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One day when I was sitting by a bubbling brook a nostalgic scene of my childhood time flashed in the visage of my mind. I saw the sparkling stream that bedecked our house with an ornate garland, glided with glistening liquid pearls of elegance, flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor. On its rippling water passing me by, I sailed paper boats tinged with the rainbow colors. These glided on the current’s tortuous trail, and on these, my mariner mind sailed slow, unbound in stalled time, to a distant dreamland.
The boats soon disappeared in the ebb of time, and I kept gazing at the brook, flowing with timeless zeal, beyond which the dusk was silently descending with the sun setting fast for me in the twilight hour. That was when I saw the night fall with sadness in the shortest time.
She was only seventeen
And I was forty four
She just happened
To live on the next floor
Only seventeen only seventeen
She looked like an angel
But all I could do was dream
On the stairs when we passed
We caught each other’s eyes
I could hear my pounding heart
Could she hear my muffled sighs
Only seventeen only seventeen
She looked like an angel
But all I could do was dream
She wore the shortest mini skirt
That I had ever seen
Her legs long and lovely
But all I could was dream
Yeah’ all I could do was dream
Only seventeen only seventeen
She looked like an angel
But all I could do was dream
I’ve never forgot the time
When she moved away
She politely kissed me on the cheek
And said now you behave
Only seventeen only seventeen
She looked like an angel
But all I could do was dream
Only seventeen, only seventeen
Oh’ how I miss her so
Wonder what she's doing now
But hey’ I guess I'll never know
© Copyright K.C.Leake
30th October 2014
All Rights Reserved
These thoughts will follow
wherever the soldiers go...
to be with them in the battlefield;
reciting the shortest prayer
to protect them like a shield...
in moments of trouble and fear!
This heart,penetrated by deep sorrow,
shares their belief humanly;
there will be many conflicts
appearing on their undistracted
and unyielding faces...
so that they must never relent or show
weakness when their lives are theatened
by the unmerciful enemy!
This mind,parvaded by sympathy and grief,
struggles with the thought of death...
why one must give up one's life
and free those oppressed by tyrants?
And would this life be enough to relieve
some of their desperation and frustation
by knowing that there's someone
out there willing to join them in their fight,
despite the horrible pounding in his chest?
This soul,obscured by unhappy news,
is not stripped of all hopes and visions;
the unwavering war may last longer
and time causes its memory to linger...
to prove the dissenters that nothing
is more satisfying that the victory
won in a distant and different land;
is there anyone who disagrees?
These footsteps will follow
wherever the soldiers go...
to make them stronger and proud,
fighting beside them to defend freedom!
How about this bit of logic, my friend
If people from Poland are called Poles
What would you call people from Holland?
Methinks you could call them Holes
When taking a picture of a piece of cheese
What word would you ask it to say?
Okay, I'm aware that cheese doesn't talk
Where's your sense of the sillies today?
Do you think infants enjoy their infancy
As much as adults enjoy adultery?
Probably not I would hazard a guess
Adultery can make you go loopy!
“I am” is the shortest sentence there is
Could it be, “I do” is the longest?
Why is the man who invests your money
Called a broker, apropos I guess!
Last night I played a blank tape full blast
The mime next door went berserk
Coz mimes can only hear silent sounds
Bet you never heard this strange quirk!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Seasons and the Sun
By Franklin Price
9/24/2018
The Earth's always rotating
In its orbit 'round the sun
Its tilt upon its axis
Causing seasons to be run
Day and night are shorter/longer
As the light and dark are cast
The seasons four are equal
As the sun is going past
Fall is now upon us
It started only yesterday
Determined by the time it took
To pass the light away
Fall's daylight time is equal
To the daylight start for spring
The only time within the year
It's an Earthly orbit thing
Daylight now gets shorter
Some two minutes every day
Every year it happens
We the People have no say
Will get shorter until Winter starts
On the shortest daylight time
Then longer every day 'til Spring
It's the rhythm and the rhyme
The longer days not stopping there
Only marked to equal fall
Days ever longer until Summer
The longest daylight time of all
Then shorter ever shorter
Through the Fall to Winter cold
Those are the reasons for the seasons
At least, by science, we are told
Fall is time to settle down
Winter time is made for rest
Spring brings life again to earth
Summer's growing time is best
You are
the shortest day
but longest night
within a memory
of my four seasons
Every cell in my body
remembers you
It remembers
Your amorous glance
Your ardent touch
Your effervescent kiss
and even your last whisper
a careless whisper
which sickened my thought
and pained me with grief
Every breath from my lungs
remembers your absence
How can I forget it
I live with it
I die inside of it
It surrounds my existence
Your absence
Bitter!
Dark !
Darker
than death
itself
You -Solstizio D'Inverno
Where is your promise
of new beginning
Where is the light
of what was pure
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You still feel me in your bones
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You bury me in your soul
Then you dig..
You dig crazily
beneath poured dusk
which fills the hourglass
beyond your veins
You dig deep
to find me
again
You find me
You hold me
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You hold me
to your heart
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
I'm still
your life-line
Your love travels
as far as the stars
as distant as God
and undiscovered orbits
But was that
Yesterday's illusion
For how long
should this candle shine
How dim its glow now
Low is the voice
which calls the sun
to rebirths prisms
from droplets'dew
Weak are the footprints
which mark our path
on moonlit snow
I should stop walking
I should stop calling
Stop believing
Wanting,Needing
The sun sank
in the stillness
of a crimson horizon
In the solitude
of the tide
never to dawn
in these eyes again
Winter Solstice
You are
my coldest verse
of silence
My longest night
of rain
WINTER SOLSTICE
Shortest
Day of the year
Two Thousand and Nineteen
is Twenty-second December.
Onward days to increase gradually.
Longest day on June Twenty-first.
Again shrinking to reach
Winter Solstice:
Shortest.
11/ 25/19
'A Red-Letter Day Rictameter' Contest by William Kekaula
Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing.
As legend goes, Romulus
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once
an insignificant rural village;
in the shortest time,
it grew into a powerful city
that ruled the ancient world
with intimidation and atrocity.
Each hieroglyphic tells
a story of victory,
of defeat, of conquest,
of cruelty and dominion:
hear Julius Caesar
speak against his enemy
in the Roman Forum!
It's such a sorrowful echo of distrust;
hear the shouts of proud citizens
overtaken by anger and disgust...
even louder they would be after
his premeditated assassination!
Every empire old or new
has known its glory in full;
and Rome more than any
empire has excelled them all.
If those hieroglyphics tell
of its greatness and superiority,
they also should expose
the evil minds of some emperors:
like Caligula, Nero and Diocletian
who ruled with a steady iron hand.
Constantine's conversion
to Christianity brought harmony,
the inhumane slaughtering
of innocent Christians was halted.
Would this empire have survived
without its legions of mighty stronghold?
Hieroglyphics itched in triumphal arches,
temples and monuments attest:
that the rise to power takes
an ingenuity which begins
with a strategic concept.
Today a world government
is in its raw state, other
hieroglyphics will be carved,
and along with holograms,
one sees images beyond
imagination and belief.
Will humans leave
a testament of their
existence with
a science so brief?
Earth's universal Shadow
shades whatever Earth is not.
Ego's universal right-hemisphere Shadow
shades whatever EgoResources left is not.
What Earth's potential positive win/win
sacred integrity is not
shades whatever negative Ego win/lose secularized morality is
Capital-invested in conserving privileged wealth
divorced from unprivileged decomposing health;
What Earth's liberally positive win/win values
and potential health integrity
would more happily project
and transfer through mutual co-investment.
Egos stick in left-brain dominance
courageously fascinated
with negative unhealthy win/lose suboptimizing trends
derived from ZeroSum energy conservation games
to lose the least political face possible
over the largest period of fragmenting eco-systemic time
passes before lose/lose inevitable
egocentric economic mortality.
Just as Egos can more liberally balance left/right
multicultural prominence
curiously engaged in positive health
win/win integrity
not-not ZeroSum hypothetically hyphenated in-between
enlightening co-passioned games
To win the most faces,
hearts and minds,
spirits and natures,
nurtures and healthy nutrition
digestively possible
Over the shortest here/now
through timeless eternal
interdependent
bilaterally stretched out
without Shadow stressed in Time
As win/win inevitable ego/ecocentrism
balancing positive liberal shading negative not-not conservational
interdependent left/right
holistic-health/holy-wealth integrity
of co-passioning Promise,
Father/MotherLand inside/outside
Earth's universal multiculturing Shadow,
in-between win/lose bipolar
political patience left
and win/win dipolar right
timeless ZeroSoul's eco-celebration
cooperative holonic affinity
compassioning bicameral integrity.
During Summer, exactly at eight o'clock
Fred's chiming ice cream truck
came down my busy block...
it was time to do the Playboy's Rock!
I began the chorus of a very funny song with perfect rhyme,
" The shortest ones in front of the yellow line,
then the tallest ones behind those with cheeks of color wine;
each one of you must name a favorite ice cream that costs a dime! "
" Ah, Ah " was their reply to my request,
I replied with a bitter, disappointed voice,
" That's how you react being a guest?
Once you refuse to name it, no second chance! "
" To get your free ice cream, kiss me as the Beauty kissed the Beast! "
and say, " Thank you! Aren't you a boy so charming and sweet? "
Come on pretty girls, sing the Playboy's Rock...the same way Elvis
sang, " Jailhouse Rock! " swinging frantically his skinny feet!
9/ 9/ 2012