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"Innovation is the key to success"
Renovation of fourth floor they left to me
I was besides myself with glee
Back room had a door that opened to nowhere
There was a staircase that dangled in air
I placed wall behind windows, they opened to nowhere
Outer wall had chairs and table resting in air
It is bizarre, my son my son opined
Everyone will laugh at us, he whined
In crazy ways, your mind does sway
Saying so, in anger he walked away
I named my house nowhere
Advertised it everywhere
To watch it, people did crowd
Now of me, my family is proud
It made me a millionaire
It's true, I am not a liar
If you don't believe, you can sightsee
But you must pay the entrance fee
Long ago when I was younger, yearn for knowledge I did hunger,
heard about a rumor going ‘round.
Twas a legend told for ages, passed along as time turned pages,
strange as any tale twas ever found.
Rumor said that near the quicksand, lived a ghost back in the swampland,
ghost of Boggy Creek always abound.
Curiosity engulfed me, through the bog I yearned to sightsee,
learning for myself the swamp’s mystique.
In the backwoods shadows shaping, Cypress trees with grey moss draping;
eerie was the scene at Boggy Creek.
Sights and sounds were so alarming, fear of finding something harming,
making me to feel so very weak.
In the dark I wandered wading, light of day was slowly fading,
slowly fading was the summer breeze.
Wading through the swampy water, searching for the spectral squatter
squatting in the swamp amongst the trees.
In the shadows echoes screeching, piercing screams my ears were reaching,
eerie screams that brought me to my knees.
‘mongst the Cypress lurked a vision, eerie figure prompts decision,
my decision turn around and run.
Running faster, screeches blaring, right behind the image glaring,
thinking that my life was almost done.
Suddenly was in the clearing, left behind the ghoul was jeering,
jeering for more terrorizing fun.
In the clear, my sweat was dripping, from the chase as ghost was nipping,
nipping ever closer to my soul.
In the sky the moon was waning, my composure was regaining,
gaining back my strength from ghoulish troll.
Ne’er again will I go wading, in the bog, ghouls haunt invading,
tempting fate in baleful boggy bowl.
It’s been forty years since searching, boggy mash for demons lurching,
hoping just to get a ghostly peek.
No more do I have a yearning, to this bog won’t be returning,
wondering about this swamp’s mystique.
I will tell you that the legend, never ever should be questioned,
after showdown deep in Boggy Creek.
the shower head
sounds the start
a drop of water
drips down her
forehead to the
nose
stays
then leaps to her
lips not getting
licked dripping
to her chin
again
a wait
then because she
lowers her head
he simply slides
off
onto
but between the
rolling hills of
pastoral cleavage
but
not
stopping to sightsee
not even the odd
sink hole near
the middle of
the race
making
his way towards
some slight foliage
just a tuft but just
enough shade as not to
dehydrate
but wait
now a choice to be
made left or right or
stay but to stay is
giving up and
enough
enough
said before a flip
of a coin he joins
others going right
his thighs now
burning
disearning
if the right
choice was his
choice but mistake
is no returning in this
race
pacing
now passed
the knee and
feeling victory
just might be
one only knows not
sweating the simple
stuff having made it
thus far and just a bit
further
farther
then one would
think to be stopped
to sink but sunk just
a foot away not even
feet defeat finds him at
an ankle twist but contented
to sit
she is
so delicious
Form:
The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me
when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco,
fronting Union Square. I found his morals promising and conform
to a highly acceptable standard of right and wrong. The ambiance
at the time was understandably festive, and he occasioned me the
day after bearing a pleasant decency. A pricey hotel and a priceless
moment in my lifetime.
~*~ ~*~
A man deplanes
Key Biscayne's flight
take pains planning.
City center
car renter or
enter BART train.
~*~ ~*~
Opts for mincab
as confab airs
quick grab sightsee.
San Francisco
cross the Golden
Gate overwhelm.
~*~ ~*~
Mark Hopkins suite
exec beat and
retreat a bit.
Up and at 'um
took humdrum hence
therefrom outside
~*~ ~*~
Two souls passing,
eyes lashing while
dashing connects.
Man out in town,
Lauren brown suit
and down-brim cap.
~*~ ~*~
Her nuanced face,
garbed black lace that
draped mace hides well.
The schemed conversed,
his bad nursed, hers
rehearsed ensue.
~*~ ~*~
He treats a fine
place to wine and
to dine, ere show!
Ceremony
Christmas Tree Lights
City main square.
~*~ ~*~
Union Square drinks,
glasses clinks, the
man sinks, blacks out.
Wakes--finds--back--the
Photo...huh?...reads,
I'm...wha?...Steve!--(SMILES).
~*~ ~*~
"Whose woods these are I think I know"
I'll walk awhile in the light snow
Maybe I'll see a Christmas tree
Wild Holly berries_just sightsee
These wood end at beautiful quay
Ocean's song lures to be carefree
The quay is long solidly built_ stores
And shopes with goods along these shores
I'll walk this way though circle back
Through the woods by the hermit's shack
A nice long trek through winter's woods
I'm glad I went I wish you could....
First line a direct quote from Robert Frost"s
poem "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening"
#2..A Winter's Walk
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Winter Couplet
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The ever-cherishing...
View of the panoramic blue hills
The melodious tone of a Thrush
A glimpse of a distant horizon
The sight of clouds kissing the sky.
The Panache of...
Lovers weaving the dream web
The demanding depths of a mountain-pass
The luxuriant foliage
The sparkly stars in the pitch-black skies
The sharpest gaze at the infinite.
It is a desire...
To descend the hours of hardship
To sightsee a palmy garden
To feel the caressing north wind afar
To recreate the defunct fauna and flora
To sense the aroma of Bethlehem Lily.
Must care take ...
The emotions swinging in the sky canoe.
To mouth shut the gamut of harsh words
To augment the woe of parted love
To fill the voids with the right choice and
To put off rage, a forest fire in action!
Exquisite is...
The unheard song from the unknown
The illusion is craving for an Oasis.
The reality, time plunging into an hourglass
Afar, a new beginning undoes.
The sunrise, twilight and nightfall, the viewers!
Warm wind on my face; warm water surrounding me.
Off the coast - blue sky above - a ship sets out to sea.
Nothing I have ever done could be as nice as this.
Dance, swim with dolphins, sightsee, shop or laze in bliss!
Entertainment’s everywhere; excitement fills the air.
Rest; revive; rejoice! There’s something for everyone.
Food is limitless, and so are the ways to have fun.
Underneath the sun you can chase away your blues.
Land Ahoy! How I hate to leave my ocean cruise.
Written Jan. 7, 2015 (This was ABSOLUTELY the most wonderful vacation I ever had!! My first and only cruise, back in 2000)
I'll always love my bonny girl
So fair and lovely, beautiful
I'll always dream of her and I
And write her name up in the sky
With a little airplane, orange and white
That doesn't reach too great a height
But high enough so she can't see
The pilot there is none but me
It's me alright and how she'd know
Is because I'd never want to go
I'd write all day without a shout
'Til just before my gas ran out
And when once more the plane did land
I'd tie it down there at it's stand
And recall back upon the day
When I took her flying city way
The same small plane that day was flown
That now I fly just me alone
And think of her then when I do
And pretend she's sitting in there too
Next time though she'll sit next to me
I'll hold her hand and we'll sightsee
Instead of hearts drawn in the sky
Inside that plane two hearts will fly
The Lava Flows
The lava flows of Hawaii,
Fresh surrounds of a coral sea,
A fern forest midst rising mist,
Place where orchids and sweethearts tryst,
Tempestuous flames apogee.
Entertaining birds are carefree,
Verdant vales, mountain trails, sightsee,
Paradise echoes beauty's gist,
The lava flows.
People observe Queen's Jubilee,
As a Sun shines in Gemini,
Natural forces do persist,
Beauty endures as we exist,
Unmistakably we foresee,
The lava flows.
2020 February 15
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND no 680,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
13 lines x 8 syllables per + 2 lines x 4 syllables per = 112 syllables total
sometime in winter
i must choose hibernation
wanna sleep the rest of my life away
i am stuck at this dead end to the point where choice is an inanimate object out of fashion
blue snowflakes fall
i must choose separation
wanna hide the rest of my life in the broken elevator of life
i am trapped in this bottomless pit of icky, sweat soaked sewage
somehow at the county line of spring solstice
i must choose reawakening
wanna refuel my jet engine wings and uselessly sightsee my life till death
i am forever connected to this shiftless symbolism usually avoided by both man and beast alike