The D.J plays Snap shots Tina ‘05 prose poem challenge

Mom brought out the family picture albums.
See threw pages of different pasts smooshed together
Like peanut butter and jelly layered between peeling
Cardboard slices of old green bread.
Me wrapped in a yellow sundress giving…
A two handed Peace sign to the camera.
’69 / ’70… Date faded some. Me hugging four
Faded some matching the date like a mirror image.
PEACE
Scout searching seeking signs
Notes launching takeoffs in a fingers snap of time.
Flying atop
A royal pack of BEATLES, past The fool on the hill.
To a magical mystery tour. Twas a righteous Long
And winding road As that guitar gently weeped.
Spinning twirling whirling
Records on a thin merry-go-round
easy as pie Lucy in the sky
Powerful rockets, musical mental escapes
from brotherly abuse.
TO ME transmit transform teleport
Light as a feather large as life quiet as a mouse
RUSH RUSHING RUSHED
For a very long time. Barefoot girl
Sitting in a tree, fingers in a peace sign
Climbing towards the. ’75 tis I almost catching ten.
RUSH HUSH GUSH like a Permante wave washing
Swallowing secrets, shames sunken crates settled
underneath ocean floors. Neil… kneeling to drum MASTER
Hammering healing holy hope holding hands hanging on
GOTTA BELIVE
Another look, in a box not a book
Last of kid ship before the time slip
Me posed with both hands… F-YOU
Those birds couldn’t fly but I sure do
Smile my then as big as the sky
‘81 wave washing me like driftwood
Half in half out surfing the wakes to other shorelines
Coasting draft on notes past dads death
babysitting rape shapes.
Exit Stage Left, to Fly By Night, Tom Sawyer
Threw Subdivisions in Mystic Rhythm, Closer To The Heart.
Roll The Bones and then Presto …Vapor Trail With the wind gone are we, smoke circles like sail
RUSH GUSH HUSH
Like a permante wave MUSIC my escape
Transmit transform teleport tiny T to another Me
Smashing pumpkins splashing nirvanas in my ears
Threw vigorous scrubbings of another mother’s mess
The D.J.plays snap shots hit me with a semi
Pan caked pride-tasting send songs hang fly
Losses are gain less is more… more or less
For them
Use me
Remote- controlling
Rock-n-rolling
Peacemaker hand- shaker
Order in the court trial by jury
Just crawl a mile for a smile
Gotta Believe.
Big John Big Bad John, Johnny Be Good!!
Johnny Cash “walked the line”, John Lennon “ let it be”
Johnny was on the spot when cougar fought authority
Elton Johns a Rocket Man Crocodile rocked with me
Some of the Johns some of the songs melodies of prose poetry

Inspirations generously provided by :
Neil Pert and RUSH
John Lennon and THE BEATLES
Johnny Cash
Elton John
John Cougar
The Smashing Pumpkins
Nirvana
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STREET THEATHER Tina “05

Never ending picture shows .

Virtual time , capture pose .

Flies buzzing among the decay.

Pets on the lose , running astray.

Move in closer camera two

Close up shot for all of you

Sunflower warped , fragrant bouquet

Dusting of gold on scales to weigh .

Sky , sidewalk , change the scenes .

Different views… many screens !

Toys of amusements , big display .

Meat , to touch , to taste and love away.

Broadway shows , roles on stage

Rainbow words … overload page .

Color of blue washing off gray .

Bold little goose leading the way.

Cameras eye focusing YOU …

Moving on panning through.

Tiny vibrations, feelings sway .

Attentions caught which one today ?????
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Grandmother Tina 1991


Show no disrespect to the ocean; treat her dear.

Its Bodies holding all of histories future so near.

All of life she gave from so deep within.

To reap her and to rape her is more then just a sin

Treat her gently for frail now, she is old

Tread oh so lightly respect and behold

NO! Grand Ocean, man should not be so rude and coarse

Upon you their faults and themselves they do force

I can hear your secrets whispering, I can hear you cry…

You can see me looking and you can hear my bottomless sigh.
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SUNNY DAYS Tina 05
A peace of sunshine
floating my kitchen,
washing dishes on a rainy morning . . .
wanting to play outside ,
to do a wagon ride . . .
“ not today,
it’s inside play”
I sadly say . . .
trading gloves
for a towel,
sunbeam
giggles
laughing
a tiny tug
from behind
turning eyes to find . . .
gloves on toddler feet ,
proclaiming
she’s a yellow duck…
that loves the rain splashing…
if a storm comes
fly away
can we now go outside
to play
duck time over dishes
any day!
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Nineteen 86

January a month
for nightly sights
of Halley’s comet
a fine tipped paintbrush
of moving color
lighting the dark
of space. . .
the final frontier
lift off of challenger
ghostly trails loiter
their last bit of
essence hung
equaling disbelief
many clung to
long after
smoke erased
Jan. 28th nineteen 86

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Meeting
Eyes could not flinch right or left
Nor close, locked in a frozen stare
Straight up into the long tube lights blinking
She could not move any part of herself
Rendered into deep paralyzing sleep
Yet still wide-awake mind racing
Her voice betrayed her plea for a whimper
Slow long breaths in rhythm, control that
Its all you’ve got that and hearing
Of another breathing very nearby
Move a finger try try try try
Mind screams to will movement
Failing repeated requests
She rose above from off the ground
And saw herself as she looked down
Half of her crashed into half of her
Knocking over all of her
She found her voice and screamed
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Echo of your visit… CHRISTOS GATE

Punctual scared untyings,

Set the freedom of many,

Thin ribbon like fingers.

Caressing her frosty breath,

Provoking interest temps,

Natures answer back.

Catching the fabric,

Snapping statements drift.

Bright symbolic warmth,

In grips of brittle winter,

An exclamation point of hope…

Appears a victorious tangerine glow.