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Chicken Salad and Dandelions

                  ……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins……

                 
                  Alas, corn on the cob, cool drinks, gone! 
                  Our choice summer, sang its last song.
                  Children had their day in the hot sun.
                  Sandcastles alone, one by one. 

                 

                  Baseball diamonds bare of loud cheers.
                  No loud shouts for “cold beer, here”!
                  Firecrackers, feet dug in sand.
                  Nor a dance, by our city’s band.

                 

                  Not one silver kite, will shine on high.
                  Farewell, soft, endless, summer skies!
                  Fragrance of our beloved flowers,
                  We shall smell in chilled, winter’s hours!



                                    10/29/2022


                                  Quatrain A,A,B,B
                                     8 words/line

Addenda~ Leader of Great Books of the Western World said:
    “ This reminds me of Thomas Wolfe and Ray Bradbury,”

Paris Down Under

Paris Down Under


I heard the thunder
all the kangaroos hid
children screamed in fear
the witch, her brew asunder

I calmed the innocent
peace is within my sphere
I danced with a Wolfe
Birds took a glance at philosophy

A druid mumbles
give peace a chance
I swallowed a lemon
said are crazy Sheilas in sanity?

Life full of questions
answers fly in the wind
just remember these wise words
ignore the ugly echo's

of skeletons in the wind

The Storm

In 1880, Pierre Cot built a trusty art out of lunacy.
Myriad experts debated the topic of roots vagary.
A puerile idol's skirt serves as an umbrella in a downpour.
The New York Museum's Catherine Wolfe bought it and bears more.
Very famous, many people have tried to copy this quite core

1ST Place Contest Winner

Written: February 1st, 2022

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/435997

A STRAND (1068) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Angel In Waiting

What stirs within the buried heart,
what lies beneath the whim

What Seraphim have yet to pray,
 what sinners yet to sin

What hides within those thoughts that stray,
what leaf remains unturned

What stirs within the buried heart,
what voice unclaimed—unheard


(Dreamsleep: December, 2021) 
‘Tribute To Thomas Wolfe’

Adapting To Change

Adapting To Change
Written: by Miracle Man
January 18, 2021

God gave man ability to adapt to change,
It's the only thing in life that's never ending.
We're often suffering through times of disarrange,
while fighting change, instead of yielding or bending.

From inception man begins his march toward death,
encountering and adapting to change each day.
Up until the time of coming his final breath,
survivors adapt to the change that comes their way.


Teaching Your Children About God
“Prayer is less about changing the world
than it is about changing ourselves”
David J. Wolfe

Pocahontas

Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm

Silken Planes

"Silken Planes"



Simplicity in silken planes
Silence took a flight of fancy
Sensate entranced me






"Flatlands" / Lannegan & Wolfe
https://youtu.be/pq47_j82iEo













"Flatlands" / Lannegan & Wolfe, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Mark-lanegan-flatlands-lyrics














LUX VITAE

BELIEVE





https://youtu.be/xubCItLvNhE

Pocahontas

Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm

Disco Inferno

Heat in the poet’s haiku night
Sexyku is the new alright
Baby baby is a new disco inferno
Burn baby burn
Love needs the heat
Music makes it all so sweet
Taste the bourbon
Taste the life 
You should all be dancing
Life is so alright
Forget the strife, forget what’s not right
Seekers run amok
Fake news is the new preacher’s lot
You should all be dancing
Life is about love
Sharing and caring
Disco inferno with Travoltas’ flair
Let’s get down, let’s boogie, its only fair!
Clear the air
Burn the preachers
It’s a disco inferno
Burn the judges, burn the prophets
Take a dollar out of Jehovahs’ wallet
Buy the drunk a drink
The good lord will know who is who
Who it is who stinks like an old smelly shoe
It’s a disco inferno
Feel the heat
The sheep is in disco disguise
Trust me on Grimms’ verse
Fairy-tales speak in whispers and ring often true
Is the Wolfe who is the nurse
The sheep so white the devils curse
Humanity looks to the sky
As evil doers wonder why
To the judges our masters and our keepers
We shout
We are free

Of Trumps mockery

My Son

Come out with me tomorrow
And do the things we said we'd do 
Let me make my words have a little truth 
Empty promises I said I'd keep
And days of waiting past
Let me show you my little son 
The world I think is mad

There's reasons I didn't take you
When I set off from home 
How could I bring a sons corpse back filled with broken bones
War it is a scary thing and my son I pray for you
I hope that in your life time, about war you have no clue
Fire blood and violence 
And natives always die 
But by my own sons graveside I said I'd never lie 
And that's the reason my young boy why you stayed at home
As your pappy and the other men stood next to old Wolfe Tone.
ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF FIGHTING
And still there will come more
This Ireland we all fight for better be worth the war
I've seen families torn apart
And old women cry 
All in the name of freedom
And a clear silent night.

Murder On Rue St Louis

It was a hot humid muggy evening
The festivities were just starting
Inebriated souls, and the smell of Cajun cooking
The moon was sitting idly by, waiting for her role

The smokey flavor of the night’s meal
Sifting scents pleasing,
The mixture of perfume and gourmet
Evil lurking just underneath

The flowers were radiant
Laughter permeates the air
Then the little ones, with beguiled charm
Cut through the social soirée

Blood spurts from body parts
The killing fields of St Louis
As patrons and saints are slaughtered
Like lambs

I feel the callus cut of the knife
As my fingers fall to the ground
I know the evil stench of horrors
Has only begun to spread

Like the roots of sinister wine
Bordereau is the prison of the mind
The lamb is now the Wolfe
Montcalm would never fair well

As limb and leg fall slain
I cry out in horrific pain
For the battle of St Louis
I have been murdered in vain

The Consequences of Typos

The Consequences of Typos

By Elton Camp

A typo can be far from a minor thing
Discredit and rejection it can bring
See what such errors might have meant
And if these would have gone to print

This book from Papa wouldn’t be
With the title, “Old Man and the See”
Faulkner’s book would we be spying
If it was sent out, “As I lay Lying?”

If typed, “Beast of Eden,” we would expect
Rejection and “Oh heck!” from Steinbeck
“The Little Boxes” would never do
Lillian Hellman the results would rue

If called, “Look Homeward Angle,”
Wolfe, a publisher would never wrangle
If the typo was “Of Lice and Men,”
Steinbeck badly disappointed again

If called “The Ramen” by Edgar Poe
The printing house would’ve said “No”
If  a publisher a writer does need
It pay to very carefully proofread

Love Lost

LOVE LOST
BY: JOHN WOLFE

i'm sitting here with tears in my eyes
but i swear that there is only one reason why 
it is for a girl who my love for is true
but when i think of her my heart feels so blue
i wish that she felt the same love as i 
but since she dont again my heart wonders why
i lye here again all alone here at night
but again for het love im not afraid to fight
my love for her has come at a majoir cost
and it can just be explained as only love lost

Lieing Death

LIEING DEATH
BY: JOHN WOLFE

when i go to sleep your the one in my dreams
but when i wake up my soul begins to scream
because i know how bad you were for me
i know that now we'll no longer be
i can not take you back cuz i know that you'll lie
and if you lie to me again then tonight i'll have to die

Soul-Less

SOUL-LESS
BY:JOHN WOLFE
when i look at my leg i think of you
and how the razor blade made our love true
the razor carved your name in my leg 
and when everyone sees it it;s like its the plague
the plague that eats a everyones soul
is the same plague thats made our love whole
i know that now you may not love me
but i hope that soon together we'll be

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