a glimpse of joy

July 31, 2014 at 1:16 pm

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

Ignobility

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Marie Therese Knepper says:

July 30, 2014 at 8:19 pm

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

From The Trenches

1. Marie Therese Knepper says:

   July 30, 2014 at 3:15 pm

   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

   
   

Calamina, Mine

Marie Therese Knepper says:

July 23, 2014 at 4:06 pm

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 Black Hole Of Despair

1. Marie Therese Knepper says:

   July 19, 2014 at 9:24 pm

   The Black Hole Of Despair
   by Marie-Therese Knepper
   (credit to Shel Silverstein’s “Where The Sidewalk Ends.” line used: let us leave this place where the smoke blows black)

   These old feelings won’t let
   go. The truth of us
   just won’t leave,
   and I’m stuck with this
   hole in the place
   I used to call a heart, where
   nothingness resides, the
   repository of smoke
   dreams, where the wind of despair blows,
   filling my world with black.

   
   

The Little Known Secret

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.”