Long Kilometer Poems
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I grew up with inches, yards, miles, and feet.
I knew the difference, it was easy, and neat.
But today I am far behind in the dust because
Metric scale is what the new math does.
Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha.
Pencil thickness is about one centimeter. Rah Rah Rah.
Ten Millimeters is one centimeter, reminds me of cents to a dollar.
I may be catching on, so I stand up and holler.
One hundred thousand centimeters is a kilometer, friend.
One hundred centimeters is a meter, did you know that, Uncle Ben?
Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha.
Paper thickness is way less than a centimeter. Rah Rah Rah.
Now I think of my recipes. Did they change the tablespoon too?
Do I have to worry about cups, pints, and gallons for my glue?
I used to know my measurements, but everything is new.
Don’t even show me the rest of the new math. It is a boo hoo.
Well, I must say that I did not want to walk two hours, some days I am downright tired of diabetes
So I drove to Logonna Daoulas after a visit to the Kerdrein strike for the view of Brest, days it is the most beautiful city in the world, sometimes it is a city of big idiots,
There I park on a strike, with a cd of samba (the schools of the carnival) it makes me think that the Brazilians are crazy, so there is energy in this music,
And there it is magic, a fox passes five meters from my car motionless so and disappears on the beach, my adventure is just beginning
I move and drive to the Bendy, I stop, there a doe disappears before my eyes in a field (weak light, but I note the white tuft on the rear train)
I still walk a minute, to have clearer ideas, then drive to the village of Logonna Daoulas
There I am on the same field as the other day, samba music, deep down, a doe stands straight and fixes the car, it’s very beautiful,
Engine on I remain to look at her, she is not afraid, I lasted two minutes and I cracked, do not frighten the animals, I am still four hundred meters from the village,
I rush to the national, then decides as if by a magical intuition to make a detour through Irvillac, it’s not Chicago, friends, just a small Breton village,
and there better than the scene of fire of Atlanta in "gone with the wind", I see at about thirty meters, three deer with the tail leu leu, all three at the top of the field, in full contrast with the sky, on the horizon line, alas, I had not taken my camera, what regret (they continued their way, in single file (queue leu leu en français) on the crest of the field, really bright)
I left and a kilometer further between Irvillac and Daoulas, I see a fox jumping in a field, he was hunting visibly I stopped, he was afraid and just drove off as fast as an arrow, let’s say that all this put me in shape, I have the impression that with spring, nature takes over
Let us take care of this nature, let us no longer expand fields to infinity
Good Sunday the on earth my friends
We all here-that cliche, "It's all Greek to me!"
Here are words you use that have roots in Greek!
A -how about 'airplane'~we all have enjoyed these!
B -and that 'Bible'you use!
C- I know we all love 'comedy'!
E-'a quality we love, 'enthusiasm'
F- one of my favorites is 'fantasy'
G-I know we marvel at a 'galaxy'
H-Oh,, how we love 'horoscopes'
I- idea is of Greek origin, as well.
J- yes, even that word...jealous!
K- 'kilometer' to measure.
L- add that favorite word, 'logic.'
M- 'melody' significant in music we love
N- those 'neon' lights, so groovy,
O- 'Olympic' games we so love,
P- 'poem is a word ,gift,from the Greeks.
R- and 'rhapsody,'a musical treat.
S- 'syllablee' which is so much a part of poetry,
T- and of course, 'theater' in which the Bard
showed his wonderful plays,,
U- 'Utopia! How many of us has used that?
V- could not find a word for that...Vwnus perhaps?
X- xenophobe, still checking on that
Z- zoology, a dearly loved subject!
(Excuse my previous typos, )
10/17/2020
Opus# 4
In a far away secluded place,
There’s a hill known for its beauty,
But lies a secret that finally revealed,
Its haunted, its creepy… wants to know the story?
There were five fourth graders,
Joined in the field demonstration in school,
They needed fine branches to form a shape,
That hill they chose because it’s the nearest,
And decided to go there before the sunset.
The distance was one kilometer so they walked happily,
Before going up to the hill they’ve felt uneasy,
Because once they heard that at the top lies a dead body,
But they still continued their journey anyway,
And saw a wrecked bamboo hut was empty.
Going further inside the creepy hill,
One girl was beaten by some ants or sticky spider,
Everyone were afraid and shouted,
They also heard people laughed at the end.,
The fourth graders looked at each other and wondered
What they were doing at six in the evening at the wrecked hut?
Three people, two pretty women and one handsome man,
Wore white clothes and seated on a dirty and old bench,
They looked enchanted nd beautiful but the children were afraid.
When three people looked at the children they smiled and asked;
“What are you doing here? Its’ getting dark, you’ve supposed to go home”
Shocked for the question they didn’t answer but ran as fast as they could,
One girl lost her one slipper while goes down on the hill so she cried hard,
They keep on running even if their feet were tired…they were so scared ,
The voices were still echoed in the air as they keep running.
When they reached home, all of them told the shocking story,
Their parents confirmed that hill is haunted for many years already,
It’s the city of unknown people because they heard it many times,
The children were chilled by the news and wailed.
The five fourth graders never attempted to went there for more than 30 years,
But the experienced they truly can’t forget for the rest of their lives,
Its Halloween month at that time and its Halloween night indeed,
No tricks and treats, no pumpkin, no costumes but a real experience,
The people leaving there knows the story and nobody dares to go up,
How about you? Want to try to go on the creepy hill too?
Date written: September 5, 2012
Note: the girl who lost her one slipper was ME
A silence falls, swallowed by traffic’s hum,
I let out a sigh, inhaling exhaust and dust.
Her voice cuts through, steady, familiar,
“Which road takes us where?”
I don’t know, I never did.
But I hold the wheel, pretending.
She sits beside me, half-smiling,
The wipers sweep the rain in tired arcs.
Her fingers trace a line on the foggy window—
A habit from when we were kids,
Drawing maps to places we never went.
I take the highway north, grateful for the excuse.
Even now, I’m glad to share this road,
Glad to have her here,
Even for just a little while.
She talks, and I listen,
Holding on to this fleeting forever,
As though time might freeze around us,
But time never does.
We reach her stop. She steps out,
Turns back, waves,
And her smile stretches the moment into forever.
I honk twice, like I always do.
She laughs,
And I drive off into the rain,
Thinking of fritters waiting at home.
A kilometer later, I see it—her tiffin, forgotten on the seat.
Typical. Always forgetting, always leaving pieces behind.
I turn the car around, my frustration softened by habit.
But then I see—
A flash. A crash.
The rain takes everything.
Now, she is silent.
I visit her from time to time.
Her tiffin still sits in the corner of my shelf.
And I am grateful for those dumb conversations,
Grateful for the honk, the wave, the smile—
The only things that are now truly mine.
Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides fun in the sun
Sun beats down on the desert
Sun is brightest in our winter
Winter offers some snow
Winter's are mild
Mild hop, hop of Kangaroos
Mild climbing of Koala
Koala live high in trees
Koala eat eucalypt leaves
Leaves favored blue, mansa, and swamp gum
Leaves are Koala's daily diet
Diet of Australian influenced by world
Diet consist of variety of foods
Food introduced from Ireland, Europe
Food from Italy, Greece and Asian new spices
Spices used in stir fry
Spices changed meat's taste
Taste of foods like rice, oranges, bananas
Taste of foods from all over the world
World influences shaped continent
World and Britian settled
Settled by Aborigines
Settled also by Britian
Britain sent convicts
Britian sent soldiers to New South Wales
Wales brassy, bold, stately and old
Wales sandy beaches, Jenolan Caves
Caves above ground
Caves in sea waters for adventure
Adventures in Abercrombie cave
Adventures in Tasmania
Tasmania mecca for adventure
Tasmania's mountainous terrain
Terrain for wild river raft
Terrain of sheer cliffs to climb
Climb the Great Dividing Range
Climb to new heights down under
Under sunny skies
Under skies so blue
Blue
Skies
Written: August 14, 2015
Influenced by Debbie Guzzie's contest..
First Blitz..Whoa!!
A nation with the southernmost capital in the globe
whose identity has constantly been bullied
by the global acknowledgement of a larger one.
A place where economic empowerment comes through films
to the point a movie employed a minister for maximum harvest.
No name longer than that of a Hill in Hawkes Bay;
no part of the country is more than
hundred and a thirty kilometer from the sea;
no nation is least succulent for the biting teeth of corruption.
And no other has simultaneously graced females in all high national positions.
Isolation has ruled over its wild life
to make them manufacture accessories for unique survival.
The alpine parrots, ground dwelling Kiwis and the Kea bird
all congregate in its center of diverse bird species.
It is a log off site to snakes both local or immigrated
and a home to the world’s smallest Dolphin species;
second to none in the species of penguins
and land to the heaviest insect ever known in the world.
Imagination comes to life in the existence of a giant carnivorous snail
while Disney embraced reality through the mystery of Pelorus Jack.
Uniqueness in history is continuous
in this last populated habitable landmass in the world.
Is it a first time father at eleven and a century old?
Or the pioneering of plastic surgery in medical history?
Is it the appointment of a national wizard into government’s cabinet?
Or the historic climbing adventures of Edmund Hilary?
So concerned about the Queen’s safety and its territorial defense
is such a region attributed to the long white cloud
with its blue lake- the world’s clearest waters
and its ‘women’s-right-on-voting” pride;
It’s still flabbergasting to realize five out of every hundred
of its population is human; the rest simply animals.
A good advice
I bought, a for- the- old scooter, after some pressure from families and friends, and yes, also my stupid wish having seen the bike on the internet, where happy people were driving around in a sculptured park.
After hesitating for a few days, I took the bike for a drive on a Sunday forenoon when reality sunk in, The bike did a 10-kilometer full speed on a smooth road surface.
To save car drivers from exploding I drove on the pavement but as pavements are usually in a bad state
it was a bumpy ride, but I was able to overtake elderly people out with their snapping dogs.
In the park, I had a coffee in an outdoor cafe with my back to the bike in the hope someone would steal it
No such luck!
It is not like I can't walk at all, I can walk a short distance
to the cafe or the shops, it is just sometimes, my feet hurt too much.
For now, the bike is parked in the garage, wisely I think
as I get older, I will need a slow-moving bike.
The truth is that I am happy only when I am sitting in the car,
Between the place I have just left and the unknown destination.
My happiness is unbound only when traveling; when I arrive, anywhere,
It suddenly becomes a corner of melancholy and pain that bathes my soul.
In motion, I find that elusive balance,
A dance of wheels on endless asphalt, a cascade of untied dreams.
Each kilometer, a story that opens and closes,
A story untold, searching for a never-found ending.
I am a wanderer of life, seeking through endless roads,
Each stop a thorn in my chest, a knot of sorrows.
Like a comet, I shine only in the flight toward infinity,
When I stop, my light dims, and I gaze into a silent void.
The car is my refuge, a vessel for my astral journeys,
A sanctuary of melancholy, where the magic takes shape.
I leave behind the masks of the world and become myself,
A solitary pilgrim lost between points on a map.
In the speed that carries me, I rediscover an ephemeral meaning,
A meaning that fades with every turn taken, every defined horizon.
When the engine falls silent and the world seems deafened by stillness,
I find in the pause the most severe suffering.
Each stop is a reminder of where happiness left me,
Each place touched by my steps, a dark page in an unseen journal.
With incomprehensible longing, I dream of endless roads,
Of perpetual motion, like an endless waltz.
Between departure and arrival, between today and tomorrow,
I find the magic of a bitter freedom, a silent flight.
I am a heart's nomad, a seeker of vague infinities,
Constantly searching in motion, for a peace that never arrives.
Thus, I navigate between worlds, between dream and reality,
A perpetual traveler of destiny, without a place of rest.
My happiness is like a migrating bird,
Finding its joy only on the horizon, never in a settled nest.
And in this dance of roads, in the melody of unwritten paths,
I embrace solitude, melancholy, the magic of open roads.
My happiness, an ephemeral chimera, feeds on the desire to be nowhere,
In a world where between places, I find the essence of what I am, a passing soul.
From playing in a sunlit glade
We began school to make the grade.
Each year was called a Standard there.
Gone were the days free of care!
Each year was another Standard earned
But did we even remember what we learned?
Some passed easily, others not.
After the 12th year, to move on we were hot!
A Standard is also a banner: of victory or defeat,
To hold on high; to be on your feet.
It also could portray a family or a country's colors
For all to see,
To make that grade, or Standard, successful one should be
That one is an example of going on and on.
It takes a person of courage, daughter or son.
Jesus is our Standard High.
Even without seeing Him, so don't sigh,
For He's very real, divine, human but invincible,
So creative, so credible!
Faith He's given to each; trust Him to show.
Mainly, through your mind will flow;
Your heart heal.
At-home you'll feel.
It becomes easy to forgive and to smile,
To go the "Extra" Kilometer or mile,
Beauty and Perfection know,
Heavenly Standards, Harmony and glow!