Author: Lola Gentry-Dey

My Halloween Contributions

All works copyrighted and previously published by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. Hello from Lola. And Happy Halloween. My kids are excited about trick-or-treat tonight: Candy, candy, candy. While I break from making finishing touches on their costumes, I am posting some of my poems and stories for Halloween. I am the new person here

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Alice’s Hole

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. Inhabited between wild things, wonderful things, Who Am I? No longer a main priority, no longer stapled to a better forever determining worth and future. I Am the problems I’m not letting go of. I Am the energy and struggle to do better in this Magical universe, reincarnate

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I Have Seen The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. Too many people stomping around— fractured herds mucking the rivers, shitting the highways, killing the grass. They think they know when they don’t. They rode lame in a hot race and wept when their HellCat lost. Now they cry from twit-faces in their concrete castles filled with Eisenhower

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When I Came With You (Revisited)

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. It was here one night among white blossoms and junipers that we lay touching while the rest of the world snored in their small beds. We breathed frost words to breezes on branches breathing deeply in the deep woods with no earthly destination hidden behind the pulse of

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Car Hysteria (Seduction Revisited)

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. Earlier today shopkeepers seduced pot-bellied old men with sleek fast brand-new cars that rubbed and kissed their trousers and guaranteed to stop lonesomeness. Erstwhile minds backpedaled on leather seats where stale memories surfaced and breathed new air striking deals in brown cubicles under the breath of fresh coffee.

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Elsie Gee Cartoons

Art by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. I took a “Drawing Cartoons” class when I was a kid because I used to draw them in my school notebooks when I was supposed to be paying attention to my teachers. I was a big daydreamer. Luckily, ADD wasn’t a big social issue then, so I was

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The Blogger Me

Artwork by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. It feels good to blog again about my poems and art. Although I have been blogging since 1996, I feel like a stranger blogging again and reaching out and meeting new bloggers here at WordPress. I pen mostly free verse poetry—poems written in open forms sometimes called “Naked

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Dreaming Fear

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. I dream fear in radical light shape and shadow— our night sun and day moon know the blood sky the bone wind the muscle and flesh rain the earth-weight traps and prisons where our slippery slopes are built too high on circles of madness which I journey to often

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Good Books Are Dreams Come True

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. I journey often to faraway places, many anew, others revisited, spent with treasured friends, rare and unique— life is clever with good friends around us. First-run journeys take me like a child perhaps across rustic bridges, perhaps beyond orchard ways, likely to places to be seen with new

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Dream Angie

Short story by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. I awoke from my nap and remembered I was on a plane home to San Diego. I glanced around the low-lit cabin of thirteen other passengers, most of them asleep and a few with their heads bowed over some reading material. Across the aisle, my mother snored

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A Dreamer’s Shangri-La

Beyond the valley sunsets through a nestled paradise for dreamers beside a crystal lagoon where the deep and green go my laughter embraces the wonders here My heart beats warm where waters flow from a sparkling waterfall I bathe away the devil and drown her in the quick I slumber on the stardust seldom ever

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I Won Artwork

Forgive me for bragging but I was a recent recipient of the beautiful digital painting pictured here, a masterful piece of art by a talented artist at WordPress. See paintdigi. I’m very proud to have won, and excited that I’m allowed to reproduce it into a physical piece of art to hang in my house.

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Walking The Dark Road

My blog is 4 months old and it already feels like a neglected child crying for attention. September has been a busy month here at the Dey residence with the transitioning of my children going back to school and getting them to pay attention to their new schedules. My oldest has been a champ at

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New World Slavery

A woman from a fishing village slaves in a sweatshop, making shirts for retail stores, selling them at low prices to help save shoppers money to spend at McDonalds after the Little League game tonight. She makes barely enough money to pay the rent of her shared one-bedroom apartment in the city where hucksters scramble

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Nightfall (Old Poems Revised)

Night falls swiftly on us— our lives are a flash in the sinking sun, ten thousand years of rebounded vibrations— I call it life but you call it hell. You steer my sight to the setting sun and tell me that it’s evening for us all— the night is silence: no more color, no Hawaiian

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Abstract Boat Art

Let’s talk about manipulating digital images. That’s a real thorn for photography purists who hate even macro photography. But I don’t think there are any of those dinosaurs still around. I think every old photographer alive today has digitized their stock photos and then manipulated the hell out of them in Photoshop or other image-editing

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Tales And Secrets (Before The Tales Begin Revisited)

The old woman hovers near the woodstove and drags a calloused hand across her crinkled forehead as if wiping away smoke and sweat. She pauses, looking; her eyes flash between her fingers and strike my soul. I feel her in my mind, looking, searching, all the while reading the history there. Where have I gone

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Pretty Postcards?

Here are more photographs. Today’s theme is water. I have a deep love and respect for water. I grew up around it, lived on it, and traveled to some of its depths. If ever I were a fictional character, I would be a mermaid with the ability to have legs to walk the shore. Best

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Abstract Art

Light and shadow create form, which makes drawn or painted objects look three-dimensional. Too much of either one in your drawings or paintings flattens and distorts the images. Many early drawings I did were flat and distorted. It was frustrating and caused me to quit drawing. Then an art teacher told me to put a

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Graphite Art

A problem I have with soft-lead graphite pencils is going too dark and making my drawings “muddy.” On the other side of the spectrum, hard-lead graphite pencils don’t go dark enough. Other problems with soft-lead pencils are they lose their points fast and the graphite smudges easily on the paper if I touch it. Still,

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Summer Nocturne (Halcyon Days Revisited)

A gentle breeze caresses trees where children play in savanna gray. Meadows laugh whispered breaths on a beautiful warm summer eve. An inquisitive rain slips from dappled clouds; sunlight bright on its mist that kisses my upturned face: soft caresses like satin dresses making love to my bare skin. I lie in the arms of

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Young Love

—1995— Sun-kissed golden down of woven sunlight on feet so small Sundress yellow shines flaxen halo on cushion grass Body electric sitting in the shade glorious Delighted little girl pounces and kisses lips deeply silkily Earthly heaven scent is a warm sunbeam gleeful A bed beneath sheets of pure love as long as rivers run

Heat

She rode her motorcycle’s heat between her legs from an engine throbbing like constant thunder. The frame and the ride were hot. She shivered like a dangling shoe on the end of a naked foot. She pointed her knees at men she found interesting. The exposure to the frisky wind and throbbing engine were like

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Computers And Masturbation

In conjunction with May being Masturbation Month, I share with you this little known fact about myself. I discovered the computer world when I turned 9 in November of 1989. It was during my birthday that I overheard an uncle talk about his computer and the World Wide Web. Earlier that year, some science guy

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6 Random Favorite Photos, 2 of 2

By now you know I love mountains. They are beautiful to look at and dangerous to be on. Sometimes the best beauty is viewed at from afar.   And sometimes beauty must be seen up close.   Beauty is found indoors.   Sometimes we trek many miles looking for beauty.   Beauty is everywhere, day

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6 Random Favorite Photos, 1 of 2

I love mountains, woods, water … and boating.   One of Alaska’s biggest moneymaking exploits. I’m not a fan, but my family loves it.   Big skies, wilderness and water are perfect getaways.   Photographing nature is looking and seeing.   Big places to live among bigger nature.   Finally, a look at the modern

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Beaches

I could live all my life on beaches. Below are 4 of many favorite beach photographs from my collection. Pebbly beaches and woods are the perfect campsites. Rocky beaches are great places to hear nature singing. Sandy beaches are for lovers and joggers… and people who wish to be alone with their thoughts. Woody lake

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Decorating The Tree

A funny picture of Neon, one of my cousin Candi’s cats. He always had to investigate the Christmas tree and make sure the branches held his weight. And he was particular about which ornaments went on the branches. Whatever didn’t end up on the floor were the ones he liked—at least, that was our conclusion.

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A Glimpse At Danger

The humid air stung his eyes. He hated how the steaminess assaulted his throat and made it hard to breathe. He rarely walked, but Dr. Ford said his body needed the exercise if he wanted to get better. The backside of the park was a good place to begin. No one needed to see him

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My Mom’s Stroke

My mother called from Hawaii one day in October and asked to speak to the doctor in our family. She wasn’t feeling right, she said, and she listed her ailments to my husband over the phone—headache at night while watching TV, blurred vision, dizziness upon standing suddenly, a sore and stiff right shoulder, and tingling

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Coming In Color (Black and White Revisited)

My mind is empty among white blossoms. My lips speak not of this bubble of a heart. An attractive woman notices me anyway and takes me as I am. My habits flow to the sea like American motorists on summer vacation. The neighbors complain about our caravan outside their windows in the early morning rain.

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The Sea On My Honeymoon

The sea on my honeymoon is nearly silent around me. A faint skitter of fiddler crabs on the sand connects to a murmur of the night-wind in the palm trees behind me. My lover tide is making low complaints like the aching earth, caressing and bitter against an expectant land. I keep half-awake the anguished

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America (Macroscopic Death Revisited)

So many American faces are fading like new literature, soft and pale, sinking into the quicksand of poverty. Their government turned their dollars into pennies; One hundred George Washingtons won’t buy a fistfight today, but a hundred Ben Franklins can get you murdered… Franklin kicks Washington’s ass every time. But whose city park does big

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Kisses (Our Kisses Revisited)

Lower your lips to my heart Where our souls touch and flame Where you are ageless in my embrace Protected enough to say you love me Lay with me over moss and leaf Drenched in last night’s rain Their shimmering surf at our thighs Where diamonds and poetry love to weep In this discovery I descend

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Tense Silence (Alone Revisited)

Tense silence in my bedroom but not in my head Heavenly hymns hum from fingers strumming Sweet music from songs in mind Trembling chords of delightful tension certainly make this moment more attractive I find a new discovery and add it to old ones But no one sees the babe I’ve become I have no

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My Love (Goodbye Coming Revisited)

My love’s long blonde hair frames a pretty face A red blouse peaks where no boy ever made mine feel any good My love knows open mouth She speaks fluent oral communication Her lips soft and full taste like silky high life laughs and cries My love knows skin touching Sweet kisses down Claiming me

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Sun Chasers

Chikili and his family poured like ants from the backbone of life Sky fire warmed their naked skin And night’s cool breath sent them seeking shelter and warmth Many moons cycled their journey while Chikili and his family chased the sun The seed arrow led them to a river rich with food— they ate and

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Flares Over The Ocean

  I love how this digital photograph turned out. I never know what my sunset pictures will look like. Most of the time I leave my camera on automatic, then point and shoot. Sometimes I use the flash. And sometimes I use the extra settings, like night and sunny day modes, among others. The mystery

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Ocean Photos 9

Wow! 9 weeks have passed already. Crabs— What would the 4th of July be without a night at the beach, watching fireworks and eating crab around a fire? You know you’re from the seacoast if that’s how you spend the holiday. The crab photo here was taken during a hunt at Key West, Florida. For

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Ocean Photos 5

Here is a common reef fish: The Porkfish— These beauties are distinguished by their bright yellow-gold striped bodies and two vertical bold black diagonal bands on their head. The bands on the head both hide the eyes and serve to disorient predators. Porkfish can often be found in a small group swimming with a larger

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Ocean Photos 4

This week’s photo is, I do believe, from my trip to Australia. The Pacific has gorgeous reefs around the islands. And where there are reefs, there is coral. And where there is coral in the Pacific, there are… Clownfish— The fish in my photo is a single striped clownfish that has caused disagreement between some

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Rightful Heirs

Man’s abstraction is his mad reality— His crazy reality is our despair His ruin-prone proud national heritage befalls us for a wretched dream Ancient fires fuel his greed made savage by marketeers A proprietor evicts a family struggling to make ends meet No compassion He says he needs his money to pay his bills— but

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Removing History

My mom sent to me the following article. I don’t know who its original author is. If you do, please contact me so I can properly credit the article. Before I re-post what she sent, let me tell you that I enjoy reading history, especially history of the USA. It’s no secret that Christianity played

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Down the River Hebrus (Revisited)

I dreamed I sailed alone down the river Hebrus to the island Lesbos where I found sudden love at the center of a liquid mirror that reverberated with the clear perfection of my face—a sweet face with angel grace as done by the master hand of the world’s finest Victorian painter. The morning sun behind

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4 Weeks Alone (Alone Revisited)

Week 1 Alone Silence in my bedroom, but not in my bed Naughty aching, electric steam I lie ready, fingers pressing hot Shivers come to me inside the warm darkness My lips form a perfect O O God O Yes O Yes yes yes yes yes The heightened feeling gets stronger The seconds crash like

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Upon Broken Rocks (Revisited)

Upon broken rocks along the shoreline where the caves of storm nymphs hold scattered remains of every sunken ship, walks Adam’s Lilith—Collier’s too— her body covered by the serpent’s twine— ophidian lover— demon of night and day. They dance surrounded by sweet sirens’ songs that weave their tapestry before a lengthy mirror that looks out

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Big

You’re so big— the internet made you huge We decipher your candy whining at your blog every day— we’re some of your best teased hairfriends at your facebook We know your TV faves movie faves favorite faves and all your playlists You like short shorts, bikini jeans, and certain days wrapped in Jamawar You love

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Cleavage

Let’s talk more about Boobs. Ah, Boobs, those two soft fleshy glandular organs on a woman’s chest that form an eye-catching groove of separation called Cleavage! Yes, Cleavage! Every girl should have Cleavage! Whether you’re looking to make your small breasts appear to have more Cleavage, or you want to make your large breasts provide

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News From the Future

While we eagerly anticipate traveling from New York to Paris in a matter of seconds, work continues on both travel centers. Although the Paris building is near completion, the outer walls of The New York Instant Travel Center are now in place, allowing work to continue on the interior. Crews from more than a dozen

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Working With People

She’s a bit introverted. She’s happiest when she’s by herself, holed-up from the rest of her coworkers and customers at the department store she works at. But sometimes she volunteers to come out of her office cubby and assist her coworkers on the sales floor. Like yesterday. Things began okay. She helped stock shelves with

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Blazing California

Remember the drought, dry grasses and winds? Our wildfire moon was red —everything else was black char, ash-fog, so thick we couldn’t breathe There seemed no escape but death Fire blocked our roads Stay-put-and-find-shelter fireman filled our minds with dread Our very souls grew heavy with smoke If we were to die by fire, we

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Annotations (Journaling Revisited)

She started a journal … a journal of perceptions. She likes the word annotations, but her writings are really just thoughts and observations. Some are superficial because her 9-to-5 job does not allow her time to dig deep. Others—from the “mind well”—are deep … or so she hopes. Poems and stories she has written are

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Watching Foxes

I am watching, alive the foxes watching me after the grass is cut, barking seldom but always watching, watching me, faces sharp, red coal eyes, gold afire on the stubble on the hillock, watching, waiting, bright fur hostile, prowling now for the waning hour shadows creeping, slipping inside wire pens that coop our hens. I

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Macroscopic Death

Faces fading like new literature, soft and pale, sink into the quicksand of poverty. Their government turned their dollars into pennies. One hundred George Washingtons won’t buy a fistfight today. But a hundred Ben Franklins can get you murdered … Franklin kicks Washington’s ass every time. But whose city park does big Ben stand in?

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Devil Music

Dana skipped out on going to the heavy-metal rock concert. Her mother’s church had her believing that the concert would exhort the crowd to rape and murder. Rock and roll music had always been the catalyst of evil; she’d been told this repeatedly over the years by her mother. Even the innocent-looking Beatles of the

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Seduction

Today at market, shopkeepers showcased brand-new cars and seduced nearsighted and potbellied old men with promises to stop their loneliness. The promises were offers of a future spent speeding on swift wheels. And so the old men were kissed by shiny chrome rubbing their trousers, and were spent dreaming of getting laid upon the smooth

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Benefactor

“He’s out there,” my mother said. She rushed from the front window and snatched her cell phone from the dining room table. Her hand trembled while she dialed. She almost dropped the phone twice before she put it to her left ear. “Hello? Police?” Her face contorted into a mask of disappointment. “Sorry,” she said,

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