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Do clouds rapidly flee chased by icy gulls?
Is something more horrifying about to happen?
A frightening squall is descending to Earth,
the airways are free of fowls and raptors,
mothers rescue their kids from the captor,
their safety is a ritual since the dawn of Man;
shivering and unprotected is that grizzly bear
climbing the redwood tree for his cubs' mirth!
Sand and soil become a huge cloud,
concealing from burning eyes a revelation
that Nostradamus has brought to our attention,
it's more gruesome than a biblical event;
will flood submerge all in deep water...
as people scream and envoke God to stop Goliath,
reminding Him the promise He made to Noah!
There's no arch insight, no captain aboard,
the murky waters are still rising and frighten;
what went wrong is unjustified human error,
why are we punished by Man, not by God?
They are destroying our joy, our livelihood,
the wilderness of harmonious Shenandoah
and the meadows of daffodils about to sprout!
NATURAL BRIDGE
Saturday morning in Lynchburg, Virginia I headed
to Natural Bridge, a natural arch considered as one
of natural wonders and a National Historic Landmark.
It is a limestone gorge or horizontal limestone strata,
the remains of the roof of a cave or tunnel through
which the Cedar Creek once flowed and the eroding
effects of wind and water and one of the greatest
natural treasures with the backdrop of Blue Ridge
Mountains, showcasing nature’s splendor of beautiful
forests and open, rolling meadows of Shenandoah Valley.
3/6/22 Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry
Constance La France
Used: PS Grammar Check
Between Blue Ridge Mountains and Chesapeake Bay
Almost eight and a half million people here do sashay,
One of the original colonies, back in the settlers’ day,
Part of the American Revolution, Virginia was, in a big way.
Pony Express Riders did not stop to eat much or play.
They traveled quickly, then scooted just as quickly away.
Presidents grew up here – four out of the first five, anyway.
Virginia houses the Pentagon, a formidable building in every way.
The mountains are beautiful. Their smoky secrets squirreled away.
The waters are cool and clean – Potomac and Chesapeake Bay.
We love our trip to Virginia, have to stay much more than one day.
In the evening we can find Shenandoah Salamander, if we choose to stay.
King Dominion’s Amusement Park advocated for children in a big way.
They determine when school can open, and it is not before Labor Day.
Virginia is full of politicians, and each thinks they must have their say.
Have some peanuts, made popular by soldiers back in the Civil War day.
Come in the autumn when the leaves are golden and the squirrels play.
Or in the winter when the Christmas shops are alive and dancing in full sway.
Virginia is expensive, but you can eat the homemade fudge down Richmond way.
Just come on over and have a good time. We guarantee that you’ll sashay.
Life put Aunt Beck through many a test
But she believed all that happened was for the best
Her Jewish faith may seem dated
But orthodox did not mean segregated
She edited her Ohio High School magazine
Another world back then, ideals were clean
She had uncles who fought in the Civil War,
When I knew her, that past seemed a distant shore.
Strange how time compresses, it seems so long ago
Ancient history was yesterday, so much I didn't know.
She had ten siblings, that all made their mark
A small town outside Cincinnati, farmland like a park.
Never married, she held her own when life got hard
She coached my mom in Latin for four years at Barnard
She had a sense of humor, laughed gently at life's absurds.
Shortly before she died, she recited her mother's poetic words
Grant unto me to know the wrong and love the right
To live pleasing in your sight
Grant unto me hands that are pure
That I know when sets life's sun
The work that these poor hands have done
May still endure.
Aunt Beck liked the song Shenandoah, voyageurs canoeing on the flow
I heard it on the radio, a song from two centuries ago:
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away you rolling river.
Away, I'm bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
Odd how it takes a melody—a few notes to start,
to summon up a snapshot of her humor and kind heart.
Mervin's room via Jackson Hewitt, Lake Huron
My dear Nay few!
My dear shenanigan floating near Shenandoah
Let us make a trip itinerary around the upcoming December
For the longest word where she sang for long, so long
Even a patsy like me denied the intervention
Not to repeat the Meriam , as they sung , unsung, a faded croon
For years too long enduring a morning, a bay boon.
Bonjour!
October 26, 2024
Shanandoah is a place poem.
December is a month
Meriam is a Thesaurus pal
Before the L section in Babylon
Please watch out after twenty past chapter four!
Oracle, are you impeccably manual?
Not lost, but merely seek,
knowledge and understanding.
Both of the natural world and
my mind’s space and time.
What insignificant thoughts will
push worries away,
occupying that space,
and consuming the time?
On these cloudy rainy days
the melancholy thoughts,
come playing peacefully, like
raindrops slowly falling.
The deer appear often at the edge
of the woods, testing things.
Full knowledge of watching eyes,
understanding no threat here.
The damp and green of summer
showers seem endless.
The hard rain satisfying the thirst
of both foliage and beast.
The young black bear scurries
across the road and into the lush,
vanishing into August’s green
and vast wet forest.
As the rain continues to fall,
the wipers moving back n forth,
out the window,
the birds bath and squirrels play.
The radio sings softly,
music from many years past,
no bad news of politics or wars,
rather lyrics for days like these.
From this rainy mountain top
peering down at the
Shenandoah valley below,
the world seems at peace.
This road of life, so similar to
this winding mountain parkway,
which today I travel,
content yet longing.
(amar sakal dukher pradip)
Thistle Thal, My reverie floral, beyond the valley and greenery, handheld delight, the sun
Incomplete ritualistic my pain, meditation to be fulfilled in completion
Whence the day is done and the returning birds are back to the nest, very own.Bestowed
Dusk of the twilight hue heard the bell, still afterglow dispersing the beset, even though
Then my last log will be my solitary feast, the fire of the divine, my life
A festive fire will have my pliant knead, and a plethora of my remnants chime!
.Shinangan through shenandoah , knew us through delighted knickknack, canopy
The fullest brim is tossing and turning to greet you whence wilmette, wills met a noon
The festive fire will lit up starlight one by one , aurora borealis, the kindled and the boon
They’all a rise together to the superlative, in chorus, a hymn, on the eve, beseeching
The flight of a song , the sunset, and the reason, and the resilient passion of yearning !
John Denver Tribute 1-31-25
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Troubadour
Annie’s song rings maroon bells
Sung in gratitude by a country boy
As snowflakes celebrate alpine festivals
Where sunshine dances on shoulders.
Cowboy becomes mountain man
Letting melodies soar
High in the cathedral of the Rockies
Dance with dolphins on lyrical waves
Or serenade Blue Ridge mountains
Strumming lullabies for baby.
Perhaps love tells the story of your passion
For mountains, seas and skies and Shenandoah rivers
That dance in calypso dreams
On feathered beds by country roads
Home again.
Poet and pilgrim –
Troubadour gathering scraps of ordinary
Your melted wings brought you back to earth
Too soon
Leaving your song incomplete
Melodies unsung and rhymes unrhymed.
Starwoods still mourn
Where the eagle and the hawk fly in farewell
On the wings of your dreams
Beneath wild western skies
That echo your poems, prayers and promises.
I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami.
We shared some jokes and when food ran low
resupplied at the green valley of Shenandoah.
The Laurel by the road is pink and white in spring
But late fall had its charm as well, a bike ride for a king.
The carpenter told me that I biked too long
He was right: I gave out, it was he who was strong.
He kept riding south but not with me.
I turned back just 60 miles from the town of Cherokee.
All I really needed was a day or two to rest
But a foolish reflex made me give up the quest
I had told him I had to get back, which was a lie
He shook my hand; one last wisecrack and we said goodbye.
I got home and there was a letter waiting for me:
the Carpenter praised to the sky the stretch to Cherokee.
Sometimes clear, sometimes fog, on the ridgeline high,
Blue smoky mists blended mountains with the sky.
The road climbs above 6000 feet, there's red spruce and pine:
He said I had to go someday, the views were so sublime
But there were too few blocks of time when I was free
And for those times, storms raged above the land of the Cherokee.
Then dad got cancer, and mom got cancer too
Brothers sometimes shared the load, but the years still flew.
But I'm hoping that there is an opening yet
that I can reverse this particular regret
I'll tear the veil, warp time's bridge
And make my way to that lost Blue Ridge.
But you never know, you can't open every door
There are portents on every scale, and I'm afraid of what's in store.
248 (eman dine tare bala jay)
On a day like this, perhaps,we may hum along the river Shenandoah , carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!
On a day like this to feel carefree, born to be free , and we say as she will be
A husky voice like this to be a thunderbolt aftermath , an unforeseen divinity
A rainy day like this to feel a rain soaked bird nest weaver mourner serenity
knocked out a wanderer pour, the darkest day light to soar.
None would lend an ear and hence forth uproar
None would be there, undisturbed absorbance , only speechless
Nihilism and kismet , wills met face to face , and the deepest solace
a down pouring rain, an usher from the sky
A lone ranger is she, with none other there to drift along trinity!
Sophist a lowly world here to trick
Tricky a cacophony to lure a meek
A compassionate gaze, a carefree to timely cage a whim, a majestic cry!
concise, specified and bullet point answered whence enchanted eyes
met in the depth, trickling downpour, two by two and more
Heart reached out to heart a beat , only they
And the remnant is in the dark sits there to say nothingness in a may
no loser is the world and she
longs to be there to no scar to any one charming to be
Incessant a down pour
She took a stance in an estranged oddity and for
And we told stories foretold
to impeach none to beseech or to preach
An ayah blew there a deep may to blow a gentle say in plethora delight
and lightning struck to mesmerize a dumb strike to take a heed every now and then
remnant they say, serenity, thou may, italic verse to grow optimistic, and even though
Turner entropy might say today, otherwise after all these are tarnished and although
On a day like this, perhaps, we may hum along the river Shenandoah, carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!