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(do enjoy frolicking gently imaginatively)
County seat, of Mason County,
Washington, United States
westernmost city on Puget Sound
above ground sans tectonic plates
population 9,834 per 2010 census
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form
of government drafted by mandates.
Shelton served by small steamboats
comprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet
Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton,
Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson
logging, farming, dairying, ranching
& oyster cultivation for populace to eat
Simpson Timber Company mill
on Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon
dominates landscape of the down
town area as essential heart beat
Shelton identifies the "Christmas
Tree Capital" sold by the ton.
47°12'49?N 123°6'22?W (47.213702,
-123.106088) coordinate bench mark
total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2),
of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land
0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%)
water laps with an occasional errant shark
in a pinch captured, processed and canned
a delicacy that fin de siecle bony
illegal booty fined by the oceanic narc.
well nigh two and a half decades in the past
this poet trekked across America
beginning in a place called Gap
Pennsylvania - where stockpile
of Amish goodies barely did last
and vanished in a gingerly snap
of fingers, which necessitated
sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed
up while myself or the other
driver stole a short nap
seduced to sleep by syncopated tires
as highway miles passed
inching closer to youngest sister
via this linear transcontinental lap
destination Seattle Washington
indigenous iconic statue cast.
Ronald Strickland a fine companion
(posted bulletin for traveling fine companion
at Hostelling International - Chamounix Falls Mansion
West Fairmount Park),
and boone story teller to boot
about my age (now five decades plus nine)
then trying to rake in some loot
by writing about his travels,
yet unpretentious and not able
to square an Apple pi circle
nor, calculate square a root
perhaps one day, I will surprise him
with a call and give him a toot.
easy access and proliferation of firearms,
now begs a serious hard question
presenting daunting task,
quite aware that passionate
stalwart supporters of the NRA,
embrace weaponry likened
to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask
(particularly in light of violent mass killings)
immediately forces people
of all stripes comprising this nation ask
quite aware of diametrically,
jarringly, and politically
doggedly entrenched fierce position
each polarized stance challenges,
especially when pitted
against die hard proponents
of the Second Amendment,
who would sooner burn to ash,
and/or adopt a siege mentality
glowering akin to red hot metal
regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash,
than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel)
prized, coveted, and cherished cache
amassed collection of firearms
permissible in accordance
with (literal interpretation
of Second Amendment
of the United States Constitution)
to mean no deterrent preclude
(birth right to equip bare arms),
deprivation against amassing a stockpile,
would trigger an immediate saber flash
and instantaneously, another Civil War, would
(with gnash of clenched jaws violently
opposing manumission
to release obedient snap, crackle
pop in je nais sais quois booty), the provocation
rendering revision, sans sacred covenant
would sting whip lash
snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile
divisive national issue
with cool collected talking heads,
cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy
be loved American style,
that indomitable fighting
esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial
though this skeptical and devout atheist,
would welcome being proved wrong
generating the better angels to render obsolete strong
arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song
witnessing unbelievable savoir faire
(forcing me to retract pessimism
and willingly swallow my pride), minus long
time overdue, and negotiation
celebrated with tolling from a gong.
"The Book According to St Lovejoy 1:3 (Part 1)"
1. 3’s the Number so here we’ll commence
I’ll start moving while the non-believers
sit on their fence
A very little known Chapter, part of a
most significant Book
all the stories are written with 3 in mind
Locked in a cupboard
that’s gone missing
the big split in the spine
indicates it’s unique in it’s position
lost in fractured time
with stories spilling out between the many pages
hidden under a stockpile of
thick dust somewhere
won’t be missed in antiquity, nowhere
but has travelled so far
through canals its words cerebral
all swimming down a tight viscous
river of blood tar
out to that Sea, the Ocean
Life
perpetuating life another chapter arrives
into the world screaming,
it breathes
in this Book there are always 3
for reading, not pleasure, somehow the
chapters have all gone missing from
the Family Tree.
2. Another Peter became Simon
fished the Sea for his mother
he had a story in his chapters
that required slow
then swift delivery defied
the story of bittersweet childhood all
bottled up with a note, he threw into her ocean
but she’d already stepped onto the boat
down the Styx River
to meet God the Father,
Son and Holy Ghost.
Or so she thought.
Two fathers missing, two mothers host
but 3 is the number that will impresses
us the most
An unread story,
stolen delivery the Peter-Simon Creed
Nicene said before sleep to transport him away,
the other the piano self-taught
played his own keys
sang all the pain away
both abused not believed
seekers of retribution
now lost off course by several degrees
drowning in misery
one was down on his knees
LUX VITAE he said, this is my shield
he walks through the Light,
the Light is his Guide you see
the other looks for release
past his muster time, walks round and round
the sharp corners of his mind,
a small locked room
lying there supine
next to the sea,
he edits his story vigorously
before he signs his contract
by Her Majesty’s Final Decree.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
The The - "Soul Mining"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkzwnBqjRYg
this paean to the place name sans title of poem actually mooch oh years decades? ago, when my youngest sister began her decades long residence along the Pacific Northwest.
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county seat, of Mason County, Washington, United States
westernmost city on Puget Sound above ground sans tectonic plates
population 9,834 per 2010 census end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government drafted by mandates.
Shelton served by small steamboats comprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet
Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton, Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson
logging, farming, dairying, ranching & oyster cultivation for populace to eat
Simpson Timber Company mill on Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon
dominates landscape of the downtown area as essential heart beat
Shelton identifies the "Christmas Tree Capital" sold by the ton.
47°12'49?N 123°6'22?W (47.213702, -123.106088)
coordinates bench mark
total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2),
of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land
0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%) water laps
with an occasional errant shark
in a pinch captured, processed and canned
a delicacy that fin de siecle bony illegal booty
fined by the oceanic narc.
well nigh two decades in the past
this poet trekked across America beginning in a place called gap
pennsylvania - where stockpile of Amish goodies barely did last
and vanished in a gingerly snap
of fingers, which necessitated sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed
up while myself or the other driver stole a short nap
seduced to sleep by syncopated tires as highway miles passed
inching closer to youngest sister via this linear transcontinental lap
destination Seattle Washington indigenous iconic statue cast.
Ronald Strickland a fine companion and boone story teller to boot
about my age (five decades plus two) then trying to rake in some loot
by writing about his travels, yet unpretentious and no square at root
perhaps one day, I will surprise him with a call and give him a toot.
VERSE 1:
Hey Jane Doe, native of the Phyle;
You've charmed me by your high heel.
I'm your John Doe of Treasure Isle;
Wearing sherryvallies and argyll.
I'm easily offering you a pretty dial,
'cause it so clear you not hostile.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
VERSE 2:
I'm ready to walk you on the aisle,
If you could place me on trial.
Our rite vow would be fertile,
Where there would be no guile.
I'll give you a feel so tactile,
And I'll be the happiness you'll stockpile.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
VERSE 3:
As much as I have to keep a high profile,
Hello, your heart won't be riled.
Just as I'll feed on your love so mild,
Believe everything's fairly piled.
Yeah, I'm patient but wild,
And I love your style.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people:
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruninghooks:
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more.
Isa 2:4
Trigger foolhardy Second Amendment rebels,
didn’t the pyramid spoilers free speech tell you:
Ain’t no guns permitted in the kingdom of heaven
No bang bang sound of violence will be heard
in the unwalled saintly places
There ain’t gon be no blood splatter seen
on the halo glow angelic faces
It seems the trigger pull allure
is dragging leadbelly, heavy metalheads
to the wavy, bottomless deep
Such a hot, smoking barrel shame —
Bullet refuge don’t Resurrection keep
It’s semi-automatic unwise to trust in trigger safety
Hell bells are ricochet ringing in
the Year of the Zombie Revolver Chambermaids
Unlearnt violators got bait-and-switch gender played
And the idol intoxicating sidearm delusion
is double-pump action misfire wrong
Let the Kevlar armor weak say: “I am strong”
Ain’t no bang bang sound of violence
is ever again gonna be heard
I’m just a meek, born-again eternal optimist ...
who faithfully believe in God’s Word
So go on and secretly stockpile,
if they coin folly care Second Amendment dare
Them gun-toting, war paint rebels
ain’t gon wailing like that melting sight
of brimstone flashes in the cold, darkening air
In the valley of decision,
trigger-happy steel-minded zealots
ain’t gonna give up their ungodly right to bear arms ...
Tho’ a few bleating souls
do chariots of fire spoiler alert tell it
The weak of faith will always trigger say,
Salvation gotta be gun-blazing their way
Even if granted mercy access to the most holy firmament,
they will still trigger choose to remain devil rebel hellbent
Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they searched.
All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch.
He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels.
"Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels."
The little ones listened and went to the barnyard.
Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard.
Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile.
Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time.
Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate.
All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape.
Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive.
They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive.
How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save?
Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave?
Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts?
Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift.
Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct.
Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.
Q.
how will Israel
“calm the territory?”
A.
with imprisonment &
torture behind the walls,
like they killed Arafat Jaradat.
and we can watch the soldiers get up in the
face of the young boys throwing
rocks,
as if these rocks would penetrate their
flak vests, as if these rocks wouldn’t
bounce off their tanks
as they plow over the remaining Palestinian
homes, to make way for more
illegal settlements
being built relentlessly by those
who long for the day that every last
Palestinian has left the West Bank & Gaza forever,
or died at the end of the Israeli soldier’s
barrel.
watch the american media portray every rock
thrown buy a Palestinian,
as if it wasn’t provoked by the
overwhelming militarized hyperpower that is
the Israeli government’s
war machine,
as if this little brother of america
had anything at all to fear,
with its stockpile of nukes,
waiting with a finger on the trigger
to unleash a firestorm on
Iran,
using the new “tension” in the West Bank as an
excuse.
the coming nuclear destruction,
the knocking of that first domino down,
to set the whole region ablaze,
this is the way that Israel will
calm the territory &
this is the way that president hope & change
will bend over the table
so that maniacal maniacal Netanyahu
can enlist the american support
to fight yet another war that we need not
fight, to destroy another land that we need not
destroy, to shake out those last coins from
our coffer at home,
so as to make the whole empire flat broke &
pave the way for China to
pick us up when we fall.
birth, creation, dark, death, earth, history, metaphor
OUTSIDE-IN---INSIDE OUT! © TANKA
Very green flushed carpets
Sky blue azure topped ceilings
Tree branched sofa chairs
Mirror sea rippling four walls
Windows and doors shut!
REBIRTH! © TANKA
Infant birthing new
Into mankind-likened modes
Start fresh from homed sights
Cultured to suckle blind
On natures ‘tested’ recollected notes
Left ‘one on one’ in thought sense!
Earth’s Time Shares © TANKA
Earth imploding ‘noted’
Fished from science scales to date
Attention everyone
Demise for man’s brutal act
Shrinks to pin-head size!
MARKED SPACES! © TANKA
Caterwauling winds
Float the once settled landfills
Forming 'blocks' of sand
Balanced on set place-mats
Dwindle down to nothings.
A LITTLE SALT PLEASE! © TANKA
Salt beds remain ‘still’
Air-dried salt mines reap
Sea tides, air-dried onto land
Leave the needed salt shares
Flavour 'salted' dressings over time
Enhance life’s food plate!
FORMIDABLE THOUGHT! © TANKA
Too many thoughts stockpile
Hanging words staged 'left'
Rehashed until spent
Sending 'mood-eating’ topics
To announce ‘inner’ moon ‘tides’!
work
SHARED AIMS! © TANKA
Unity bids man
Into work managed mindsets
Oiling the forces ‘toil’
Producing metal and brawn
Empires bleed open!
SET STRIDES © TANKA
Brain building 'strides' learnt
Leg and body builds in time
All in a heady breath count
Balanced events mate
Affecting lifespan!