Good morning New Jersey; how are ya
Say I was in the corner of your state one time
I bought five dollars and I gassed up
It was in a gas shortage and I was in my prime
You sold me another five dollars when I returned
Cause the first five dollars was already burned
Then you told me where to find Fort Dix
Where they court marshalled my brother just for kicks
Tennis balls sit like little green eggs
on top of the Catholic school across the road
while pre-teens flirt in the parking lot,
then go to school and pray.
The roof on the church next door
goes green with envy, suppressed
by stone crosses who cast
harsh judgment on the green.
Meanwhile, the local birds bathe and drink
from rainwater baths on the caps of supermarkets,
and gossip.
The trees are uninterested. They chat, and shed
the current season's fashions, revealing mansions
hidden before.
The highrises stand guard, like sentinels.
The word is out.
Winter is coming, with glorious sheets of white,
whose beauty will eventually
be tarnished by the madness
of the city.
Joe, that is a wonderful piece.
Kudos to Joe and Egar a day late. Dys was there too, with memories he doesn't talk about very often.
Oh, my Gawd, Diane. Love your new avatar.
Ahem. I didn't intend to break the spell nor the solemnity of things. Yes, all the poetry here is a testament to creative minds.
I been kinda coastin' a few days.
A Fall Evening
Moonlight spun webs of silver balm
and wrapped the land in restful calm;
The night chill crept across the stream
while birds in the trees dared to dream.
Hi, BBB. Good poem. The first two lines are particularly good.
Cav: very nice.... you and I are having a green theme.
J
Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell Cav how much I enjoyed his latest.
I have a great view of the city from the 10th floor, and I am up early, so I am experimenting with using it for inspiration.
I don't mean to ignore anyone, I love so many of the lines here, Edgar taking the splash home (!) and BBB having the chill creep across the stream(!!) such fine words......... Cav, you are getting your inspiration from a rooftop view, I'm getting it from this thread......
I am so tired tonight but here goes without edits,,,,,,,,
The first word on the paper
looks lonely for a moment
then leads the pencil over and around
the next wet syllable
j
I still hang my hat upon the hour
As though I were a young man
I carry my lady a flower
Wearing a vase for a hand
There's a goldenrod in the shadow
A meadow lark in the sun
There's a smile for my lady willow
And the morrow's race to run
Winter has arrived early
Albuquerque's first winter storm arrived early:
Gusts of wind and splats of rain
like smallpox pits on the ground
but this night's storm scars remain
in the morning to be found.
Leaves giving up the valiant fight
to cling to twisted baren bows
their screams heard throughout the night
dawn echos their final howls.
I wrote this on another thread - but given that it was a spontaneous parody, plus it is soooooo topical, it should appear here as well
Dumbya Dumbya,
where have you been ?
I've been to London
to see the <insert adjective of choice here> queen
Dumbya Dumbya,
what did you do there ?
I got blown by Tony Blair
Under the chair !
Gautam
I am shocked! Shocked, I say, to learn that you are a pretty good poet. Good morning.
Mid November:Where are my robins?
I've been waiting all the year.
There are times my friends briefly stop in;
In 2002 they lived here.
In flocks, fat as chickens, on the ground,
In trees, on a wintry loom,
Through the bleak December did abound:
Cheery nodes to break the gloom.
And Top of the morning to you edgar !! Howdy ?
Wow...so many checking in today. Wonderful!
"Blow, wind blow, wherever you may go"
Tom Waits wails mournfully,
while the wind unleashes cold fury
upon the city.
Once proud power lines
now cower near the ground,
in fear of cruel retribution
for doing duty.
