A Part of the Past Frozen in Time
You can
drive your whole life
not look upon the face
of harbingers in spring wet earth
Remembering the ephemeral warm
Mediterranean summers
clean petrichor fresh rain
bucolic life
setting
Yielding
a nostalgic
propinquity city's
efflorescence dress brick buildings
The epiphany of an old church as
it sings the echoes of erstwhile
Redolent warm feeling
Victorian
versed homes
Yester
years fine brushstrokes
Trees towering on the
outskirts of the demesne beauty
Unique, intertwined dalliance with the
farmed and the wild a wonderful
serendipity find
quiet hunger
of life
Copyright © Eve Roper 3/31/2016
Dearest Santa, lovely to see.
You wear a white, satiny suit.
How lovely you are!
With golden gloves and golden
boots.
Your face full of merriment.
Quite the sporty guy you are,.
Driving an Oakland A's sports car!
You are huggable, too.
Soft and oh, entirely lovable.
Trying to be the grooviest dude
in this wonderful town.
You even pop, holly and ivy,
onto your Santa Clause crown.
I whispered softly in your ear
what I wanted, exactly.
And..I know you deliver!
With Santa Claus cheer.
On time, and so matter of factly.
Milk and fresh baked cookies
sit on plaid dishes.
Enjoy, as you are fulfilling
Christmas wishes.
12/3/2020
~~~~Let's Go Oakland!~~~
Beat the Tampa Bay Rays!
50,000 fans heading your way to watch you play,
In this very exciting Wild Card Game.
There will be no hearings as to who won the game,
Nor, if Russia colluded to put you to shame!
That's what I like about sports, it is win or lose!!
And~honey! Three strikes and you're out....
There is no sour-puss losing,
The winning is clear and that is the end!
Champions know how to accept a win or a defeat.
Losers love the word, "cheat."
October 2, 2019
The Isley Brothers, The Chi-Lites, Four Tops
The Emotions (Flowers)
Roberta Flack (The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face)
Jane Fonda
Elvis
Stars...
Lulu (To Sir With Love)
Paul Le Mat (American Grafitti)
Suzanne Sommers
Mackenzie Phillips, Aretha Franklin
Manuel Padilla Jr. as Jai (Kid in Tarzan series)
Harrison Ford
Ron Howard
U2
Cher
Heat Wave
Commodores
The Jackson Five
The Pointer Sisters, The Righteous Brothers
Sidney Portier, Lionel Ritchie
Justin Trudeau (8 years old)
Marvin Gaye
Lou Rawls
More...
Pam Grier
Barry White
The Three Degrees (When Will I See You Again)
Al Green, Rose Royce, The Main Ingredients
***Hotel where I worked with Tom Hanks and countless celebrity interactions...
Date: 08/27/2019
Oakland Cemetery Atlanta
(7-30-2016)
I gazed on a sunny day
Across a shady lawn
Beneath its simple beauty
Lives forgotten, families gone.
To the left are moments big and small,
Mighty reminders of ancestral love,
Come to rest, come to call
Though these lives are no more,
I am drawn to the open field
Where life may roam
Unbound by any shield.
It is here where beauty is born.
Where root of grass and tree
Have grown from unnamed life
And gave way to nature's majesty.
Unknown names long forgotten
Lie deep beneath the rich soil
Brought to rest in anonymity
From a life of quite toil
May I rest here where people can play
Walk over me singing aloud
Let my dust reignite life
So that in death I lay proud.
*A assignment was due in class. *
Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE
Innocence was lost years ago
Not mine, but everyone around me
Some things changed
White turned to black
Friends turned to enemies
Wrong turned to right
And happiness turned to depression
Escape was nowhere in sight
But i needed more than anything to get out of here
Everyone around me was changing Yet I didn’t want anything to do with it I didn’t wanna join them, I wanted out
I was overwhelmed and felt suffocated
Those were the years everything changed
And somehow I managed to escape it
ANOTHER PSYCHIATRIC SUCCESS
Man feels guilty, thus Man feels bad :
conscience halts “pleasures” to be had.
Psychs seek cure - Man must not feel bad,
with drugs remove what make him sad.
Good, lucky Man is free from guilt :
no shunning of what shouldn’t be built.
He’ll use base feelings such as hate
to revel in his psych-made state.
Oh happy Man, let it all hang out,
you’ve been ill-treated, there’s no doubt -
go get revenge, go get your gun,
go get plenty of psych-fuelled fun.
Go shoot kids in a blameless school,
they won’t ever call you a fool.
As shots hit home, watch them all run,
thanks to the psychs, Man’s having fun.
Now he’s the target ? ‘Why target me ?
I’m only on a guilt-free spree.’
Those bastards’ guns, they won’t kill him,
one shot to head, success, psych’s whim !
Alan McAlpine Douglas
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