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Weiner Mobile to School

The wiener mobile should be here at eleven I said.
My straight man principal’s blue eyes went up into his head
They will love it, I reassured him, and all students will be fed.
This happy day was arranged by my goofy cousin, bi-polar Ned.

Ned came tearing up in the first wiener mobile we had ever seen.
He gave me a super noogie, calling me a worry wort queen.
My students were horrified, on my cheeks there was more than a sheen.
Ned fed every child in the school, before he called me an idiot bean.

Worry Wort Nancy

Nancy was a professional worrier, afraid of what the wind might be bringing
She worried the oak tree limb might fall down while we were swinging
She feared that if she stopped holding the ceiling, it would fall to the floor.
I would tell you other stories, but I fear I might bore you if I told you anymore.
She never has fun, cannot relax and live any kind of life.
This was said by a man who could not make her his wife.

Death of Paradise

Eden grassy walls stood stark, 
In the noble bowers, of bending day
luscious fruit-in tempestuous talk 
The inaccurate gaze led them astray.

Eve with picturesque temptress voice 
Put in Adam's mind the godly tyrant. 
Repentance implicit in her silence 
She joins the wanton seductive serpent.

Infectious with death before the fall.
crawl with silken skin on Eden grassy verge
A devil who speaks transforms into Belial
upon his wounded knees the beggar surge.

For weed and wort, paradise was thwart. 
With disability, we live in the lesser part.
Erotic connotation the notion brought. 
Death of paradise portrayed from the start.

A place in dive bars and witchy urinal air
We fell into something drabber and daring.
Such modern methods may yet backfire. 
And generations may see lust-inducing. 

A threat of the demonic realm insane pain 
Haunting malady from the power of the air.
The creation reform movement formed again.
with the irresistible figure in the atmosphere.

Wild Lupines

I stumbled upon
a field of Lupines
and what a sight it was.
Proud spikes swaying
in the morning breeze
poking their colorful heads
above the wild grasses
and Oxeye Daisies,
delicate Fleebane
Queen Anne’s Lace,
Hawkweed and St. John’s Wort,
Large Bluets and Buttercups galore
all mixing in a meadowy display
showing off their beauty
in a Summertime way
that gave me pause
and made me realize
how Nature’s randomness
of flowers and vines and bushes and trees
create the most amazing magnificence
where every living thing
sits side-by-side, never competing
never complaining, never repeating
comely and divine, a work of art sublime
that would all change come tomorrow
but today this was all mine.

Accomplished

Touched by the encouragement
   by my friends and family closest
Honoured by the crowded
    awarded for my hard work and time for all its worth
Anticipated by the world
    opportunities arrive and organizations plea
Nurtured by my culture and education
    brought up in a good background and town
Kept my faith and hopes high
     trusted in God and walked the plank
Still protected by the Lord
     with a long life string in His hands

Just the Way You Are

 
I say do
you say don't
you say will
i say won't

you talk a little
i talk a lot
you, calm
me...not

I will argue
you will discuss
you walk away
while i'll fight
and fuss

i am a worry wort
i question everything
you have a modow....
Reveal nothing

But,
as a team?
We are a well
oiled maching
doing our parts
responsably

yet,
if one asks
how we made it
so long, 
the answer is 
simple..
Time flies by
and the years
are gone

now here we are
20 years has passed
are we weaker
or stronger is
the question
we ask

one things for sure
as we lok in the
mirror..
I have gray hair
and you have 
no hair
we laugh at our 
differences as
we each say......
I LOVE YOU

Book Love

Books are beautiful

Full of love and light

Taking us on journeys

A fantasy or reality flight

Immersing us in wonder

Showering down on us light

Books are wort their weight in gold

Books define my whole life.

Sermon On the Mouth

SERMON ON THE MOUTH
Mary Grace Dembeck

My ear is a garden I oft must weed out,
Lest all sorts of bract and wort blossom and sprout,
Purple-hued prose cultivates moss among us,
Encouraging lobes and canals to grow fungus.

It spreads creeping roots that encircle the brain,
Squeezing out any good thoughts that remain...
So please, when you're speaking, try not to be coarse,
You'll just generate spiny thistles and gorse.

Prune out your lingo, use less fertilizer,
When seeding my ears with your muck, 
Be a miser.
Vile language won't prove you're more ripe and mature
And you'll just attract maggots 
With all your manure.

Dream

I have a dream to become what I want to be 
I have hope that I will Climb up one day..
I have a dream to be a brave man some day.
I have a dream to be different...
I have a mission to match my vision.
I don't want want to give up before trying.
That an excuse I don't even want to try it.
But am nervous..
I don't want to try..
It like I should cry..
But still yet I don't want to give up on my dreams.
I don't want it to pass..
Dreaming alone don't work out.
I dream only when I sleep..
But with goal 
It like I have a mission 
To match my vision...
But when it gets dark 
I get braver 
When it gets dark I get wiser...
I don't  want to give up..
Even if I die trying. 
It wort fighting 
Who has a dream?

Furore Poetica

To collage in words, or with paper?

I  dream  and imagine 
caught in a zone of longing
to splash mediums, textures, 
affirmative words 
instill the essence of life's poetic fire
on a blank background.

On my table, a boskiness  of  trees
is, with darkest  leaves,
twisting across stone-wort rocks.
Mossy, dank and dappled in owl light,
the  source of life hangs, elixir-like. 

Calliope dances, 
silver bell trees bloom above star asters
Canterius,  halts motion
in a demivolte of stone 
There, where  hippogriffs have taken flight-
Epicamus' stand in waiting
for some distant cipher
to begin life.

A strange petalody
awaits blue flowering-paper- 
shaped, painted and glued
seem lifelike-
but there is no fragrance,
no fragility, and no
secret unfolding.

I am no God.

For Frank Herrera's  Practiced Passion  
Collage and Visual Poetry
PRACTICED PASSION
Contest Judged:  11/21/2016 10:59:00 AM
4th Place.

We Are

Liebe ist ein Wort mit vier Buchstaben , aber so ist Hass. You look at this sentence and you don’t know what it means. 
I look at you and I don’t know what you’re thinking so why do we try so hard to struggle through something we don’t know? Well I will tell you what the sentence says then maybe you’ll get something off your chest. 
                           Love is a four letter word but so is hate.
 Love and hate are two opposites yet they have the same amount of letters, me and you could be exact opposites yet we breath the same air, so does it really matter who’s better. Keep that thought in the back of your mind, and remember we breath the same air as a dying man that just breathed his last, or the born child who just breathed their first. So no matter how different, we are.

We’re all just a simple six lettered word. HUMANS

Orchard

Climbing the other side                                                      
	  of the valley, to the old orchard,
	  finding and rejoicing 
	  in a pasture 
	  completely blanketed in
	  long stemmed Blue bells, 
	 whose heads folded over like tiny bells
	 and  stems when
	 gently pulled, allowed 
	 you to suck out a sweet sharp sap,
	 in our joy we would pick, 
	great, as far as
	 the arms could reach,
	bundles of  flowers
	to take home 
	this wasn’t encouraged,
	other times the
	 orchard provided 
	for our awe,
	tall waving, strong yellow flowered,
	 deep green slender leafed daffodils,
	or we discovered the hill
	 blanketed in 
	giant primuli of many luscious colors         
                nestled in the grass 
	Even the hedge rows revealed 
	 secrets, dock leaf spiny wort
                wild holly hock or rhubarb 
                 leafy plants and vines,
	so many different shapes  and kinds,
	but watch the stinging nettles, 
	they got you with red,
                Have to be scratched wields. 
	Memories of foxes, rabbits, 
	 Newts loping or 
	scurrying out of
	 our joyous passing.

14 For All

14 for all
1God 
4rules (l.o.v.e) for all

4rules
L.lift
O.others
V.value
E.earth

1 God
God is in everyone
God is everywhere 
Ever wonder how powerful
An inner self can create
Out side
Here you can lift another
Be in touch with your
Soul there lies you and God
Unseen yet felt, as God
Image shows as you

1God 4rules for all
L.o.v.e
It be the God
Love it be the 
4rules of life
As it is a way
To live on which
With out life
Is not wort it
With no sense

1God 4rules for all
L.o.v.e
Four letters
With a spiritual 
Moral values of life
In God(love) 
i base my
Believe
It 4rules I sworn
Never to keep a secret
Till is time for the unknown
Just like the number 14
1God 4rules

Frage Mit Unerwartetem Ende

ich würde meine Worte
lebend begraben
in ein schweigsameres Schweigen
als deines
und tiefer noch als der Tod
noch undurchdrungen
in all seiner Tiefe

doch was für ein Mensch
könnte ich noch beanspruchen
zu sein
auf keinen Fall 
einer

oder nicht mal jetzt weißt du
dass einen Dichter nicht die Worte töten
sondern ihr Nichtaussprechen

er weiß nicht so schön zu Schweigen
so schmerzvoll - gedrückt
so wie du über meiner Seele schweigst
Grabstein

kalte Steinplatte
was machst du dann 
wenn sie dich von einem Ende 
an das Andere befällt
die Sehnsucht nach dem Wort

Traducere: Renate Müller

Just the Way You Are

I say do
you say don't
you say will
i say won't

you talk a little
i talk a lot
you, calm
me...not

I will argue
you will discuss
you walk away
while i'll fight
and fuss

i am a worry wort
i question everything
you have a modow....
Reveal nothing

But,
as a team?
We are a well
oiled maching
doing our parts
responsably

yet,
if one asks
how we made it
so long, 
the answer is 
simple..
Time flies by
and the years
are gone

now here we are
20 years has passed
are we weaker
or stronger is
the answer we 
grasp

one things for sure
as we lok in the
mirror..
I have gray hair
and you have 
no hair
we laugh at our 
differences as
we each say......
I LOVE YOU

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