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My Backyard Playground....Mt. Lassen Peak
Our playground is a mountain steep
Come climb with me to Lassen's Peak!
It guards our valley, rust and green
Like roughing it? A camper's dream!
Or take a picnic for the day
Such beauty takes your breath away
With lakes and streams and meadowland
Boiling mudpots, volcanic thrills
And sulpher springs to take a bath
With fish and game and hiking trails
In summer take your fishing poles
Or ski the slopes when winter calls
One hundred years, since last it blew
Prepare to run....'cause it ain't through!!!
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Inspired by Brian's contest "SONNET ME"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassen_Peak
They came in by the thousands and landed
on the gleaning grassland...
to take a bath in the spring rain so scented,
and they don't seem, the least, bothered;
by the raindrops falling at a regular interval,
uncompromising and felicitous, as if that
is sufficient for their thirst...
their instinct was a distant call!
These transient birds with colorful plumage,
bath in puddles not so deep;
by the the green ridge, I watch them indulge
in their frantic behavior as they seep
the pounding rain like a desert traveler
who has run out of drinking water!
The wheezeeing bees
twirl in an attempt to surround them,
but they chase them away with grim...
as they flap their wet wings;
not far off, in the pine grove with fallen logs,
shrikes are encircled by wild dogs
that crave tender and delicious meat...
a pursue ending in defeat!
They are gone to northern fertile lands...
sunnier and greener than this ranch;
where they can easily find their food
without having to worry and search...
a kind of haven to last three seasons!
HOMETOWN
Our children, our families, our cities,
A shining reflection of our respect.
We are doing our best, while some
giant companies
Do their utmost to ruin the world.
With brazen and inhumane recklessness.
In turn, we the people, are blamed for
its ruination.
Of this great and shining nation.
They take away paper bags,plastic
straws , hot dogs, what's next?
Styrofoam is my guess!
Then sell you carcinogenic products
by the galore by the score.
It's you, they blame for the rotten
environment.
They get faux scientists, to prove
you are evil!
Whilst selling you poisons to use
at home, most dangerous and despicable.
We hue and cry over the scourge
of cancer!
Refusing to listen or learn what
Carcinogenic products we use each day
That brings deathly cancer our way.
We dance along this yellow brick road
A most dangerous highway.
We poison our lawns ever so merrily.
Then send our beloved dogs outside to roll
in poisoned grass in glory!
Are you totally mad?
I suggest, if you believe it's so safe,
Take a bath when the moon is up.
You yourself, roll naked in the
lymphoma producing grass..
Completely, bare _ssed!
The world is not ending, is someone a
seer?
Perhaps, they had too much beer, or most
likely a political hack.
To frighten your soul, to rip a vote
from your guileless back?
To pit the world against against each
another,
To fill our hearts with worry and fear.
Tell them "No more"!
Do what you can wherever you live.
Look deep into your own soul, love
your fellow man!
6/25/2024
To build a house out in the wood?
We had the feeling that we could,
But one thing’s clear, we understood
It’s water first, or all in vain.
We hired a crew to drill a well;
They gave it what they had.
But when they left, the hole was dry;
Our eyes were wet and sad.
And even though we had no luck,
Were in an awful plight,
Before they loaded up the truck,
We had a check to write.
Three hundred feet and not a drop;
With no more pipe, they had to stop.
It’s fair to say it was a flop,
And no way yet to take a bath.
We went back down into that hole
And there we went for broke.
For seven hundred feet, we drilled;
I kid you not, no joke!
At last, we hit a pocket but
It mostly was the dregs.
The water, full of calcium;
It smelled like rotten eggs.
Seems halfway down to Middle Earth
And spending down on one’s net worth
And still we ended with a dearth
Of water for a nice warm bath.
So I devised another plan:
Collecting off the roof.
There was a certain risk in this,
’Twas far from weatherproof.
And so we bought some great big tanks
For downpours, when they come.
And strainers, screens, and UV lights
To filter out the scum.
I had a certain fear, you see;
You might call it anxiety
That it might rain enough for me
Despite my having done the math.
The clouds blew in, the water fell,
It landed on the roof.
I figured it would work this way,
But now I had my proof.
The gutters then directed it
To those collection tanks
And as I saw the levels rise,
I raised a voice in thanks.
So now the Lord has set us free;
His grace pours out; it washes me.
I’m rinsed with joy; I splash in glee,
And everything is right as rain.
When I see my day in chunks of fifteen minutes
It’s impossible to feel overwhelmed
I feel blessed with newfound freedom
Take a bath
Read a few pages
Walk to the corner of the street
Take in a few sunrays
Stop and listen to a bird chant
Take a photo or two of an awesome bloom
Appreciate the cloud up in the sky
Marvel at the ant’s herculean feat at my feet
Give a quick call to my mom
Take a few deep breaths outdoors
Sketch the graceful lines of an orchid
Count the raindrops as they hit my window
Dance to a favorite song
Call a friend
Hug my lover
When I see my day in chunks of fifteen minutes
It’s impossible to feel overwhelmed
And I feel blessed
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Going home Billy got stung by a bee, " It hurts too much! "
His mom checked out his little hand full of sticky sugar,
but she didn't see anything on his skin soft and fair,
" You are okay! " She consoled him with a touch.
Getting close to home he saw a moaning man in his thirty;
he had uncombed hair, a long beard and thick red eyebrows,
" Mom, look the hungry rabbi is asking for money! "
He pointed out to that man with a grime-smeared face.
" No, Billy he's a poor guy with a dog to keep his safe! "
" Mom, he's wearing a dirty coat and hat! He's too ugly! "
And breaking away from her, he ran into the school cop;
" Where are you going, pal? Where's your mom, Billy? "
He pulled him to the curb, sipping from his coffee cup.
" The rabbi's clothes stink, he needs to take a bath! " He cried out.
" I see no rabbi sitting on the side walk, he's a beggar, kid! "
Thank God, he is! Can I give him some money to buy bread? "
The tall policeman nodded and Billy ran to give his money and heart.
“ ... the bee collects nectar and departs without
injuring the flower, or its color or fragrance .... "
Quote from _ Quotefancy
I am a bee and my life is an eternal struggle
each day I need nectar and pollen to survive
I also need water- but I have found a haven
a bee friendly city garden created with love
oh, I don't mind sharing it with butterflies
and hummingbirds, I know they need food too !
I have watched the young women planting
she is so calm and tranquil and knows
exactly what I like. How did she know that
I cannot see red, but love purple and yellow
and I don't mind blue and white, but no red !
She has created a sweet garden of delight
with purple coneflowers, black eyed susan
sunflowers, daisies, lupines, zinnias, phlox
yarrow, asters and even herbs that I love
like rosemary, oregano, basil and chives,
of course, in reality I do not know their names !
One day, I made a mistake and flew inside
an open door, I was in a daze and was buzzing
but she did not hurt me but cupped her hands
and carried me back outside and placed me
gently on a purple coneflower, that was nice !
She even considered that we need to drink
and has given us a bird bath of clean water
well, I have to share it with the butterflies
and birds, ever seen a hummingbird take a bath !
Oh, I love my wildflower haven . . .
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May 27, 2022
Poetry/Personification/The Bee Haven
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1459-026-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bee Creative
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 07/1712022
self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle,
or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath
juiced whiling away
the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february
twenty second, nah scared to take a bath.
The Process (is a Process All Its Own)
eye up ply applies
to brain storming with zest to whit
barn storming across das plains of google
to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee
with smart poetic dip pose zit
tool loom hen ate interior darkness
where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido
otherwise known as perdition,
especially Native American
linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter
pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine,
The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win
Pork Pie Hat predicated on FengShui yang and yin
force fields property aligned creates A Special Place
predominantly filled with A Dark Matter
only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark
and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories
helpful to down with a chaser
viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories
Ideally red (red) in The Night Room,
where an unsuspected parvenu
absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl
housing Magic Terror, but interestingly
one must ask - Isn't It Romantic?
Via the perspective Looking Back
feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or
and Mrs. God innocent looking people
yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club
burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose
fragrance or melancholy Ghosts
resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon
invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation
Where spirits flit to and fro
throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors
and games without frontiers
this...a millennial Mystery
unlike the generic Ghost Story,
the main anti protagonist and/or
pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko
who calls The Juniper Tree home
especially eerie Under Venus
provoking Wild Animals
to run berserk at lightspeed
en masse Black Sabbath
bestirs cries and whispers
proto, pseudo psychedelic
quint essence ova thermocouple
holo graphic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland
explicit formula generating happy interacial Marriages
nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe
especially, If You Could See Me Now!
In the beginning
All I ever wanted to do is talk it over
But constantly getting the cold shoulder
Causes cold hopes
You made me feel like nothing inside
And egg with no yoke
You can't be mad forever
Eventually it'll all come spilling out
I just wanted to talk
But now we've embarked on 4 month drought
You'll forgive me and I'll be long gone
Don't have Motley message me
And don't go callin John
You'll be back
You'll be back
Me and John are calling that
I'll be filling up people's prescriptions
And you'll still be making Big Macs
What are you forgiving me for anyway
For getting to know you and taking the chance
While you spill your insecurities out about your eyes and tight pants
Are you forgiving me for making think outside the box and laugh
You telling me they was taking forever to remodel your bathroom
And you had to go over your sisters house and take a bath
Was i perfect...no
But that doesn't justify the petty lies
Do you know how many times I blamed myself
Do you know how many times i curled up and cried
I never said I ddnt care about you
But I realized that I have to move on and accept the end
I just wanna talk to carry on
At this point I don't wanna be your friend
I just wanna be cordial and have nothing to do with you
Searching for forgiveness
You act this is an episode of Blue Clues
And I'm tired of searching for the clues of the real you
I rather search for Steve and Magenta
It's just started off as a big misunderstanding
Now 4 months later we have a dilemma
I'm tired of guessing
And hurting
Since I can't talk to you
My tears have to be my spokesperson
Tears talk to
But you might not like what they have to say
Cause they'll be talking about you
Don't come back
Don't come back
My heart you broke that
And in the beginning all I wanted to do is chat
You kicked me outta your life
Left me looking dumb at the door mat
You would snarl at me when I was ringing the bell and knocking
So just walking away was kinda my only option
BevelynKaye said you need some coal in your stocking
Pieces of my broken heart I got stuck sweeping and moppin
From this situation I've cried, I've tried; heart died, matured, grew
When I'm gone I know for sure you'll miss me
Picking on me
Will I miss you...
But the real question is
Should I forgive you
Give a child life at birth
Make it a C section or natural
Feed them warm mammary milk
Give them two parents when possible
Cloth them in cotton and wool
Give them a bath because children stink
Teach them to think and about soap and water
Take them to the doctors when they are ill
Take children on long walks
Speak gently when you talk
Read two books to them at bedtime
Pray and eat every meal together
Cultivate good behavior by example
Instruct them to work hard and play harder
Give them candy after age thirty two
Answer all their questions with truth
Answer sex questions commensurate with their age
Give books filled with knowledge as gifts
Educate them first at home
Teach them fishing, sports and especially golf
Teach children about love
Drop them off at school and a place of worship
Assign two body guards at all times
Drop them but never on their heads
Slap them if they get fresh
Slap them twice if liberals are present
Send children to self defense classes
Kiss them on the forehead and cheek
Say I love you one hundred times a week
Buy them a toy car or real one if you have the money
Leave them to their own devices when they turn ninety
Conjure up hundreds of questions (Children are smarter than you think)
Advise them to live their own lives
Remind them they only live twice
(God will understand your answers)
Remind them frequently to sing and dance
Remind them to take a bath
*The road to success is always under construction.
Avoid destruction. Children need structure and instruction. Always love them.
Children are like plants. Give them plenty of water. Leave them alone to grow in the light.