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We have a 809 Square metre section,
That is not up for dissection,
No for any price you care to mention.
I tell anyone who will listen,
Why I take this position,
For the future of the nation.
A tiny house may look cute,
And as a solution seem to suit,
Providing housing to the destitute.
We can not say it is social housing even at a pinch,
As with not even a spare inch,
For Neighbours, family or friends to lunch.
And when music gets loud and voices raised,
Ears and other body parts will likely get bruised,
And if one is sick, others will also become diseased.
Hobbies will become thing of the past,
No quiet areas for a book lovers repast,
To sleep becoming a difficult task.
So yes they may be cute,
And earn some repute,
As a stop gap, on the way to something that will better suit.
In the meantime they may well discourage over production,
Of Items that will no longer fit by more than a fraction,
And the outdoor life may once more become an attraction.
Until a true social housing solution is found,
A lucky few will find,
Invitations to lunch where dissection has been declined.
It was a Christmas outdoor Pageant
It was the performance of the Nativity scene
There was a Camel who was mean
The Camel didn’t want to cooperate nor associate
He went berserk and went wanted to attack all the onlookers
Suddenly without delay, the Camel observed the Doll baby Jesus
In the manger
An immediate pause took effect
To everyone’s surprise, the Camel kneeled to the manger
The Camel wouldn’t move and it was as if the baby Jesus informed the Camel to be still and calm
After a while, the Camel responded it was ready and it was like nothing ever happened
The Christmas pageant continued without any further problems
I and everyone witnessed this not being part of the show
It goes to show, miracles do happen
A camel can become humble
Warm heart can take effect
Holiday treat
Holiday breezes in the air
A true story beyond compare.
So gentle is the morn in spring
as tender as the rose
whose dewdrop petals long to bring
their beauty to expose.
The warm sunlight and fresh spring air,
the breeze is blowing in our hair.
The warm sunlight…
the warm sunlight
invigorates a day so fair.
So gentle is the morn in spring
in nature’s outdoor room;
the butterflies are fluttering
from bloom to lovely bloom
to pollinate the flowers need
and spread their beauty with it’s seed.
To pollinate…
to pollinate
the budding love that will proceed.
So gentle is the morn in spring
like coos of mourning dove
while calling for his mate to bring
exciting lilts of love.
I long to feel so young again
while strolling in the April rain;
I long to feel…
I long to feel
the tender notes of love’s refrain.
April 9, 2020
The DJ plays wrong songs
for greens
and blues,
blacks and browns,
yellows
and opaquely sacred matriarchal reds,
both natural
and spiritual
progressive parties too all-encompassing
to quickly divest
of octave ageless ending
beginning right with left footed again.
DJ
never learned to dance outdoors
naked
or even organically half-dressed
to impress,
To preach
devolved true meaning,
That pro-life
could not mean pro-death of leg-spread liberal mothers,
whether of their own freedom-loving will
or rapaciously patriarchal
repressing otherwise.
To ride RightMind waves
of cooperative
integral
holonic
MotherEarth primal relationship
revolving sacred DJ spin,
Earth's harmonic resonating song.
DJ left MotherEarth
and sanctity behind
To buy Her up and app,
and inappropriately sell Her
to the highest patriarchal bidder
buying passive market space
margins against Matriarchal
time resilient potential winners.
Quick gaming gains
deep darkly hidden chaos cash valued
exempt from environmental co-relationship
becoming an oxymoron
like capitalist intelligence.
DJ learned his Ego
is his ZeroZone
with no remaining outdoor cherished vision
for realistic Rainbow ReStoring Warriors
replaying LP progressive folk tunes
and stand up EarthRooting improv
for voters and investors
prepared to deeply listen
for outside health committed learning
democratic well-being
constitutional swearing
to spin out greener DJs
with 2020 revolutionary vision.
The outdoor art fair’s housed in tents
Where photographs and oils
And watercolors wait for sales
So artists earn their spoils.
At first, the sun was out though the
Humidity was high,
As would-be customers and neighbors
Leisurely strolled by.
Admiring the art, we also
Found some artists who
Enjoyed discussing how they started
Doing what they do.
We didn’t make a purchase but
The art work did impress,
Yet later on the sky turned dark
And if I had to guess…
Those artists had to scramble,
Taking down each cool display,
‘Cause it seems like there’s a thunderstorm
That’s headed this-a-way.
Beaches are alive with the sounds of waves
Crashing down and people sunning getting brown
Picking up using its watery hand to give a cruise to the granular of sand
It is time for summer warmth and to go forth
Outdoor play may not be here
That should not affect the tranquil setting that could create a tear
As the fiery ball set
A relaxing moment one may get
With the moon soon to be coming
Creating romance that is humming
The beaches are alive with the sound of waves
Drawing people out of their wintry caves
Turning their back on the cold
Letting the bitterness fold
Listen to those waves arriving at the shores
Allowing trusting relationships to take the floor
It is the time of year to worship the sun
With cheer and fun
Saying good bye to the frigid frowns
By listening to the ocean sounds
Written, September 13, 2024
For the I Form - Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Constance La France
Quote: Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons." By Poet
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The sight of the emerald lawn is exquisite_
lavender and azure threads intertwine,
elegantly placed in lines of budding leaves,
and young kids play and race with endless zest,
their upholstery is spread out in the yard.
And boxes laden with meals that Mama stuffed,
between biscuits, milk, cheese, jelly, and loaf,
Sunday outdoor activities are unforgettable.
A beautiful song bird..
My blue jay..
Sings a symphony
My baby blue bird bird sings to me..
Joyous expressions..
Awakened to musical bliss..
Spreading cheer throughout the day..
Sweetest is my blue jay..
He is my companion
A birdhouse he frequents..
In an outdoor sanctuary..
With lush green gardens surrounded by a fragrant rose garden..
Resides the birdhouse..
A lovely companion he is..
In times of sorrow he brings forth serenity
Blue..
Cool..
Calming..
Peaceful..
Baby blue bird..
My songbird spreads love..
Sings to me..
While he flaps his colorful wings..
Sweet blue jay..
Represents freedom..
Grant us all the freedom to love..
The freedom to know we are all love..
Many of our most integral
holistic
spiritual,
re-ligioning,
re-connecting,
loyal pursuits
lead us on an individual
inside well-worn faithful path
that monoculturally separates
internal inside climate issues
from Earth's vast extended family
outdoor voices
of concern and comfort.
Higher multiculturing
multi-generational
poly-regenerational truths
are also deeply sensed
outside inside quiet contemplation,
alone within four straight flat walls,
autonomously separate fragments
of global life/death epic issues
Inside silent still
contemplating past rounds
fired by negative Muses of DeGenerative Change
draws distorting hard distraught
fundamental flat walled lines
boxing in sad egos
trapped inside eco-habitat outdoor stifling
and freezing
toxic separation
within/without
severing our win/win rightbrain inside voice
from our win/lose left outside choices
as if two oppositionally defiant climate issues.
As if we are condemned to an unsustainable
bipolar
duality of mind
more chronically dispassionate
than a singular
creative dipolarity
of heart/mind
felt/thought
trust/truth
spirit/nature
Pursuing
inviting our win/win ego/eco-nutritional truths
physically-sensually whole,
while severed from outside voices,
harmonic and dissonant muses,
longing for in/out communion,
diminishes emerging full rhapsodic chords,
Earth-sung attachment moments
achieving wider stretching intimacy
engagement
climax
Integrity with those ecologically around us
theologically and historically within us,
healthy and pathological cultures
win/win and lose/lose,
living and dying climates
and all becomings
win/lose rounds of compromised win/win inside/outside change
in-between harmonic intervals
of full-octave Earth scale resonance,
resiliently polypathic.
Inside creations
grow more resiliently healthy
when surrounded by supportive outside meditations,
medication,
ego's ecotherapy of healthy choice.
WELCOME AUTUMN
Sunny scorching show of summer season
now to drop curtain with storms and rainfall.
Cerulean sky to exult meeting clear horizon.
Yellow leaves from deciduous trees ready to fall
Dry dying leaves leaving tree on appear of Fall.
Fresh flush on abloom flower and foliage
Flocks of egrets on firmament looking nicest
Hesitant lovers at last decided to get engaged.
Full Moon reminds season to harvest.
Choice of mellow pumpkins is the best.
Camellia starting in late Summer
on amazing Autumn in classy cluster
gaily glazes in grace glory glamour.
All blossoms glitter in glossy luster.
Autumn in fire-glow glistening gesture.
Arid summer heat: Autumn to overcome
Torn pieces of white cloud float flaunt fly.
Earth rejoices fantastic Fall to welcome.
Silky sunshine adorn blue bright sky.
Darling! Open outdoor romance we'll try.
08/30/18
'Autumn' Contest by Francine Roberts