Virginia’s Poetry Corner 3/20/13

3/20/13

Creativity    by W.R. Kinzie

When trying to write a poem that rhymes,

You must sit down and take some time.

To find the right words takes some care,

The clues are out there everyplace.

 

As you can see it’s really tough.

Enlightening thoughts just aren’t enough.

It’s hard; some words don’t work so well,

To make things rhyme is hard on anything.

 

I just can’t quit, I’ve got to try,

And make this project sink or fly.

I’ll work until the morning sun.

Won’t stop until this poem is finished.

 

And now I’m really wearing out,

I hang my head in shame and doubt,

Works on a page, just scattered lines,

Can’t seem to write, a poem that rhymes.

 

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3/13/13

Just a Brief Poem

Many like to read and

Many like to talk

Some like book clubs

You can read and talk

all at once.

3/6/13

On Pollyanna’s Side

They said we were sinking
That we’re going down
We’re hearing this talk
All around our small town

I’m not going there
I’m not buying in 
To the grievous problem
To the negative din

Take a deep breath of air
It smells downright clean
Take a good look around 
The trees are all green

The school still has kids
Hard at work and at play
The Fire Department still has 
Trucks that run in it its bay

The folks at the clinic
Can still bind up your wound
The town on the 4th of July
Is brightly festooned

At the churches on Sunday
Still two or more meet
The bells still ring
Up and down the street

As long as I’m here
We’re not going  under
Tho’ the landscape change
I’ll partake with wonder

All the blessing from which
We can choose
From little kids’ basketball
To our North Yuba views

To end this I beg you
Do not over anticipate
Just embrace your options
And try to participate.
Jubilee

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2/27/13

Ice Advice 

by  Cayenne P. Eppe

Ice….

It’s not nice

It makes you slip

It makes you fall

Ice…

I’ll say it twice

When there’s a nip

When there’s a squall

Ice…

Don’t roll the dice

Wear your spikes

On your icy hikes

Ice…

I’ll say it thrice

Don’t tap your brakes

For Goodness Sakes

Ice…

Don’t pay the price

Of a wild glide

Or a candid slide

 Ice…

I’ll be concise

Off the road

Or on your ass

Ice can be…just like glass.

Ice…

I’ll be precise

Please beware

When you go out there

Cause when you crash

We’ll all stare

Ice…

I hope this advice

Does Suffice

To Keep you safe on the

Ice….

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2/20/13

Dogsmell

by Jubilee Hill

I smelled a skunk

On the family car

I searched for it

Near and far

I couldn’t believe

They’d left it behind

Somewhere way down

Highway 49

If they’da

Brought it here

I would have

Made it Fear

I would have

Smelled really good

To the other dogs

In the neighborhood

They should

Trust me more

For I Truly adore

Chasing Skunks, And Bears,

and Birds galore

And I do it all for them.

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2/13/13

Cleaning The Shed

by Jubilee Hill

I’m halfway there and struggling

Thinking I’m progressing

Ultimately will it mean anything?

These things about which I am stressing?

Someday someone will open the shed

Take a look at my mis-filed things

Rent a 40 yard bin and then begin

To fling the things to which my emotions cling

I won’t be here to tell them,

Oh, you made that when you were young

And Aunt Agnes knitted that pair of socks

To which there is now only one

It makes me want to go through it now

Revel in the memories that come

As I handle and toss all of the junk

That has made my house my home.

Jubilee 2013

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2/6/13

Freedom Song Poem

 

1/30/13

Small Town Jury Trial

There were more cars on the road

Than normal that morn

More traffic than you usually see

They were all driving slower

Than we normally do

The roads were very icy

Arriving at work

The town was full

Of cars parked here and there

Folks milling about

And wandering around

Walking through Courthouse Square

The light went on

And it finally dawned

There must be a trial today

The juror pool

Looks like its full

It’ll be crowded ‘round here I will say

The young mother showed up

With her toddlers in tow

Her kids don’t go to daycare

The Trashman drove up

In his big garbage truck

I couldn’t help but stare

The cops were there

In uniforms green

The mayor came in his suit

The women that came

Were all bundled up

It was too cold to try to be cute

The town’s biggest gossip

Was there in the front

Hoping to get a good view

He had no real interest

At all in the case

But wanted to know what’s new

Most people came

To serve as asked

It’s what we citizens do

The lawyers and judge

Sized up the group

Deciding who would be who

As the jury box filled

The crowd grew thin

As those who could go were released

A day later

The verdict was in

The prosecution was pleased.

 What will it be like tomorrow?

 Cayenne P. Epper

 1/30/13

 

1/30/13

Mary Clemo

The white haired lady on the hill

Above the Courthouse Square

Has gone the way that we all will

Perhaps we’ll see her there.

Mary Clemo, wonderful woman

Beautiful, young looking, strong and kind

Mary Clemo said things as she saw them,

She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

In admiration, with fondness and humor

We’ll think of Mary now and again

A grace note in the Master’s Opus

Dear lady…

You’re missed by your neighbors and friends.

                                                Jubilee Hill

                                                Sierra County

 

 

 

1/23/13 A local Sheriff loves this poem.

Marble Halls

A Scottish Poem (A popular aria from The Bohemian Girl, an 1843 opera by Michael William Balfe, with lyrics by Alfred Bunn)

I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side.
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride.

I had riches too great to count, could boast
Of a high ancestral name.
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you lov’d me still the same,
That you lov’d me, you lov’d me still the same,
That you lov’d me, You loved me still the same.

I dreamt that suitors sought my hand.
That knights upon bended knee,
And with vows no maiden’s heart could withstand,
They pledg’d their faith to me.

And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim.
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most
That you lov’d me still the same,
That you lov’d me, you lov’d me still the same,
That you lov’d me, you loved me still the same.

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Segue

Bob Dylan once said in a song that he  wrote

“The Times they are a changing.”

They’ve changed, that’s for sure

The times aren’t what they were

But some changes need rearranging

In the 70s we called them green pigs

And they were;  they took it well and with humor

They were part of the town

They lived here, cared, and were around

Back when moving away was just rumor

They one day up and left and moved down the road

Jackass Flat is a name that seems fittin’

No more is the Forest Service part of the town

And service is not what we’re gittin’.

At best they’re aloof, their presence a spoof

The locals they just seem to hurt

Old miners don’t count, they’re just burnin’ them out

Jack Nixon’s old mine…is just proof.

Bob Stuler is next on their list

And just in case you don’t get the gist

It means no more “Bacon and Beans from a Goldpan”

The sad day is here, it has become very clear

Uncle Sam is a Cold S.O. B. man.

A custom and culture forcibly killed

And a superfund probably billed

To pay for their mighty endeavor

They haul it away…and then they say

They feel threatened by us……whatever.

If you pay fees for enjoying the trees

They probably think you’re alright

Pay your Sierra Club dues,

And your green stickers too

And they’ll pretend you’re not in their sights.

The  wolverine and the trout,

They still have some clout

And well the animals should

But if you must dwell in the woods

Have a care…it’s understood

They’re coming to kick you out.

Goodbye old miners.

Beware Bikers.

Au revoir Rafters.

God Bless.

1/9/13

Today

J. Brown

Today is not a good day
Tomorrow will be better
Yesterday is over
As will be today

Today  is today
Tomorrow may be
But who knows
Really

Many wonder
Few know
But then
Do they

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