Opaque opal- like white Moon
showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon
peeps at dusk reflecting reveries.
Maroon Half-Moon rises
arousing ripples of romance
Clouds at platoon trying
to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon glazes
to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon in spoon full charm
makes lovers frantic lunatic.
Soon smiling couple is hypnotized
in gaudy glare and about to swoon.
Ensnared in eclipse Full Moon
slips through shadow of Earth
leaving behind sullen silhouette
sunken in starry sky
Blue Blood Moon in scarlet glow
winks in frolic flare to mesmerize.
Sometimes words thin, then spread out.
There just isn't very much to talk about
that hasn't already been talked about.
What lies in the soul of silence becomes paramount.
Do you hear hummingbirds whirling about
or blue buzzards of regret and self-doubt?
Do you hear silverware crashing the halls
or bells of a country church decorating homespun walls.
Do the quiet tones turn to sweet memories
or a platoon of goblins chasing hobbled dreams.
Silence can be a hand holding, dear friend
or stompers wishing for your bitterest end.
Opaque opal white Moon
showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon
peeps at dusk reflecting reveries
Maroon Half-Moon rises
arousing ripples of romance.
Clouds at platoon
trying to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon
glazes to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon
in spoon full charm makes lovers lunatic.
I enjoy each phase of Moon, drinking dreamy desires.
Thank you for this one,
Mr. Barber.
John F. Kennedy
loved it too.
I learned what adagio
means, today.
The movie
‘Platoon’
immortalized
the song
for me.
For what it’s worth,
I’m teaching my son
real history.
Willem Dafoe
dropped to his knees
for the fortissimo.
Helicopters,
rain, and bullets
are apathetic
to men and music.
Ben, “look life
dead in the face
and know what you want.”
I don’t know,
what is more
agonizing:
to see great actors
portraying a war
I will never see,
or the unbearable
slowness
and bleeding
of ‘Adagio
for Strings.’
my cupboards despise me
they are yelping to be clean
There are probably armies of raccoons back in there
They throw potato flakes out when I open them the cupboard doors.
I bet some of my groceries are ten years old
I am piling upon piles, cramming and slamming stuff in
The stuff in the back never gets disturbed
There might be a platoon of cats living back there
It would be super brave to haul it all out and see what I have
I am not that brave
A job for my children
After I am gone
The bloodshot moon merged into the dark, hazy night.
People wandered aimlessly, avoiding a fight.
A sultry bar still open, dispensing hard stuff.
Bootleggers were abundant till the game got rough.
A man sat in a corner observing the scene,
The boozers drank too much like goblins dark of mien.
The quiet man went to a phone booth and whispered,
The platoon was ready, their commands were answered.
A large police squad arrested the offenders,
All were fined, and none offered any false contenders.
Did they learn their lesson and mend their wicked ways?
Go to nearby villages and consider their days.
Just attempting to compare CLOUD
having simili with word CROWD.
Words are changeable to view :
Replace L by R : U by W.
Both Cloud and Crowd appear in mass
Common factor ! Oblivious.
Cloud goes mostly loud with thunder.
Crowd is often loud, no wonder.
Cloud brings cloud on get together.
Crowd attracts more crowd to gather.
Platoon of clouds to shower rain
Crowd in mass with men and women.
Cloud-burst happens in heavy storm.
Rowdy crowd in chaotic form.
I adore my beautiful Nona giving birth to my father September 14th 1942 this woman from Mason Italy daughter of Masonery family from Rome culture heritage in one woman's journey to America ancestors from Ellis Island I won't mention my grandfather a complete womanizer my Nona family helped my pop while serving in WWII Somewhere in Italy my Nona's family bringing breadbto the troops in my pops platoon the many pioneer women raising a family from Rome mi Nonna Irish Italian blessing Mason Keaton what a wonderful blessing baptising me from God Nona Mason Italy Ciao Bella
A mate of Musk, I’m told I’m going soon
(if NASA still exists, this side of June):
the lack of oxygen might make me swoon
- my rear end is as puckered as a prune!
I feel I ought to leave a happy tune,
an album by somebody who can croon.
That swallows effort, warbled by Pat Boone,
or Herman’s Hermits leader, Peter Noone?
Perhaps a piece of marble, nicely-hewn?
Amid the regolith, randomly strewn,
A DVD by National Lampoon?
The one with David Bowie – what’s it – Dune?
The Brooke Shields epic movie, “Blue Lagoon”?
That stoned director (Stone) gave us “Platoon” –
or how about “Five Weeks in a Balloon”?
nested questioned
purchasing the opinion
of learning theology, profession!!
that i may decieve thy goodies
believe my suppper platoon, obligations
if capable of escape hatch plan with ^
find science method of acting, ahh gold please
greatest gratuities and salute
many drunk prostitutions for the husbandry laws
various diplomatic african anglo appointments
satire? still not confident in job mask
next trimester suppresion clinique
Memories
First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death
elbow to elbow we sit cramped in the narrow compartment
hot, sticky air like a sauna grips us in its wet claws
rotors spin, air rushes through the open doors
but no relief is felt from the hot, breath of the dragon
gnawing fear grips each man as the bird lifts off
taking us to places we don’t want to go
the green canopy is now below us concealing them but not us
we land at the LZ, bullets snapping and popping as we emerge
the encounter is short, bloody, cries of wounded, silence of dead
First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death
gnawing fear grips each man as the bird lifts off
are we headed back to the firebase, home, safety from the fire
safety from the fear and death and sweat
Hueys flying the wrong way, new orders issued
on to the next hot LZ more fear death and sweat
The princess inlist
In the army academy
She's very friendly with her companions
She's a young woman with a very
Beautiful smile, a hug to her
This atmosphere of camaraderie
And making good friends is good to her
It's her naturalness that captures
The hearts of the Spaniards
She's so sweet with her army friends
She gets along with her platoon
I think Spain will have a beautiful queen, kind
Intelligent, funny, with elegance and with charisma.
The veterans
JD Vance and Tim Waltz have in common
they have served and can call themselves
veterans, which has a sacred meaning
They joined to serve and defend America's
values of freedom and democracy
We know that for the two above, it was
about further education, to join but too long
and get out when the going got tough
Still, they are veterans who served.
I think of the men from the many small towns
unknown by most people, they joined and
was sent to Vietnam, fighting a war in
the name for freedom and democracy
they believed in what was said
When a platoon whose order is to take a hill
crawling with snakes and booby traps
they knew what terror was, black shadows
coming up from the earth, killing them
They were heroes fighting a wrong war
The survivors are veterans if they
are lucky to receive a small pension
when they are aged and dressed up
in old uniforms
we are proud of them, know what the
scarify is to die when the people in
Washington needs people who believe
in the defense of America, values call
to arms
The doctor’s practice went to waste
the moment that the medic faced
A call from his reserve platoon
to fight a battle all too soon
The CEO of Pharma-Tech
would leave behind all hands on deck
When his brigade came calling him
he knew the war was no mere whim
The principal of my kids’ school
had fought the call, but overruled
He swiftly left his chair unmanned
The army had ripped up his plans
‘Coz ev’ry year since 'forty-eight
Disruption's marred the Jewish State
Spring morning,
quiet. One coyote,
three deer
running in snow.
What else have I seen?
A sparrow hawk in mid-air snatch
a robin, a sharp-shinned hawk catch
a rabbit in its talons.
A deaf mute in a pear tree.
Not one wolverine
in Utah or Italy.
Nor a famous samurai.
A young black bear
traverses the lawn in August.
Also quarks. Also oaks.
Do not disturb their progress!
A red fox
alert, no limp
flows silently
across the meadow.
First light, green tea.
A person thinking
epochs and eons.
A platoon of chickadees.
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