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Fortissimo Fourth
by Christine Tsen
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
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Happy Fourth of July!

Fortissimo Fourth


I was rolled along in a red barrow that year

Bare summer feet and a big bass drum

My father smiling alongside 

Firing up whopping booms with his winks

My mother buzzing about

With her beehive of bufonted beauties Ba Boom!

Beloved vespals vaunting vast wisdom and virtuous wiles Ba Bam!

As I rolled along, of great import Boom Boom Boom!

And to my dream of a shining future Bam!

As a full size bass drummer Bum Bum!

Until we reached the popsicles at the end

And oh I did love popsicles, save only orange

With that disgusting juice swarming around my tongue

I’d be deeply hurt in a very loud way if 

They gave me orange

And then we’d wander back home

Arm in arm, popsicles sticking us together ~~~

Somehow time grew scarce

And that big bass boom






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Reviewed by Jeff Mason
I sigh every time I read your work. Fantastic imagery and wordplay, as you always do so impeccably well. -- Jeff
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
Fantabulous!! :)

Love the creative use of sound, and your images rock. Plus you choser
the perfect way to illustrate the poem.

More! MORE!!

x:)x Phyllis x:)x
Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
Everything you write stirs emotions and personal memories. We were kind of poor growing up so mom made popsicles out of kool-ade in ice cube trays. The real ones were always a treat....even the orange ones. Patrick
Reviewed by Linda Hill
Beautiful imagery and memories. Thank you so much for visiting my pages.

Blessings and love,
Reviewed by Paul Judges
An impressive composition !
Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
Vivid incite . Many celebrate the holidays in various ways....M
Reviewed by Kenny Baez
You always capture your family memories so pictorially, always paint the scene with wonderful colours and extra-sensory perception. I bet you were a psychic kid! :-)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford
Love the photo and the write :-)
Reviewed by Regis Auffray
What a wonderful way of sharing precious memories, Christine. So well done. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,

Reviewed by Axilea MU
The sounds and alliterations let the reader participate with his/her senses. Strong and tasty, sticky and vivid. Memory!...

Reviewed by Jon Willey
a review of celebrations patriotic and family romantic past, orchestrated with verbal charm and grace Christine - late, but my enjoyment is unaltered by time - I wish you peace and love my dear friend - Jon Michael
Reviewed by jude forese
captures a wonderful moment ... vivid images enliven the imagination ...
Reviewed by Kate Burnside
An immensely enjoyable and vivid capture, Christine, and I like how the child's eye view is so wonderfully focussed on the brash sounds and popsicles which flavour and orchestrate every detail of the moment! Reminds me of waking at 0700 on St Patrick's Day in Maddison Avenue in 2010 to the sound of an Irish street parade: the Ba Boom's were even in my bed, I'm sure!! :)) xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner
What a cute iccle lass you were! What went wrong <------ joke!!!!
Such a gift you have with words, and using them at your total command!
Reviewed by Paul Berube
Very nice written, Christine.
Reviewed by John Flanagan
Aren't you the noisy one!
Absolutely appropriate for the occasion,
Christine, and with your usual superior
phrasing and word choice, another delight
for the senses and the spirit

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Love this summer pondering of popsicles and booms.
Delightful in remembering those afternoons of
cool stickies, roller skates on my shoes !

Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by D. Vegas
Christine, welcome back...another winner to add to your many!

Reviewed by JMS Bell
Reviewed by John Domino
Dear Christine,

This poem is a wonderful memory of a time when family was united as one. I love the picture you painted in my mind as I too can recall those special family times.

God Bless You this 4th of July and always,

John Michael
Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
Great nostalgic poem, Christine. Words that give me the feeling of many long past days and years when your world was innocent and sweet and love was walking arm in arm with your father licking a green, or red or grape flavored popsicle.
Reviewed by Felix Perry
Excellant writing Christine, this flashed me back in time to a young lad in a Cadet uniform marching in a parade, the weight of the drum more than the weight of the lad and yea, you guessed it..that lad was I and yes there was nothing better than a popsicle on a hot favorite was root beer. Thanks for taking me back in time.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
This piece carries sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. Very lively ** You covered the season. ~~ DIana
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
Delicious poetry *Christine*
riding that "red barrow",
perhaps even a Radio Flyer...

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Connie Faust is okay if it's a Creamsicle, but not orange twins...ugh!
The big bass drum felt to me like my heart pounding in my chest.
And did you have those very scary Indians in your parade?
This is a cute, memory-invoking poem! I'll bet you were adorable in your red wheel- barrow!

Reviewed by Odin Roark
With the 4th usually bringing an array of inane and cliche reminders, this was indeed refreshing, orange or not.
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks
Just lovely, truely memorable. Popcicles. Good to see your writing again and bringing to us those wonderful memories or yours. Don't stop.
Reviewed by richard cederberg
You capture well, with some colorful wordage, the spirit of those (oh so) impressible days when minds were eager for cool experiences and sugary treats. haha .... yah ... those were the days. Your work, CT, is always a pleasure to take in. Hoping you're well. Warm regards ... richard
Reviewed by Laura Fall
Delightfully written poetry and Happy Fourth Of July Laura
Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
There comes a time when we all miss the past.
We think back
And realize it went by sooooo fast.

I always love how you put your own personal stamp on all your poems

Set your flags at half mast.
Life is a battle
It gives you a time to mourn
while still all around babies are being born.

Peace and love [Is that too 60'ish!!]

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
A wonderful walk down the Fourth of July memory lane.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin
So cute, we are going to take the little girls to fireworks tonight..always, cotton candy or something will sticky them
Happy 4th to you..your poem makes me smile :)
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
I can actually see you as that child, Christine. Big-eyed, adventurous, and exploring life and all it had to offer. Except, of course, for that damned orange popsicle. Ug. A wonderful mother and father and life ahead of you.
Reviewed by Budd Nelson
What a wonderfully worded memory of a childhood celebration.
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
Wonderful childhood memories, Christine....thanks for sharing the fun!

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
What a beautiful vision of your childhood Christine, and actually an echo to many from our era. How I also loved Popsicle's as a child with all their stickiness and face and fingers left red with that delicious juice that dripped everywhere! Like you I was not a fan of the orange ones :)

But what a lovely view for a 4th so obviously celebrated and picturing you as a child being pulled along in your barrow! Ah how I remember those lovely days and the excitement it brought to my wee eyes.

Wonderful Christine, thank you for a lovely walk to the past of joy and treasures of the the day

Love and Light

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