"Something's Up" In America's Big Berg
featuring
Selected Poems from The Alaska Mystery Collection
and The Tree Series
by Paula Marie Rose
As my life seemed to be taken by storm in unexpected and unanticipated ways; a creative flair blew in. Some might see that as an Omen; I took it as a Sign From GOD to let the Tree Series begin.
I have never read many poems, as I don't care much for poetry. Rhymes I did read to my daughters when they were young, as I know that they are a very important tool for teaching someone how to read. I would make up catchy little sayings to keep them entertained, or to lighten a mood. They found them to be delightful, and still remember a few of them.
My Tree Series might not be technically impressive, but I have gathered quite a following of readers. Thanks for your support and comments, and to those of you who shared a coffee date with me, Cheers!
Each poem was written for a reason, and either related to something that had occurred; as in The Shapeshifting Tree below, where I describe an event witnessed by many in an intersection one evening. Jaws were dropping and heads were turning; it wasn't the first time for such a "close encounter," but it was the last night of them. My SAE contact commented soon after about the unique and unexpected way I dealt with that event, and other "car in the crosswalk" tactics; further proof that Big Brother had me sighted in.
I have written (#39 of all my AK Mystery and Tree Series,) and I posted them on Craigslist Personals under the Los Angeles Women for Men section. The date on the actual ad for #38 as listed on their site shows 1969-12--31 as the date. This type of date stamping error has appeared on a few of my other postings, and hopefully such technical errors won't cause any glitches with the US Copyright Office when I fill out the registration form, Right?
And here's my latest, posted on Craiglist.com on May 4, 2008. I'm in the mood for the right man, who says the right things!
Poem # 39
Poem # 38
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Poem # 31
A Shapeshifting Tree
appeared directly next to me. In the crosswalk of a valley mall,
yesterday evening at 5:46, a white vehicle did bump me deliberately.
On the hood of the car my fist pounded with a thump,
the driver noticed that I did not fall, and proceeded to her destination of call.
No apology from her lips, not a sign of concern, or personal
responsibility did she show; others saw the interaction and shook their heads in disbelief.
The careless driver had responded as if I were only a leaf.
Twice more yesterday, as I walked along my way, two other drivers did appear, both were men with their vehicles too near
this pedestrian, it was clear. A strange coincidence one could say,except it happens almost every day; in L.A. or any where I am in the USA.
I am an ordinary Woman from the Land of Ice and Snow;
perhaps it is a mystery to some
about who I am, and what I know?
Others appear to be aware,
of where I go, and what I do wear.
My question is: Why do they care?
Perhaps my knowledge of dark and dirty
secrets they don't want me to share?
As a Woman this I can say, and shall be perfectly clear.
Listen up now, can Everybody hear?
Sometimes I like it passionately sensual, or long and slow,
by a Man I enjoy, like, and know.
I never asked to be "Dicked" by the Entity known as "BO."
Seems to be happening daily in many ways, shapes, and forms; being as I am a Whistle Blower with a big horn.
Who is "BO" you might ask?
Isn't that an acronym for Big Oil, or Black Ops while on a task?
Actually, I'm not certain who it be;
apparently, some annoying yet powerful branch of a big "Tree."
If you have an idea, please do reply to me.
SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful," challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"
Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose
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Poem # 13
Gusty Winds Blew Through the Tree
Moving the Leaves about I see
I can list events and describe people specifically,
Between L.A. and the Florida Keys,
During the Christmas season so very recently
Small but telling, sometimes in stealth or covert ways
The power cut on Christmas night, did produce quite a sight
When the blimp "Fat Albert" flashed its red lights for over an hour
While the Lower Keys waited for more electrical power
I shined my flashlight in the air, signaling back with my own style and flair
The blimp continued the code like flashings, as if my light was not there.
Reminiscent of childhood sleep outs on the deck, shining flashlights in the air to see if stars or planes would signal back.
As someone close to me suggested,
"Maybe the power is off to slow down the drug smugglers, so that they can be arrested."
A keen observer was she, and I pondered that thought
with my hand resting upon my knee
The flip side of that statement occurred to me
What if darkness were the key,
To moving contraband swiftly, and successfully?
An illegal activity that would be, and a connecting link between Cuba and Miami
Without proof to confirm logic or suspicion, one must dismiss the event as a simple technical glitch; there is no information for the FBI to work on, unless they have a snitch.
The "Tree" has not accepted or negotiated to change
My previous offer that I shall leave It be, and then myself be free
To live in Peace and Harmony, with my writings and photography.
So I shall continue writing my story of Alaska's History,
Quite a mystery it appears to be, riddled with corruption and little integrity,
I am recruiting assistance from those of you,
Especially reporters, journalists, or computer wizards
Law and Justice must prevail,
as we round up of some of these Snakes and Lizards.
CIA, Black Ops, or Big Oil?
All of those groups have enough power and money
To continue the hindering of this Whistle Blowing Honey
I want to believe the CIA would not be involved in such activities,
others tell me I am being deceived. To my information requests
they have not replied, perhaps they are only delayed, not denied.
Come one, come all, keep heading my way
It's not so much what people do or say,
Rather what they do not, is sometimes how they give themselves away.
Reply to me today, specify what you know, and what you can say,
Let's get this story rolling through the hay,
It shall become a best seller either way
Published as either True or "Fiction", it will stir the pot and cause much friction.
Glenn Frey sings the lyrics of "Smugglers' Blues"
Those words ring true in many ears, especially those working in Law Enforcement whose attempts to stop it end with defeat.
Together we can sing a different tune, make a difference, turn up the heat.
To my favorite song, we can sing along
"Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress" (The Hollies)
Let's make a date to meet up soon, perhaps on an early January afternoon?
My stats below describe me accurately.
If a blonde, redhead, or brunette is what gets you hot;
then for you, I am not.
SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful", challenges your mind. a.k.a. "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"
Copyright 2007 Paula M. Rose
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Poem # 11
Hello Tree, Do Speak With Me
I met a leaf today you see,
It could have been one from you,
Intelligent, polite, and interesting too.
We chatted away the afternoon, then evening draped
it's chill around us
Both of us knew the score,
give a little, and wait for more.
He finally gave himself away,
as I knew he would before today.
As you instructed, he has done
Do be kind, and bear in mind
punishment for failure is unfair
he did not realize, and would care.
Many of those to whom you preach,
They can learn, and I shall teach.
My offer stands, as I have written before
Please read it again, and waste time no more.
With you directly I wish to speak,
No one lesser, no one weak.
The Tree is a source of power,
I am the Rose, only a flower.
The Promise between you and I shall be a most powerful one
and when given, never undone.
Neutrality is the key, and one to which all the branches shall agree.
No one group will hold my hand,
Beneath the Tree I shall stand,
A neutral and peaceful teacher in a No Man's Land.
copyright 2007 Paula M. Rose
SWF, tall, slender, black hair, blue/green eyes, challenges your mind,
favorite song "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress."
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Poem # 37
and tell Homeland Security to get stuffed.
My stats are below, you might want to know.
Accurate they are; even from afar.
That is my legal name you see;
I am as real as I can be.
Send yours, and a photo with your reply,
whether you are a Spy, or an ordinary guy.
SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful," challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"
Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose
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Poem # 16
A Tree Grew Large in Italy
And its branches spread across the seas
the wood it provided made strong boats and oars.
Men used them to reach the shores, landing in the major cities
seeking new opportunities, to build their businesses and families.
And then paying cash to the keepers of their keys.
Organized Crime was behind
those who had to toe the line,
An important part in a story of mine.
Later this week I wish to meet
with the head of that Tree, a.k.a. "The Family"
From the country of Italy
or perhaps specifically from Sicily?
I saw recently in DC
a few leaves from your Tree
and they did recognize me.
Same as when I was in Las Vegas
Do you remember, back in September, and again in November?
And always a few on any given day, when I was living in L.A.
Thursday night at 7:00 pm on the dot,
have your car and driver meet me in the parking lot.
I expect to be in L.A., my location I don't need to say,
perhaps you know it every day?
I have questions, you have the answers.
On your turf, and as your guest,
for us to be alone is best.
In a restaurant of your choice, we shall speak in the quiet voice.
No known wire will I wear, you may search me everywhere.
I shall wear a black evening gown, well groomed I will be, I wouldn't let you down.
As equals we shall be; one man and one woman each well armed, with only our wits, and our charms. There will be no weapons, or firearms.
If someone else does follow me, you should have the answer as to who it might be. There are many facets to this mystery.
No violence shall mar the night; I only seek to set things right.
SWF, tall, fit, some say "beautiful," challenges your mind. a.k.a. the "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"
Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose
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Poem # 17
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