Poem: The 30th of May, 2020
Waxing poetic on yesterday, with the launch of the NASA/Space-X rocket and a Saturday night full of protests escalating to riots throughout America Things are looking up,We’re rising to our potential,living up to our dreams celestialRocket launched, without a hiccup.It’s out of this world. Things are going downWe’re “rising up”, so it seemsbut razing buildings…
There, There America, poem
There, There America by MarinArena America, I know, you’re not yourself lately. The pain is excruciating. Things are getting worse I don’t blame you… seems like everyone wants to blame you for being ill… But don’t worry. You’ll get better – you always do.
Poem: Thoughts & Observations at the Food Court
Here is some FOOD FOR THOUGHT! I’m feeling pizza and jealous that Shaggy looking dude sitting left from me can scarf down three slices without even thinking of the consequences and I’m also feeling pasta and sympathetic for that young girl sitting right from me struggling to feed her baby with not a flinch of…
POEM: Happy Place
Follow me on TWITTER Read and Like below ! “About a thoroughfare by #Disneyland in #Anaheim #Oranegcounty , touching upon the homelessness issue in OC” Happy Place Right along the happiest place on earth Is a boardwalk with the bopping brigade Some of whom dearly paid Bundles of bucks worth To bop and shop all…
Get to Know A So Cal “Girl”- Culver City
Discover Ms Culver City on my Virtual Tourist page the artsy studio gal who likes to be behind the scenes — Culver City –Home to Sony Pictures, Jeopardy & Wheel of Fortune!
An American Take on Arms : Why We Love Guns
– if you have guns, please use wisely 🙂 – ‘Cause we like the power, like to play God or be the Devil, ’cause they’re resourceful and resolve things, ’cause, bygolly, the sound effects just amuse us ’cause we want to imitate classic heroes like John Wayne and Annie, ’cause it’s our right guaranteed against…
Post 9/11 Poem : For Love of Country, or Man
…one of my delayed poetic reactions after the tragedy of 9/11… I miss the comfort of my country not ever being attacked on its own soil like the touch of a man How there was a sense of safety in an unsafe world I try to hold on to history as close as possible to…
Conversation on L.A. to a N.Y. Transplant
The pace is slower, “chill” or “laidback”, as we say. Relax a little. Get back to your wheels. Metro gets ya ’round but is decent at best. Cabbies exist here- just in downtown and Westwood, though you can’t hail them- “What the hell!”, you say. I know… …and then there’s the pizza It ain’t…
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