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Everyone jumps on the wagon, professing to see.
To feel, to taste, to be enamored and endeared by the man.
He is our hero, they say; I see a distortion, a blurry abnormality.
They see someone to cherish, I see someone who makes me shriek.
What kind of glasses are you using? My cousin asks.
He examines me, starting with my teeth.
I see yellow, brown and gray, I say.
I have no idea how you see red, white and blue in this moron.
I get thrown out of the family. They accuse me of being an independent.
I am overjoyed, because I am an independent.
They begin a chant about independents.
It is disparaging and mean.
I see them more easily now, understanding what went wrong.
No wonder my view had always been drippy and blurry.
I head back to the neon lights of the city,
Remembering now that leaving ensured I would live.
From within the frost-frozen, bare-boarded, shed
within its loosely hung zee-braced door agape
the spring light peeked.
Warming the woodsheds King’s pine planks
toasting the ten penny nails
popping the planks to a toe-stubbing height.
Door slamming dashes through the obstacle course of cord,
tinder, rake and hoe;
to the semi attached outhouse.
Draws half down,
butt bitten by March’s wind;
the two holer waits, lye bucket at the base.
Curled, yellow-brown, newspaper pages from 1890,
the shade of Uncle George’s pipe stained teeth, wiggle in the wind;
as do I when with a holler as
breeze to bottom freeze dries.
A half flashed mad dash to the kitchen door
is halted; awestruck at the gapping door to the kitchen garden.
Raspberry-red, tit tipped rhubarb buds and stalks,
warmed by the sheltered spring sun;
set my mouth to drool.
A waylaid girl child in transit.
These are some interesting shrooms that i have never picked:
Bay bolete cap looks like brownish blood in color stipe is whitish brown mild flavour Edible
Black trumpet looks like black sardacenia
It’s edible.From its shape that is incredible
Pick it from June thru September
Charcoal Burner,your cap color is purple/olive to
grey .Stipe is creamy white. Its cap reminds me of a renaissance sky on a cloudy day .Its edible
Chicken of the woods cap isorangey reddish yellow color,a shroom with flair.Kind of a bracket fungus- its edible but take care
Coral Tooth Fungus looks like coral it’s colour is white as the driven snow .It is edible when soft
Remember pick it from May thru December
Crab Brittlegrill’s cap color red to purple or brown Smells like shellfish .Have a shellfish like flavor when. Cooking with fish should not be overlooked
Feild mushroom cap is creamy white . This shroom used everywhere with no care
The Flirt’s cap colour brown like wood to pink or red. Stipe is whitish. Taste is mild and nutty .It would be great in salads with honey
Golden Chanterel is one my favorites.It’s flappy cap goes from orangey brown to yellow. Flavour is like apricot and mellow. Would taste good in a fruit salad
The Gypsy mushrooms cap color is golden brown
It reminds me of a feild of wheat. Once cooked has a it has a-nutty flavour that one can savour
The King Bolete ,I want to try. It has a mild nutty taste .I think that is great. Its cap is brown. It’s
stipe is white.Remember the times from June thru December
Morels: Black and Yellow. I would like them on
my cheese burgers,what a treat Yellow morel cap color yellow-brown or cream -brown .Black morel cap color golden brown to black. Cook them well ,put in your favorite dishes you will never go back
The Orange Oak Bolite I want to try.It cap is golden orange to brown. Stipe is white .They are easy to be found. Cook them well or you will experience Hell .
On North Penderton Island I saw boacious boletes To bad I could not get them it would
be a treat.
I saw huge fly agaric too. Their cap 10 inches in diameter who knew .Painted on in painting,
got criticized by my teacher -who knew she had a cow!
a cow
Headline news
Sensational story;
All about you.
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Truth speaks plain
If only we...
Learn to listen
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Words follow words
Into a swirl;
Too much, too late
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Old neighbour
Bold man of seventy;
Knee replacement
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Playground ventures
Kids stumble at play;
Trial-and-error starts
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Parents and maids
Hovering around;
Chit-chat and follow
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Tai-Chi master
Superb fitness shows;
Flexible e-motions
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Aerial bird's eye view
People crawling below;
Circle an anthill
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Mini United Nations
Yellow, brown, black and white;
Basketball court match
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Voice of the morning
Sparrow capella;
Choir of three
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Lovely escapades
Dreamtime melodies;
Afternoon siesta
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School talk to kids
Why be a writer?
Do what you love
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Quiet conversations
Eye to eye we talk;
Words promptly absent
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SG 50 conversation
Prepare to prepare;
Tomorrow arrives now
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Question me Why
Ask me How;
Yes, I don't know
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Time unfurls
Hidden agendas;
Surprise windfall
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Leon Enriquez
09 December 2014
Singapore
Memorial Day
We defended the principles upon which we were founded.
Some of us were deeply scared and gravely wounded.
We all stood tall and fought for our “Country tis of thee”.
Some were fortunate enough and escaped free of injury.
We were men and women of many creeds, cultures, and stripes.
Some died as ‘one people’; red, yellow, brown, black, and white.
We were there for you and the world, trying to make things right.
We remembered you, as you tossed, turned, and cried in the night.
From the depths of our hearts, we speak with self respect and without
shame; some speak with wounds from head to toe; and others with a lifetime
of pain.
And yes, though without sound, some speak from our graves near and
far. Conflicts and wars have been many, but we held high the flag of
stars.
So, this Memorial Day, 2016, we, the proud and the free American
soldiers simply say, “thank you for remembering us”.
05292016 cj PS I was never a soldier; but I know that no one wants
to be forgotten. This was written as a way of identifying with active
members of the military, veterans, and deceased soldiers. I am
eternally grateful to them and to God. God bless America.
I love the birds that make their home in Florida…
The woodpeckers, doves and cardinals who live just beyond our front door…
The pelicans, herons and spoonbills we see on our walks along the shore.
And when we get to Florida…it does’t matter when….
I love how we are greeted every morning…by the Carolina wren.
The Carolina wren is a tiny bird in its size and in its shape
each one weighs around 20 grams…about the same weight as 4 grapes.
Despite their tiny size…seeing them is a surprise…
A blend of rust, cinnamon, yellow, brown and pink…
with those white stripes over their eyes.
If you are lucky enough to see one…it will most likely be on the ground…
because, although Carolina wrens can fly, they prefer to hop around.
But don’t be sad if you never see one jumping and hopping along
because even if you cannot see them…you cannot miss their song.
They sing in voices clear and loud…
you hear their song carried on the breeze
Who knew such a small bird’s song could ricochet through the mountains
and echo off the trees
Oftentimes they sing solo…but sometime, if we’re lucky, they sing a duet
either way…it’s a song we cannot miss…and one we will never forget.
So here’s a shout out to Carolina wrens a truly beautiful and captivating bird…
Who create one of the best ways to wake up in the mountains…
that we have ever heard.
Male and Female fell down.We fell down,and this was "Time # number 10: We did not want to loose:We wanted to some how win!We made the attempt to get back up again even though we had fallen down ten times,and "perserverance"caused us to get up again! Love is not weak. Its "True Form" is "Power over "Any Enemy"everyday and "Every minute,second,and every hour."Loves "True Form " is "Power "over "Hate" that "Love continuely deviours as it rises up "Like Water"cools "Fire"! Loves "True Form" is "Power"!We fell down both women,and men,but we got back up again,and "The Lord God Almighty"has blessed us to win! The lord took "The word "Can't" out of our vocabulary",and we remembered "Can";and that is how we got back on "The eleventh try,as perservenance did not pass us by!!We can,We can,and that is "How God speaks to women,children,or any women,or any men,as we have a "Victory over "Hate who is The Enemy",and those who perpuate it : Like a Red,Yellow,Brown,Black,or White Supremist! The "Power of Love " is not weak.Its "True Form" is Power". Wisdom is its meet associate!
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date; Thursday 6th April 2023
Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.*
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
When swept in piles, they oft’ scatter.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.
When swept in piles, they oft’ scatter -
Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
9/8/2022
Contest: AUTUMN PANTOUM
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
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*sooth - reality
Seasons, to the Season
Spring streams, Summer dreams, no longer to be seen
for they have come to be dry, the gold, yellow, brown and red
of what will no longer be able to show it’s faces in green
for they leave behind the ties that bind – leaves are dead
laying across the forests, fields, lawns, streets - leaves have fled
the buds of spring, the full bloom of summer, in the death of Autumn days
to decay from life, from memory, form sight, into other ways
that become the life – a part of something new.
Another perspective to see, another point of view
for those who want to know, even though, we are few.
Once again, – as has for millions and millions of year –
comes an end, a change to all that reaches out – with tears –
as it touches the edges of deaths cold, decaying door
leaving all to the light, with nothing more
as the light of day continues to shrink from view
and the darkness of night expands upon me and you,
becoming ghostly shadows that make up our nightly stew.
Insight
My lifeless, brown eyes, see the real deal.
My perceptive, inner eye, knows the feel,
as I look through the windows to my soul,
into the reflections, of all it is, I think I know
as the seasons pass me by, leaving one more to go
through – foe ever how long – before I become my soul.
Words before Children’s eyes
Far to many - these days – play on keyboards they have seen.
As desire sick, thoughts depraved, become words on a screen
That tell all who can see, what they truly mean,
what is to know, in what they show, of what they have been
and what they are, but it takes a mature eye, so keen,
to see, to understand, to know the mind of a fiend.
This is not the place - for young minds – in my dream scene.
The Tao Of
Muhammad Ali - CC
Words flying by my eyes, of life being lived
– despite the hardships of a debilitating, diseased body –
on the wings of contentment, of satisfaction, of accomplishment
beyond that of us mere mortals and in their passing,
soft sodium laden droplets fall onto the reality of,
and life, as it is for the hand, the soul of the one who reads
and writes, dies and cries, morns the loss of the Great.
B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )
October 20th 2002