....Adding anther from my Book of Poems & Prose......

..Page 6&7

                    State of Broke Down People.....

                  Girl appears Broken with Fear
                  and with Fright she Runs
                  from the Shadows of Death,
                  or a Boy that's maybe Dear.

                  Run the length of the Street,
                  Around the Corner to Stare
                  Look hard at your Destiny,
                  Only Hell are you to Meet.

                  A man, Still, with no Harm
                  but you're to Hate Him
                  and Run the other Way
                  to be Grabbed Fast on your Arm.
  
                  Shock taken in Despair 
                  Captured only by Feeling
                  nothing has Held You.....
                  only Falsehood is There.

                  Scamper to Hide in Corners 
                  to the Slums where alleys Prevail
                  Fall your Half lifted Body,
                  then be Swept up by no Mourners.

                  If you do Survive to Tell 
                  and Seek out your own Truth,
                  You will turn to Hate.....
                  For your last Home is Hell.
                 
...Page 8

                        Time for Living.....
      
                  Days are Hot, Long, and Stale....
                  The next might bring Rain or Hail.
                  Love, like this day differs as much...
                  You have to grab hold, just don't Touch!

                  Become aware of this as time goes on...
                  and you will live through life as easy as a Song.
                  Beware of faults in Love and Life
                  Pick the Truest for you Wife!

                  Behold, Death is yet Far....
                  So live your life the Fullest without Mar.
                  When the time for you to Pass,
                  And you believe in yourself, you will Last!


       
                             

....Posts from my Book of Poems & Prose....this one from another writer...Yevtushenko..

                        I'm adding this one as part of some other writer's that I connected with back then.....1968 >'74....
                His name is Yevtushenko, and the name of the Poem is......'Waiting'......

       My love will come, will fling open her arms and fold me in them.
         Will understand my Fears, Observe my change in from the Pouring Dark, from the Pitch Night without stopping to bang on the Taxi door.
          She'll run upstairs, through the decaying porch, burning with Love  and Love's happiness, she'll run dripping upstairs, she won't knock, will take my head in her hands, and when she drops her overcoat on a chair....it will slide to floor in a Blue Heap.....


         .....Another from that same Writer, it's titled Gentleness......

    This can't go on:
          Is after all injustice of it's kind how in what year did this come into fashion..?
          Deliberate indifference to the living, deliberate cultivation of the Dead, their shoulders slump and get Drunk sometimes, and one by one they quit; Orators at tt the Crematorium speak words of gentleness to History.
          What was it took his life from Mayakovsky?! 
          What was it put the Gun between his fingers?!
If with that voice of his, with that appearance, if ever they had offered him in life some crumbs or gentleness.
          Men live, men are trouble makers.
          Gentleness is a Posthumous Honour.....

     
               .....from pages 3&4....... 

               .....now on page 5...I will add one of mine...

                 Girl of the Damned

Be down girl of the Damned, don't rise to the wealth of it...
They will take you and your land...you need all, so take your little bit.

Hit, leave, be gone forever. Leave this Household Slum with bed.
It should be Burnt, but never... it will stay and just get lost instead.

....A Delight Last Night....

             For those who don't take advantage of Public Television, I would like to share with you what I have found to be ever so interesting, Moving, & Memorable.
         It mainly happens on a Saturday Night, when as you know not much on your normal National Stations. Although through the week you can catch many shows of varying interests. This particular time frame on Saturday include several shows.....the first one I got hooked on since it's set in the Islands somewhere in the Carribean.
It's called Death In Paradise. A 'who done it' set in a most beautiful setting, along with Music & Scenery to keep you focused, and of course a cast of characters that make it fun to watch in such a Dream like setting. 
         My dream of course is to visit such Island, and lucky that I have a friend that lives on one in the Virgin Islands...St Johns.

        After that show they present you with an old Movie which I am so glad to have caught up on some of them. The one last night would have to be one of my favorites as far as old cars and car chases go....Bullitt....now that I was so happy to reflect back on with all the ...well now...old cars from 1968, and a chase scene with Steve McQueen driving that unforgettable Green Fastback Mustang, going up against that Black Dodge Charger!! Has to be the best chase scence up against only the one in 'French Connection'!
       Not only did I see so many cars I loved...his girl friend, Jacqueline Bisset drove a bright yellow 59>60 Porche convertible!
I also found out that they filmed around a Weekend which Steve's character had to find the Villian by Sunday night. Well I just couldn't believe it when the show a Marquise out side a Resturant saying it was Mother's Day, May 11th.....that with the fact that it was one of my favorite Movie's, just made it to the top......

      Someday I would like to DoNATE to this PBS station coming from FSU...Florida State University...which I read that they might sell, but not to worry about this staion. I sure hope so, it would be a shame to not be able to watch, not just the Movies but other worthwhile shows like the Nature show and all the Music shows....

entering Page 39 of my Book of Prose & Poems....

                         
                  
                  
                    From Skies of Grey and Nimbus Clouds,  
                         a drop of Rain did fall.... 

                         
                              Many continued without delay...
                          and formed a Stream that covers the Earth below.

                              The Stream did swell O'er rocky Glenn...
                  Rushing Current to enter every River Bend.

                      The Ocean not rising to meet the Flow
                  but Laughing upon the Shores...
                         
                       Tipping Her Hats in the Breeze, 
                  she washes Particles of Old showing age
                  and Restlessness without fear of Death..So Bold!
         
                       The People they run quick along the Sandy Shore,
                  Quick to enjoy it Evermore......

...Submitting page 37 of my Book of Poems & Prose

                                              HAVE YOU EVER..?

                                             
                                              Have you ever seen
                               a Cat without a Tail.....
                               have you ever seen
                               a Fast moving Snail ?

                               Have you ever seen 
                               a Bird without Flight...
                               Have you ever seen
                               a Star without a Night ?

                               You have seen
                                these all
                                if you have a 
                                House without a Wall....

                                Or a House
                                without a Door...
                                to Walk into your House
                                which has no Floor.

                                If you live in an
                                Empty Home......
                                you are but left
                                to Wander and Rome.

                                Have you ever heard
                                a Voice without a Song 
                                have you ever done
                                a Right Without a Wrong ?

                                Have you ever Walked
                                but never Stepped.........   
                                Have you ever Dreamt 
                                but never Slept ?
                       
                                Have you ever heard 
                                a Heart without a Beat ?
                                or have ever Tasted                   
                                a Candy that wasn't Sweet.

                                Have you ever Loved
                                Yet you were alone....
                                Have you ever returned 
                                to that Empty Home ?

       ...Emptiness is but Sweet Sorrow...only to be filled 
                 with Joy upon Tommorrow ........















                              

... Poem # One....Two...Three...Four.....

         ......O.K... just to get things started for now...it goes out to my friends up North.....
    
           Poem # One....
     
                    The Snows on the Ground....
  
                    The Eareth's Below....
             
                    The Love's all Around....
   
                    The People We know....
                    
         
..... now for Poem # Two.....

                        
                    Say 'Hi' to Him, don't Grieve or 'Not'
                   
                    For he Has Brought You....I thought,
                      
                    ....A Lolly Pop.....!

  
              Poem # Three.....

                    
                    She Saw Me Fix....

                    If Not She Did....
      
                    But I Saw Her...
                  
                    and ..of Course...I Did 
    

             Poem # Four.... 

                    The Time Moved Slow.....
                    
                    With Hands to Still Whirl......

                    It Brings Upon the Face...

                    A Sad But True Place....
                    

....A 'Poem' from the past.....

               This is something I wrote in the past from a collection of writings I did back in the late Sixties & early Seventies....the first one is a unusual presentation that can be interpreted in a few ways, but still coming out as the same topic...well it's hard to decribe so here it is and you can see for yourself.....
            .....the title is ..'Going Up?'....

                              ZIG ZAG
                                               AND A PAPER
                    I WAS THERE
                                               WHEN A FRIEND
         AND I SAT AWHILE
                                               WIND AND RAIN
    BLOWING THE GRASS
                                               BY PASSING THE FIRE
GREENS WERE SMOKED
                                               LEAVING OUR THOUGHTS BEHIND
GETTING LOST IN A HIGH
                                               LAUGHTER AND SOUND
BEING FOUND IN A BAG 
                                               FOLLOWED A RYHME
           WE BOTH TOATED
                                               NOT MUCH MORE
           A NICKLE OR TWO.

.....Now take a piece of paper and cover the Right side of the Poem.

  I hope you enjoy this little 'Side Trip', and I have more to share, but no others like this....and I'm sure I could never duplicate it at this point in my life, althought I hope to continue writing more for all to enjoy......