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Premium Member Saturday Night 1964

1964, Saturday night, 7 p.m. 
Mom has prepared meatloaf, scalloped corn and baked potatoes.
We are okay with this, sitting behind our TV trays
In the living room, waiting for Lawrence Welk to come on

Surrounded by wallpaper of giant green philodendron vines.
We are impatiently waiting for our favorite TV show.
So we can see the fabulous Lennon Sisters.
We have their paper dolls, don’t we?

“And now a word from our sponsor”. 
But it is more than one word.
It is “see the USA in a Chevrolet”
and then it is “Plop Plop Fizz Fizz Oh What a Relief it is!”

Suddenly a Spaghettio  commercial comes on.
“Mom! Can we have Spaghettios next Saturday?”
We say this in unison, not understanding 
We just insulted the dinner she had spent an hour preparing.


Fridaynight Sitzprobe

Savanna Tannier just bought a new station wagon. Talking about painting it and rimming it up. Putting dital thangs in the "Ding Dang"! I heard that it was Spintez turn to do the painting, that junx gonna be soothing.  Swaag got Rhizz and class: gonna do the thang!
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Ya'll see Tempez's food tray? They went fishing this morning and turn that catch into crouttess already. Scalloped potatoes and crouttes. We take two gallons of water and sugar with us everwhere we go: we make Powder drinks! Coleslaw was great!
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How are ya'll whenb I aint here: I heard that she wanted to know what was said about her in liue of her absences so she asked. frontoll what them peoples say bout me? Told me some stuff sound like StarkTrick Dah Muffie. I don't know why they think peoples like them cause I don't. I heard that yeah girl!
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Ya'll heard them rockin on WLUW tonight they played "Big Meanies Groove" and mixed it wiff "Gaulle Gum" Thangs was hot til they played " Dingle Single Gal" No body wanna hear know Ghetto Grooves on no Friday!
Call ya'll back later!
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That is one pretty shirt! Where you get it? I want one for The "Maltease Concert" Music night. Iam gonna go get one this evening to wear down: Huffles Bar and Grill" Burger night with Dick on the turntable girl! All the "I mostri dell'epoca Dai 21 anni in su!". Get my morning coffee ready! I heard that said the other! I heard that!
Form: Ballad

Topiary Comes To Life

Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal 
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw 
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via 
Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst 
alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage, 
where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist
deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk
chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the 
grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such 
shrubbery mimicking the likeness sans glistening fleshy sin
yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be
hind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus 
wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised
to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away 
leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible 
entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed 
from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist 
conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast, 
where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis 
a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans
formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous 
chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of 
topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly 
authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie 
a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel
Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts 
where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid 
test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
Form:

Premium Member Soul Thirst Quench

In draining sand I trace the line
the tide has made in bubbles, fine,

where scalloped wavelets sloped in foam,
halt the ocean’s wide roiling roam.

Pale seashells shimmer in bright sun
and tiny crabs sport sideways run;

whitecaps dancing, turquoise to green,
toss at my feet a glossed sea bean.

Solitude, loved quiet and calm,
give to my weary soul sweet balm.

The mornings that I stroll the beach
seem like heaven slips into reach;

I pause to rest on driftwood bench
drink in the sea, my soul thirst quench.

Copyright, August 21, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
sea
Form: Couplet

Daughters of Poseidon

imagine
what fantastical wonders 
besides the fish
swim in realms of oceans deep
with fantails that swish

when the full moon is glowing 
like a treasure chest of shiny gold doubloons
and starlight brightens the sea
mermaids will be found
smiling as they dance in rhythmic reverie

their giggles create bubbles 
in pearlescent hues
while the scalloped scales 
on their tails
gleam in shades of greens and blues

aquatic maidens 
Poseidon's lovely daughters
twirl and pirouette
beneath crystal clear waters

their haven
lies near a tropical shore

may they reign
there forever more



January 10, 2021
Suzette Prime Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet


Premium Member Cruel and Friendly Cloud Dilemma

Forms most enormous seen from our earth,
Dwarf the tallest, the grandest of mountains’ girth.
Magnificent spectacles rounded up in the sky:
Sculptured foam, floating frothy, towering high.

Black ominous clouds of malevolent breadth,
Funnels of doom, destruction, and death,
Whirling and wheeling, zigzagging tyrants
Twisting down alleyways, roaring in rants.

Scalloped and mackerel in all shades and hues,
Textured cloud patterns, sunlit paintings to view.
Imagined likenesses of earthlings below;
They dwarf us, impress us, then just fade away.

Menacing, magnificent, visual delight:
Dilemmas of wonder any day, any night.
Form: Rhyme

Salvation Seeps In the Mist

Salvation seeps in the mist

And as light fades
awe sings in temporal sonnets
while goldenrod flits the fields
and lavender scents joyful whispers

for here neath this shadowy creature,
Point Percee revels,
wonder dances on cobblestones
and voices are lifted beyond horizons

as this warrior of scalloped wing
and fire brand culls the night skies
sweeping enchantment in place of fear, 
taken from the last war

Salvation seeps in the mist
where lost sons had fallen and once again 
risen within the flames of life,
breaths of cast dreams
where heroes fly and all is well

With torches raised high,
embers of elation flicker on soft winds
illuminating cheers and celebrations
in the name of the knight
and his fearless collaborator 


5/1/17
Written for the Collaborated Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper

A link to Eve’s poem we were to collaborate with
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dragon_of_haute_savoie_894917

Premium Member I Had Planned the Best Meal

I had over planned this meal, but it did not slow me down.
Decided to grill Iowa home grown steaks with my special sauce.
Threw the potatoes into the oven to bake, big ones I found.
Knew this would be fabulous, a meal to tantalize Joe’s boss.

He and his missus were coming in an hour and a half to dine.
We would have scalloped corn and a fine wine I would chill.
My husband was coming home late, no problem, fine.
I could do this myself, I had done it before. We would eat our fill.

I chopped up the onions and began mixing the scalloped corn.
When finished I notice the oven’s red lights were on the blink.
I opened the oven and it was cold, but I was not yet forlorn.
No problem, I would just jiggle the electrical wire under the sink.

Lights went out, so I revised my plan. We would grill the corn this night.
I telephoned my man and told him to bring home a cake already made.
I would throw the corn onto the grill in patties of aluminum foil, right?
Was anything wrong? I assured him the dinner would be well played.

Time to place the steaks on the grill. I ran out the door to heat it up.
Walked around the yard twice looking for the grill; called my man.
Where is the grill? I asked. Easy. We never used it; I sold it to McChup.
He arrived with guests and cake a few minutes later to my chagrin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Young Boy's Easter

In a black morning, hollowed
   with eggshell delicacy...not fragile, simply gentle
    with dark chocolate skies....a pajamaed
     ten year old, with a six year old's excitement
      up at five a.m., with his basket ready
       to search out candy eggs

A dew kissed morning, the blossom of an Easter sunrise
     Rising to greet a family,... a father, a mother, a brother, a sister
        A house blessed with a spirit of His presence
           So richly apparent, in polished shoes, combed hair, Sunday dress
               
                In hard boiled colored eggs, chocolate rabbits hidden in green grass
                      eating baked ham and scalloped potatoes
                          assorted aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents

                            Being allowed to eat his candy
                               providing he ate
                                  at least
                                    one piece
                                         of broccoli.

Simple

Simple Simon was a Pi, man.

You didn’t know this about him?

He’s a round little guy,

Who loves his Pie and

Sum is often on his chin.

Then one day to simplify,

Simple Simon changed his lye!

He thought while needing his doe,

"I'll fold it over, then roll it over,

That’s how I’ll make this gold."

Simple Simon worked his dough,

He worked it with his pin,

He rolled it over, folded it over,

Then he placed it into his tin.

Taking care to trim the ends,

He pinched the edges and

He scalloped the bends.

 

“It’s ready” he said…

Four, your human consumption.
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