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I am
Wednesday morning trips to the local library with my mom and younger siblings,
Wandering wondrous paths through bookshelves bustling with books.
Exploring, savoring, lingering inbetwixt paragraphs, sentences, words.
Spirited away to a fantasy far from my monotonous world.
I am
Impromptu tea parties, tiny rosy teacups, fitting easily in my tiny, delicate hands.
Drinking creamy green Irish breakfast tea, just like Mommy does,
Sneaking a sip of her nutty coffee, sweetened with brown sugar, lighted to a soft beige,
Giggling and rubbing gritty umber coffee grounds between our palms.
I am
Dancing, twirling, leaping to “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” in honey-sweet memories.
Repeating the same album, thrice over, harmonious Celtic melodies, fueling sappy daydreams.
Cherishing the singing birthday cards I’ve received, their chipper voices piercing my ears,
Gleefully opening and closing their bright covers until their songs are garbled and warped.
I am
Reminded of beauty in the juniper-colored liquid depths of my loved ceramic bear mug,
Kissing his forehead as I sip my favorite Irish breakfast tea, now grown out of creamers.
Strolling through the homely lanes of my memory, a ball of light in my chest.
Seeking her out, and finding that where I look, there she emerges.
I am
Still with my mother.
Carrying her memory, holding it gently, caring for it delicately.
Guided by her hand, her colorful spirit always brightening my smile.
And there she will live on, within me.
Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal...
Especially when giving cheeky badass
blemished physiognomic reflection
tricking me seeing displeasing likeness
Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing
his treasured invisible cutlass
poised to strike, (where spiderlines
instantaneously provoked, webbed,
and frankly zapped shattering experience),
whereby yours truly
rendered unconscious to any pass
hubble gratefully dead singed hair zombie
straight away befriending image with him
aforementioned christened human biomass,
hence explains personal objection (mine)
devoid of any sass
sneaking a peek at (regarding employing
cute antiquated, quaint word) looking glass.
Feeble effort, butta lemme attempt to apprise
ye dear reader, how gasping
at me selfsame visual simulation spurs cries
and whispers with shrieks of horror
inexplicable nauseating revulsion jars myopic eyes
espying even willow the wisp gallivanting guise
think mine glassy doppelganger blithely
traipsing, tooling tiptoeing no lies
hands down acquiring masquerade ball door prize
if nothing else... try getting a fleeting rise
of humoresque judicious metaphorical
sucker puncheon the gut against self I satirize
February twenty third perhaps lame effort
to affect seeming witty and wise.
Mailer daemons rule cerebral roost,
whereby gimcrackery invectives loosed,
cuz all during growing up years bullies did boost
inferiority complex hatching adult
egg go self steam goosed
abysmal confidence building accomplishment
ye accurately deduced
charnel, (bilabial) frictional,
infernal... struggle moost
arduous (think Atlas, Sisyphus, plus
ten subsequent Greek mythological Titans) juiced
with eternal divinity upon
whose figurative shoulder humanity papoosed.
Yesterday I posted a poem about our Volkswagen mailbox-
on which Deborah painted symbols of flowers, butterflies and a dove
It’s our subtle way of stating we hope for a world filled with peace and love.
When we finally mounted out mailbox
with its variety of bright colors- reds blues yellow’s and pinks
we couldn’t wait for Eric our mailman to arrive…
couldn’t help but wonder what he’d think.
Deborah was excited when she saw him driving down the street.
She ran to the window and paused…
She was like a child sneaking a peek at Christmas
waiting for Santa Claus.
When Eric got to our mailbox and began to open the door
Deborah felt the pride inside her glow…
until the headlights and VW symbol we added there…
fell to the street below.
It was an inauspicious beginning for our peace and love paradigm…
for how we are going to change the world- one mailbox at a time.
Once Eric left- we remained undaunted…
We knew what we had to do…
We replaced the headlights and the VW symbol
using a strong and powerful glue.
It was a little lesson about how peace and love are not only wonders to behold
but how they need our constant care and attention if they are ever to take hold.
~Dare We~
Side by side in the full moonlight, looking up in wonder
Shoulders rubbing, breaths, mingling hands begin to wander
Daringly we looked together, would we really dare…
No one about we can try, there seem no eyes to stare.
Hand in hand we start to hide away from the moonlit sky
We really want to do this, but we are feeling rather shy
Should we in this moonlight, try to recapture our youth?
He takes his shoes and socks off, I am excited now in truth…
His pants come down, I kook aghast, “they cost a lot” I heard him say.
My shoes and jacket I remove, deciding it's time to play
He takes me by the hand; our bodies mingle and turn together
We feel so young this moonlit night with outstanding weather.
His legs shine white, silhouetted against the moonlit sky
Now is the time, there's no one here, I am not letting this pass me by
Up and down, slowly, carefully, his body looks so lean
I can’t believe we are sneaking a go on
our neighbour’s new trampoline...
© 5/08/2012 ~GG~
Oftentimes,
And it happens so often lately,
I catch myself staring
at the walls and the ceiling
lost somewhere in reverie,
furtively sneaking a peek at the door.
Death–
Where does it come from?
Does it need a door to come through?
Does it knock?
Or, it just appears from nowhere
like an apparition,
Does the sight of death
takes one’s breath away?
Or death comes when you’re
no longer able to breathe?
How long must I keep
my eyes glued to the door?
Has death ever tried and
failed to find the door?
O Lord, don’t let death turn away
It might only create sorrow,
It will be alright
if I don’t see tomorrow.
Whenever this mortal journey ends
and death comes smiling to the fatal door,
Let my soul contain fortitude
enough that it can so endure.
~Contest: Doors
~Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Cherish me as I grow old, and am surely liable to forget things.
I know how interesting life is and the contentment it brings.
I know you'll make excuses to try and be miserable and even try not to go.
Now just have a good trip, even though I know your stress will just grow.
White, sandy beaches and salt tasted air, with an ocean so cold.
Aggravation sets in as we try to put our lawn chairs down to unfold.
Breathe, my love, its as simple as remembering the latch on the side.
Surely, all you had to do is ask, I'm tired of your old, stubborn pride.
Finally, we get our chairs situated and I'm ready to bask in the sun.
You ask for sun block and as I search, you assume I brought none.
Its just at the bottom of the beach bag, you stubborn old ass!
And don't think I don't see you sneaking a sip out of that flask!
I turn bronze as I used SPF 40, you chose SPF 15, and look at you.
Red as a lobster, mean as crab, and I'm enjoying the view.
I tried to tell you, but so stubborn, do you ever plan to listen?
Probably not now, nor never, so your skin will always be red and glisten.
How are you supposed to relax now that you can't move not even a limb?
Our stress free vacation, is as always, starting to look grim.
Oh well, aloe you up, and off to dinner we shall go and have some fun.
Take some Soma, Lortab, and Xanax and you'll be good and numb.
An hour later and you're stress free, and mostly out of that pain.
Good thing, because its in the forecast for Florida rain!
We'll hobble around the block and get soaking wet from head to toe.
Knowing tomorrow you'll be back in pain and stressed so we'll have to go.
But its like this every year, we plan to stay, but I know how you are.
One or two days of driving makes you stiff from sitting in the car.
It'll take the rest of our vacation for you to blister and finally peel.
You're the entertainment in my life, and that's why I'm with you still!
I started this poem with the ending
That way I figure just in case
I get half way through and don't have a clue
Of what next I wanted to say
Plus it'll save me all that time
Of trying to come up with the perfect end for the ending
Since this idea came around and I've written it down
At the start of the very beginning
Though it does take away all the mystery
Of what this poem is about
Like sneaking a look at the last page of a book
No more need to try and figure it out
I could throw a surprise twist in the middle
Just to try and liven things up
But you already know what's coming so
I'm not sure a twist would be enough
I now find myself deep in dilemma
Since I started the beginning with the end
I clear my throat with a cough as I finish it off
With where it was I should have began
Sneaking A President On Presidents Day
Sneaking President Biden to Kyiv without anyone noticing, sounds like something out of a movie. It really happened. He arrived in Kyiv on a surprise visit, signaling 'unflagging commitment' to Ukraine.
The United States signals its ongoing support ahead of the anniversary of Russia's invasion. This is the first time in modern history that a U.S. leader visited a warzone outside the aegis of the U.S. military — a feat the White House said carried some risk even though Moscow was given a heads-up.
Over the next five hours, the president made multiple stops around town — ferried about in a black SUV rather than the presidential limousine — without any announcement to the Ukrainian public that he was there. But all that activity attracted enough attention that word of his presence leaked out well before he could get back to Poland, which was the original plan. Aides at the White House were surprised the secret held as long as it did.
Meanwhile, in Kyiv, many main streets and central blocks were cordoned off without explanation. People started sharing videos of long motorcades of cars speeding along streets where access was restricted — the first clues that Biden had arrived.
President Biden Just Destroyed Putin’s Last Hope
Other heads of government preceded him, earning deserved credit. It is an altogether different thing when the president of the United States—who is, indeed, the leader of the Free World—shows up. His words mattered. He pledged “our unwavering and unflagging commitment to Ukraine’s democracy, sovereignty, and territorial integrity.” And even more important, that the United States will stand with Ukraine “as long as it takes.” Democracy, a beautiful word, from a beautiful President. We thank you for your statement of defiance.
Simply by taking the hazardous trip to Kyiv, Biden made a strategic move of cardinal importance. (He took a train for ten hours from Poland).
The End
Fun Fact
Jimmy Carter may have saved a nuclear plant from melting in Canada! Longest lived President 98, sadly, the former President chose to enter hospice care instead of more medical help. Taught Sunday school for decades! He absorbed the maximum amount of radiation a human can take.
Jealous Jillian meets zealous Philip at Arby’s.
With ONE green eye she spies his double-order curly fries,
No FUN when his French dip starts to drip on her Barbies.
She cleans them off and leans close in to his plate
SNEAKING a meager handful while eager Phil tries
to confess for the FREAKING mess he’s made of their date.
She orders Smokehouse Brisket; he GETS a gravy/biscuit.
PLUS as a “to go” surprise, IT’S two apple pies.
THUS Phil walks Jill home. A goodnight kiss? will he risk it?
Sassy and Genghis they now get along
Sassy liked Kublai but he is now gone
Old Genghis still a little grouch
he growls at Sassy if she joins him on the couch
Sassy will at times kiss him and sniff his little face
when he is behind her sneaking a sniff takes place
Under the desk Genghis loves to hide and stay
when she crawls to greet him he growls her away
If on the bed Genghis cautious for Sassy rolls
he will yap at her and even hide behind pillows
Treat time Sassy gobbles hers right away
Genghis takes his time teasing her all day
Sassy lies down in front of him whimpering and whines
Genghis growls and wags his tail taking his sweet time
Though Genghis is little and Sassy twice as big
she never angers toward him is playful instead
She will steal his treat right under his nose
when playing keep away stay on your toes
They love barking together at anything in sight
they are more amusing than causing a fright.
Sometimes Sassy will sleep beside him
and Genghis is okay.
Without our sweet Sassy
Genghis would be lonely every day.