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The color of politics

there will be no Halloween this year as the pumpkins are...ORANGE...

Orange Marmalade is being taken off the shelves lest it lead to conflict in the checkout lines

Syracuse will not longer refer to their football team as the "Orangemen"

Orange NEHI will be banned, all references to it will be removed from literary history

Orange County will be re-named

Poets aren't concerned because it doesn't rhyme with anything

October 6, 2022

OCTOBER 6, 2022

Fall in the Finger Lakes,
a meeting in Canandaigua,
a nature reserve visit on West Hill
north of Naples, the season at early 
peak, all the colors including green,
the thick, deep forests of the Allegheny
Plateau chasing the underfunded farms
North to Lake Ontario
Back up on Interstate Ninety,
heading home to Syracuse, farm and forest
blowing by, tractor-trailers slightly menacing
at over seventy miles per hour, global commerce
heading home to Portland, Maine and Boston,
to the Port of New York City, the territory 
in-between drenched in the colors of confident
change, fanning the flames of our faith
in the future, calling attention to the
numinous rhythms of this beautiful place
where we live!

Naked As a Jailbird

There was an old dude lived in Syracuse
Went naked outdoors without an excuse
Got sent off to the looney bin,
Joining both his kith and his kin
Far as I know, he was never let loose.

September 9, 2021

The Nasty Old Mayor of Syracuse

The mayor of the city of Syracuse
Was widely known as a nasty old recluse
He absconded with some funds,
Along with cloistered nuns
And announced that he had a sacred excuse.

July 3, 2021

The nasty mayor led the nuns astray
Insisting on having his way each day
They prayed for some divine help
To stop him helping himself
Mayor lost ardour and drove them away.
--Belle Bellevue
July 4, 2021

Poem By Basho

POEM BY BASHO

We were quiet now,
still breathing deeply from
the sexual exertions of our
late middle age, guided by
the music, gliding toward a
landing through the ambient
haze of unconditional love

The Japanese singer with the
black eyes and hair and the
rising sun mouth, lived her 
rhythm and blues through the 
discipline of the koto, did a 
high soaring wail as the final
jetliner of the Syracuse evening
climbed toward the moon that 
was a cold silver smile above 
the snow-covered city where
we daily delight in the details 
of desire 

Our transition into clarity 
was the sonic antithesis of
a poem by Basho:

Seventeen seconds
of screaming haiku on a
February night!

At the Window

AT THE WINDOW

She had cut her hair
and wondered if he liked it
“Not a problem” he said
acutely aware of her perpetual
pattern of cyclical change 
She was a Cynthian spirit,
a sensual soul, a life giving poem
healing all whom she knew like
an exquisite mixture of sunlight
and rain daily applying their 
restorative nutrients to the 
damaged terrain of a badly burned
forest, guarded at night by the 
changing phases, the ivory white
light of the goddess of the moon  
But…..
It was cold outside and the big
Macks and Kenworths with their
smooth-shifting gears pushed up 
Route 12 into lake-effect country,
kicking up snow like silvery wolves,
bright lights like big teeth, running
for Syracuse, Watertown, Montreal
and beyond
“I like it” he said, meaning the 
trucks on parade, “I know” she
replied, including her hair with 
the north country commerce that
connected his dreams to 
everywhere else

Syracuse Departure

SYRACUSE DEPARTURE

Twelve degrees at seven AM
and the weather a sharp bitter
force off Lake Ontario
The daybreak is luminescent
gray, the bright star rising, the
cloud cover glowing like the
opalescent door to the mysterious
power source of some
Jules Verne wonder
Passengers board
Instructions are given
Men and machines withdraw like
medics now useless to a resurgent 
warrior
On runway twenty-eight / ten she
turns into the wind
Bright light splits the clouds
The big fan jets roar and her
man-made mean heat makes her
airborne and silver, crashing through
the morning, banking east above the
city, screaming toward the sun


Emanuel Carter

This Kind of Stuff We Just Can'T Excuse

I loosen my belt and remove my shoes
   So, dear, what's going on in the news
They blocked the streets; tore down statues
   No surprise there; of what were they accused

The protestors, nothing; but the statues held leftist views
   What?  What are you saying, dear?  Now I'm confused
Honey, it seems that a staunch abolitionist was the first one abused
   Huh?  An abolitionist?  For what was his statue so cruelly used

I don't know. He organized a militia to fight slavery; he was super-enthused
   -- Oh, yeah.  Hans Christian Heg; maybe one of those religious yahoos
Then that explains that!... Darling I'd really like to continue to schmooze --
   But I promised the girls I'd help topple Arethusa of Syracuse...



Notes: Hans Christian Heg's statue was, indeed decapitated today in
          Madison, Wisconsin.  His 'crime:' He was an abolitionist who organized
          a group of Wisconsinites into a Union militia in order to fight against
          slavery in the Civil War... Go figure!
         
         Arethusa was a naiad nymph of the sacred Greek colony of Syracuse.
         Virgil felt that she inspired pastoral poetry.  (Like the above... lol).

Salt City Syracuse

Salt City Syracuse, You dwell in Mid State,
You are used for testing new products,
Rebuild, rebuild where you are,
15th Ward East, Southside of town,
81 came it decimated you,
Know home you know more,
81, Upstate Med is now,
What is the emotion of families you dislodged,
Highway robbery some may say,
Hundreds of families—many of color,
Forced to relocate, nowhere to go.

Now it has run its course,
Time to come down, down,
15th Ward, would you be renewed,
Urban Renewal to the rescue,
Who will come now,
Viaduct, Community Grid, Orange Tunnel concept,
Which one will it be,
Do the City have the key,
Or at what fee,
Salt City Syracuse, open your eye for us to see,
Families displaced, give us back the key.

I Live Here

Do you know where I live?
I live in Rome
I live in Greece
I live in Egypt too
These three great kingdoms of antiquity
have all faded into obscurity
So I ask you,
do you know where I live?
Syracuse once was a great city
in ancient Rome
Philadelphia once was a great city
in ancient Greece
Memphis once was a great city
in ancient Egypt
Now, do you know where I live?

New York Poets 800th Poem

Considering all the people there, it’s a big state!
Many members from New York have talent that's great.
Poets hail from Syracuse, Rochester, Albany,
Plattsburgh, Scarsdale, White Plains, or Schenectady.
They may come from Niagara Falls or Binghamton,
or one of the five boroughs such as Bronx or Brooklyn.
From Long Island Sound, to as far west as Buffalo,
the poets from New York are the ones we should know.
These folks can write up a storm of impressive poetry.
Their fanciful works defy comparability.
They live anywhere between Yonkers and Utica.
The numbers of their great poems are a plethora.
So we salute all our members from the Empire State
You are the people everyone can appreciate!

The Seventy-Sixers

When Philadelphians wanted to see a basketball game,
the “Warriors” was their first team’s name.
They had several players achieving great fame.
Familiar names included Joe Fulks and Paul Arizin.
They were joined by Tom Gola and Wilt Chamberlain.
However, it was in the year of 1962
when the NBA franchise packed up and bid adieu.
The only professional team Philadelphia would know,
moved their operations to San Francisco.

Therefore, Philadelphia was without a team for a year.
However, the Syracuse Nationals relocated here.
In the City of Brotherly Love, they took a new name.
The “Seventy-Sixers” were now playing the game.
They traded to bring Wilt Chamberlain back.
The offense sported a formidable attack.
Among the big names that were playing here,
were Chet Walker, Luke Jackson, and Hal Greer.
The city’s basketball fans were in seventh heaven
when their team became world champions in 1967.

A Lilt For Archimedes

Oh Syracuse, Syracuse,
A bright star born to you.
This genius of three was touched by a muse.
Pi, levers, bringing a king great mirth;
With his brilliance this man moved the earth.

Oh goddess of the moon,
Indelible event!
Your festival doth give cause to swoon.
Circles, a shadow, slain dead in the sand;
A horror to mask even an enemy's land.

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