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Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Woods dripping with Spanish moss and voodoo shrines
Down the hill from the oracle cave the hermit still declines
To give you the secret magic word you use to save the day
Find the sorcerer’s manuscripts then interpret what they say
Squandered youth, wild stormy stories, hidden truth of night
Dreams bring colorful vibrant myths, strong psychic insight
The realm inhabited by poetry and poets, invisible to some
Portrays life more intensely, gives clues to why we have come
It has been a real privilege to inhabit the place of the poets this April. Thanks to all who contributed and read.
Ancestral chieftain ritually bound to honor natural forces
Protect the seasons, the directions, the winds over the seas
Passing that mastery to students of physical magical realms
Thunderous laughter is carried and amplified on the breeze
Followed by flashing bolts of lightening, blinding light overwhelms
Read, write, recite poetry this April. Meet new poets to enjoy here.
Early years fill with nursery rhymes, stories designed to teach
Suspended between fictional characters dialog is made to preach
Current popular opinion, political outrage hidden between the lines
The villain and the hero match wits whilst the wicked witch opines
These morality plays change very little with the passage of time
Forces of good conquer evil and the story is set to rhyme
When you meet a character who comes straight from Mother Goose
You have discovered archetypal imagery that will help you to deduce
If you are the victim or the hero, the popular victor or the slimy creep
We all have parts to play, ego hiding under shadowy cover of sleep
The poetry train has almost arrived at the destination…May. Hop aboard for a poetic ride here.
Ruby and Her SistersThe Taylor sisters of Humble, Texas met tragedy early in life
Their mother died in childbirth leaving ten children in grief and strife
Their father rode a black horse around the oil field reading gauges
Recording the data from each well in production for very low wages
When their father killed himself at home he was discovered by his son
Who was only 5 years old. The deed could never be undone.
They had no preparation or reserves for this sudden change
Suicide had swept away home and security, memories forever stained
NaPoWriMo 2015
Poetry is the sport of the month in April. Please indulge yourself in all kinds of poetry here.
The candidates align on left and right with eager well lit faces
Chirping sound bites with sincere well tested spinning phrases
They will sprawl all over the airwaves, call your home and send mail
Proclaiming vague tattered arguments that strike everyone as stale
We will resume campaigns for presidential power through bribery
Lavish spending on election shenanigans supports the corrupt dynasty
To protect yourself from Republicans and Democrats you must be firm
Political parties spend like sailors spreading untruths to make you squirm
As they trot out their make up and their speeches, reject the fallacious
Look at the images they are projecting and recognize the mendacious
After the spending and insincere rhetoric we elect the same jerks
As if nobody has been paying attention to the way this all works
Enjoy poetry this month here. Take time to read and write some poems in April.
I ate my first artichoke in New Orleans in the French Quarter
I was a teenager on the town at Antoine’s, an establishment so fine
It arrived looking exotic, next to a giant bowl of melted butter
I was instructed in the art of thistle consumption, then treated to a sip of wine
I don’t remember the rest of the menu or what else we ate for supper
I decided to adopt flower tasting as a permanent feature of my lifestyle design
My parents didn’t bother with the labor intensive green gourmet delight
I liked the way it revealed itself, required each leaf to be a separate bite
I have a vivid memory of the atmosphere and the formal setting we had
It was fun to discover a dish I loved to eat, with the bonus that it irritated my dad
Poetry of all kinds can be found to read and enjoy during the month of April. Ride the poetry train here.
Windows of stained glass, gothic arches reaching down from heaven
Contain secret hiding places from which to see the world in procession
Between clouds and stars light years have passed uncounted, forgotten
Pathways of comets, trails of meteors falling to earth, and fools misbegotten
Bright illumination shines through the veils, the curtain, and the hidden door
While multitudes enrolled in rival schools of thought collapse into war
Youth, athletic performance, strength have become the peak obsession,
Playing games is a metaphor when competition is the prize possession
Poets and poetry are celebrated during the month of April here. Enjoy reading writing and reciting!!!
On stage alone declaring how holy is everything
Drama and grit in bohemian glory, unafraid, uncensored
Blazing through the living backwoods of words, bongos,
Coffeehouse in some village overflowing with reform
Of letters, of institutions, of all the powers who regulate
On fat asses that be in charge of declinations that articulate
Judgements for society not listening, nor daring to perform
Shocking truthful rage behind the masks worn as uniforms
Marching single file, lost in the mass shuffle of minds in thought
Keep the beat, a tribute to those poets who knew not what they taught
Ride the poetry train in April by boarding here. Enjoy reading writing and listening to diverse poets and beatnik bards.
Currencies and agricultural pursuits have exchanges
Changing times, political events, require sensitive gauges
To measure then analyze the progress we have to report
Comparisons to perfection are built on data that we all support
The withdrawal from nature has no column in this audit of value
The inexhaustible generosity of earth has unlimited virtue
Flowing steadily down from high places feeding the demands
Of a hunger impossible to satiate that nobody alive understands
Pioneers of wilderness and giants of industrial conquest
Bequeath to the future a desolate landscape, fully processed
Find your muse and write some poetry this month. Enjoy the work of diverse poets here.
Arcs of time and industry ebb and flow with innovating thrills
Cabinets filled with medicine bottles offering colored pills
Return the reflection with irony and mysterious vague glance
Rusting in the basement of chance, iron predators sing and dance
After thought of swimming in polluted water to the ship of rules
Most of the company parted in haste to avoid the jeering ghouls
Manufactured waste, canyons created by exhausted greedy souls
Sharply cut into the landscape, drill deeper holes, impossible goals
Ride the poetry train in April by reading, writing and hearing more poetry. Find new poets to enjoy here.