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Construction has been going on
Right by my river walk,
Where workers dig and man machines
As seagulls swoop and squawk.
This morning, though, I came upon
An unexpected sight,
Unusual enough to fill me
With a strange delight.
For, clad in hard hats and in vests
Of safety neon-green,
Construction workers exercised,
A gym-class-like routine.
There must have been two dozen men,
The foreman in the lead,
All striking poses, looking
Pretty good, I must concede.
I watched them for a minute,
Then they broke to start their day,
Their early morning workout
Like a macho man ballet.
See the windows of our years open onto bolder days.
Hear the echo of melodious scores, carried away toward the horizon.
Feel unusual essences bring a newborn and soothing well-being.
Touch the cool emptiness of the breeze as it comes to fill the space.
See the world tip toward an uncertain future, heavy with worries.
Hear fury and turmoil erupt where gentle tolerance once reigned.
Feel such beautiful perfumes and understand there is always more to discover.
Touch with tenderness the skin of the loved one and feel emotions overflow.
See humanity become less and less human, and still search for the exception.
Hear the muffled, helpless cries of all those no longer heard.
Feel the strength of humus in freshly watered undergrowth.
Touch the roughness of the old oak, brush its mantle of lichen.
See nature transform, leaving the sensation of no longer recognizing it.
Hear the heavy, weighty silences that replace lost dialogues.
Feel the wild iodine of the foam wave crashing against a rock.
Touch the falling rain that comes to cleanse the ravages of our torments.
See how we move forward, often forgetting to reflect on our future destinies.
Hear the murmurs of hope still trying to find their way.
Feel in the distance that discreet bouquet of aromas offering the awaited signature.
Touch the damp earth and feel that it still keeps the memory of our steps.
Leave multiple imprints of notes over the passing days,
Offer an anchor point to the ephemeral to hold what crosses us,
And understand that our senses carry within them the memory of the world.
Joël Charvillat
Walking the coastline pathways
Cup of coffee in the local Café
Sitting, observing people as they passed
Checking on dress sense today
Shoes, where did they purchase them?
Spotted a homeless person
Shabbily dressed and looking unkempt
He appeared increasingly in the landscape
Popping up in unusual places, staring at others faces
Realised picnic area was his hideout
Sleeping bag, plastic bags, all neatly stacked
He lay asleep on the grass
Voices woke him from his slumber
Gave a glance, no words spoken
He walked the village streets
Locals giving him a wide berth
Clothing improving, including shoes on his feet
The gossip tree said, elderly people made him welcome
Winter set in, he lived in the cold of the picnic areas
Spoke of his life when sitting in our comfortable home
The conversation always finished with, such a shame
One cold winters evening, near Village shop
Aware of homeless person sitting nearby
Huddled, sheltering from the cold wind on a street corner
Decided to approach him, enough of wondering
Checked on what money I could offer him
When approaching, he stood as if frightened
Standing close enough to touch each other
The weariness on his face, in plain sight
Eyes met in silence, trying to understand what it was I wanted
Asked quite bluntly what and why
No answers forthcoming just a shake of his head
His eyes showed such torment, emotions surfacing
Never or ever again, such pain behind a gaze
Reached to place money in a tattered trouser pocket
A shake of his hand, done willingly
His grip was quite strong, as we exchanged this greeting
For an instant, a wry smile crossed his face
Realised that he was a young man
His face showed his daily survival
He spoke a thank you as goodbye was spoken
Walked away with his eyes following
The memories of meeting this homeless soul
Went on and on and even visited my dreams
Not seen since this meeting
Moved on, looking for somewhere else safe to stay
Positive thoughts of what he was doing
My imagination, what was life dealing him
Traveling in our boat we get to see a lot of
visual
things that are so exceptional.
This event was sensational.
The moon a color of red hung aerial.
It was reflecting a trail of red blood on the top
of the water which was theatrical.
I was ecstatical
we were covered in red out here on the water
for this historical
Evening. It was magical
as well as unusual.
The moon was photographical.
I knew these pictures would be phenomenal.
After a while the moon started climbing higher
in its orb as it did so it's color was going back
to its natural color of vanilla. It was fantastical.
It felt mythical.
Tonight's evening for me would become poetical
as well as conversational.
It seems appropriate that our children visited Michelangelo’s marble statue of David yesterday…(from the hotel where they’re staying…David was just a stone’s throw away.)
Everything the Israelites had…the philistines wanted to obtain…it’s a lot like what is happening today…With Russia and Ukraine.
But they fought their war a little differently back then…if we are to believe the scriptural writing…each side sent out their strongest warrior…and he would do the fighting.
The philistines sent out Goliath…the preeminent warmonger…confident that in all the world…there was no warrior stronger.
For 40 days Goliath taunted the Israelites…for he knew…and they knew he was much too strong…until a young boy with a sling and five stones…his name was David…came along.
The culmination of the story is certainly well known …David slew Goliath…brought him down with just one stone.
David was not supposed to win that battle…everyone, except David, was convinced…giving hope to every underdog whose faced a mightier opponent since.
Proving the amount of size and strength a person has…although an important part…is not as important as the size and strength of the courage in one’s heart.
My prayers are with you…the people of Ukraine…in the midst of a battle unlike any battle you have ever seen…as you…the modern day David…face off against the stronger Russian philistine.
As you come face-to-face with your giant… may the courage in your heart never stray…and just like David may you win your battle in an unusual and surprising way.
So one day when my children visit Ukraine…as I have no doubt they will do
they will seek out the landmarks of your great country…
and stand in awe in front of a marble stature
sculpted to look like you.
Walter Baedeker is a hypochondriac.
His doctor says his ills are psychosomatic.
Walter reciprocates by calling him a quack.
The patient is healthy, but stays in bed.
He thinks he is sick, but it’s all in his head.
In a short period of time, he expects to be dead.
Up pops the devil by the name of Cadwallader.
The devil wants to make a deal with Walter.
This is a very unusual offer.
Cadwallader wants to make Mr. Baedeker immortal.
Also, Walter can be indestructible.
The former hypochondriac will feel no pain.
He can even survive being run over by a train.
To cross the River Styx, he has to pay a toll.
Walter gets immortality in exchange for his soul.
The man can avoid death no matter what the cause.
However, his contract contains an escape clause.
Do you want to know where things will go?
Next time it’s on television, watch the show.
Based on the Twilight Zone episode “Escape Clause”
Oh, you ARE a beauty, that's sure
And are we really so different, you and I?
Miracles, exquisite, born from the forces of the Universe
Once, the quantum cosmic stuff of stars ...
Coursing with the energies of natural physics and dynamism
Dust, helium, hydrogen ... we were melded in the bellies of suns
But my existence, blessed with the spark of life, sentient
The ability to cognate and discern and ponder
To appreciate with eyes and spirit, all that is wonder and art
But perhaps, in your cold maelstrom of actuality, you prevail
For your incredibly unique heart of crimson chaos and spin
That oh-so-rare glimmer of geometric configuration
Knows not the horrors of loss, pain, terror, and death
All that sublime beauty and blossom shall continue on, timeless
Long after the concerns and cares of corporeality
When I'm dust again, you'll still drift and dazzle and shine ... boundless.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Nifty Named Nebula's" Poetry Contest
William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
(I chose photo and nebula number seven, The Red Square Nebula, as it is my favorite, and, I believe, the most unusual).
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Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth
Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel
In front of your radiance, my knees fell
You're like a glistening pearl in a virgin shell
I am enamored by your enthralling spell
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit
On the land he is the handsomest youth
This is for everyone a crystal clear truth
That's why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god
Your face is fairer than any mortal lad
Your muscles are firmer than any man had
Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal
For him my godly being turned carnal
The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual
I want him to be mine for time eternal
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you'll never fall
Come to the West Wind's most desperate call
To you I'll reserve the prettiest room in my hall
The most romantic & blissful haven for all
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man
Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan
Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan
Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan!
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
-02/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*Hopelessly Immortal Collection
"Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation For sacrificing her spouse in World War II Annie received little compensation"- Disposable Wisdom by Carolyn Devonshire
I stood aghast as I looked more than ONCE.
The number seemed a very large BUNCH.
Drawn by this poem, I could not REFUSE.
It was unusual to see that many VIEWS,
a number so far ahead of any I had seen.
The number 26131 was the number of views for
the poem, Disposable Wisdom, posted 12 years ago
in 2009. I stood amazed and could not hesitate reading IT.
It was a most telling and sad poem, more than a little BIT.
It was about a widow whose husband was killed in World War TWO.
She reminded me of a man I once knew whose name was Harry. So I believed the story about the widow to be TRUE. It's clear that Lesley was disconnected from the world, but sadly no one seemed to connect with the widow nor CARED for any wisdom she might have SHARED, leaving her alone to grieve.
She ate cat food as she dined with her cat Tibby, who also PRECEDED her in death, vanishing all that was left of a HOME and leaving her even more ALONE. It seemed she was never NEEDED. I was deeply moved by the poem, and after reading it, I understood the #26,131.
I never knew Carolyn Devonshire, but I felt her heartbeat as I read those lines. I understood her, and how myself and all the others were overwhelmed and sadden by this human TRAGEDY, this TRAVESTY of human dignity and kindness toward one whose husband gave the ultimate sacrifice. Moreover, like Carolyn, I understood so much less of why a prosperous and proud nation like my own would allow a soldier's widow to die in POVERTY and all alone.
I'm grateful that Carolyn shared this poem. Carolyn departed from among us a short while ago, but has left us a treasure of beauty and power in her work.
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A team were given a task. chore
They had to embark on an expedition, went
to a natural geological prominence. hill
Where they had to obtain a specified amount. bucket
of hydrogen oxide. . htwoo
This they managed to do successfully.
However, on their return journey,
disaster befell them. tumbled
With one team member suffering
a very serious injury. crown
Despite this was able to rapidly.
return to base unaided. caper
Where a very unusual self administered. mend cranium
medical procedure was performed. acetic acid, un
Name that team.
Answer____ Jack and Jill. Of course.
10/ 6 /2018.