Thanksgiving turkeys receiving pardons as Judith, Frosty, Tama state: 'we (this means you, Daryl) will pardon Igor the pig, and find him a loving home. . .'
Well, I (umm, we) did
Having sought a home of mudholes, mudmates and caring humans for ginormous, overly affectionate hog-dude buddy Igor. . .
Igor now roams/wallows on a nearby organic farm owned by a couple who, we've realized, are blood-cousins via the Nebraska Sand Hills: relatives through the town of Purdum (pop. 6, inaccessible during winter) with a cemetery where our related grandparents (among many more) are buried
Igor, I owe you much more than a home with new-found blood -
I owe you poetry.
These, from some of the dearest, for you, Igor. . .
The only thing
that travels faster
than the speed of light
is a smile.
Dennis Rhodes
Naples Florida
ass't. ed. Tama states,
'you know, thinking about
Igor just makes
me feel good'
He has turned old in the saddle -
The poet on his
Eternal journey.
Ajša Zahirović
SARAJEVO
Bosnia and Herzegovina
The sun rises in my heart, I call it love.
Every leaf of me.
Give life to two birds with no stone.
Charlie Mehrhoff
'nuff said
True Spirit - Genuine Love.
True artists living in good spirits
Undeterred by royalty, pomp and show
Act as genuine messengers of peace
Fly in their own realm of consciousness.
Kingship squeezes creativity and love.
All their men and horses display splendour.
Devoid of grace, beauty and blessings
The spirit of heaven, pure and sublime
In all its sincerity and loveliness
Embraces poor sweet sacred hearts
To release them from chains, clutches, shackles
Of desires and sins, glare and attention.
Love and sacrifice, sincerity and humility
Creates its own heavenly wonder for worship.
S.L.Peeran
Bengaluru India
from ass't. ed. Frosty -
"feeling this good
about Igor, the only next best
thing must be treats
and belly rubs. . ."
I agree, Froster, and, let's embrace three more, then, treats! treats and belly rubs for all!
falling leaves...
she cups her hands
Jo Balistreri
Genesee Wisconsin
Poetry Everywhere
for Courtney Love
"I wrote poetry everywhere
on the walls, on his shirt
I wrote poetry everywhere" at night on the sheets in our bed
in my sleep in my dreams
I wrote poetry everywhere
on my face the war paint
(stirring up all kinds of trouble)
I wrote poetry on the table cloth
in Jax's Fish House
a haiku surrounded by wine
glasses, white napkins, red brick
walls, green fish - tiny dots of
blue light hanging from the
ceiling - Nick Forrester eating sushi
at the next table
I wrote poetry everywhere
I wrote poetry in books
that didn't belong to me, past due,
checked in, checked out,
on posters at the coffee
house, poetry notes on golden
peeling bathroom mirrors
surprise tanka on the
toilet seat
I wrote poetry everywhere
I wrote poetry on the stairs
seven steps to the landing
turn left. Six more to your room.
Listening to the blues, Muddy Waters
wailing, sitting on the floor
eating dates, drinking white wine.
I wrote poetry everywhere.
You made a pass, I didn't notice
better to keep writing poetry
everywhere
Flat on my face, flat on my
ass, flat on my back
just keep writing
poetry everywhere
Judith Partin Nielsen
Longmont Colorado
wow. . .
treats! treats and belly rubs for all!
see you in a moment
a. daryl nielsen
darylayaz@me.com
(or)
darylayaz@gmail.com
