"Your love never fails
never gives up
never runs out on me"
Friday, April 26, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
'Merica (Jr. Miss Performance)
I wrote this for Junior Miss (now Distinguished Young Women) three years ago.
Yes, I was one of those girls and NO, it is not a beauty pageant.
Enjoy.
America, land of opportunity
Equal Rights, life, liberty, happiness
Public schooling, Social Security
Freedom of speech, equal vote, all of us
Citizens search for new technology
advances in science and medicine
want money, power in democracy
search for answers in our urbanized din
Key to equal education found in
personal laptops! Mass produced shots for
single strand virus, rapid, mutating
Oh No! Hurry – found new virus – need cure!
Back to the grindstone, work, need more money
Study; perform tests. Who needs knowledge? Me!
Green Earth! Recycle plastic, paper, glass!
leave the chemical stuff in the landfill.
Need money? Change currency, it’s now trash!
Solved debt! Space trips got more money to kill!
Big business spends money to get their vote,
Promote candidate to get them, oops Us,
more money. Non- profits get grants, help buy coats.
Business buys vote, poor get money, not just dust.
Foreign policies work, countries eager
to ship goods through, on to Canada too!
we’re such friends, plus our coffers are meager
we’d rent State police, shut roads for them too!
America, land of opportunity!
Make a difference! Be all that you can be!
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Letters, the Old Fashioned kind, the Best kind
"Orange is for sunshine and citrus and gladness
for tiger lilies and boldness in the dark forest"
(From Me, especially for You)
- Found on the inside flap of a letter written to me by my darling mother
Thursday, April 4, 2013
During Childhood Fat Albert was My Idea of a Gentleman
Walking late last night,
after a Village party
with a friend and a dog,
conversation flew alongside the night air.
Catching up with close friends is something that I always enjoy doing.
Talked about dreams and desires,
plans and beginnings
history, experiences, a little pain.
We gave advice and listened
rescued a kitten
from a exuberant Apollo,
whom I refused to follow.
I lost some "Southern Charm" in a puff of smoke
reminisced on times that grew me,
and the people I thought knew me.
Gave and was given warmly welcomed hugs,
spoke to a friend I hadn't seen for a time.
Became morose and nostalgic, for just a moment
petting a dog, tempered like my dad
and remembered my Boo, my brother
sorely missed.
My Gentleman friend,
my walk companion, not the dog
hurried me away from some
"unsavory looking boys"
who ended up innocents
and shielded me from quickly
oncoming traffic.
That moment outside,
briskly treading the streets of the 'Scow
I traveled back to a
faded memory,
where gentleman wore red sweaters and said,
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Just a glimmer of an image,
a girl and a man
walking at twilight
the flicker of a light
-bulb, remembering his place,
Fat Albert turned to her and said:
"You know what you should be walking on this side of the street"
"Why? Is that some kind of macho thing?"
"No, it's just that, you know, the gentleman should walk on the side with the traffic, that way if a car like splashes mud or jumps the curb he can push the woman out of the way!"
placing her to the side they continued to walk,
and childhood me,
I sat and thought.
Years later, in a moment of chivalry
my Gentleman friend,
caught up in his thoughts
remembered a lesson,
some angel had taught him
and I traveled back to
that long ago afternoon,
where I formed my idea
of a Gentleman,
in Childhood.
after a Village party
with a friend and a dog,
conversation flew alongside the night air.
Catching up with close friends is something that I always enjoy doing.
Talked about dreams and desires,
plans and beginnings
history, experiences, a little pain.
We gave advice and listened
rescued a kitten
from a exuberant Apollo,
whom I refused to follow.
I lost some "Southern Charm" in a puff of smoke
reminisced on times that grew me,
and the people I thought knew me.
Gave and was given warmly welcomed hugs,
spoke to a friend I hadn't seen for a time.
Became morose and nostalgic, for just a moment
petting a dog, tempered like my dad
and remembered my Boo, my brother
sorely missed.
My Gentleman friend,
my walk companion, not the dog
hurried me away from some
"unsavory looking boys"
who ended up innocents
and shielded me from quickly
oncoming traffic.
That moment outside,
briskly treading the streets of the 'Scow
I traveled back to a
faded memory,
where gentleman wore red sweaters and said,
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Just a glimmer of an image,
a girl and a man
walking at twilight
the flicker of a light
-bulb, remembering his place,
Fat Albert turned to her and said:
"You know what you should be walking on this side of the street"
"Why? Is that some kind of macho thing?"
"No, it's just that, you know, the gentleman should walk on the side with the traffic, that way if a car like splashes mud or jumps the curb he can push the woman out of the way!"
placing her to the side they continued to walk,
and childhood me,
I sat and thought.
Years later, in a moment of chivalry
my Gentleman friend,
caught up in his thoughts
remembered a lesson,
some angel had taught him
and I traveled back to
that long ago afternoon,
where I formed my idea
of a Gentleman,
in Childhood.
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