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Her daisy-do; a twirling stem says love.
White petals-aye, the plucking slow and sweet.
Initially removes her satin glove.
Begins to sow her fate; each wistful retreat.
Her blonde, blue eyes on him.
She parted blades of grass, beheld her choice.
He’s high, out on a limb.
Love’s in the air; gown’d meadow he’ll savor.
Her fella, in rejoice,
As the flower speaks grace - in his favor.
Wistful retreat of bountiful petals.
She sheds glory of them, mindful of quest.
Sensuous tinge as zephyr warms her soul.
His eyes, they dance, on golden pond, to rest
On mirror’d reflection.
Tutu of swan, the spin of daisy-do.
He sees her perfection.
Like a panther, his feet, they land close by.
“It’s true - I do love you.”
“Now you’ve dropped out of time to tell me why.”
He sits ‘longside, he smiles and plucks a stem,
“Well, we will see…she loves me or daisy-nope…”
He grins, quickly dispelling truth, a gem.
Strong-spins, it is my turn - for you I hope.
Daisy turns crimson-red.
He takes control, he flips the scales, a kiss
he blows to garden bed.
He takes a chance with a daisy bouquet.
“Darling, we’ll reminisce
It all points to true love, this fruitful spray.”
He stumbles and trips,
walking through the dark forest.
His new shoes hurt his sore feet.
He continues on.
Brushing past a sodden branch,
the brittle limb snaps and breaks,
It pinches his hand.
Quickly he licks his finger.
The stiff sap is thick and sweet.
He finds it tasty.
Reaching out he snaps another,
it tastes like a candy cane.
He is the hunter
searching behind heavy eyes,
head upon his soft pillow,
sleepy little one
filled with dreamy illusions
of floating marshmallow clouds
raining sweet nectar
on golden lollipop trees.
Atop rolling gum drop hills,
seen through filmy eyes,
he rides a cherry caboose
on dark licorice whip rails.
Outside he can see
wispy strands of sugar floss
rise from butter cream rivers,
as Swedish fish jump
over rock candy boulders
of brightly colored sugar.
Now he runs laughing
in striped candy cane forests
where gooey gummy bears play.
He eats all of them,
waking with a tummy ache
from his drowsy fantasy.
8/26/2015
My husband was helping clean out an old shed
With our dog contently watching him
All rubbish items were thrown to the ground
Ready to go in the big hire bin
Very late the same evening while we watched t.v
I thought our dog looked somewhat cock-eyed
Sitting upright with his eyelids closing
Leaning right over to one side
He tried to walk but couldn’t
His legs just wouldn’t move
We popped him between us on our bed
Hoping through the night he would improve.
He lay all night in the exact some spot
Did not even move a limb
I lay awake all night
Cuddling and comforting him
Morning arrived we were off to the vet
Worried and in sombre moods
Though when he woke, off the bed he jumped
Straight to his water and food
He ate ,drank and slept all day long
Our boy was again relaxed and happy
There were no signs anything was wrong now
Other than he was a ravenous ,weary chappy !
Baffled by the situation
We discussed what had occurred
My husband suddenly remembered something
In that moment we both knew …..without a spoken word!
While cleaning out that old shed that day
A small plastic bag found had been thrown to the floor
Inside was some old dried up vegetation
Just some rubbish and nothing more
Our dog was found licking inside the bag
Completely in a world of his own
My husband smelt the bag …..”it was weed”
Our dog had been off his head stoned!!!!
(at risk of life and limb) against scourge of
racial prejudice courtesy
of sharecropper grandparents
whose objection to racial segregation
based on an affront to the will of God,
whereby the young whip smart precocious lad,
(whose impact we now memorialize)
showed his true colorful promise
when a young student at
Liberal Crozer Theological Seminary
in Chester, Pennsylvania
where the yet uncrowned
eminent king came under the influence
of theologian Reinhold Niebuhr,
a classmate of his father's
at Morehouse College
who became a mentor by exposing
his protégée to liberal views of theology
planting the seeds of ardent activism
that gave rise to
The Southern Christian
Leadership Conference (SCLC),
an initial platform
allowing, enabling and providing acclaim
hoisted up by petard
invariably only heightened
(his) posthumous status
as thee most articulate orator
spelling binding the listeners
with his metaphors about his emphatic march
to a promised land where all
men/women could be brothers/sisters
and no person will be judged
by the color of his/her skin
raising morale of many dirt poor
ebony masses to feel a glimmer of hope.
What am I in the sunlight?
Shadow!
And what am I in the moon's glow?
Sun!
I shine in the night in the pale moonlight
to light the way for everyone.
I stand in the shifting everything
and im changing with each one.
I am hanging on the end of my limb
and I am bright red and singing
I am singing 'come and catch me!'
to the reaching hands below.
I remember I used to run so fast,
Oh god! I used to flow!
I'd run till my lungs felt like bursting
Where did that energy go?
but, life is not only about my flesh, is it?
The body always gets slow,
But the mind retains that energy
if you know how to know.
And I know.
I know.
I am going where I need to go.
come with me friend, we'll go tother
into that dark below.
Into that dark, black mystery
where the shadows always go.
Don't be afraid, we are together singing.
Condolences Forever Invoked - 9/11/2001
Many unsuspecting innocent lives
unwittingly found themselves
at ground zero
with absolutely no time
to bid loved ones adieu,
and thus with
a metaphorically clangorous
(aire splitting din – bedlam askew
n'er to be silenced),
aye felt near ready,
viz no haw wing,
nor hem ming – waze
farewell call to peace monger...
and arm Matthew
nine one one when
clear out of the blue
a resounding handy
dandy bell lose clue
asper, a fitting notion pain
fully apropos to applaud motley crue
i.e. strangers risk
king life and limb,
would definitely do,
no matter where persons
stationed come thee
ex-tolling bells morrow,
(whence thee fateful
seventeenth anniversary
twill dolefully arrive -
somberly dawning for
survivors and/or next of kin -
less than twenty four
hours from now),
sans unforgettable tragedy
indelibly etched will be recalled
in a blinding
fiery stormy flashback,
where significant lost lives will replay,
when weaponized airplanes
took a kamikaze nose dive
a dwindling cadre,
qua first line of defense,
emergency civilian and/or military
trained personnel jumped
into the blizzard decimated fray,
whereat selfless persons
scurried (helter skelter like)
all abustle analogous
to a outsize bee hive
where 24/7 news
broad casters did air
(nee blast) round
the clock latest bulletins,
could not escape incessant blare
ring frozen like a
life size like sculpture
seated in favorite easy chair
hypnotized by the sheer colossal
utterly incomprehensible dare
devilish a state of emergency,
the then president
(George Walker Bush) did declare
dumb founded, slack jawed,
and wicked deed
waiting for horror
to be recanted as an err
roar overloaded sensory circuits
exceeded threshold,
nonetheless listeners and/or
viewers forced themselves to hear
live coverage far more appalling
than any night mare.
I stood at the threshold
Of a promising life,
Ready to step out bold,
Face challenges and strife.
I wanted to soar,
Like an eagle in the sky.
Eager to conquer more,
To reach really high.
One fateful day I awoke,
To a painful, swollen knee,
In one terrible stroke,
It changed what I was to be.
Multiple hospital trips,
And neverending tests.
Our hearts missed a skip,
Yet we hoped for the best.
"Osteosarcoma"
Was the dreaded disease.
I felt dazed, in a coma;
My brain seemed to freeze.
My family drowned in tears,
My future looked so bleak.
Haunted by many fears,
Uncertain, depressed, meek.
My dreams torn and tattered,
A maelstrom of emotions.
My parents were shattered;
Were there any solutions?
Would I ever walk again?
Would I lose my lower limb?
Would I become a burden?
The situation was grim.
My folks offered prayers,
With devotion and fervor.
Could unkindly fate dare
Snatch their son forever?
My doctor reassured me,
On his face a kind smile;
"There's no need to worry;
You'll be fine in awhile."
He explained me the treatment,
And then asked "Is that clear?"
I was filled with resentment,
Worried for those I held dear.
They excised the tumor,
Chemotherapy began.
I was plagued by bad humor,
Wondering at God's plans.
It seemed an eternity;
Painful weeks crawling by.
I wallowed in self pity.
All alone, I would cry.
Now that is all over.
The disease has been cured.
I feel I'm in clover
I feel reassured.
The dark clouds have vanished.
I have jettisoned gloom,
My demons I have banished,
And let optimism bloom.
My life is now settled,
I like working, have fun.
I am in fine fettle.
This battle I have
No Birthday Acknowledgement...
From thee... eldest daughter,
who need not brood,
nor does padre whoosh
to stir loess hood family feud
(hence an attempt merely
to convey melancholic mood).
Profound contrast extant between
your high achieving
life a wonderful hit parade
on the go compared tummy mellow
existence, yes rather staid,
now devoid of any parental
responsibility since years back, ye bade
farewell to yours truly
(perhaps forever), atop a jade
did apex inverse to my nadir paid
with ignoble deeds soul limb lee,
dissimilar to thee,
a young vibrant woman, unafraid
to take life by the (figurative) horns,
owning free choice (linkedin, nsync,
prevalent...) with autonomy swayed
independent lass not succor tubby paid
tummy, nor does this "sir" ask (delayed
by one day) for thee to "FAKE" express
sing nonexistent affection,
this decision...opting to evade
papa, who must accept such choice,
asper his first born, fortunately UNLIKE me
she earned top notch grade
nonetheless, this dada before he gets laid
to rest (actually most likely cremated),
whose ashes tubby scattered across favorite sites,
yourself and Shana Punim played,
which wistful nostalgia plucks heartstrings
rubbing raw thy psyche, who cannot trade
past concupiscent transgressions (emotionally
turbulent waters I did wade),
and no intent to telephone and invade,
sans audiologically your ear space,
this paternal, essential, and critical need
my psyche weighed, lamented, and encumbered
grief, nonetheless proud,
thee "star student" made
herself whip smart
by dogged academic pursuit
in tandem with ardent biological
bone a fide exemplary filleted
(within chromosomal dom) mignon,
similar, when Semitic forebears
risked frolicking under shade
of night - countless elapsed generations aid
ding random genetic dice throw begetting
Eden Liat, whose irrepressible
atavistic feral guaranteeing immortality obeyed
viz, call of the wild indomitable
animalistic hankering impossible to evade,
these genealogical ancestors actions unknowingly,
unstintingly, and unwittingly
helped forge, craft, and affect every blade
of grass, and yoked, (a chicken and egg thing)
hereditary survival of fittest
present day unchoreographed masquerade.
He woke up every morning and climbed to the mountain top;
Until he reached the summit, he would not allow himself to stop.
Then from the apex of the mountain, he looked down on the valley below;
Many times while standing shivering, knee deep in the fallen snow.
Not until the sun had started to set, would he take the path back down;
Most people already sound asleep, in their beds when he reached the town.
She checked his ventilator;
She took his pulse again;
She did therapy on every limb;
And wiped the spit from his chin.
He woke up every morning and climbed to the mountain top…
Dear mrs. Hollywood
This will be my only letter
I hope it's understood
Once done you'll know me better
It seems, my lack of self esteem
Helped mold your false impression
This quite possibly may sting
But consider it a blessing
I pampered your pride
Added stuffing to your rear
But the truth is, I lied
It's time to make that clear
You weren't the image of perfection
I let you believe to be
Never the reflection
I wanted looking back at me
Now that your turned around
I'm letting this burden fly
If you hear a praising sound
You'll be sure it isn't I
Tales of the glory, of being you
Began to burn my ears
I'm smarter than you think and I accrue
Things I've heard over the years
A mom with a business centered mind
You measure achievement by wealth
That poor little girl, always left behind
Alone on her grand carousel
You're starved for power, parched for fame
And you finally got a taste
Several people have learned your name
As you win your invisible race
I give you credit for climbing so high
The clouds now cover your feet
You reach your hand to my surprise
But it was your ego that needed to eat
You quickly retrieved your limb
Retracting it from my reach
Lucky for me, I know how to swim
And was never much of a leech
So this is how I'll say farewell
Nothing more, required
You chose the time to bail
My loyalty has expired