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Uncooperative
self reliant
unhelpful or
unwilling to asit
often done to
achieve benevolent
goalies
prioritizing the
well being of others over
the well being of ones self.
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A great dancer both were
they made the jealous fool admitt.
Both are great dancers
but I wish him to
quit their alliance
and be part of mine
anything else is seen as
foolish and unproductive.
Due to the rigors of time
and finding love with another
he came to his senses
and reached out to those
who wished him apart of
there dance team
they met, they agreed, they
rehearsed, they developed a routine
something performers
would envy and what audiences
would demand.
They met at the right time
in there life before
they were to mean
from the rigors of experience
to see a future that
would included one another
There next obstacle was
finding the right sound
to be the backdrop
for the Movement of Collaborative
People
In a meadow of wildflowers
On a hillside in the spring
I watched a ballet of butterflies
With various colors fluttering
The sun provided the spotlight
On this colorful outdoor stage
Accompanied by an orchestra of songbirds
With a fresh north breeze turning the page
The choreography was stunning
Their movements so precise
Each flower beckoning the butterflies
Using their beauty as a luring device
With butterflies exchanging partners
Kissing stamens and pistols, too
The cycle of Mother Nature
Through this ballet was coming true
I sat in awe of this beauty
Watching the colorful pageantry
Thanking the wonderful performers
For staging this show just for me
by Joe Flach written and posted on 4/3/12 for the Butterfly Kisses contest
Candid and fully exposed as the theatre’s light dims
She stands poised, dauntless disciplined and statuesque
A stance both stalwart and defiant yet supple are her limbs
Mango hued flower, shoulder's thrown back thrusting her breast
He sits rapped by intrigue as he studies her movement
A silver fox and raven mane is neatly brushed regally back
To beautify him further would take divine improvement
Only to be bathed in her impassioned embrace does he lack
Swirls of sangria red fabric charge like El toro spark undulating trails
Laced in pearly white with azure blue print mesmerize and highlight
And flow about her generous hips in a rage of billowing canvas sails
Flamenco dancers firm legs are revealed in fish nets that boldly invite
Whilst her furtive glimpse ignites his cavalier bon vivant smile
She bewiles with onyx eyes that glisten and fingers splayed for effect
He connects in a flash with a performers come hither guile
Upon times eternal river this fiery night's tryst they shall reflect
An Audeince is a group of people who
have gathered to see or experience a show.
A show is a staged event which
sound, lighting, audio,
and visual aspects are reherested to give fans
a unique and great expereince.
A show is often put on with the audeinces
performers saftey in mind.
Performers are unquiecly business minded people
who perform.
Emotionally yours he sounded love sick.
He began not wanting to be with closley
affectionate with
folk who refused to support the relationships
he was in. Citing the way
the woman looked in opposition to him.
He knew what he could focus his mind to
if he was in an honest relationship.
But being pried apart
The love facts sheet excluded her being
involved with others.
And it excluded his close freindship
with several different people.
They both loved being at the Theather Room
and the shows put on by local and
ational performers." Glad Gabby" performed
"Anchorious" and " The Gibson Love Song"
to a jammed packed audeince
and they both were there together.
United by Venue, performer and
Performance. Fans of the audeince members
were just as intrigued by the stage
and the VIP in the front row.
From The Gibson Gabby Love Song
The CoOp featured Women and Families
and their Matriarchal Allies,
often LGB and/or T,
and even some curiously queerer,
but not meaner
in appropriate demeanor
regardless of habitat
and camouflage
and costume,
ready for a folksy ball,
come as you neighborhood are
at Three Sisters CoOp.
The Corn Sisters
first brought their good news gospel,
Christian straight through bisexual,
standing Yangish tall.
To conjoin the Bean Brothers and Sisters,
enslaved in wombs a bit too much longer
than their corny deep green sisters,
yet rich brown and red
and forest green ready
to sprout and reforest spiral,
devouring,
yet digesting appropriately just right,
what Corn could carry and bear,
before producing their Bean creolizing
jazzy song and dance performers;
sultry street reformers
resting on a corny stalk of Yang.
Pumpkin spreading shade Earth Allies
grow across the CoOp's neighborhood,
incorporating spiritual
and natural nutritions
to feed a hungry matriarchal-patriarchal world,
rich with integrative nutritional potential,
deep with CoOp integrity
to reweave,
reforest,
Three Sister CoOps,
wherever humanity blooms,
not bleeds so much,
as and where planted,
in and out,
up and down,
back and forth
TaoTime reweaving.
A Great Transitional bean-brother
and sister
stood to take the lunch microphone
first opened up this day
to say:
If you look at a flat picture of a three-sprout braid,
it looks like oppositional Yang and Yin
are bilaterally weaving in and out
in Hypostatic Union
universally alone.
Yet that same three-dimensional braid
when felt and looked at
from at least all three-sides,
unveils a secret wu-wei Trinity
of TaoTime,
a braid for Sacred Corn
as FatherSun,
a braid for Natural Beans
as Holonic Cooperative Flowing-Spiral Spirit,
a braid for MotherEarth
Squashed Down Folks and Species
spreading lovely shade and reforesting projects
and cooperative programs,
economically and politically discouraging competing weeds
while splattering growing psychologically complex rain
where it best absorbent falls.
But, which nutritional strand is which
depends on you,
the ecopolitical view you listen to most Yang-Yin deeply,
as written in sweetgrass braids
of each Three Sisters CoOp.
He was Johnny Carson's sidekick for thirty years.
When he died, it was bound to bring about tears.
His fans are devastated from coast to coast.
He was a comedian and a game show host.
He co-hosted TV's bloopers and practical jokes with Dick Clark.
He was a very funny person but this man's death is very dark.
McMahon was one of the greatest performers that we've ever seen.
He even fought for our freedom in World War II as a Marine.
If someone says that he wasn't talented, it will be a lie.
He was a hero ans we all know that he was a great guy.
(DEDICATED TO ED McMAHON WHO DIED JUNE 23, 2009.)
Build the wall I hear them scream
Like this is some American dream
Why don’t we build that wall for all to see
Completely around Washington D.C.
We could charge admission, pay as you go
Come see the clowns at the circus show
An elephant and jackass will be the sign
Bring your own booze and I’ll bring mine
Mainstream media will bring us the latest
The ringmaster will tell you why he’s the greatest
The comedy show won’t be hard to sell
The performers are paid and we pay them well
Once you’re corrupted you can be hired
Worship the ringmaster or find yourself fired
While we build the wall we can dig a ditch
Bury the evidence while the rich get rich
So build the wall for all to see
But walls do not make people free
Of humanity the far right’s bereft
No patriotism within the left
We are slowly watching our country fall
Around D.C. please build the wall
Performers of the Night
A journey around the centric Sun,
dawning light until day is done.
A hooting owl swooping on nested prey,
a harmony of crickets,
flickering, firefly lamps.
The Moon views with a watchful eye,
a confident sentry of the night
revolving, eastward in the sky;
leading with illuminating light.
the star studded dome
a symphony of planets ~
synchronized rhythm
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Crystalline syllable count: 9 and 8
Kimo syllable count: 10, 7, 6
Quatrain syllable count: 8, 9, 8, 9
Haiku syllable count: 5, 7, 5
March 27, 2022
For: A combination of forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Syllables verified on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyming words verified on Rhymezone.com
Placed 8th in contest
51.
My 8th Leaf
Picked thee from high place
Meters from its base
Now the longest one
Note's page overspan
It's a bamboo leaf
Students – sports players
-And stage performers
From InterCapSU
Just said “Bye, bye you”
Towards Home-Sweet-Home
September last day
While bus on delay
Road's bit so rocky
Blurred air was dusty
Sun has just set
On bus “Marienelle”
Beside window sill
On Sigma somewhere?
A highschool near there
Dumarao coming
Processed Salingsing
Papers to Ma'am Bing
Bought books, inks, CDs
Went to Ma'am Gomez
Somehow busy day.
-09/30 – 10/01/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
We have some friends with a son named Todd,
whose avocation was to an actor be.
Little did I know that his avocation
would sometime soon involve me.
I loved to sing around the house
and (if I say so myself) could carry a tune.
One day my wife told me that she
didn't know how really well I could croon.
Their son had gotten a lead role in a show,
my wife bragged about my singing.
When she mentioned that chorus voices were needed,
I should have heard the alarm bells ringing.
Have you ever been in a Musical Show?
In front of an audience I would never stir,
Yet, here I was agreeing
to join the chorus of "Oliver".
It was very hard work from the beginning,
rehearsals and stage blocking every night.
Then there were the costumes and make-up,
Now I know what it feels like to put on tights.
Oh, you should have seen me,
dancing and singing like never before.
Gallavanting with trepidation in every step,
learning to enjoy the audience's roar.
It was fun as I had never experienced,
being part of a cast to make others smile.
Wearing hose and funny clothes, pretending
that I was someone else for a little while.
I don't remember how many performances,
but I'll never forget that feeling at the end of the show.
When the audiences stood and applauded us,
as we bowed and then had to go.
There is no such feeling in the world,
than to be appreciated by others you see.
Performers, writers, comics, or poets
all give us something we need.
That is why they shower their applause on us,
when we perform to make their day.
I know, because I have experienced it
even in just my own little way.
It made me want to do it again,
to be an actor and not a stagehand hidden.
I'll tell you about my next performance,
in a show that I was so glad to have given.