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The Check is in the Mail
Authored by Chuck Keys
At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed,
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide. God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain,
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud
Louder and more intense with each breadth
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up,
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago,
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out
Never allowed to be his own,
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?)
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
We cry for what was taken but can never be returned
Not wanting to be raised above or over,
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail,
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
The storm is here and now.
A debt of honor is due,
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy,
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence,
The lack of housing and work,
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.
The storm continues with its blinding rage,
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly,
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.
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there's a town named "Accident"
in Garrett County, Md.
they teach piano lessons there
SHe told me jis name was
Buceta Grande
come somma cazzo
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She calls me Darling
I call her Kitten
I try to keep her smitten
in the bed or in the kitchen
The Ozark 10 is a group of people who
done decided that they were goona
BBQ this summer at least once a week
even if someone pre-cooks
the food the day of
to have summer suppers all summer
Written by Leonidas R Trey
Piano Player
and Cantar(
(I usaully sing Tenor so that
the contrabassoon don't
tease me so much)
He knows he has to run; it’s imperative.
He sprints down a trail,
passing tall pines on both sides.
His eyes dart everywhere around himself
as he surveys every large rock or bush
that he goes dashing past.
There is so much undergrowth.
How can he leave this path?
Yet he knows he will inevitably
have to.
It is growing dark – too dark.
What can he do? What can he do?
He stops and allows for his ears
to listen.
Every little sound arouses suspicion.
Before the sun drops,
he will have to leave the path,
and so he scuttles, first to the right of it,
paying close attention to places
where a person might hide.
Behind rocks, thick trunks, even bushes
where a person would be able to squat low.
He finds nothing.
He knows his pace is very fast.
He needs to switch to the other side of the path.
How did he let this happen?
With great frustration, he hears
his heart drumming fury.
Panting, he scurries around the densest areas,
his eyes doing a sweep of every spot -
for any place where one could stoop down.
Aha, he spies it – almost invisible
behind tall weeds – a sort of cavity
in this woods of endless ground cover.
With a bound,
he reaches it.
Immediately, he perks up his ears.
He discerns with great relief
an almost imperceptible moan.
The girl, hands still tied behind her back,
crouches in utter terror inside a shallow cave.
If she had escaped, he would have been
for the rest of his life
(figuratively speaking)
on the run.
I greet the morning with anticipation, bubbles
of excitement inside, straining forward to walk
outside and stroll among the flowers my hands
have planted and cared for over the past years,
the weigela from our youngest daughter, tomato
plants from her daughter, the dill we placed nearby
to warn off bugs, the orange rose bush from Aunt
Juanita, as happy in my yard as hers, my mother’s
petunias, flowering almond, and variegated sedum,
four Alberta spruce, grown several times their size
as when my brother gave them to me, prior to his
quiet acceptance of death after he lost the battle
with brain tumor. A hibiscus bush, with its dinner-
plate-size blooms, the longed-for weeping willow,
living strong where two others before had perished,
a pink, wild-rose ground cover, spreading more each
summer, the crape myrtle my husband hauled in from
another state, azalea bushes thriving after many false
starts, spring clematis in deep burgundy, and another
September one of miniature white stars, framing the
arch given to me by our only son-in-law on Mother’s
day, the red rose climber from our eldest son, mums
everywhere, joining the celebration of season’s end,
as I now contemplate the closeness and inevitability
of my own.
Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room!
And clear the clutter out, so I may see!
And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee!
Life threatens to collapse in, with a Boom!
Like Aspen, that arise after a fire,
Or ground-cover that sprouts from ash and dust
Or sweet alyssum permeates the must
About the room, through window of desire,
So, pray I, browse the pages of my mind,
And grope for answers to luck, fate and hope
And grub for words, and wish I were A. Pope...
There is a solace, that I sometimes find
That tells me, Love is easier than this
O! HOW can Love be EASY, when it spurs?
O! How an outside dog be free from burrs?
And yet, I know it's true! How soft the kiss
My Love gave me, that made me blow the motes
Away, swing wide the sash, let in the day...
Away! With all the piles that naysay!
And sheaves of papers bearing scribbled notes!
...Some say Tolkien, himself, could not sort well,
He lost some of the Ring in managing...
He buried his notes, his housekeeper did fling
Some part of Frodo's past? (I'll never tell!)
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UPDATED/FIXED/REWRITTEN IN A FIT OF DESPERATION 2/22/2019
Submitted for: Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
September brings cheers, Mother Nature’s woven tapestry of earth tone colours and first day of school of learning new things. By_Poet
Warm, cornflower blue September skies,
Chase away end of summer
Escorting in the beginning of
Unruffled, cool, wet, autumn
Shortening the days.
Days of exhausting work
From dusk until dawn
Bring a successful abundant harvest
As summer closes.
Touch of living gaze and jump into
An intricate maze of crescendo color,
Flickering in a tangled blaze
Of whispering filigreed leaves.
Mother Nature's natural unspoiled
Watercolor weft tapestry.
The air creeps along
Filled with tickled laughter
Bring shedding leaves down
Onto the ground cover.
Rainy, and sunny filled days
Raise a gentle favouring breeze
Journey under gray and orange skies.
Nature's essence,
Of harmony and rhythm
A soul of perfection beneath
Shadowed shade and sigh
The flow of rapture proceeds in joy.
Children go back to school
On the big yellow bus
Driving the bus driver crazy.
8/29/2019
''T'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Original title: September
Asters litter beds in rainbow colours
Berries red and black slowly growing
Clover adding bright patches of green
Daisy's dotting the rolling lawns
Enchanting us with their beauty
Fox gloves waving their wands of trumpets
Gerbera brightly show the sun their faces
Hibiscus blown by gentle hot breezes sway
Irises joining in glinting and glimmering
Jasmine flowers spreading out profusely as
Kale fish swim in the pond flashing colour
Lilies floating gracefully give them shelter
Mums giving ground cover to the rolling banks with
Narcissus poking out between them while the
Orange hues of asters are a delightful background for
Peonies some tall most very short nestle beneath
Quince flowers, still their tight buds vie with
Roses stately and wafting perfume clouds around
Snapdragons closing their petals over insects
Tansy's rarely seen now a days, here do thrive and
Uniformly line the garden paths whilst timid
Violets of deep purple shyly peek out and the
White tulips dance amid the rest under hedges of
Xylosma giving height and deep shade for plants
Zinnia's with rings of colour exploding
04/24/2014 by Shadow Hamilton
contest What's in your garden placed 1st
OLD TREE
Tell of this marvelous acre
The which surrounded by neighborhood
Where stands the giant old tree
No living soul can remember a time of sprouting
The time long before neighborhood
For all anyone knows the old tree has always
been there
Center of the mystic plot
And the ground cover renews year by year
In a green emerald density
Here reside the burrowers, climbers, flyers, Chance residents of nature’s renewal
Year after year those hungry come and go
Come and go
Now witness this confrontation –
One fine black cat
Eyes ablaze, quietly watching
And a ground squirrel
Peering down from half way up the old tree
Trunk
Chattering about who knows what,
But cock sure the old tree is quite eternal,
will always aid escape
Three black crows at tree top taunt, screech
down
The drama plays out daily,
Has done so for countless ages
Then, in some celestial silence
Should old sky reaching giant speak
It would say,
“I am here”
Dave Austin
Statement of mind
Frightening awareness of everything that is lost
An abundant memory of mistakes that cost
A charade of a life that is and what turned to dust
Chamber music playing in the mind as an audience hushed
The truth of your reality is about to be played in the theatre rushed
Deliver me and protect me under this house then teach to be crushed
I go silently about my business in my mind till interruption pushed
Awareness of a futile world becomes my strain as I lie on the cusp
Heaven and hell is a place on earth but tired of both I mistrust
Rotting leaves on the muddy ground cover the dead like a crust
Skeletons below us reminds me that love once had was that so just
Believe me when I say not one sunrise I will awake encouraged with trust
If hell is a place in the mind then I have been there and scarred and crossed
My theory is that once given you have for eternity but be careful of pretty paintings that you brushed
Form:
Warm, cornflower blue September skies,
Chase away end of summer
Escorting in the beginning of
Unruffled, cool, wet, autumn
Shortening the days.
Days of exhausting work
From dusk until dawn
Bring a successful abundant harvest
As summer closes.
Touch of living gaze and jump into
An intricate maze of crescendo color,
Flickering in a tangled blaze
Of whispering filigreed leaves.
Mother Nature's natural unspoiled
Watercolor weft tapestry.
The air creeps along
Filled with tickled laughter
Bring shedding leaves down
Onto the ground cover.
Rainy, and sunny filled days
Raise a gentle favouring breeze
Journey under gray and orange skies.
Nature's essence,
Of harmony and rhythm
A soul of perfection beneath
Shadowed shade and sigh
The flow of rapture proceeds in joy.
Children go back to school
On the big yellow bus
Driving the bus driver crazy.
8/29/2019