Anapest!
Intro ---------------Coda
and all inbetween.
Très chère Mère and
La porte de Mon Père
are proposed names for the Restaurants.
There a 40 piece Orchestra can
perform.
Seating and dining
areas separate.
Two Restaurants in the same building
and a deal with the Bed and Breakfast 1/4 miles down.
The Three doors Down Deal
will inspire a more family oriented feeling.
We'll let the ballroom be
used for alternatives
but it will mainly be scoped toward
the Familest of Show's
with the best French and French
inspired foods in
America!
From the Eclipse tp the Pink Moon..
the waist bands and C-areas
are ah waiting..
Categories:
scoped, beach, character, music,
Form: Ballad
I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts spaced out
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp
On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and
bloody rumors stain,
Ablaze are the blame games
I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me
I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate
Categories:
scoped, how i feel, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
It was the trophy hunt that played you out
In deafening degrees,
This video-invention of yourself revealed –
A theatrical display that formed the day,
A message of power, the plug-and-play
Of your most infamous hour
There was no prelude, no tribal peace
You ruled the jungle – you, the King
Of all the living things
Fools that they were, yet still they had the means
To foil the brimming scheme
So spectacular to its day – your grand
Safari of ambition, ranger man
The hunt was in your hands
Taking cover in a stand you scoped the prey
– the kill was underway
Stalking from afar you teased them out
And played them all for rubes –
Accomplishing an arsenal without a clue
You kept them in the dark, while you
Enlightened your black heart
And idly stoked your gleaming tools
You sprang from your blind
And moved in quick with claws extended
– soon your lust for blood was ended
Then time slowed down as lightning flash
As you became the bullet to the glass
Whose fragile peace was shattered in a rout
The day you let the lion out –
Categories:
scoped, america, death, murder, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Shoot the Hootch O dear
The raft is wild upon the flow
I could walk across no fear
If the active Christ said so
I’d choose rubber or wood
Back scratched by splinters
Or stuck with you in childhood
After shiver and shake Winters
God could part the river wood
To wood I’d race you then
across slippery silt and driftwood
You’d be amazed and praise Amen
Shoot the Hootch It’s vividly spry
Shade’s in the leaning branches
In May the water is on a high
And you’d no worry of avalanches
God showed me hidden beauty met friend
I stood scoped took in the riverscape
In the sun and zephyr I’d mend
Out in nature’s playground escape
5/7/2022
Categories:
scoped, river,
Form: Rhyme
The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger,
the Caribbean monk seal…
As these beasts disappear,
the most cruelty-vorous species appears.
They are homologous with humans
but their bearings are too brutal.
Though plenty in Asia,
their habitats are found in all the continents.
They hold the holy books
that they never read.
Tender feelings are scoped out by their tamers.
Empty sensorium.
Even the shattered body of an infant
won’t wet their eyes.
They chew the cud of bloody thoughts in isolation,
entranced by a heaven.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
Categories:
scoped, fear,
Form: Free verse
No mention of benefits your efforts will bring,
No sign of a business case these should be in,
No overall strategy roadmap or plan,
no timeline or gant chart with a product life-span.
No formal test process and no UAT,
With no business input and SME free,
With a host of stakeholders drawn straight out of college,
With very little experience and even less knowledge.
Constantly playing to management vanity,
Creating a model that defines insanity,
Repeatedly following those several flawed steps,
But somehow expecting much better effects?
The lack of a leader and co-ordination,
A media blackout with no communication,
Experience of colleagues continually spurned,
And there’s no documentation and no lessons are learned.
Expectations are raised and the business have hopes,
But they’re soon to be dashed as these things are de-scoped,
And if you should challenge this deployment style,
They’ll just tell you you’re negative and that we’re working ‘agile’.
Categories:
scoped, technology,
Form: Blank verse
Where we live and what we do
Are choices made without a clue
If we will thrive at home or work;
We cannot know what problems lurk.
Decisions made when we are young,
Some based on plans to which we’ve clung,
May work out just the way we’d hoped
Despite some pitfalls never scoped.
Yet other picks may not pan out
And leave us filled with dread or doubt.
Of those selections, most will curse them;
It takes courage to reverse them.
Age makes hindsight crystal clear
So regrets may thus appear,
But since magic we do lack,
There simply is no going back.
Categories:
scoped, life,
Form: Rhyme
I saw there was a mow-down in Las Vegas
of country western loves.
And also heard our President
was about to share his view.
But before he had his chance
to enlighten one and all,
I figured his best solution
was to hope before the next time
we'll all do our patriotic duty,
go out and buy the best automatic multi-repeating rifle
with scope that we can afford to buy,
so everyone can keep a well-scoped eye
on all the other country western wise
before we blast each other's patriotic duty
to stand and salute both our flags of equally good history,
leave no child with any color standing,
left unpatriotically behind.
Categories:
scoped, anger, humanity, humor, loss,
Form: Political Verse
"Look there's a pissbum"
She whispers to me as I'm walking down the street
Someone is walking their Jack Russell
"There's a cute hogger"
Our private language runs through my veins
I now see the world through her eyes
I pass a yellow and green house
A happenstance reminder of her favorite team's colors
A ready, constant smile
I see the world through green-colored glasses
Ha! Her green eyes
"It runs every thirty minutes"
Her brain can wrap around a bus schedule
Where am I going?
She always knows
"Let's cross the street now"
She always had change for inexpensive pop machines
They're a find where ever they be
Always Diet Pepsi
We scoped out a backyard
Where she raised her kids
"I used to go out for coffee once a day,
it was my only escape"
She's usually with me
When I'm roaming around
Slipping away
When I'm home alone
"Honey, there's a blue moon"
I remember skygazing when the nights were cold
Days when the world was an infinite space
I hope the whispers never leave
Categories:
scoped, absence, , cute,
Form: Prose Poetry
burned down silence;
scoped down my guilty finger tips
on your warm aching bones that had so
been collapsed by a child
into our faint abyssal nothingness
that i had released.
our child. bread by your nurture;
your perfect conditions - 37°
pure in its own ignorance, melting
down in it's father's unearthly demise
Justification allows purpose
And so I allowed oceans
to be pulled
apart
Something so mighty i told you
Comprehension of power
that allowed a devil's excavation
through our reflective, blue paradise,
to unearth a barren land.
Now still innocent in intention
this big, round, white and black
baby's head sets on;
destined for 14 over appreciated
destructions.
Categories:
scoped, childhood, desire, heartbreak, sin,
Form: I do not know?
My father was my link to beer
And Rheingold was his brew.
That red and white can held the only
Lager that I knew.
As I grew up I switched to wine -
Sangria was in style -
And even learned to like some booze -
Tequila, for a while.
But years ago I drifted back
To early brewski days,
Especially when I discovered
Hoppy IPA's.
Back then, the stores had just a few
So I scoped out my faves.
I tried to spread the word but
Very few confirmed my raves.
Yet happily for me, today,
The craft beer movement's hot
And with so much to choose from,
There are loads I like a lot.
My dad, if he were still alive,
Would sip and shake his head,
Rejecting all those crafty brews
For Rheingold-types instead.
But each of us would raise a glass
(Or bottle, can or mug)
And share a father-daughter toast
Before we'd smile and chug.
Categories:
scoped, drink, father,
Form: Rhyme
In life's surly tusks in the frost of high morn without sun's rays; yet, the sky sheds sprinkled whispers of the day to become as a grizzly ray of scoped out hope in a hole of abysmal steely abyss as a meteorite's crater of earthy tones of red mud clay turned into heated golden bowls of fruit contained within. To throw out over a mounatain top for Goddess Kali. Three arms filled with arrows to dart back with boomerang like love into millenium's to surmise itself real-- as insanity envelopes and encompasses an out of touch reality in the arms of weeded truth!
Categories:
scoped, adventure,
Form: Free verse
in some places there
are
triple direction pathways
forked
by moonlit freedom of will
or
imagination
process parallelograms mockingly
flow-
charted retrograde inside
or beyond
excruciating blissfulness
foreseen
by therapeutic forefathers in
treason
of religion by mutiny of
mind
wrapped up pentagrams and
ladders
ever higher while ham bakes
truth
underneath silver mines of
blackened trees scoped through
relative lenses closing in on
gravity
slowly drowning in preciously
metered
time
Categories:
scoped, imagination, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse