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I wrote verses on sullen wings of a lonely lark
romantic phrases I had written in perfect rhyme
but the avian flew off when night grew dark
I wrote no further poetry for the longest time
A beautiful blue jay then landed upon my lawn
I wrote such sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent many nights but at the cusp of a dawn
he left searching for other pleasures life brings
I answered the mating call of a handsome raven
Love sonnets I inscribed upon his ebony wings
He stayed for years with me in our safe haven
before I became one of the raven's castoff things
I shall no longer place trust in those who take flight
I lost them all and for a time, my torn heart bled
On restless wings of others, I'll never again write,
trusting myself to compose upon my wings instead
We were flying high through the cirrus sky
Tomorrow’s in sight a perfect bull’s eye
All our plans in place, a future stellar
It’s all a breeze through our planes propeller
Vertical clouds adrenalized my heart
Something big was forming off the air chart
My co-pilot said I shouldn’t be alarmed
She explained we will surely be unharmed
Trust is lost as our plane starts to shudder
I see lies fly in over the rudder
Did she misread or trying to mislead
The result could be dire and both may bleed
Our love landed on lies and was a crash
Love scars led to a future with backlash
or for the romantics
Our love landed on trust and was no crash
Our trust gave us a love life fun filled cache
-Dec 2016-
Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...
On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving husbands;
families rarely gather at dinner to discuss matters,
and this daily celebration pleased their Creator...
Martin Luther was assassinated and John F. Kennedy followed him,
so did his brother Robert and America watched and mourned;
these were, indeed, difficult times that changed the image of a nation,
and the innocent blood spilled by hatred spread more indignation...
Unexpectedly, something marvelous happened which brought awareness;
and soon after the American astronauts landed on the barren and grey moon,
everyone wanted to declare their rights as abiding and loyal citizens
of a country that suppressed freedom and created unneccessary choas and gloom...
This teen was powerless and horrified witnessed these events that changed America,
peace, justice and fairness were far cries from reality, more needed to be done; and mama
didn't want to lose me when the Vietnam War started and hippies refused to pick up arms;
and their peaceful songs are a reminder of a youth spared by God for His great purpose...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
MacJock looked uptight
When we said "That's not right,
We're not paying one pence you see"
Den Finn swung and missed
With his powerful fist
And it landed on the jaw of McGee
MacJock grabbed a bottle
Intending to throttle
The closest poor sod in his way
And this caused a ruckus
McGee was so luckless
It certainly wasn't his day
But when Macjock hit McGee
He went flying you see
And busted MacJock's new table
Then McGee tossed a chair
Clear through the air
Hoping MacJock to disable
The others ensued
In this Hullaballoo
Until, all I could see was the brawl
There were glasses and mugs
Bottles and jugs
Smashing against every wall
The place was a mess
I sure can attest
When the fightin' came to its end
Not an eye was still blinking
So I started thinking
Dat its tyme to go 'ome un mend
Just one more part will end it
A small pile of bone dry leaves lay
nestled, protected between two roots
It was a sorchingly hot sunny day
all the trees desperately needed rain
The land that had been without water
for so long was parched, all around
saplings drooping, dying for its lack
dust freely blowing, coating everything
The couple strolling, locked together
arm in arm, paused to admire the view
then settled on a fallen log, huddled
as they smoked, chatted and then kissed
The man pulled her up into his arms
carrying her futher down the path
thoughtlessly chucking his lit cigarette
which landed on the small pile of leaves
Slowly the pile started to smoulder
wisps of smoke curling up in the air
a gentle breeze playfully fans them
small flames start to lick and spread
It hungrily consumes the plenteous fuel
first one tree then yet another it lights
soon the woods are blazing with its fury
it leaps from tree to tree, rapidly spreading
Catching the couple by surprise it devours them
and passes on, fiercely burning all in its path
by now firemen are fighting the advancing flames
struggling to douse it or bring it into control
Not succeeding, it has too firm a grip
raging it grows ever more gigantic
acres left scorched in its wake
carcasses litter the blacken land
All seems to be totally lost, when
caring mother nature takes a hand
the wind swivels round creating a retreat
and so, slowly the fire dies of starvation
It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team,
Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed,
And Mother in her nightgown of green and red,
When all of a sudden I heard a commotion,
And jumped out of bed with a curious notion,
I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain,
I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain,
New fallen snow shone bright below the moon,
Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon,
I looked out my open window despite the cold,
When a sight met my eyes, wonderous to behold,
A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh,
With eight tiny reindeer leading the way,
As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky,
He called to each one as they rocketed by,
"Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer!,
On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer!,
Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop,
Dash away all and let us make our first stop!",
They flew through the air with much ease,
Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze,
The reindeer landed so smooth and swift,
Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts,
I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle,
And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle,
To be continued in Part 2....
Epiphany
It was an incredible summer in 1950 the war was over things were getting
back to normal, mother's new boyfriend who worked at a factory had
a rowboat and paid holiday leave. A Sunday early we rowed to a small island
in the bay, mother had brought a blanket, sandwiches in brown paper bags
mostly jam I think and two bottles of soft drink, water and cold milk that soon
was off, and a thermos flask of coffee. The boyfriend gave me a line with
a hook on and told me to go fishing- telling me what to do is not easy not even for me-in the shallow water near the pier as bait, I found a worm under a stone thread the living thing on the fishhook.
the water was crystal clear had tiny fishes that looked like rainbows swimming
about I saw the sky I was in a trance thought I was what I saw took a step
forward and landed in the water people came running helping me up back I was in real time mother came running to shouting at me as mothers do and worried about my delicate health. Rowing back into town again the boyfriend was grumpy and suggested I had fallen into the water to get the attention I said little in my defence how could I explain for a moment I had understood everything, but on the other? On the other hand, he could have been right, how is a boy supposed to know
I got tired of being called a hillbilly from the sticks.
So I built a time machine and traveled back to 1776.
I intended to see the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
This was a fantastic historical moment that needed my attendance.
But my time machine landed on Thomas Jefferson before the document was written.
The document wouldn't exist that gave America independence from Great Britain.
I accidentally squashed Thomas Jefferson so it was left up to me.
I wrote the Declaration of Independence so the USA could be free.
You may have noticed a few changes that I made.
One of which is that it's mandatory for me to get laid.
I proved that I'm not a hick who is slow.
I wrote the Declaration of Independence nearly two and a half centuries ago.
November Twinkle fairy was feeling very low,
to the Giggle Night Ball she had wanted to go
But her gold fairy wings were all tattered and torn -
she’d landed in a thicket, they’d caught on a thorn
And she got into a tizzy to escape from the bush,
when she cried out for help fairies came in a rush
Twinkle was so upset, she’d had her wings for years
no amount of tissues could stem her flow of tears
Her mother said Twinkle ‘please listen to me,
you’ll grow some new wings, just wait patiently’
‘Use this special lotion and rub in some fairy dust,
for the magic to work, you must stand still - you must!
Twinkle looked in the mirror, her back was quite bare -
her old wings had vanished, she was all too aware
All of a sudden her back got a terrible itch,
as her body contorted she began to twitch
Magic dust filled the air, new wings started to sprout,
it took nine nano seconds for her wings to spread out
Twinkle stood motionless until her new wings had dried,
they glistened like dew drops, she beamed with such pride
With her dazzling new wings she was the belle of the ball
and she spread rainbow dust as she flew round the hall
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10/30/19
Misfit, Miss Feet (A literary translation)
Gossipmonger rumors around!
A wedding ensuing, Mary go-round!
May I have a speaker call?
Surmising the news to scroll?
Not bad, not bad at all, there!
In utter black, a chilling suction, May..or!
And the complexion, and the fairness unbound.
Reminds me of a jolly owl, or a whim, around!
Among these, the intellect and the one!
Perseverance, patient, a word of bliss, "Oxymoron"!
About the nineteen try and where it truly paused, there.
Tired is the effort and the reason to strive any further!
Subject matters are dark matters and they,
Coming around in assimilation in the coming May!
Brothers of her muse about all, them and thee!
One is a churn, the other undone, in mayhem and entropy!
And the other one, is a hands-on felon!
Happened on a fraudulent, detained now in the prison!
The keenly one is a sheer drummer, and season!
Strumming on a scale of five, a rarely good baptization!
O Henry! Ibsen suffers there, in viral fever, by and by!
Shivering hype for recess in nearby!
Yet, and beyond any of these! Reserved are they!
With the religious oracle, the needed silence to revere, in the coming May!
Ibsen and An Enemy of the People! Yes! And, about this, too! Alone!
The off-season overseas trip of a school goer, Ibsan! Frequency and the pattern!
Even though, we landed on a flat rate, and the truth! And nothing but the truth!
Save it on a decaying pocket! For a plan to overboard for an oncoming trip to Duluth!
December 19th, 2023