Arts Festival November 24, 2019 - Part I - As talented as they get! - Poems by Rem, Linda, Imani

The name "Imani" means faithful in Swahili.

She baked two cakes for her church. And where can we find this church?

Shelly Quigley - I took several photos of you and your geetar as you strummed about Putin, and Trump, with your devilish lyrics. It was SO GOOD TO SEE YOU and daughter Brandy, who wrote about the fish in her aquarium, wishing humans were as nice to one another as her fish.

Dyou know the band Phish?






Personally, I'm a phan of the Pentatonix.





They're an A Capella band. Take a listen on YouTube.

This is a huge photo of a sculpture by Bob Scott, Imani's dad.

Made of plastic.

Bob was attracted by the rhythmic sound of wood and made many wooden sculptures.

He began tho with a simple pencil. Here are some of his pencil drawings. Talk about talent!

Bob Scott. He has a fascinating middle name that I didn't catch.

Below is one of my many paintings. Took a class at Abington Senior High where I learned some basics of acrylic painting. The advantage is it dries quickly.

Imani wrote an incredibly honest poem about the travails of bipolar disorder.

Skip way down...

Ruth, how many times dyou need your picture on here?  Three?

And where the heck are Ada and Rich?

We discussed Ada's mother... 110 yrs old.

Rem and Linda, please send me your poems about Lillian Moss.

Here's Jane. Jane Fonda? Jane Goodall?

Don't be silly. It's Jane Barrett, Linda's mom. 

We’ll Always Have Vegas

                                    @2019 Linda Barrett

                                    We’ll Always Have Vegas:

                                                You and I traveling together

                                                By Greyhound bus

                                                To get married there

                                    We’ll Always Have Vegas:

                                                It was a memorable journey:

                                                In the aftermath of 9/11

                                                As a  test of our love

                                    We’ll Always Have Vegas:

                                                You the kite

                                                Me the string

                                                That kept you down to reality

                                    We’ll Always Have Vegas:

                                                Me the New England Patriot’s fan

                                                You the Philadelphia Eagle’s

                                                Liberty Belle cheerleader

                                    We’ll Always Have Vegas:

                                                You the one

                                                Who introduced me

                                                To the Prince of Peace

                                                And the Lord of Love

                                    We’ll Always Have Vegas:

                                                Even without you,

                                                I still know that the Fun city

                                                Brings me happy memories

                                                Of our marriage years.

What a Wonderful Day

                                     @2014 Linda Barrett

                                    White hot sun ignites

                                     July’s second to last day

                                     I travel the Huntingdon Valley roads

                                     Like the back of my hand

                                     Still get lost three times

                                     Rich stands outside

                                     On the corner of Corn Crib and Milkweed

                                      Too good natured to be exasperated

                                      By my constant phone calls

                                      For the right directions

                                      Finally, I arrive to the house

                                      A bright, floral haven

                                      In the middle of former farmland.

                                      The Pool’s tranquil blueness

                                      Greets me

                                      A deep many faceted aquamarine

                                      Gemstone in its tiled setting

                                       Rituals of applying sun screen

                                       Donning of hats

                                       Trying to ward off the sunburn demons

                                       Occur around me

                                       Ed on his guitar and harmonica

                                       Shelly accompanies him with her singing

                                       Play serene music for swimmers

                                       Under umbrellas,

                                       We tell tales to each other

                                       While eating our lunches

                                        And Ada serves desserts

                                        She darts around.

                                        Politely whispering if anyone

                                        Would like a drink

                                         Or some more water

                                         In the pool,

                                         I try floating on my back

                                         A far off church chime

                 wafts through the trees

                                         Reminding me

                                         Of He who made this day

                                         For our enjoyment

                                      Cynthia’s Cinquain

                             @2019 Linda Barrett

                             From Detroit

                             Nice episcopal girl

                             Inherited her father’s reserved nature

                             Her mother’s vivacious one, too

                             Talkative and sociable progressive

                             mother.

Rem’s Prayer

                     @2017 Linda Barrett

                     Dear God,

                     The Bedbugs

                     And my accident

                     Outside the bank

                     Are too much for

                     Me to handle.

                     Could you please

                     Send them

                     To Donald Trump?

                     Thank You.

                             

 Missing in action is REM MURPHY.

Here he is at our writing group with Beatriz. Rem send me some of your poems and I'll publish them in Part II. 

Imani is a beautiful young woman, who enjoys her chosen career of teaching young children. Remember her dad was also a teacher for some 33 years.

Parking lot of Giant. There were NO SPACES. 

Thanks Bob for this framed drawing of talking about those who serve others, serve ourselves too.