Pomona I Remember You.
Pomona,
Your persona
Lost
In the orchards of time.
Kisses of lemon and lime
Fizz in summertime.
Your sun
Beams
Strawberrys and creams.
My Desdimona
Steams
In jealousy.
I know Pomona,
She will leave me
With love
From the vine.
Pomona
That forbidden apple
Of mine.
Goddess true.
Sings through the trees.
Clings to the breeze.
With citrus hue.
Sweeter than
Morning dew.
Kevin East.
poem by Kevin East
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Narcisissma
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the belle of Biloxi,
Biloxi, Biloxi says she's not your kind
But Narcisissma gives me peace of mind.
She's got no braids in the inkwell, no money on the prize.
Ain't got no boyfriend behind her that she can't hypnotize.
And if you wanna see yourself without delusions or delies.
All you do is just look into her eyes.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma has no pride or delusions,
Delusions, delusions make me turn my face
But Narcisissma let's me find my place.
She's got no grudges, no crutches, no pigment and no peeves.
No cryers, no pliers, no liars and no sleeves.
And she will always tell you every thing that she believes.
She's got no belly button too, no high heeled shoe.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.
Well everybody's lookin' like they're s'posed to
But nobody's lookin' very good.
So when you find somebody to get close to
Well don't you think you should?
Narcisissma, Narcisissma loves to thrill and delight me,
Delight me, delight me and I'll never quit
'Cause Narcisissma knows just where I fit.
She's got no tight draws, locked doors, nothin' on the side.
Ain't got no skin flaws, in-laws, nothin' left to hide.
And if you need a new location where you'll best be satisfied
You might prefer, to fall in love with her
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.-a
song performed by by Don McLean
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Time will tell how you rate against the rest of the competition. I'll let everyone else worry about championships. I'm going to worry about qualifying at Pomona.
quote by Larry Dixon
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Pomona's romance
Gaia's splendid gems seeds vines
cornucopia
spills forth its contents give thanks
savor abundant harvest
tanka by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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Ah The Trees
Ah the trees soothe the mind
Take time to breathe the air
With the breeze the puppeteer with touch so fair
- They duet, with delicate wave and muted joy
A minuet for bygone kings or tinker boy.
Ah the trees, I leave my madness
As I run through crowded street
Diesel perfume will never smell as sweet
-As the meadow kissed by the breeze
Conducted by the trees.
Finding childhood summers I had lost.
Or winter wood with decor frost.
Ah the trees, where we rest our eyes in shades of green
And butterflies now seldom seen
Flicker in the sun.
When your lips touched mine and we were one
Lost in the rat- race we would run.
Beauty now we find in books
Yet Mother Nature has kept her looks.
Ah the trees, charcoal black as tempests
Like to scatter fear with lightning strike
But you stand strong against the sky
Like troops you watch the bullets fly
Swaying until the storms respite
Laying still in the morning light
Revived as hoar frost does yield to sun
Miracles for everyone.
And as birdsong imparts a healing trill
Trees dance, we embrace
And stand so still.
poem by Kevin East
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Icy Moons.
Dark.
Nostalgic
Fireside afternoons.
Time lets us
Replay those tunes.
But
Comes back to haunt us
With icy moons.
Throwing beams
Stowing dreams.
To relive again
Love and pain.
And kisses
That we missed.
Misses
That we kissed.
Behind the dunes.
Now swept away.
Night mocks the day
As memory swoons.
To icy moons.
Kevin East.
poem by Kevin East
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Little Girl So Fine
After the music had stopped
I still heard it playing
I moved a little closer to hear
The words she was saying
She said Ill never break your heart
Ill never try to fake it
My love is here for you
All you have to do is take it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
The night seemed to say it was right
But could I believe her
My heart said, its time to go
But my eyes wouldnt leave her
Theres always somebody trying to break your heart
Somebody trying to take it
My little girl tried so hard
To help me make it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
When we danced
I forgot everything and whispered
Hold me tight
Take a chance
On what tomorrow brings
Wont you be mine, be mine
Be mine tonight
We walked away laughing together
Into the night for ever and ever and ever
Now I know
Ill never break me babys heart
Ill never try to fake it
Ill give her all my love
All she has to do is take it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Savor Da Flavor
She's got that flavor I love to savor
I'll lick your flavor baby, anytime
'Cause she's got raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime
I heard about the man that was eating his shoe
And the three-headed lady said how do you do
You brake to take, but it ain't no mistake
It just don't make no kinda sense to you
Just sitting there, won't you get control of yourself
It was the 3rd of May and now it's June the 12th
So stop you lop, I get the pick of the crop
Savor da flavor
Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime
Her waves in motion, start a commotion
I'll take her potion any day or time
Like an illusion, spreading confusion
She know's she's using it and that's just fine
I could have been a rumor, but I like what I hear
So I took it one step further
Threw it out of the rear
Do you wait or hate or retaliate
And I take a little dance with the fear
Not a pretty lady trying to take it on me
But she's got a little sister, that's the place I'll be
In a line, she's fine and she's gonna be mine
Savor da flavor
Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime
Savor da flavor
Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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It's a Citrus Thing
To feel and peel an Orange.
And to know it is naturally sliced.
Sweetened to eat when ripe.
Like a grapefruit!
Tasting good and nice in Summer.
It's a citrus thing I think.
An apple peeled does not reveal that!
It's a citrus thing I think.
Lemons and Limes are neither sweet or pink.
Being predictably what they are.
And often they are used in an assortment of mixed drinks.
It's a citrus thing I think.
Although Bananas do have seeds...
And grow from trees,
When peeled their seeds are barely seen.
Unnoticed they go when chewed too.
It's a citrus thing making this interesting...
With a fruiting done few do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Je n'ai pas oublié, voisine de la ville (I've not forgotten, near the town)
I've not forgotten, near to the town,
our white house, small but alone:
its Pomona of plaster, its Venus of old
hiding nude limbs in the meagre grove,
and the sun, superb, at evening, streaming,
behind the glass, where its sheaves were bursting,
a huge eye in a curious heaven, present
to gaze at our meal, lengthy and silent,
spreading its beautiful candle glimmer
on the frugal cloth and the rough curtain.
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Strawberrys and Chocolate
Strawberrys and Chocolate are so romantic,
my love for you; I'd cross the atlantic.
Strawberrys and chocolate are ever so sweet,
when im with you my heart always skips a beat.
Strawberrys and chocolate there taste makes me come alive,
your a drug and for you i thrive.
poem by Tammie LilAimo
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Blanche
Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest with the morn!
Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepest through the corn!
Breeze! O breeze! that fannest the forlorn!
Oh linger by the lattice of sweet Blanche of mine!
Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest for noon!
Breeze! true breeze! that hast a tryst with June!
Breeze! kind breeze! I beg of thee a boon!
Oh peep in through the lattice of poor Blanche of mine!
Breeze! fleet breeze! that goest with the day!
Breeze! dear breeze! that hastenest away!
Breeze! breeze! breeze! I beg of thee to stay,
And breathe upon the pillow of pale Blanche of mine!
Breeze! night-breeze! that wailest on the wold!
Breeze! lost breeze! that wanderest in the cold!
Breeze! dread breeze! oh flit not by the mould
Which shelters what is left me of lost Blanche of mine!
poem by Alfred Austin
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When I Was Yours
(emmylou harris/paul kennerley)
In a lonely room waiting for the night to fall
I hear your voice in every whip-poor-will that calls
And it takes me back to a better place and a sweeter time
When I was yours and you were mine
As the shadows fall and the light grows dim I see your face
I close my eyes and feel the warmth of your embrace as I long for you
And for all those days when hearts entwined
When I was yours and you were mine
When I was yours and you were mine
When I was yours and you were mine
A truer love in caroline
Ever waltzed across these hills and danced beneath the stars
Life was sweeter than the flowers blooming on the vine
When I was yours and you were mine
So I lay my head
On a pillow soft and stained with tears
I cry for you through all the long and lonely years
But when I dream till the morning sun comes to shine
Then Ill be yours and youll be mine
Yes I will go back to a better place and a sweeter time
When I was yours and you were mine
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Jealousy
(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine?
(Jealousy) I cop attain and bought a house then came
(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name?
(Jealousy) I could kill you or leave you shamed
(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy
(Jealousy) It can get you killed
song performed by by Ghostface Killah from Bulletproof Wallets
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Summertime
(Dean Sams/Rivers Rutherford/Tom Shapiro)
I like your look in that sweater
All warm and bundled up tight
But I keep picturing something a little different tonight
I see you in a bikini
One lazy toe in the pool
Layed back and sippin' on something long, tall and cool.
Yeah, I can't wait for a warm breeze blowin'
Green grass growin' and the bright sunshine
Short sundress with your long legs showin'
I can't wait for the summertime
Oh, the summertime.
I'm gonna find us some tickets
To a tropical isle
You just see if your mama can keep the kids for awhile
We'll take our drinks with umbrellas
We'll take a room with a view
I'm gonna take my sweet time makin' love to you
That's what I'm gonna do.
I can't wait for a warm breeze blowin'
Green grass growin' and the bright sunshine
Short sundress with your long legs showin'
I can't wait for the summertime
Feel your body next to mine
In the summertime.
Yeah, I can't wait for a warm breeze blowin'
Green grass growin' and the bright sunshine
Short sundress with your long legs showin'
I can't wait for the summertime
Oh I can't wait for a warm breeze blowin'
Green grass growin' and the bright sunshine
Short sundress with your long legs showin'
I can't wait for the summertime
Feel your body next to mine
In the summertime.
Summertime.
Summertime.
In the summertime...
song performed by by Lonestar
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No Limerick?
A poem presenting with rhyme
and which follows a rhythm in time
need not be what we call
a true Limerick at all
like a lemon, the cousin of lime.
Yet a limerick a lemon can be,
you could use a small slice for your tea.
Do not use it in fudge
and respect that the judge
is the man with no writing degree.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Bittersweet
Only the violins
Cry honey tears.
Fragrant promises are lost
On summer breeze.
Our first kisses haunt us
In future years.
Yet blessings find us
On our knees.
Or on trains
Where lovers
Never did meet.
Some cherries
Are so bittersweet.
Flowers light the room
Like a smile.
She touched my hand
A love life ago.
As I watched those blooms
Die in such style.
That stranger
That I've come to know
Still kisses my soul.
Clouds roll.
An icicle
From the warmest glow.
Sweet shiver
From memories hypnotised.
Sunlight is metamorphosised
Into tempest,
Oh so Indiscreet.
Love's storms
That blow
So bittersweet.
Only the moon
Laughs and cries
Yet beams forever
In the skies.
Only the ocean
Can sparkle and sing.
Yet drown the dreams
Of everything
That takes its hand
In trust.
Washed up on the sand
- Stardust.
Remnants of our kiss.
And
Pink petals at your feet.
Now prisoners
Of our happiness.
In
Daisy chains,
So bittersweet.
poem by Kevin East
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Key Lime Pie
Ocean breeze, tire swing
Coconut fall if you shake that thing
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
Tall green tree, yellow bird
Bikini bottom and a tie-dyed shirt
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Big white sail, red sunset
Lobster tail and don't forget
My, my, my - my key lime pie
A six string, ten shots
Of Cruzan rum, hey, I like it a lot
With my, my, my - my key lime pie
Tortola, a full moon
Shining down on a blue lagoon
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
We got Ginger and Mary Ann
Cookin' up a real good tan
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
Key lime pie, my my my
My, my, my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Refinement Of A Pot
Refinement of a pot appears effete
if you don’t like irregularities.
Once baked inside a kiln the searing heat
preserves forever angularities
that may be smoothed while it is wet and warm,
yet only when it’s finally been glazed
are faults seen in perspective, in a form
that sometimes tells the viewer: be amazed.
Inspired by Christopher Knight’s review of an exhibition of the pots of the Biloxi potter, George E. Ohr, in the American Museum of Ceramic Art in Pomona (“Pottery with a Modernist twist, ” LA Times, December 26,2007) :
Ohr was a certified eccentric, not least as indicated by the 20-inch mustache he reportedly draped over his ears to keep from getting it tangled in the spinning potter's wheel. But he was nonetheless a gifted journeyman. The son of an Eastern European immigrant blacksmith, he was taught the potter's traditional craft by an Alsatian father-and-son team, first in Biloxi and later in New Orleans.
Ohr learned how to prepare clay, build kilns and manipulate standard glaze formulas. He also spent two years traveling the Midwest and the South examining rival production facilities, to better know the competition. He regularly visited (and sometimes showed his wares at) giant trade shows, such as Chicago's famous 1893 World's Columbian Exposition. The souvenirs sold at these fairs, such as the Christopher Columbus coins designed by the preeminent sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens for the Chicago extravaganza, might also have provided inspiration. The Pomona show includes five so-called 'brothel coins' that Ohr made for the Gulf Coast tourist trade. Each small, unglazed clay disk pairs words with a low-relief image to make a verbal-visual rebus: 'I love U' written above a leaping deer; 'let's go 2' above a bed; and other, bawdier couplings. A far cry from Saint-Gaudens' lofty allusion to classical Roman coins, Ohr's comic souvenirs reflected his own oddball character. In a nation uncomfortable with art, being wacky could function as a defensive mechanism - as a wink and a nod that minimized the threat of being taken seriously. With nothing left to lose after his pottery burned to the ground, Ohr unleashed his expert technical skill. Rather than return to producing utilitarian dishes and vases for the home, he began to play with conventional ceramic forms. He began to make art. Pomona is the first stop on a tour prepared by Biloxi's Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art, whose large collection happily survived the brutal assault of Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Twenty-eight of the pieces are from the museum's collection, while the rest have been lent by private collections in Mississippi and California.
12/27/07
poem by Gershon Hepner
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We Will Be Together
In orange and lemon dreams
On sun drenched beaches
With melting ice creams,
Wearing our silly hats.
Skimming pebbles
We leap
Like acrobats.
Two rebels
Basking in horizon deep
Of aqua blue.
Now our hearts melt too.
Sea sprayed in embrace
That sweet angelic face.
To share a salty kiss
As the moon gatecrashed our bliss.
And a crimson sun
Sank into the sea
As it cooled.
Your jewelled eyes
Spoke to me
That silent promise
Of love.
I had to look above
To savour
The spangled canopy.
That open air theatre
Where we will always be
Together.
Free.
poem by Kevin East
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You Were Mine
When you were mine
I held some reason and rhyme
A Jacobs ladder to climb
Sweet days of roses and wine.
Back then our hearts were new
As newborn stars turned out to view
That restless ocean of blue.
Our souls kissed once
And flew.
When you were mine
And we would sit, candlelit
And dine
That laughter of another another time
Those harmonies that
Now i can only mime.
Tears always follow after love sublime
The hollow silence of decline.
That heartbreak in slow motion
Yet I say that I'm just fine
God, what gave me the notion
That you were ever mine.
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