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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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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” ….

. . . . .

“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.

. . . . .

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

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Iambic Tetrameter to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 1 January 2019; published on 21 February 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Iambic Tetrameter Sayings to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs
    • “I Am Irresponsive to Your Plea,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 1 January 2019
    • “I Thought You Loved Me More Than Anything,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 1 January 2019
    • “That Dandelion Thing Is Not for Me,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 1 January 2019
    • Postscript
      • Iambic Tetrameter: The Mother’s Heartbeat
      • Iambic Pentameter: The Slow Gallop

Dear Ones,

Here is a video on a rhythm of speech to create a calming effect on energies of astral rape in the noosphere. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Iambic Tetrameter Sayings to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs

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

I have been dealing with the issue of misogyny … hatred of women … on the astral plane through last night. A lot of other people have joined in. I have come to some startling, interim conclusions that I feel may help abate the energy of misogyny on the astral plane.

There is a type of rhythm that you can use, and words that you can use, that to me are reminiscent of a mother’s heartbeat. I think that the issue of the motherly love, and the mother’s heartbeat, are very important, in cases of misogyny (hatred of women). I will give you just a few examples.

When men are misogynists, on the astral plane they cluster together in astral rape gangs, and descend upon women in groups of six to nine or 12. While they are resting, or sleeping, or unconscious in some way, these astral rape gangs descend upon women and begin a chant that involves astral rape.

This has to do with a few with a few things: It has to do with arrogance … you could say … or a lack of relationship to the Mother, which results in lack of empathy, and increased male bonding, not counterbalanced by the feelings of empathy and love such as a mother would have.

So the astral rape gangs suddenly descend! I know some of you are hearing this clairaudiently, or have experienced this feeling of astral rape, or astral ‘gangbang’. (Some use other words for it.)

And so, when they descend, what you say is (and paying attention to the soft tone of the voice, and the smooth, slow rhythm of the voice) …

“I Am Irresponsive to Your Plea”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
1 January 2019

 

I am irresponsive to your plea. I am irresponsive to your plea.

The next bit of banter may have something to do with a kind of a very mild taunt by one of the men in the astral rape gang; and it goes like this …

“I Thought You Loved Me More Than Anything”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
1 January 2019

 

I thought you loved me more than anything! (Seeming sincere, right?) And this is as far as I have gotten as to the response to this; you will notice it has the same tone and rhythm as the last response  … and it goes like this …

“That Dandelion Thing Is Not for Me”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
1 January 2019

That dandelion thing is not for me. That dandelion thing is not for me. 

Alternatively, you could say: That hootenanny thing is not for me. That hootenanny thing is not for me.

That somehow diffuses the energy of misogyny (hatred of women) on the astral plane. I think that it will be sufficient, even though it is incomplete; it will be sufficient to allow you to phrase your own concepts, your own responses, in your own terms, if you will use the same soothing tone, and the same rhythm … the same syllable and the same accents … like in poetry.

All right, everyone … very good luck with this. I hope this works, because the turning of the Atlantean age, which is just taking place right now … back to an era of balance between the Divine Masculine and Feminine … requires us to find a pacific counter to the energies of misogyny that have arisen to a crescendo in 2012, and are now beginning to abate.

Postscript

Iambic Tetrameter: The Mother’s Heartbeat. I just did some research on the rhythm and the accents of the two examples that I gave, and I found out they are both examples of Iambic Tetrameter … That is, more or less, sets of an unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable … that is the Iamb … it is the rhythm of the heartbeat; and Tetrameter means that there are four such sets of syllables in the line.

A good example of Iambic Tetrameter is Joyce Kilmer’s poem called “The Tree” … which everybody knows. The rhythm goes like this: da-Daah, da-Daah, da-Daah, da-Daah … one unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable … and four sets of these.

As you can tell, it is the feeling of a steady heartbeat, the loving heartbeat of the mother; the very first rhythm that a child ever knows. While still unborn, it feels that rhythm; so it is a very reassuring, calming rhythm. And it helps in cases of anger or upset or rage, or even of unbridled sexual attraction. It helps calm a person’s heart, I feel.

Iambic Pentameter: The Slow Gallop. It is worth noting that there are other examples of the iambic poetry; for example, the one that I always loved: Iambic Pentameter, which is five sets of Iambic syllables. To me that feels kind of like a horse in a slow gallop across a beautiful, summer meadow.

There are examples of Iambic Pentameter in the writing of William Shakespeare, John Donne, and Geoffrey Chaucer. I think that Iambic Pentameter gained popularity because, in those days, people often rode horseback; and that galloping feeling … that slow, galloping feeling … was something that allowed them to compose poetry while on the hunt, for example, or going to war, or just riding a horse for the fun of it. And reciting that poetry probably reminded them of all those adventures that they had on horseback, in their lives.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Light of the World . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Date of writing unknown; published on 20 December 2018; republished on 26 November 2020

  • LIGHT OF THE WORLD, A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about seeing things differently from most people …

LIGHT OF THE WORLD
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Date Unknown

If you would discover miracles,
Cast your eyes where others don’t.
If they’re watching the play in the forest,
Feast your gaze upon the trees.

How solid seem the mummers on the stage!
The eyes of many make it so.
But there betwixt the trees,
What Great Truth bides?

Relax your gaze. Wait patiently.
When Wisdom stirs the air,
The heart thus straying from the public eye
Lights all the world with wonder.

Image: “Aspens in Autumn near Silverton, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Aspens in Autumn near Silverton, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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

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