America is a free land
Where citizens work smart and hard,
An excellent place for a band.
Everyone kind and full of heart.
So nice to have a flat, green yard.
Americans work with their hands.
A safe country for which they guard,
America the fast, free land!
Be sure to lend a helping hand.
It's not hard to send a greeting car
When Fourth of July feasts command.
Thriving citizens who work so hard!
For two-five-oh years, off the charts!
The territory rolls so grand!
All of our music playing's starred.
An excellent place for a band!
The stars and stripes make a grandstand
With yummy barbecue grills charred.
And beaches from host to coast sand.
Everyone so kind and full of heart!
I would never try to discard
The honest values of the heartland
That we hold in lofty regard
In this grainland with its store-brand.
America is a freakin' free land!
Did the Yankees win?
Without sin
Challenging monarchy rule
Characterizing King as a fool
Escaping angry courts
Exploring adventurous ports
They came to a new world
Searching for patriotic pearls
Combatting rag tag war
Against red coated boars
Who thought they knew best
Putting rebellious subjects under arrest
Charging them for throwing tea
Into the Boston Harbor Sea
Defined as freedom of speech
Protest reached
Many others
American brothers
Wanting representation when taxed
Stating facts
Until the royals surrendered
Historians remember
Two hundred miles of driving
For tomorrow’s concert date,
Where we’ll watch our grandson play trombone
And get to celebrate.
It’s quite a feather in his cap
To make the state-wide band
And anyone with grandkids
I am sure will understand.
We never know how many
Chances in the years ahead
We might have to make these efforts;
I will leave “until” unsaid.
So we’re rolling on the highway
With our trusty brand-new tires,
Glad to be a part of this event
Before our time expires.
Two hundred and forty-nine years of freedom, away from our oppressors
Let’s celebrate big time with fireworks, friendship and food
Let your orange, white and greens fly high and proud
Pledge to protect peace, unity and diversity
India is here, India is cheer, we are one, strong and fit.
Twp hundred and forty-nine years of freedom, away from our oppressors
August the fifteenth is our day to fly our flags and shine.
To show that we value democracy and appreciate our freedom.
Patriotism will be in full swing, our food and friendships will flow.
We will show our pride in ourselves and each other.
I would pay two hundred dollars for this piece of art
Because I never pay more than that, due to one fact
I am an artist, who has over sixteen hundred paintings of my own
This one is prettily painted, so she would earn my top dollar
which is always and forever two hundred dollars.
Because I can duplicate almost any painting
Unless it is a landscape, which I have no desire to paint
I have never liked them, never will; do not want them around
Weirdly enough, my mother’s paintings of choice were all landscapes.
One first flight, Columbia’s name.
Seven souls aboard, bound for fame.
Six days, then ten, experiments thrive,
Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive.
Sixteen days, the Earth they skim,
Reentry calls—light fades dim.
Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound,
A breach unseen, the heat unwound.
1.67 pounds, a foam unseen,
Pierced the wing, unstitched the dream.
40 miles high, the flames collide,
Mach eighteen, as heat did stride.
Mach fifteen—a fiery scream,
The air ignites, the fragile seams.
Seven names, carved deep in space,
Their sacrifice, a lasting grace.
At 9:00 a.m., a nation cried,
29 months, the fleet must bide.
Tick-tick, sigh-sigh, hush-hush—we wait.
Columbia’s legacy will navigate.
Eighty dreams and the minds they fed,
We honor the fallen, their voices not dead.
Ludwig von Beethoven
German extraordinaire
composed music for forty-five years
seven hundred and twenty-two works of brilliance
first performance at age seven
deafness did not stop his genius
an inspiration
Santa is humming as he checks over his list next to the snow.
What song is that? Asks Blixen, who truly does not know.
Not sure, Dancer answers, but this year we do not have to go.
We are going Dancer and Prancer informed them, even if we are slow.
We are too old, argues Blixen, and Comet falls into place too.
Let’s let the young reindeer have a chance; like that youngster Phew.
We will slow down Santa, I can barely fly two hundred and two.
Santa says “Come on, fellows, you have more good years in you.”
So the original reindeer get ready for another worldly trip.
They fly fast and furiously, like a well-honed rocket ship.
When they return home, they have cookies and a tiny sip.
Of egg nog and liquor, and Blixen does a happy upside down flip.
Sumthang wrong wiff dez words
They give know direction
To me and you
Hypertheticail thoughts
They don't tell me
What I gotta do
Ribeye, broccoli, and potatoes
Cup of gravy on the side!
The Carney, sorney
Tater, broccoli and
Meat special
Now we know
The garlicky, onion,chivey
Sun dries tomatoes
With olive oil roasted
Red pepper and bacon,
Cream cheesed
Scalloped potatoes.
Where inspired by a
Lonely man begging a
Woman for a date.
The night he scored they
Dined on these dishes.
She made him to harvest
His cattle
Potatoes
Pick the broccoli
And pick the
Apples for the
Turnover
She said she:d
Marry him if he
Planted seven
Peach trees
Seven blackberry bushes
And seven rows of
Lavender
She asked for
Twenty male quails
And fourty hens
She'd consimate
If he bought
Jersey cows
Two females
and one male.
And seven rows
Of mulberry
To make scented soap.
He complyed!
They married before
A orchestra of sixty
And seven vocalist
The preacher wore purple
And ate
Red snapper and apple pie.
Not really a big number. less than half the number
of pennnies needed to buy a Big Mac without fries.
But uncovering the remains of 215 children at
the Kamloops Indian Residential School, run by
the Catholic Oblates of Mary Immaculate Order
staggered my mind. Then I realized this was one of
hundreds of schools, and when you do the math,
thousands of children have died under our “care.”
Forget the fries, much more than an apology is needed
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tercets
Braxton H. Gardner of north Kentucky,
progenitor of our family tree.
His marriage date was 1833.
Braxton Charles S. Gardner from our archive,
was his youngest son, born in ’45.
He barely recalled his father alive.
Barney Braxton Gardner, uncle of mine;
his sister, my grandma, mother of nine.
My father was namesake of his blood line.
Barney Braxton Jolly born in ‘11,
married his sweetheart in ’37.
These four have died and look down from heaven.
Ruth Braxton Jolly, that’s me, data fount;
only female in this list tantamount
of Braxtons quite an accomplished head count.
Darren Braxton Poteet, my younger son,
Braxton Lee Poteet, age 14, grandson
complete my list of six kinfolk Braxton.
November 18, 2020
as I got older
my brain started going south
so I rotated my bed
two hundred and seventy degrees
to the left
going west towards California
now I feel younger, more alert,
more liberal and free
Two hundred steps to
The mouth of truth
Open up that gaping maw
Crack wide the snapping jaw.
In its eye no mystery
Just a need
A need to consume
And strip my costume.
Violins play as I walk
I'll learn your insides next
I'll be a student of your teeth
An apprentice of true relief.
in respect love's there in love respect's there too both are of two hundred
Poem after poem, "two" words by three
I count about a "hundred" rhymes
And I keep writing, "and" I keep rhyming
Convinced I'll be "going" for as long as I live
Because I am "strong" in my words
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