Sound as loud as a whisper or as quiet as a scream;
music weaving in, weaving out, and weaving in between every dream ~
dreaming is the most beautiful thing,
I see your spirit as delicate as sculpted Ming,
there in your favorite place upon the piano bench
as if the melody you play and play again could quench
the love-sickness left within my soul at your departing~
No! It’s whispers loud and screams of quiet the memories are ceaselessly imparting.
Ode to Shen Zhou
From
atop
a mountain
in Jiangsu
Province in China
during the era of
the Ming Dynasty, Shen Zhou,
a nature artist, poet, and
calligrapher, is respected and
admired for his cultural influence.
***
heart-strings hum-ming, beat-ing,
songs rise-ing, soar-ing.
snake in the grass is a real thing
they’ve hidden since dynasty known as ming
oftentimes knocking off the cherries bing
zapping toes with a little ting-a-ling
yesterday this was one under my blue swing
waiting with his girlfriend to have a fling
they were both much thicker than twine or string
they caught a bluejay by his slowest wing
my taser gun gave them a little zing
something to the yard which I always bring
There was a beautiful
Fairy name Ming
Who somehow
Lost one wing
But then she starts
To sing
Until she heard
A bling
Ming somehow had
Grew back her wing
What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers
well his pants got caught inside the chimney
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night
and gave Santa such a jolly fright
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat
now here's the kicker...
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!
now here's the kicker... Eh !
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed
but as Santa danced around the sun poured in the loft
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be,
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three.
Merry Christmas Everyone !
Love,
From Santa's Girl :)
I always hated that wretched vase,
Ugly and past it’s best.
A bit like me if I’m honest.
(That was my wife’s favourite jest)
But she loved us both, especially the vase,
Which her grandfather left when he died.
And she was always his favourite,
So the thing was displayed with pride.
But when she passed, though feeling disloyal,
I hid it out of sight.
I didn’t have a use for it
But I thought the Red Cross might.
Then, watching an antiques programme,
You’ll never guess what I saw.
They had a vase just like my wife’s,
Worth ten thousand or more.
Did I tell you how I love that vase;
How I proudly display the thing?
And the first thing I tell my visitors is
“This beautiful vase is a Ming.”
"eyesight insight 20/20"
(the USA shall ever be damned)
H G
well I'd
best get over
it
IT was
well it was
over well ming
IT
was metro
polis 196 for
score & some
what
common cold
killed the
covid
Invasion
"poetry gruel" or "Oliver's Twist"
Rights of passage of
Writes of asses of
Passing unseen
Censors and
Seen that
Kumquat cum
Ming and it felt
Like something
Something that
Felt so so good
Like Woodie
Religious
Fruit so
Self
In
Tuned
Turned on
And in out of
Touch with what
What what was what
Was
Or never
Has been but
may I have
some more
(no not
s'mores:
those chocolate
and marshmallow
melted
treats)
I was asking
about your
usual
gruel
that stool
you serve
as fodder
and fuel
that may make
me nay make
me neigh as
if a horse of
course pub
lically I won't
speak more
than what
what's
that
Mister
Ed?
If we could teach the world, one thing
it should not be, the price of string
the microwave and why it pings
the endless list, of English kings
the dynasty, of Chinese Ming
the mystery, of golden rings
the history, of Western Swing
No
absolutely none of these things
with all the distraction they would bring
if we could teach the world one thing
we need everybody to stop
we need everyone to listen and look
to hear the little bird that sings
and watch it flap its tiny wings
If we could teach the world one thing
we'll show those people how to dream
above the crazy sounds and scenes
to find all the hope and all the joy
that our imagination just might bring
If we could teach the world one thing
maybe somehow we could learn
the power of ideas, the power of ideals
with courage, decency, justice and truth
from all of those who walked before
Dorchester Labourers, Doctor King
women who did amazing things
in science, politics, literature and more
if we could teach the world one thing.
Around his height
Bigger he is
Sweeter he be.
My name means “blessed*,” and I am by God’s wondrous delight
Midst determination, dedication, decisiveness, and discretion as traits-might
I’m the sister of Rudy, Bert and Ming, my siblings with caring height…
As a Social worker, I cherish the practice of kindness, truth and compassion
While my heart always prays for vibrant, triumphant, and jubilant reaction
To conquer fears of separation, rejection and deception…
By faith, I would like to see miracles, mercy and marvels in my ministry
Right now, I’m a resident of the Pearl of the Orient Seas in Asian territory
My surname bears “greatness” and “magnificence;” thus, to me, victory…
Daily, my special son expresses his love marked by warm embrace
While foster children greet me with their endearing cheerful ways
Meanwhile, orphanage kids encourage me sweetly in this life’s race
Since together, we are a loving family in God’s nurturing place.
*Psalms 32:2 Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.
July 1, 2024
1st place, "Bio Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 7/11/2024
Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
ding-a-ling bump bee bow wow boo
thing-a-jing jump me how cow coo
wring-a-fing grump free frow how who
string-a-ming rump she pow wow foo
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