A Country Sampler

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For such a born and bred Bronx kid to wind up out in the sticks in South Carolina is one thing.  But to write poetry about the country life?  I guess you just never know! Below find some of my works that I am considering for an upcoming chap book. Also please, if you have been enjoying my work please consider helping with any amount at my GoFundMe. This really is all I have until we can figure out exactly what can be done to fix my back. As you can see it has just been a meager amount over the whole life of the campaign but all our savings and anything that could be sold have been exhausted with several months left until my disability hearing is scheduled. Enough said. Enjoy the writes.

 

Carnival Craze

ahead dots color hill tops afar dark
yellow, red, blue. and white bulbs
a slow drive rounding easy curves
chants of glee sounding the escape
voices expecting exciting an evening

sour the sweetness knocking gently
as windows rolled down feel a sniff
ahead now neon lights circle the sky
parked the station wagon in a field
smiles falling out the old rear door
pink fluffy sugar whipped on a stick

corn scented popping grandly new
sticky sounds of sneakers skipping
mirrors and teacups join a sway too
the hot dough shaped ears powdered
join parade in turn at ticket booths cut

prizes of royalty reach up drooling eye
wheels spinning higher recall butterflies
bops and pops abound in wild carousel
loose change dribbles clanging on down
gum, hats, glasses and feathers scatter
back to the old Buick we return, smiles

Carrot Seeds

growing up in the city
carrots came in a can
you peel back the tin
and out they came clean

concrete gardens sprout
hard the seedlings rise
a transplant now am I
turning soil mixing poop

tiny the seed of a carrot
rolling off my dirty hands
after sun and water shines
a little green pop appears

when the green grew tall
I had to check have a peek
so poke around did my hand
just a skinny root now ruined

another day another check
months end the crop is gone
let the seeds grow undisturbed
the fruit will show when ready

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A Picture In Grayed Boards

Mothers words grip within emotions
in the way dads old pickup drives
the treasured rides dirt swirling
behind us faster than the rabbits
fleeing through the peanut fields
startled does bound the fences
wire sagging and barbed gives way
her apron blowing softly seen
from the porch she waves smiling
it’s peach pie this evening sister
hanging out the washed sheets
giggling cute as the chipmunk
watching her from under the barn
grayed boards perfect the scene

perpetual the change that remains sweet

muffled giggles in blooming flowers
spark light the butterflies cool rise
yellows, oranges, and blacks scattered
in a blinking musical whirlwind ballet
lilies and crocuses spinning a melody
delicate antenna mimic a child’s wave
May shadows at noon disguise liquid
puddles skated smooth froze as ice
floral scents carried along spring winds
perpetual the change that remains sweet

Turnips Beside The Road

bunches of turnips spread out
an old country table of boards
dents and gaps showing age
soil dry now crumbles off as
each pile is shook before packing
the old vegetable boxes stacked
hurriedly in the bed of that old
white pickup that sat years in the
field back of the old slave cabins
it’s another hot day out there for
selling turnips beside the road

 

 

 

The Oldies Station

old the filling station half stands, a rusting show place lost
once bustling in brightness, weeds poke up asphalts cracks
peering around, periscopes riding in the crumbling black wakes
entertainment in a desolate place, silent country Bowery reruns
pumps hand driven, virgins they were to plastic cash sliders
in reflections shadowed, chrome glared of manner’s suited
oil checks, pop in glass bottles, coin driven phone call booths
change rides in, wearing glamour mostly, leaves some dusted
streetlights bent in prayer, touching the abandoned lot distressed
their wiring hangs limp, cut to fraying the darkness answers not

Southern Shine

Blue skies reflecting off southern eyes
Sight that is sweet as fresh pecan pie
Georgia peaches and Muscadine wine
Honey suckle and the sweet bye and bye
Carolina moonlight drinking down the shine

 

 

Papered With The Funnies

listening as the drops sound off one by one
coming storm raining down on the old tin roof
the falling porch leans toward the hill above
nothing fades as nicely as paint on metal does
wildflowers peak from between boards and stone
foundation sliding daily towards the eastern edge
sights and sounds returning inside this house
fools call it a shack but to me it’s ever true home
papered twice in the finest newspapers of the era
an architectural designer tribute to snuffy smith
running water is found in the creek pure and cool
the most of it found clear in mason jars shelved
among the years tomatoes and pickled okra
nostalgia grows in this holler when the rain falls
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Oroville Dam UPDATE !!!

http://www.drroyspencer.com/2017/02/is-failure-of-the-oroville-dam-possible/

Is Failure of the Oroville Dam Possible?

February 11th, 2017 by Roy W. Spencer, Ph. D.

“The last couple of days have not made me very confident in the predictions of engineers associated with the Oroville Dam.

While I am a climate researcher, and not hydrologist, it took me less than an hour midday yesterday (see comments here) to estimate that the emergency spillway would be breached around 9 a.m. PST this morning. I was off by an hour…it was breached at 8 a.m.

But engineers were leaning toward the lake level never getting that high (901 ft.)

This kind of calculation isn’t rocket science. As long as inflow into the lake exceeds outflow (both of which are monitored hourly), the lake level will rise.

Why were engineers reluctant to predict the (admittedly historic) event?”

 

http://www.kcra.com/article/oroville-spillway-outflows-increase-as-damage-continues/8701837

The latest releases have caused even more damage widening the hole and cutting away at the side of the hill. The lake is at about 95% so they have to keep releasing I would suspect. This is an earthen dam and if this thing goes it will be a major catastrophe. If you live in California stay alert you do not want to have all that water and earth coming at you.

here is a short video:

A video posted on YouTube shows big trouble at the dam, as the spillway has developed an almost 200 ft. hole. For the earthen filled dam this may turn out to serious, though officials are saying there is no danger at this point. .

According to Wikipedia this is the most important water source for the California Department of Water Resources’ State Water Project.

“The Oroville-Thermalito Complex is a group of reservoirs, structures, and facilities located in and around the city of Oroville in Butte County, California. The complex serves not only as a regional water conveyance and storage system, but is the headwaters for, and therefore perhaps is the most vital part of, the California Department of Water Resources’ State Water Project, the world’s largest publicly built and operated water and power development and conveyance system.”

Courtesy: Richard Winterrowd

Richard Winterrowd

CBS13 reports,

“Operators increased their water releases at the dam on Tuesday as a significant storm rolled through Northern California. However, as peak water releases started happening around noon, people started noticing some concerning signs”

In terms of a catastrophic failure besides the residents below who could lose everything and the immediate lose of life, there also could be major impacts throughout California in terms of water and power.

This is something to definitely keep an eye on.

Fukushima Update 2/7/2017

Image may contain: one or more people and indoorHave not been able to spend too much time watching the live streams, right now it is night in Japan, but will try to get more shots today. My YouTube videos on the smoke coming from Reactor #1 have been being hit by trolls with fake accounts, saying all kinds of stuff about my videos being bogus and such. This just adds credibility ( in my opinion) to my thoughts that it is steam or smoke we saw boiling out of that building.

Here are the videos I have on it so far:

https://www.gofundme.com/hke3swus

 

 

LET MY PEOPLE GO /or/ THE DEVIL WENT OUT TO LONG ISLAND

Now for people who know me it may be hard to believe, but I can be quite naive sometimes. For example, summering in Gloucester MA as youngster, and seeing the locals like Bill and Patrick and Jamie all riding in there 14 or 16 foot boats with just swimming trunks and no shirt all summer I thought they lived a life like the kids on Flipper. I really expected them to someday break out their “other boat” which would turn out to be one with a big fan on the back and skip across the mash as if it were the Everglades. Of course that was silly, but it didn’t occur to me that this was Massachusetts and it got real cold in the winter.
 Anyway,some time in my youth, maybe it was around the time we went to the No Nukes Rally at Battery Park, (that’s a story for a different day) my friends began calling me Moses. I’m not even sure if I realized it for several months at first. Despite that, and why, I’m not sure. I guess because I was always leading the people on a journey to a concert or some other adventure far away. You will have to ask Fuji exactly how and when it came about, but I did kinda like hearing people scream out…Moses, when I showed up somewhere.
 Back to being naive. Once I got to hear some Southern Rock in my early teens I was hooked. The Allman Bros. at Fillmore East was my first Southern Rock album, and I sure I wore it out well. Accordingly I began to purchase all kinds of Southern Rock albums and Charlie Daniels soon became my new favorite band. So when I heard He was going be playing in the area I scraped up enough for two tickets and bought them through Ticketron. What I failed to consider was that the concert was at the Long Island Coliseum, as opposed to Madison Square Garden (which was easy to reach). And the Long Island Coliseum was a good distance for a kid with only mass transit available to him. Nonetheless, I was going and Tim Brown wanted in too, so the stage was set for another far out adventure. During the time leading up to the concert I had purchased a Confederate soldier replica cap, and Timmy had gotten a Rebel flag put on his Levis jacket. Not particularly for the event but just because that’s what kids do who buy records with their bands wearing that kinda stuff. Soon before show, maybe the day before, I did a little research and found out we could take the subway to a transfer for a train that went to Long Island, and get off about 10 blocks from the Colosseum without a huge outlay of the little cash we had. Looked great on the subway map, and what could go wrong it was just Long Island and we were from Da Bronx.
 Here is the naive part. To me at that time Long Island was some mythical island where people vacationed, with beaches and palm trees, and cute little beach houses. It never occurred to me that there were cities and large populations of all kinds of folks out there. On the night of the show we picked up whatever we were bringing to the show which was most often Southern Comfort, since it did the trick with only a half pint and was easily concealed. And tickets and booze in hand, off we went to the show with our confederate flag jackets, and rebel caps flying freely.
 Things always look closer on a map, and especially when you exit the train to find you are in some sorta Long Island housing project among a mostly, OK, a completely African American community. And to top it off you are wearing symbols which to you signified Southern Rock, but to those around you had a way different meaning. It was at this point, about two blocks from the train station, with the arena a speck in the distance, that I decided we would just roll up the jacket and stick the hat in a safe place, say the trash, and hope we live to tell about it. Well, as we moved on down the road and got several more blocks away, things began to get better and the prospect of living to tell the story appeared a real possibility.
 We did make it there with some help from the courage producing Southern Comfort, and had a great time right up front, singing and hootin’, and all that stuff you do at a rock concert. This was the tour where Charlie Daniels premiered his Devil Went Down To Georgia song. I don’t even think the album was out yet, but we had a blast. The piano player had a massive white grand piano with Yosemite Sam painted on the front, and Charlie was still kinda young and set that fiddle on fire to everyone’s liking. It was an uneventful trip back if you ignore the standard barfing that goes along with drinking that liquor at the tender age we were at the time. And after a long time in the wilderness Moses brought the people, (me and Timmy that is) to the Parkchester train station at Westchester Square. Where as a good leader I forced him to walk home my way so I wouldn’t have to walk it alone. I may be naive but I’m not stupid.True Story.