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Monday, December 27, 2010
AN EPIC TALE
When I was but a small child I thought the world was mine,
Each singing bird, each greening tree, the sky, wild columbine.
As I became a woman, acquiring worldly things,
I was taken by the pleasures that I thought things could bring.
Yet pocketed within my heart were childhood acquisitions,
Memories of carefree days I’d stored by callow intuition.
I learned that man made mundane things, could not quench my soul.,
And so let my spirit guide me and all the earth extol.
I sought to find my own domain of tranquil solitude,
And live within a world of peace where no war could intrude.
Material things were not my goal, I wanted none to treasure,
But simple natural pleasures of, what gold could never measure.
And so adventure beckoned me, to seek what I now sought,
With no illusions on my mind, no hesitating thought.
With inquiring eyes, I then explored, the blooms of budding flowers,
Inhaled the pungent fertile earth, after cooling showers.
Reached up from on an ancient oak, which I was wont to climb,
And still the world eluded me, that I had thought was mine.
Into watery depths of seas I dove, exploring there for hours,
Where pods of whales all winked at me with eyes of mystic powers.
Mysterious mantas glided by, I clutched ones velvet cape,
And rode it’s wavering water path, past anemone’s seascape.
I glanced at mollusks hiding, in places once volcanian,
Enjoyed the variegated gardens of this timeless subterranean.
Red coral branches reached across, a swaying seaweed path,
Flounders barely seen were hiding there, within their sandy bath.
On peaks of mountains capped with snow I sought to reach the sky,
Touched clouds so low they shrouded stars, just there beyond my eye.
I traveled to a canyons edge in unhurried and unfettered time,
Discovering wondrous worlds I thought must be, the newest paradigm.
Upon a noble eagle’s back I soared, then swooped down black ravine.,
Saw rocky chasms all about, that had not before been seen.
I trekked cobbled streets in Paris and went to deserts of Djibouti,
I swam with salmon, scaled fiords, and filled my soul with beauty.
One night upon a spiders lair I slept as if a queen,
Wrapped up in finely woven robe, of white and silky sheen.
Across an Asian desert, I rode upon a bactrian camel,
With rainbow colored jingling bells, of finely jeweled enamel.
Then visions of inviting palms beyond a moon shaped dune
Beckoned me to stay and rest, one waning afternoon.
I cavorted next in Spelunkers worlds, of dank and darkened field,
Of limestone lace like stalactites, such caves were known to yield.
High stately stalagmites had grown, of glittering grainy salt,
I feared creatures I thought hidden, within that cavernous vault.
I missed the sun and sought the sky, so left bats to their domain.
On green terrain I traveled on, and found myself in Spain.,
Where olive trees and barks of cork, and plaza’s magic tiles
Had winding black and white curved paths too dizzying as aisles
A donkey took me to a grove of green banana trees,
For miles around that’s all there was, right down to the sea
I slept beneath a fruited tree, of star shaped lime green wonder,
And woke up with a kangaroo who lived, of course, down under.
I’d found that all I ever wanted was everywhere I looked,
Each singing bird, the sky, the sea, each blue and babbling brook.
So starting back I took the sky, some clouds, some rich black loam,
Then a Laughing Kookaburra swiftly took me straight back home.
corrine schlessel © 8/25/06

SPAIN ... A VIEW FROM THE MEDITERRANEAN
LIKE FRAGMENTS OF MIRRORS WHITE VILLAGES SPARKLE
LUSH LUMINOUS VALLEYS ETERNALLY GREEN,
TUMBLING HAMLETS CARESS FERTILE FARMLAND,
IT’S FIELDS FILLED WITH WILLOW AND WAVERING CANE.
BLOSSOMY TREES ALONG EACH RUSTIC LANE
ENDLESS BANANA AND FRUIT TREES
FILL FIELDS AND THE PLAINS.
ABOVE IT HIGH MOUNTAINS BELOW IT THE SEA
SHELTERED BY BOTH AS IF BY DECREE
A WORLD DISTANT YET CLOSE
OF FORESTS AND LEA.
PEASANTS AND FARMERS AND FISHERMEN DWELL
IN THEIR OWN EMERALD REALMS OF CONSUMMATE TOIL,
EACH GENERATION BEFORE THEM PREVAILED
EXALTING THEIR LABORS FROM SEA AND FROM SOIL.
WHILE WHITE AS A CLOUD OUR SHIP SILENTLY GLIDES
EMBRACING EACH IMAGE FROM SLEEK DECKS OF TEAK,
SPAIN VIEWED FROM THE SEA
UNTOUCHED IT MAY SEEM
DRAWING IN ALL TO ITS SWEET ENDLESS DREAM.
LIKE A PAINTING EVOLVING IN GLISTENING SUN
A SPECTRUM OF BEAUTY OF A WORLD THAT ENDURED
EACH MOMENT EMERGING IN UNMEASURED TIME
BEAUTIFUL SPAIN WHOSE SHORES WE’VE EXPLORED
Corrine GSchlessel ©1995
Sunday, December 19, 2010

Flight Over Anchorage
Cold mountaintops white drifts of snow
Large billowy clouds attend,
A vast unending field of white
Together brilliance blend.
A vantage point as if a bird
From out it’s cage is flying,
Mt.Kinleys peaks of luminous white -
A vista that's beguiling.
Then past a hugh and silver wing
Blue glaciers glide unseen
While silver wings of changing time
Show sights of changing scene.
Only clouds are now beyond
Green fields are patched below.
Pastures, farms, and forests green,
Half hidden by the snow.
Beauty rich and endless
Mixed tapestry so grand
Wild goats upon her moutains
Bear and moose on land.
Her rivers filled with salmon
Her land gives up it's oil
Beautiful Alaska;
Protect it from man's spoil.
Wild eagles soar above her
Perched on nests in tall black pine,
Hillsides show the remnants of
What once had been a mine.
Inhabited though sparsely
A state as yet not tame
White nights and long cold winters
Lend that season fame.
Leaving all it's beauty
Though never left behind
Frozen white capped mountains
Roaring rivers , pungent pine...
Quiet bird filled forests
Wildlife hidden in between~
Fresh mountain waters tumbling
Into swiftly flowing stream.
Lavender and heather filling ever glen
Encompassing a cold blue earth
In mind i'll see again.
Corrine H Greenblatt- Schlessel © 1995
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
C E L E B R A T E L I F E
NOT CELIBATE LIFE
Gay Troubadour adore adore
( a song )
We’re gay and also happy
We’ve stepped right thru the door
We’re out from that dark closet
And won’t go back no more ore ore ore
Left hanging all the prejudice
From days of dinosaur a saur a saur a saur
We’re doctors and we’re lawyers
Indian Chiefs and cooks,
Policemen, students, parents
Some mensch and even schnooks uh uh uh nooks
There was a time we shamefully
Hid who we felt we were
Those times are gone-we celebrate
Our unique character er er er er
We’re mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters
People that you know
Lifeguards that will pull you in
When you’re pulled out by undertow ow ow
That hooker and that pretzel maker
Cleaning man and undertaker
Farmers wife from mid west Idaho a ho a ho
In Igloos way up north we’re gay and happy Eskimo o o o
We’re orientals, continentals
People on the go go go
We’re pizza makers even Quakers
Movie stars and bagel bakers
We’re Greek, we’re French and German,
Italian, irish, Muslim, Jew
We’re all the same , though different...
We’re just like you and you and you ou ou
We’re just like you and you and you ou
We’re just like you and you and you ou
We’re senators , we’re engineers
Aunts and Uncles, gondoliers
City folk and mountaineers
Football players and some Sioux are queers ah ah queers
Pilots, chefs, police and firemen are queers er er er ers
We’re dark, we’re light,
Ambitious, lazy, work alone or in a crew
We’re people in your family
You love us and we love you ow ow ow ow.
We’re Sailors Soldiers and Marines
Wear every uniforms chapeau
So when saluting Captain Josephine
That may be Captain Joe o o o o o
You may find that Josephine is Joe
You may find that Josephine is Joe
Though it may be confusing as to who is really who
We know who we really are
We’re hoity toit and most bourg’eoi’sie
We’re young and full of energy
We’re old and suffer lethargy
We’re happy and we’re gay
That’s who we are
We’re happy and we’re gay that’s who we are r r r r
We’re out from being hidden
And won’t go back no more ore ore ore ore
We’re gay and also happy troubadour
We’re happy and we’re gay - gay troubadour
We’re happy and we’re gay - gay troubadour
corrine hg schlessel © 5-18-05
Friday, October 1, 2010
Predatory Gait
The pretense of caring was effortless.
The lackadaisical gait;
Meandering here and there.
But oh yes, he had a singular insulated concern,
Of self.
All else was cool deflected rain.
He was a smooth talker and as a lothario,
Even quicker.
Drawing in hearts like prizes from a baited trap
With deliberating swiftness,
Seldom giving back.
HE was the trap.
Oh pity the poor hearts that took the bait
Pity their manipulated fate.
Unable to resist loves elixir
Dripping from a silver tongue.
He had a lackadaisical predatory gait.
Now cautious of every path before her...
Temptation died along the wicked way.
Her entertainment now was his metronomic predatory gait.
Corrine Schlessel © September 2010
