Long Mandolins Poems

"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met...

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Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY Janine Hoops Andress and Renata Andress
(So they're single...so what?)(What better way to celebrate women?)



Poetic Lyrics...and their fools...dost a fool and his easy nickel 
Make sense...any sense?
Poetic Lyrics...and their...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles...

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October’s Finale

October sets the stage for ghostly goblins – frost on pumpkins; 
 Black cats yowl on top of fences arching, upstage the moonlight;
 Floating apparitions of wraiths soliloquies in mid-flight fright;
Full moons cast eerie...

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An individual of incredible talent
played his violin with a joy so opulent;
he achieved greatness on his own
and his gladness was proudly shown!

The maple violin was given to him as a gift from an early age,
he...

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The spring blooms
The naked trees dress in their beautiful greens
The thirsty rivers are now overflowing with joy
The ice melts, the sun shines

Amidst the nature transforming
My life is also turning around
I tend to smile more, I...

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The sound of baroque  fills the air
the lively beats one can hear 
 as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance  upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats...

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The Neapolitan tarantella
is a folk dance very graceful and lively,
it was inspired by someone having been 
bitten by a poisonous Taruntula.


It's fast up-beat tempo
induces a frenzied dance in a solo,
or a couple...and as they dance...

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I think there are just two types of Jams
The performance type is for the hams
The traditional type’s not the same
Just for each other, not for the fame

 The performance Jam is my winner
Playing music to...

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Beauty Celebrates Dawn

Beauty Celebrates Dawn's Exquisite Flush
Mauve melding into magenta’s fuchsia blush
Pink cherry blossoms hide the sleeping thrush
Crimson cardinals dream in amaranth hush.

Like Misty Nascent Opulent Pruce
Daybreak dances in orchid shades on boughs of spruce
Soft...

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"Little Beaks"



A voice in the tumble clouds
deep silver crackles like thunder threads

Clouds of starlings 
Blacken the eggshell blue sky
drowns many
A little beak

Heartbeats morph
together murmurate
vacillate their minds to unify
wings that hum like bees

A dance of seduction...

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A lovely day is over now
As Ren Faire comes to a close
As whimsical stories are told by all
Faire goers share the keepsakes they chose

Now there is quiet in the woods 
Wide-eyed children must now leave...

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Take my hand come fly with me 
Come dance on the moon and the stars
They're playing our song on mandolins
And strumming their little guitars

Come sail with me we'll take to the sea
I promise it'll be...

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Cripples make music with old, worn out digits and voices tarnished with age.
only slightly crippled, generally slight due to gravity
Play guitars and mandolins in a barn turned church,
Not banging on wheelchairs or walkers.
Praise the lord...

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I love the songs of working people played 
In cabins and at dances, and along 
Highways where the vagabonds wander by,
Unchanged since days of early English song.
The English, Celtic minstrelsy can never die
As long as...

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