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We have great animals on this grand Earth
of varied size- they live on land or sea.
Domestic ones, we love for all their worth;
like, family we live in harmony.
But grandest in our mix of wild beasts here-
our elephant, the largest one on land.
Though giant-sized, of them I have no fear-
a gentle kind with traits I understand.
They do not kill for meat or dominance,
but feast on greens wherever they might roam.
Their matriarch displays her prominence-
she leads and guards her group, her lasting home.
Emotions they display at death or birth,
caressing with their trunks the fallen ones,
and cradling safe tween feet of massive girth
their offspring, never crushed by weighty tons.
Of course, when threatened be it man or beast,
they will defend and charge with all their might.
But when the threat is gone or is decreased-
they back away and calmly end a fight.
They are not only massive in their size,
but awesome in the cultured ways they act.
Intelligent with feelings realize
the need to keep their family intact.
Oh, giant beast of Earth, dear elephant,
your gentle nature thrills my human heart.
Majestic in your size, so eloquent,
I pray from here on Earth you'll never part.
She insists on her own way; having to have control of all situations.
Actually stole me from my mother, and insisted on raising me her way.
I disengaged from her diabolical controlling web twenty years ago.
Other family members call to try and tangle me back into the fray.
They are annoyed by her insistence, persistence, and lack of listening
Fearful of leaving, or annoying her in any way. They do not argue.
I change the subject, not interested in being a part of this family game.
Initially, she hunted me, but has given up, realizing there is easier prey.
Cousins call to complain. I listen, offering no advice, totally not caring.
I am free of the memory of those days, until their blathering phone call.
Tucking these memories into the most unimportant corner of my mind
Free from this opinionated matriarch; a release that bodes me well.
Began growing myself as myself
the minute I escaped her powerful web.
I think she would be proud of me, but am not willing to find out.
Still fearful of my opinionated, all-powerful spider of a grandmother.
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!
Comments: During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called
Spence, J. That's just the way the government does business. This acrostic is
about Spence, J. It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow! I just love
it!!! Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be
the topic of the poem. It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the
beginning letters should be all capital ones. Each line of the poem should begin
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being
used. Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a
complete thought with a rhyming sequence. It’s also recommended to use
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally,
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and
last letters of each line are the same.
As my wife once taught me
Women knew all about trimming
and cleaning
and harvesting the fertile forests of Earth
long before I ever thought to depilate my back
and other parts.
As my wife continues teaching me
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels important
to more than just our reforesting relationship
and its odds of continuing
into future regenerative climaxes.
As my wife predicted,
I forget to carefully listen
until she culminates with climaxes.
And then she surely owns my belated attention.
The matriarch voice of my life
bewitches,
bothers,
and bewilders me
while we fall in love
we become ecopolitically out to lunch,
indefinitely,
reforesting and ecotherapizing
without fear or anger-marketing
about how to transcend vulnerable boundaries
to mutual empathic nakedness.
This matriarch voice and I
love (0)-sum WinWin reforesting
as health care co-operative wealth management
of mutually accessible climates
for spiraling regenerativity trends
externalized as Yang,
internalized reforesting,
reweaving waves of notnot Yin,
wu-wei,
RealTime 4D Ego/Eco-Balancing
Falling in love with Yin
all over again,
PermaCulturing Operas
sung and danced
while remembering
as my imaginary wife continues teaching me
Thought Experiments
through real fractal double-binary
informating
co-gravitating
bilateral ego/ecosystemic time.
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels wu-wei important
to more than just our reforesting-deforesting relationship
and its odds of even continuing
into future
through past reweaving
regenerative climaxes
of healthy wealth
optimally sustaining
maintaining EarthLivesMatter.
They called you Grandma -
matriarch of Taiaroa Head.
Your husband of seventeen years,
Blue-Green,
named after the colours of the bands
they placed around his leg.
For over sixty years you
returned to this windswept
piece of Otago coast to breed.
The surrounding sea
a golden harvest of fish
into which time and time again
you dove at sickening breakneck speed.
On clifftop nest your last chick,
Button, crying to be fed.
You fished your heart out on
ocean voyage yet
he not yet fledged lost weight,
but forever present the keen eye
and caring hands of Shirley Webb.
Most of your life was spent at sea -
a radius of continents -
Chatham Islands,
The Sisters, Hello friends!
As always gliding majestically.
Born in 1927, you died in 1989,
no doubt in some bastard
foreign driftnet or deep water longline.
Nylon can’t fly
nor fools heed the curse
of the Ancient Mariner’s Rime.
So glide on Grandma,
glide on your satin silver wings,
for great will be
forever your beauty
the memory of you brings -
three million miles flown lost at sea.
Written: 1991
*Grandma was lost at sea aged at least
62 years.
*She was at the time the oldest banded
breeding albatross recorded.
*Taiaroa Head is in Otago, New Zealand.
*Shirley Webb was a conservationist
and guide who lovingly looked after
the albatross breeding colony.
*As of October 2022 Button still returns
to Taiaroa Head to breed. He is 33 yo.
My grandma is the most wonderful person in the universe.
May 30th, 1924 is when this graceful woman entered earth.
She battled through hardships and cried with joy
had one beautiful daughter and two healthy boys
She raised them able and taught them loyalty.
Disciplined them strictly yet treated them as royalty.
And if a husband and three kids were never enough,
she took on two more when mom and Fots had it rough.
I was very young when I met this elegant lady.
No teeth in my mouth, I was just a newborn baby.
The aroma of home-cooked dumplings with chicken
fills every memory we were ever close to the kitchen.
Board games free hugs and endless pumpkin pies
are just the perks of a simple visit; even when surprised!
Eyes in the back of her head and a quick slap of my hand
each time I proportionally thought I had a leg to stand.
Depression, World War II, Korea, Vietnam
all long before my first experience as a man.
Thank you for teaching me how to treat a woman right
and appreciate each moment no matter what the fight.
You continue to impress me with your positive way,
of course you’d be walking into 93 this birthday!
I love you Grandma – Happy Birthday!!!! xoxoxoxox
5/23/2017
She insisted on her own way.
Every holiday was at her house.
I am the matriarch, she said. I have the most children.
So I had thirteen, because she had twelve.
It did not make any difference. My husband still caved in to Mommy.
For Christmas she gives me a five dollar bill.
Our children each get a twenty-five dollar gift certificate
My husband wracks up anywhere between four and five thousand dollars.
Does she not realize we have a JOINT back account?
I believe he might stop getting his “you are my baby money” if she did.
I also think it is a suggestion for us to move out, but we cannot afford it.
She is not horrible.
I can live with it, because what choice do I have?
She raised baby to always get his own way.
All he has to do is have a tantrum.
He has had hundreds of them.
Which is why he cannot keep a job.
He goes from tantrum to tantrum.
I get the last laugh as she stays home watching thirteen children.
That I had to try and make her life a living hell in her old age.
It is working too. I pick up my coffee cup and leave for the day.
Glad she gets to see how much help “baby” is.
She raised him after all.
Devoted mother
Loving wife
Matriarch of our home
Queen of the kitchen
Mom used to always say
She never met
A recipe book she didn't like
Six hungry mouths to feed
Always up to the challenge
Trying out new recipes
Inspiring novelty and awe
I remember her bedtime treat
Was relaxing with a good book
One brimming with mouthwatering delights
Illustrations easily created in her head
Intoxicating aromas as real as could be
Falling asleep with grand dreams
Of upcoming fabulous family meals
No one could have guessed
We were ever on a tight budget
To this day
Every time I’m even near a recipe book
Like an irresistible magnet
I feel the pulling at my heart strings
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
UNDER THE GLASS CEILING part 1
Mary and Angelica ,ladies of great renown
Painters extraordinaire in Ol' London town
Still life,portraits & history on a grand scale-
Left out of a group painting because they were not male !
NOTE Mary Moser & Angelica Kauftmann help to found the R & A but were left out of the 1770's painting of Academicians .There were to be no other women members until 1922.
UNDER THE GLASS CEILING part 2
Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann
furnished with brush and pan.
Each a Victorian 'Miss'
tied in service's abyss.
NOTE Upstairs and down stairs ,no in between,just thirteen and just there to please as Master and Lady take their ease.
THROUGH THE GLASS CEILING
Deborah,God annointed Judge&Prophetess
a matriarch,overseer of men,..no less;
Mary,at Jesus feet,studied...just as a man
in Christ there is no gender ban
Where sun-kissed savannahs endlessly sweep,
And acacia crowns the skies, a verdant keep,
A titan walks, with earth-shaking tread,
A monument of grace, with wisdom bred.
Oh, Elephant, colossal and wise,
Your eyes, like embers, gleam beneath the skies.
Your ivory tusks, like sun-bleached spears,
Pierce the heavens, dispelling all our fears.
Through emerald depths, you silently stride,
A living fortress, with nature as your guide.
Your trunk, a trumpet, blasts a rhythmic call,
Echoing through valleys, grand and tall.
With a gentle touch, you pluck a leafy prize,
Nourishing your form, beneath the sunlit skies.
Matriarch wise, with love unbound,
You lead your herd, on sacred, ancient ground.
Oh, Elephant, guardian of the plains,
Your ears, like maps, etched with wisdom's gains.
You listen to the whispers of the earth,
Guiding your steps, is a testament to your worth.
But shadows lurk, a darkness cast afar,
Where greed and folly wage a callous war.
Forests recede, and poachers stalk the night,
Threatening your future, with a consuming blight.
Let us stand tall, and raise a voice so strong,
To shield these giants, where they rightfully belong.
For in their presence, we find our guiding light,
A mirror to our soul, a future ever bright.
So let us cherish them, these titans of the land,
Protecting their haven, with a caring hand.
For in their grandeur, a truth we come to see,
Respect for all creatures, eternally.
Oh, Elephant, may you forever roam,
In lands untamed, your true and sacred home.
A timeless emblem, of strength and majesty,
Forever etched, in Earth's tapestry.