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amrutha Feb 2014
She moves those hips hypnotically
As she smiles through her slender long fingers
Speaking with her big beautiful onyx-black eyes
Ah, Will you just look at her grace?

Her saree painted rich brass
With amber brown motif on the edges
Heavy indian anklets adorn her ankles
Her skin so golden on which sunshine sketches.

Glorious, every little move she makes
Flamboyant, her mehendi feet, the way they part and meet
All the energy any strong man can have,
Reflected in her elegant femine beauty, sincere and discreet.

Like a goddess, she holds her head high
And showers you with her immortal blessings
When she gets down the stage with a humble smile
You'd exclaim "paradise on earth" with a sigh.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
The Ash Street Jail, housing inmates from Bristol County,
is located in New Bedford. Opening in 1829, it is the oldest
continuously operating jail in the United States.


Krista DelleFemine › Visual Culture
I prefer being a girl.                                I'm so grateful I'm not a man.

no one root for the 49s;     0%
Krista Delle Femine liked Visual Culture  
1                                       |  million people agree in a million minutes;
culture is born of the cacophony
of female millipedes doing the work of nature;
they register the ghosts that enter Sheol,
I'm w/ u;               |                     we have our tickets & passports,
& invitations to the whirling dervish party;
My, oh, my!                            in one room she's showing b/w I Dream
                                                    of Jeannie episodes
showing ancient ancient
California Beach Dreams of ancient ancient Baghdad

Krista DelleFemine › New Bedford Money
The AIDS capital of America;                     That was New Bedford's
standout characteristic a couple years back.
Nearly wiped off the map by ***

Before the 17th century, the Wampanoag,
who had settlements throughout southeastern Massachusetts
& Rhode Island, including Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket,
were the only inhabitants of the lands along the Acushnet River.
Their population is believed to have been about 12,000;
While exploring New England, Bartholomew
Gosnold landed on Cuttyhunk Island on May 15, 1602;
From there, he explored Cape Cod & the neighboring areas,
including the site of present-day New Bedford. However,
rather than settle the area, he returned to England at the request of his crew;

Europeans first settled New Bedford in 1652.
English Plymouth Colony settlers purchased the land
from chief Massasoit of the Wampanoag tribe.
Whether the transfer of the land was legitimately
done has been the subject of intense controversy.
Like other native tribes, the Wampanoags
did not share the settlers' concepts of private property.
The tribe may have believed they were granting usage rights
to the land, not giving it up permanently;

The settlers used the land to build the colonial town
of Old Dartmouth (which encompassed not only present-day
Dartmouth, but also present-day New Bedford, Acushnet,
Fairhaven, and Westport).     A section of Old Dartmouth
near the west bank of the Acushnet River,
originally called Bedford Village,                    was officially incorporated
as the town of New Bedford in 1787
              after the American Revolutionary War.
The name was suggested by the Russell family,
who were prominent citizens of the community.
The Dukes of Bedford, a leading English aristocratic house,
also bore the surname Russell; Bedford, Massachusetts
having already been incorporated by 1787;            hence "New" Bedford;

The late-18th century was a time of growth for the town.
New Bedford's first newspaper,                              The Medley
also known
as the New Bedford Marine Journal,    was founded in 1792;
On June 12, 1792, the town set up its first post office.
William Tobey was its first postmaster.             The construction of a bridge; originally a toll bridge,
between New Bedford & present-day Fairhaven in 1796 also spurred growth; Fairhaven separated from New Bedford in 1812;
forming an independent town that included
                                              present-day Fairhaven & present-day Acushnet;

In 1847 the town of New Bedford officially became a city;
Abraham Hathaway Howland was elected the first mayor;
At approximately the same time,
New Bedford began to supplant
Nantucket as the nation's preeminent whaling port,
thanks to its deeper harbor & location on the mainland.
Whaling dominated the economy of the city for much of the century;
Many families of the city were involved
                                         |                      ­         as the officers & crews of ships
KDF & wikipedia
wehttam  Jul 2014
Hard Witting
wehttam Jul 2014
Thee gnome had called
hymm mein flatterer, then
an ape fight for quills, to be
or naught, hidden by a hive
patch of bramble.  Do ordinance
iris search of apart theorhetic sea,
Adeiu mostly, can wearwolves
as sultry be known to chew
rawhide bones teethlesslee.  
Gather by a dared deity
of A Roman's antiquity,
all of course to femine
posterity.  An Aye for Aye,
a sythe to seize do naught
ii and cling.  For better is yet
to OyYea' and I, causes instantly
be and bee.    

cliche toupee'
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
••••••
Inspired by
Krista Delle Femine
~Still the Fool~
••••••
I always find myself here
With little to no explanation
I'm thinking it's because I elicit fear
They avoid my intensity
Every bombastic and overcharged emotion that overflowes from me
I believe they mean to
But they seem to pull themselves through
It's always something I did
Or didn't do
It's so much rejection
I've lost track of the lesson
It's only humility
And wanting from someone
Something they don't have for me
They often pretend
Put up a good front and deny the lie
I have to keep all of me inside
And leave it for everyone else to interpret what one of my issues it could be
Then it falls on me
Only on me
We don't have to wait and see
What I can't be
Even alone I can't be free
Not really
I'm still the fool writing about this
Letting them live rent free in my poetry

©2024
Inspired by
Krista Delle Femine
Still the Fool
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4858445/still-the-fool/
wehttam  Jun 2014
Carl and Jude
wehttam Jun 2014
He sat with Michaelanglo
a stirring butress, a rife old glutton.
Seething, the temple may be doomed.
And Jude, 'rich' as HELL,  
beaming of priesthood.  Cursed him
with mired lucher, saying... 'When do
you think our work will be done?"

The stars that shine about the church
over our heads are beauty,
in the Cistene Chapel are the same
stars that line the apothecary of our souls.
How then do we touch a theist?

With brooms over our feet,
with chicken bones to old to feed
to dogs, with lyes that burn the soul.
Tremulous attrition, and godless neoteny.

All munitions to the decks.  For
Jude, the job is never finished.  
And to a deity, man is completeness.
And the poet says to the unbelieved,
'Why so true?'  
"No one will believe in God,...
     if no one is in this Church."
The Sandbergs, the Blakes, the Jaynes's.
Here we have felt poetry, awakened to poetry,
and loved every minute of the poet.  
What record could democracy create
by Judas?  When does the account of
men try femine reason?
'Ill tell You',.. says Mr. Sandberg,
'Ill tell You!,...that naught one of us can forgive a
great poet.' And Jude, replied,... "Whom then
can I believe?"
Carl Sandberg leaned way back and answered,  
'You can believe the Truth; she is warm
to the touch and cold for the feature of
treason.'  
"Carl why then do we argue in 3rd person?" says
Jude.
Repling again, the Cistene Chapel is open
for marrage, the ceiling is finished because
no one can account for all of the stars, but who
has to pray with us for forgiveness.  
My hands prean lust for wisdom with a
pen, my hands pluck keyboards as do
Aeolian Flutes.  My heart is a broken sorrow
and my life is just a poet.
Carl has answered a question,
Jude has lies to tell, and a man will finish
painting the chapel with the sound of
Liberty bells.

— The End —