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For every family a dream
of a caring husband
and a devoted wife
who model love and respect
~ never anger or strife
For every family a dream
of children happy
with what they've got
who respect their parents
even if they don't have a lot
For every family a mission
to give of themselves
to do good deeds
to pitch in and help out
those in need, planting kind seeds
For every family a dream
to come closer together
this coming new year
through selflessness and charity
~ to increase joy, light and cheer
December 16, 219
New Year Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
My team lives in the basement,
among cobweb standings and rain-soaked dreams,
where every April promise
becomes a June apology.
Still, I return.
Because baseball is not measured
by the cruelty of the scoreboard.
It is a game that pauses long enough
for memory to catch its breath.
A father unfolds a lawn chair.
A daughter wears a glove too large.
The sun melts behind the bleachers
like a gold coin slipping from heaven.
Nine innings of possibility.
No clock stalks the field.
No buzzer ends a miracle.
Hope lingers in the on-deck circle,
adjusting its batting gloves.
The crack of the bat
is summer splitting open.
A double down the line
draws chalk across the evening.
An outfielder drifts beneath a fly ball
as if answering a prayer only he can hear.
And even in defeat,
there is beauty:
the groundskeeper's careful geometry,
the dirt-stained uniform,
the lonely catcher rising from a crouch
to throw one last ball around the horn.
Soccer may claim the title.
Let it.
But baseball is the art of waiting,
the cathedral of second chances,
the stubborn belief that one swing,
one pitch, one impossible inning
can rescue an entire season
from the basement.
Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through
at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff.
Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto -
Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough -
a clue to the catcher - this batter's toast.
Pickett lobs the pitch from high on his perch,
Meade smacks it past the church house roof almost -
a bolt from the Blue, Gray gets lost in the search
and Meade makes an easy trip 'round three bases.
Hancock is next and takes his turn with relief.
He whacks one to the pitcher of all places
running like blue blazes in disbelief.
He speeds to first base while Meade makes it on in.
Then Hancock circles the field - score is ought-two
As Pickett sits on the ball holding his shin.
In shock, he volleys a few words of blue.
The umpire approaches, a'raisin' his hands,
"I heard balderdash," he bawls with a frown.
"Game's called for cussin', but the score still stands."
Singing the blues, Graycoats hand over the crown.
New "toasts" of the town are Hancock and G. Meade.
They both talk a blue streak to boast of the coup.
Dazed by their disbelief, Graycoats recede.
And for weeks, Gen'ral Pickett's leg's - black and blue.
written 12 January 2015
Great Beefy Tasting
--------------------------
Walla,Walla
the sweetest onions around!
Brioche buns soft pillowy texture!
And roasted garlic cloves!
Were one to
clarify the butter
add the garlic
and add the onions
and then paint the buns
to be toasted.
set aside the buns.
and then caramelize these onions
to be set aside.
Grill the big beefy burgers
to a perfect medium.
To what degree of wellness
is the suiter desires.
The lettuces, the tomatoes,
the dill pickles
and a sauce of a thousand Islands
with sliced bacon and cheeses
of Swiss and Cheddar!
Don't forget the onions
caramelized sweet!
a series of experiences that give
knowledge or understanding to someone
Oh the learned Palette
the tastes fit for
the most Marvelous of Peoples.
From Beefy Ideas
by Chef Whoo-gah Whoo-Gah
From the Beefy Best beef Belly Roast
or ah Burger will do!
*****Roast Your Beef Belly
until it's fork tender
and substitute the burger
with the belly meats
Ah so delicious!
bistro potatoes Fries/catsup
and Salad!
sequence is the restatement
of a motif or longer melodic
passage at a higher or lower
pitch in the same voice. It
symbolizes the union of
a single tone.Bay-leaf in Beef!
keep on Bay-leaf in Beef!
Life & Friends Idioms
Composed: by Tom Wright
7/16/2018
We know “Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day”.
And his words and actions will his thoughts betray
“Life isn`t hard to manage, when you`ve nothing to lose”
To live it Godly or in sin, it’s you who will choose.
“There are three true friends: an old wife, an old dog and cash.”
But many times wives are most friendly with the stash.
If you’ve more than three friends, you “Have it made in the shade”
And it bears out the saying “Friends are born, not made”.
“One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives,” or perhaps not,
But relay that to a relative, and you’ll “stir the pot”
“A friend is one who has the same enemies as you have” some concur,
But using other criteria to bind us, I generally prefer.
My Friend, “He Was Big Enough To Go Bear Hunting With a Switch”
And when he opens his mouth you’re engrossed in his sales pitch.
He often uses the saying “A Penny Saved Is A Penny Earned”
And is quick to tell you, “If You Play With Fire You Get Burned”
“Only when we come to the end, we decide whether the path was correct”.
But in judgment, only God, decides if our path was flecked;
I wonder sometimes if longing
is no more or less than misplaced belonging,
on my list of absences
that are more honestly presences
we have deferred explicitly owning right now,
you and I potentially co-empathic,
Left with Right dialectical insides and outsides,
without even knowing this absence from each in-
and outside other.
Things and relationships and transactional places
longed for yet unseen and unknown
we walk within and of and for in outflowing imaginations
both within and without ego/ecoconscious polypathic sacred-organic
ecology.
Bicamerally,
as Yang to Yin to not not back to positive Yang
we long to belong to no longer longing
to become to not not simply be
ecoconscious healthy EarthTribe cooperative reorganizers,
as, hopefully, was, and remains, Elder RNA's original organic regenerative designs,
Earth's original thermo-resonant polyculturing climate intent.
Personal and familial history
evolves into ecopolitical re-creation and de-generation stories
of great, and more typically smaller, transitions within dipolar climate histories,
ecological WinAnthro/WinEarth evolutions of octaved major thru minor memory dialects,
musical pitch and personal rhythm patterns of vibrating light
across evolution's transformative polypathic through monopolistic trends.
BiCameral CoBinary neurosystemic anthro-intelligence
recreating ecosystemic Gaian-intelligence matriarchal mysteries
HerStory cooperative strings and tales of evolutionary synergies,
authentically integral
indigenously and wisely owned incorporations,
divestments from dysfunctional climatically revolting competitions,
unkind suffering loss and death,
slowing domesticated empire-building force of irreligious nationalistic form
by day,
tsunamis and hurricanes and Earth's quaking futures by night
As perceived through bicameral co-evolving eyes,
still longing to belong within co-empathic humane-divine
nature-spirit Me/We ego/eco-systemic healing
body-mind belonging
cobinary
neurosystemically felt-thought longing
anima/animus rebalancing belonging.
Giving into emotions wildly
passionate in thought but softly
thinking realizing meaning
dreaming during an evening walk
listening to the tone of my heart
conquering shyness and pity
kissing the lips of nature so golden
A mounting trail of grief and tears
real and salted in a wound so fresh
finding beauty so pure and honest
forgiving all in a moment’s flash
finding love again so sweet so pure
eyes moist crying soft part of the soul
running fingers through hair so soft
I seek your presence always
intense in feeling
hopeful in intent
always playful always
sweetly kissing your lips
gazing deeply into your eyes
touching holding feeling
My love is present forever
this soul moved and cherishing
golden tear drops emotions pure
dry their splashes laughter comes
living each moment to fullest pitch
saying only “Hi” and never goodbye
full of meaning most wondrous true
How precious our love is always
ancient treasures no greater nor grander
wishing always everlasting memory
wanting the best against all odds
seizing the day making all joyful
crying and forgiving always
making our spirits our souls one
Walking in that sweet summer wind
all cares away emotions present
embracing warmly and often
caressing in the moist warm wind
kissing most divinely and often
finding our destiny and love so true
crying tear drops rejoicing in life
Angels and happiness pervade our thoughts
the light the intensity the feeling so
consummating our oneness whole
dreams fulfilled passion rewarded
our hearts beat now as one as one
under Mother Nature’s umbrella
passion love emotion feeling forever
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (October 20, 2014)
(Free Verse poetic format)
Remeber that toast from yesterday morning honey? Yeah what about it. It tasted like cake what was it. I fried the leftover poundcake into french toast. Hazelnuts and coconuts and whipped cream. I was faboulous Darling where did you get the idea. The gy at Cafe Mongol told me it's what his wife does when there's lefteovers.Editing, and distribution process. Jargon: why are you saying this Honey? Oh nothing I left the sheet music on the table did you move it? Yes it's in the draw by the door. Thanks I found it. Did you know they rebanned the 12-stringed Yatga in Mongolia? No honey, I couldn't give a damn. It's a banned instrument why is one here. I guess I'm some sorta "MUSICAIL OUTLAW" I guess.The Glass Armonica will arrive at the auditrium tommorrow. We might have some troubles do to it's abilty to cause muscle spasms. Yeah Honey! Well I'm off I'll be back after my workout.." Might the threads unravel i will depend on your love for my concern"! Yeah I love you to Honey. Put a block of ice on it Cool it off that way. See you later.
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - FIRST PART
Firstly the rains came calling cool
It instantly brought hope and happiness
For people relished the Celsius dip down
And hoped for reservoirs to fill to lips
But pretty soon the horrific floods followed
As it rained cats and dogs, days on end
As monsoon turned to a tormentor possessed
And led many to many a sleepless night
The inevitable pain came calling chill and fast
As roads and streets were ravaged entirely
And excess water submerged ponds and land
As waterways and drains could pass no more
The serious threat meandered in with a roar
With intense rains adding to the fury and more
Amidst storm, lightning, thunder on crescendo
Emanating from deep depressions in the Bay
Then fear and scare all showed up all night
As water inundated fields and farms alike
And entered into houses and dwelling units
Causing widespread loss to assets and life
The floods slithered in surely winding its way
Uprooting trees and destructing everywhere
Cattle, dogs and pets perished soon, unsung
With hapless people of all ages, in a gloom
The engulfing darkness brought chaos, for
Gloomy conditions only worsened soon
With nothing in sight; except rising waters
Seething snakes and reptiles added blues
Trauma and melancholy, magnified manifold
As waters chill, ran amuck human household
Swirling in; bringing great despair, in Cities too
Nightmare everywhere; yet nowhere to go;
The disaster itself was a Broadway show
As city and residences became a water-show
And in no time all hell had broken loose;
Making waterways of rail and road ways too
The big losses came quick and fast
As households washed off in a gaffe
And apartments and cars submerged
With basements becoming watery graves
Overnight and instantly everything was lost
Furniture, valuables, utensils and garments,
Refrigerators, kitchenware, other gadgets too
Gold, silver, cash and documents; phones too
And then it was the death that reared its head,
As people drowned and went missing cold
Pitch darkness engulfing the misery in whole
People breathed their last; their grief untold
........ Continued in Second Part
Long time had passed, our road doesn't met
We keep on searching, but fate doesn't allow us
I removed myself from my shell to find freedom
Time you came unnoticed I wasn't there
I go to North, you came, we didn't come across
I search for green pasture, you're searching me
Our path is not meant to be mended this way
Life goes on we parted as our love has no closure
We chased the last bus ride, one of us is left
We keep to find the star that light our way
It seems dim light, but pitch dark is majority
I didn't notice finding profession is laid back love
There's hollowness within my heart too empty
Too tightly closed that after all these years aloof
The reality we face is uncertain walking that way
I go this way, you go that way, finding our love
But to no avail, we both landed in others arm
We go on life and love on separate ways
None of us is sure how happiness is temporary
Fate is not sided with us, He has many reasons
Why our love did not realized and materialized
For many decades we go on our ways
We have our own lives to be taken care of
Our family, our friends, our comrades are new
Our world, our profession, our aspirations anew
Our environment we keep on adjusting gauges
To make us fitting and raise socializing freedom
Until fate realized to make a joke between us
Someone has used to make the bridge repaired
I was at the end of the bridge looking at you
Reaching my hands to reach you once again
Missing you was the cudgel that first connect
The long lost love that once to find an answer
The love I once kept for a long time in my heart
Is now swelling with excitement and pride
At last, I have found you in unexpected manner
Your reply to communicate me erases all hinges
What remain now are all apologies I have made
To let you know how sorry I am for the lost time
Am not with you on those lonely darkest night
At least now, we found each other in peace
We now riding different boat going the sea of life
We both are happy now and contently fine
We may not have formal closure right today
Let it be that way for our hearts are happy now.