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T’was a strange and spooky sight to see,
All that smoke risin’ above the trees,
And the tale some told made the heart jump,
“Rabbit’s cookin’ cabbage in the swamp”.
The smoke floatin’ o’er that muddy den,
From a moonshiner well known as sin,
His young’uns and kin stoked up the still,
Sold it as sure fire cure for all ills.
T’was a custom in that lowland swamp,
Long time-honored circumstance and pomp,
For a country hoe down in the barn,
Where yelling’ could start a fire alarm.
Gi’tar, Fiddle, Banjo, mandolin,
Jammin’ and singin’ with big ole grins,
Y’all come and eat some real redneck stew,
Dance bare foot but skip that cabbage brew.
Rabbit was cookin’ up his special brew,
Cause steam was arisin’ to the blue,
Git your madam and those dancin’ clogs,
Go stompin’ at mudtail’s wetland ball.
Colorize The Classics
In 'Sound of Music', a time-honored film,
Maria, postulant from Abby near,
was hired, by a Captain widower,
as governess for seven children home.
The children then bereft and motherless
and governed by time-saving frenzied rules
which father, Georg von Trapp strictly enforced,
were placed into Maria's gentle hands;
Her service to the Lord made her a saint,
and with her gentleness, she shaped their lives.
Through love of music, led them with their songs
with joy for life that they had never known.
They fell in love with her, and soon her world
had opened up another way to serve.
In love and bonded with them and their dad,
she came to follow a new road in life.
As loving wife and mother, she gave self
upon another path of faithfulness.
She served the Lord and life, together with
the rescue of a family once lost.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Colorize The Classics
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 10/25/2016
Whoop, whoop I'm in love with love
It's the only thing that really matters
Everything else goes on totally unabated
And can leave our minds in tatters
But uttering the word love to people
Most times they'll melt and blubber
They get flustered and turn a crimson red
Flounder like a ship with no rudder
It's a basic instinct with all living things
We think that we're superior
It's the common bond that unites us all
There's no real motive ulterior
The propagation of the whole human race
Is the basic reason for love
But it's evolved as more in us *****sapiens
As a time-honored act from above
Run headlong into it, your life
for this time belongs only to you..
today may be the day your hurting soul says 'let me go'
while another voice says 'please hold'.
and I hope you do..
Others may disagree,
pay no heed, they can't afford to lose
not again,
leave them for the living..
someone's out there rooting for you
that's a certainty
tho' so easy to take and stop giving.
Fate may play aces over eights on you anyway
you say let it, come what may..
believe in yourself, as I believe in you.
You gotta catch the 8:30 train to WTC One?
a lesson in a time honored vow.
Some other's sick and twisted dream won that day..
hope only peace reigns there now.
Love Conquers All – by L Milton Hankins
"If asked to repeat a time-honored passage
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All,”
For, whatever the situation, it is the message
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage,
I'd pass this adage in my far-advanced age:
“Love Conquers All,” sends a clarion call,
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All!”"
'Love Conquers All' embodies in lyrical intonation
the ethos of L Milton Hankins,
exquisitely crafted in the difficult Triolet form,
a form in which he excelled.
The essence of the theme he championed
used to get reflected in his interactions with
and in his comments on the poems
of the fellow poets at PoetrySoup,
encouraging them with suggestions
to become poets of worth,
thus conquering the hearts of so many PS poets
by his caring and appreciative attitude.
For me, this poem embodies the message
he has been so keen to transmit
as the 'time-honored' 'clarion call'.
The spirit of the poem aptly reveals
the sentiments of many like me,
traversing the twilight zone of 'far-advanced age'.
25 Sept 2019 10:30 AM
The trees are all drowsy and preparing for their rest
The summer follage has grown old as forrest creatures prepare their winters nest
Soon the colors will fade into the ground
And winter will lay its snowy blanket down
The north wind will come to purify the air
Clearing the dust and pollen leaving a crispness everywhere
Soon will come time honored blessed celebrations
Gathering of loved ones of every tongue and nation
Spring was fresh and wonderous
Summer a busy rushing fuss
Now Fall is slowing life to a somber stroll
As time awaits its eternal toll
Winter will be as in times of old
A moment of cleansing slumbering cold
Then a new spring will burst forth that never ends
Filled with discoverey and reunion of new freinds
Strange Cat Watching Me
A cat sits on the edge of a bed
Watching me watching him
Both of us thinking
What sort of strange creature this is
That has invaded our personal space
Upending our daily routines
The cat came up to me
Staring at me
with his soulful eyes
Boring into my very soul
Looking for answers
To these dark fundamental questions
The cat smiles a mysterious smile
And purrs in contentment
Having found an answer of sorts
And indicates that we can be friends
As long as I know
That he is the boss of me
And I pet him
Acknowledging
the time honored
Ritual of human cat interaction
That dates
back to the dawn of time
When humans and cats
First became aware
Of the other
Strange creature
that shared
our planet
I don't digress, my search is true
Land that I love, where are you?
The freedoms that so richly rang
From every mountain top
I stretch my ear until I strain
Still I can hear them not.
The pledge we held so very dear
I hardly recognize
Our God who made all possible
We've grossly put aside.
In offense to the forefathers
Some even dare to change
That great time-honored document
The one that bears their names.
How long can we hope to stand
On a foundation grown corrupt
Indeed the blind now lead the blind
We're headed for a bitter cup.
And so I race to find a trace
Of that America
The one I knew and loved so well
When I was growing up
I'll not digress my search is true
Land that I love, where are you?
RETA PRUITT
September 15, 2016
Our Christmas plans are finalized…this year we will celebrate…
our Christmas not on Christmas…but December 28.
Our family has some Christmas traditions that when we blended together we created…
The first is we chose Christmas Eve as the day our Christmas would be celebrated.
The second is we order pizza…always Dominoes supplied…
(That’s what happens when for Christmas dinner you ask your children to decide!)
This would become our Christmas tradition…at least that’s what we believed…
We’d eat pizza, open presents and play games on Christmas Eve.
It was a tradition that worked for years…Christmas Eve was our Christmas Day…
until Ali got married, Ryan moved out…and Bryan moved away.
Suddenly our little blended family from all those years ago…
with jobs, friends, girlfriends and grandchildren…began to grow…and grow…and grow.
So our Christmas tradition had to change…this we happily concede…
and now we celebrate our Christmas on a date that all our schedules have agreed.
Oh we still order pizza, open gifts, play some games (and now call Bryan) on the new date we arrange…
because some traditions are just too beautiful…too time-honored to ever change.
But that doesn’t mean in future Christmases…there might come a time when…
do to circumstances beyond our control…we alter our tradition again.
For we have found it’s not the tradition itself that’s important…how this is but a myth…
what makes a tradition special is who we spend that tradition with.
So this year we will follow our old Christmas traditions on the new date December 28th
adhering as close as we can to those first traditions we created…
but we’ll also be ready next year…if our traditions need updated.
there is an end
repetitive engaged
newer orders
where we come from
is where nothing returns
the service of birth
to not come home
on foreign soil
only to war
only for war was i thought of
this one will not win
this strategy of me
a world
they enjoy and toy with me you will
toil till death does its part with you
you tend to my munitions
i confer and advance
you engaged me
and again i gain ground
no fence?
know fence
no place
mine
handless land, crawling
time honored minute, non traditional
warfares itself upon the service
none shall attend
being built in a bottle
speak