I Am of the Stars, and I have this for you today …
Don’t be a crowd follower; be a trend setter! That way, in the long run, your name will be in Lights!
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written on 26 July 2023 and published on 27 July 2023; revised on 26 August 2023
Image: “Simi Hills, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 July 2023, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Simi Hills, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 July 2023, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
This is a First Contact message from a Cooper’s Hawk channeled through me, Alice B. Clagett. The message is entitled “Jacinth on the Throne of God.” There is a Summary after the video.
Click once or twice on the arrow on the audio bar below to turn off the music …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“Jacinth on the Throne of God”
Message from a Cooper’s Hawk channeled by Alice B. Clagett 5 April 2023
CC BY-SA 4.0 International
I am Jacinth on the Throne of God I was baked in the sands of Palestine Washed in the River Lebanon Found by the ladies of the King And brought to the One Who knew the Way That each of us will follow.
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God bless you all,
And keep you safe,
And be with you
Through all your days.
See you all next time. Take care!
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
MOVIE CREDITS
“Jacinth on the Throne of God”
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
5 April 2023
CC BY-SA 4.0 International
MUSICAL CREDITS
Music by SamuelFrancisJohnson from Pixabay
“The Ancient – slower” … Pixabay License
Filmed on 5 April 2023 and published on 7 April 2023; revised on 9 April 2023; on 22 July 2023; and on 27 September 2023.
Image: Jacinth [pronounced jah’-singh], by Rob Lavinsky, iRocks.com … from Wikipedia … CC BY-SA 3.0
Image: Jacinth [pronounced jah’-singh], by Rob Lavinsky, iRocks.com … from Wikipedia … CC BY-SA 3.0
This is an Astral Plane lore blog with clairvoyant automatic drawings of astral visitors clairaudiently sensed.
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TINY ANTHOLOGIES: DIVERSE DRAWINGS 9: ASTRAL LORE – REQUESTS BY LOT AND MARY JANE, AUTOMATIC DRAWINGS BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
Here is the ninth in the series “Tiny Anthologies: Diverse Drawings” from this website, along with links to the blogs in which they are found. In the collection of Diverse Drawings below, the most recent is at the top.
For the “Compendium: Tiny Anthologies: Diverse Drawings,” which has links to all the pages in this series, see … Link: “Compendium: Tiny Anthologies: Diverse Drawings,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 May 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mUF ..
For links to my various collections of drawings, markups, effected images, and composite images, see … Link: “Compendium: Tiny Anthologies: Drawings, Markups, Effected Images, and Composite Images by Alice,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 December 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-kX9 ..
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ASTRAL LORE – REQUESTS BY LOT AND MARY JANEtop
They say that by drawing randomly, without any forethought, can be seen what is going on in the subconscious mind of the artist. They call this ‘automatic drawing’.
These automatic drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing …
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 1: Lot: ‘Stern Taskmaster’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 1: Lot: ‘Stern Taskmaster’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 2: Lot: ‘Talks Too Much’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 2: Lot: ‘Talks Too Much’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 3: Lot: ‘How Do’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 3: Lot: ‘How Do’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 4: Lot: ‘You’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 4: Lot: ‘You’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 5: Mary Jane: ‘Me’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 5: Mary Jane: ‘Me’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 6: Kaboomeroonieville,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 6: Kaboomeroonieville,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
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LOT: ‘A MAN AT WORK’ AND MARY JANE: ‘REMINDS ME OF A TEACHER’ top
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 7: Lot: ‘A Man at Work’ … and … Mary Jane: ‘Reminds Me of a Teacher’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 7: Lot: ‘A Man at Work’ … and … Mary Jane: ‘Reminds Me of a Teacher’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 8: A Little Boy I Knew’” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 8: A Little Boy I Knew,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 9: The First House I Lived In,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 9: The First House I Lived In,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 10: Caterpillar,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 10: Caterpillar,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 11: Mary Jane: ‘Dad’s Eyes Had a Glint in Them’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 11: Mary Jane: ‘Dad’s Eyes Had a Glint in Them’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 12: Mary Jane: ‘I Knew a Boy at School’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
Image: “Drawings Requested by Lot and Mary Jane 12: Mary Jane: ‘I Knew a Boy at School’,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 December 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0. from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: These drawings were requested by two visitors on the astral plane, Lot and Mary Jane. Lot was a grown man but he seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and Mary Jane was 5 years old. They came in separately, on the astral airs, each with a keen interest in drawing.
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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Drawn on 29 December 2021; published on 29 December 2021; revised on 7 December 2024 and on 13 February 2026
SEE ALSO … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Diverse Drawings 13: Astral Lore – Astral Chatters . automatic drawings,” by Alice B. Clagett, imaged on 15 April 2022; published on 31 May 2022; revised on 7 December 2024 and on 13 February 2026 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-rfX ..
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From 2016 to 2020, I had a concern that attempts were being made to shake me down and maybe even to murder me, to keep me from ‘squawking’ about being fleeced by some con artists. Here is how the story goes …
MURDER, METHINKS!
In September 2019 I wrote a poem called “Ice” …
Link: “Ice,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eio ..
The occasion was what I intuited to be a ‘deep freeze’ and ‘slam down’ attempt on my life and property. That confidence game is described here …
Link: “Confidence Games: The ‘Deep Freeze’ and the ‘Slam Down’,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 January 2020; published on 4 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jqB ..
Just afterward, on the psychic plane I logged onto a ‘Reuben Frost’ stock laundering scheme in which a number of shady stock brokers nationwide apparently used the name of one broker, since apparently retired, in New York State. [‘Reuben Frost’ is the name of a fictional book series along the theme of stock brokers who murder their clients and subsume their assets..]
The hunch I logged onto was that these bogus stock brokers, using the name of a retired broker still listed with one of the most prestigious stock brokers in America, were in cahoots with the ‘Slam Down’ con artists, and would transfer the murdered person’s assets out of their brokerage account as soon as the deed was done.
For all I knew, it could be that the con artists themselves posed as the stock broker, and might sweep the account into their own at the moment of the murder.
This seemed on the far fringe of the possible to me, but just in case, it seemed right to move what meagre holdings I had to another stock brokerage right away. I felt all the more urgency about this because I realized I had gotten the referral to my stock broker from a West Los Angeles friend of the three people I felt had been involved in the ‘slam down’ attempt.
On delving around I found that the name of the series’ author Haughton Murphy might have been a pen name for my own stock broker, who was at that time (though it looks like he is no longer) with a prestigious brokerage in the state of New York. As I recall from an online search, that broker may also have been a lawyer who was at that time certified in New York and California; at least, there was a lawyer by the same name.
I gathered my stock broker, being of an advanced aged, might have been subbing out his work to another, younger man with the same first and last name and with a different middle initial and phone number. From the records, I gathered that man had done unauthorized trading on my account, and also sold me some Puerto Rico bonds that tanked. At the time I purchased the bonds, he told me emphatically they were safe and said they were backed by the research reports of his prestigious brokerage.
I had a hunch the West Los Angeles woman who recommended this questionable stock broker to me might be a ‘maker’ of patsies for the West Los Angeles mob. I use the word ‘maker’ in the sense that she might have been ‘making’ the mob’s ‘marks’ or potential victims.
FLIGHT FROM THE WILD WEST
The putative ‘slam down’ attempt on my life and property took place in the Wild West in the autumn of 2015. The boldfaced nature of this hair-raising attempt on my life by three people who at the time were residents of that Wild West town left me no choice but to flee for my life. I had a hunch that several mean-eyed men might have been ‘hot on my tail’. That is the notion I had at the time, though facts be mighty few.
……………….. Sidebar: Wild West Shakedown Attempt: The Long and the Short of It
That no violence to my person took place in the Wild West had its good and bad side. The good is that I was not murdered. Through intuition I was ‘one step ahead’ and slipped away just in the nick of time.
The bad is that, for the same reason, I have no proof of a murder attempt that seemed to me might have been long and craftily planned by folks well schooled in that heinous art. Without proof, how can I find legal solace? How can I return to that lovely town? I feel in my heart a well-laid plan has for years been set in place in the event of my return, and would unfold the minute I set foot there.
For the good of the people of the Wild West, there might, in a way, be recourse. I have a hunch that murder of woman tourists may be occurring in towns of the Wild West every year, just after the autumn deer hunting season closes.
If the hunch pans out, it might be possible for law enforcement in the Wild West to discover and apprehend the perpetrators when the next murder occurs. That would make the news, and it would make a town safer for tourists, and improve the income brought in through the tourist trade.
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TOUR OF THE SOUTHWEST AND RETURN TO LOS ANGELES
What happened next was the Tour of the Southwest described here …
Link: “Compendium: Tour of the Southwest during January 2016 ,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 19 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ie1 ..
Then after that was the break-in to my house in Los Angeles, because of which I aborted the tour and returned to Los Angeles. After that were the break-in to my car trunk while I was hiking and the theft of my spare keys from my Los Angeles storage shed (and their replacement several days later).
As you can imagine, strangers must have been walking into my home when I went to the grocery store during the year 2016. Things would disappear from my home, with no sign of forced entry, while I was out.
When I told the Los Angeles police about the break-ins and the disappearing items in my home, they called the thefts the ‘perfect crime’. They explained ‘the mob’ works like that. That meant I had to make my home as secure as possible, and that I had to watch out for myself wherever I went, for about four years, out of concern for strong-arm interlopers.
‘CROSSING SWORDS’ WITH THE MOB IN LOS ANGELES
Through dint of long effort, I was able to make my home, my post office box, and my person more secure. I could not get my car key replace, and odd things were happening to my car during my senior fitness classes at 24-Hour Fitness in Fallbrook Mall: I would get in the car after class and the car would not start.
That happened again and again; I began to think someone might have got hold of a spare key from the set of keys that had been lifted, and might be opening my car door while I was in class, and that might somehow be the cause of the ignition failure. That was all my mechanic and I could come up with, although we tried an ingenious mechanical fix or two.
Of equal concern was this: In my senior fitness class at the Mall, I kept ‘crossing swords’ with an apparent accomplice of ‘the mob’, a woman friend of the masseuse described in the “Ice” poem, who had the chutzpah to sign on as senior fitness instructor at 24-Hour Fitness in Fallbrook Mall. Then another woman instructor, of similar personality, showed up there. I did a drawing of the second woman here …
Link: “Kali,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 21 August 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-dZZ ..
There was quite a commotion at that senior fitness center; eventually I decided to quit the class so as to get round it.
In retrospect, the four years 2016-2020 were a hard slog. For the nonce, though, what with COVID precautions in place, all is quiet in the City of the Angels, by God’s good grace.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
For more stories like this, see my blog category: Alice’s Perilous Tales
This post has been added here … Link: “Compendium: My Childhood and Family, and Later Years,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 21 March 2020; republished on 29 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-haj ..
This post also 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 ..
Written and published on 8 August 2020; removed from online, then republished on 7 July 2021; revised on 24 July 2022 and on 23 March 2026 Previously titled: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Murder in the Wild West” No names are added; the account represents concerns I have but cannot substantiate. Because of that, the blog describes fictional goings on, rather than hard facts.
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MORE INFORMATION
Link: “Amateur Sleuth: On Matching Up Mugshots,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 29 April 2018; updated on 22 August 2020 and 24 August 2020; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8As ..
To turn off the background music, click once or twice on the arrow on the audio bar below. When you start to play another audio bar on the page, then what was playing before will likely stop playing of its own accord …
Music by OYStudio from Pixabay
Wild West Wedding – Pixabay License
Here is a Tiny Anthology of Wild West Poems, in alphabetical order by title. For the poems that have soundtracks, I suggest listening to the recording while reading the words of the poem. That way the flavor of the poem may the better be conveyed …
…………………………………. THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOEStop
A Fanciful Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 11 February 2018
There was a fellow in Desperadoville
Who loved to kill for a sexual thrill
A wise guy stopped by who said, “My gosh …
You make your kills with swashbuckling panache!
“I have one request … ‘Cause
These kills make such messes …
Once monthly, finesse this …
“Then say goodbye
To the townspeople’s sighs,
To their nightmares and cries …
Go and give it a try!”
So he tried this advice,
And at first it seemed nice
But the beat of his heart
Did a Humphrey Bogart
When he practiced that art
And, quick as Jack Robinson,
He ditched that lesson
Day after day, began
Once more rampagin’
One night, drinking liquor,
This hard hitter figured:
“The trouble’s your ticker!
“It’s too fast a racer
I’ll put a pacemaker
Inside it. Then killin’
Won’t be so thrillin’
“Cause when I think ‘hatchets’
My heart just won’t ratchet
Up, due to this gadget.”
So he found a doctor
To make up an order
To purchase the gizmo
To KO his MO
A life of crime
Don’t stop on a dime
It worked for a time
Then the day arrived
When he contrived
A vast panorama …
A homicide drama …
That went off as expected
For he fled, undetected
And savored the deed with espresso
This is far from the norm
He surmised, all forlorn …
My heart didn’t vet the crescendo
He moped for a while
Though it wasn’t his style …
“I’ll have to make hay
In a cold-blooded way,”
He declared: “Easy come, easy go!”
–from Link: “The Clink of a Reptile’s Toes,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 11 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8lU ..
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FOOL’S GOLDtop
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
–from Link: “Fool’s Gold,” a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 27 November 2019; published on 30 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-feX ..
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THE GATORADE KIDtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 25 October 2019
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.
–from Link: “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 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eHr ..
…………………………………. THE HATEFUL HEARTtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 24 November 2016
The hateful heart needs no consoling
As it’s always patrolling …
Looking for someone to love it,
Though it has no love to give. It
Prowls Earth like velociraptor,
Looking for love ‘ever after’.
When it finds it, it will eat it!
Then, looking for another sweet, it
Moans and groans,
Until it owns:
There is no love,
Unless you feed it!
–from Link: “The Hateful Heart,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 November 2016; published on 30 November 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6tQ ..
…………………………………. THE HET UP VETtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 20 February 2018
There once was a vet
Who began to feel that
He had too many cows on his docket
I have it! He stated
Since cash flow’s abated
I’ll try out a new line of profit
And so he ablated
That work he hated.
In favor of work that . . . The hospit-
-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news
That vet had a profit
That couldn’t be crop-ped
Stop it! … Awe but!
Them that knows it, just drops it!
The dickens, you say!
I could bellow all day
‘Bout the vet who transformed his meal ticket
Yup. The hospit-
-al blues were front page news
For the vet with moolah to deposit
–from Link: “The Het Up Vet,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 20 February 2018; revised on 14 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8nK ..
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ICE: A MURDER PLOT!top
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
–from Link: “Ice: A Murder Plot!” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019; and revised on 29 May 2023 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eio ..
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IS THERE A HOTEL HILTON IN HELL? OK, THEN, HOW ABOUT A SKI LIFT IN PURGATORY? top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 11 February 2018
When we get to the afterlife
There is no social din or strife
No ritz, no hoi polloi-ing there
No pas de trois, no gamesterware
The agent of that shift’s quite clair …
The Mind of God is in the air
God will sit there on His Throne
And every pecadillo’s known
No boodle tendered to His cause
Can make the Hand of Wisdom pause
We can’t hop on that ‘so long’ bus
or ride the rails to dodge the fuss
God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,
It’s we that must the piper pay
When we face God on Judgment Day
–from Link: “Is There a Hotel Hilton in Hell? Ok, Then, How About a Ski Lift in Purgatory?” a poem by Alice B. Clagett. written on 11 February 2019; published on 19 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8n1 ..
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ODE TO A SCARLET VARLETtop
A Story by Alice B. Clagett 24 February 2018
You know, some people say that, when a criminal pays,
by going to jail, and then gets out again,
that they’ve paid their debt to society,
and so they deserve a second chance, right?
And so, but …
There are certain criminals that don’t want a second chance!
So I’ve composed this ode in honor of those sorts of criminals.
And it goes like this:
I have paid my debt to society
and I pay it again each week Die, Sucker, Die!
And a makeover artist says:
If they shine their shoes, and buff up their lats
Nobody will know about their past!
And those guys say: Die, Haberdasher, Die!
And the ladies say: Whoo-eee! It’s a lot of fun Fooling around with the reformed ones!
And those guys say: Die, Pollyanna, die!
And humanitarians say:
Oh, these guys had such rough childhoods
Maybe we can help them with their livelihood
And those guys say: Die, Goody Two-Shoes, die!
So, every Friday or Saturday night
They give the citizens quite a fright …
You will pay for the miserable way
You’ve treated us! It’s Judgement Day| Die, Citizen, Die!
Well, I have to say,
I’m just put out by the situation
I’m daunted …
I’m just not wantin’
this reptilian lingo
to linger
any longer
You already know that story!
But what I hear, on a Friday night, Is Die, Citizen, Die!
–from Link: “Ode to a Scarlet Varlet,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written on 24 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8zO ..
………………………………….
THE OUTLAWtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 22 February 2018
My gut,
he would tout,
Is loaded
wit’ lead
That I can’t
be without
Why not?
They’d blurt out
And then
he would shout:
I’d rather be blud-
geoned than
take out that slug
and then wince
to the pinch
of a lynch mob’s
cinch
–from Link: “The Outlaw,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Written on 22 February 2018; published on 22 April 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8z0 ..
…………………………………. TINSEL HEAD: TO BE OR NOT TO BE?top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 18 December 2019
I shall wear tinsel on my head
And then by demons will be lead
Then by no one shalt be said
That my head is full of lead …
instead
They’ll bow down to me
–from Link: “‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 18 December 2019; published on 23 December 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fIS ..
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TOUGH STUFFtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 28 July 2018
The life of the tough
is rough
Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!
–from Link: “Life of the Tough,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-a4L ..
…………………………………. THE VOICE OF A CHILDtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 3 March 2018
This account is entirely fictional.
Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive
A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!
For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams
God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?
Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?
The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn
What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?
For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony
Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world
I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me
Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help
Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please
Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing
…
In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out
See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air
I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found
–from Link: “The Voice of a Child,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8rg ..
. . . . .
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Published on 4 February 2020; revised on 29 May 2023; updated on 29 May 2023 and on 11 May 2025
