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What pride and joy for me to delight,
albeit vicariously upon receiving invite,
sans commencement at
Redmond Proficiency Academy
on May twenty second at six o'clock at night,
which arrangement to Maurice silly revel
from afar, viz pomp and circumstances quite
emotional, ah...I can feel exuberance
listening to Sir Edward
Elgar - Pomp and Circumstance
March Number 1 - right
amidst envisioned glorious sight,
this prodigal beloved
young lady Marleigh Dunning, aye write
a precious prized progeny,
with modesty all agleam
no doubt with beauty, she twill beam
dazzling full house, electrifying audience
asper her due smarts, i.e. creme de la creme
top honors, and accolades galore
relishing hearty applause, and teary eyes
left for this estranged bro attempting to dream,
how proud such progressive parents
Andy (by the way belated happy birthday),
and Shari dear sister my apology, harried self esteem
(mine), who nonetheless takes stock,
how promising success story doth appear
will take said niece far and wide,
which whiz kid will quick buckle down and clear
as pitch perfect cerulean sky will engineer
experiential opportunities, whose cerebral gear
far and above this average hear
suit uncle late in his existence
admires brilliant storied
future awaiting thee
acquiring an equitable salary
persevering toward passion,
vis a vis art history
with a minor in chemistry,
abundant wit and wisdom
so blessed born free
to choose bajillion options
soon to matriculate at Ivy
League school, perhaps
becoming rich and famous
as hordes of paparazzi
furiously jostle and elbow
to savor opportunity
as demure, genteel, as ideal
exemplar of female human poise -
ladies and gentlemen the renown Marleigh,
whose shining moment under klieg lights,
this financially strapped poet
unable to rejoice in person, qua special day
duet to a pinched finances
arising when Hyundai Sonata,
thrice necessitated monetary outlay!
Soft, simple wind go on a path that is made clear,
Freshly lays anew for each breath that one appear,
The subtle ripple spreads on a course that favors,
Fills open space and need to flow o'er layers,
Trust the virtuous man cometh and made no claim,
And let wander so natures gifts remain the same,
Man captures the ramble of a wayward moon,
Echoes clear of its pale look melancholy tune,
It lends to a trail took before of song and face,
As man ambles in the real feel of its sung grace,
Know, they that all the creator has caused to be,
That harmony feels to express nature's beauty,
Unspools and weaves a tapestry on upturn faces,
Touched lips assured welcoming warm embraces.
Hark, colors and the voices that have sprung forth,
Verdant hues mingle a parakeet sings full of mirth,
An isolated pocket of chartreuse flourish in song,
Host to a colored chorus, wings, and plants, strong.
Man stay the course, seasons change all the same,
Look take to weather yet their life will still, remain,
Patience is a human trait and the creator has none,
Nature is a window and the life within hath begun,
Origin of man can, of nature perhaps, of time cannot,
The creator is not time, for time is what man begot,
Hence man dawn themselves from their first stage,
For what they have made they tempt to engage,
Man, had made the time that divided the seasons,
Saw patterned entities, signs guide their reasons,
The mind of man is cleared of thoughts and is open,
Fostering experience whereby they draw the notion,
Nature goes its way, and man be a better learner,
Man's grateful, the creator, not them, is the nurturer,
Feeds life fairly, in momentary glances, and not stay
The creator knows the outcome of creation's outlay,
Location, elements, nourishment, and perpetuity,
Duties of a spring's pathway, be one-way direct fluidity,
Sun ray's burrow midst the waves of an open meadow,
A swarm spreads butterflies unladen wings aglow.
Gills causeth life to survive beneath a watery surface,
Mere seeds grow and propagate into a living forest,
Way of nature, man will become, reassures perpetuity,
They'll assimilate, intervene, adapt nature for eternity.
2019 September 27
My dream date would be calm and upbeat.
There will be no expensive dinner or outlay.
A pizza and movie night seems aped replete.
I merely desire to walk down the pathway.
We laugh, share jokes, and exchange gaze.
This chasm is obvious once it is in your heart.
Lift her find happiness and real love days.
Gather for a picnic along the waterway mart.
While the jamboree draws to a close.
We decide to spend the evening at a club.
Play music and share warm-scented rose.
Moonlit kisses, no matter how long you rub
No one plans or sets up the dream day.
Being at the right place at the right time.
My ideal date is a chase, not just a play.
The quest for empathy and love is sublime.
Written: January 23, 2023
My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I knew a little boy
A very long, long time ago.
He wanted slippers that were pink
And sadly, I said no.
So many years have passed
And now a briefcase he did need.
I’d buy whatever he picked out –
On this, we both agreed.
He choice was rugged leather
In a rich deep shade of brown.
He’d looked at more expensive ones,
But kept the outlay down.
It made me think back to that time
When I said no to pink.
I wish I hadn’t, but it made no difference,
I don’t think.
I guess as we grow up,
We’re shaped by many different voices;
And there are times when those we love
May veto our first choices.
Yet we become who we must be
Despite well-meaning blunders;
And when a bond survives and thrives,
It’s one of life’s great wonders.
When...through it all, we trust Him!
To verily, Let God Have His Way…
Is much more than words… we say
It’s choosing to stand …and survey
Rather than to bend things our way
It is calling on our...faith...each day
While ignoring the obvious… display
Of the bold, unrighteous acts at play
It is being still when itching to...flay
It is trusting when wanting to...bray
It is patience despite the vast outlay
Of what is wrong, and fully decayed
It is strength found in hope’s…sleigh
It’s leaning while relying on Yahweh
It is remaining silent in times of gray
It is crying but turning…yet… to pray
It is when in humanness of our...clay
We tell Jah what we want on our tray
But then tarry not… to hastily convey
All the results...are His whatever may
Also, it is waiting… within belief’s ray
As we yield to Let God Have His Way
Job 23:10, 12:15, 19:25, Hab 3:17-19, Ps 13
copyright; jmsbell-6/18/21
Solitary ornament resting in time and space
Distilled form with a timeless trace
A stilled life shuttered from the blight of endless days
Its comon veneer no rich outlay portrays
Its stature, dimensions would not invite a patron's gaze
Devoid of pretense; no lace, lacquer its margins encase
Not embossed with silk patterns, silver script; its trite value to efface
No shiny platters or gilded trays ringing its base
No vaunted dais its esteem to raise
From room's, ambient trappings solemnly strays
Rudimentary urn that the decor's aesthetic appeal dismays
Sentimental heirloom no grandeur, grace displays
From sojourners, elicits no envy or praise
Paying homage solely to it's eclectic-owner's, frugaler ways
Where did it go.? That sustainable world.' Its been promised now for decades by
Those well meaning? nerds! who grew up
In a world where in an hours walk along any high street, you could get most items
Everyday needs were covered, replete.' And for a little more outlay, we'd afford an
Odd treat, then inside fifteen minutes you
Were inside the door, packing out shelves
With priducts galore' all this could be
done in any village, or regiinal town, there was no need to go to a city, though as always they were around.' What a novel way of living.' In fact the nerds stole its soul.! Packaged that fifteen minute reality
And swapped it, for a lack-lustre gaol, mafe of techy non-sense and remote overviews.' That serve no real
purpose that it seems is the best nerds can do.' A
Cold austaire experience..An
androgynous extreme,.' An existence
gated with passwords, its quite thi cludo-esque nightmare.? Not even a dream, and the saying that, makes sense now of wool
Pulling over eyes.' Is manifest when i realise how many sheep exist, mentally in
The human guise.'
Automobile prohibitive maintenance costs
pitches me pitifully begging for alms
lamenting dog forsaken
melon collie unpleasant circumstances
pleading with outstretched palms
disgraced to beg, perhaps donate
major organ and/or entire body
to ease vehicular qualms
aha... methinks the missus could pose
as ventriloquist after mortician embalms
these lovely bones, but, hmm...
even then post mortem
agitation most likely becalms...
Straitjacketed impasse finds
yours truly going for broke
to nurse our 2009 Hyundai Sonata,
which monetary outlay doth yoke
mine fate heading, née accelerating
at ever increasing speed
emitting plume of smoke
which thick noxious exhaust
would immediately choke
any innocent wheel chaired,
or ambulatory pedestrian,
bicyclist (think Chernobyl),
a nightmare that did woke.
Mein kampf reduced between
a rock and hard place
analogous to trapped betwixt
Scylla and Charybdis
inadequate funds to purchase
newer preowned car,
nor paltry monies to erase
utter nightmare, yes
father did spring me
unexpected mullah, yet
the near future will menace
this dirt poor aging baby boomer,
and his moderately significant other,
she too needs more than solace
lacking gainful employment and
financial resources, maybe brazen
to broadcast such
amidst digital populace
such tsuris (Yiddish meaning
trouble or woe; aggravation)...
Just letting of figurative steam
emblematic of this easily
intimidated fellow with decent
original (long "e") meme
all throughout his life shouldered,
or voluntarily stationed to sidelines
courtesy crème de la crème
topnotch competitors within
human race attain the
supposed "American dream"
or similar facsimile thereof
finding one fool on the hill
gagging at extreme
pauperism, yes mainly linkedin
to series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket would ogle,
envy chiefly hanker ring)
hashtagging me more supreme
regarding amassing adversity.
Thank you stranger near or afar
understanding how or why
Sylvia Plath crafted The Bell Jar
a cult classic, I would never
attempt to duplicate, my par
for the course literary contribution
might... humph earn me one lone star
if ever dabblings in scratching
out feeble efforts courtesy this word Tsar.
I, (and the missus)
pleased as punch residing
at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
(since july first tooth house
sand eighteen), marks one year
and better with (on site
service) wash and wear,
but most irrefutable attraction
comprises rental assistance,
when upon the merry month of May
first, the dollar figure outlay
to occupy a single bedroom
(at this low cost
housing facility) didst veer
dramatically downward
from an initial charge,
sans five hundred, and seventy two unswear
able legal tenderloin monies,
per twelfth of Gregorian Calendar,
when aye didst tear
away the page signaling June,
thine checking account reduced sheer
lee no misprint (to win unbelievably
rosy, piddly, and giddy)
one hundred and seventy
seven buck a roos,
yet lesser benefits appended, asper
this bucolic, diatonic,
and harmonic rear
opportunity to espy
white tailed non *****
yule less doe ting mama
belonging to Cervidae family app pear
ring to take shelter in a narrow
(sunset) strip somewhat near
enough from mine
inside perch oblivious
to this mad capped (Alfred E. Neuman),
who whiz stumping for elections midyear
essentially to reinstate
"FAKE" King Crimson Lear
on the throne,
who strongly objects to killdeer
for eats or sport,
and silences those hood jeer
his reverence toward gentle creatures
including near extinct albino blushing zebra,
hooves warp and weave interlinear
within said (postage size
token) plot here ~ 1+ hectare
secluded upon a tract
off the beaten commercial
domain and glare
with suburban sprawl,
a hop, skip and jump fair
lee quickly disappearing
"in the name of progress"
though vanishing wild
life eyes find endear
ring, though thine psyche
wracked with despair
no matter ample (spacious
free) parking, a clear
bonus as well un
limited water usage
and to top off the list donated
up for grabs non-sellable (stales) breads,
cakes, fruits, vegetables
about twice a week doth appear.
The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home
since February 28th, 1968, when
Boyce and Harriet Harris
(my octogenarian
widower father, a transplanted urban
cowpoke father, and late outskirts
of poker flats mother) than
experienced livingsocial in the country,
cuz aforesaid domain didst span,
and encompass,
one hundred plus acre estate
listed in national register
as "Glen Elm", where ran
woodland surrounding a golden pond
favored by Canadian Geese,
but under game plan
of commercial developer Donald Neilson
(a tall lumbering
"all business no play doh" man
blueprints drafted for
an army of vinyl city
exemplifying Little boxes
on the hillside ditty
Little boxes made of ticky tacky...gritty
material upending wildlife refuge,
ah...what a pity
yet, impossible to stop industrialization,
the das capital way
spurring thy preferential longing
for nature preservation oye vey,
and to make a million bucks in USA
if land left off limits
for propertied class today
then in the near future,
an aggressive builder will sashay
confirming prophecy
scooping up gobs of profit
out maneuvering competition
analogous to a marathon relay
race quickly witnessing little boxes
to sprout all the same
by construction workers,
who hammer away,
nailing steady income,
viz all work and no play,
who maxim eyes
American middle class dream
asper buying affordable home
after acquiring a mortgage to outlay
their limited choice sans, may
be there's a green one and a pink one
and a blue one and yellow one, how zing
free enterprise, and they're
all made out of ticky tacky
held together on a wing
and prayer they all look