The 1st Annual Spring Equinox Word Jam -2005

[Doreen Peri]

What You See Is What You Get
It is Best We Don't Forget
List Goes On and On and Yet,
Bet is Off Or On, We Let
What You See is What You Get
Pave Our Way to Debt on Debt,
Let Us Just be Fair and Just,
What You See is What You Must.
Ashes, Ashes, Dust to Dust,
Desiree, Love, Lust to Lust,
What You See Is What You Get,
Spring it On Us, Bet by Bet.
What You Get is What You See.
Me and You and You and Me.
Speak it out Repeatedly.
But, though, Please, Let's
Never Fret.
What You Get Is
What You Let.

[judih]

double dutch
keep the beat
head bent down
braids a twitter
turn those ropes
ya hot-jump sister

[WIREMAN]

skip to the beat
like the lil kids on
the street, hoppin'
in, hip hoppin' out
the beat solid, like
the asphalt canvas
it's played upon.......

[judih]

if i could wave my wand, i'd move whitebird sings' song to this arena

whitebird belongs in the gentle respose called Here

so wands aside, with the crude copy paste technique, i bring you.............

White bird Sings

Whitebird Sings

Joined: 18 Feb 2005
Posts: 1

whitebird has landed

she rests
with her head
beneath her wing
until the sun rises here

with the sun will come her song
encouraged by her friend

so it is

[judih]

sweet whitebird - strong yet delicate
resting so silently
calm blanket
of repose

may the stars sing lullabies
this spring special night

and on we go to a parallel universe

[WIREMAN]

our white bird sits
perched in her cage,
awaiting the dawn of
a new day, call her Zorma
and Diego bird's sittin'
over head, Chief the cat's
in the corner hoping for
his daily bread, while the
birds sing their varied song..............

[Doreen Peri]

OK City, twistah-sista,
funny, we're not in kansas anymore,
beat kacchung ta beat kaachung ta
keepin' rhythm with percussionist-tyrants
like da gods who've got control of da scene but
listen, miss, if you have an inkling of what i mean,
lets dance to a rapture.... You play the ropes,
double-dutched in synch.... I'll attempt to determine
weather (sic) ToTo can get us released from the spell of
a wizard.

I have never trusted street salesmen,
their booths set up for a con. I don't think we should
worry about Glenda. She is the Good Witch, of course..
But she has no power over miracles.

Let's jump! Spring it up!
I'll dance to your tune.
Go! White birds heard
on the radio.

[judih]

fee fee fo fo fi fi fum
look at da way my sneakers hum
up and down to the heart sung beat
aint no better then my 2 sweet feet
if'n you think you can do me better
show me your stuff and gimme your sweater

[WIREMAN]

It's a Beautiful Day
the White Bird flew
back in '69 and they
played with Santana
at my old school called
Woodside High, where
the Kesey kids ruled
and this D.C. boy
learned to fly...................

[knip]

my white bird
lives with me in tangerine
eats with me in sweet
sweet seeds burnt from sand
imbued with sweat
and toil of a thousand warriors
scythe-like madmen
lawrences on the plain
my white bird
show me these
clear as kansas night
to which i lean forward

[judih]

It's a Beautiful Day the White Bird flew back in '69 and they played with Santana at my old school called Woodside High, where the Kesey kids ruled and this D.C. boy learned to fly...................

it's a beautiful day as the white bird sings over centuries - i knew her when she was the oracle, the delphi chick,

it's a beautiful day as the wireman reminisces of high school dances when the beat was infectious and our minds outstretched our jeans

it's a beautiful day when time zone jam mixes dimensions like a barmaid's first cocktail party

it's a beautiful day



It's a Beautiful Day the White Bird flew back in '69 and they played with Santana at my old school called Woodside High, where the Kesey kids ruled and this D.C. boy learned to fly...................

[judih]

me in tangerine

you in mandarin

eat with me in sweet

drink with me in bitter

sweet seeds burnt from sand

roasted beans toasted in the heat

imbued with sweat

arrayed in their glory

and toil of a thousand warriors

fighting exhaustion in mythic upheaval

scythe-like madmen

tearing up plantations

lawrences on the plain

sunburnt with decision

my white bird

o, white bird

show me these

take me there



thanks knip

[knip]

it's a beautiful day
festival express on my dvd
just the other day
snap

i woke up...again
69?
i was 8
kesey?
i was 12

back when life started
it was a beautiful day
sometimes we get eclipsed
good news being it ends

[judih]

when dvd brings a festival express rocking into a living room,
it's a beautiful day
a beautiful moment
an extraordinary gift of time

[Doreen Peri]

Spring is not a better season.
Autumn competes with breezes.
Summer is the bank. We owe him.
He owns the mystery of perfect circle, the
balance of an arc, the visibility of beyond
horizons, the clarity o definition before
Autumnfall, he, the Devil, he the Adam,
he, the denial, he the arrogant dismisser
of warmth, he, the particular shawl-donner,
cold to a possible change of aircurrent, he,
the dryness, the darkener of transparent hue,
He, the Fall,
the disparity,
the variable,
the denial,
the forever-
disappeard,
the precurser to
frozen skin.

Spring is not a
better season,
or a worse,
but it is within
its barriers where
we attempt awakening,
verse emerged from
derelict burials.

I will give you my sweater
if you will give me your wintercoat.

Let us trade
protections and fabrics.

I will allow you to view
through my eyes if you will
permit me to sit on your shoulder
and speak hear through your ears.

We could possibly partake in a
hummingbird medly, painted with
japanese strokes on rice paper.

Spring is not a better season.
It is the very best season, bar none.
Spring receives me, opened, petals
bare, fruitborn, receptive,
vigilant, determined.

Spring is the only season
Spring is the only season
desired. I lust for her
luscious sweater.
I don it on bare arms.
I charmed her out of it
when she teased me with it.
.
Spring is not a better season.
It is the only season.
It is the only season.
It is Love.