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This morning the sun burst over the hill warming the trees with its morning glow and scorching the grass before I could mount the horse.
It is the warmth in the East that sets your heart on fire and mingle with the passion burning on your lips as you make that journey towards the junction.
I can see them coming from the East with fire bubbling up in their belly but they quickly pivot to the north to cool the temperature down and change their night gown.
They have been traveling for days with bag packs and mountain hats, they hurry to refill their dry water bottles to wet their cracked lips and soaked their dry feet in Epsom salt.
I watched them searching for words to express how they feel but the words couldn't come out and tears began to flow. Each one has a story to tell of how they escape from the bottom of the well and how the night fire and the woodland character shaped their personality.
It was a journey that no one could bear and it was packed with misery and fear, the woodland ,sound, the wicked witch crown and the woodpecker frowning at the bush doctor, the owl at nights created a symphony that ruins everyone's appetite and the philistine buried under the rubble crying out for help created a mountain of troubles.
When darkness prowl around at night everyone sits still and listen to cracking trees and the birds talking to each other. I sat their listening to the bag packers' story and as they re-call their experience my spirit grows stronger and the north wind began to blow and cooled down the temperature
See them coming from the north riding on their bountiful horses, they are going to the junction to join the celebration. There is a along line of car behind you and one Infront of you, you have got to bake the special cake and take it to the junction before it's too late.
Meet me at the Junction and I will show you where the figure stands. The road is joined into two at the junction.
Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty warms up our heart.
TV’s Bonanza, Rawhide, Twilight Zone,
and The Untouchables all get their start.
That F104C flies higher still,
the show ‘Rocky and his Friends’ is unveiled.
Marx Brother’s are no longer on TV,
the first ‘Barbie’ dolls are ready for sale.
Vince Lombardi takes over the Packers,
the Cardinals trade just one player for nine.
Tom Landry starts to coach for the Cowboys,
in about 30 years he will resign.
Boston Celtics score one seventy three,
Candlestick Park is now Bayview’s new name.
One-forty-eight straight then Yogi errors,
Boston Red Sox last race barrier team.
Food stamps help to fill our hungry bellies,
a new design for the pennies tail end.
The Dalai Lama has to leave China,
Al Ginsberg’s “Lyseric Acid” is penned.
Hawaii becomes state number fifty,
Japanese Americans freed once more.
Russia shows us the far side of the moon,
America wants to even the score.
No one knows why they played two All Star games,
least they sent someone to the Hall of Fame.
The AFL is the new football league,
Eddie Lubanski bowls two perfect games.
Oklahoma’s prohibition is done,
Soviets to invade Afghanistan.
Able and Baker leave orbit and back,
and NASA announces their moon trip plan.
SR.N1 is the first flying ship,
Lady Chatterley’s Lover is now banned.
Planet 9 from Outer Space aptly named,
as the world’s ‘worst film’ and then it gets canned.
The discovery of Zinj means humans,
had lived at least two million years ago.
Ike bounces his message off of the moon,
we hear that Kookie can lend us his comb.
Hendrix buys his first electric guitar,
he only plays one gig and then gets fired.
Bob Dylan graduates from his high school,
and he is beginning to be inspired.
There’s a growing sense that things are changing,
people can’t quite put their finger on it.
In Wakenda I’m clinging to my mom,
and my diapers keep filling with ‘not spit’.
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
The sweet reggae music
And the oldies Goldie’s Outbids the
Noise in the night
Tall dark and handsome,
I saw him standing there,
A well shave face viper
His artistic designs
From ear to cheek
Zigzags lines that
Shape his round face
The shine on his face clashes
With the street light
To have such a deep admiration
From a sex stave woman
I was in love the six packer
the bearded caribbean viper
Under the street light; they he stand tall
I sigh! and took another sip of beer
as memory recalls I about to have an affair?
I whisper softly " Lord “Please don't failed me now
That was the night
When I surrender my heart, my secrets
for moment of bliss that fulfills only
a temporary curiosity of most women
My self-confidence forfeit
The enemy captured my heart
Self-confidence is to do
What you are afraid to do.
I have done it all
I surrender everything to a tall six packers
the beard caribbean viper
A moment of sanity
From another human being to another
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green!
I am wearing my favorite colored green jeans.
Hypnotized by the Irish color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the frenzy grass so warm and green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I've ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
Not all Irish believe in wearing the color green.
My plants in my greenhouse sway with good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green, green, and green!
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
:-) Happy March 17,
Just had my tea
Turned off the Christmas Tree
It is sad to see it go
Back to storage I know
But there is a three-day weekend break
And two Championship meetings at stake
American National Conferences will pick their reps
For the Big Game in Miami and we will answer with all our bets
Opinions will start
While NFL merchandise will be added to the Internet cart
Will it be close, will be a blow out?
When some will ask what is all this about?
Chiefs, Titans Packers and Niners are the final four
With two on Sunday being shown the door.
But will the Christmas spirit still be here
As we sip the unwrap Christmas Day Cheer
Or will the next holiday be a day off
Where we nurse a wintry cough?
It is for a man named King
And we should still sing
The message of peace
And war and hate to cease
With two more games on the table
While relaxed think about the disabled
As each injury time out is taking
A message should be in the making
The players are only hurt
With no need to dig up the cemetery dirt.
We are now in winter when its dark
And we really need to spark
That peaceful communication is important
And should be exported.
League sports do work
Especially if it soothes someone ready to blow their cork
Let the cities compete with fans celebrating in the street
It is a sporting spectacle that we need
To keep that Christmas spirit going indeed
If you give points or receive them on Championship Decision Day
Keep in mind the creative angle will pay
Since even the losing wager will stimulate emotion
That is healthier than that colorful cocktail potion
In closing our Sunday ritual will come to an end
And the word draft will be spoken without any worry’s civilians will have to mend
One should keep a stiff upper lip
Knowing peaceful warfare on an athletic field should be hip.
First Snow
Daylight~
My world is covered with pure white snow
Untarnished
The branches of the red pine out my
Window, softly comforted with a thin blanket
Of downy fluff streets, unmarked by soot,
Await transgressions of human movement.
One contemplates at such times~
Hats, snow boots, scarves, packers and
Don't forget to throw the heavy survival blanket
I bought from Joyners in Grand Marais Mn...
(On one of my annual camping trips to the far
North with my daughters as they were
Growing up, showing them where to find
Peace in the real world God Created)
...Into the backseat of my car for those
Unexpected moments when caught outside
Demands prolonged warmth to avoid frostbite.
Naturally, one takes personal inventory
At such times, compensations really,
Mostly age related, necessities for making
It over the winter hump to hoped for, Spring.
There are tools I engage > seed catalogs begin
Arriving, thoughts of renewal, both of nature
And myself emerge in my thinking.
Am I worthy of such a renaissance? are there
Apologies or pleas of forgiveness needed?
Satisfied with conclusions, I convince myself
To venture forth in this clean slate ouside,
Properly self-chastened to avoid past potholes,
And enjoin my gentle imprints with other
Intrepid wanderers of the north country.
~ early November in Minnesota '18
Daddy
where is America
the ten-year-old asked
My teacher says
it’s in Washington
on a paper behind glass
My coach says
it’s on Sundays
when the Green Bay Packers play
My friend’s uncle says
Indianapolis
during the last week of May
Grandpa says
it’s July 4th
at the Veteran’s Parade
My bus driver says
it’s the Unions
and the working man’s wage
But where is it Dad
they all say
different things
Where can I see
America
in one place — as one thing
Grab your coat
Bobby
and let’s take a ride
And to a
large mall
they both ventured inside
Are you
hungry my boy
the father said to his son
You’ve got
choices galore
and can pick from each one
And as they
sat down
the father said from his chair
Look around you
my son
— this is America squared
(King Of Prussia Mall: June, 2026)
Training methods in Green Bay:
Pack hay
All day
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Fish in a bowl:
Super
Grouper
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Players in flight:
Falcons
Ravens
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Transfer:
New club
Still sub
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Just super!:
Great goal
At bowl
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Plugs in Chicago:
To bear
The blare
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All Se(a)ttled:
Seahawks
Dough talks
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What both Packers & Buccaneers do:
Keep play
At bay
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trying to sleep
take a simple nap
but the whirling
dervishes in my
mind won't stop
stomping or
dancing
and as i'm "one
who delights in all
manifestations of the
terpsichorean muse" my
memories remind me of a
time on the island of Thera
Greece where each of us to be
leaving the next morning
invited a friend who
invited a friend
and we all sat
down at the
psari (fish)
taverna
it was a regular U.N. of
travellers and back
packers and like
a meeting at
the Hague
we took
over
the place much to the
owner's happiness
as we ordered
and ate and
sated our
thirst
on
homemade Retsina
so much so that
we drank every
drop of what
was made
but even
a kiwi
pleaded
he'd drink
the dregs to
keep elated but
the owner was already
pouring thank you shots
of ouzo with many linguistic
cheers
he knew
what he was
going to do to
cheer his new
found friends for
with this the night
would end
with sudden
static sounds of
wires popping he
had plugged in an
electric bouzouki to
yells whoops and hollers
of broken
accents of
broken Greek
and English asking
turn the amp to eleven
and do you know any
Hendrix
Form:
10,000
The cows are all dead.
They died in the heat,
or so they said.
I feel sorry for the cows,
but more sorry for the farmers,
the ranchers,
the processors,
the packers,
the truckers,
the factory works,
the wholesale and retail people...
The store,
the grocery workers,
the meat men, (the butchers)
and you...
me...
us.
In two years...
twenty-two food-related companies,
have been burned up,
burned down,
flooded out,
and hit by planes.
Yes,
two planes.
Two different sites.
When I used to stay with my grandmother,
in the hot summers of Arizona...
It was hard to go outside at times.
She bought me books to read,
and paint by number... color sets.
It did not take long to see,
if you used all the right shades,
in the right order...
that pigment does not lie.
There was a pattern. (always)
Even at six,
it was plain to see.
Things are much clearer than before,
there is evil at the door.