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PotW 12/12/09 Easy-LSM, “IN HONOR OF PEARL”
easyliksundaymorn is this week’s pick. easy is a solid supporter and participant here at CAP and an important part of the balance we enjoy here . . . his background and continuing life experience brings subjects to post which sometimes lead us through a field of nature’s bounty, sometimes lead us to find our own observations and feelings about some very serious subjects . . . write/ ride on my friend . . .
IN HONOR OF PEARL
In they came wave after wave,
each sailor trying, his ship to save.
Just like their flag they came at sunrise,
catching our boys totally by surprise.
In they came wave after wave,
Zekes, Vals and Cates, all carrying deadly fate.
By the time we knew, it was to late.
Mighty ships sinking to their grave.
In they came wave after wave
Bombs finding targets, something they crave.
The devastation was starting to a mass,
how much longer could this last.
In they came wave after wave,
our fighting men on this black Sunday
resisting where ever they could.
Why the attack, no one understood.
In they came wave after wave,
while the smoke clog the air,
and the bodies filled the water,
trying to finish an all out slaughter.
In they came wave after wave,
many injured, thousands lay dead.
It was explained by the man who led.
"A date which will live in Infamy"
In Honor of those brave Military people
who endured while being in harms way
By
© Easy-LSM
IN HONOR OF PEARL
In they came wave after wave,
each sailor trying, his ship to save.
Just like their flag they came at sunrise,
catching our boys totally by surprise.
In they came wave after wave,
Zekes, Vals and Cates, all carrying deadly fate.
By the time we knew, it was to late.
Mighty ships sinking to their grave.
In they came wave after wave
Bombs finding targets, something they crave.
The devastation was starting to a mass,
how much longer could this last.
In they came wave after wave,
our fighting men on this black Sunday
resisting where ever they could.
Why the attack, no one understood.
In they came wave after wave,
while the smoke clog the air,
and the bodies filled the water,
trying to finish an all out slaughter.
In they came wave after wave,
many injured, thousands lay dead.
It was explained by the man who led.
"A date which will live in Infamy"
In Honor of those brave Military people
who endured while being in harms way
By
© Easy-LSM
a good sound a good feeling
KLANG! klang! KLANG! klang!
the sound moves back and forth
requesting attention to its cause.
a silver melody being throw about
on streets and corners alike
causing passersby to pause.
a three legged stand made of wood
supporting a pot belly pot painted red
a chorus of peace on earth sublimely calls
a dark blue bonnet pulled tight
shadowing eyes that divulge a need
a nickle hits the edge and slowly falls
The sound ebbs your conscience
in to the season of the present
you just became a Santa Clause
By
© Easy-LSM
the sound moves back and forth
requesting attention to its cause.
a silver melody being throw about
on streets and corners alike
causing passersby to pause.
a three legged stand made of wood
supporting a pot belly pot painted red
a chorus of peace on earth sublimely calls
a dark blue bonnet pulled tight
shadowing eyes that divulge a need
a nickle hits the edge and slowly falls
The sound ebbs your conscience
in to the season of the present
you just became a Santa Clause
By
© Easy-LSM
Line
Somewhere there's a line drawn in the sand that says..
You can't give the ones you love a hug.
I wonder what the purpose of this line is?
I know this world would be a lot better place without it.
So many times after losing a friend.
I wish that line had not been there.
Because it has left a void deep in my soul.
Like seeing a painting not finished
Because the artist has passed on.
It's then I wish I had gotten that hug.
Princeofdreams ©
You can't give the ones you love a hug.
I wonder what the purpose of this line is?
I know this world would be a lot better place without it.
So many times after losing a friend.
I wish that line had not been there.
Because it has left a void deep in my soul.
Like seeing a painting not finished
Because the artist has passed on.
It's then I wish I had gotten that hug.
Princeofdreams ©
artefactual arrays advocated
the pulse is strong and unthready now
if fast
but there are many slipaways
and snatchaways
and crawlaways
and giveaways
every single night and day on earth
and probably not here nor near
but one never knows
and it is always prudent for you to leave a marker
a cairn
an artefactual array of words that have not been set down
your friends are many though some undiscovered
your enemies don't have to be
your life is an adventure of meeting and sharing
your bravery of initiative is always rewarded
if only for the strengthening
hate is a noose that never loosens
it is hard not to hate when evil strikes
but to hate is to let evil infect you
so for instance
if someone asks you for money
you will give them money or not
but if you give them something
it quiets the tsktsk inside
you really do wish them well
you wish them freedom from a parasite's bondage
and if you LOOK at them as at a friend
and put sincere emotion in your spoken word
Sorry
then the transaction monetary or not
is untawdry
and it means something
when you wake up tomorrow morning
and rev up the energy engine
sip something hot perhaps
prepare for battle-as-usual
you have the power to get yourself some kind of kiss:
dig out the letter with the exes and ohs
and zip back the time to its writing
or make a telephone call that is hard
because of pride
but rich
in possibility
or write a letter in praise to the editor
or water your plants with kissish water
or embrace your grampa's ghost
(he'll be thrilled)
or tell someone who's needy for victory
You Win
you'll have at least one more day
with more of a chance
of being a Keeper
if you write it down: what you want
if you write it down: a nice thing sought and gained
if you write it down: a sorrow eased with soft words
you make it realer than a pulse and longer lasting
if fast
but there are many slipaways
and snatchaways
and crawlaways
and giveaways
every single night and day on earth
and probably not here nor near
but one never knows
and it is always prudent for you to leave a marker
a cairn
an artefactual array of words that have not been set down
your friends are many though some undiscovered
your enemies don't have to be
your life is an adventure of meeting and sharing
your bravery of initiative is always rewarded
if only for the strengthening
hate is a noose that never loosens
it is hard not to hate when evil strikes
but to hate is to let evil infect you
so for instance
if someone asks you for money
you will give them money or not
but if you give them something
it quiets the tsktsk inside
you really do wish them well
you wish them freedom from a parasite's bondage
and if you LOOK at them as at a friend
and put sincere emotion in your spoken word
Sorry
then the transaction monetary or not
is untawdry
and it means something
when you wake up tomorrow morning
and rev up the energy engine
sip something hot perhaps
prepare for battle-as-usual
you have the power to get yourself some kind of kiss:
dig out the letter with the exes and ohs
and zip back the time to its writing
or make a telephone call that is hard
because of pride
but rich
in possibility
or write a letter in praise to the editor
or water your plants with kissish water
or embrace your grampa's ghost
(he'll be thrilled)
or tell someone who's needy for victory
You Win
you'll have at least one more day
with more of a chance
of being a Keeper
if you write it down: what you want
if you write it down: a nice thing sought and gained
if you write it down: a sorrow eased with soft words
you make it realer than a pulse and longer lasting
"TIME"
There are times when I stop and think about the future.
The future, the future the future.
I remember as a kid making a note of
The first time that sputnik launched into space.
I was in grade school.
I wrote my age and the year, 1957.
I’ve always been
Cognizant of time passing, fleeting.
Can’t hold onto it, where does it go?
Croce tried holding it in a bottle
Dunne tried to dream it away
Montauk, to stash it somewhere
Time passes, and in it’s subtlety
We, passing reflective darkened walls,
See our reflection as we pass
Viewing the face that has become a stranger.
Melting muscles appearing fatigued
Where energy still resides.
Time foreboding, frightening
Unwelcoming, not much to be done
Accept it and grasp it, let it be. Let it be,
Accent it with a flowery flavored mask and
Allow elusive time to have its play.
The future, the future the future.
I remember as a kid making a note of
The first time that sputnik launched into space.
I was in grade school.
I wrote my age and the year, 1957.
I’ve always been
Cognizant of time passing, fleeting.
Can’t hold onto it, where does it go?
Croce tried holding it in a bottle
Dunne tried to dream it away
Montauk, to stash it somewhere
Time passes, and in it’s subtlety
We, passing reflective darkened walls,
See our reflection as we pass
Viewing the face that has become a stranger.
Melting muscles appearing fatigued
Where energy still resides.
Time foreboding, frightening
Unwelcoming, not much to be done
Accept it and grasp it, let it be. Let it be,
Accent it with a flowery flavored mask and
Allow elusive time to have its play.
havasu healing . . .
homeless gravitate toward sun and sea air
finding their surcease of pain and care
seeking winter solace in lonely tidelands
sun kisses breezy embraces coastal sands
under soft winter rays they doze
appearances, the stuff of past woes
worry and stress set aside, appeased
days and nights of the afflicted are eased
so it is with the wounded and aging as well
the fight subsides with each outgoing swell
even long-since-dried-up ancient seas’ dunes
offer desert scape littered with solace runes
2009 Nov 25 5:05pm windnsea
finding their surcease of pain and care
seeking winter solace in lonely tidelands
sun kisses breezy embraces coastal sands
under soft winter rays they doze
appearances, the stuff of past woes
worry and stress set aside, appeased
days and nights of the afflicted are eased
so it is with the wounded and aging as well
the fight subsides with each outgoing swell
even long-since-dried-up ancient seas’ dunes
offer desert scape littered with solace runes
2009 Nov 25 5:05pm windnsea
Bus Ride With Lily
six year olds see our
world as an endless new day
while we fret it by
bmills
121609
world as an endless new day
while we fret it by
bmills
121609
Wedsku: cotton clouds
cotton clouds clinging
mountains’ reluctant release
but wait! more clouds come
2009 Dec 13 9:09am windnsea
mountains’ reluctant release
but wait! more clouds come
2009 Dec 13 9:09am windnsea
Smudge
Okay, this is my first time attempting this...
When in doubt smudge it
sweetgrass swirls in sage and smoke
honors the elders
MAW
12/16/09
When in doubt smudge it
sweetgrass swirls in sage and smoke
honors the elders
MAW
12/16/09
