The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Baseball Diamond

full
wonder
d  i  a  m  o  n  d
with padded pillow
w   i    n    k    s
c   a   l   l   s
welcome
players
and
play

play
and
players
welcome
c  a  l  l  s
w   i   n   k   s
pillow padded with
d  i  a  m  o  n  d
wonder
full

by Jeanne Poland
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11/29/11

Don Barrett posted this whimsical poem on WOM on David Harrison’s Blog:

It has great potential:

don barrett
NOVEMBER 11, 2011 @ 8:57 PM
Just a little Fun
Flam boy ant and flam girl ant
want to date but family says can’t
you are related to all in the farm
if you go out you will come to great harm
your offspring will roam the earth without direction
your gene pool will be depleted
you will without doubt become conceited
so stay friends stay on the farm enjoy the sugar
you are supplied by our supreme president
you will remain always a good resident

Jeanne Poland’s view of the flimflam ants:

The flimflam (flamboyant ants)

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11/17/11

Cory adds her flimflam verses:

Cory Corrado
November 22, 2011 @ 2:15 pm

Wow! What a fertile collection of fantastic Flamboyant Fun…

I have included both of these short rhymes because they took hold and would not let go.
…………………………….

Flam – Boy – Ant,
Flam – Boy – Ant
A rhythmic, three syllable chant

String together some flam, a boy, and an ant
And the new word takes on a colorful slant
…………………………

Flamboyance wears all colors with flair.
Flamboyance paints each season with care.

Winter and spring sport cool and cold;
Fall and summer don fiery and bold.

Flamboyance spares no expense to detail
For nature’s canvas, is hers, to unveil.

by: Cory Corrado

You sang a song

That gripped my eyes

And zoomed them in

Locked on.

In your arms

Were Oliver and Annika

Twirled around

Beholding:

Poppa, Nana, Don and cats,

Familiar scents,

Knowing smiles

Ready-serves.

We need no more –

But listening;

The melody of souls

Found warm, at home.

By Jeanne Poland

11/13/11

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Spanning the Gaps

Seventy five years old:

A wise grin

A silly birthday hat

For all to try

And pose:

Each displaying

Timeless culture

Costumes

Chatter

Cacophony of sound

Cheeky front

And back:

Printed with memories

Of complex lives

The eyes tell all.

We understand.

Those seventy

Defer to those thirty.

We used to

Plan reunions.

Stage the chairs.

But now,

We shoot a movie

In our brains

As thirty-something

Programs the Powerbook

Serves hors d’oeuvre

Texts on iPhone

GPS’s

Punches ping-pong balls

Posts 300 digital photos

Of the flume

Flaming Autumn colors

And faces

Stamped with time.

This time, in 2011,

I am not the top of the mountain:

Water flowing down

Toward the young.

I am the cloud, overhead.

I shade the stream

That sculpts the rocks

Grows the moss,

And swims the tiny creatures,

The staff of earth,

Near and far.

I lived for them.

They live for me.

Reunion.

by Jeanne Poland

11/1/11

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