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One Month Into Winter 2019 Elapsed Here...
Within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania,
thus far marginal snowfall
yet...the Furies of old man winter
huffs and puffs...with gall
unable make headway
against invisible firewall
shielding this area
of the keystone state haul
in tandem with the spirit
of Saint Peter, Paul
and Mary (Southeastern -
tri county (also)
encompassing the suburban hall,
sans Spring Mount Mountain King -
an egg gree us fellow - quite tall
simultaneously straddling Bucks,
Delaware, and Montgomery),
and much as I revel,
when blizzard conditions rage, a Saul
ting self importance of humanity,
where meteorological conditions
hurl a wicked frozen curveball
forcing fatuous, egocentric brazen arrogance
into unassuming (ruff) atoll
shape shifting paradigm,
viz dogmatic couture of modesty call
out depravity, immodesty, pomposity,
et cetera, vis a vis,
when "she" declares marshall,
law yes only when might
of Mother Nature tempers
trumpeting one donning
guise of cloudy meatball
unfortunately indiscriminately
striking havoc overall
mindful, honest, decent... folks
swept up in maelstrom, which pitfall
could cause loss of life or limb,
this teetotaler inebriated,
fascinated, and captivated,
and linkedin to thrall
dom wielded by volcanic, tectonic, climatic...
of phenomena take (measure for measure)
an indifference to scuttling
hominids beef four all
lose well that ends well,
asper scrimmage maul
ling the accouterments of civilization
then...deathly still quiet doth befall
after unleashed forces exhaust
and expend blistering might
temporarily silencing madding crowd
to standstill, and eventual faint crawl
courtesy of a wicked atmospheric drawl!
Dad gave me my first wood baseball bat
an Eddie Mathews signature model, 28 inches long
when I was 10 or 11 ('66 or '67)
shortly after he got me my first lefty glove
(I still have it, so small! with a bullseye crudely hand inked in the center!)
after a few years, it splintered near the handle
I tried nailing it back together, the hickory
shaft was tough to penetrate, but I kinda got
it done, then wrapped the job in some electrical
tape I found
whenever I tried using it again, hitting a pitch
sent shivers thru my hands and wrist like a
lightning bolt shocking me
before long, I left it in the sports closet Dad built
into the canned goods cabinet in the basement
he made for fall canning
so whenever I opened the cabinet door, the wonderful
smell of wood and leather combined with the
rows of gleaming jars of fruits and vegetables
delighted me!
canned beans, peaches, pickles and more
all lined up to select from when Mom or Dad
would send me downstairs to choose side
dishes for supper
frozen meat was kept in the 8' freezer chest
in Dad's workroom thru the door
being sent for that was a special privilege
my brother and I relished
( my sister, being 3 years younger, didn't get many chances!)
I remember there were honorary sports relics in
the closet on the top shelf
a leather football helmet Dad's Uncle Depot wore
before WW11 along with his old softball, the kind
with the exposed seams (I still have it)
wonderful memories
from a
magical time
I will always treasure
© james marshall goff
Eleventh of November is armistice day
A day in the year where we remember
Remember what I hear you say
The sacrifice of many far far away
They fought for freedom
Did not die in vain
Our lives would have changed
Those survivors still suffer the pain
The symbol is iconic
A red poppy is worn
This is a real topic
To remember those who's lives were torn
A sailor a soldier an airman involved
Whether supporting or on the front line
Thier stories must remain being told
They all signed up and hoped to be fine
Casualties fall in conflict
This is a fact of war
Surviving there is no trick
Heads up and do your tour
So when you see them marching through your town
With shiny boots and medals on thier chest
Give them respect and don't be a clown
These women and men have fought there best
Remember there not doing it for glory
It's for friends from conflicts they have lost
If you ask them of their story
Don't be offended if they don't host
Some may discuss there times away
Others may just clam up
Rest assured they remember everyday
If they do, please don't interrupt
This year remembrance falls on the twelfth
So when they are out and about
Salute and pray for good health
You may hear the Parade Marshall shout
British Legion FALL OUT
Fernando Ramone was a Latin lover
Who dazzled the girls with his charm
He could often be seen strolling along
With a gorgeous girl on each arm
It didn't feel much different this night
Though the mood in the bar was uneasy
As he wandered in, all eyes were on him
He was sweating and feeling queasy
Tension was thick, could be cut with a knife
With conviction he strode to the bar
A shot rang out from the back of the room
Ramone dropped, his mouth oddly ajar
Patrons did freeze as he lay in a heap
Not a single sound could be heard
A man emerged from the back of the room
Strode forward without saying a word
Gasps were heard as he came into the light
Deputy Marshall John Parker by name
Tracking down Ramone for many long years
A rampage of mayhem his fame
Ramone was wanted in twenty-three states
For a ten year murderous spree
Asked why he shot him without any warning
Parker mumbled the name Anabellee
Anabellee was one of his victims
And the daughter of Deputy John
Rage and revenge was all he could feel
Then the vengeance was suddenly gone
Deputy Parker is now serving time
For the murder of Fernando Ramone
Some say Parker should really be freed
But killing cannot be condoned
Pretty Woman
Oh, pretty woman
You have caught my eye
On a business trip
And need a tour guide
With beauty and wit
Week rendezvous
Evening delight
Dining, fine wine,
Falling in love
We're from two
Different
Worlds dear, but
Say you'll
Stay with
Me
1/6/2016
Diminished Hexaverse
Poetry Contest: Favorite Movie
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Pretty Woman is a 1990 American romantic comedy film set in Los Angeles.
A man in a legal but hurtful business needs an escort for some social events, and hires a beautiful prostitute he meets... only to fall in love.
Director: Garry Marshall
Writer: J.F. Lawton
Stars: Richard Gere, Julia Roberts, Jason Alexander
I believe in the right place
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People let their anger
get the better of them.
Really angry people feel
they have to hurt you.
Most people believe
there is no such thing as a fair fight.
You hear things like “*itch!”
I’m gown beat your sorry behind tonight!
And the other says
“you can try!”
“You gotta bring some
to get some!
These are the people
that carries a weapon.
For those who were taught how to fight,
like Boxers and people who study
the Marshall arts.
When you learn how to fight,
you have to remember people's
second amendment rights.
You'd be surprise at the number of people
who'd bring a gun to a fist fight.
There are those who go out looking for a fight.
Suffering from inflated ego's or over confidence.
Those are ones who get beaten up every time.
I was a Dee Jay working at night club.
A guy came up to me and told me.
He came out to start something.
His night wouldn't be right without a good fight.
So later that night when the club was packed.
And of course, a fight started on the other side of the room.
Mr. Ignorant jumps up and turns over his table
looking to start something.
But the people had quickly
picked up their drinks and stood back.
I smiled as security walked his Ignorance out the door.
If one has fighting in mind,
I believe in the right place and the right time.
So, lets flash back to 1979
Where I was in a Kung Fu class.
After training for a few of months,
In the outdoor gym, my class mate
Help me find my glass chin.
I was over confident,
He showed me why he was number one
In the class and I was number two.
I wanted to go a few rounds with him.
I thought I was better than he was.
So, I was clowning around making him look bad,
or so I thought.
When I took my stance.
That’s when he taped me on my chin.
And… that was thee end…
The lights went out.
I came too, and found myself on the gym floor
And people looking down at me.
I had never been knocked out before.
I have kept my ego in check
from that day to this.
So, I learned that
ignorance is bliss, until
you get hit by a fist.
Cooling evening air and the smell of naughty smoke,
nameless camarades all sharing beers and a joke
beneath a natural stadium roof of stars and midnight blue
massed ranks all sat by fires, just like the eve of Waterloo.
huddled expectation, leather jacket wrapped round tight
monolithic stage a silhouette in crisp moonlight.
Someone shouts for Wally, or a friend that has gone missing
giggles under blanket from some dreamy youngsters kissing.
Conversation halted by the two-word intervention
“one two,one two” Marshall HiWatt really gets the crowd's attention.
People racing to the front, they want to get there first
The noise as bubbling patience starts to strain now, fit to burst.
I shout out to the burger bar for brother, but in vain
the roar from eighty thousand like an oncoming subway train.
A single drumbeat, crashing chord, a fan of laser light,
the massed ranks rise, fists to the sky, guys, here we go- Alllllllllllrightttttttt!
One minute in, it's deafening, the front rows start to jam,
my raison d'etre plainly clear- I rock, therefore I am.
Look into the camera the mighty space man said.
Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head.
We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle.
Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the guy his knuckle.
Take us to your leader the head of the rebels demanded.
Jon’s Cat understood, but he would not do as commanded.
His human was his hero, and he wanted to keep him out of harm.
So he bluffed, and he bamboozled, and he waylaid them with charm.
He finessed, and he fidgeted, and he fiercely fixed them hard and good.
He did what any wise, smart, wonderful, adoring, Kibble-loving cat would.
He led them away from his owner, down the hill to the Alien Catchers Pound.
Next he knew, Space Catchers had netted them. They were on the ground.
He was declared the hero, named Grand Marshall of Thanksgiving Parade.
He took Jon with him. They celebrated with sips of warm pink lemonade.
It’s the sixteenth arrest you’ve made, Jon said. What is your secret, Cy?
Jon’s Cat could not tell him, but he worked undercover for the Cat F.B.I.
The Autumn Wind
the autumn wind is free tonight!
free to soar and fly tonight!
clouds of hawks one-hundred meters high
dance in the wind across the sky!
arrows of geese at cruise-missile height
dodging boomerangs in errant flight
sundown's purple, orange and red
frame booms in flight above my head
great beams of light spiral the sky!
miracles surround us, from on high
a part of me aches to be free!
jumps from my hand, eager to see!
what lies beyond, above the trees!
each throw stronger, higher, bolder!
'till time stops beating
.......to pause and wonder
the autumn wind is free tonight!
free to soar and fly tonight!
by James Marshall Goff
Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites
in pink and green, roam
The Earth, raining reversed
Rockets of the bloody fountain
Discord of the Deep hordes,-
reins in reign of 3 "3 of swords"
and flowery deceiving words of their-
Anti- Trinity
Bot blinks in analytical tink
Tinkerbell grooms saloon for victims,
exposes lice and the heat
Sprays foul graffiti on your door
Hentai, monsters, expletive leech
On all fours, vomitous speech
Aries horned worm Moon covers the Sun
Like black sack-cloth of hair
It turns to blood
Beheaded worshippers
Tailgaters of Ephraim
The Verdant Valleys given
Unto Black Weddings of Days
The head roams and swims
Free from constraints
No unified body
Rockets shot at the eclipse
In passing
They defy resource's warning in lieu
of their Marshall unveiling, to propose
Wages of sin- pay for commodity
Bot flashes till shut down,
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