58 Thunderbird

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58 Thunderbird rusting in the yard
Grass tall around wide white wall wheels
Front dentures missing
Blind in both dark sunken eyes
Skin fading in the scorching sunlight
One time a masterpiece of its creator
Now wasting away neglected and still
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300 hp 352 cc engine glass-pack mufflers
Four barrel carburetor drinking gas like a fish
Lovers in bucket seats riding into the sunset
Duel exhausts Chrome Grille Duel headlights
Pulling up to the light looking next door
Challenging them with engine roar and squealing tires
Black marks on pavement ten feet long
Leaving challengers in the dust
This phoenix could rise from the rust
A master’s hands could bring it back
But for now it sits alone and neglected
Destiny yet undetermined

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today is open link night at d’Verse Poets Pub.  This old Thunderbird has fascinated me for several years. When I drive by, I see it sitting in its owner’s yard rusting away. Today I stopped and took some photos. I wish someone would take it and restore it to its former glory.

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Rocking Chair Education

Mr. Ed and Me

On my last job, managing a siding warehouse, I met Mr. Ed. He was a fine gentleman of a generation gone by. He was our driver and delivery person. We found a lot in common and in between trips sat in rocking chairs talking about a little bit of everything. He came down with pneumonia and died the last year I worked there. It was a great loss for all of us.

I learned a lot there

sitting in a rocking chair

listening to age

speaking wisdom and knowledge

into my mind and my soul

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Thank you Mr. Ed

Painting of me and Mr. Ed: Dwight L. Roth

 

Taste This

Fall Tomatoes
As days grow shorter and hot weather cools
A few light rains help revive struggling tomatoes
Amazing what a little extra water can do
A few cool days allows blooms to form tomatoes
Now, those old vines that seemed half dead
Are putting out new growth climbing the wire
Ripe Fall tomatoes are a nice treat
Can’t wait to slice and bite into them
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Now that days are shortening and I am growing old
A resurgence of energy surges forth in the form of poetry
Amazing what a little encouragement can do
Blogging seems to bring out the best inspiration in me
Sharing my experiences and photos with all of you
Followers from all over the world are climbing each week
New poems continue to flow like ripe juicy tomatoes
To be shared with those who dare to bite into them
Tasting the inspiration // passing on feelings and ideas

Today at d”Verse, we are looking at waiting and anticipation. Nothing peaks my anticipation like seeing the green tomatoes getting bigger and bigger as they turned rosy red orange. Waiting for them to ripen is wonderful anticipation.

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Memories (Flash Fiction)

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Sitting in the driveway, under the old Maples, a long-forgotten song played on the car radio. It took him right back to that moment in time when he was sixteen. “Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, with a love so rare and true…” floated from the speakers. Peggy Sue was one of those memories he had pushed back into the closet of his mind.
Under the maples, in the dark of the evening, he hesitantly gave her a kiss. It was the first for both of them. It all happened so quickly; and then she was off, back around the house.
Hormones raged, as they sat holding hands on the swing, under the naked bulb of the front porch light. Pandora’s box had been opened, never to be closed again.
Though time and circumstances changed their course. “These memories were left here with the trees.”

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Tonight at d’Verse we are writing Flash Fiction, which must include a line of a poem in our story. Stories are limited to only 144 words.

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When My Spirit Rises

When my spirit rises
Unencumbered and free
No weight or worry accompanies me
Interesting that I value things
When in the end the spirit flies
Leaving them all behind
How much I worry and fret
But this too shall pass when I am gone
My spirit rises out of this shell
A virtual butterfly reborn
From caterpillar to chrysalis
Reborn in the image of God
Spirit Creator Redeemer Savior
Knowing there is no place for the earthly
In the spirit world beyond
I can’t take it with me
But then again… Why would I want to?
When my spirit rises
Leaving it all behind

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

This is a poem I posted a year or two ago.

Harvest Moon

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Harvest moon rises

 On Friday the Thirteenth eve

Once in our lifetime

No need for superstition

Snow falls on the peaks

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Painting B&W edit: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikai poem about the Harvest Moon. This one is very unique in that it comes on Friday the Thirteenth. It has not done that since the 1800s. We missed it here due to the much needed rain that came through last evening.

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Say “I Love You”

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“I Love You”
Don’t let a day go by without love
A word a smile a touch
Given over and over again
Like your favorite song. it never grows old
Don’t let a day go by without love
One never knows what is to come
Breath takes only seconds to leave
The soul takes rise // the body holds no life
Say I love you with a smile
Don’t let a day go by without love
A helping hand // a word of encouragement
Light and fire to revive and lift the soul
Bring joy and happiness to all
Show you care // say it with love
Don’t let a day go by without love
No matter how you feel
What’s said in anger pierces the heart
Draining out love’s reserves
Words of love are saved in the heart
Remembered forever // treasured gifts
Don’t let a day go by without love
Put Id and Ego aside
Express your love to the one you love
Let them know you care
Who knows when this day will be your last
A chance to say, “I Love you” // could soon be passed

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Ripples

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I am a tiny rock
thrown into the river of life;
Ripples undulating forth
making my entrance…
Picked up, I’m tossed again
making a tiny splash.
Waves radiate out across the water
Every toss makes a difference
causing changes in the river of life,
affecting the lives of those around.
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Life goes on…
This rock
sometimes tossed
sometimes kicked
sometimes thrown;
Each time making waves
each time being shaped.
This smooth pebble that I’ve become
is polished to near perfection.
Some stones may be much larger,
making a bigger splash…
But, this polished little pebble
gently making its splash,
makes a difference
affecting life in lasting ways
as love radiates forth.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Tonight at d’Verse, Frank asked us to consider descriptive beginnings that help draw the reader on into the poem. I wrote this poem yesterday, and reworked it today for our prompt.

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Dollar Cone

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Down the country road from where I live is a little Ice Cream Shop called the Dollar Cone.  Julie and her family have been serving up ice cream and milk shakes for many years. Not too many places sell you a cone for a dollar. I believe, due to inflation, she is going to raise the price to a dollar and a half next year. All the little kids like the homemade cookies and free sprinkles. As the summer season ends, the colorful Dollar Cone truck will have to be put to rest till next year. I guess I better hurry over and get one more fix before she closes.

Ice Cream truck sits still

Summer heat // ice cream tastes great

We love this cool treat

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

9-11 Madness

It was a gorgeous fall day
I was on a ladder fixing a chimney
I called the homeowner to ask a question
She said all the phones were down in NY City
Told me a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers
It was a horrific incident to imagine
I finished my job and headed home
I sat on the edge of my couch watching the TV
In awe of the devastation and loss of life
Smoke billowed out of the upper floors
A plane load of jet fuel created a living hell
For all who were trapped on the upper floors.
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It was then the word came across the screen
A second plane was headed toward the second tower
It was suspected that it was an act of terrorism
This was utter madness to think anyone could do this
But, right in front of America’s eyes we all watched
The second plane hit the tower igniting a ball of flames
This was not a bad dream, rather madness at its worst
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First responders raced to the scene and into the towers
Attempting to evacuate as many as they could
People poured down the stairwell and into the streets
Worst of all was the realization that all the people
Above the crash were trapped in this ill-fated doom
Paper was floating down like a tickertape parade
Some people panicked by the madness began jumping
Falling to their death
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About this time TV reporters began noticing
That the fire and heat was going to cause the top
Of the towers to collapse… some questioning
The buildings’ stability to withstand it all
As we all watched in horror the unbelievable happened
The first tower began to implode on itself
Collapsing all the way to the ground
In a Mushroom Cloud of smoke, ash, and twisted steel
Within minutes, the second tower collapsed
People ran screaming down the streets looking for shelter
The tsunami of dust raced after them overtaking them
Covering them with a gray white ash as people ran on
High-heels were left laying in the gutter as thousands
Raced to cross the bridge and away from Manhattan
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Numb adrenalin was the only feeling left to experience
Shock blanketed the nation as the death toll kept rising
With some, it was anger at the cowards who did such a thing
That created hell on earth in New York and also in DC and  Pennsylvania
The heroes were the first responders many whom gave their lives
Racing into the inferno to try to save as many as they could
It was an awful day for mankind!!
“Where were you when the world stopped turning?” (Alan Jackson)

It is interesting that Lara, at d’Verse, asked us to write about madness on the eve of 9-11. I remember that terrible day like it was yesterday! As I watched, I could not believe my eyes as Radical Muslim Terrorists hijacked airliners attempting to crash them into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and the White House! Three of them succeeded, but the heroic actions of the passengers caused the last plane to crash in a field in Pennsylvania, rather than the White House. It was madness at its worst! This is my account as I remember it.

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Thanks to Alan Jackson who wrote the above song to remind us of what is really important in life.