POETRY

•  Rise Venice Rise – Jim Smith
• Auction – Sherman Pearl
• Just once – Lynne Bronstein

• The Sky – Hillary Kaye
• reflection – D.T. Jenkins

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Rise Venice Rise

By Jim Smith

Venice

A dream so sublime
A fate so unfair

A planned city by the Bay
So unlike the city of the Devils

In 1905, we floated down the canals
Cars – you are not welcome here

We’ll ride the trolley
We’ll pedal the bi-cycle

We’ll have streets for walking
ocean front Walk – no driving

But to the east, they despised our culture
The oil men said it was bad for business

So they faked an election, back in ’25
And there our independence died

Rise Venice Rise

Venice, they filled in your canals, destroyed your pier,
They tore down your buildings, bulldozed your beauty.

They seduced the weak, and targeted the strong
And if you don’t like it, take your protests — down town

Rise Venice Rise

They came like vandals, waving court orders
They destroyed our dreams, and ruled like conquerors

They sent in their black-shirted army
Arrested our poets, our poor, and our dissidents

They built a big jail but even it became too small for them
Now amid the bars are paintings and murals of liberation

Rise Venice Rise

They swamped us with code enforcers and parking inspectors
They sent us their traffic, and kept the receipts

They drove our poor from their homes
and then harassed them because they were homeless

Rise Venice Rise

They prowled Oakwood
Planting their drugs and harvesting their criminals

They even came in the night to steal our statue
named Freedom, from our lonely circle

Rise Venice Rise

Even our pagodas weren’t safe
Destroyed and replaced with plastic

They pulled down our buildings
And made a parking lot of beautiful St. Mark’s

Rise Venice Rise

One morning we will come out of our homes
with picks and shovels and dig out our canals

We’ll come with hammers and saws
and build homes for all of our Venetian family

We’ll come with guitars and drums
and sing a song of peace and freedom

Our dead poets and artists shall guide us
and we will be as relentless as the sea

Venice will rise, Venice will rise

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AUCTION

ITEM 1 – THE MAGNA CARTA
12th Century document, the foundation of Western law, fragile condition.
Only American copy, the last one in private hands.
Hurry, won’t last.

ITEMS 2 through 11 – THE BILL OF RIGHTS
Cherished constitutional amendments.  Guiding principles
of the Republic, tattered but still legible.  Ten in all, sold separately.
Come early to acquire entire set.

ITEM 12 – THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL
Magnificent statue, speech on freedom and reconciliation engraved.
Past president’s glum expression can be modified to taste.
Moveable to preferred site.

ITEM 13 – ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY
Official site of heroes, 200 acres of scenic grounds, prime location.
Headstones, caskets, flowers. flags.  Tomb of the Unknown can be yours.
Naming rights included.

ITEM 14 – U.S. ARMY
Fully equipped, trained, ready for action.  Entire service placed
under command of purchaser.  No restrictions on foreign contracts.
Draft of civilians negotiable.

ITEMS WITHOUT END – THE MOUNTAINS, THE PRAIRIES, THE OCEANS
of God-blessed America.  All rich in resources.  Inestimable value
to the can-do entrepreneur.  Assistance with regulations provided.
NO REFUNDS, NO RETURNS.

–Sherman Pearl

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Just once
For a warm summer morning
To last all year
And to always be
The first hour
When I wake up
When I fling the door open
And the softness of the beach air
Drifts over
Sans fog
Plus roses
Sans cars
Plus hummingbirds
No worry yet.
Just once
For worry
To turn out to be
Nothing to worry about
And a last sigh
Relieved
Before pulling the covers over
And closing my eyes to dream.

–Lynne Bronstein

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The Sky
By hillary kaye

The sky talks back to us
it says blue is still possible among the rubble
blue is still there
blue is still calling out from the sky
saying now
not later but now.

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We ran this poem last month but attributed to the wrong person. It was written by D.T. Jenkins. The Beachhead regrets the error.

reflection

I looked for you, you were not there.
All the birds flew away at sunset. Were you awake then?
Seemed everything got really quiet. I was well aware of the approaching
insanity.
I’ve seen tomorrow, so how to live today?
Pull me down and I will bless you as the saint.
Big men, with big talk have less to say. In fact they said “it’s over.”
But if you scream at the sun, we can hold our position in time. Rip its
hands off, laugh at the day.
We will eat tomorrow and sing the songs
to commemorate what she said.

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