Long Juan Poems

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Premium Member A Dad's Letter To His Marine

Son, I'm so proud that you elected to serve in the United States Marines.
Military service is a family tradition - it just happens to be in our genes!
Your forefathers have worn the uniform since the genesis of this nation.
All were privileged to serve, feeling that it was their solemn obligation!

One of your distant relatives served as a lieutenant in The Revolution.
He lost an arm at Brandywine to boost this nation's glorious evolution!
A soldier on your mother's side was a sergeant in the Battle of New Orleans.
In letters he told of subsisting on meager rations of rancid pork and beans!

A grandfather shouldered a musket in the Mexican War affair.
Another, a corporal of cavalry in the Union Army served with elegant flair!
In the Spanish-American fray, one of your kin charged up San Juan Hill.
Your great grandpa led a platoon in World War One with consummate skill!

Your granddad was a fighter pilot in the South Pacific and became an ace,
And he later soared as an astronaut through the vast reaches of space!
I was privileged to serve as an army chaplain during the Korean War.
Your Aunt Sarah served with distinction in Viet Nam with the Nurses Corps!

So, you see son, you have a distinguished heritage upon which to build,
Serving all humankind to ensure that our quest for liberty is fulfilled!
Godspeed, Marine!  Here's my old wartime copy of the Twenty-Third Psalm.
When assailed from all sides, it will provide you with great solace and calm!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 4 in Gail Doyle's "Writing A Heartfelt Poem To A Soldier" Contest
July 2012
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Purple Reign

There is no plum-colored ermine trimmed cloak to be worn, 
and no one's pen is a royal scepter which gems will adorn.
Poets are just ordinary people whose creations are born
from their creative thoughts when hearts are joyful or torn.

There is no regal king to obey when he makes a demand,
nor an army to do his bidding when he barks out a command.
No captains are needed to shout orders. We're all a deckhand.
Court jesters at midnight hour, dipping quills in an inkstand.

So, whether your name is Don Juan, Petunia Pig, or Lil Wayne,
none of us should be proclaiming we're flying the airplane
If it's a throne any of you seek, your attempted coup is in vain.
I only speak for myself when I advocate for "No Purple Reign."
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

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Works, Compositions,Artist, Musicains and business minded people. Sceince and math of music







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Fela Sowande, J.H. Kwabena Nketia, Akin Euba, and contemporary artists like Noura Mint Seymali and Ayub OgadaR. Murray Schafer, Violet Archer, John Weinzweig, and modern, highly recognized names like Howard Shore, David Foster, and Alexina Louie.Leo Brouwer, acclaimed pianist Ernesto Lecuona, and innovators like Amadeo Roldán. Other major composers include Tania León, Alejandro García Caturla, and Juan BlancoHeitor Villa-Lobos, renowned for combining native elements with European techniques, Antônio Carlos Jobim, a founder of Bossa Nova, and classical pioneers like Chiquinha
Composers appear coursey of Albumio Musica
a Crescendo Music Company.
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Form: Ballad

Premium Member That's the Way Love Goes

Image of Old Love And Love provided by Pixabay

That's The Way Love Goes

Writer swept yon lea, loft a lane, ambled quest
efforts a muted affair bolted at wished stars
magic toils those ravenous eyes crave involved cars
trifles and trinkets mortals link to their life's vest

Amply equipped Cupid master of aims has drawn
as genteel cherubs gather about heart seekers
arrows tipped in numbing ecstasy paired squeakers
evokes the peers of Cleopatra and Don Juan

Effects the sense resisters to fathomless mirth
bathe in invigorating currents souls awash
noumenon presents a harmonious panache
outfits the united spirits, immortal worth

Yon measures reach, fantasies assumed its sources
behold while narratives reinvent ere closes
twilight falls in dawns arms of day's, then dusk poses
slack pen set, zephyrs o'er lea, lane tryst courses.

2021 May 26

I will always choose you

Marli and Juan, 

Happy Anniversary

Congratulations and best wishes for many more blessed years together.

Thank you for inspiring us with your love.

I will always choose you
By Michelle Morris
22/03/2024

Whether it be sixteen years
Whether it be one hundred
I will always choose you
My darling husband

No matter in this lifetime
Or in the next
You are the one I love
Always the very best

If I could go back
Way back in time 
To our wedding day
To our vows and smiles

All those joys 
And happiness
All those memories
Our wedding kiss

I would still choose you
I would still choose us
This wedded bliss extends
To our every loving touch

For we are connected
Our souls and hearts
Our love and light flows
Through our life and honour

So, whether it be sixteen years
Whether it be one hundred
I will always, always choose you
My darling, darling husband

© Michelle Morris, 2024
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member In the Harem of the Flower Kisser

at the break of dawn
a  Hummingbird starts his rounds
 Morning Glory sought

flaunting a red hue -
Mexican Sunflower tempts
looking hot, hot, hot

the Don Juan of birds 
sucking nectar from Beardtongue. . . 
drunk on French kisses

Goldenrod at noon. . .  
Zephyr carries a sweet scent
beneath a gold sun

between Rose bushes
the Flower Kisser gets lost
in Blue Infinity

Sweet Pea and Bee Balm
entice with purple petals. . . 
Bees join the orgy

Monarchs swarm in droves
when blue Hummingbird alights
on Butterfly Bush

Evening Primrose
waving in the dusk’s last breeze. . . 
the proper lover

the Flower Kisser
leaves his harem sated as
white Moonflower glows


*The capitalized names for flowers
represent some of the most popular
flowers visited by hummingbirds.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member There Was An Old Lady

There was an old lady
Who flew like a swallow.
She weight sixty pounds
‘Cuz her bones were hollow.
She flew through the air
Wherever she went.
She slept in a tree
And didn’t pay rent.
One unlucky morning,
She fell from the sky.
Her arms were all heavy
And she couldn’t fly.
Seems she was anemic
And feeling quite sick.
She ironed her shirt
And that did the trick.
Went south for the winter,
Flew into a cliff;
It seems she’d used starch,
And her arms were too stiff.
So now she takes Delta,
When she takes the skies:
San Juan Capistrano
To see butterflies.
One bright sunny morning
The monarchs came in.
The old lady decided
To take flight again.
A bit out of practice,
She thought that she’d try;
She opened her mouth
And swallowed a fly.
There weren’t any spider,
But swallows instead.
She choked on a swallow 
And ended up dead.
So now you’re stuck singing
A song that’s absurd
And trying to remember
If there was a bird.
I can’t seem to end this;
I’ll try to comply.

At least you know now
Why she swallowed that fly.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Young Dreams

Nature so feels the murmur of summer,
And the whispers of many young dreams;
With spring past, the vibrant newcomer,
Bears gilded rays and clouds of cream.

Romantic red robin becomes a Don Juan,
With his sweet and captivating  tune;
Seedlings grow before the season's gone,
Dance of silvery breezes under the moon.

Nature perceives the rapture of roses,
And the untamed beat of all wild things,
And feels His joy anytime God composes,
With all young life softly blossoming!

Dignified toad croaks on his lily pad,
As giddy lovers plan for their wedding,
While all the world now seems so glad,
And is why myriad blooms are spreading!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heartbreaks and Cocoons

I was feeling grand like the leader of the band,
But you departed south to a Caribbean island; and it was
Just about the time I fell for you and was quickly set aflame.
I thought you would return, but back to me you never came.
Nevertheless, I got over you and never pouted or cast blame.
And then, after a long season, by chance, I saw you on a bus.
That's when I knew for sure; that was clearly the end of us.
So yes, you broke my heart, but I was able to make a new start.
Yes, I managed to overcome you, but I'm not saying that it wasn't hard.
You were very high class, but things started to unravel so very fast.
I had no reason to think that the joy we began to share wouldn't last.
No, you were not the first, and as time unfolded, you wouldn't be the last.
There were others who whispered sweet sounds  into my ears and quietly passed. I'm no iron man, but this heart of mine became experienced in the school of aching, and it seems that each of my heartaches and breaks hurt differently than the last breaking. It hurts real bad when love ends so soon, striking at noon, and the flame is out by the entry of the moon. Maybe it was Memphis, or perhaps Sioux Falls or Chicago, or was it San Juan, Puerto Rico? The time came when it really didn't matter anymore; when I slowly closed the door and let it go. Funny thing about heartbreaks; they are unique but all feel the same, so filled with pain. I tell you, there is no shame, and I think that like the butterfly, I learned to fly from lessons 'in cocoons of strain'.

020121FBPSCtest,  'Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha', Edward Ibeh

Premium Member DEADLY DATA BREACH AMAZON BOOKS

ORDERING MUSIC MISSALS RESULTED IN TWO FAMILY MEMBERS DEATH AFTER CONTACTING AMAZON WHO SENT US THE WRONG BOOKS OUR IDENTITY WAS COMPRMISED NEEDLESS TO SAY THE HACKERS WERE A PART OF THE STALKERS OBSEESED WITH MY POETRY EXPOSING OUR CREDIT CARD INFORMATION FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS THE NATURE OF THE BEAST COMMITING HOME INVASIONS HACKING INTO YOUR PRIVATE HOME COMPUTERS FINALLY YOUR POETRY ON YOUR NIGHT STAND YOUR AMAZON ACCOUNTS YOUR PURCHASES EVERYTIME YOU PURCHASE A BOOK FROM AMAZON YOU'RE HACKED SELLERS SEND YOU BOOKS WITH LITERATURE INSIDE A PROGRAM FROM A FUNERAL YOU'RE DED FREDDY TODAYS MISSAL LATER A CLOSE FAMILY MEMBER FRED IS DEAD JUAN IS DEAD THEE NATURE OF THIS KIND OF DATA BREACH LEAVING SHOE PRINTS ON YOUR FLOOR I BOUGHT NEW LOCKS THROUGH AMAZON ALL HACKED THE KEYS ALREADY DUPLICATED TO ALLOW ACCESS INTO YOUR HOME INCLUDING YOUR RING SECURITY CAM CYBERATTACKERS YOU BELONG TO THE SELLERS WHO SELLS YOU THERE BOOKS FROM AMAZON REST IN PEACE FRED AND JUAN I AM SO SORRY YOUR DEATHS WERE PLOTTED PLANNED BY THESE HACKERS TERRORIZING MY LIFE OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY GOD BLESS AMERICA CYBERATTACKS ARE REAL DATA BREACHES HURT PEOPLE TRULY NO FEAR OF YOUR TWISTED IDENTITY FRAUD IDENTITY THEFT IMPERSONATING ME IN ORLANDO RECIEVING MEDICAL TREATMENT HACKING INTO MY LIFE ASSISTING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BUY CRACK COCIANE WITH ACCOMPLICE JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY OBSSESSED WITH BEING ME AN FBI INFORMANT HOW TWISTED IS THAT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI WAS NOT JOKE IT DEVASTATED MY VERY BEING SADLY ABUSE OF POWER FEELS THE NEED TO DRAG FBI INFORMANTS OVER THE RUBBLES TO HELP COVER ONE OF THEIR OWN COMMITING IDENTITY PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST ME AND MY DISABLED FAMILY ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS GOD BLESS AMERICA
Form: Naat

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