23.6.10
BIG CHANGE
"Way I figure it, big change, not bucked, is really only small change, and spend it we must". ~jbc 6/23/10
17.6.10
MY BOURGUIGNON
Sounds from a European cafe.
Kiss on a dark rainy day.
To this sultry, steamy lair
you slip in, stealthily, fresh air.
Your gypsy melody, my fine French wine,
graciously provide sips of sunshine.
Too passionate for my bourguignon:
what goes on without anything going on.
JoAnn Bertone
June 17, 2010
16.6.10
"INFINITE GALLODORO"
In his dying days. Al became a delicate piece of lace,
translucent and beautiful.
So fine that he could only bear to hear
God's gentlest music.
In the painful emotions of his life's end,
there was also a great radiance.
And, a confirmation that we too
aren't going to live forever.
His irresistible invitation to living life
to the fullest presents itself.
Grieving is our poignant reminder
to accept this invitation.
Living each day as if it were his last,
and as if he was going to live forever,
"Infinite Gallodoro" kept the circle unbroken.
Written in Memory by JoAnn Bertone
October 4, 2008
CHARACTERS ARISE
Only thunders and lightnings of sanity,
searching barnyards for prose without vanity,
find drowning lizards, gaunt, in herringbone leisure suits,
with burgeoning imaginations in shiny stiletto boots,
whilst within the confluence of wondrous words connecting
to the grammar that don't need no correcting,
characters arise, an amalgam, swirled in a trance.
words in the wake, settling, purely by chance.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 16, 2010
searching barnyards for prose without vanity,
find drowning lizards, gaunt, in herringbone leisure suits,
with burgeoning imaginations in shiny stiletto boots,
whilst within the confluence of wondrous words connecting
to the grammar that don't need no correcting,
characters arise, an amalgam, swirled in a trance.
words in the wake, settling, purely by chance.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 16, 2010
15.6.10
BROTHER, HOW I FLY - Haiku
brother, how I fly
one layer has been removed
another peeling
- - -
brother, how I fly
purge of bullshit and drama
ease in finding peace.
- - -
brother, how I fly
gone, negative emotions
disease of the soul
- - -
brother, how I fly
as in drunken reverie
but clear as crystal
- - -
brother, how I fly
one layer has been removed
another peeling
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 15, 2010
one layer has been removed
another peeling
- - -
brother, how I fly
purge of bullshit and drama
ease in finding peace.
- - -
brother, how I fly
gone, negative emotions
disease of the soul
- - -
brother, how I fly
as in drunken reverie
but clear as crystal
- - -
brother, how I fly
one layer has been removed
another peeling
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 15, 2010
LETTER TO LARRY
Larry,
You smile, sitting across from me at the big wide table on the porch.
Cherries, olives, a giant leg of lamb,
and an unsightly pile of pits separating us.
Green surrounds us outside.
Background of peace, my friend.
The sharp bark of the Ceylonese tea dog announces more visitors.
Smoke from an old refurbished PD’s barbecue burns our eyes.
Photos of Greece , talk about Paris,
I live vicariously through all your travels.
Long, interesting chats about music, yours and mine.
That’s where your place is.
Larry,
You smile, my New Year is greeted with quaking, uncontrollable laughter.
Bitter, eight degrees below zero, cold dark of night.
Orange glow of candles surrounds us inside.
Background of warmth, my friend
Ah, your skin is so beautiful, illuminated by a 60 watt appliance bulb!
As we forage in the refrigerator.
Tonight, tonight we are hooked, you, Bethany and I.
By Fish Eye, the fine Italian Pinot Grigio in the 3-liter box.
That’s where your place is.
Larry,
I never had the privilege of knowing,
if there was indeed, any other side of you.
I did not see you in your dying days.
Which came upon us much too soon, much too quickly.
I only knew you with peace, warmth, and definitely laughter, my friend.
I only knew you with Bethany , how her love shone through your being!
I only knew you with Rick and Sheila.
Ben and Max close by.
It was your gift to Joe and me,
the grace of your presence, amongst friends.
That’s where your place will always be.
To Larry, In loving memory
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 19, 2009
You smile, sitting across from me at the big wide table on the porch.
Cherries, olives, a giant leg of lamb,
and an unsightly pile of pits separating us.
Green surrounds us outside.
Background of peace, my friend.
The sharp bark of the Ceylonese tea dog announces more visitors.
Smoke from an old refurbished PD’s barbecue burns our eyes.
Photos of Greece , talk about Paris,
I live vicariously through all your travels.
Long, interesting chats about music, yours and mine.
That’s where your place is.
Larry,
You smile, my New Year is greeted with quaking, uncontrollable laughter.
Bitter, eight degrees below zero, cold dark of night.
Orange glow of candles surrounds us inside.
Background of warmth, my friend
Ah, your skin is so beautiful, illuminated by a 60 watt appliance bulb!
As we forage in the refrigerator.
Tonight, tonight we are hooked, you, Bethany and I.
By Fish Eye, the fine Italian Pinot Grigio in the 3-liter box.
That’s where your place is.
Larry,
I never had the privilege of knowing,
if there was indeed, any other side of you.
I did not see you in your dying days.
Which came upon us much too soon, much too quickly.
I only knew you with peace, warmth, and definitely laughter, my friend.
I only knew you with Bethany , how her love shone through your being!
I only knew you with Rick and Sheila.
Ben and Max close by.
It was your gift to Joe and me,
the grace of your presence, amongst friends.
That’s where your place will always be.
To Larry, In loving memory
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 19, 2009
JOURNEY
We meet at a crossroads, scenic highways,
one as beautiful as the other.
The views, changing.
Wide valley, steep mountain, arid desert, glacial lake aside.
Journey, don't stay behind, love.
Come tour this territory of open roads that fork and junction.
Besotted, we will reach the destination together.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 14, 2010
one as beautiful as the other.
The views, changing.
Wide valley, steep mountain, arid desert, glacial lake aside.
Journey, don't stay behind, love.
Come tour this territory of open roads that fork and junction.
Besotted, we will reach the destination together.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
June 14, 2010
11.6.10
off-spring
"Simply stated, the more political one is, the more negative energy (i.e. enemies) one collects. This is not to say that we ought not to express what's correct (or our perception thereof) but one shouldn't stay stuck in the mire long enough to attract the flies that spread disease; flies with no purpose other than to use this as befitting breeding ground, from which arises their off-spring." ~ jbc 5/11/10
10.6.10
TEMPESTUOUS SEA
The tempestuous sea, mild when contemplating
the dark forces of unkindly design
that tear apart the human mind.
Ne'er be torn darling.
I'd rather you'd be
the tempestuous sea;
feeling your waves crash,
I relish the calm under your surface..
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 10, 2010
the dark forces of unkindly design
that tear apart the human mind.
Ne'er be torn darling.
I'd rather you'd be
the tempestuous sea;
feeling your waves crash,
I relish the calm under your surface..
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 10, 2010
9.6.10
SOMBER GRAY
Oh woe, you're gone from cyberspace.
Can't click on you, you've left no trace.
No longer highlights bright blue day.
I see your name in somber gray.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 9, 2010
Can't click on you, you've left no trace.
No longer highlights bright blue day.
I see your name in somber gray.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 9, 2010
THEY JUST DON'T GET IT
We are in the same boat darling.
It is in a tempestuous sea,
we are most apt to reaffirm that
if they didn't arrive on the "mother-ship"
they just don't get it.
Yes, it is discouraging here darling,
And it can be downright lonely sometimes.
For nothing but our own survival,
we must resist the urge to explain ourselves to them,
as no justification is necessary.
That's what "mother" suggests right now.
That's how one keeps afloat, you know.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 9, 2010
It is in a tempestuous sea,
we are most apt to reaffirm that
if they didn't arrive on the "mother-ship"
they just don't get it.
Yes, it is discouraging here darling,
And it can be downright lonely sometimes.
For nothing but our own survival,
we must resist the urge to explain ourselves to them,
as no justification is necessary.
That's what "mother" suggests right now.
That's how one keeps afloat, you know.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 9, 2010
4.6.10
ISOLATED T-STORM
I hear your thunder and see your lightning.
Come on baby, give up that heavenly moisture.
Electric, trembling storm, you vibrate my earth.
It is time to stop and smell the ozone.
How I long to be under your rain!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 4, 2010
Come on baby, give up that heavenly moisture.
Electric, trembling storm, you vibrate my earth.
It is time to stop and smell the ozone.
How I long to be under your rain!
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 4, 2010
DEEP LANGUAGE
Wind, you come into my life,
take my words
and blow them back,
translated to an unspoken tongue,
a deep language I never knew existed,
yet I understand.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 4, 2010
take my words
and blow them back,
translated to an unspoken tongue,
a deep language I never knew existed,
yet I understand.
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
May 4, 2010
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