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    Vineyard Views: Vineyard Views, #7
    Vineyard Views: Vineyard Views, #7
    Vineyard Views: Vineyard Views, #7
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    Vineyard Views: Vineyard Views, #7

    By D. Lionberger

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    Entire collection of the 'Vineyard Views' series of chapbooks (1-6) containing a variety of prose and poetry from politics to parody to the pounding of a broken heart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDaniel Lionberger
    Release dateOct 18, 2018
    ISBN9781386607083
    Vineyard Views: Vineyard Views, #7
    Author

    D. Lionberger

    Retirement has provided the opportunity to take the plunge I have longed for-- to immerse myself in the waters of creative writing. Whether torpedoed, or not, it is a mental medium that may prevent torpidity from setting in.

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      Vineyard Views - D. Lionberger

      Antihistamine

      Trap unwanted visitors.

      Smother them with your clones.

      Keep them from entering the system.

      Don’t let them disrupt the norm.

      Close he pathways to that

      which doesn’t fit the pattern.

      Stop it, else it grows.

      Mob it, before it multiplies.

      Defensive towrds difference,

      can’t go where it moves us?

      Rather than take a chance,

      choose to live in slimy mucous.

      Banquet Offering To All

      Born with silver spoon in mouth

      but talk with wagging tongue of fork,

      some speak of equal opportunity

      ‘cept it’s spork-wielding they suppose.

      Blue Bauble

      Humans drawing dividing lines

      between clouds and moon,

      twixt stars and planet.

      Heaven calls—perfection awaits.

      Ride the sun's beams

      to that golden home beyond?

      The celestial paradise of

      spiritual enrichment is not only above,

      but, around, and under our feet.

      If focused on what we have and

      grateful to our great giver, Earth,

      rather than desiring more and more

      of the latest and greatest

      instead of believing our eternity

      entails ever expanding, getting, gaining

      battering, bettering, building beyond boundaries,

      we could clean and polish our blue sapphire

      and quit taking more than we need;

      provide that necessary to live

      healthy, happy, and in harmony

      with each other and our home;

      before we send imperfect seed

      to grow ever multiplying weeds

      throughout the universe.

      Church Lady

      Hell-o church lady.

      Who did you frown on today?

      Did you come to criticize and walk

      away without fare-thee-well, or, goodbye?

      Too busy dodging stones

      to hear all you had to say,

      and,turning my cheeks

      one way, then, the other

      I couldn’t see you eye-to-eye.

      Back to raking grass and scooping dog

      in the backyard, I realized

      I could never, ever—

      pile it as high as you.

      Collection Time

      All we are is landfill.

      Our legacy is garbage.

      We are blood-sucking,

      bacteria eating, stuck

      between-the-teeth

      morsel munching

      parasites of nature.

      Turning her laws

      and properties against her,

      We continuously consume her,

      although, she will, indubitably,

      finally devour us.

      Commuter Blues

      A leave falls.

      Internal combustion

      extends for miles,

      explodes forever,

      exhausts resources—

      waste billows

      with wisps and twists.

      Nothing but dark clouds above.

      Barren branches,

      black charcoal on gray,

      scratch gloomy sky with bony fingers.

      Fallen leaves, green gone,

      adhere to black asphalt;

      death's color absorbs the rainbow

      of petroleum sheen.

      No pot of gold at the end,

      just a wrecking yard,

      supply is plenty—

      but no demand.

      Deities Transcend All

      Deities transcend all

      like a lion over pride

      as if an unfailing father.

      All knowing.

      All powerful.

      Omnipotent.

      Infinite.

      Benevolent.

      Hell...    

      Chaos, Gaea, Zeus, Neptune,

      Poseidon, Odin, Thor, Diane,

      Buddha, Vishnu, Yahweh, etc...    

      Polytheistic-monotheistic transition

      demoted lesser gods to jinni,

      angels, seraphim and cherubim.     

      Gabriel/Jibra’il, Michael/Mikail,

      Raphael/Israfil, Azrael, 

      Hafaza, etc., etc., etc...    

      Myths.

      Does make-believe of children

      give them power to grow

      within pseudo-security of

      triumph and invulnerability,

      or, relieve them of self-

      responsibility for behavior—

      as if it was god's will?      

      The Flash, Green Lantern, Batman,

      Ironman, Captain America, Spiderman,

      Wonder Woman, Supergirl, etc., etc...    

      How much longer will our need

      for comic book superheroes

      to save us from monsters,

      let us down?    

      At least Superman fought Fascism.

      Deja View  

      The great ones watch the childrens’ play,

      the young ones’ growth,

      and propensity for brutality;

      their dismay is distant,

      and pride, only academic.

      The protégés climb the plateau,

      the hierarchy of needs,

      always discovering a higher level,

      until they gain the keys, find the answers,

      and, discover life no longer a mystery.

      Future formulated in the past,

      the seniors begin to peruse

      their offsprings’ misadventures,

      sometime triumphs, and tiresome tragedies,

      sorrowfully shaking their heads

      at repeated misery and suffering,

      but, laughing and guffawing

      at the continued ire of the inexperienced

      and ignorant suffering the bites of life's ironies.

      Maintaining they are the peak intelligence,

      and life is theirs for the taking—

      give and take are genetically imposed—

      the takers profit from the givers;

      life is ideal, by their supreme standards,

      until, one day, they feel a tap on the shoulder—

      and turn to face their elders...

      Dr. J.

      No slam-dunk,

      or all-star cross-over dribble

      and reverse lay-up follows.

      Hey, shrink—

      what am I thinking?

      Determine what is going on in my head...

      cut the top off to see what's inside—

      unafraid of letting the demons out,

      or hoping to...

      but, perhaps they are afraid

      to see the light of day,

      hiding in nooks, crannies, and,

      deeper and darker ravines, or,

      the worst of the worst, clinging

      to the bottom of the great abyss;

      an abyssinian species

      that must be probed, prodded,

      often sharply, repeatedly, before

      they'll loose their death-grip on the subject.

      TWEET! 

      Official blows whistle,

      calls technical foul for a mixed metaphor.

      Exit Stage: Right

      Droplets, drizzle, dramatic downpour.

      Dark, monochromatic storm in the city;

      comfortably viewed thru ‘no-tech’ video,

      just another shady, gloomy, mystery.

      ‘Live’ participants face the chill,

      The damp

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