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EPIDEMIC NOT ENDEMIC
More and more people worldwide,
Are becoming aware of what could,
Become an international crisis,
As a virus seems to be spreading,
Many have sadly died,
What are we to do or rather should
Do, our freedom will fearfully be minus,
The lifestyle we knew, will be changing,
Countries are somewhat more allied
Taking heed of safety regulations for the good
Of their own kind and ultimately mankind.
Borders are closing slightly more rapidly
Than a month ago, airports strictly
Monitoring the comings and goings
Of passengers and if suspect are tested
People wearing masks,
Almost every country affected, coronavirus
Is causing a worldwide
Hysteria as more showings
Appear daily, fever, coughing congested
Chest, doctors and nursing
Staff dressed in protective clothing.
Even with a friend, suggest no hand shaking,
No kissing,
Or even touching
The period of incubation
Is between 1 and 14 days
All this is so quick, a blaze
Which has caused a craze!
The Virus has become very contagious
Some doctor said something outrageous,
That this corona virus scare is just a big fuss
How can a medical man say thus,
Build up your immunity dear friends,
God Bless, on Him all depends.
7/28/12
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When I look into your eyes,
I see my father looking back
He smiles and comforts me
Through you I can truly see
Only you and him I could bring myself to love
And though he’s gone. . .he is present
A taste of the love I have missed so long
But now in a different style
Your smile. . .that beautiful smile
Brings me back to the memories of joy
He stood beside me. . .I was just a little boy
And he left me long ago
With a promise
He said there is always hope in every period of our lives
The hardest thing to do is grasp onto it
And accept it. . .and nurture it. . .fulfill it
You are my hope
You were sent by my father
I owe you everything
And I will love you and change
That’s a promise
There is a hope I have come to grasp
And I mean to fulfill it
A period of peace
When peace reigned In the year 1334 or so the residents in Alhambra thought Catholics chimed too early on Sundays at the time, Granada was ruled by, The Muslims, who went along fine with the Christians, who were good farmers and makers of wine not to forget, the Jewish population ( people of the book) kept, the pecuniary, in shape it was agreed that the bells should not ring before seven, but the beautiful gardens behind tall walls
must be watered at five in the morning.
It was a peaceful time, but nothing in human history lasts forever; the Church of Rome had ambition, Muslims fled, and the Jews went into exile in Portugal and were shattered around the towns and villages and became a part of the general population
Within halls that all but speak,
Sit elegant objects, very antique;
Treasured and valued bits of past,
Which care and devotion made last.
A museum crowded with sweet memory,
Like of dead, red robin's late beauty!
The glossy mirror gracing the wall,
At ruddy sunset, reflects them all.
A china doll; a royal wedding gown,
The king's rubied coronation crown.
The past is revived in so many ways,
And lingers through the golden days!
The austere portrait upon the wall,
Is frozen in eternity as time crawls,
As when someone seems lost in a dream,
When the night is awash in moonbeams!
There's Louis XIV and some Chippendale,
Period furnishings of beauteous detail.
The colorful past was created to last-
To make with pop culture, plum contrast!
[“It nourishes the spirit and feeds the imagination” ~ Ryszard Antolak]
In the desert of Abarkuh
this magnificent cedar stands,
a symbol of beauty and happiness,
liberty and justice; the triumph of life.
Was it Zoroaster or Japheth
who planted this sacred Iranian tree
which has withstood the test of time,
defying nature’s most fierce elements?
There it stands, savouring memories
of distant years, witness to the birth
and growth of modern civilization.
It bears no fruit, but it feeds the spirit
and offers shade to those who seek it.
Age takes its toll. Weary yet defiant
it clings on to stubborn faithful roots
waiting for the master to call its name
while swallows huddle in its welcoming
branches, whispering, as the sun goes down,
keeping her company right till the very end.
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Period of Time ~ a 4,000 year old tree
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Valentine's Day 2021
Yours truly not necessarily
romantic fellow at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping
(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
maybe accompanied with entree couscous
generic and garden variety
run of the mill by the floss husband
ordinarily fancy free and footloose
feigned being inebriated
noisily squawking - imitating
deafening honking lunging goose
creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome
whereby wife playfully threatened me
to hang me (all choking aside) with noose,
(I needed to gibbet a chance)
as ye can accurately dead deuce
nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse,
thus I immediately called truce
after hiring team of animated experts
Rocky the squirrel
and Bullwinkle the moose.
Once upon a time I
bouncing up and down
analogous to yoyo
rode proud on his high horse whoa
considered himself, albeit kiddingly
as pure as the driven though
fell prey to basic proto
human barking animal propensity
desire under the Elm you know
all to well that biological urge
goading species to reproduce
when consummated minus
utilization of prophylactics
to aid and abet begetting embryo
unborn or unhatched offspring
in process of development,
particularly human offspring during
period from approximately
second to eighth week after fertilization
(subsequently termed a fetus).
Back in the day
gathering rosebuds while I may
thy pure motive to lay
me down with barenaked lady
futile (yet Prince Valiant) attempt
to placate seething hormonal secretion
surging testosterone seemingly went away
(I strongly suspect absent libinal longing
courtesy side effect half dozen medications)
bodes ill with spouse
marriage doth severely fray.
Canada Jays
Four seasons ‘round, Canada jays are found,
Perched in tree branches, safe and sound,
Resting after flying throughout the North,
In the Canadian boreal forests.
Heard and not seen unless it’s their intention
To disturb the silence, making known their presence
By confronting intruders in the area
With shrill barking, expressing displeasure.
Their shaded greys of feathery plumage bests
Darker on the back, with lighter puffed breasts.
On a round head adorns a snow-capped crown,
Endowed with dark eyes and a sharp, short, pointed bill.
They have feet equipped with talons to grip the limb tight,
While long, white-tipped tail feathers fan in flight,
Which serves the robin-sized creature well in this climate
And adapts the songbird to its environment.
Then, it’s off scavenging, preparing for winter
In territories established by mating pairs,
Who swish food in their mouths to coat it with saliva,
Ensuring successful seasonal survival
By hiding the sticky boluses in trees
And memorizing the local scenery,
As marauding eyes spy on the jays’ commotions
To steal morsels from the clandestine caches.
During cold weather, they fluff up their feathers
To stay warm and hide their feet from exposure
And twist their necks to tuck in their beaks
Under the wing flap joint to maintain body heat.
Sometimes, they snuggle for companionship
And share warmth during winter hardships.
The birds, confirming whispers to their mate for life,
Find comfort in their labours, making it worthwhile.
In early spring, when the air is cold and the snow deep,
The male selects the south side of the tree for a nest site for the sun’s heat,
Building the nest with dead twigs, bark strips, and lichens,
With caterpillar cocoons for reinforcement.
The cup is feather-lined for the female to lay,
Who does not leave the clutch until the eggs are hatched.
The male feeds her throughout the incubation period,
Then she joins him in the raising of their offspring.
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
this is the season of change
March is a period of transition
already you are in preparation
for the rains of April
this time of year begins the pastels
the loveliest of colors adorning you
my favorite is the powder blue
altho yellows do you well
lavender steals my breath
the light green becomes a garden nymph
all dance in memories of children dying eggs
working hand in hand we did the rabbit well
there were times i must admit
thinking i had married Mother Earth
yet my heart knows the truth
i married a woman
who made the colors come alive
from the shadows in my life
who made the moon dance to a waltz
who made vegetables palatable
who made my life heaven on Earth
who made me realize
i am because of who you are
3/2/19 Kismet
It's a forgotten graveyard
by an untraveled, murky road...
where wild grass and clinging vines rapidly grow;
If sun rays didn't break through, it wouldn't glow.
Many children talking loud on their way to school
glance at it, and rushing by do whisper
among themselves, " Be quite, they will
wake up and scare you." Another kid says , "Fool,
they can't harm anyone, they will sleep 'till
Judgement Day, instead say some prayer."
I was one of those kids who often heard the priest speak to believers
strenghtening their faith with words deeply sad,
" Death is a period of long sleep into the earth so deep
awaiting trumpets to awaken those fallen asleep...
when all graves will open up and give up each dead."
Even mom mentioned such a glorious event coming unexpectedly,
'" Son, don't be afraid, but rejoice: Christ will hold the scepter of victory!"
On Rememberance Day, I pulled the ugly vines
off the crumbling tombstones and placed flowers
underneath them and praying silence broke;
I could read all the names...too happy to have dared...
sufdenly a lark swooped down and stared and wondered,
" Why does death bring sorrow not hope? "
Written on 10/5/2016