Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 17, 2012
No Irish is to be had among
My Acadian and Portuguese
Tippling Forbears
Participatory hosts
Ready to nourish every guest
With perpetually filled glasses
Platters continually passed
Holidays an excuse
To ramp up the effort
On March 17th with
New England boiled dinner
Freshly corned beef
Potatoes cabbage carrots
Once in awhile for reasons
No one understood
Parsnips
Happy Saint Patrick's Day
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 17, 2012
The past tainted with facts
And fictions it never knew
No witnesses to vouch
For this or for that
What did or didn't transpire
History's words twist and turn
For each generation's purpose
Ever elusive truth hides
Among rhetorical flourishes
Gestures half hidden
From rapt listeners
As tomorrow usurps today
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 16, 2012
Palm fronds and butterflies
Flutter in the trade winds
Shadows look East
In late afternoon light
Across the grass sloping
To the blue rumbling waves
At the cottage overlooking the beach
Nothing in particular was accomplished
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 15, 2012
All possible dreams
Wait in their own realm
They peek into the world
Ever hopeful of being chosen
Stories are read to children
Dreams wait for sleep
Tip toe into the room
The adventure begins
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 14, 2012
Royal coconut palms
Scaled by agile trimmers
Armed with Machetes
Coconuts clunk to the ground
Accompanied by palm frond swish
White egrets oversee the work
Ever alert to eatable denizens
Among the green detritus
Scattered on the lawn
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