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Emerald paradise keeps purple violets and yellow daffodils true
Possibly an enchanted nirvana, selected for my eyes alone.
Air so clean here, the monarch butterfly is singing a ditty
Joy, and hope as available as the apples dropped in the orchard.
I breathe in faith that my fellow man will do the right thing.
Winged faerie posing as a damselfly alights on a light pink tulip.
Shall we seek the bountiful garden next? She whispers.
I am entranced, a damsel fly has never before said my name.
Scarlet cone flowers wave goodbye as we head to the vegetable garden.
I look past the produce for a minute toward the zenith of the horizon.
Oak tree soldiers stand guard, making sure everything is kosher.
I feel an upbeat optimism I did not have before we reached these carrots.
God gave Moses and his brother Aaron this celestial command:
"I have selected thee to lead My people to The Promised Land!
You'll wander in the wilderness for forty years in the scorchin' sand!
I'll hold you personally responsible to see that nothin' gets outta hand!"
After many plagues, Pharoah was finally convinced to let them go.
There was much singin' and dancin' but the euphoria quickly lost its glow.
The mob grumbled about their first stop, Elim (aka Palm Springs East)!
Miffed because there was no swimmin' pool, golf course or 5-star place to feast!
They complained about bitter water at Marah so Moses struck a stone, and wallah!
A stream of sweet water flowed from the stone more than they could swallah!
They moaned and groaned because they were foot sore and had little to eat,
Complainin' to Moses that they shoulda stayed in Egypt outta the searin' heat!
Heavenly manna descended upon them and they gathered bushel baskets full.
But they tired of mannaburgers, mannastew and mannahelper findin' it rather dull.
They murmured and wanted meat so God provided flocks and flocks of quail.
Still they grumbled - too much quail a la king and at Moses they did rail!
Hapless Moses nearly threw in his staff but God said, "Keep followin' that cloud!
I'm quickly losin' patience with thee and that ungrateful, complainin' crowd!"
So Moses with resolute stride led the Israelites to the land of milk and honey,
Mumblin' to himself, "Darned if I'll do this again for any amount of money!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
When fearful voices in the night began to cry,
Roaring from countless dreams behind the scream,
Dribbled eyes gazing into darkness at the vast sky,
This darksome turn, down into a wet pool of frown.
Perhaps the living of everyday hurts so much
Being stuck in this world always fooling around,
Dredged with pain and despair of being watch,
Drowning with whatever pleasure can be found.
But I feel far away from the depressed bridge
Hearing echoes of merry din sounds in the distance,
Lapping floating charge, cleared and cheered the barge.
Sent in the midst, to bring glorious untwist deliverance.
Into space where stars reside in overwhelming glory,
There is only thing in life more radiant and beautiful
As the reflections beaming from an infinite galaxy,
It is a sultry truth that slides down far into our soul.
The jewels of love shines brightest in the human heart,
With universal temptations from acres of diamonds,
Shining brightly in the vast atmosphere of perfect light
Filling all the void of emptiness with unique demands.
Let love break down the walls that surround the region,
With the Eternal Light selected source of happiness,
And move belief to fill our days with deeper expectation,
By discovering love, the smoothest jewel of bliss.
They laughed at us when we selected our books but we learnt how to read.
They poured scorn on the way in which we held our ink but we learnt how to write.
They got comfortable in the airs and privilege but we learnt how to persevere.
They scoffed at the way we talked and danced and sang but we learnt how to sing.
They balked at us when we set sail but we learnt how to swim.
They wanted to watch blood pour from our veins but we learnt how to heal.
They’d turned their noses up at our food but we learnt how to feed.
They wanted to see tears in our eyes but we learnt how to see.
They wanted to see us crawl, beg and steal but we learnt pride and dignity.
They pushed us and taunted us, they’d tried to make us lose…
but…
…we learnt how to win.
Had to pick up the pieces
To mend a broken heart
So I put myself out there
Made a brand new start
Downloaded the app
Filled out my bio
Then selected "submit"
Said "here we go..."
(Chorus)
It was me it was you
It was all of the above
The future was ours
From the start my love
Every time I look at you
It makes my heart sing
Makes me do funny things
Just like a ding-a-ling
When I saw your picture
And read your profile
I swiped to the right
Beguiled by your smile
Wasn't long till you replied
My heart skipped a beat
Couldn't wait for the time
When we'd first meet
Well the rest is history
It was love at first sight
We have been together
Since that very first night
Many years have passed
Our love still goin' strong
Because of you baby
I'm writin' this song
(Chorus)
It was me it was you
It was all of the above
The future was ours
From the start my love
Every time I look at you
It makes my heart sing
Makes me do funny things
Just like a ding-a-ling
(Repeat chorus and fade)
Poetry notes:
This is my first country song. Yee-haw!!
November 13, 2020
EoW(10) first !ove
Brian Strand's Blog
THE GAME REQUIRES DETERMINATION.
ALONG WITH LUCK AND SKILL.
YOU PROVE YOURSELF OVER TIME
THAT YOU CAN FULFILL THE BILL.
YOU SAID YOU WANTED
TO PLAY THE GAME.
AND CLAIMED YOU HAD A
REASON.
YOU VOWED TO DO YOUR
VERY BEST.
THROUGH OUT THE ENTIRE
SEASON.
YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN ON THE FIELD.
SELECTED TO LEAD THE TEAM.
COLLECTIVELY FOCUSED ON
THE SUPER BOWL.
YOU MARCH THEM TOWARDS
THEIR DREAM.
THERE WERE BATTLES
IN THE TRENCHES.
PUNISHMENTS WERE DEALT.
ALL THROUGH OUT THE SEASON
INJURIES WERE FELT.
YOU PLEDGED TO PROTECT
THE AIRWAYS.
WITH THE INTERCEPTED PASS.
I SAW YOU HAD YOUR EXTRA
FUN.
WHEN YOU WERE TALKING TRASH
YOU PUT IN MANY HOURS.
YOUR WORKOUTS TOTALED TONS.
WHEN EVERYONE WORKED HARD
TOGETHER , VICTORIES WERE
MUCH MORE FUN.
YOU PUSH YOURSELF AND
TEAM MATES.
TO FOCUSED ON THE GAME
YOU PLAYED AMONG THE CRAZY
CROWDS.
AND YOU'RE STILL CONSIDERED SANE.
HEAD COACH UNDER PRESSURE.
HE MANAGES TO KEEP YOUR COOL.
HE LOOKS INTO HIS PLAYBOOK.
LIKE IT WAS A TOOL.
BACKUPS MADE THEIR DEBUTS.
THEY STEPPED UP AND PLUGGED
THE HOLES.
KICKERS DID WHAT KICKERS DO.
ADDED POINTS WITH THEIR FIELD GOALS.
LINEBACKERS YOU'RE A SPECIAL
BREED.
THEY DEFEND THE PASS AND RUN.
THEY GO OUT THERE PLAY THE GAME
AT THE SAME TIME HAVE SOME FUN.
FOOT RACES UP THE SIDE LINES.
SOMETIMES DOWN AND OUT.
QUARTERBACKS LOVE RECEIVERS
WHO CAN RUN A PERFECT ROUTE.
RUNNING BACKS CAN MAKE A SEASON.
AND PUT ON A FANCY SHOW.
YOUR DEFENCE WILL PRACTICE ALL
YEAR LONG.
TO DEFEND AND SHUT DOWN THE
HOLES.
SUPER BOWL SUNDAY
END OF THE SEASON.
A CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE WON.
A TROPHY WILL BE HANDED OUT.
MEANING YOUR TEAM IS NUMBER ONE.
BUT IT'S ALL ABOUT THE RING.
WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE.
THE MEMORY FADES
AND YEARS GOES BYE
BUT THE RING IS PROOF
YOU WON.
Michael E. Harris
02142022
I Am Alive In You
By David J Walker
I am alive in you
I live in the breath that
Passes your lips
And whispers the
Sweet words of late night
I live in the impression
Upon your breast that
Nurtures my very life
I,
Am
Alive
And I live in the fragrance of
Your
Perfumed hair
I live in the carefully
Selected clothes
You wear
I am alive and
I am there when you
Awake
In the morning
I am the blanket
That warms you
When you sleep
At night
I weep
When you weep
I
Am
Alive
And thrive in thoughts
We share
I am alive
In the bluest of
Your bluest eyes
In the earliest of the
Sunrise
And in the
Sunsets
That reflect shadows
That only we two
Can bare
I am Alive and
The moon is the song
I sing to you
That delights the
Delicate lobes of
Your beautiful ears
That only I may kiss
And will not miss
Its opportune invitation
I
Am
Alive
And will not live
Nor will I die
Without you
UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in a
dancing throng,slow recurrent
the rhythm of the sea,sifting the
illusion upon a seashore.
SOJOURN IN THE EXOTIC
Penetrating imagination,restless
intellect’s perverse ingenuity
and worse, in imperishable
lines eerily luminous corescate
like brilliant pyrotechnics.A wind
that blows aloof,ebbs and flows
of the familiar and the strange.
A picturesque protracted sojourn
in the exotic,a periennial longing
to be what we are not.The paradox
reasserts itself and glamour fades.
A phrasis verse from - John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
From John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and other of my phrasis on youtube under name ichthyschiro
A sleepover
Hooray
My sister and I
We pack light
a small bag each
It's been 3 days
I am out of fresh clothes
I miss my toys
Can I go back now?
Apparently sleepover
Does not mean what I thought
Ah, if only I brought more clothes
If only I got my books
If only I could keep what was mine
the new house is good
until I mess up
and then come the lines
I will not
I shall not
I will not
I shall not
My sisters afraid of bees
So why is it
she's outside
forced to stand in a patch of clover
Why?
Trampoline tickle fight
the older girls should have listened
I cried stop
they did not
And yet here I am on the porch
Wet bottom towards the world
begging for forgiveness?
"She" burst in while I was changing
"Get Out" i scream, like a respectable person
Except I forgot, 9 year old girls without parents
aren't respectable, or people
half an hour I sat, shirtless in front to the window
Ham and cheese
That's it
Every day for a summer
Ham. And. Cheese
eventually I hid the ham
and only ate the cheese
We are selected by a family
we will finally have a home
we tour the place, and it's amazing
tree house, dollhouse, multi acre yard
We'll give you a call said the "parents"
but they never did
ah, eggbert, oh speedy one
you are my only friend
all the other games
were always asking for player 2
but who needs a player 2?
Is it just me or are our dinners getting smaller?
Tomorrow marks the
first day of fourth grade
We head to the doctor
We get weighed
At 40 lbs, I am in the fifth percentile
That's a good score, right?
Todays the day
Finally
January 2009
Somebody sees me for who I am
Form:
AS IN A DREAM
A drawbridge,a yellow carriage
ground a glaring orange,grass
so very green,sky and water blue
in a frame of gold.Peach,plum and apricot
my orchard passion cannot last.As if
in a dream I must paint The a
starry night,the cypresses over
a field of corn.Great sunflowers in a
symphony of yellow,blue fields as far
as the eye can see.As if in a dream
Van G’s Letters to his brother
SAILING ALONE
We painters sail alone in
our wretched little craft on the
great billows of our age.An age
of development or decay?
We cannot judge!
Contemporary events assume
exaggerated proportions
to our eyes whether to our
advantage ,or not, and yet
that intangible thrills us to the core
in our search for conception.
Van G’s Letters to his brother
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read these phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro