Dog Day Afternoons of Ivan.. Windy.. Sticky
Partners in Cooling and Coming Death
Friends.. Neighborhood Block PArties
escaping inside walls of heat
back to front porches with
neighborhood sharing
of food alike.. wHere
people rule over
cold heaRted
electronic
devices
without
eyes
or flesh
A Prayer
A Harbinger
Cooling
A bringer of Flooding
Death.. BUT a GREAT Force of
Nature with always more to say
than cold heArted devices
with little spiRit expressing
Humanity’s SoUl
BREEZE
EYES of IVAN’s TRUTH
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And as a LONGER 33 note.. Ivan is much MORE than
THAT to me.. Ivan brings major
change in life that will
eventually bring
walls down in life..
destroying a
work building
consolidating
a department
of humans in few
too rooms..a Navy
Headquarters Building with
a Wicked Witch of North.. East..
South.. and West Winds.. where
she dictates stress that becomes
chronic for most.. and eventually
almost death for me.. but
THAT Kiss of Darkness..
by Witch
and Ivan
alike.. truly a
DARK gift that brings
Forever Now Heaven to me
Oh.. friends of
dark.. both
Leaders
AND Flooding
Winds.. No
one enters
A GreaTEST LIGHT
without Darkness too..
for me both Witch and Ivan Same..
Saviors in Dark clothes.. a witches brew and breeze…
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^^^
Mega-Busy day yesterday..
but an awesome dVerse
poetic prompt that i just cannot miss..
be back later to read and comment on all..
Dog Day Afternoons with a BIG sprinkle
and Breeze of Ivan.. and Witch of hot Winds..
are most definitely among
God’s GreaTEST
gifts for me..:)
BIGGER Katrina Dog Day Afternoons
Sitting in the OFFICE Storm of A Female Witch Captain..
with a Bigger Katrina brewing out at sea..
Ivan challenge past.. the potential
future beyond imagination of
destruction.. as winds move
past 190 miles an
hour.. IN EYE
ENgulfing
gulf..
to MASSIVE
proportions..
electricity
of human
hair standing
on end everywhere one
goes as if the end
of the world
is really
coming
this time
for sure..
boardING up
windows in
sultry ending
August DOG..
days of 2005..
wondering if this
house will stand as
the measure of Ivan
tears the roof to shreds
of shingles spread out
in neighbor’s grasses..
a veer to the left and
New Orleans and
Biloxi face a
new measure
of the force
of nature
in flooding
death and
destruction
where Mississippi
Harrison county
county beaches
dunes.. businesses
and homes.. are wiped
off the
map with
Biloxi casino’s
swept away in winds
of Nature.. with the
human gamble of tempting
Nature’s Winds of evening
Earth’s heat.. close to
coast.. tHere is NO
restraint of a
Mother’s scorn..
to settle a
score of
heat
of
earth..
and Katrina
is A baddest
Mother
of HER
ALL..:)
And yes.. in the third week
of August.. 1969.. 9 years
old.. i go to bed..
with a direct hit
predicted from
Camille.. A
biggest
baddest
Mother
of before..
She takes
a left turn..
and if not who knows
what will be of my life
now.. or my family living
on River Front life of low lying River waters…
Until Hurricane Ivan comes.. Hurricanes excite
me.. i wanna see the biggest baddest one
of all.. so yes.. i’ve seen
them ALL ENOUGH.. SO IN
2008.. I TELL
THEM TO
GO TO HELL
AND NEVER
COME BACK
HERE AGAIN..
And no..
they have NOT..
come back again..
HERE.. be careful
what one wishes for or NOT..
as bigger wishes of dark
make greaTEST NIGHTMARES
COME TRUE.. FOR OTHERS TOO…
AND KARMA IS A REAL B88cH..
WHEN NOT PROPERLY
EXERCISED AND
PRACTICED ALL
NOWS ALWAYS
NOW…
Ah.. in greaTEST Summer
Heat.. often flowers most
Beautiful colors of ALL..
Challenge..
Nature’s Truth..
And Bountiful
Harvest in
Greater
Colors of LIFE..:)
Ah.. Dog Day rooms with AC
prison.. electronic
devices.. often
trap us..
without
Porches of Breeze
and Connections
of Flesh and Blood..
in EyES of human Life…
Twilight Zone comes
Truth Inside of
dark heArt
dog
days..);
Yes.. what greater prayer of Art
can tHere be than to
create and reproduce
LIfe as NOW for
ART in all
expressions
of Nature
comes
in and goes
out wITh..
wHere Prayers
of Connections
Rule in A
Cricket
Song
of Life..:)
Yes.. Summer vegetables and fruit.. and all other
stuff of food.. offerings ALL year-round..
perhaps.. if the instant
gratification of
all year fruit
and vegetables
is not so easy..
People might
look forward
to enjoying
what
can
now be
taken for Granted as..
Instant Gratification..
as well as enduring
some HEAT to
get BACK to
KOOLER FEELINGS..:)
Ah.. to feel the sweat of Summer on fruits of Tropics..
oh.. to know the feel of play in child’s feet of
wonder now.. in sunshine hands of joy..
Where dog days forget..
and children’s
eyes stay.. Now..:)
A play of sweat on a play of words..
A soaking heart of spirit
Expressing rolling
Drops
of Dreams
in Soulight
Summerbrights…:)
Ending Dog Days of August..
A Hurricane Ivan for us then..
A Beloved Tall and Stately
Oak.. felled by Winds Gone
BY THAT never seem to end..
Dinosaur Skeleton Bones
Left as Rest of Oakless..
Finish off to Stump
by Oak cutter crew..
AND now all types
of plants and species
Flowers.. as Well as Oak
Thriving at Stump of Ivan’s
terrorRing Winds of Change
BrINGING New Life to Forest
Root JUST waiting to BE TREE
Thriving AlLIVing aGain.. NOW..:)
Well.. in Florida.. Dog days
begin in May and end in November..
for a full 6 month stay in Dog Day way..
and at the beginning of that May
dog day stay.. IS Orlando..
a convention of Beta
Club students.. Nerds..
sheltered life..
false sense
of courage..
running down
highway
streets
busier
city than
mine.. Fred
meets car.. side
impact through
red light.. and
from then on
throughYEAR
Senior.. i am
referred to
as CAR BANGER
as i go over the top
of hood.. bounce
back ..make
some dents
and come
up smelling
like roses
bruise free..
i am a cat
and i still
have 8 lives
left.. and on top
of that I Loved this
horrific story of ending
not nearly THAT BRIGHT..
PARTICULARLY THE SHAPES
YOUR POETRY..
DOES BRING..
GLENN..:)
Oh.. to feel humans as
furry Dog DAY
friends.. oh to
be a Social
Animal aGain..
withOut
Fear
of Love..
A Pets Death
is most allWays
a remindEr
of WHO
WE reAlly
are as human
Beings finAlly
Equal in LOVE..:)
Oh postcards of Life gone by..
Oh life of postcards
Come Life Again..:)
Rains of Dreams..
Rains of heArt..
Reins of Humidity tracing
Windowing Imagination’s
Creativity.. Emotions Spiriting
Dark and Light..
Shades
and Colors
of in between Souls
IS what Reigns most
IN Summer Paned
Memories
of Lost
and
Found..:)
Ooh.. wet sweaty summer feet..
Sandy goo between toes no treat..
Butt wait a feat of dance will start
To beat.. when toes of fairies do
Fly it varies in feathered bird beak..:)
Moths sing wings of Summer dreams..
Wings of Moth flutter nervously
Without fright.. Dreams of Summer
Never wait in realiTy of Wings
IN Moth’s Song and Dance
IN Air of fLight..:)
Windows open.. River frogs rhythm bellowing
songs of Dog Day’s humid grassy muck..
Turn the pillow over.. and over.. and over..
in hope of Kool relief.. AC finAlly
comes.. windows close.. frog
sound forgotten.. until
i miss them.. and
finAlly understand
what i lose
in bellowing
croaks
of Loving
LIFE NOW
in all the hot
and cool that
comes in for NOW..:)
Ah.. to feel the heat of passion
life.. is to taste the breath
of heArts who
still breathe..:)
Ah yes.. a midsummer’s beach reflecting
water.. white sand.. no forgiveness for
whiter human skin.. so i go later
in afternoon Summer.. to
escape the Sun’s Rays
of beach killing
Summer..:)
Yes.. Yes.. Yes.. the hotter the more humid
the better i like it.. a challenge of living
is better outside.. inside.. above..
so below.. and all
around.. FREE..:)
Your poem has painted a vivid picture of Hurricane Ivan. Glad to live outside of hurricane zone.
Hi Mary.. and i am so glad that Hurricanes.. have decided to stop coming since 2008.. in this neck of the gulf breeze coast.. and i hope it stays that way.. for the rest of my life.. and more.. but in Nature’s GOD’s eYes.. Hurricanes are a necessity to re-distribute the heat of the earth.. to allow more species the opportunity to survive.. as humans are only a speck of that totality.. where Nature rules over human’s wishes to live places still evolving as barrier Islands for good reason and purpose over human desires.. to collect.. own.. and dominate.. THAT Force of Nature.. that will have HER WAY NOW and after all human words and other expression of communication are DONE AND OVER WITH.. with smiles of course.. as that’s JUST A way it goes..:)
You all get quite a different bit of hurricane than we do further up the coast. We never get the tropical storms either. The block parties sound nice, even in the sticky heat.
Oh so true.. Katzensakura.. the fierce parts of the Hurricane often come up the gulf coast.. and perhaps the saddest paRt of all the core meaning of what i write here.. is THAT is the first and last SUMMER DOG DAYS.. block party in my neighborhood.. and the first and last time that truly everyone comes together to get to know and FEEL EACH OTHER on a first name basis.. to find out who they are at heArt spiRit expressing Human soUL AS IS NOW..
Yeah.. in some neighborhoods..
folks live in prisons of their own makings..
and i dance life to overFEEL THAT PRISON OF LIFE..:)
^^^
Ah.. yes.. Himali.. a life of rich diversity and color is a life well lived..
and the more friends one connects to the more they can be busy as well..
And yes.. that is a price of a life well lived
and exercised in
PRACTICE..
busy.. busy..
focused..
busy.. busy
BES AND
BIRDS..
JUST Life’S
IT aLLWays
NOW with
heArt and
spiRit expressing
SoUl as WELL OF course
in Hurricane Winds
of Human LOVE..
WrITE ON
COURSE
WITH
INTENDED
WiNDS
OF WORDS
more FULLY
EMPLOYED
AS LIFE’S LIGHTHOUSE AlIVE..
IN FLESH AND BLOOD CONNECTING
Force ONE HuWOman with REST of Nature AKA
GOD.. as human budding FLOWERS SPREADING LOVE LIGHT NOW…:)
With your trilogy of shorter poetics, & colorful weather maps, you have presented a very real dog day villain, & given us a treatise on living through a threat like hurricanes–like the people who live in tornado alley.
Hi.. my friend Glenn… as you know Hurricanes tend to grow from small droplets of heat fueled moisture.. to giant arms of winds.. with an eye in center that is totally calm.. as above.. so below.. inside and outside.. all around.. Hurricanes have the meaning of life too.. to grow in potential to rest when necessary.. and to be calm inside all the time now..
And in my arms and hands.. Hurricane of Words.. haha!.. that yes tends to grow over time.. with focus and passion of winds.. as well as calm at the center that is the TRUE UNCONDITIONAL PASSIONATE TOUGH LOVE GENERATOR to make all of the rest a storm of what comes as life.. in balance ..of course.. over nows of REAL..
BUT like every hurricane with an open mind.. it does its best to continue its path.. with one NOW.. expiration coming.. and a renewal of path at another place some other now of reality winds.. in path of living Life.. with Winds in Love of NOW..:)
And oh no.. i will rather live in Hurricane Alley than Tornado Alley.. any time of now.. as one has an option to evacuate if one truly does not want to risk life.. with a choice of Hurricane.. that Tornadoes often do not give.. in sporadic fits.. of evening out the atmosphere of Nature in balance as well… yes.. i will continue to ‘Date Hurricanes’.. and stay away from UNPREDICTABLE TORNADO ALLEYS..;)
Very effective how you created the shape in your poem. We are so at the mercy of the elements. Here it’s earthquakes and wildfires–and even the threat of flooding and mudslides if El Nino makes it to our drought-stricken area.
Thanks Victoria.. and so true on the elements of Nature we are at the mercy of.. and as mentioned with Glenn tornadoes here are much more concerning to me.. as in 1962.. my family relates survival in a bathroom left from a rest of a house swept away by the Great Tornado of Florida.. that strikes our town and kills 17 people then.. yes a once in a century event.. but something to be concerned with never the less…
Truly though.. it is the cultural elements that concern me much more than any of Nature’s elements AS IT IS OFTEN elements of INSTANT GRATIFICATION that we see as pleasurable like vegetating in front of TV screens and screens in general.. our easy access to sugar and fats.. and a quick fix pill for almost every itch or pain associated discomfort.. rather than the challenges our ancestors easily meet.. in accommodating environmental necessity OF OBSTACLES for adaptation and change…
Truly i love the dog days.. and the coldest days in Florida.. as it always means shorts to me.. from 18F degrees in the Winter to 120F Heat Index scales in the Summer.. i will always mix in Nature.. if FOR nothing else THAN just to ESCAPE a SCREAM.. YES.. that famous painting for THAT screen addiction.. just by itself THAT YES.. can eventually bring to a human being… in work and play addiction to the.. tools of human.. in screens.. to get the job of work or play done.. AWAY from what we are still evolving to JUST DO to MOVE.. AND CONNECT in flesh and blood ways with other human beings.. AND THE REST OF NATURE AKA GOD…
Yeah.. the Zombie Apocalypse.. is a real metaphor of terror as science research shows that empirically measurable levels of empathy among college age adults have decreased 30 percent in the last several decades.. obesity greater reigns among adults and childhood ranks.. with studies suggesting that a third of school age children are pre-type two diabetic.. with half the nation of adults on some of kind of prescription or over the counter pain medication with a national epidemic of people hooked on stronger prescription pain drugs..
As well as adults and children with skyrocketing rates of psychotropic drugs prescriptions mostly addressing chronic human social stress related somatic pain.. and emotional numbness in general.. OFTEN with A simple root cause of all of that.. of no longer flesh and blood socially connecting or moving continuously in a day that our hundreds of thousands of years FORAGER ancestors do as a natural component of surviving and thriving in CHALLENGES AND SUCCESSFUL ENVIRONMENTAL ADAPTATIONS TO intermittent reinforcement of the rewards of daily survival..
With no sugar pressing screen addictions of monkey ‘cocaine’ levers to replace the stuff that makes us human as dancers and poetic singers of life.. in connection with others and the rest of Nature.. where Apollo is the standard instead of the myth for human accomplishment in life.. with all the other myths that relate that Truth AND LIGHT..
Yeah.. i bring a Hurricane WARNING.. but it is one of a Hurricane of words moreover for THIS OVERALL nastiness of culture.. and NOT what Mother Nature brings for natural earthly balance.. as a Planet Alive and Thriving NOW WITH US TOO.. AS AN ELEMENT OF THAT.. IN BALANCE..
But yes… there is already a movie that expresses that well.. as the iKUNG instead of iPhone humans see the planes going over head expressing THE ‘GODS MUST BE CRAZY’.. YES.. THE HUMAN GODS THAT RUN CULTURE ARE INSANE.. AND THE REAL SANITY IS IN HUMAN NATURE.. NAKED DANCING WITH OTHERS HAND IN HAND.. AROUND MIDNIGHT CAMPFIRE OF DRUMS AND MOONLIT NIGHT.. NO MATTER HOW HOT OR COLD IT GETS.. OR DRY OR HUMID.. HUMANS GENERATING THEIR OWN EMOTIONAL AND SENSORY HEAT AND KOOL OF CONNECTION IN THE TRUTH OF LIGHT IN NIGHT OF HUMAN EYES RADIATING LOVE BACK TO THE STARS AS GENERATORS INSTEAD OF JUST ABSORBERS OF THE ENERGY OF OTHER CREATORS OF LIFE..
AND yeah.. my old Cat Arthur who can still jump to the counter for a treat at age 20.. BEFORE he passes away last Summer.. is a perfect metaphor for that as this cat who continues to forage for life outside and comes in for a break here and then.. for predictable subsistence too.. lives a life of sensual and emotional awareness of Nature.. and agility to move easily in life.. that our 9 year old cat who is only an inside only CAT without CLAWS knows and feels now as naps and pets.. with barely the ability to jump up on the bed.. he uses.. the night stand.. as an enabler now over functional cat disability.. as a result of living in and WITH the hidden dangers of instantly gratifying human culture..
Yellow Boy.. stay inside too.. with Feline Leukemia.. but as 2 year veteran as feral cat with claws.. this cat is still alive with the Call of the Wild.. and can Feel.. Sense.. and Live THAT CALL.. even locked in a prison of home..
I am a feral hybrid of so-called civilized and domesticated human now.. and my message is simply
THE CALL OF THE WILD..
AS TRUTH
AND LIGHT..
IN THE REAL OF
HUMAN STILL
EVOLVING
TO BE
COURAGEOUS
AND KIND IN BEING LOVE..INNATELY..
INSTINCTUALLY AND INTUITIVELY AS SUCH..
THE GREATEST GIFT OF LIFE MOVING
WITH BRAVE AND PASSIONATE..
LOVE..:)
JUST CALL ME
YELLOWBOY2..
AS
I LISTEN
WELL TO GOD’S
CALL OF THE
WILD
STILL..
ASWELLFREDNOW..:)
Your poem made me wonder whether neighbors only share food when a catastrophe strikes or if they are able to share generously no matter what.
Ah.. the human condition Gabriella on that is simple and true when sets of eyes in smaller villages range in the hundreds of homogenous eyes instead of millions of heterogenous differences.. humans continue to evolve for sharing and cooperation for survival as a social animal cooperative group of sharing caring eyes.. however.. culture is the virus that brings and end to the human heart.. expressing spirit as that emotional heart.. in a mind and body balancing act of being THAT IS FULLER HUMAN…
Population explosions in Japan.. and technological support to live over humans needing each other to survive.. produces clean up crews now to clean up the remains of elders having no social connection in a city stacked high in skyscrapers like Tokyo with Lemming Humans stuffed in cans back to back.. never connecting in eyes of flesh and blood.. where dogs are becoming children.. and robotic dogs are replacing flesh and blood barks.. of Love.. and young people are no longer even interesting in connecting to physically produce the next generation at all…
All a symptom of a sick species of Animal.. named human..
When humans retreat into shells as social animals..
It is a sure sign.. of misery and suffering
and a harbinger for more
of
THAT to come beyond
sadness.. if we
do not come
up with
some kind of
solution for change..
i for one practice the
change i want to see by
connecting to the flesh and
blood world tribe wherever I
go in dance.. but that takes
courage and determination
to do that in Zombie
sidewalks
of cold
moving
eyes
of Robot
Feet..:)
You poem has a wonderful shape both visually and verbally.
Ah thanks so much.. my friend of
LimeRicks.. a shape… a word
a line or two.. perhaps three of me
or four or more.. can flow togetHeR
as one i suppose.. letting go.. we..:)
This post is dedicated to the three young women who are brave
enough to dance with me today.. for a full 30 minutes in
Free-Style Ballet through the Aisles of Super-Walmart
with smiles as wide as
the UNiVERSE
ISFREEASGOD..
WE STILL
CAN bE..
AT ANY
AGE..
just move
just move
THE SONG
and DANCE
of poeTRY
LiFE..
And no.. I do not share
my blog links with
folks under
the age
of 18
THAT is
not appropriate..
for obvious reasons..
i bring the message
in dance instead..
and it works
much
better
than
words
EVER
EVER
WILL..
AND SADLY ENOUGH..
THE YOUNGER FOLKS
ARE most only THE ONLY
ONES
WHO
HEAR IT..
but that’s
nothing
new at
all.. as history
SHOWS NOW
AND NOW
AGAIN….
But anyway with ALL this
said and done.. i AM
celebrating
my 70th
RAVE
DANCE
WEEK
THURSDAY
NIGHT
WITH
all the KOOL COLLEGE
AGE FOLKS AT OLD
SEVILLE QUARTER
IN PENSACOLA
FL.. with more
fun dance
photos
coming
AFTER
3AM..
as a prayer
fulfilled for
the GreaTest
Blessings of Life
IN JUST
Dancing and
Connecting with
the TRIBE AS FREE!
IN FLESH AND BLOOD..
AWAY FROM THE WALLS
OF THIS TWO DIMENSIONAL SCREAM!…
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