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I'm the cirizen of another country,
the long penynsula that stretches
into the vast Mediterrean Sea;
has anybody ever seen how lovely
it is with its snow-capped mountains
and verdant rolling hills oveerlooking
towns with castels and churches?
Has anyone ever heard the warbling
of canaries and of sparrows?
Before I pledge allegiance
to another flag and swear my loyalty,
I may feel a sense of betrail inside,
I'll overcome it and love both flags
and countries fairly and equally...
can one love two countries?
The farewell of a young boy departing
on his seventhenth year wasn't
as sad as that of my parents who were crying;
I sought an exciting future that
only America was offering
to the most adventurous spirit
flying over an unknown ocean...
navigated by hundres of ships under an airplane.
I'm a cirizen of another country,
a country loved by Michelangelo, Dante and Ovid;
no, I wasn't expelled from their cities as they were,
I obeyed the will of mom and dad.
I'm a citizen of another country
obeying the laws of the land and respecting everyone.
I am not from Lancaster ain't no tumbleweed rollin through my backyard or brain. when those beautiful snow capped mountains show up in the morning on my front lawn in a mudslide..is not me.
rollin down the dark highway road a sudden thud-a crash into a wild boar crossing the road..how many times do I have to say, that's not me. course I will admit the lightning bugs at night sho nuff are a sight to see and the crickets chirping in the early morn mo pleasant than any alarm clock I know.sometimes the going down of the evening sun provides a skyline that's simply breathtaking, course when I pass the pig farm down the road..i keep my breath whew! and that says it in a nutshell why um not from Lancaster. when my wife said let's move to Lancaster I said whoa now, let's rent a spot for a week 'n the events of that week matriculated to a conclusion..
that's not me.
On the seventh day God leaned back and rested.
He gazed at the heavens, all of its planets, stars,
and the pleasing cerulean sky and its drifting clouds
as the earth turned as did the changing seasons;
the snow-capped mountains, lush forest and seeds taking root,
stupendous waterfalls cascading down
into the depths of streams and rivers towards the ocean.
He marveled at the sand dunes move across the ground in wind,
the blazing hot sun painting the skies tangerine-lavender
while melting over the corners of the horizon.
He smiled at the calm turquoise ocean's life swim
in its briny water as the waves walked up to the shores;
birds spread their wings and flew across the sky
while small birds near ground and around their nest.
God watched his children on land
having dominion over all the creatures on earth.
10/18/2018
Poetry Contest: What Did God Do On The Seventh Day?
Sponsored by: Curtis Moorman
Genesis 2:7
Then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature.
Genesis 1:26-27
Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.” So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.
Genesis 1:3-27
On the first day God created the heaven and the earth
and God said , "Let there be light" and God divided the light from the darkness
He called the light day and the darkness night
the second day he created the Water and heaven
the third day Land, plants , and feed
the fourth day Sun moon and stars and let them be for signs, seasons, days, and years.
the fifth day Fish and birds to multiply
the sixth Animals and 1:27 So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. all was finished
the seventh day God ended his
work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his
work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified
it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made
Let's celebrate teachers--give them a big hand!
For they hold the treasure a child's mind needs.
They open doors to discovery's wondrous land;
then urge them along to help them succeed.
Their drive and coaxing we feel throughout life--
whispers of "you know you can do much more."
Life, you told us, is not won without strife,
so, "get busy, let's see what you have in store."
When recalling school days, who comes to mind?
Schoolmates in classes, acquaintances fleet.?
Along with your good friends, who do you find?
I'll bet it's the ones who made learning sweet.
Miss McMillan, who came with us from Jr. High.
Iris and Byron Chew stretched our brains far.
Miss Mershon said let's give pyramids a try.
Mrs. Babcock had us reach for a star.
Thanks, teachers, for giving us distant shores
to visit, and snow-capped mountains to climb.
Thanks for holding our children's hands in yours
guiding their journey through momentous times.
Thanks for helping those who have tutor needs;
for late nights grading papers without end.
You smile as we leave, for you planted seeds.
All this, and you manage to be a friend!
May 31, 2022
HIGH
IN THE SIERRA MOUNTAINS..
THERE'S A LAKE
THAT'S OH SO COLD.
BLUER
THAN THE BLUEST TOPAZ.
OLDER
THAN THE OLDEST GNOME.
SURROUNDED
BY SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS.
SHIELDED
FROM THE LONG DAYS SUN.
CARESSED
BY A COOL
AND GENTLE
MORNING BREEZE.
SCENTED
WITH THE
AMBROSIAL FRAGRANCE
OF WILD
MOUNTAIN FLOWERS.
AS THE MORNING SUN
BEGINS TO CLIMB
THE EASTERN SKIES.
IT REACHES
THE NEWEST HEIGHT
NEEDED
TO PEEKS OVER
THE MAJESTIC
MOUNTAIN RIDGE.
SHINING A WARM
AND GENTLE SMILE
ON TO
THE LAKE.
THE BODY OF WATER
SMILES IN RETURN
WITH GLITTERING
LITTLE RIPPLES
FROM THE GENTLE BREEZE
CREATING
A SYMPHONY
OF GOLDEN TONES
ACROSS
THE TOPAZ BLUE WATERS
SURFACE.
GENERATING
A MILLION SMILES
IN CONCERT
SOUNDING
THE ARRIVAL
OF A NEW DAY
WITH A CELEBRATION.
CELEBRATING LIFE...
THE BEAUTY OF NATURE
AND THE BEAUTIFUL VIEW
NATURE BRINGS TO LIFE.
Michael E. Harris
04022022
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Having been born in legendary Italy,a country
as old as the stones of the Via Appia,
made me recall the fiery image of Attila...
the barbarian from Hungary,
who dared to defeat the mighty Romans:
by sacking their imperial city with clanking swords!
Attila might have become the new emperor,
if he hadn't abandoned that land he came to conquer,
but golloped away...vanishing into the unknown:
remorseful or giving up on becoming great;
and some agree that he was as untaimed as a lion...
with a chilvalry to melt any woman's heart!
Many great battles were fought on this soil,
fortified by faith,valor and blood:
an Italy immortalized by Vergil,
Dante,Davinci,Michelangelo and Verdi: a legacy continuing today;
and I, as her native son, like to lead the way...
to be among these and not vanish into nothing!
Where I walked as a teen, castles rose towards
crimson skies to capture my fancy and hold me in wonder,
until dusk came with the tinkling bells; and sweet mother
called me...her voice echoing,with affectionate loveliness,
amid the pine trees and a garden of blooming roses;
there, at the gate's entrance, she waited with flowers!
From a tiny spring, flowing from the snow-capped mountains,
I drank the purest water and saved some in my canteen...
while my companions threw rocks at each other and told jokes;
and none of us were older than seventeen!
O golden days,return to vivid memory...
when we are taken by reminiscence to renew vows of loyalty!
By a bright lamp,I'll write these memoirs 'till morning,
and whenever sleep comes...I'm ready to hop in bed,dreaming
to be in Amalfi or Positano along the rugged coast of emerald...
listening to the murmurs of the gleaming sea,so old,
overlooked by the immobile stars and hear a happy mandolin play
a serenade and to be taken into eternity!
I'm finally there, retracing each footstep on a stony path,
running through the streets of my fled youth;
wouldn't I be happy to stay and find a place to rest?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid
Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by
crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of Lake Woebegone,
voluntarily forced to bathe
in brutally cold
mountain waters oxbow lake
vaguely resembling out
size topographical wishbone
rescue unlikely since
bajillion miles from radio tower,
thus state of the art
electronically sophisticated videophone
good as worthless resignation,
sans fate linkedin tubby
mother nature's cryogenic specimen
more'n murmuring undertone,
where huge Arctic glacier overshadows
infinitesimally microscopic human,
one speck kin zee ditched
*****sapien subsumed
under superfluous tombstone
as frozen fountain head,
where Atlas shrugged,
nonetheless incongruous yen
to purge mine offensive odor,
where civilization footprint
sole lee mine alone in wilderness
thus farcical reason (without rhyme),
atypical, farcical, and poetical title,
yours truly didst stirrup and spur
inexplicable search for soapstone,
yet prospect to don measly frame
without gay apparel
(beastie boy bit figurative bullet,
and buttressed body in buff)
immediately augmented primal scream
to trumpet heebeegeebees
(teeth chattering yodeling
rendition re: stayin alive)
from this Rhinestone
survivalist cowboy wannabe,
began feeling comfortably numb,
and immediately prone
to become human popsicle,
especially when sub zero temperature
immediately froze water splashed skin
(like glassy sheet of ice)
glancing viz albedo effect
as blindingly white
snow capped mountains outshone
albino crags, offering
absolute zero, yes none
reassurance with insulated moonstone
sleeping bag useful
as yolked with lodestone
around neck - slow death by
freezing this knucklebone,
who sought cleanliness,
(and panacea to immortality)
joining exclusive polar bear club
(Ursus Maritimus very selective,
and only chose me) even
at expense of more'n
just frozen jawbone
plus Jack frost bitten cockles turned
deep purple as inkstone
used to write re: scrawl epitaph
on icicle glommed headstone.
Rainbow days and starry nights,
Snow-capped mountains and eagles' flight.
Crashing waves from storm-tossed seas,
Refreshing rain and a gentle breeze.
Delicate flowers and trees so tall,
Red, orange and yellow leaves of fall.
Rolling thunder and lightning bright,
Sunny skies that bring delight.
Cotton puff clouds on display,
A clear blue lake where fish can play.
The chirping of birds and crickets song,
Invites all creatures to sing along.
In all these things God can be found,
Indeed, His gifts are all around.
Open your eyes and be amazed,
As God reveals His love each day.
8/2011
For Brian Strand's All Yours (April 24) contest
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Earthy semblance of Blue-Green
Planet Deep !
full toned trumpet we salute
arising from afar through elixir fair forests
my ears dainty ornaments alert
your velvet ones eloped from captured parks
swaying human queries flap
breezes caressing trunk with hay
Matriarch of Mother Earth you enchant !
trampling trekking unencumbered across continent observing
corpulent babes engrossing
no king of jungle, though collateral archetype : Excelsior goddess enthroned emboldened
heart emancipated embroidered on mammoth
marches through ember days
Elephant cares embracing fays
elderberries quenching enrich your
beguiling navigation moves
through seasoned landscapes traversing
into dew grasslands unswerving
Awed are we !
how you encape my ennui to seek no encore, your grey wisdom enamours …
Age after age you accompanied humanity’s exploring self-hood quests ~
did HE dream ivory tusks
as elongated bangles or
carved knife handles
you timeless care not
treading Love’s deserts lost and found
while nectar filled cacti bitter stare
your strength jitters bare
Pines tall imbibe your wrinkled
twinkle grandma guru eyes
from heights of snow-capped mountains
once you crossed, Africa into Rome, to lowly circus dance for children ogling
how do I O D E an enduring birthing body
when humouring fanciful Fate ?
you dissolve destinies marula tree rooting
an eternal etching on my ebony forehead
C R E A T I O N’S V I C T O R Y !
our humility encapsulates what
E L E P H A N T V I B R A T E S