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HAVE THE GODS
SMILED ON US
THIS CHRISTMAS DAY,
SENDING THE DEER
TO GRAZE, THE SUN
TO SHINE,
GIFTS OPEN UNDER
THE TREE,
THE POWER IS ON,
THERE IS TIME
FOR A BIKE RIDE
AND WALK ON
THE WILD ROAD
FULL OF MEMORIES,
WE FIND TOURISTS
FROM ALL CORNERS
RACES AND COLORS
SNAPPING AWAY
AT THE LANDMARKS
WHILE THE PACIFIC
RESOUNDS
EXTRAORDINARY SOUNDS
THE BOOM OF
THE SURF
INVADES MY BEDROOM
AT MIDNIGHT,
AFTER WATCHING
MICK AND KEITH
REBEL ONCE MORE
ON STAGE IN LONDON,
WHAT COULD BE
BETTER, THE FIRST
REAL TIME WE HAVE
WITH NO BLUSTERING
SORROW, ONLY
SOME LAUGHS AND
MEMORIES THAT
COME FROM A WALL
OF PORTRAITS
WITH ALL THE OLD
FOLKS SMILING AT US,
WE ARE LUCKY
TO HAVE EACH OTHER,
AND THE WIND
THE SALTY AIR
NO CARES
APPARENT
JUST FOR TODAY,
WE ARE HOME
IN A FAMILY
WAY:
LEFT TO
CARRY ON
A NEW TRADITION,
THE TRANSITION
IS FAR LESS PAINFUL
THAN IMAGINED,
MORE LIKE
JOYFUL LIGHTS
SKIMMING ACROSS
THE WAVES,
WHITEWATER BREAKING
WE ARE ALONE ON
THE BEACH
OUT OF REACH,
JUST WE TWO,
THINKING
OF YOU.

 

©J.W. WINSLOW 1/1/15

 

Shady Grove: Nut Loaf!

We stroll along
In Shady Grove
On Thankgiving Day
I will not give away
The locale,
Best to say
A stone’s throw
Or maybe a leap
Into time,
Further gone
Than where I belong
Where sublime
Becomes the way,
We have wandered
Into a famous fine deli
To pick up a turkey
Ordered and sold
The scent in this
Place is spicy
And bold, big
Hearty guys
Laughing at sighs
From patrons who wait
With intent,
They will scurry it
Home and hurry
To gather the
Folks in a lather,
All rounded at table
No one unable to
Pass on the seconds,
We watch the old houses
With porches and spikes,
And giant grand trees
And kids on their bikes
Ride through huge
Piles of leaves,
All of this scene
Is stranger than fiction
To one who resides
On the hill
Near the water
Beside all the daughters
Who never will cook
but order in well,
Not so much different
The action is swell,
You might get a
NUT LOAF
Instead of a thigh
Be careful that nothing
Is calorie high,
But I’m not at home
And neither are you
We are back
On the streets
Where the roses
Once grew,
And too late for
Citrus, it’s all on
The ground, waiting
For juicing, joys
To abound,
So if you are wondering
Where I have been
And whether you
Might be a part of
The sins
And frolics of joy
The compassionate
Ploy that remains
Of the Pilgrims,
Let us just say
You have eaten
Your fill,
In a country where
Freedom and love
Still occur
And spicy fresh
Apples are a
A juicy allure,
Slide down
The flagpole
And give us
A shout,
That’s what
America is
Really about:
REJOICE/REMAIN/
REPEAT/RETURN
THE FIRES OF ANGUISH
HAVE FINALLY BURNED,
WE HAVE OUR FREEDOM
WE HAVE OUR STYLE
WE HAVE THIS FINE
COUNTRY
MILE AFTER MILE!

©J.W. WINSLOW 12/1/14

 

DANCE THE PLUMBAGO













AMONG THE ZENIAS
AND MARIGOLDS
THE LILIES AND
DAISIES, POPPA WAS
CRAZY FOR THE
BLUE PLUMBAGO,
DANCING IN LIMBO
ON SPICY GREEN
STALKS, WE SNATCHED
IT ALONG OUR
EMERALD BAY WALKS,
WHAT CAN YOU SAY
ABOUT A GAME WITH
ROBIN HOOD AND
HIS MAID, FOUR
KIDS PLAYING ROLES
IN ANTIQUE POSES,
WITH MARION IN
A FROTHY BLUE DRESS
AND A HALO OF
PLUMBAGO TO
MATCH, SURELY
THE SOUL OF MY
FAVORITE CATCH,
FOR OFTEN IN
YEARS FORTHCOMING
THE FRAGRANT BLUE
FLOWERS ADORNED
MY VIEW, FROM CRYSTAL
COVE TO HOLLYWOOD,
AQUA VISTA, THE
MARRIAGE PAD,
ABOUNDING FLOWERS
AT THE HOME OF MY DAD,
THE RIVERS OF MILBANK
WERE FULL OF MUSIC
AND FERNS AND GARDENIAS
AND MORE GIANT
ZENIAS, BUT I ALWAYS
HAD A PLUMBAGO BLUE
FOR THE FAMILY ZOO,
SURROUNDING THE
FRAGRANT ROSES,
BEAUTIFUL POSES
WEDDINGS AND ENDS,
CHANGING OF GUARDS
AND LOST BOYFRIENDS,
I ONCE PUT A SLIVER
OF PLUMBAGO BLUE
INTO THE POCKET
OF A MAN THAT I KNEW,
AND WHAT DO YOU
KNOW, HE MARRIED ME,
OUT ON THE CLIFFS
ON CHRISTMAS EVE,
SO WHEN I WAS
LOOKING
FOR JUST THE RIGHT
PRIZE, A PLANT
FOR MY GARDEN
A WINK OF THE EYE,
WHAT SHOULD I FIND
AT THE VERY FIRST
GLANCE, YOU KNOW
THIS JUST HAPPENED
NOT EVEN BY CHANCE,
A BIG FAT GREEN BUSH
WAITING FOR ME,
TO CARRY IT HOME
AND PLANT CAREFULLY
FULL OF BLUE FLOWERS
ALL IN BLOOM, A SCENTED
REMINDER IN SPRINGLIKE
PERFUME, I DANCED
AROUND THE NEWEST
ADDITION, WHILE THE
BUCKS AND THE DOES
DID THEIR RUNNING
RENDITION, IT CAME
ALONG IN THE MATING
SEASON, DO YOU THINK
PERHAPS THERE IS
A REASON,
WE WILL DANCE
THE PLUMBAGO
AT MY TV PARTY,
THE GUESTS WILL
KICK UP THEIR HEELS,
AND EVERYONE PRESENT
AND THOSE WHO ARE NOT
ARE NOW BLESSED
WITH THE BLUE, AND
THAT INCLUDES YOU,
CELEBRATE MEMORIES
BRING THEM TO LIFE
CARRY THE LOVES
AND THE PASSIONATE
STRIFE, IT ALL COMES
TOGETHER IN THE WORLD
OF ROMANCE, SO
MAKE THE PLUMBAGO
YOUR FAVORITE DANCE!
 
 
©J.W. WINSLOW 11/1/14