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The Map
Hence, reacting to tyrannical rule in 1776,
Delegates from the thirteen colonies met in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
To declare independence from Great Britain.
Eleven years later, the ratification process of the
American Constitution began, and it was ratified
On June 21, 1788, thereby creating the framework
For the formation of the “Republic of the United States.”
With a government for the people, by the people,
In three branches—legislative, executive, and judicial—
With checks, balances, and cooperation
Ensuring constitutional interpretation.
Governed by two congressional bodies and a president,
Elected by state and electoral college systems,
And an appointed Supreme Court of nine justices,
“Equal Justice Under Law“ is approved by the U.S. Congress.
Between two oceans, east and west (the Atlantic and Pacific),
And between two countries, north and south (Canada and Mexico),
The map today displays a compression of forty-eight states
And two non-contiguous states, a federal district, and many territories;
E Pluribus Unum, is the American nation of race and heritage,
Ethnicity, and diversity of its citizens who stand to recite
The Pledge of Allegiance while the Stars and Stripes wave in the air
Over the land as the eagle soars, signifying strength and freedom.
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Note:
E Pluribus Unum: Out of many, one (traditional motto of U.S.A. since 1782). The official motto is “In God We Trust,” which was adopted in 1956.
Tiger’s contrasts are seen in her stripes
kind and intimidating, turbulent and calm,
charming yet frightening when frightened
Her yin energy promotes her female side.
She is charismatic, well-liked, often spoiled
By her followers, who become minions by choice
Overindulged? Oh yes, not her fault really.
Spoiled? Dare I say that? I give her a glance
Try to discern her emotions of the moment.
She can be turbulent and change moods in seconds.
Impulsive when tired, making decisions in error.
Naturally majestic, but unpredictable, a quick-change artist.
Tiger will not back down, can become aggressive when threatened
A carnivore, she will want to see your throat occasionally.
Be brave, dear one, her charisma persuades you to show her.
Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach*
Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush
Injects me with lovely imaginings
Purrballs scooping milk with ridgy cupped tongues
I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade on sun
Pallet paradise by the pier, free rent
Fat foot kids trample, rudimentary rods
Raised to find fish among pungent mangroves
The label I hide on my wine bottle*
Some ask can they come into my cubby
I wander off, tell them sure, it's all yours
Kids are too big, - I like them less than cats
They told me of the psycho cat's demise*
Psychotic in my absence, poor purrballs
A busy home befitted me, writhing
With action, scratching, litters, loud implores
Wrapped leg tailed affection restored meaning
Virus had no impact, purr friend Kingdom
Council had no business disrupting us
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine*
Let me sit again amongst my purrballs
Families leave with their buckets fishless
Within woody walls, water tint glass green
I lay blanketed by fish fattened cats
Piled purposefully, though haphazardly
On rocking vessel built of curved pallets
Bobbing on mangrove mazes burgeoning
With seafood delights no can can contain
Vino voyages bring my purrballs back
6th September
Collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
I own only a phone, with no font change
capacity, may edit to bold if I get to a PC.
* end of lines marks the prompts given.
DREAMSCAPE
jailbird l l l l bars l l l l l horizontal
free
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flying
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stairs
angel fish escape
t a i l s fluid in space
black and white stripes
dream
on hardboard bunks
open bars release drinks
aquarium fish float
on top
of their self-built boat
awakened by r e a l i t y
the constant clang clang clang
eyes fight to open
blackbird nightmares hover
a white dove weeps
7/28/2017
I want to ride a zebra
and race the rays of radiance
through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -
a folly wild - a mood untamed
elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked champagne...
yes! elevate sedate heart rate
I WANT to ride a zebra
stripes yin yang oasis sweet and
whimsy rules a drumroll beat as
gallop sways euphoric roughness
crossing plains of dreamy lushness -
steed’s exotic tender toughness
pacing thrills in state of luscious...
yes! animate to sate my wait
I want to RIDE a zebra
savanna grass a grand expanse
a lion’s roar - hyena's rant
amuse myself with peril’s speed
adventure sows romantic’s seed... so
gestate date with fancy’s fate
YES! I want to ride a Z E B R A !
Colorful or Chimera Words - UPDATE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 2nd
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Diversity brings excitement to life, the saying goes…
Hence, diverse colors on earth our nature bestows…
Amid sunrises and sunsets when the sky is clear,
Brilliant yellow, orange and red colors do appear.
As and when sunlight strikes the droplets of rain,
Magical arcs of colors take shape again and again.
Flowers and fruits of different plants and trees,
With their various colors, our eyes they please.
With their vivid colors, birds of different feather,
When seen flying together, enchant us altogether.
On their bodies with stripes, spots and patches,
Animals do feast us in forests, moving in batches.
It’s wonder to see people of different complexions,
Living together on earth, maintaining affections.
With its infinite shades, this planet of ours
Always tries to drench us in colorful showers.
author's note: We don't have covered bridges in Texas. I can still remember seeing my first one while living and working in Indiana. I was awestruck, in love with the nostagia associated with these historic structure.
It arches like memory~
wood darkened by rain,
each plank carrying
some half-forgotten syllable
from a century
that didn’t hurry.
Step inside
and the air changes.
Light slips through the slats
in uneven stripes,
and your footsteps answer back
as though the bridge
has been waiting
to hear them again.
Outside, the river keeps moving,
unimpressed by nostalgia.
But within the span,
something lingers~
a quiet craft,
a kind of shelter
that feels borrowed
from another life.
Every covered bridge
is a held breath,
a pause between
where you were
and where you think
you’re going~
a place where history
doesn’t mind
being crossed slowly.
Jesus Jesus Valentine
The way You walked upon this earth
and saved this life of mine.
I will worship You forever
Jesus Jesus. Valentine.
Thank You for the blessings sent
like sunshine from above.
Thank You for what all it meant.
Wrapped in wings of love.
Thank You for the sin You bore
with stripes though they were mine.
Thank You for the crown You wore
Jesus Jesus. Valentine.
Thank You Lord for lifting me
above my sin and shame.
Thank You Jesus. Valentine
for You have called my name.
The blood You spilled upon the cross
to save a soul like mine.
I will worship You forever
Jesus Jesus. Valentine
Edwin C Hofert
Stripes as a kitten was all over the face –prancing, dancing, in my face.
We loved to watch him jump, hop, and dance all over the place.
He loved to spot a sneaky fast mouse, and give it a hero’s chase.
Stripes’ energy was well-known; running flat out was his pace.
He gets more excited every time I come, my mother-in-law said.
She tried to corral him, give him catnip treats, get him on the bed.
Stripes would have none of that, he was holding a rabbit, dead.
Of course the rabbit had already lost his chewed off head.
Does he ever slow down? The neighbors asked as he went twirling by.
Stripes was always in motion, a curly que whirly twirly tomcat of a guy.
The neighborhood felines meowed at him and fluttered their feline eyes.
He had litters from the west edge of the Valley way past Van Nuys.
Hopelessness had silenced us,
For we got weary of the road we are heading,
It is dark it is dim,
As if no one is leading us nowhere,
But among the weary someone stood,
Someone fought, some start shouting,
Let our voices be heard,
Let our votes be our voices,
And the wind has changed,
The stars redeemed its glow,
Those broad stripes reclaimed its range,
The Star - Spangled Banner waves in pride,
We withstand the dark,
Now unified we arise at the dawn,
Our time is here,
Our time is now,
We are land of the free
and home of the brave,
And no matter what,
our flag will keep standing tall,