruel
the organ music still be playing in whispers
moaning like pale ghost girls in a neon fog
Dear Griffin,
I clearly remember the first time we met. Jim had brought you at all of
four months of age to my families summer reunion. You were shy with
those striking bi-eyes and those massive white paws accentuated by
your thick brindle coating. Jim had purchased you from a local pet store,
not long after you had been flown to Maryland from a midwestern Indian
reservation where you were born. Those white paws were wobbly still as
they touched the unfamiliar grass and were overwhelmed by all the people
attention while your senses soaked in the great outdoors.
I was still in mourning for Tobin, my Australian shepherd dog but as each
day passed I grew more and more amused by your puppy antics as you
warmed your way into my life.
I also remember the day when Jim and I went to Rockville in the snow with
you to find a dog companion and were fortunate enough to find Izzie, a
ridgeback and your soul mate. From that first day, the two of you rough housed tirelessly and were inseparable for many years to come.
Griffin, I must admit that you presented a bit of a challenge to train after
Tobin who would have died in the stay command. Jim and I went to numerous trainings before you were molded into the obedient dog you became.
I was always in awe of your gentle nature and innate connection to
other wildlife. I remember the time a cow licked you thru the fence at the
Department of Agriculture and also how a deer sat down near you once in your dog paddock.
It's really hard to say good bye after fourteen years to such an integral member of our family. You have carved a special place in our hearts forever.
Until we meet again dear friend at the Rainbow bridge.
Rest in peace, Nancy
Come on OKPE and rise to the mountain top
How long will thy remain in the valley
Thy had been stuck and stagnant for ages
By the trauma's and flaws of our ancestors
Liberate your people from deceit of the past
Conquer our heart with truth for greatness
Come on OKPE and shine forth thy light
Illuminating every dark in the past
Bringing forth insights for creativity
Educate the minds of the youths for growth
To maintain within us peace, love and unity
Keeping us together against external forces.
Come on OKPE and portray thy greener pasture
How fertile is thy soil and people still hungry
How resourceful thy land and still lack finance
How brave and strong thy youths but still jobless
How long would hate lead us due to indifference
How much love we've got to share but seize to.
Come on OKPE and bind all thy people together in unity
North east west and south all in oneness for greatness
Selflessness over selfishness but same goals and spirit
So the next generation would be wiser and stronger
Ready and dedicated to carry out any given task easily
Building a standard and civilize nation with harmony.
Come on OKPE and portray thyself the pride of thy Nation
Showing the intelligence, knowledge and thy heritage
Soaring higher just like the eagle elevating the people
Restoring their father's land and replenishing thy mother's
Building and protecting thy people just like a griffin
seated in highest place, yeah can be the greatest People
Yeah are the chosen generation, royal priesthood, holy people
God's own special people, let's proclaim the praises of Him
who called us out of darkness into His marvelous light.
Any would be dictator can easily
close down an open and free society.
In order to do so 10 steps must be put into play
and these 10 steps are in place in America today.
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1. Invoke An Internal And External Threat
Mission Accomplished:
Our country is under attack by terrorists.
2. Create Secret Prisons Where Torture Takes Place
Mission Accomplished:
Detainee camps are in America and at the various off shore military base.
3. Develop A Paramilitary Force
Mission Accomplished:
BlackWater of course.
4. Surveill Ordinary Citizens
Mission Accomplished:
Our streets are now flooded with surveillance systems.
5. Infiltrate Citizens' Groups
Mission Accomplished:
Government moles have been documented spying on you.
6. Detain And Release Ordinary Citizens
Mission Accomplished:
This occurs at all airports over and over again.
7. Target Key Individuals
Mission Accomplished:
(eg., Valerie Plame, Drew Griffin, The Dixie Chick girls)
8. Restrict The Press
Mission Accomplished:
Many outspoken journalists are threatened with imprisonment or arrest.
9. Recast Criticism As Espionage And Dissent As Treason
Mission Accomplished;
Many protesters now arrested get charged with terrorism.
10. Subvert The Rule Of Law
Mission Accomplished:
Bush's bill signing statements has subverted US Constitutional Law like never before.
Joan Didion was an accomplished American writer
Wrote “The Year of Magical Thinking”, portrays a true fighter
Her first book -“Run, River”, her last -“Let me tell you what I mean"
Fiction, non-fiction, plays, screenplays, awards ~ much loved writing queen.
02.03.2022
(She was born on December 5, 1934 and passed away on December 23, 2021. In 2005, she won the National Book Award for Nonfiction and was a finalist for both the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Pulitzer Prize for "The Year of Magical Thinking". She later adapted the book into a play, which premiered on Broadway in 2007. In 2013, she was awarded the National Medal of Arts by President Barack Obama. Didion was profiled in the Netflix documentary "The Center Will Not Hold", directed by her nephew Griffin Dunne, in 2017.)
For Michelle Faulkner's "A Celebrity Epitaph" contest
you met each other at turning points in your lives
many would call that destiny
you'd found out you both had so much in common
you then entered into matrimony
you were both from modest means
but the most important thing
is that you both had a shared love for God
on one accord like two peas in a pod
after leaving college you both went to work
an assumed leadership in a southern baptist church
but that was not the end of the story
because for you both continued to God the glory
one day you were blessed with a cute little baby
you called her Angel for she was a perfect little lady
then the Lord told you to pick up your staff and rod
for He had a new mission for His two peas in a pod
God sent you a vision He sent you a dream
you then received a request from a church named Berean
you were compelled to venture forth
the voice of the Lord told you both to go north
and upon following God's appointing
you both received another blessed anointing
the Lord gifted you with another precious baby girl
whom you proceeded to name Ariel
and now with your family situation complete
there would be other challenges for you both to meet
and as long as you both continue to honor and love the Lord God
He will be the strongest vine for His two peas in a pod
it's another year and you've gotten a little older
and your faith in the Lord God has gotten a little bolder
you might have a little bit more of a middle age spread
you might even have a few more gray hairs on your head
but don't sweat the small stuff Pastor it's going to be okay
for you have made it through to another birthday
the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
just stay in the game of life until the victory has been won
you've preached from many a pulpit for over 30 years
you've always say that God is real and in your heart you hold Him dear
you've given us the word and have moved us in a good way
and that's why we're gathered here in love to celebrate your birthday
yet the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
so here's to you Pastor Griffin on your fifty-first one
you raised two good daughters, one's in college and the other is about to wed
you might feel like you're losing a child but you're gaining a son-in-law instead
you've been married to a beautiful woman of God for more than half your life
and for that accomplishment alone you should give all the glory to the Lord Christ
yet those buzzards are probably circling Pastor but with you God's not done
and may you continue to preach the gospel of God for another fifty-one
The whisper went through the warriors like lighting of the night
Most knew rumors of the beast, but had not had him in their sight
The valiant gathered and headed into the woods, ready to be brave
More actually turned their blade and hid shaking in an everglade.
Is it the skeletal griffin? Someone asked me. As if I was in the know.
We walked through the meadow, trailing the ones whose courage show.
I did not know, but there was an absolute feeling of death in the air.
Being empathic, I could feel it, for to others I always care.
“It is he," the knowing woods breathed into the ethers, in a sudden way.
Without a doubt more than one of us would die before the break of day.
We marched, the six of us, knights sworn to uphold honor and be fair.
Finally saw the monster, he was coming out of a grave like lair.
He hissed and was as terrible as any champion we had ever seen.
Sensed he was here to kill us, was doing his duty, not being mean.
What do you need? I asked as he breathed fire into the night.
He turned enormous green eyes upon me, and I nearly died of fright.
Dear Kathy Griffin,
I love you I do
But you're the only one
That did this to you
You can hem and you can haw
Place blame on them all
But your foot in your mouth
Is the cause of your fall
That flaming red hair
Along with the face of blue
And those crocodile tears
That you keep letting loose
Are turning us off
More than you ever thought
You might want to try and sell
This farm you have bought
You say womanhood is your victim
Of that I have doubts
And do you really kiss your mother
With that filthy mouth
A word of advice
To the not so glamorous wise
And that ain't no lie
Quit blaming the old white guy
One day this may blow over
And you'll count your lucky stars
But not before this galaxy
Does its best to forget who you are
Sincerely, Mike
P.S. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself...
In the spring of 1880 young Clifford Griffin immigrated from England to Colorado.
The death of his fiancee left him bereft and he was searchin' for his El Dorado.
He settled in Silver Plume where he and his brother bought the Seven Thirty Mine.
Clifford and his brother Heneage became very rich from ore that assayed very fine!
With all his riches, Clifford chose to live in his lonely cabin above the town.
His only companion was his treasured violin which he played with some renown!
His melancholy melodies wafted down from his mountain aerie 'most every night,
To be heard by the whiskey-guzzlin' hard-scrabble miners to their delight!
Clifford always dressed in black, enjoyed fine cigars and was quite the dashin' bloke!
He seemed content with his solitary life and in business was as solid as an oak!
Alas, death cast its gloomy pall high above Silver Plume one moonlit night.
Instead of sweet violin music, a single shot was heard that left the town affright!
Next morn his mortal remains were found in a grave he'd dug for himself alone.
His heart-broken brother found the pistol with which his brains he had blown.
A grand monument was erected atop the mountain just above Silver Plume,
At the very spot where Clifford lay midst the ponderosa and Columbine bloom!
Mysterious events now occur on that lonely mountainside accordin' to local lore!
'Tis said on moonlit nights sad violin music is heard below on the valley floor!
Folks have seen a black-clad phantom smokin' a cigar and drawin' a bow,
Playin' melancholy music and a wraith in Clifford's likeness a-swayin' to and fro!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Carol Eastman's "Story Poem" Contest