Filmed on 19 January 2020; published on 23 January 2020
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem about Light and Dark …
Light
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 19 January 2020
Why not choose the good?
Why not choose the Light?
Why pick the Dark when we can be bright?
Let us stand in the Light with all our might
… super bright … despite
what anyone tells us.
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–from Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Cannibal Man . The Greater Oblation,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 19 January 2020; published on 23 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-g9u ..
Video filmed on 18 December 2019; published along with a blog on 23 December 2019; blog revised on 20 May 2020
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Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
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Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be?
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
[This poem takes the opposite of my own point of view.]
Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
See also Link: “Tiny Anthology: Funny Self-Portraits,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 February 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gjw ..
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–from Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: ‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’,” by Alice B. Clagett, Video filmed on 18 December 2019; published along with blog on 23 December 2019; blog revised on 20 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fIS ..
Written and published on 9 August 2019; revised on 23 May 2020
A POEM FOR THE MAN WITH THE TREMBLING PINKIE, by Alice B. Clagett
AFTERTHOUGHT: DO PERSEID METEOR SHOWERS SPARK SERIAL KILLER AND SERIAL RAPIST ENERGIES?
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Dear Ones,
Here is a very short poem rhymed in a slapdash manner reminiscent of the personality of the protagonist …
A POEM FOR 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, 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,
I Am of the Stars
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: “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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–from Link: “A Poem for the Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 9 August 2019; revised on 23 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-dTY ..
CANNIBAL SONG: THE 29-FLAVOR BARBECUE … aka OGREISH STEW, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Pasquinade, A Very Short Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Dear Ones,
Here is a new poem for you, about an event that … I am pleased to convey … did not take place in the year 2016, in Red Rock Canyon State Park, Santa Clarita, California, fairly close to where I live …
CANNIBAL SONG: THE 29-FLAVOR BARBECUE … aka OGREISH STEW
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 2 May 2019
Where do you put a cannibal kid?
Into a pot and under a lid?
Is it the ego, or maybe the id?
What could be broke in the cannibal kid?
How do you figure a cannibal’s bile
Relates to the things you consider worthwhile?
What do you say to the cannibal’s guile
When the charming man says, with a toothsome smile,
“Will you drop by my place for a while?
“I make a mean meatloaf. I’ll do it in style!”
What, oh what will that ogre make you?
People tartare. or cannibal stew
Or 29-flavor barbecue?
Shall we eschew, or hie ourselves nigh
That camo cook with a cloaked banzai?
Consider what might be required of the guest
And just say no! to that wry guy’s jest.
Pasquinade A Very Short Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 2 May 2019
Anthropophagy Is definitely
Not this poetess’ cup of tea!
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–from Link: “Cannibal Song: The 29-Flavor Barbecue . aka Ogreish Stew,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 2 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cwW ..
SCHOOL, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Dear Ones,
Here is a new poem by me …
SCHOOL
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 2 July 2018
What bookish notion schools a bairn
rapt, like a crayfish by a languid bourne?
What did that crawdad ever learn,
that it knew not on finding form?
How, in fact, shall I take in
all the beings that I am?
How frisk the veil of by and by
where tens on tens of folks be I ?
— one just borning and the next full grown
— one soft cocooning, in carnation’s womb
— one swift careening through an astral gloom
turning, hand outstretched, to angelic lumen
Now regal male decked rough, reared up full wild
Now just past childhood mother cradling her own child
Guerrero here, there carpenter or nun
Pagan, Christian, wondering One
Trying, falling, free, then bound
yearning, spurning, missing, found!
How may we reckon age or race or wealth?
How learn the weight of wisdom of our Self?
How find a mooring in this place, that time
when placeless timeless Hearts toward God incline?
He is the flower of the Soul
His the enthralling, star-spanned role His is the basket that all lives enspline
He is the teacher, He the rhyme
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–from Link: “School,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 1 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9ty ..
Written and published on 11 February 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
“THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOES,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Dear Ones,
This poem is fictional in all regards, including, but not limited to characters, events and figures of speech. The place name is also fictional, and the names of people are added for poetic effect, not having to do with anything about their fictional lives …
Drawing: “Lizard Man,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 September 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Drawing: “Lizard Man,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 September 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
“THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOES”
A 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!”
–a fanciful poem by Alice B. Clagett
11 February 2018
Image: “La Chute des Anges Rebelles” (“The Fall of the Rebel Angels”), Charles Le Brun, after 1680, oil on canvas, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon, France, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le-Brun-Chute-Dijon.jpg … public domain
Image: “La Chute des Anges Rebelles” (“The Fall of the Rebel Angels”), Charles Le Brun, after 1680, oil on canvas, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon, France, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le-Brun-Chute-Dijon.jpg … public domain
BLESSINGS OF THE NOONTIME SUN
A Vision by Alice B. Clagett 10 March 2016
Blessings of the noontime sun
To the tribes of earthbound ones.
Bless, thou legions of the light,
Bless the armies of the night.
Blessings of love,
Blessings of light,
Blessings of joy to the earthbound ones.
Greetings of hearts open wide
To those whose great delight is pride.
Greetings of deepest joy
To those of skillful ploy.
Image: “Sturz der rebellischen Engel” (“Michael Fights Rebel Angels”) by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1720, Wikimedia Commons … public domain.
Image: “Sturz der rebellischen Engel” (“Michael Fights Rebel Angels”) by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1720, Wikimedia Commons … public domain.
Oh my dearest sons of man,
Let us greet that other band
with hope, and faith, and love of God …
Tho their feet be oddly shod.
Blessings of the noontime sun
To the tribes of earthbound ones.
Greetings to Michael of the Earth,
Remembering his noble birth,
Soon soon free to find his place
Among that Archangelic race.
