Poet Beth "Batyah" Elishevah Ginzberg expresses her creative poetic meditations about water as a very powerful atmospheric element of the environment. Ginzberg wrote these poems at the East Rogers Park Lake Michigan Beaches, on-the-spot, to experientially convey the full effect of the Great Lakes of Chicago, IL USA for your reading pleasure.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

A RIGID ROCK A STONE SLAVERY A BRICK WALL

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A Yellow sturdy sandy solid compliant giant Egyptian Pyramid. Deserted in a desert. Mud. Bricks just for kicks many made of earthen clay, free the slaves break the bricks save the day, mix the clay with hay, a fallen smashed dead slave who did  not behave. A Wailing Wall a Western Wall, who to safely separate to reincarnate? A haystack Of Mice and Men, a hen a chicken coupe, a crop of hair a curling lock of a loop. Fruit Loops not made of real fruit.

Georgy porgy puddin' n pie. She's the spice of my eye, cinnamon, the peeling bark of a tree, not offensively, a bark from a dog who's swallowing everything hungrily like a hog. 

Rock n' roll rocks rolls. Rocks like white teeth, stones, golden rounded domes, the importance of washing a rock clean. Tossing a rock into a river, arrows into a quiver "teshuvah" Hebrew for forgiveness not to shiver dirty deeds wrong songs misdeeds. Sold a product that did not produce. Climbed a tree fell off a Spruce fallen  uninstallin' the broken neck of a goose. A battery for a car that has no energy at all. Solar white polar. A bear not to bare. A rock carved scraped created an Indian iron fiery flint. A scapegoat, a goats' sins, money mint, wandering prophetically holy signs sent gold mines, comfy cousins akin. 

Do you like rocks? Only diamonds. Why? Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Boyfriends over-rated. A kids' skateboard, one's childhood re-created. Your life is fated.

The sadness of a stone was skipped, flipped into lake water. To aim at a duck, to not aim well, my throw was short did not enter his heart. 

Well, where is she?? At her cottage, sipping morning porridge. Protein fiber very berry voltage. What did you eat? Blueberries, raspberries, red and blue, roses are red; violets are blue, one for you, because I love you! Is this the truth, couldn't be truer, yes, it's bluer, bluer is better. You're beautiful. Affection. A rock a monument not a sculpture, a rock as a slave's brick the beginning of the building of a holy Judaic Temple, rock by rock not a trick. 

To not forget your rock or your purse. A happy wonderful powerful Pet Rock. We love our rocks! A shiny garden of rocks, crawling roots a place of fossils, round back vertebrae bones not a sore leg to paint your garage with the bending of one knee bending both to kneel three times each day. To lift one's heels off the ground, walking a hound around, a heel lift a wooden stick, adrift. Moses to sweeten waters. Pure sugar cane there's no shame.

What is Lithuania. Latvia. Where. Nowhere near. A far away unfamiliar misplaced place of secular scientific literary fun philosophic philosophy: Earth, Water, Skies, Air. Your face is lovely fair. An inborn understanding of the elegant importance of a brainy Scientific Fair. What do you know? The Earth Revolves Around the Sun, the Moon around the Earth. Einstein's MC2: five square knots on each tassel, no hassle.

Reforming the Reform Reformed, Mathematics, Geometry, Counting Cash, Counting Minyan Members, Dollars, One Hundred, 1000 K. He's a Billionaire a Politician Bought His Way. Who Paid the Bill, His Own Donations In Business He Has Skill.   

Affection not affliction ammunition a rock a sling slung a song sung a vibrating tongue a rubber band a David King, not a scary King Kong: A Giant Gorilla, Megillah Gorilla, I prefer chocolate not vanilla!

A chocolate cocoa dream of a nightmarish nightmare a chest-beating giant brown-furred monkey who's not the key. A Titanic boat selling electronic spices still afloat. Chinese tariffs wearing down trades not traded. 

Frankincense, makes no sense. For is four is fur, Beaver trapping in a contraption. The sensibility of senselessness one only needs common sense, costs just two cents.

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