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Beneath the city the river fishing is good.
I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as green moss
And the voices of old black dudes echoes to casts
“Damn motherer, you crossed my line!”
Splash.
To catch catfish on a wad of bread is a worthy fight.
It takes shoulder chest and wrist and it’s not just the fish
But the current of the Grand River pulling us over
That sucks us in like a Thanksgiving ladle
Into a whirlpool of brown gravy spilled on a dinner table.
The trouble with catfish is that they swallow the hook
Beyond the use of pliers
And when they’re too small
We cut the line
With a lack of guilt like Old Testament God
Throwing the creature back
Hoping for a miracle.
Logs are tipped over along the gooey shores
And upon them painted turtles sleep
Sunning like leprosy sores.
Even from down here in the cool mist umbrella from summer
We can see the smokestack vapor
Twisting overhead like a genie rubbed from its lamp
Thin at its head thick at its feet still stuck in its copper mother
Arms outstretched like a Christ-cloud spooking the sun.
There are other mysterious pipes
Lips rust red as strawberries
Bloomed from the banks dripping silver
While mouthing a lullaby
To the muck
Like a whore at the end of her exhausting shift.
A railroad bridge rattles to life
Swollen by the axles of its returning soul
A freight train pounding out the Blues
A rhythm meant for bass and drums
That part we don’t sing
But the swing that keeps our foot stomping
And in that noise
Software girls flutter about like orange ribbons
Untied from the hair of the downtown towers
Drifting along the river trails at lunch
Jogging in pony tails and pink shorty shorts
Fingertips stuck into their cotton ears
Ever on the lookout for us
The creeps.
The trick is to not make eye contact
I mean us with them
The fishermen the engineers the long forgotten wrenches
Screwing cranks turning knobs yanking hooks from helpless fish
Drilling the pylons through chemical gold
That holds up this magnificent city.
Eating my Lean Cuisine spaghetti fourth day in a row
Others may be wondering if it is all I have; I have other foods
Vegetables and fruits that are rotting;
I only buy them to impress the cashier
I am pretty sure she is wondering how I gained forty pounds in a year
Because my grocery cart is chalk full weekly of the healthy stuff
Radishes, lettuce, eggplant, kiwi, strawberries, blueberries.
I order my potato chips, cookies, and candy bars in bulk from Prime.
“Great job!” the cashier says, nodding her approval.
And she thought I could not handle living on my own!
“You forgot your car keys!” She says pleasantly as I reach the door.
“Thanks Mom”.
Wild meadows
beneath white peaks,
a jessamine perfume
enters the nostrils...
winds resume.
Sturdy men
hop on stallions,
wolves growl
as worried mothers
tend to their babies;
a tenebrous night
is about to fall...
way off is the dawn...
darkness covers all!
My land has no frontiers,
all stranded souls
are welcome to stay
for an evening away from dire,
they can warm-up
by the flickering campfire
and drink their whisky;
do they have bedtime tales
to tell the starry-eyed children?
They won't go to sleep as yet,
a hungry wolf has lept
and staring at them he lies down...
preferring warmth over raw food:
a single chick or a whole brood!
My village is one of the thousands
dispersed through this valley
of cotton fields, of strawberries,
of watermelons and of perfumed air;
everyone keeps an eye on each other.
An intruder is fended off with rifles,
may he resists, he'd be subdued...
unless their intentions are good.
A cowboy lost his life, his name was Willy,
and it makes other cowboys
suspicious of a shady stranger!
Silence lays shadows
over the Joshua trees,
the Madagascar palms
and the Burning Bushes;
it leaves the entire village intact...
forcing the midnight wind to go north;
happy are the desert roses
keeping their pink flowers,
they won't shed any petal on cracked rocks...
they'll guarantee wages in the farmer's wallet!
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit too surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four-man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end, you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
If you want to grow up big and strong,
Listen here, you won't go wrong.
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose all the colors from the rainbow.
We never get enough of green--
Here's the kinds of foods I mean:
Grapes, avocados, lettuce, cabbage, green beans, spinach,
lentils, kiwis, honeydew melons,peas, bell peppers...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose yellow from the rainbow.
bananas, lemons, golden apples, summer squash, butter, yellow peppers, ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose orange from the rainbow.
Cheeses, carrots, mangoes, cantaloups, apricots, peaches, pumpkins, oranges...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose red from the rainbow.
Strawberries, cherries, tomatoes, meats, raspberries,
grapes, watermelons, apples, plums,
red peppers, radishes, beets, ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose purple and blue from the rainbow.
Grapes, cabbage, plums, eggplant, blueberries, ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose brown from the rainbow.
Meat, potatoes, pears, coconuts, nuts, whole-grain breads ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose white from the rainbow.
Eggs, cheese, parsnips, fish, onions, milk, yogurt,
(chorus)
The greater the variety,
The healthier you'll always be.
Meat, eggs and dairies
grains, fruits, and veggies.
To wash them down there's nothing better
Than big glasses of water.
Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call
When you dare to take the first step forward
Everything feels so easy embracing such beauty
Mixing voices of nature talk deeply flowering
Thrown into the unknown life is truly magical
A universe inside feelings explode in one gift
The soul eclipsing delight warmed with sunshine rays
Like a virgin being on guard of the tiger claws, lions, bears and snakes
Only when your starlight kisses clouds evaporate
Time continues and the butterfly waltzes freely once more
Crossing paths in this journey new beginnings grow
Small wild strawberries threaded upon a stem beg to taste
Opening one gateway within thoughts
Setting sail into another world beyond
With you salt of the ocean waves rise and fall
Upon rocks kissing pillar of strength
A cool breeze says goodbye upon your cheek
Loving spices land this boat on paradise sands where gold sparkles warm beams
When we meet at Heaven's gate batting lashes close entering a doorway into a dream
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 05.09.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Your sweetness tasted like cherries
Your smell scented like fresh strawberries
Your words filly as ripened bananas
Your act sour like my lemon trees
Long ago i was your good cup of tea
Long ago you were a star in my universe
my forever lover to be......
Dear baby you left on that plane,
promised me you'll be back again,
but words were just words...
dreams written in a whole book of vain,
It took me so long to get over the heartache
It took me so long to get over the pain.
I can still remember the end of December,
Distant phone call confirmed wedding
bells in cloudy September,ringing
bells for for you and your bride to be.
I faked a smile,a lady in style,Congratulatons
across the ocean,across much more than a mile,
You came back full of regret,stating
i'm the one you couldn't forget,NO Bells
in September,it passed and gone,but
dear baby i found New dawn,i'm
very sorry i had to move on...
Please dear Baby stop crying,
hot tears brushed my cheeks long before,
Just leave me alone!stop the knocks
knock knocking on my wooden door,i met
Somebody Special who loves me much
more.Dear baby go play in your cradle,
Your mami needs a papi today
a papi who doesn't like rattles,
a papi who 's too old t play
Yesterday i was your good cup of tea
and you were all that mattared to me...
That was Yesterday,i live for today!
Yes, baby that was Yesterday,Now
i've met somebody who looks only my way....
i'm in love with him,he's in love with me,
and we are to marry in the month of May
(FICTION) Charma
Form:
SHE THOUGHT BETTER THAN TOSS THEM OUT
THEY WERE PRIZED FOR THERE PERFECT SIZE
SHE JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SHE HAD SO MANY FROM THE FIRST PICKING
ONLY IF SHE HAD MADE BETTER PLANS
ONLY IF SHE HAD THOUGHT IT THROUGH
THEN SUDDENLY SHE SAID " I KNOW WHAT TO DO"
I'LL INVITE ALL OF THE CUCUMBER LOVERS
OVER TO RELISH IN MY FABULOUS IDEA
I HAD BEEN SO TIRED OF SALADING
THAN I CAME UP WITH THIS CONCEPT
THE PEOPLE FAR AND NEAR SHALL LOVE ME
AND ALL WHO LOVE ME SHALL DRINK MY CUCUMBERS
SHE ROUNDED UP EVERYTHING SHE NEEDED
THE CUCUMBERS, THE GRAPES, THE APPLES
THE MINT, THE STRAWBERRIES,AND 5 CUPS OF LEMON JUICE
THIS SHALL BE AN
EXOTIC BLEND TO MAKE ALL THOSE
WHO SEEM PUZZLED LOVE MY
CUCUMBER
SHE HAD 100 CUCUMBERS: SHE SAVED ONE FOR HER
REASONS, BUT THESE 99 SHALL DELIGHT THE WORLD
OF CUCUMBER LOVERS, THEY SHALL FIND MY JUICES
DELICIOUS AND SATISFYING
SHE JUICED ALL THE FRUITS AND VEGETABLE
AND THEN SHE ADDED HER SPECIAL INGREDIENT GIN
SHE MADE TWO FIFTHS THE SECRET OF HER
DELIGHTFUL JUICE
THIS GIN AND ICE SHALL MAKE THESE CUCUMBER LOVERS LOVE ME AND
MY DELICIOUS JUICE.
WHEN THE PEOPLE CAME TO HER HOME TO TASTE HER CONCOCTION, THEY WERE PUZZLED
WHO WANTS TO DRINK CUCUMBERS THEY SAID.
SHE SAT THEM DOWN AND SERVED SALMAN BEEF AND PORK
WITH THESE DISHES, THE CUCUMBER WOULD
SHINE LIKE THE STAR SHE MADE IT INTO BEING.
THEY SIPPED, AND SIPPED UNTIL ONE GENTLEMEN ROSE TO SPEAK.
HE WAS SO DELIGHTED, HE ASKED HER TO COME TO HIS RETREAT AND MAKE HIS
CUCUMBERS TASTE AS GOOD AS THE ONES HE HAD JUST DRANK.
OF COURSE THE WOMAN AGREED.
AND EVERYONE WAS HAPPY
WITH THE CUCUMBERS THE WOMAN HAD MADE FOR THEM.
I could be an astronaut.
Or a doctor.
Or a box of strawberries at the store.
Molding away.
If there was such a thing as respect…
It would probably take a high paying job to earn it.
It’s a little too “out there” for me.
Hope, journeys, and respect.
Hope, journeys, and maybe respect.
If I were a carpenter.
Or at least a carpenter’s apprentice.
I would never cry again.
I could be very sad.
Or extremely sad.
I didn’t finish school.
But I’m too ordinary to be sad.
I could be a box of strawberries.
Molding and crying.
Maybe I am.
Even worse than that.
I could be, I could be…
On a hopeful journey.
To be respectable.
If I had a name tag, everyone would know me.
I had a job once.
It was some regular type of job.
They kicked me out two months ago.
They didn’t throw me in the trash.
I wish they threw me in the fly-infested trash can.
But they just threw me…
Away.
And I still didn’t go back to school.
In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought,
Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries,
Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song,
The greatest gift—a mystery shared on pages of life yet untrodden.
It is the whisper of the wind among ancient walnut trees, racing,
Word before the word, a promise made before being spoken,
A promise of time, preserved in a heavenly amphora,
A priceless present dissolving in hands, a crystal of counted fate.
Youth, a butterfly's flight in its first flutter,
Wings of light borrowed from the kiss of morning sun,
Treads yet shyly on untrodden paths,
With the unknown throbbing within, its sweet facade of the absolute.
A candle between two worlds, dusk and dawn in a single being,
The young heart sails through the veils of reality, a rope of scorching sand,
Life borrowed in rainbow chalices, sipping on the fly,
Each moment a gate to hanging gardens, green and blooming.
In the library of time, it stands proud, a book with pages yet unread,
Hiding in magic words the seeds of future undreamt stars,
The emptiness it brings is full of echoes and of coming shadows,
An orbit's music, an offering of beginning before the altar to be.
The gift of passing it assumes, in its violin song, in the mystery of the tossed night,
A horizon unfolded like a mantle on the shoulders of the spilling time,
Eternity received in installments, farce in the light of mornings barely painted,
Youth, a world-making in each of us, the chant of an existence unembittered.
Time imparts its traveling star aura, a gift from gift,
Each minute woven into the fabric of fate in the rich carpet of its destiny,
That holy fervor, scattering into tales, our ageless beginnings,
An advance from life, in its generous treasury, ever sprinkled with new charm.