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Premium Member Click My Heels and Travel

I love to travel anywhere, the more foreign the better for me,
Strange lands and how other people live is very interesting to see.
This travel bug I caught got started when I was only eighteen years old,
A college friend and I went to the Bahamas, we were fearless and so bold.

Then I started my career and I knew to take advantage of this time,
Each year I’d set off somewhere new, after saving my every dime.
I traveled to beautiful Hawaii followed by South America the next year,
One of my favourites was Bermuda, I was young, memories so dear.

I flew over to England and stayed for a fortnight to visit a new friend, 
We toured all around Scotland traveling as far north as Land’s end.
After that I spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, the trips become a blur,
Many islands look the same, palm trees and beaches, others will concur.

Mexico was interesting studying the Mayans from Chichen Itza to Tulum,
Manzanillo to Puerto Vallarta, high cliffs where the waves crash and loom,
Got engaged in Myrtle Beach, so it holds a special place in my heart,
Then honeymooned in Jamaica where we spent not a moment apart.

Once the children came along, the travel plans required a major adjust,
We would go away on 5 year anniversaries, this was an absolute must.
A Caribbean five island cruise then the next trip two weeks in New Zealand,
But my favourite place remains the Greek islands, windmills, sun and sand.

Liechtenstein, Austria and Switzerland was a mother-daughter trip,
I showed her the ropes of travel and how much to leave for a tip.
Seems this travel bug of mine has proved to be a little bit contagious
My daughter now loves travel but her destinations are more outrageous.

While traveling is usually an educational journey, one that I just adore,
I’ve had moments in Egypt and the Holy land, that chilled me to the core.
But even during these very scary times, one thing that stands forever true,
The people there were kind and caring, someone always willing to help you.

I think that I still have a few more trips left in me, if my pocket book holds out,
Need to see eastern Europe, China and Africa, there’s more to learn, no doubt.
For the meeting of new people and learning their culture, gives my life new lease,
It provides the burden of proof that all should know, we need to work for peace.

Written by Lee Ramage 
For Contest "Close your eyes and click your heels"
© Lee Ramage  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member 1971 Hey Dude

1971  (Hey Dude)


Hey dude, come in, come in.
Been a long time since we last smoked the peace pipe together. 
Hey! I think it was during Hendrix’s set in Bethel, dude!
Here, let me move these Rolling Stones out of the way.
and the Taco Bell wrappers… There. Dude, let’s sit. 
First, I need to change the record. Let me look here….hmm, 
Iron Butterfly? Naw, too psychedelic. Blind Faith? 
Naw, they’re too much like Cream. And I’m tired of them.
Hey, how ‘bout Led Zeppelin 3?... Naw, too new;
Ah! Let’s hear some very mellow Traffic music. This is cool dude!
It’s their second album…very trippy music...
Listening to this stuff makes me feel alright!...
Dude, Here you go. That hole there is like a carburetor;
Put your finger on it and draw in. Then, let go. Boom!
Dude! Welcome to the petrified forest, man! 
Dude! I been kicking back here thinking about infinity, man. 
My mind is constantly being blown thinking about how big the universe is. 
Dude, we are so small, so infinitesimal, so minute,
in comparison to the absolute vastness of the universe. 
Dude, here we are, riding on this huge ball of dirt,
turning through space at a thousand miles per hour,
and we aren’t even feeling it as we speed along, 
like it’s not even happening, man!
You know, dude, we are so small, so very very small, 
we’re all just a very small part of this vast solar system
with these humongous planets circling this huge ball of fire,
which are all just a very small part of this humongous Milky Way galaxy, 
which is just one of billions and billions of galaxies in the universe…
Man, it makes my mind bend!... 
Here, this purple haze from Michoacán will seal the deal, dude…
I also been  thinking about God, dude! 
We are all so small; we are all like spiders, just spinning our webs… 
in this humongous garden called life! 
So I must ask Dude:
What is God? Who is God?
I will tell you what God is! I now know! Dude! 
Are you ready to hear what God is? …
Ice cream, dude! Ice cream!
Do you want some vanilla ice cream, dude? 
I have a gallon in my freezer! 
Think of the millions of people in the world right now, 
the people of India, South America, Australia and even in Dinuba, California,
who at this very moment, this precise second in time and eternity,
are sitting there, eating vanilla ice cream. 
Hey dude! Be right back!

Mona Lisa Could See 2 of 2

Drop picture till six
The land like Pokémon kills
Nearing a tornado’s kiss?

Lift picture to three
The earth seems a lot different
 And looks extreme wilderness!

Turn picture upward
Rapid rivers dash inward
Floods hit mountains and stumble! 
 
See Ottoman cries!
Its history in Palestine
Breaks loudly a hurting cry!

Until the see twirls
Syrian shores to Lake Err!
 In one tsunami fits in!

Turn picture around
Look at it from the back side
Night time is facing big sigh!

Walk around clockwise
Walk around counter clock’s wise
What’s the difference at bright?

Look carefully at
While standing behind that
Her shoulders and her two arms

South America?
Thirst for the Atlantic’s tap
See a side face that had trapped?

Is there another mountain?
Leaking black gas surrounding
Happy carnival, walking? 

See the dancing sleeves?
While wild fire nears the streets
On her leaning arm as seen?

The plate is moving!
South America swimming?
The south is wetting valleys!

Would waters sink in?
Reaching Amazon’s region
From the forest’s province?

Incline her to three
See volcano born from sea?
Crafting her right cheek’s sad fear?

Is it Gibraltar?
Suddenly speaks, spreads horror
Causing Mona Lisa’s shock?

Tilt her down to six
See Morocco’s beaches quick?
Nearing the west in a blink?

Or causing that lint
To near Africa’s dark flint?
Marrying mounts in a blink?

Prop to quarter till
Watch! The height of the waves bring
Over Mona’s head curving!

Prop her upward to
See again what had done to
See fire rocks drop next to!

Is she hugging babe?
Alive or faint but looks dead?
Leaning on her charm screen scared?

She’s holding a rose!
Or holding one stem of corn?
Looks like child’s hand overall!

Near a villager’s 
Boat on top of the mountain
Does sail or drifts to go float?

But, a pyramid
More likely to look amid
Mountain tops and gardens’ bits!

Spin picture right this
Minute, a serpent showing
Behind two wed couples’ kiss!

Aruba under 
Her nose moving to northeast
Survives a great flood beneath!

Walk ahead the screen
See Mona is still weeping
For two thousand twelve... searching!
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009.  Note: This is an innocent discovery to analyze the 
beauty of the famous Mona Lisa by Van Gogh.
Form: Choka

Life Is Oh So Short

Life is oh so Short
                                              (a short story of my life)
In the beginning, when I was just a boy and the buffalo ran wild I remember when adults would say I remember back ten years and I would think, heck I’m not even ten years old yet. I would ask my mother what were some of the inventions you remembered growing up that changed the world. She told me about the telephone and a number of other inventions she experienced. Today I have lived through hundreds of inventions that changed the world far beyond what any reasonable person could have ever considered possible in my 76 years since I was born.  A lot of living I have done so many things I have seen and experienced since I stood at the end of the side walk and thought about my life’s future when I was just a little boy. Now I am a great-grandpa of four beautiful great grandchildren, the grandpa of six grandchildren and the father of two beautiful, wonderful daughters.
As I look back and say to myself how in the hell has time passed away so quickly.  It only feels like a year or so since I began living my life upon this earth for what it’s worth. So much time has passed away so quickly beneath my feet as I have walked the road of life through all my troubles and joys in my life. A number of friends of mine have passed away so sad for me to say and sad to even think about it I scream and shout. But we all know and realize death waits for us all, sooner or later.
I thank God each and every day for my health I know I am blessed to be so healthy, no problems what so ever as I also workout around 11 hours each week. How fortunate I was when the music of rock and roll was first heard in 1956.  I was 16 years old, perfect timing. I have sung and danced to so many great and wonderful songs what a perfect time to be alive, right in the beginning of it all, it truly was happy days. A hamburger only cost 25 cents, fries were only 15 cents, and a malted milk was 25 cents a movie only cost 75 cents. I served my time in the Navy had a great time, no wars were taking place. I saw the world going around the Horn of South America I also stood at the feet of Jesus the Redeemer statue on a mountain top in Rio, Brazil.  
          (if you like check out the last few verses at Life is oh so Short 2)

Legend of the Black Dove - Part 5

Legend Of The Black Dove 
             (Part 5) "Adventures On The High Seas"

The quicksand has claimed one victim, the fleeing horse and the real 

Black Dove is trapped underneath the quicksand. He manages to grab the 

horses tail and climb on the side of the horse and with brute strength

jumps clear of the sand  onto firm ground, he also manages to rescue 

the  imposter from the sand, he was unconscious but still alive. Moments 

later the kings guards arrive. They decide to unmask the Black Dove, 

but to their surprise, they find Jack Wild behind the mask. Norrington 

can hardly believe what he sees, as Jack Wild had died  in the mine 

having being impaled on a pinnacle, Wild tells him he was 

his twin brother Luke, and pledges to kill the Black Dove the moment he 

finds him. The soldiers cart him off with the other prisoners, and

Norrington is taken back to Norrington Manor.  When he arrives he

is greeted by his friend and butler Bill Jenkins, who said he has booked a 

passage for them both on a ship heading for South America. He was asked 

for assistance in a landowner's dispute in Monteray (California). They board

the ship and moments later she leaves for California. The ship is seaborne for

two days when they are attacked by a pirate ship. Norrington and Jenkins 

are in their cabin when the ship is boarded by pirates. The pirates  capture 

all  crew members and  approached the cabin were Norringtoan and Jenkins 

are standing.  Moments later as they entered the cabin, they see one man 

standing there with a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. It is the 

Black Dove. The pirates attack him as he shoots one pirate and starts fighting 

with the other. He escapes the cabin and tries to find a hiding place but is 

seized by three more pirates and taken on deck. The Captain of the pirates 

decides to make him walk the plank. His hands are bound and he is been 

weighted down with heavy chains, then forced to walk the plank, He is 

pushed into the ocean and as he goes down quickly to the bottom, the 

pirates laugh at his ill fortune.......Has the Black Dove drowned in the sea? 

What will become of Bill Jenkins trapped alone on the ship ?

Don't miss "Peril At Sea" Part 6 next time.


Written 3rd May 2013
Form: Narrative


My Family Twins- a Tragedy

-
A Greek philosopher hopefully said beware 
Beware the couple being the of the same embryo 
Who jealously promotes themselves 
One outwardly and openly one inwardly and secretly.

Beware of Glorification and intimate greed at any cost
Beware of the anger of one and the apparent denial of the other
Beware of receiving support one day and opposition the next

Beware the fears of one covering up for by the other
Watch the circling of one overhead ready in wait to protect the other
If you fallout with one again the bond strenghtens between them

This bond is undying and unbreakable. 
Should we try to break it : There is no point trying. It cannot be broken.
Although it is right for it to be broken
Why, because their bond brings down families and marriages.
It brings down church and state. Yes this is true. 
It hastens death through stress and the strains placed on people

They are acutely aware of what has been happenning.
At my father's funeral there were severe partial satements made from the alter
together with anger and lies. This from a twin, a twin who is a priest.

His deception in the home of my father and joyful celebration at his death. 
One brother described my father as Hitler over expressing his opinion 
on a suitable bride for him many years before. 
I wonder who is the one that behaves despotically. 

He was known as the ' imposter' by my father. Oh ! he would say
the imposter rang last night. But this imposter is a catholic priest,
a missionary priest. A priest who is so hard minded.
So much so that he used to strangle animals with coat hangers as a child.

I'm sure or quite sure that a Greek philospher must have said the above but
if he did not then he should have. I cannot understand why, when a twin
has chosen to marry the other twin, namely the priest ,
should not do all in his power to prevent that marriage. And 
take everyone down with him on the way. 

Mind boggling. Meanwhile I have lost a wife, two children, my father and four other 
brothers over this one man. And today he hides his head in the sand
down in South America. I am heartbroken and alarmed at the religous order 
he belongs to and their approach or understanding of him.

I'm sure other twins do not behave the same way..

Heartbroken.
© Ian Foley  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member With Love From Venezuela

With love from Venezuela to the people of the United States of America.
Once upon a time were one of the most prosperous nations of South America.
Our nation once upon a time was a democracy and a representative government. Elected to represent our beloved homeland.  But our hopes and our dreams have been washed away by Socialist tyranny and a dedicator who enslaves. 

And improvised its people. We do not have enough food to eat. We long for safe places to be able to sleep.  All who fight for freedom, even those brave souls.  Who came from the United States, were arrested as agitators against, our government.  They were the true freedom fighters, who were not paid and trained professional communists agitators.  Which are running rampart on the streets of America today! "If the black people are not careful they could lose their country."  Almost just exactly as we have lost ours!

If America does intervene, they will become involved.  In a qua mire worse than the Vietnam War.  It was a promise engraved in stone by our El Presidenta. Who clocks his misdeeds under the guise of the highest title of a governmental official. When he is nothing more than a paid and highly trained Communist agitator.  South America has been plagued by a series of dictators and revolutionists. Who made false mandates and proclamations to the unfortunate South American people. But he stands heads and tails above them all!

In America people are still free to protest and speak out about their governmental leaders.  Anyone caught doing that in Venezuela today
would be taken out and shot.  I would not be in the least surprised if they
choose the Mexican execution by firing squads!   Any one chanting Viva La Freedom! Viva La liberty! Would be taken out and shot! He or she would be imprisoned and tortured! 

I am speaking out for the people who have no freedom.  I am speaking out
for those who have no voice or no hope of their own. I am beseeching the throne room of God on their behalf as well as the people of Hong Kong!

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 07, 2020

Hungry Mouths In Every Country

There are hungry mouths
in every country of this planet,
and everyone should help with little or much;
how can we stand see them suffer, and helpelessly die on their beds?



North America the wealthiest nation, which God bountifully blessed, 
has its poor living in drug-infested and run-down neighborhoods,
faces that are never seen by the unsuspecting visitors;
these unfortunate people have known hunger, not savored a delicious banquet! 



Whose fault is it the Government's or the uncaring parents'
who have neglected them, and is it their permanent plagues:
rugs, indifference and lovelessness that have reduced them to this awful and shameful state? 
They should blame themselves, not those governing and giving them handouts!



Africa is the worst continent hit by a lack of food caused by corruption,
everywhere the eyes turn: they witness the fate of those dying without a word of consolation;
mothers clutching their little ones and their daily laments are still unheard...
seeking water, while all beasts have become the skeletons of their devastated land! 
 


The Vatican always sends missionaries to the African people to proclaim Christ, the Savior;
and it has vehemently invoked the pity of the wealthy and the kind to ease their misery;
and Pope Benedict XVI prays on his feeble knees, asking for their generosity!
Why can't He relinquish His guarded treasures and feed them a hundred times over? 



I am not a KIng or President  and slabs of gold, locked in volts, I have not; 
and with the little I have...I will share with them and keep my conscience intact!
Reach out, world, and eradicate this disease that's killing millions of unlucky folks;
leave your seas and deserts, your cities and towns and be among them to end this curse!



There are hungry mouths in each corner of our earth so marvelously blue,
mouths with lips that are cracked and dry; bodies writhing in undeserved pain!
Find them in Africa, in South America, or anywhere you'll be traveling to:
unattended perishing souls....dying without dignity and so alone! 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Quatrain

Tides of Tidiness

TIDES   OF   TIDINESS   

If  I was God,  the geographic world I would bless:
I’d start by tidying  up my world map for it’s a mess.
First let’s examine the ideal  -  man-made edges can’t be beat.
Look at places like the USA -Canada boundaries  - wow they’re  neat. 
Saskatchewan  and the Four Corners  -  geometric perfection.
Australia’s states  too,  and Africa, especially the northern  section.

It’s the  instinct of all poetic  geography teachers
To want to tidy up  the world map’s ragged features.
The  British Columbia coast needs sweeping with a  big brush and 
All those islands pushed till they’re joined to the mainland.
Same goes for the chilly south coast of Chile:
So many islands and peninsulas  -  it’s just silly. 
And also the fjorded Atlantic coast of Norway:   
Smooth?  Neat?   Geometric?   No way!
The Canadian archipelago too might as well be joined up together
Cos it’s one frozen mass all the time in wintry weather.

Of those messy lakes of Canada and Finland we have no need:   
With God’s giant blotting paper  I’d make them recede.
And  don’t get me started about the crazy course of a river.. . . 
Pure logic and efficiency I can deliver:
The Amazon rises only 60 miles from Peru’s Pacific coast  
But clearly it felt the need to have something to boast.
It should have gone west instead of 4000 miles east  to the Atlantic
A wasted effort,  silly choice  -  it ended up being absurdly gigantic.

And I have bigger complaints, such as South America 
Being fitted back where it belongs into the coast of Africa;
And the Red Sea’s coasts, moved apart like edges of torn paper all raggedy:
Dunno whose idea that was,  but it ain’t foolin nobody.
Obviously they should be stuck back together jigsaw fashion
To satisfy my  geographical  neatness passion.

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*This is the latest in my series of  Nutty Geographical Poems.  
Take a glance at your bedside atlas to see the places mentioned.
Form: Couplet

Fornification

Fornification is my sin and I can't put down my hands because I confess this to Him and He is a merciful Lord of Hosts, but I vow...I'll not be married or be in another relationship again due to my many breakups and heartaches alike
Owning up to my name and I am proud of my fame, though it didn't give me fortune
Racing up and down the road with my favourite bicycle
None of your business - come over here and be mine, bae and I will make you feel on fleek
In and out of me, I need a fix and my bones are rattling from the pop music that is therapeutic to all aspects of my life
Feeling myself on beat...feeling myself in rhythm...feeling you in adoration's admirable atmosphere without fear...without the shedding of tears
I love you forever and ever...no one is gonna take you away from me...maybe, I'm obsessed and my head is in the clouds as always
Can't stand the silence between us...there's the truth behind lies...we are on the same rowdy bus...don't wave your casual goodbyes...
And I'm sorry for committing fornification... the frustration is regretable and unstable, but I am able to heal slowly, but surely...
Tension is here...I can feel it...listen! Pay attention...lust and passion are my downfalls and I have not ignored His calls...
Isolating myself was my coping mechanism for far too long...I can't even show my face in public because I'm outlandish and unique...I'm afraid to be judged wrongly...I felt all the emoticons on your iPhone...
Oh, it did go over my head...you are living your life in South America...but we are very similar...I loved Skype Calling you - it was such an awesome experience, but it ended abruptly because I reflect weirdness and I'm awkward as hell on Mount Everest...I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure...I will fight with my might to fight the urges that led to my one and only ugly, deceiving sin - fornification
Nothing can undo the past...the urges come back to attack; alas, God has my back
Form: Acrostic

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