Prepare ye the way for...

  ALL HALLOW'S EVE - HALLOWEEN!

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Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk, Master 'o' da Farce,

and do not reflect those of, Google (blog);

a week before All Hallow's Eve,

names are changed to protect the

Giant Pumpkins & Gourds

Great Pumpkin & court of Gourds, Poetry Pals behind pumpkin boards,

rubbing extra large squash for luck, behold pumpkin art...What the F***...?!?!

Being one with Pumpkin Patch Peeping hordes.

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Photos: Stockbridge & Deerfield MA

Downtown & Yankee Candle

Performers: DaS Ginger Mann, T'Bone, & CAT

Photographer/Author: Obi Wan

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Forget all you know or think you know about 21st Century Poetry, 

 it is not your Great Grandparents Poetry, 

 it is not your Grandparent's Poetry, 

 it is not your Parent's Poetry,

 it is 21st Century Poetry,

it is your poetry,

an evolution,

revolution

in verse; 

 see,

21st Century Poets are doing new things,

the old has fallen away. 

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 Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,

an online magazine published weekly, broadcasting

Positive Waves & Good Vibes

across the virtual multiverse,

sharing poultry & photos chock full of sunshine and lollipops and...

Mother & Ducklings

off on their daily adventure of meeting people.

Rub a Duck for Good Luck.

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As we get comfy-comfy-cozy-cozy in our new Poet's Pad HQ,

we get to know our new neighbors

and reflect poetically

from which emerges...

NEW SHIZ!

Reflections on Senior Housing Living VII

It Ain't Me Blues

(in green)

a 1 - 2 - 3 Pome

ONE: Prelude

As I step out into the hallway

all along the gangway

I sniff'a familiar smell

I sniff'a'sniff I know so well,

fading as I approach the stairway -

As I exit the main entry

think, "Someone's blazin'a tree,

strain whose aroma is swell

that complex doors don't quell,

someone's puffin' an' it ain't me...it ain't me...

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TWO: Compadres

As I step across to my car in lot

the unmistakable aroma of pot

rings in nostrils like a bell,

shade tree mechanics working pell-mell

look at me guiltily fraught -

As I unlock RAV4 with key

know those guys are surely blazin'a tree,

strain from craft cultivar's dell

outside complex doors in brake job hell,

two pals a'puffin' an' it ain't me...it ain't me...

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THREE: Flashback

As I signed the Lease Housing wrought

Landlord said, "State - Fed Funds bought

senior dwelling complex in quiet dell,

tobacco use in assigned space is swell,

tho, there's Absolutely...NO SMOKING POT."

Paid the rent, got my appointed key,

said, "Not a problem, no blazin'a tree."

Moved in sans ganj' an' doin' quite well,

as for complex stoners...I won't tell,

cuz, it's neighbors a'puffin', it ain't me...it ain't me...

it ain't me...

"Anybody wanna go for a walk...?"

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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much, 

 Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,

Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk

making the most of late autumn.

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