Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as it was commonplace to see
in the medina not strapped for cash
kif from the Rif sellers
in the souk smoking hash
the country lacked law and order
no sooner said than escorted
back to Ceuta across the border
funny now in retrospect but not then
how when we blew out on the Sirocco
tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar
were deported without ceremony from Morocco
Traveling far, far away from home
Leaving family and friends to roam
Did not expect changes it would bring
To a life feeling apathy’s sting
Had much pity from which to borrow
Saw no bright future into tomorrows
Never thought to make goals or form dreams
Caught in a trap of daily routines
Knew nothing beyond my locale
Blind to the avenues I had
Just going along with old pals
Digging cars, music, and gals
Trying to hide distress was not smart
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart
I feigned joy but was acting a part
No one knew the deep sigh in my heart
Then one day to my utter delight
When out of the dark came a light
Circumstance and good fortune teamed
With opportunity to redeem
From plateau low to mountain heights
Life beyond the status quo plights
Came like a shot from a crossbow
Hitting with a decisive blow
Now have traveled from shore to shore
Lived in six states, flown over more
Earned three degrees along the way
Proud of my military days
Life Beyond the Status Quo
Traveling far, far away from home,
Leaving family and friends to roam,
Did not expect changes it would bring,
To a life feeling apathy’s sting.
Had much pity from which to borrow,
Saw no bright future in tomorrows,
Never thought to make goals or form dreams,
Caught in a trap of MUNDANE routines.
Thought hiding my distress very smart,
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart,
I feigned joy but was acting a part,
No one knew the pain was so distraught.
Then one day to my utter surprise,
When out of the blue an answer came,
Circumstances and good fortune teamed,
With opportunity to redeem.
From plateau dim to mountain glow,
To life beyond the status quo,
Like an arrow shot from a taunt crossbow,
Hitting the target with precise blow.
Cy’s plans are diabolical said the angel Mu
Sneed her devil side was horrified too
What can we do? They asked. What can we do?
She was determined, sly witch Cyber Lou.
The devil said I usually go along with a plan
But Cy's ideas are totally out of hand.
They go way too far, it simply is not right.
We won’t go along without a fight.
Mu was shocked. They never agreed.
But this time he was in sync with Sneed.
They both whispered into her ears at night.
But she embellished her plan, made it tight.
Not listening is her favorite trait I guess.
I don’t know how to change it, I confess.
Mu and Sneed teamed up again to try.
She rode away on her broom, that Witch nicknamed Cy.
teen magazine was popular in 1965 when I was thirteen
mom had Better Homes and Garden, Redbook and Women’s Day.
it was only right that my identical twin and I would have Teen.
mom’s magazines were about housekeeping; ours were about fashion.
we all wanted to grow up and become Sally Field or Tina Turner.
the Beatles shocked our parents on the Ed Sullivan Show.
folk singer mama cass’s voice and looks were known to all of us.
we were listening to the Beach Boys sing about California girls.
Los Angeles teen movie stars showed off mop-tops and Twiggy cuts.
daisies and yellow happy faces were sprinkled lavishly throughout.
subtle hints were showing us what to wear.
hip huggers and bell bottoms were in; plaids were out.
teen Magazine teamed up with Dick Clark’s American Bandstand.
together they taught us a bunch of dance moves.
the Loco-motion, watusi and smashed potato to name three.
our super models were Twiggy and we loved Sonny and Cher.
.
now we knew how to dress, how to dance and what to eat.
our favorite teens were advertising things we needed to be groovy.
we were eager to follow their lead, not having our own identity yet.
A hideous construction site
I pass most every day
Has been totally transformed
With student artwork on display.
A city council member
Teamed up with a local school
Having students sketch Manhattan,
Ending with results so cool.
The fifth-graders painted taxis,
Famous buildings, even food
And of course, our well-known statue,
All with New York attitude.
What a wonderful solution,
Turning urban building blight
Into such creative efforts,
To the neighborhood’s delight.
*Thanks to Council Member Julie Menin
and the 5th-grade students of P.S. 183
A walk down the road
Gave me a frightening sight
People around, brutal and atrocious
Are the reasons for such dark nights.
Innocent hearts, like one of mine
Were filled with sorrow and misery
Humanity is now merely a word
And humanism, A memory.
The state can be ameliorated
The streets can be cleaned
If cruel ones are made better
And all Indian are teamed
No obstacle will be sizeable for us
And, a splendid future might be achieved
While assisting a friend in a cleanup project,
Our physical heads united in the worst way.
My friend and I were moving heavy concrete
that had the design of tombstones. Too heavy
to move one of them alone, we teamed up to move
one together. On opposite sides of the concrete,
my friend pushed, and I pulled. As we repositioned
our hands for a better grip, we literally bumped heads.
It reminded me of the, "Come; Stay", standoff in
the ET movie. Love and affection were strong.
Nevertheless, both ET and the young boy stayed
in their own world and lived their own lives.
My wife and I were invited on a paid-for cruise
with friends. There was nothing in me that wanted
to go. But everything within me wanted to stay.
There was nothing more I needed to know.
But I did not know how to tell them so.
When I saw the joy in their eyes, for me
to decline would not have been wise. So, as
my heart was shouting "No!", my head said "Yes".
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From myths and science magazine.
A group of Entrepreneurs gathered in concern
Of present and future conditions.
They sought audience and fans alike.
They wished the people to be consumers of
there products.
They gave task to people among there circle.
They used there ability of research and command
To bring about ways to make interest in there
product. Believing that from each beginning; each
end starts to renew.And building there foundations
sub- and micro parts of the new organization,; they
sought outside help to illustrate there wishes
to the masses and millions who they wished to
gain fanship and support.
They created a symbol which awarded excellence.
They gave meaning to there products through the
support of there other offerings.
They created a symbol which meant best, and attached
It to the trophy-belt. They ranked performers best.
And placed the trophy somewhere to be found.
Contenders would look for the trophy; and have opportunity
To search. They had to overcome challenges. Bouts;feats
And challenges.when they had either defeated there opponents, they were teamed with partners.
I am thrilled for you
Really and truly I am
Loyal servant am I
And a fair-weather fan
I love that you wear
Your heart on your sleeve
When it comes to the sharing
Of what you believe
And although I may never
Stumble across
You out shopping, at a bus stop,
Or out dancing to Bros
I will really be sad
At the end of your reign
For I know this will never
Happen again.
You have led and encouraged
Set the tone for this place
Made your mark, you could say
More than sharing your face
On the money we spend
And the letters we write
You have been a consistent,
Glimmering light.
I hear that you laugh
Far much more than we see;
That you're joyful and cheeky
When you are able to be.
And my favourite moment,
As I'll tell you in heaven,
Was when you teamed up
with 007
I will ask of your thrones:
"Have you ever sat in 'em?"
Regardless, I'll say:
"You're still worthy of Platinum"
So a heartfelt congrats,
In a simple refrain..
All the best to you Ma'am
On your 70-year reign.
Jinjagoliath
2nd June 2022
We built some houses with some sticks,
And others built them with some straws.
We ran to houses built with bricks,
Running from a giant paw.
We ran down streets with police cars,
And flew up high with magic coats.
We raced with cars in streets of tar,
And in the sea with Pirate boats.
We talked to birds and talked to snakes,
And turned to trees with magic sticks.
We trod in heavens built of cakes,
You'd lick and lick and lick and lick.
We traveled far to outer space
Right inside a magic house.
Went back in time to see the place
Where Snowbell kissed a friendly mouse.
We changed tables to pots of gold,
And sought a Princess with a shoe.
We fought with men that were so bold,
Teamed up with elves and made some shoes.
We had no time to think of needs,
And worry about gasoline.
I'd fly back to when we were kids;
If I can get a time machine.
OLD TOWN PAST
Gone: the Market where cows sheep and pigs brought telling perceptions
The images, noises and smells of the farms to the town
The tweeded farmers with leathery limbs and faces
And gaiters of deepest sheen in a rich chestnut brown
Flaxen ropes, billhooks, pitchforks enough for a peasants' uprising
Spread along the High street and over the Corn Exchange square
While Newport Street furnished inns for all thirsts' reviving
And above all, the clock tower made skyline iconic and fair
Then was school run not protected, chauffeured, in cars
But raced, skipped or dawdled through field, street, market, rail station
Our little world teamed with action, unscreened - no bars
Of health and safety; adventure without filtration
In that world we seemed in different incarnation
Can we thus discern immortality's intimation
James Last and Jackie Rae
teamed up to pen a song from yesterday.
This pleasant tune that was so fine,
was recorded by two artists in 1969.
Andy Williams and Petula Clark
sang great versions that were right on the mark.
Both got famous and received lots of airplay.
The two releases remain popular today.
This song that went high on the music chart,
was none other than "Happy Heart".
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give.
Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost through a sieve.
I swore to rebuild our earthen dam,
and hold the waters at bay.
Your dream found a different plan,
left nothing more to say.
Race, now long finished, deemed total loss..,
left my prideful soul entreating.
Waste heart's song diminished, too high the cost,
ask why the day so fleeting.
Last candle's light gleamed in his glowering gaze,
Write journal'd fate, no answer would he belie,
September's temper teamed in shortened days,
to kiss late remember'd lips good-bye.
A woman of great strength and resolve
Major accomplishments and successes
Defeats being nothing but hurdles
Following the 2009 presidential election
Hillary teamed up with President Obama
To make an impact on the political scene
She picked herself up her head held high
Turning the page… when came 2016
The people had spoken and Hillary
Attended Donald Trump’s inauguration
Tweeting "I'm here today to honor
Our democracy & its enduring values,
I will never stop believing
In our country & its future."
Hillary always will be a classy first lady!
Submitted on March 9, 2019 for A POSITIVE HILLARY CLINTON POETRY CONTEST sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSIN - HONORABLE MENTION
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