Author: dancingpalmtrees

An African/Native American Queen, Wordsmith, Photographer, Free Spirit and Teacher.

Giles and Niles Poetry Brothel

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Poems, Poetic Transposition, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, Uncategorized2 Comments

 

 

Giles and Niles Poetry Brothel

 

Where the Aliens communicate with you via your headphones, headset or ear buds.  That’s not the heating system turning on that’s the spaceships from Mars and Venus landing on Earth.

Calm pebbles on a lonely beach.  The precursor to walking out a 10th Floor Window.

Rollicking Rivers have been testaments to many a debauchery.

A Vortex of Sex and Drudgery created by a fracture.  A fracture of faith, morals and betrayal.

Soon the curtain will drop on the Clown Prince of Gigolos. 

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Shoe Armor
Killer Heels from the Brooklyn Museum
Killer Heels at the Brooklyn Museum
Brooklyn Museum Funky Fresh Exhibits

 

 

 

 

 

The Quilted Loom

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Kimono, Surrealism, Surrealists, The Quilted Loom, Uncategorized4 Comments

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/ragtag-sunday-warp/

 

 

 

The Quilted Loom

 

In an abandoned open lot with an empty battlefield grazing behind it the Gingery Burnt Orange hair Sienna  skinned Weaver sits at her Loom.

 

 

People passing by alongside the adjoining sidewalks were totally oblivious save for the dozens of Calicos wandering to and fro between aspects of scenery.

 

Weaving Knitting Needles, Silken cacophonies of Symphonies, Singing Satin Brocade Ballads, and Crocheted mittens, rugs, tapestries, curtains, draperies, silken robes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

The Weaver’s arms set a Frenetic pace birthing galaxies, solar systems Whirling out into distant dimensions. Hurtling through time and space.

 

She had to hurry before those three hags returned. Especially disturbing was the Cackling Crone with the shears.  No vermin that foul should have the power of life and death. Each harridan who cloaks composed of silent screaming emerging faces crying out in unheard agonies.

 

Falling Stars and Meteors

 

Parasols clanged with Umbrellas fighting to grow into Spears, swords, Bows and arrows

Delusion and Illusion were flung out into the Abyss

 

Double Fold in the Ears.  Click Clack.  Click Clack.

 

Out flew words, sentences, paragraphs and phrases from every language and worldly alphabet Calendars, days, weeks, months and years flew forth whipping by that any passersby would have been violently slapped if in the pathway The came the faces of Goddess/God Swirling, Twirling, Spinning, Revolved, Jumping Leaping into the Arms of the Beloved…………

 

Kali reached out with multiply arms to grab all defectors.  Banishing them to Eternal Limbo in Purgatory 

 

The Mystical Arms of the Seed of Abraham Join Forces in Homage to Yemaya Oshun Jumping in and out of the Sacred Circle Each one grabs a thread intertwining round the Banyon & Bodhi  Trees

 

Levitating and Pirouetting in ecstatic ecstasy

 

Turtles and Trees know the true story

 

Mighty Oaks, Sturdy Sequoias, and wistful Palms sprung up with ease sheltering the dancers from the burning sun and blowing hot Sirocco  sandy Harmattan

 

Bonnetted Women Blew in from Dusky Shore line Forests selling their wares to thirsty travelers.

 

 

Red Forest Man Meets Yemaya Oshun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So Long to Africa’s Jazz Maestro: Hugh Masekela

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African Maestro Hugh Masekela. Now part of the Angelic Choir

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As a child, my mother had all of Hugh Masekela‘s CDs, and so I grew up listening to his music. A few years back, I was fortunate enough to attend one of his concerts when he was on tour in the US. As his colleague and friend Yvonne Chaka Chaka said in the interview below, Masekela was very down to earth. After his concert, he came out, and greeted us… so I queued up and even got a chance to talk to him! Imagine that! I talked to the great Hugh Masekela! His enthusiasm was contagious! I particularly loved what he could do with his trumpet and his voice: simply amazing! Some of my favorite tracks were ‘Chileshe,’  ‘Strawberries‘ (not sure why, maybe because of the children’s chorus or the fact that as a child I could taste those juicy…

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Watch “Nina Simone – You’ve got to learn” on YouTube

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No Love to be found. 

Compassion and Understanding long gone
Only sadness all around.

Constantly Chaotic Chaos and Turbulence 

 

Lazy ones reap rewards

While hard workers are kicked in the pants
FED UP!

Putting on the Walking shoes and stepping outta this bitch.
Fuck it All to hell.
I’m done. 

Share Your World – January 22, 2018

On By dancingpalmtreesIn DeBorah, DeBorah Ann Palmer, Share Your World – January 22, 2018, Stephen, Stephen Vincent Palmer, Uncategorized13 Comments

 

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2018/01/22/share-your-world-january-22-2018/

Share Your World – January 22, 2018

 Cee Neuner

List 2 things you have to be happy about?

My brother Stephen, my birthday in February and Vacation in March

Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?

Yes I believe so.

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?

Non-Hugger.

I really don’t like to be touched and am very uncomfortable with strange people trying to touch me.  It’s like an invasion of privacy.  Men will use hugging to take unwanted liberties. Really very creepy and disturbing.  Yes I do hug my brother Stephen and a very few select close friends but other than those people I try to avoid all uninvited touching.

 

DeBorah & Stephen 1961

 

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

 

My Artwork for the upcoming Union Art Show

 

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