I saw Thriplow in its merriment
Vintage cars borrowed from Cambridge
and an abundance of folk singers
with strobes of defiant daffodils
food for the feasties
Morris Dancers sermonising past practice
and mud galore for the land lugger
wannabe grandad Rockabilly singers
and Betty Boothroyds cottage on display
St Johns Ambulance eagerly waiting patrons
Dray horses carrying wagons
This was an experience to enjoy
Categories:
st johns, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Streaking, dashing, breaking away
Up, up the tempo, the McClendon way
Getting wide and filling the lanes
Assisting the open man with two points to gain
Upbeat, back and forth, fast, and then faster
Sitting and watching, a spectator's delight, as they witness a creation by the 'Flow Master'
Yes! Breaking away the McClendon way
Away from stereotypes and public naiveté
Dark skin was a 'NO' for many, like the likes of Duke, Georgetown, Temple, and St. Johns
But Morehouse, Fisk, Howard, and other HBCUs were an emphatic 'YES' for 'McClendons.'
The likes of Bob Love, Cleo Hill, Oscar Butler, The Pearl, Sam Jones, John Chaney, Harold Hunter and so many more
O' McClendon's Break, history indeed; now 'Black Magic' at HBCUs is the heretofore
McClendon's Break extended far beyond 94 feet
His astounding 4 W's made playing that much more sweet
The Who, What, Why, and Where
McClendon's Break, oh so rare
Categories:
st johns, basketball, beautiful, black love,
Form: Rhyme
Standing under St Johns Bridge,
ships and boats hauling in,
red and green lead the drive,
dusk has framed another day.
Gentle ripples,
hide Willamette's gold.
Pilgrims dreams are seen,
yet stay untold.
Tales of expeditions past,
echo through this Gothic path.
Cathedral arches standing tall.
Copper green towers silhouette against cirrus sky.
Whispering white clouds
settle deep among brilliant orange and yellow trees,
speckled in majestic evergreens.
Fertile soil sits with fallen rain,
preparing for the storms of wind and change.
Mosaic ridges guard centuries old meandering life.
Standing under St Johns Bridge.
Categories:
st johns, beautiful, happy, history, places,
Form: I do not know?
Sprouted from the depth and leapt for the height
Tremendous epoch-making in sight
Just like a raw gem that transforms on motion
Our imaginations are like the ocean
Her noble mind in noble thoughts we see
Now, see hordes of hospitality over the fee
Sons and daughters home-like honied hive
Sweet sounds of joy as success rain remains
Compiling great students with learning domains
Here is the name; read as you may
Our chronicles of great history pave the way
Organized and industrious like ants in a row
Learners ring out laughter as bells echo
See them as they seize and pluck the day
Categories:
st johns, education, happiness, school, visionary,
Form: Acrostic
AN OLD BUILDING BY THE ST. JOHNS
Prose and fingers lingering to the North arise!
On this day 25 degrees North of the Sun
Venus and the moon shall collide and dance
Chance!
The St. Johns and a ripple to the retaining nipple
Look!
Abandoned worn jewel on a starved stepped slab
Timeless in presence, structured for intimacy
Star quenching its thirst through the glazing
Into the cool waters of saints it slips
And whispers follow
Hushing and treading - lets sneak in!
Breath of cool air under your skirt
As I lift you up and over
You giggle as you enjoy the hurt
Shhh! Shhh!
We're in!
The smell of flowers pressed and our fortune's luck
Wood creaks underneath sandal-padded feet
Leading by hands clasped in anticipation
A flurry of thoughts of pouring waxy lust
On you this way and that
Silence but the breeze swaying the palm tree leaves
Reflections of the evening and
Shadows drape worn stairs
Impenetrable fixtures of ornament and glass
Warm evening beams
Teasing our skin
St. Anthony’s Temptation is luring us further in!
Categories:
st johns, nature, passion, giggle,
Form: Verse
love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the
mouth of an alligator.
Categories:
st johns, love
Form: Prose Poetry
when once my clay hands began to harden
under the potters wheeled sun
i turned to reach for my shadow
but found only a basket of dried
yesterdays and tomorrows.
when once my clay feet began to harden
through quarries of stone and silt,
impermeable to all water but not to ink.
i decorated myself with a stylus in a
tattoo shop on st johns and 49th st.
when once my clay head began to harden
kilns and flames were all servants to
my thoughts and my porcelain pupils
brought light to all like a holy relic.
Categories:
st johns,
Form: I do not know?
My Saint John flow on
Through forest, marsh and town's spread
Tablecloth of stars
Conquistadors gone
The blue herons walk alone
In moonlight's silence
River and lone night
Memory is a wind's hope
Rustling swamps for gold
Let us keep our thoughts
In slow meandering lakes
The salt sea invites
Less Timucuan
Waken find us new remnants
In Ferdinand's dream
Love wilts in salt tears
The heart snakes the bush of grief
Tense as beauty stares.
Waleka, Rio
De Corrientes, Rio
De San Juan, the same
A gaudy green thrill
Peace sanctuary of births
Life from life flowing
Still at Sawgrass breast,
The Seminole blood of strength
I from Afric's tent
We the better ore
Than gleaming figment of fort
Lovers on this shore
Sea abandoned child
Scarred and aching love consoles
Tributary feasts.
O otters swim deep
Beneath the currents I weep
But a shrimp of tear
What is gone is gone
The sun makes still day's new dawn
Oceans carry on
Ships cargo joy fresh
As pines from which warblers sing
Magics of today.
My Saint John flow on
O'er fertile grounds of sweet love
Blooming moonlight still.
Categories:
st johns, allegory, nature
Form: Haiku