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Good actor, yet Razzie Award winner, Rob Lowe,
was one of People Magazine’s “Most Beautiful” although
his hair he has dyed since the day
in his twenty-fourth year that he says he went grey!
A prime role was once offered Rob Lowe:
“Doctor McDreamy” on a hit show.
But he took on instead
two lame shows that went dead,
having stupidly let "West Wing" go!
In the 80’s a sex scandal plagued young Rob, yet
an Emmy for "West Wing" this comeback kid would get.
Also, his three-decade marriage has had no end!
This he attributes to marrying his best friend.
Sept 16, 2019
for Mark Toney's Clerimerick Couplets (Hybrid Form) Poetry Contest
Ello, Gwammy,
Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy,
Big dwops fallin’ on the soil.
Dwopped fwom clouds.
Aunt Jan was angwy.
Said I get wet.
But I took her bwolly,
The one with the paint on it.
Big bwolly so I no get wet.
Went on the bench to see better.
The soil got wet.
Aunt Jan called me,
But I want to see the gwass gwo.
The wain will make the gwass gwo
And I can play there.
But it gwo a lot, only
Can’t play in gwass. Much wain.
From the bench I saw lovely colows.
Aunt Jan said it’s a wainbow.
Don’t know. But you know, Gwammy,
I saw mamma on the wainbow.
She smiled and sent me a kiss.
I want to see the wainbow again.
But no wain now.
When you come
Bwing me cake with a hole.
I lowe it. I lowe you too, gwammy.
Must go.
Bye, Gwammy.
Lo' beneigh' the random bield, bewails upo' the leaf
An' lea'e me naught but grief and pain, as moone breaks through the heath
Upo' the gilded braes we kissed, luve sang a zephyrs cry
Where say, my luve, o' fare thee weel, till a' the seas gang dry
An' bleak October winds ensue, beneigh' the furrow's frost
The sacred lowe, o' week-plac'd love...o' lost my sweet betroth
Yea withered ere', lies mist and bleak, an' mine an empty hand
With sword in hand, yea wander'd far, monie a ravished land
Och! Fated arrow pierced my heart, cauld by thy warrior's blade
Thy sun has waned, the bluid has poured, so boldly o're the glade
Death oftly feared, tho fear naugt more, so deep within my breast
O' do thou kindly, lie him low, upo' this mound of rest
Whase only faut was lovin thee, my tears in dust, my luve is deeply laid
Immortal I lie down 'ere now, lockt in thy arms, upo' the gilded glade
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beneigh (beneath)
bield (shelter)
bewails (weeps)
heath (meadows)
gilded braes...(golden hills)
lea'e (leaves)
naught (not)
luve (love)
a' (all)
gang (going -gone)
sacred lowe (sacred vow)
monie (many)
cauld (cold)
bluid (blood)
o're (over)
upo' (upon)
whase (whose)
faut (fault)
'ere (here)
lockt (locked)
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Tired of frolic
and the beaming sun,
the snow and ice retreat;
returning the pond nation
to its peaceful co-existence.
Toads once again sit
majestically upon their naked
rock thrones—no lily pads here.
A lone insect glides by
and is slap from the sky
by the welcoming frog’s tongue.
The ducks again cruse
the soothing wet water
dousing heads to catch prey
or douche long neglected feathers.
Suddenly, a rock skips across the pond.
Ducks frantically populate the sky.
As if a magic act of nature,
all other creatures disappear.
In the quietness of this canvassed scene,
ripples concentrically spread across the pond—
Shattered reflected rays, scattered dancing shadows.
Silently, we drove onward.
Indeed, nature’s mercy
has strange laws.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13105586-The-Pond-by-millard-lowe
On second take..Lowe is not that great.' In fact i hear of
Late.' He wants 'bio meat on our plates?' Its beyond the
Pale.' Its all lookng stale, i beleive its time ti bale.' I had
Hoped against hope; for better.' Yet he's another bird of
False feather.' Along with Farage? Although giving and
Asking for it (large!) In support i mean.' What a dejecting
Scene is seen.' Yet to be fair (their was an irk) between
My shoulder blades it lurked.! So i must jettison any writes
Of support.. This type of skull-duggery appeares fully rife.?
( I must choose!) Ashby versus White..I do not consent in
Ink' to write.)
Could it transpire? To set a nation on fire.? Could Lowe drop
The boom.? If it happens? It must be soon.' In the cauldron
Of insanity in this un-normal and dystopian governed inhumanity.' Can the damo-clean blade be turned upon who
Had it made in turn? Strike the iron thats been made hot.' Be bold
And decisive and tear out the rot.' Show your mettle and
The people will cheer.!! Banish any doubt or shadows or
Fear.' Draw your battle line and raise a standard.' Trust the
People to know how big is the gambit..Its halfway to freedom now
Get ready to push.' In true leadership burn retreats worn out
Bridge.' Forward they are waiting.! for an hour such as this
From dissillusion raise their spirits, offer integrity and then
Go with it.' Ask for support lay the truth out that is the all.' Unite and
Conquer as its been done before.'
The isle of britian..It shudders and shakes.' All is un-certain.' As up and down go the
Drapes.' The theatre is of shadows and brassy seems the glint.? Of crowns in a recess..And i feel the velvets become now as lint.' The actors and heros, well that cast never has changed..As a bridge stands on
Great columns, any strong country is the
Same, its the people..Who find fortitude if
The times become tough.' Who will stretch
Out and deliver..Even when the cost is too much, then there are some other actors like ' lowe and farage ' a skit on punch and
Judy..And they're playing it large.' old lowe
Is into ' fake meat ' he's invested some cash.' And farage sqealled upon him, mate
They row a spinning barge; of trash.' And the
State.? Well did i tell you? Anyway its locked up ( the truth ) and robinson works for zion..Now hows that for a boost.? Andrews been ' naughty and old mandy too ' I can see a real great upheaval
Its chilling but true, the king into wrong
food.? Maybe thats why he's been sick.? There is rumour of abdication.' Just what will do the trick.? They have bashed up the farmers.' Always a bad move.' Its like a disco? Yet theres no records.' Well they're hoping you'll forget..What else can't
They do.?
for karma nurisha wa kupenda lowe
(poem for a letter too long to write)
cosmic gem of the universe
exploded celestial beauty
princess of the milky way
poured into
the waiting womb
prepared
that’s who you are
child of claimed prayer
moored on the shore of faith
anchored in the harbor of love
that’s who you are
jah’s chosen are never bare
sarah’s were tears of joy
and you—her new world karma—
blessed will be your womb too
that’s who you are
the north winked tonight
the crescent moon reclined—
what a glorious smile…reflecting
that’s who you are
wait and be of good courage
the pain of joy is coming…wait…
pregnant belief has always delivered
that’s who you are
Yahweh has never failed
and never will—forever
you’re ours and his blessed star
that’s who you are
twinkle…twinkle little star
blessed be the happiness
you bring
that’s who you are.
n.b.: peace and love
that’s who you are
dad.
AN OLD GRIOT’S TANKA HOMILY OF OURSTORY
John Lewis and Stokely,
Recruited me as “Tex” Lowe:
Another SNCC "Bro":-
Like King, they have both passed on:
The vision and I, yet here:-
Know and be aware,
Integration…not the theme:
Rather, equity:-
Let’s seek the Dream’s true vision:
Political equity:-
Malcolm too…is gone;
Barak and Harris…still here:
Likewise, are you too:-
So many others have gone;
So many others still here:-
I shall soon be gone;
But I know we shall get there:
Completely equal:
Both economically
And politically, too:-
Christ was crucified,
Risen,, and then ascended:
Canvassing the way:-
Know that we are of God, too:
Kins to Simone of Cyrene:-
In now awareness,
Let’s ice oppression’s syndrome;
Journeying to home:-
We’re in God’s liberation:
He is the greatest power!