Sunday, November 24, 2019

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.

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