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How many times can a heart break?
How many times can it heal?
It is not something you can fake.
Not something you want to feel.
Falling in love there's more to learn.
Just ask anyone you know.
Sooner or later comes your turn.
All part of the greater show.
Some think they can play a good game.
Fool around and take the fall.
To find things cannot be the same.
When you find you're not as tall.
One day we look back with new eyes.
To see the one we don't know.
Instead of dealing with the lies.
We go with the famous flow.
The suffering in all our lives.
written in a persons' face.
Like from space the falling of knives.
When life is a constant chase.
date: 6/13/21
Do they blame another for their aging,
painful life? No!
This is only what the untransformed
aging do, instead of making things right.
Hurting close friends like a shive to
another poets’ beating heart?
Complainers and whiners as each day
starts?
No, no they are not at like this!
Some do thank God, as the sun rises with
a prayer kiss!
They bury hurt and aggravation.
Striving to be a part of a stronger nation!
10/15/2021
7/28/22
Way off in dream land
Excuse me, if I seem sad
As well as happen to be mad
Still, got it done with my free hand
Despite there being little if any peace had
Problems minimized or growing fast
In person or going off a photograph
Most quick to let go with no holding back
Regardless of if they know the half
Give me a ton of room
As I live free under sun and moon
They think that I'm just a goon
Always they judge much too soon
Fast to call me dumb and rude
Yet you wonder why others come unglued
In the future will there be much water and abundant food?
Time I deliver crushing news
This is something true
You'll just be another one to lose
If you never ing move
Regardless of having on running shoes
Instead of cutting loose
Ready to handle what ensues
Never once had trust in fools
Often relied on clutching tools
Learning just about nothing in schools
Despite all the cues
Would you see a bigger picture with any clues
Do what you choose
Ya'll so easily amused
Following the same old ruse
Like me and booze
For awhile I was confused
Continuing to snooze
Until I started to muse
Then took a cruise
Barefoot or with shoes
Eventually it started to fuse
After paying my dues
Reactive over most stuff
People quick to disclose much
Know what
For the longest time I always gave no s
I had to grow up
Instead of doing donuts
Close and far from a snow hut
Risking it all, relying on my own luck
Often could've led to death from a misstep the throat cut
Yo cuz
Close and far from a rose bud
Never hit a home run
Died beside a blood soaked gun
In a pool of his own blood
Over a feud that was so dumb
After living a life where he wanted it, but got no love
I love to let my mind wander in the morning…while I walk the streets alone…
I never know where it will lead me…you might say my mind has a mind of its own.
Sometimes it leads to my friends, my children, my grandchildren…my wife.
other times it leads to God, love, war, hate or other mysteries of life.
Then there are mornings like this morning…where before my walk is done…
My mind, by the kind of questions it asks, decided to have a little fun.
Does the moon ever wonder about how she phases in and out…
does she ever ask herself why?
Is there a star that ever feels lonely and wishes for a friend to share the sky?
Is there a bird who’s ever wished she could sing a different song…
or that her music came with words?
Is there a cricket who’s ever wondered what it’d be like to be a bird?
Is there a snake who's ever wished he could walk instead of crawl?
Is there an evergreen whose ever wished she could be filled with color in the fall?
After listening to the voices of so many other animals…
is there a rabbit out there who wishes he had a voice too?
Is there an owl who wishes he could ask What, When, Where or How…
instead of always asking Who?
Are the clouds in the night happy being white or would another color they prefer?
Does the wind ever wish her beauty could be seen…or is she happy only being heard?
Is the water in the ocean at night happy being dark…or would it prefer to glow?
When not walking beside, behind or in front of me…where does my shadow go?
I never know where my mind will take me…where its wonderings will roam
from the time I step out my front door…until I find my way back home.
But it’s fun on mornings…like this morning…
with my untethered mind as my guide…
to let it lead
while I sit back
hold on tight
and just enjoy the ride.
Musicianship
(3 May 2014; For my son Steven, an ACCOMPLISHED guitarist)
Real musicianship can truly drive you nuts—
There really are no “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”.
Practice, study, memorize, then more practice--
Is this just an obsession or complete madness?
Learning chord inversions, arpeggios, and scales
Is like reaching Heaven by crossing through seven Hells.
It wouldn’t be bad if there were only a dozen majors,
But there’s also those other dozen minors.
What’s worse, it seems we’re never finished
Because there’s also augmented and diminished,
The major/minor/augmented/dominant sevenths.
And symmetrical double-flatted diminished sevenths,
And if this harmonic mess is not enough,
All those dissonant Jazz chords get really tough…
Such as the sustained seconds and fourths,
The sevenths add nines, sixths, blah-blah-blah, elevenths.
And if learning all this isn’t already extraordinary,
There’s music theory and music vocabulary.
Instead of just saying “get louder”, you have to “crescendo”,
Or for “fast” or “slow” you say “allegro” or “lento”.
Then there are names like Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian,
Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian, and Locrian.
(All being modes derived from scale C-major,
Plus each major scale also has a relative minor)
Multiple pattern exercises on guitar fretboards
Are even worse than finger drills on piano keyboards.
Worse, the string tuning on a six-string acoustic guitar
Is not quite the same as on a 4/5/6/7-string bass guitar.
It’s hard to get up on stage and routinely play
That same song, for the umpteenth time, in an inspiring way.
No wonder musicians seem to all suffer manic-depression,
From trying to play a full sets with unique expression.
All the advances in music equipment and technology
Bless and curse musicians like two-edged swords, you see,
Because all this work they do to sound like a maestro or genius
Can be counterfeited on a computer by a musical ignoramus.
But computer geeks won’t ever find that special place,
That fugue-like subtle sacred state of grace,
Which for brief moments is like deep meditation.
No, that’s the forbidden domain of the real musician.
To suggest that musicians all are just “gifted” naturally,
Is the absolute superlative worst insulting irony.
Truly, real musicianship can drive you nuts—
No, there really are no “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”.
Your
Mischief
Surpassed mine
Made me crazy
So hard and sublime
Do you think I am slow?
Made me angry, made me pout
When you whipped your big mischief out
Too bad you are my younger cousin
I cannot replace you by the dozen
You dear, are the mischief making queen
I have spit, stomped, stamped, yelled and screamed
No one tops your insane ways
I will try every day
I will sneak around
Until I top
Your mischief-
Ous ways
Yes!
This is formed like a Ninette, however, it is like an expanded ninette because instead of a ninette’s traditional 9 lines, I have turned this into nineteen lines. A traditional ninette starts with a small word,
Adding one syllable to each line until the fifth line, then it changes and decreases each line by one syllable.
Written 9/8/2018 Nina Parmenter’s Contest
A Form of Mischief
Okay everyone, on the count of three... giggle!
Did you do it?
If you did, I bet you feel better, right?
Laughter does wonders for the soul
It's like sunshine after a rain
Remember a smile is a frown upside down
Bet THAT made you giggle!
If you're looking to complain about something
I'm not interested!
Only happy stuff resides here
Even the word 'giggle' makes you giggle
And when you giggle, you jiggle
I'm on a crusade
Instead of 'down' say 'up'
Instead of 'sad' be 'glad'
Instead of 'no' say 'yes'
You won't believe how it changes your world
In closing, and I'm sorry I must
Even though I'm having a wonderful time
If you only remember one thing from all of this
Happy people live longer
More time to annoy all the cranky people
So stand in front of a mirror and giggle
The more you giggle, the more you jiggle
The more you jiggle, the more you giggle
So giggle my friends, GIGGLE!!!
(Bet you're smiling!)
@Jack Ellison 2012
Vandyke oak tree, burgundy’s of Vandyke reds,
browns and gold’s; painted canvas in the sky;
a tower of crispy colors.
When you shed for winter, your secrets are revealed.
Each curve of limb reveals a story;
each knothole, an injury from your past.
Squirrel home sits on branch-roadways;
he’ll never get his mail, with no house number;
if he had one, he could order delivery
instead of hoarding so much food.
Old oak bending to the winds whims,
rocks squirrel to sleep at night.
I spy an occasional winged traveler
among the secrets; a robin left behind by the flock.
It watches through my window;
I know he wants to come in, but robins
are not house broken and
they do not use a cat box or toilet.
I send him a mental message to build in
the Holly or Spruce tree; I hope he is listening.
Oak had lost its Vandyke warmth.
In Spring, a new start will hide all birds;
for now, robin must seek other real estate.
(to the tune of the Doors' "Hello I Love You")
Aloe, I love you ‘cause you conquered my itch.
Aloe, I love you, it was making me twitch.
Aloe, from Calamine, you made me switch.
Aloe, my life you know you helped to enrich.
Mosquito bites or hives –
It’s nice to know when the aloe arrives
You’ll get some quick relief
And a little respite from your grief…
Aloe, I love you ‘cause you conquered my itch.
Aloe, I love you, it was making me twitch.
Aloe, from Calamine, you made me switch.
Aloe, my life you know you helped to enrich.
You might have poison ivy
Or a rash from someplace divey.
A bout of chicken pox or measles, too –
You’d get some comfort if you just knew…Ahhhhhh…..
That aloe helps to cool things down,
Turns your lips to smile instead of frown,
Just a little dab seems to do the trick
And its magic starts to work real quick.
Aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe
I love you
Aloe – I need you, baby
Aloe – aloe – aloe – aloe.
by Khalil "The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind."
The teacher I remember as the best
stood out easily from all the rest.
She taught creative writing. At that time,
I had no clue when older how I’d love to rhyme.
She’d have us sit in a circle, for that
encouraged students more to want to chat.
Instead of seeing others from the rear,
we got to see the faces of each peer.
In our giant circle, we would discuss
our own opinions, and it is a plus
when students can feel comfortable and free
to say what’s on their mind; that’s great to me!
After learning different ways to write,
we’d write at home, and it was a delight
to share our poems and short stories too
with one another and get points of view.
On work I handed in, feedback I would get.
Critiques this teacher gave to us, and yet
I felt this teacher cared for us because
she helped us know our strengths, not just our flaws.
Our teacher made class fun with games we played.
With these activities, our teacher made
us be creative, for she did not preach.
I hope like her I’ve been wise when I teach.