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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Postal - poemwriter: B. C. Edwards


Postal poemwriter B. C. Edwards

Amy, I was almost run down by a car
after buying my lunch today.
It was the postal police.
I was almost hit by
the postal police.
This
is not a joke.
There
is a police force dedicated to the postal service
(
the US Postal Service, mind you).They race around in cars,they chase down postal villains,
investigate postal crimes
unearth hidden postal agendas.
Conspiracies
that they bring to their postal lieutenants
who summarily tell them to let
it go, to stop obsessing,
take a vacation, some time off, you
’re too close to it,it happens to the best postal policeman, that’s what the lieutenants say.
(Potato soup and a chicken sandwich, if you
’re curious).
I think you should apply, Amy.
I think you would do well.
I think
they would give you a hat.
Something jaunty
that can handle your hair expertly.
You’d cover
the hat with stamps from every country in the worldThey would give you a pea coat, I think.
Like
the one that you’ve already got, but more policey.
You would look
******* great in that coat.
Not every country, mind you.
Just
the ones that sound like they have decent views
of
the country side
and a healthy attitude towards outgoing, independent women.

Commentary:
Poorly written tripe
not a good example of
the softness and flow of
the English language
No purpose
other than a rant
no feeling
whatsoever for life, love and duty
best way to improve it?
Delete it!




Thursday, June 11, 2015

Poem of the Month - July 2015 - At The Zoo - poemwriter: Paul Simon


- poemwriter: Paul Simon

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_the_Zoo
Someone told me
It's all happening at the zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it's true


It's a light and tumble journey
From the east side to the park
Just a fine and fancy ramble
To the zoo


But you can take the crosstown bus
If it's raining or it's cold
And the animals will love it
If you do
(If you do now)


Somethin' tells me
It's all happening at the zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it's true


The monkeys stand for honesty
Giraffes are insincere
And the elephants are kindly but
They're dumb


Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages
And the zoo keeper 

is very fond of rum

Zebras are reactionaries
Antelopes are missionaries
Pigeons plot in secrecy
And hamsters turn on frequently


What a gas,
you gotta come and see
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo
...
Commentary:
well.... here's something exciting
from something we're all familiar with
creation of something from nothing
a cultural treasure
one of many from Paul

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Charlie Parker -poemwriter - Campbell McGrath


Charlie Parker
poemwriter Campbell McGrath

Bird is building a metopolis with his horn
Here are the gates of Babylon, the walls of Jericho cast down.
Might die in Chicago, Kansas City's where I was born

Snowflake in a blizzard, pupose rose before the thorn.
Stone by stone, note by note, atom by atom, noun by noun,
Bird is building a metropolis with his horn.

Uptown, downtown, following the river to its source,
Savoy, Three Deuces, Cotton Club, Lenox Lounge.
Might just die in Harlem, Kansask City's where I was born.

Bird is an abacus of possibility, Bird is riding the horse
of habit and augmented sevenths. King without a crown,
Bikrd is building a metropolis with his horn.

Bred o the labor of it, built to claw an eye from the storm,
made fro the lowdown, the countdown, the breakdown.
Might die in Los Angeles, Kansas City's where I was born.

Bridge by bridge, solo by solo, set by set, chord by chord,
woodshed to penthouse, blue to black to brown,
Charlie Parker is building a metropolis with his horn.
Might just die in Birdland, Kansas City's where I was born.

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Commentary:
nice poem in form and function
full of stupid mistakes
verb "to be" not allowed (is, are, was, were)
word "the" allowed sometimes, but not often
"it" not allowed, ever




Charlie Parker
poemwriter: Campbell McGrath

Bird is building a metopolis with his horn
Here are the gates of Babylon, the walls of Jericho cast down.
Might die in Chicago, Kansas City's where I was born

Snowflake in a blizzard, pupose rose before the thorn.
Stone by stone, note by note, atom by atom, noun by noun,
Bird is building a metropolis with his horn.

Uptown, downtown, following the river to its source,
Savoy, Three Deuces, Cotton Club, Lenox Lounge.
Might just die in Harlem, Kansask City's where I was born.

Bird is an abacus of possibility, Bird is riding the horse
of habit and augmented sevenths. King without a crown,
Bird is building a metropolis with his horn.

Bred to the labor of it, built to claw an eye from the storm,
made for the lowdown, the countdown, the breakdown.
Might die in Los Angeles, Kansas City's where I was born.

Bridge by bridge, solo by solo, set by set, chord by chord,
woodshed to penthouse, blue to black to brown,
Charlie Parker is building a metropolis with his horn.
Might just die in Birdland, Kansas City's where I was born.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Poem of the Month - June 2015 - Leavin' on a Jet Plane


Leavin' on a Jet Plane
- poemwriter: John Denver

All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin'
It's early morn, taxi's waitin'
He's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Ev'ry place I go, I'll think of you
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

But, I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Great Teacher - by Bob Atkinson

The Great Teacher
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_del_Verrocchio

"... what makes a great teacher? ...
answer: the ability to help the student
learn for himself ..."

True Eye felt in life
no better calling one could find
teaching youth to teach themselves
was foremost in his mind

one can, with patient flowing hands
enamor students with lesson plan
yet, in more important simple terms
don't teach them stuff, teach them to learn

student at a college remarked
"they're teaching me not what's useful"
well, he didn't get true meaning here
was a mind gymnasium not fact depository

you can't learn all there is to know
that's impossible, a useless row
one can, on the other hand
learn a book index, like back of hand

research defined and narrowed down
will answer questions requiring facts
no field of life remains truly static
so flow your mind to stay emphatic

you may not understand an idea
but scrutiny puts your mind at ease
we feel so distant when unknowing
a transient situation flowing

nothing's distant from one's mind
a simple idea from time to time
set's itself in a pool of jelly
mired there, not clearly evident

yet, nothing hides from x-ray vision
that form of thought, a broad imposition
to branch down toward understanding
a challenge, not resistant to mind expansion

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Theme - by Bob Atkinson

Theme
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_criticism

many times in our lives
we live a story of
an overanxious inebriate
or pup with puppy love

we see ourselves as absolute
see truth with blinded faith
our covered over reality
fits closely our mental state

we stumble, sometimes falling
doesn't matter so much at all
we merely brush our bottoms off
and try again to rock the halls

yes, meaning's independent
from execution of life's force
to us, we see good victory
in an open ended course

trying to survive with pride
we mirror who we are
with themes devised of properties
to placate our saddened fall

from vital life to impermanence
a simple established fate
we see themes delineate our goals
telling a story at runner's pace

Monday, May 25, 2015

Apocalypse - by Bob Atkinson




(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

evaluate potential
see if a mind can make
sense of prospects if
civility were to dissipate


tell me true do you believe
survival a possibility
in a world without restraints
and food enough to eat


sometime in the future
perhaps tomorrow or today
our sense of organization
might go on a holiday


civility surrenders
to needs of basal thoughts
eat, sleep and reproduce
and conquer all who walk


some take up guns
to shoot their power veins
with thrills of annihilation
beyond simple fits of rage


in the end creates a world
not different from what's now
just with less people
so many buried by the plow

Suffering for What? 

 in the end why do we
feel this tragedy
helped good cause of our world
where is the light we seek?

no man in this situation
can claim he has the right
to destroy for purpose
what could be life done right

none involved can claim
existence good for humanity
only redemption evidenced
would show elimination of insanity

 

Inter-rebel conflict during the Syrian Civil War
Part of the Syrian Civil War
Date 2 January 2014 – ongoing
(1 year, 4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days)
Location Syria
Result
Ongoing
  • ISIL captures Ar-Raqqah province by January 2014,[1] 95–98% of Deir ez-Zor province by July 2014,[2] 20 towns in Aleppo province,[3][4] half of Hasakah province, and some areas in Homs, Hama and Damascus provinces
  • ISIL fully withdraws from Idlib and Latakia provinces and from the northwest of Aleppo province



Belligerents


Commanders and leaders
Brig. Gen. Abdul-Ilah al-Bashir
(FSA Chief of Staff)
Jamal Maarouf
(SRF leader)
Zahran Alloush
(Islamic Front Military leader)
Ahmed Abu Issa
(Islamic Front leader)
Adnan Bakour [14]
(Al-Tawhid Brigade leader)
Abu Hussein al-Dik [14]
(Suqour al-Sham Brigade leader)
Abu Khaled al-Suri [15]
(Ahrar ash-Sham senior leader)

Abu Mohammad al-Julani
(al-Nusra Front leader)
Abu Muhammed al Ansari 
(al-Nusra Emir of the Idlib province)
Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi
Abu Ayman al-Iraqi
(Head of military council)
Abu Omar al-Shishani
(ISIL field commander)
Haji Bakr [16]
(Senior ISIL commander)
Abu Baraa al-Jazairi 
(Emir of Saraqeb)[17]
Abu Dajana 
(Emir of Deir ez-Zor)
Abu Mohammad Al-Massri 
(Emir of Manbij)
Abu Haidara Al-Tounisi 
(eastern Qalamoun leader)[18][19]
Units involved
Strength
40,000–50,000
40,000–70,000
5,000–12,000
15,000
2,000

5,050–8,000[27]
31,000–100,000[28][29]
Casualties and losses
2,764+ killed[30] 2,196+ killed[30]
605 civilians killed[30]
76 unidentified killed[30]
an additional 1,200 combatants and 150 civilians estimated killed[30]
Total: 5,641–6,991 killed[30]

Syrian Civil War