Extended Turkey Day Dance Party Post Early Edition Ruff-Mix
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Agape.
Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,
an online magazine published weekly, tackling the hard hitting current events,
relating warmer month activities months later when cold weather kicks in,
sharing photos of sunshine and lollipops and religious icons,
and the one blog in billions that dares to tell it like it is and presents...
an extended dance party post in honor of the upcoming holiday,
what is that? One may be querying themselves,
National Turkey Football Day
of course!
A celebration of the Almost National Bird & Pro Sports,
cuz if we were to celebrate the Pilgrims,
that would be celebrating the genocide of the New England Native Nations,
and we can't have that, it's...Politically Incorrect!
Also, Uninclusive,
not many Pilgrims and Natives around these days;
someone, or ones, is sure to be offended.
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Enough of that Political Social Commentary,
this a time of fun & frivolity!
Let us get down to the extended tracks to get one thru the
long holiday weekend,
featuring...
Brown Friday!
Including...
Black Friday!
To cool yer jets after a harrowing shopping trip to the mall,
read this...
Labor Day Weekend Solo Poet's Holiday
featuring, Burning Man Jr III
Get Their Dollars
(Back in Fun)
Sixteen buck entry
well worth investments in land,
upgrades and logo,
see where dollars go,
continuous improvements
out on Maine Playa;
projects coming soon...
rebuilt Spring and Farm Houses,
and who knows what else!
Privately owned since
opened one hunge' years ago;
a money maker?
Depends, P. R, and WiFi
interactive link;
B. M. Jr V,
book campsite for overnight,
dunes under starlight...
that is...if we're still alive...
and tenting out can survive...
Seven stroll packed paths
'round acres to small campground,
Celebrate B. M...
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Let the Akashic Record Show...
Celebrate B. M,
Co Hosts, CAT and Obi Wan,
read Special Haiku,
lyrical poem,
pining for Black Rock Desert,
Burning Man Art Fest;
painted bodies, cars,
flammable installations,
mobile pedal bars,
giant sharks and crustations,
yellow submarine to stars,
space constellations,
lay flat, orient to Mars
imaginations...
and we head to, Maine
before we all go insane,
center in desert,
then lunch, coffee, and dessert,
fresh air in collective brain;
Poetry in Flames
totems offered with a kiss
Campsite Piracy.
the, tasteful nude scene for the post, selfie
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Burning Man Jr III Pome:
Playa Skinny Dip
(Jiffy Lube Blues)
Night swimming to Luna
thru black velvet, past Orion's Belt,
at one with dolphin and tuna,
morph as realities melt;
forget all that I know
dive to dark side of sea
mirages in cosmic snow
face self imposed imagery...
FACE SELF IMPOSED IMAGERY!
Astronautical journey
Spirit Blessed orbit
study astronomology
on back in middle of it...
on back in middle of it...
Enraptured mesc'tasy bliss,
The Man collapses in flame,
Totems offered with a kiss,
sacrifice sins by name;
past lay in tatters
ash martians from coals intensity
future's uncertain, Now's what matters,
dance naked in pansexuality...
DANCE NAKED IN PANSEXUALITY!
Quantum desert journey
Spirit guided orbit
study male physiology,
on back in middle of it...
on back in middle of it...
Night swimming to Luna...
Night swimming to Luna...
night swimming...
Thank you, Larry Harvey,
wherever you are!
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Farewell, Bon Voyage
Right about that time...
"Are we headed to lunch...?"
grumbling stomachs asked;
smart brains answered, "YES!"
and they caravanned to mess,
but, the boat was closed;
consultation held,
Old Port crawls with citizens,
metered parking scarce,
ayes have it, head down 1 to
rando' local restaurant;
Main Street, South Portland,
Coppersmith Tavern, 1st choice,
seat selves, lunch is on!
'K, it's four-twenty,
and food is ordered, drinks drop,
Jeffie Pooh's Birthday,
we celebrate, toast his health,
communion over bar fare;
feast of friends renewed
earthbound scoob plots direct flight
Pumpkin heads to base.
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Italian Fave
(& on the way)
Silver Cavalier,
three smiling riders waving
passing down highway;
Pumpkin RAV goes on,
four occupants waving back,
right angle course change;
Cav' flies back to earth,
Dr B, Rob, return CAT
to comfy cushion,
on way to their central pad
in heart of Urban Base Camb.
Obi, returns, DaS,
T'Bone and Jeffie the Pooh,
to home square, Think Tank,
but, first...GELATO!
Favorite Meth'uen joint,
authentic small batch,
sweet selection of flavors
perfect days perfect ending!
Puff J's tires for
drive 'cross other side of moon
to Base Bradford Pod.
T'Bone, so tired, his lights dim
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Tune in next time for more of the Solo Pote's Holi'Labor'day Weekend.
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Bonus Extended Trax!
Guest Poet:
J. L. Messeder
Beech Season
(in Lee, NH Woods)
The Beech is not the first to turn
nor is it woodlands last
its fingertips begin to glow
once maple's flare has past,
and slowly as October wends
toward winters slumb'ring cold
the glow continues on to turn
it's outstretched branches gold.
It's neighbors, the reluctant oaks
seem winters death to fight
begrudging leaves, though rusty now,
cling to their branches tight;
but, all the while the shining Beech
grows brighter, brighter, still
until releasing for a time
to dark Decembers chill...
to dark Decembers chill.
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and the piece it became in the hands of...
Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk.
Beach Season
(in Salisbury, MA)
The Beach is not the first to turn
nor is it the shorelines last
its marshlands begin to glow
once grasses green has past,
and as summers life wends
away from Autumns tidal cold
the sea continues to turn
outstretched beaches shimmering gold.
Neighbors of farms with towering oaks
prepare for Old Mans fight,
lobstermen begrudgingly haul traps now,
cling to their traditions tight;
but, all the while, the sandy Beach
welcomes visitors to her still,
wade frosty tides for a time
in bright Decembers chill...
in bright Decembers chill.
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and now, our Resident Dead Poet,
Langston Hughes
Theme for English B
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you -
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston - Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me-we two-you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me-who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records - Bessie, bop, of Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white -
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me -
although you're older-and white-
and somewhat more free.
This is my page for English B.
See the resemblance?
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much,
Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,
Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park
Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park
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Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk
since January 7, 2021
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