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I see a spring on your lips,
born hidden in the bosom of a taboo stone so that the sun will not lose its gratitude.
My beloved: you are a piece of tais woven by a mother's fingers with the thread of life the color of sandalwood and praise borrowed from her heartbeat.
My beloved: your lips are a cornfield, learning to love the land as the earth speaks to you.
One evening, i came like a breath from the savannah of Fulan Fehan,
bringing a silent tale wandering among the grasses,
a cowbell gently ringing in the evening,
bringing my poem to your lips.
My poems are little birds returning to the tamarind branches after carrying light to the hills and lakes.
My beloved: i want to kiss you with the age-old language of love spoken to God,
to the rocks, springs, trees, and banyan roots that vowed never to abandon humanity.
O beloved: if at night all lights are buried,
let your lips be the lamp for every breath of my poetry,
for there my love becomes a prayer given by God and by my ancestors who bestow their blessings.
Atambua—Indonesia, July 10, 2026
Description:
1. Tais is a traditional woven fabric typical of the West Timor region of East Nusa Tenggara, made using a hand-tied technique. This fabric is usually made from cotton with natural dyes, has intricate motifs, and holds profound historical, cultural, and social value for the local community.
2. Fulan Fehan is a valley and vast savannah located at the foot of Mount Lakaan, in Dirun Village, Lamaknen District, Belu Regency, East Nusa Tenggara (NTT). Located approximately 26 km from Atambua City, this destination is famous for its expanse of green grass, cacti, wild horses, and cool air. The name "Fulan Fehan" comes from the local language, meaning "forest that becomes a resting place." This area is located at an altitude of approximately 1,300 meters above sea level and offers natural scenery that is often referred to as "the land above the clouds."
My goal each day is to put a smile on your face
And a giggle in your old gazoo
Don't ask me where your gazoo is located
I think it sounds naughty, don't you!
Well now that I've got your attention, my friends
Welcome to my place in the Soup
Usually giggles with some love stuff mixed in
Sometimes I even talk about poop!
Censors are always on the alert for some smut
But I disguise it with some serious stuff
If you read between the lines you'll find it there
As I sit here typing in the buff!
Hey I just thought of where your gazoo could be
If I can just get by these old censors
It's just a bit below the centre of your yahoo
And it's held up by your suspenders!
Well, if all of a sudden my name disappears
From the member list on the Soup
I'll be sitting here lonely, please drop me a line
I promise not to talk about poop!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Just for the sake of saying "hello"
Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming
(even posthumously)
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions
of grandeur must be reined in
courtesy horse sense and Whoa!
A short time ago today
(the ides of March 2021)
upon returning from nearest LIDL
(located at 1831 E Ridge Pike,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468
Latitude: 40.1845 Longitude: -75.5360),
I realized too late the opportunity
to exchange pleasant greetings
with another resident (a young man,
who shares a similar physique
to yours truly).
Preoccupied removing comestibles -
predominantly nine plastic
gallon jugs of distilled water
(tightly packed within large suitcase,
which luggage formerly
belonged to Boyce Harris - papa)
the notion occurred
(ex post facto).
Cursory aforementioned observation,
(viz forfeited interpersonal opportunity)
unexpectedly impetus awoke
regarding said unnamed bloke
(who I've seen scant
number of times before)
friendly exchange thus didst evoke
idea to craft poem,
cuz pleasant demeanor
generates figurative chain reaction
livingsocial among other
(mostly elderly) folk
here at Highland Manor
this credo to befriend others I invoke
(by Dickens) with little
or no great expectations
motivates me to risk
playing game of life no joke,
but good humor a masterstroke,
one generic American notes tis oak
kay for yours truly not to poke
intrusively, (albeit rudely
he thinks) and possibly also stoke
antipathy by ignoring
formalities of pleasantness
in either case saddle and yoke
me with unflattering
nom de plume.
Additionally I will allow
enable, and provide tolerance
if recipient of mine genuine
companionable intent
declines overture as potential
future bosom buddy
and/or sounding board,
plus will defend self
against blistering, excoriating, scathing...
metaphorical nonetheless hurtful assaults
against mine brow
will not figurative undermine
paltry self esteem, but endow
redoubled effort to risk
making acquaintance(s) and consort
with persons who cross my path
their nose in the air
trumpeting arrogance and how
never be deterred toward livingsocial
such personal promise I vow.
First bedtime story for kids:
Nephiner was a planet beyond the Milky Way. It was a round, green planet. There was a population of five hundred thousand. Our hero, Tepry, a young boy of ten years wanders in his mind on how it would be life in other planets beyond Nephiner. One day while he was reading a book, he saw a picture of a planet called Earth.
The curiosity makes Tepry to take the spaceship of his father Codry, and go to investigate were was located the Planet Earth. The velocity of the spaceship was so fast, that Tepry arrived to the Earth in the blink of an eye. He arrived in an amusement park. His clothes look like a spacial attire.
The children who were playing in the park, thought that Tepry was an actor of one of the attractions. Tepry decided to leave the park and explore the planet. Meanwhile, in Nephiner, Codry found that Tepry and his spaceship were disappeared. He called the interstellar police to find Tepry.
He found the story book on Tepry's room. It was opened in the page that illustrates the Planet Earth. He imagined that Tepry was on Planet Earth. Codry passed in front of a television store window in which a TV was tuned in a local news channel. The news that were transmitted consisted of wars, natural disasters and famine.
After that horrifying view, Tepry decided to return to Nephiner. Also, his father would be worried about his absence. Tepry returned to Nephiner, before the Interstellar police started his searching. He runned to his father and hugged him. He asked for his pardon. Codry told Tepry that he forgives him. He asked Tepry how was his adventure on Planet Earth.
Tepry told Codry about the images that he saw on the television. Nephiner was a peaceful planet. Codry said to Tepry that while humans do not see each other as equals the things he saw in the television would not end. Tepry agreed with Codry. It was night on Nephiner. Tepry went to sleep and dreamed about his adventure on Planet Earth.
Nayda Ivette
11-29-2015
Mornings are magic in the garden.
Awakening plants open up slowly to the new day. As sunlight comes creeping over the horizon, touching sleeping leaves with gold, dewdrops are drenching the new spring growth. The light shows every spiderweb’s gossamer woven structure, with glittering diamonds hanging on evey strand.
There are many of them located here—in the grass, between the vegetables and between the beanpoles are good places to make a home.
I think that this garden belongs to a short, round human that is called Bridget. At least I have seen her respond tothat name when it was called out while she was working here.
My family has been living here for many years. I am a garden spider, and I am a very pretty one. My colors are yellow and black.
Bridget comes out to the garden and stands there for a while, just looking around and smiling. I can understand it, there are many wonderful places to make a web here, it makes you smile! But it seems to me that she is smiling at many other things, too, like the flowers and all the green plants growing.
When she spots me, she says:” Hello Lucy,” so I think that is my name. “How are you this morning?” I answer her:” Well I am hungry and I am waiting to catch something soon.” However, I am not sure she even speaks spider, because she just goes on.
My grandmother told us last year, when it was fall and the tomatoes ripened and the okra was tall as well as the beanpoles were loaded with beans all over, she had a web between some fat red tomatoes. It was a good place, shady and cool from the hot summer sun.
Bridget came out and started gathering okra, then spotted the red round tomatoes and reached over to them. She parted the leaves and came very close to touching grandma with her nose! She then let out a scream that made the hair rise on grandma’s back. Poor grandma scrambled as fast as she could under a big leaf.
So, even when she stands there, smiling, I am going to be careful when she is around!
I fell and I stood up, I am still standing
I faced many crisis and traumatic things,
I fought it all and I am still standing
I changed directions many times
I re-located quickly and often as well
Some things were from the past
Some things were new and unexpected
But, one thing stayed steady on solid ground
Never faltering, lessening or falling
My beliefs, my creativity and my purpose
I will fall many more times in rocky days
In a life with unexpected bumps and ravines
I will stand on cliffs I reach and admire beauty
Life is a mixture of all these turns and things
I will always rise and stand, seeking light upon them
Heidi Sands
10/10/24
(C)opyright
Dog Days of August
When my friend has something to say,
He lets me know in his own way.
He wags his tail, and pricks his ears,
And barks out loud for me to hear.
Sometimes he’ll act ridiculous
And gets downright cantankerous,
And tongue pants while looking around,
Disgusted when I don’t respond.
And then, for fun, I’ll stare him down,
But he doesn’t flinch, blink, or hound.
He’s the boss and calls the shots,
And when it’s time to go, we hop.
Lucky and I were born in August
During the dog days, which are the hottest.
As the years flew by, we got older.
His face whitened, and I grew taller.
***
Note:
The month of August is named after Augustus Caesar (aka Octavian, 63 BC–14 AD), the first Roman emperor, who reigned from 27 BC until his death in 14 AD. August babies are considered lucky.
In the Northern Hemisphere, the “Dog Days” of summer are usually very hot and humid and last about forty days, from July 3 to August 11. They are so known since Roman times because Sirius (aka the Dog Star), located in the constellation Canis Major (The Great Dog), rises at the same time.
I table these possible actions.' The U K is a h20 wealthy
Country..' So use that
As a strength..'Seal up the old coal mines, and
Re-purpose them to store rainwater, as the age of hydrogen
is beginning its dawn..' And it will be an invaluble asset to
Make the moist of, ((LOL)) industrial plants could also be located
At these
Catchement points to carry out the works of creating the
Transformatin processes, which would aleviate joblessness'
The ample supply would also be able to address any
Short term drought events, and residual coal dust deposits
Could be mixed with earth to enrich any nearby agricultural land
I see this as a good use of available commoditys and it
May allieviate the need for nuclear power plants to an extent? All this would be much kinder to the ecology also.'
In my humble opinion.'
I have people often ask me
Where do you get this stuff
Which got me into thinking
Of opening something up
A little shop where poets
Can freely purchase rhymes
Either in bulk quantities
Or one rhyme at a time
We'll have daily blue light specials
That are bound to wow the crowd
From Rondelets to Sonnets
Up and down most every isle
Plus a discount rack for words that lack
Any kind of rhyming order
Still a true must have for this craft
Well be located in the corner
Of course what kind of store would this be
Without a Starbucks there to serve
Your "Triple shot Venti light iced skinny hazelnut with a left leaning swirl latte"
As you sit down to rhyme your newly purchased words
I'll call the store Rhyme & Reason
That's sounds like a pretty catchy name
Our slogan will be "Come to Rhyme & Reason
Where every season you will save
A band donned... Around ring finger of left hand
Yes folks (meaning,
whomever espies these lines) alas and alack
I attest thy spouse located future heirloom -
while tentatively asleep in her bivouac
though far less likely,
(yet near more rewarding)
than finding bullet in gunnysack
and/or locating needle in haystack
constitutes the missus
(thru... worm my going with fluke...?)
She discovered logical whereabouts
concerning whaddya believe
simple 14 carat (ha - just kidding)
no custom made
tooled bejeweled purchased,
but symbol of marriage
originally acquired as prize
within box of crackerjack
and treated as goodluck
which find accompanied with
wife merrily drumming upon me buttucks
an old chestnut nursery rhyme named
knick knack paddy whack.
Emotional moment found
yours truly uttering yippee
while straddled upon rushing limb boughs
verbally punctuated courtesy warranty
said treasured ring kept guarded
by hand sum vigilant trustee
kissing me darling dumpling
as adequate reciprocity
suddenly husband experienced himself
as figurative payee
delivered out his
(mine) emotional melee
courtesy lucky find
more precious than fine spun gold.
Now bonafide marriage signifies
stronger invisible bond,
whereby Western Culture accepts
how wedding band doth correspond
unlikely once philandering quirky poet
will draw attraction, anyway
cuz insinuations he won't respond,
nor at this matrimonial juncture
(approximately two dozen plus years)
will one bard **** troubadour abscond.
How great if woebegone
misfortune could abate
such as obsessive compulsive
mailer daemons that create
psychological distress and chronic depression
whereby suicidal ideations will elevate
impossible mission to oust melancholy
against psyche doth grate,
though chatting (over telephone)
with eldest sister,
who lives within Woodbury, New Jersey
can figuratively illustrate
how solitary existence
encompassing isolated kalifate
only breeds despair within,
emotionally remote bailiwick
therein still stews
emotionally unbridled wordsmith
whose entire being does marinate.