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Fool’s Gold . a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 November 2019; published on 30 November 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • FOOL’S GOLD, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a short satire on counterfeit money ..

FOOL’S GOLD
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 November 2019

Would you like some counterfeit?
We have tons and tons of it.

If you say yes, and Fort Knox knocks,
They will have what you have not …
The stuff that dreams are made of.

Who can guess with what duress
The Feds will put you to the test?
Confess! … unless  you’d like a drubbing.

So I say: At the end of the day
It’s better to have what you make,
Than fake … albeit merely pennies.

Then, should the Feds express distress
You can show what you were paid …
And so allay budding dismay
On the part of every party.

I do presume to sing this tune
Of happiness without much stress
By being quite the opposite
Of those who profess to be lawless.

Heartache creeps in
When the heart takes a spin
To the land of the heartachy hard case …

Perhaps not the gallows
Yet prison will swallow
The years of our youth
Amongst the uncouth
Who did not know real bread
From playdough

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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The Gatorade Kid . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 25 October 2019; published on 25 October 2019; video published on 24 November 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “The Gatorade Kid,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem for you, about a tragic story part 3D and part 4D, that unfolded in Durango, Colorado, four years ago. Sometimes there is no way to redress the wrongs of the world except through story-telling, poetry, art, or song …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“The Gatorade Kid”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
25 October 2019
Soundtrack and Words

 

There was a kid
who lived outside
He lived right behind
The Iron Horse Inn

When the snows came
He would beg those within
for a chance to stay warm
from dusk to dawn.

The rent he paid was
a goofy grin
and if they required it –
a night’s love-in

One day I heard
a car drive by
I heard, offhand:
Would you like a ride?

and the kid said: Sure!

They stopped just offroad
in an evergreen aisle.
The man at the wheel
said with a smile:

Kid, wanna go the mile?
I can make it worth your while!

and the kid said: Sure!

Then I saw the boy’s face
contorted in pain
Oh! Why does it feel so strange?

He fell down bleeding by a back tire
On the ground down snow
‘Twixt the car and the lane

Two men guffawed
and drove away

The next day I walked out
my motel door
hoping to see
the boy’s face once more

I saw his Gatorade lying there
in a snowdrift
by a new guest’s door

It was tipped sideways.
It was half full –
the liquid bright blue
on the shoveled snow

Next day I walked out
with a flutter of hope
like a blue bird tangled
up in my heart

I saw the Gatorade
sunk in the snow
and my heart checked out
of the Iron Horse Inn.

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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The Life of a Pond Turtle . a poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 September 2019; published on 30 September 2019; revised on 31 May 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “The Life of a Pond Turtle,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
    • Credits

Dear Ones,

The shortest of poems: “The Life of a Pond Turtle.” A Summary follows the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“The Life of a Pond Turtle”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
24 September 2019

 

Oh, the life of a pond turtle is
Sits in the sun, and swims with fishes

Oh, the life of a pond turtle is
Better than, better than anyone’s biz

Credits

“The Life of a Pond Turtle”
Directed by Alice B. Clagett
Filmed on location: Mildred E. Mathias Botanical Garden – UCLA
Soundtrack” “The Life of a Pond Turtle” by Alice B. Clagett

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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Ice . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Ice,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem called “Ice,” about what I intuited might be a well-laid murder plot in the Wild West. I was, I feel, the intended victim. Luckily I escaped ‘before the fact’, unscathed. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

This is a poem called “Ice” …

. . . . .

“Ice”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
19 September 2019

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

I said, I’m a charity trust trustee
Ought I stay on the board or leave it?

He said, Why live with clutter?

Out of the corner of my eye
I looked round at his office

No papers, no books, no cabinets
Just a laptop and a printer

Ok, I said. I agree

As he handed me the paper to sign
his eyes cut like a razor

.   .  .

He said, Here are your POA forms
One is for power over health
the other for just about everything else

If you want
my wife and I
can provide that service for you

His eyes looked clear, like river ice
early on, in the winter

Ok, I said. I will sign them

.   .  .

His eyes turned blue like the midday sky
as he handed me the papers

Here’s a form, he said,
that I always advise
it’s important for your children

After 3 days they pull the plug
it saves them from commotion

I said, I don’t like that form at all!
Look at me – I’m the picture of perfect health
and then, I have no children

His eyes glinted like sun on snow
He said, My advice is to sign it.

.   .  .

He opened the door to show me out
Then stopped for half a second

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

.   .  .
.   .  .

She said, I can’t see you at my job
They’re fixing the floor in my office.
I’ll do the massage at our home instead

Her voice was like raspberry jam on toast
Why did that concern me?

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

Two weeks later, I found the door
of the place where she and her husband lived

Here, she said, is my new massage table

Her hand touched the cloth
in the way that a priest
offers the Sunday Eucharist

.   .  .

I don’t disrobe for massage, I said
I hope you can work around that

Her lips froze
Her eyes assessed
Her hip touched the edge of the table gently

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

.   .  .

This is a new technique, she said
You’ll be the first to try it
and she explained cerebrally
the ins and outs of the method

Then out of the blue, it seemed to me,
she said, Do you know Catherine?
I have known her for years, she said
and I really like her

My eyes froze, then relaxed. O yeah.
It’s Catherine that’s working back in town
next door to this young lady

A hunch formed in the back of my mind
Then disappeared
before I could see
more than a claw
or the look on the face of it

.   .  .

A man in a hat
that concealed his face
walked in from the yard

As he cleared the lintel I saw
the door was still half open

His shadow lay
like a long black line
on the floor at the foot of the table

Who’s that? I asked

O, she said,
He’s just a gawker from next door
You don’t mind, do you?

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

He turned round in the cool dim room
felt for the door with his left hand
and stumbled into the sunlight

.   .  .

My blood turned hot.
My hands got cold
My heart got a speeding ticket

I sat up.

My gosh, I have to go!
Here, let me pay you

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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A Poem for the Man with the Trembling Pinkie . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 9 August 2019; revised on 23 May 2020

  • A POEM FOR THE MAN WITH THE TREMBLING PINKIE, by Alice B. Clagett
  • AFTERTHOUGHT: DO PERSEID METEOR SHOWERS SPARK SERIAL KILLER AND SERIAL RAPIST ENERGIES?
  • MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

Here is a very short poem rhymed in a slapdash manner reminiscent of the personality of the protagonist …

A POEM FOR THE MAN WITH THE TREMBLING PINKIE
by Alice B. Clagett
9 August 2019

His balderdash
Off he will cast
And you’ll be (past
tense) corned beef hash.

To get wise to this sort of MO (modus operandi), it might be good to view the British 2-part drama “Secret Smile,” which stars Kate Ashfield and David Tennant … Link: “Secret Smile” … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Smile ..

I do not advise ‘getting even’ or ‘giving someone what they deserve’ like the heroine, though. The thing to do is to ask local law enforcement for help, I feel.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

AFTERTHOUGHT: DO PERSEID METEOR SHOWERS SPARK SERIAL KILLER AND SERIAL RAPIST ENERGIES?

I wonder if this trouble that comes up every once in a while has something to do with the annual Perseid meteor shower (associated with the comet Swift-Tuttle), which is taking place just now?

Last night it felt like big menacing dark things were zooming by … a crowd of them, almost like hostile thought forms zooming through my head.

Could there be an association between the energy of the annual Perseid meteor shower and that of undercover serial killers and serial rapists? … a ‘spark-off’ that turns them from mild mannered Dr. Jekylls to evil Mr. Hydes this time of year? …

Link: “Perseids,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perseids ..

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MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 May 2019; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cRe ..

Link: “Triple Multiple Personality Disorder,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 29 May 2018; revised on 23 February 2019 and on 25 April 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9cQ ..

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Hold a Candle . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Hold a Candle,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem written during the monthly creative writing class I attended at the beginning of May. The stance of the poem I feel to be good for me as a neutral observer of humankind.

Elsewhere in my blogs I express the stance I would take were I a transvestite (a crossdresser) or transgender person dealing with the Ascension clearing process through the Incoming Light. That process also involves neutral witnessing, I feel, but of a different sort: In that field ‘beyond right and wrong’ (to quote the great mystical poet Rumi) each of us stands alone with God, and assesses the what and wherefore of our human condition, the causal incidents of our Soul wounding, and that ruthlessly truthful Awareness that leads to an ever brighter Body of Light.

There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

At writing class last month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: candle, crutch, soar, sadness, transvestite, and excitement. 

My gift to the class was a poem that included all those words. Here is that poem for you; the title is “Hold a Candle” ….

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“Hold a Candle”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
5 May 2019

 

Hold a candle
Find a light
Hold it high
Against the night

What’s a hindrance?
What’s a crutch?
Find the surest
Healing touch!

Soar in laughter
Sink in pain
Sense the level
Strong terrain

Sadness catches
One and all
Then allows us
To recall

How excitement
May sustain —
Double, triple
Each small gain

Trust that
Each transvestite’s fear
May find comfort
Somewhere

Hear their yearning
Sense their call:
I’m God’s child
As are we all.

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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Sheets of Light . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 13 April 2019; published on 14 April 2019

Dear Ones,

Late yesterday afternoon, after Palm Sunday Vigil and communion with the holy congregation, I was driving home, and I wrote this poem …

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SHEETS OF LIGHT
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
13 April 2019

Light came down in sheets and folds
. . like cake mix falling into a cake pan
. . like clothes-pinned billows of wet sheets
. . . . .that fold and snap in a wild breeze
. . like Heaven slaloming
. . . . . through the streets.

Now, now is the time.

Dearest of the dear
Nearer than the breath of life
Faster than silver-footed thought

More sure than mother’s love
More curious than cats
More glorious than sunlight
. . caroming past Palm Sunday

Oh my Soul, remember!

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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