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Acrostic Verse

Posted on October 15, 2009 | Leave a comment

As it happens today I have a chance to blog about blogging again,

Chances between compelling causes of chosen communication come.

Readily I reach for these writer’s reprieves from regular responsibility.

On this evening I am able to discuss the form of verse which I did begin

So consistently to use as I use the poetic powers of my busied brain.

There is little love for acrostic verse as the tellers of free verse spin

Into convenient starting lines and unrhymed ends their words train.

Coding in a topic title on the start of these lines seems needless pain.

 

Very  few bills are paid these days by the penning of structured verse.

Even though I am unpaid here it still seems a deviating thing to do

Rigidly stringing rhymes in to the written words the titles rehearse.

Still I think the form  shapes and captures an experience quite well too.

Essentially I am still commenting too in this form both old and also new.

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Louisiana’s Festivals

Posted on October 11, 2009 | Leave a comment

Louisiana has many festivals and fairs in cities, towns and villages too.

Our association LAFF is not really a minor or laughing matter.

Under the breezy skies Delcambre and Bayou Pierre Part Bless Fleets.

In Crowley’s great Rice Festival and Basile’s Swine they celebrate good eats.

So in today’s Cattle Festival in Abbeville I brought my nephew and nieces two,

Into the streets of my hometown to watch  parades see beads and candies scatter.

And to eat the icy snow cone treats in rainbow hues and walk a bit together.

Not neglecting to be thankful for the  pleasant break in rainy weather,

As we rode rides and watched the beef move from grill to paper platter.

Saturday hours in a small Louisiana town led us to the familial matter.

 

Full of the experience and back to an early supper and I to football then,

Each of us was enjoying the weekend diversions not of the festival at all. 

Such is the way many and likely most festival-goers go to these most often.

To a bit of this and that and not taking every bit of time from football.

In addition the gridiron of fall and hunts and baseball people rest.

Very many go to church and eat out away from the fairgrounds too.

And people combine the Jazz, Shrimp or Ducks with life’s normal best.

Louisiana’s Crawfish or Cattle Festivals provide pleasant things to do.

Saturdays and Sundays in any fair like this may a bit of our life renew.

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Change And Politics

Posted on October 8, 2009 | Leave a comment

Change was promised and prophesied by the new President of the United States.

He seems to think that compared to the hardworking and  thrifty Chinese

And compared to the starving Africans assaulted by the world’s hates

Now Americans need more free stuff and entitlements  for all disease.

God knows I was not happy with the recent years of the Grand Old Party 

Essentialy things keep getting worse in terms of my desired Society.

 

As for me it just gets more and more alien, a heterogenous wasteful place,

Not a diverse union skillfully joined with law and custom’s grace.

Doing  too little to build a world of reality in justly administered space.

 

Perfectly horrible is the way I would describe much of the future.

Our kids grow up pulled down and exposed to  all sorts of torture.

Led by the Blacks of the South side of Chicago and a Kenyan’s Kid

It seems we are supposed to learn to cooperate and produce a land

The community many would agree is most horribly out of hand.

It is a time of Harvard and dead mothers and  angry bums

Challenging us to create a world of entitled  deficit slums.

Seldom a drop of sweat in field and forge receives guided sums.

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America in Afghanistan Today

Posted on October 6, 2009 | Leave a comment

A cousin of mine named Severin Summers lost his life in uniform far away.

Met death from an explosive device perhaps with hostile fire as well.

Every day someone dies in a war our media must daily display.

Regarding that, I believe folks should know why some say war is hell.

In Helmund, Kabul and near Baluchistan as well as across lines

Camps house our soldiers and others who watch for mines.

America is now at war with Al Quaeda and the Taliban as well.

 

In Manhattan’s island there is still a hole of woes and pain.

Not many forget completely the human and concrete rain.

 

A graveyard of Empires they call this land of Afghan folks.

Frontier it gave to the British Indian Raj so diverse and vast.

Great Persia invested and fortified a rule that did not last.

Hordes inexorable left their dead there in snowy cloaks.

As we know the Soviet Union lost fire and much gold there,

Now that does not mean these empires gained nothing fair.

It does not mean there were no rulers who did some good.

Still it does mean that risk must be fully understood.

There is a royal family, socialists and secular democrats too.

As far as I know we have not linked these with the tribes,

Now we could build a really Afghan client not with bribes.

 

There may be a need to locate some expats for bases rich,

Or raise up an Afghan Cavalry with horse, hawk and bitch.

Digging jobs and agricultural reforms may be needed

And we may need cheap loans to farms well seeded.

Yet there are starting points where we’ve succeeded.

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Blogging Towards Our Future

Posted on October 6, 2009 | Leave a comment

Blogs and bloggers keep their web logs as we all know. I blog here and now.

Lords of the Blog lets the House of Lords have its webward say on any day.

On Politico dot com one can watch ahead of the ship of state’s own prow.

Go to White House dot gov and find someone with much to do and say.

Go to the United Nations site and it gets close to blogging too but not quite.

It is at Rotten Tomatoes one can find some critiques and hot reviews as well.

Not far from me at WordPress there are many blogs I know left and right,

Go to the search bar and type in something — what the hell! 

 

 

There are folks at space advocate blog, I know Malette is there and writes.

On HBO there are blogs by fictional folks and those who watch the shows.

We can go to the Vatican and Smithsonian and Congress’s  official sites.

And if we are skilled searchers we find where the nearby blogging grows.

Really, there is little left to complain about as many pols blog too.

Doing all  these searches and readings we could now  surely do ,

Short of time we may become for all we have to web review.

 

Our future may see new changes in the blogosphere it’s true.

Under any view we can bet that future will be wired too.

Real disaster alone will end our blogging before twenty-one twenty-two.

 

Franksummers3ba’s Blog is a frank summary  written in frequent speed. 

Until it ceases it will have a man’s viewpoint on the wire to read.

Then take a break between Twitter and Facebook notes and your own blog.

Until you grow tired you could even post my link or put it in a printed log.

Really we are just blogging towards our future here and now in community.

Each of us should go and do something to make of words and our deeds a unity.

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Pesimistic Political Poem Pretended “America In Trouble Today”

Posted on October 5, 2009 | 1 comment

America, we are so sure of ourselves when we are and say so loudly.

Michigan, California and other statehouses immigrants hold proudly.

Even in the White House and old Louisiana two generations gets to the top.

Righteously we praise forbidding care to brazero’s kids with wetback Pop.  

I hear of trillions here and there for reasons a Lichtenstein could doubt.

California is deep in debt and can’t print money, so feds may print it out.

America consuming so very much of the world’s mine, sweat and crop.

 

Is it time we had change not from Harvard-going takers who don’t build

Not from billionaire beggars and the most undeserving of our poor?

 

The Mormon mustn’t marry much but Dick can marry Rob I hear.

Rob can’t fight because his sex life is our biggest enemy and greatest fear.

Olympics in Atlanta bombed and we think the world must forget.

Unions in Europe will squeeze us out each day but are buddies we bet.

Big treaties and tough laws could make drugs legal and protect us here,

Leaving Taliban, FARC and Mexican blood streets lesser lords of fear.

Except the debate is free drug use or war hard on peasants yet.

 

Truly, this is not a super country folks.  Hate me if you wish .

Our country is cause of and victim of many woes today.

Day by day we move farther from the way to fill a dish.

And if we do not wise up we will have to really pay.

Yes and innocents suffer here and abroad so we can play.

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