a glimpse of joy
a glimpse of joy
she suddenly appeared
a green flash in the stark sea
I wonder…
what hand led her to this
jungle oasis
a rapturous beauty ensconced in reverie
oh how I want to know her
Marie-Therese Knepper
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a glimpse of joy
she suddenly appeared
a green flash in the stark sea
I wonder…
what hand led her to this
jungle oasis
a rapturous beauty ensconced in reverie
oh how I want to know her
Marie-Therese Knepper
Ignobllity
While Jesters rule the elitists languish
sitting courtside sipping aperitifs
as trodden peasants humbly slog their fiefs
Good teachers teach their disciples to fish,
but not all share the good teacher’s reliefs
while Jesters rule the elitists languish
sitting courtside sipping aperitifis
Tyrants seize power hoping to vanquish
all good teacher’s teachings from past motifs
so evil can trump good teachers beliefs
while Jesters rule the elitists languish
sitting courtside sipping aperitifs
as trodden peasants humbly slog their fiefs
Marie-Therese Knepper
Calamina, Mine
by Marie-Therese Knepper
Calamina, you
turn me pink from blue.
I feel an ocean’s breeze;
you put my soul at ease.
Before your skin touched mine
I prayed for love divine
to stop the restive itch
spawned by a creeping witch.
And now that you are nigh,
I shout this joyous cry!
I need you so,
Calamina, oh!
The Little Known Secret
by Marie-Therese Knepper
“Good evening and welcome to another edition of Everyone’s An Alien. I’m your host, Gene Betts.
“Folks, I have in my hand a certified copy from John Lennon’s personal private journal, sent to me by the 3rd cousin of Yoko Ono’s former maid, Katrina Smoke. Listen closely, folks, for you are about to hear live on the air the never before publicly released first hand account from John Lennon himself of a thwarted mass alien invasion.
“According to this document, which will be available for viewing at my blog –http://www.aliensrus.ok.uk.usa.org – The Beatles were performing live via satellite from Studio 2 at Abbey Road Studios. About 10 minutes into the broadcast their sound equipment started to malfunction. John, sensing a change in the atmosphere, allowed George to take a longer than usual guitar solo on Baby You’re A Rich Man, so he – John – could investigate the cause of this untimely interruption. According to John, he didn’t want to let down even one of their loyal fans.
“John slipped quietly into the sound booth. As the lead engineer fiddled with various knobs on the soundboard, the silence was suddenly broken by static chatter. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Somehow their equipment picked up a broadcast from outer space. John listened in horror as he overheard what he deduced as aliens plotting a hostile takeover of earth. Always the genius, John quickly instructed the engineer to enable 2-way communications with the aliens. He – John – then slipped back into the studio just in time to wrap up Baby You’re A Rich Man.
“Unbeknownst to those present and the millions watching on their televisions at home, John quietly asked his band mates to indulge him in an impromptu performance. Knowing his band mates so intimately, John realized it wouldn’t take them long to join in.
“John addressed his captive audience: “I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for being with us tonight. This next song expresses not only what we believe in our hearts, but also what every being needs to survive in what can be, at times, a cold and unwelcoming universe.”
“With as much emotion and strength of conviction he could muster, John started singing plaintively into his microphone, “Love, love, love. Love, love, love. Love, love, love.” Paul, George, and Ringo quickly picked up his mantra. Soon everyone in the studio was singing along, while John started giving verse to their background chorus.
“Folks, that live broadcast occurred on June 25th, 1967. And you, my faithful listeners, heard it here first, how John Lennon single-handedly saved our planet from sure annihilation. After a quick word from our sponsor, our phone lines will be open to take your calls.”
From The Trenches
I watch people
from inside
on the outside
how they scheme
killing dreams
toasting marshmallows
teasing fires
making their own rain
on their own terms.
Do they feel?
Can they feel?
Is nature a vacuum?
Please don’t bury me alive
I need air
Marie-Therese Knepper