“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
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written on 25 October 2019; published on 25 October 2019; video published on 24 November 2019. Revised on 30 April 2025
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
“The Life of a Pond Turtle,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Credits
Dear Ones,
Here is one of the shortest of my poems; the title is “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
……….
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Filmed on 24 September 2019; published on 30 September 2019; revised on 31 May 2020; revised on 14 February 2024 and on 30 April 2025
To turn off the spooky background music, click once or twice on the arrow on the audio bar at the bottom of the page …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“Ice: A Murder Plot!” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem called “Ice: A Murder Plot!” 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: A Murder Plot!” …
. . . . .
“Ice: A Murder Plot!”
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
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019; revised on 6 April 2023 and on 29 May 2023
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
NOTES: As you may know, ‘to ice’ is an old time slang word that means ‘to murder’ … to ‘send to the morgue’, where it is icy cold.
… and POA means ‘power of attorney’
See also … Link: “Elder Euthanasia for Profit: Truth or Fiction?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 10 April 2022 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-qLk ..
Here is background information … Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Murder in the Wild West,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 8 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jrE ..
Music by SergeQuadrado from Pixabay
Detective – Pixabay License
Image: “Chameleon,” adapted from image by Alan Frijns from Pixabay – Pixabay Content License
Image: “Chameleon,” adapted from image by Alan Frijns from Pixabay – Pixabay Content License
A POEM FOR ‘CHAMELEON’: 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 ‘CHAMELEON’: 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
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 9 August 2019; revised on 23 May 2020 and on 28 December 2023
This post is included here … Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Castratrux – Basal Vampire’,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 14 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-m4H ..
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: “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, Soundtrack and Words
THE GREAT ENIGMA: TRANSVESTITES AND MURDER
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem written during the monthly creative writing class I attended at the beginning of May. In this poem I tried to express the popular liberal sentiment towards transvestites.
Click once or twice on the arrow on the audio bar at the bottom of the page to turn off the music …
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 an edited Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
Should I offer context for this poem or ought I not? I will give it a go. As you may know, I am a straight woman. There was a group of people whose gender preferences were different from my own. It appeared to me that, over the years, there began to be hostility on the part of some of them to do with our different outlooks.
At a 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.
There was a tape recorder for the first time in the mix, and I had an unworthy presentiment that a lawsuit might be in the works, to do with their feeling that my intuition regarding some (surely not all) transvestites, about which I have written.
What to do? The long and the short of it is, I ‘asked up’, and Spirit wrote this poem that included all those words.
My gift to the class was a poem that included all those words. Here is that poem for you; it is called “Hold a Candle” ….
. . . . .
“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.
. . . . .
THE GREAT ENIGMA: TRANSVESTITES AND MURDER
As you may know, there are a great many murders of transvestites and of transgender women. The popular view is one of shock and finger pointing. That I feel to be in line with popular sentiment against gender preference bullying. In other words, it seems to me that popular sentiment has finally turned to a liberal approach towards gender preference, and that, by extension, people have a liberal point of view towards cross-dressing.
And then there is my intuition that, in some cases, transvestites carry a burden of hidden rage, that might in a moment in which I am unwary leap out and strike me.
To be blunt, in some instances when I am in the presence of a transvestite, I fear for my life. In that context, because I have learned to trust my intuition so as to avoid danger here in Los Angeles, it feels to me that popular sentiment is the maudlin expression of the innocence of lambs before the slaughter.
Amongst transvestites I sometimes sense great cunning, and intent to slaughter. Then there are transvestites who are like on television … well meaning people who prefer a gender not expressed at birth. Why the variance?
Could it be there are those masquerading as transvestites as a disguise for serial killing, for instance? If that were so, then surely I would feel threatened when in their physical presence. Yet in the presence of other transvestites I feel at ease.
How to reconcile these: The concern of our society for needless slaughter of transvestites, and this intuition that I have regarding hidden rage in some cases?
I went to law enforcement on this. Law enforcement opined the folks from whom I was fleeing would prey upon each other, and in that way eliminate the threat to me without the law having to involve itself with my protection.
A transvestite attended my church on Palm Sunday, and the person sat in the pew in front of me. I had a concern for my physical safety, so I left very quickly after the service. And that set me to thinking.
Last night, in the wee small hours, it occurred to me that the murders of transvestites reported in Wikipedia might to some extent have to do with competition within their ranks. Could it be that there are cunning murderers posing as transvestites who are turning on and murdering each other, as law enforcement had suggested?
Yet if this were so, and if that subset were to be quite cunning, how might they succeed in murdering each other if they have not quite a bit of practice murdering ‘lambs’ … innocent people like me? There are, after all, in this physical world, both lambs like us and wolves in sheep’s clothing, are there not? In which case, I ought to do my best to guard my perimeter and live a safe and happy life.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
MUSICAL CREDITS: Music by Nesrality from Pixabay … “British Folksong -Searching for Lambs,” by Nesrality, Pixabay License
Written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019; 4 April 2023
