INTERVIEW: Which Way to the Beach

I interviewed Barney while he was with friends at the Cape May Shore. The report was that he had been a New Jersey shore goer for some time. Barney sipped on some 68  white wine and told me he spent a certain amount of quality time with friends  during the  summers months. Perhaps, the most spectacular time, he mentioned,  was just sitting on the shaded area with a cold drink while everyone was out doing their favorite activity. The shores in New Jersey have always been an intimate place for our friends to just get out and beat the heat. I hear the kids calling out sounds of  their summer pop culture. There is no place for dominance because here at the shore points there is something for everyone. This is the kind of voyage that builds strong bonds and where everyone feels important. It is a legitimate excuse for me to share in a good old fashion out of the house experience. Courting a plan is that considered? Adopting a little discussion to support a successful jaunt is always a good thing to do. I think some of us might prefer to stay in the house playing video games but most prefer the surfers, tubers and swimmers. The thing is agreeing on a location. Depending on what one  likes isn’t really never was problem because the New Jersey shore’s has it all. The task is finding the perfect spot. So, again we schedule a time for everyone to meet for a good old social gathering during the week to find if there is any conflicts to be settled on. I like Cape May because it has a lot of stuff for every one of all ages and I like being on the beach. Anyway, doing a little soul-searching with your friends y beforehand makes a big difference on agreement.

A Poem for Patricia

Here composed is a poem, and let’s put in the account book of Elena Beth as a beautiful true spirit and a grace, where the characteristic mental body structures of passion and romance, function copiously as one. “When, out in  society at the  eatery, I  look  to find a French cookie treat, where the roses and the  candles sent are sweet and come together on fabrics of tailored fine  lace, that   makes  me  think of those hot and juicy, plump and sweets.”  Each category you heard moves symbolically both individually and harmonically to create the sign of suggestive articulations.   For example: (out in) evokes the magic of appetite with a kind of tightness and nourishment.   And even, when insignificance occasion the sight to   interrupt this assembly and cause  that possible alteration of the light saw in the whole movement, the sum of the parts are forever oblivious…. and proceed about their business expressing perfect unions of satisfaction.

10th new poerty

I. This is a form that Moses learned,
II. On the ribosomal fluke theory,
III. That the famous Eli’s form for his Acumen community.
IV. This is Sybil a school teacher
V. That learned the form from Eli’s Acumen community.
VI. That taught her student Eve to practice
VII. This is Eve a school teacher Sybil taught
VIII. That learned the ribosomal fluke form theory
IX. That Eli wrote for Sibyls
X. and Moses learned from his Friend.

Poem

I can not  do this
I do not know who does
or why you would
but I  did dream
that it was done

Jack’s Ornament Placements

Pine Barrens Tree Frog

Department of Environmental Protection (DEP) Commissioner Bradley M. Campbell today announced he has upgraded the status of the Pine Barrens tree frog, moving it from the endangered species list to the threaten list.

A Croon

Ruudyard Kipling,The Story of the Gatsbys, ( NY Collier an Son 1889) Vol. 1 end of chapter-The Garden of Eden.

A chorus song: “Vanity,” and let the hills hear.

Vanity, all is Vanity,” said Wisdom, scorning me- I clasped my true love’s tender hand and answered frank and free-ee: “If this be Vanity who’d be wise? If this be vanity who’d be wise ? If this be Vanity who’d be wi-se? (Crescendo.) – Vanity let it be! “Vanity Let it be!” Let it be!

Miguel Covarrubias

POEM

PRELUDE

by: John Millington Synge (1871-1909)

TILL south I went and west and south again,
Through Wicklow from the morning till the night,
And far from cities, and the sights of men,
Lived with the sunshine and the moon’s delight.

I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds,
The gray and wintry sides of many glens,
And did but half remember human words,
In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.

Alliteration

Poem

I have crossed an ocean,
I have lost my tongue,
From the root of the old one
A new one has sprung.
(Grace Nichols)