See her coming down the street,
Her clothes so perfect, her hair so neat,
The makeup on her face is placed so fine,
I think Mrs. Philips is so devine.

I watch her whisk along the way,
Her smile is bright, there's nothing to say,
She opens an umbrella, it begins to rain,
My obsession with her is so insane.

She enters yet another retail store,
The clerk who meets her is such  a bore,
But she, like an angel, brightens up the day,
I love Mrs. Philips, what can I say?

I can't imagine a word she shares,
Isn't full of magic, the devil may care,
Her shoes so shiny, her demeanor kind,
I need Mrs. Philips, or loose my mind.

It is so sad that I'm only eighteen,
While she is wordly, the cosmopolitan scene,
But somewhere in my wildest dream,
Her love will make me feel serene.

So, now she exits the store, you see,
But doesn't look around, or see me,
Yet, I am there across the street,
Mrs. Philips, I hope some day to meet.

But there must be more time for me to grow,
My mind is young, with much to know,
And age is important, between people true,
I hope she'll wait and remain true blue.

In my Times column Thursday, I reviewed a new generation of LED light bulbs. They last 25 times as long as regular bulbs, use maybe one-eighth the electricity, work with dimmers, turn on instantly to full brightness and remain cool to the touch. A big drawback has always been cost, but now, I noted, the prices have fallen.

This column generated a lot of reader e-mail, probably because LED represents change. And change is always scary. Here are some excerpts, with my responses.
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* For LED bulbs, the biggest issue that most consumers will notice is the color. You correctly point out that you can get different colors, and also different shades of white, from warm white, to cool white, to daylight. However, not all white is the same. Two bulbs, both of which measure 2700K (warm white) color may create a completely different impression in the room.

The difference is C.R.I. (Color Rendering Index). Incandescent bulbs have a C.R.I. of 100. Really bad LEDs have a C.R.I. of 50; average ones (most of them) have a C.R.I. of 80 to 85. The really good ones have C.R.I.’s above 90.

C.R.I. is a way of expressing how many colors in the rainbow are actually contained in the white light. Incandescent bulbs contain every color in the rainbow, all in equal measure.

With LED bulbs that have low C.R.I.’s, the color of objects looks wrong, and everything “feels” ghostly. It is not a subtle effect.

Wow. Well, I’d never heard of C.R.I., and it certainly isn’t listed on the package.

I can say only that I’m completely happy with the light color of the Cree bulbs. They look nothing like the weak, diluted light of the compact fluorescents they’re going to replace. I don’t perceive anything ghostly or wrong about them.

But if you’re worried about C.R.I, maybe try out one bulb at home before you replace the whole house’s bulbs.

* Why I don’t have LED bulbs: I have yet to see one that puts out close to the same lumens of an incandescent bulb rated at 75 or 100 watts offered for sale in my area.

Many of you made this point: that the 40- and 60-watt bulbs I reviewed are not bright enough for aging eyes, reading, detail work and so on.

That really is a good point. You can buy 75- and 100-watt-equivalent LED bulbs — online, they’re plentiful — but they’re still expensive ($30 to $45 each).

* At my home, CFLs don’t last half as long as stated on the box, and when CFL electronics flame out, they leave that nasty burnt electronics smell, strongly disliked by my wife. A few friends have reported CFL flame outs that have set things on fire.

Sorry to hear that! However, my column was about LED lights, not compact fluorescent light bulbs. Compact flourescents are basically curlicue tubes filled with gas that lights up. LED bulbs use tiny light-emitting diodes, of the type you have seen in some flashlights and the “flashes” of smartphones.

* Why didn’t you write up the LIFX bulbs on Kickstarter? Are you some kind of paid shill for the light-bulb industry?

Mainly, because I hadn’t heard about LIFX bulbs. Now I have!

Looks like it’s a lot like the Philips Hue kit I reviewed, in that these are LED bulbs you can control from a phone app: brightness, timing and color. The beauty of LIFX, though, is that there’s no router box required. The networking electronics are right in the bulb.

And the LIFX does more, too: changes color in time to the music, for example, or notifies you when you have new e-mail.

These bulbs did super-well on Kickstarter, so they’ve obviously captured the public’s imagination. I’m in touch with the creators, and they’ve promised to send me one to try out when it becomes available!

* You have done what many before have done: Praise LED light bulbs — without touching on the quality of light.

It doesn’t matter whether the light bulb is $200 or 50 cents. If the light is ugly, and it hurts your eyes to read, then why should I buy it?

Compact fluorescent lights have an austere blue tinge. Some give a “warmer” shade of yellow. But the quality of light they produce is atrocious.

I did, in fact, mention the quality of light; in my opinion, it’s wonderful. You can choose “daylight” (whiter) or “warmer” (yellower). With some, like the Philips, you can dial up any color you like: white with a touch of blue or yellow, say.

But I’m not sure why we keep talking about compact fluorescent lights. LED technology is completely different. There is zero relationship between a compact fluorescent light bulb’s light quality and LED’s light quality.

* You neglected an important point: because of heat issues, you’re not supposed to put LED bulbs into enclosed fixtures, like ceiling “cans.”

Actually, I asked Cree specifically about this. The representative says the bulbs are fine in ceiling cans. “The Cree LED bulb can be used in any application that would use an incandescent bulb. As long as there is an opportunity for air to circulate, the bulb is designed to work properly.”

I’m aware that not all bulbs meet this criterion; I’ve seen warnings on 3M and Philips bulbs, for example, not to use them in ceiling cans.

* Is there a potential issue with RF (radio frequency) interference from the circuitry? I know someone who put the LED bulbs in his garage door opener and then had trouble with the remote control.For more information, please visit cree led flashlight

Yes, its the year twenty eighteen and not Nineteen forty-four

but comrades and friends, hear me out for I know not what to do

Do be kind and laugh you not, or raise your eyes or snigger like fools

the problem is, like Duke Philip, Mark Philips, Snowdon and Mike Tindall

I have known a Royal Princess for years and really like her very much



She is so sweet and nice, ever gentle, warm, kind and thoughtful

smart and clever, fun and playful yet regal and charismatic

and it is said, pardon moi, she has the sweetest honey ***, to boot

I know she fancies me too, for her intense eyes and actions tells me so

we talked, we joked, drink and laugh and share little tender touches



She lives in a grand little apartment and drive a lovely old car

well read, witty and engaging, she's fun and very good company

She,s impressively intelligent with a wide grasp of social issues and life

very versatile, she can turn her hand to anything and does things well

above all, she's a people's person, always sensitive to the needs of others



Alas, that was then, for now in months, we no longer see or speak

for I am a coward, right through and thorough and not very bright

You see I am, though no longer said, a commoner born and bred

and to me and my kith and kin, its always has been 'us and them'

And from birth, our tradition states, never the twain shall meet, so there!



For if I show my real feelings to my Princess and be real, nice and warm

I shall, by my lot be accused of being impressed by 'them snotty lot'

If I show I really care and want to be close and spend time with her

my lot will mock me to high heavens and call me a toady brown-noser

They will scream, crawler, fawner, he's just a flunkey and a groveller



Again, if with her I am real and natural as with all I know in my circle

they will say I am an arduous social-climber, being what he's not

And to boot, were I to be true to myself and have who I really want

I will be ******, shunned and labelled, a big 'Gold-digger,' true

Look at him, betraying his roots and all for shinning lucre from them



So being the coward, under-confident, paranoid, insipid under-achiever

traits, you all know and have, inherited from birth along with you all from our class

So what else to do, but drive my kind, real and genuine Princess away from me

I had to behave rude and shabbily to show I had no regard for 'them Royals' ones

I shouted and scorned to indicate I have no respect for any 'regal' whatever



Its all show with us, so I put on a good show and reported back to my lot

oh, I farted in the Princess' face and took the **** as we spoke, hahaha

Oh, I stood over the Princess and shouted and raved in public, hahaha

oh, I ignored her calls and never text or call her back, hahaha hahahaha

Oh, do you know, I shouted and slammed the phone down on her, twice, haha...haha



Wow, did I win bragging rights or what, I did not betray my roots, I tell you

I walk amongst my lot now with pride, and I can see they are all impressed

Some idiot said, hey! isn't the Princess just another human like you

did she treat you like that, are you not intelligent enough to see past labels

Have you ever heard, 'Do unto others as you want them do unto you'



Alone by myself, I feel ashamed, I think about her and wished I'd behaved differently

but what could I do, what's the right and correct thing to do in this situation

I am weak, I always need others, not confident enough to stand up for myself

Though educated, I am not intelligent enough to be self-assured, fair and measured

And all my insecurities means I need others attention, kinship and approvals



I love 'showing off', I think most of us do it to make up for our inferiority complexes

Nothing beats being able to say, I disrespected those toffee-nosed ones

Though my Princess was very down to earth and never haughty, she is still one of them

But I have to be a working class hero or be shunned and given grief by my lot

After all, I am not Royal and made of sterner stuff. we are not born and bred that way

Hahaha.....hahaha....hahaha........yeah, I'm the man! Who's your daddy, people?



Copyright LaurenceA. 14th June, All rights reserved.

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I offer a few quiet
words under my breath. (1)

“I wish you a tongue
scalded by tea.”(2)
“I was born
of the fist. The hot Irish
Temper.”(3) “I am a master of Escape. Show me a body,
I’ll show you an exit ramp.”(4)

(For,) I want everything
to call me night.(5)

This is the dream where I play
God. And the front door opens(6)
In lakes, floating
logs ignite, burn. All the
fury is finally here:(7)

Once wayfaring strangers(8) as tall as steal as the New York Times(9)
that once they sang from our dark street (10), the song goes: Heart.

Ribcage. Envelope.(11)

______

(1) Adam Falkner, Poem for the Lovers at Pickerel Lake, http://friggmagazine.com/issuethirtysix/poetry/falkner/pickerel.htm

(2) Jeanann Verlee, Guilt, Not Grief, http://www.wordriot.org/archives/4780

(3) Jeanann Verlee, The Brawler, http://www.radiuslit.org/2011/04/09/radius-roger-bonair-agard-jeanann-verlee-adam-falkner/

(4) Joanna Hoffman, On Learning to Open My Eyes, http://www.pankmagazine.com/three-poems-37/

(5) Kallie Falandays, If Morning Never Comes, http://www.pankmagazine.com/two-poems-75/

(6) Benjamin Sutton, Notes from the Daydreaming, http://anti-poetry.com/anti/suttonbe/

(7) Jenny Sadre-Orafai, Treasure In Timber, http://www.pankmagazine.com/two-poems-74/

(8) Lauren Yates, The World According to My Heart, http://usedfurniturereview.com/2013/03/20/the-world-according-to-my-heart-by-lauren-yates/

(9) Robert Gibbons, These Mean Streets, http://www.poembeat.com/fall2011/RobertGibbons.html

(10) Michael Lauchlan, Unseen Larks and Immeasurable Intervals, http://www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/march-2013-michael-lauchlan.html

(11) Leigh Philips, Dear New York City, Learn Gentle, http://www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/march-2013-leigh-phillips.html

(*) Jeanann Verlee, Good Girl, http://www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/january-2013-jeanann-verlee.html

hair curled
mascara clumped beyond belief
deep brown eyes practically closing
turquoise polo
horse in the corner
fake crystalline necklace
dark blue knee skirt
***** white tights
too big flats

the cusp of eleven years old
going to her first concert
philip philips
austin mahone
owl city
kissmas bash

dancing
singing
crowded souls

bladder filling up
desperately searching
for relief
wandering aimlessly
alone

relief at last
walking back
pep in her step
alone

hands grip her sides
big hands
looking up
burly bear
stranger

"shush,
little one,"
bear whispers,
"it's alright."

so she does
confusion
spreads through her

eleven years old
exposed
shattered
never the same

big bear
got away
completely okay
while
goldilocks
breaking down
forever

It took years for the physicist
and the meta-physicist
to reluctantly agree.

They took opposing alleys:
One looked into matter
and arrived at its intrinsic energy.
The other looked at energy
and saw matter as incidental analogy;
just a random criss-cross
of cosmic puissance.

They made much ado
in arriving where my good old
three-band radio
catapulted me years ago.

Since my teens;
she had faithfully been
my worthy companion.
With sweet melodies,
thoughtful talks,
rousing commentaries....
she kept me company
through thick and thin.
For a scanty eternity,
she was the only tie with humanity
in my plain, flat life;
lonesome, sickly and solitary.

We knew each other closely;
fondly and dearly
and I would talk to her,
some would say foolishly,
and though strangely,
she always responded readily.

For years sixteen
that Philips machine
was with me
and I saw
into her inherent energy
that underlies every material entity.

#

When she died suddenly
without warning....abruptly,
I knew a friend had gone
but the essence lived on.

We had perfect camaraderie:
She was all intricacy;
body, battery and circuitry,
and the spark that came from me;
ah!!! my art of tuning adeptly.

Though I got newer models and makes,
the heart still beats with a dull ache
for the one who began as mortal matter
and bonded timelessly with my being;
...merged and mingled...
as an undying memory,
in what they call
my imperishable, impregnable spirit.

Tonight,
As Nelson Mandela fights for his life,
Our TV screens are smeared with Prince Philips' ill health.

Tell me true,
Of the two who has done more for world peace
And for his fellow travellers who journey through this life?

Two men,
One rich and royal and stained with bullet powder
And the other poor yet rich with the jewels of integrity.

When the apostrophe disappears
from ones verse or prose
its plain to see
theres mayhem, and everyones brain is  muddled
I cant make sense of what youre saying
and the judge cant tell if the farm is
Joes or Marys or Philips
or quite literally the pigs own

And of course when it appear’s
in the wrong place’s, it get’s up
everyone’s nerve’s or nose’s;
and it cause’s an identity crisis
between its and it’s;
and its’ like ****’
(thi’s mess’ is’)–
please, please, please -
running down to one’s toe’s

It’s obvious to see
that the apostrophe -
that comma that hangs in the air -
is worth mastering
or may you hang in its stead

"Im gonna do it."
We made a pact
And i kept it.

They're more frequent now,
Im afraid
You might not be able to handle it.

I try not to lie,
But sometimes
I can't not.

progression

Philips head
2 tiny screws
Sore thumbs and index
Slice
Water running
Cold and wet
Goosebumps on split skin
Ice down the drain
Swirling red and pride.

I tell you not to care.
I don't.

Everyones a hypocrite:
*don't give up

Rise of the New World Order pt. 2

A long journey in darkness has lead me to being placed…somewhere…standing still under the cover of a hood.
I hear footsteps constantly walking near me but no one is speaking; that’s probably not good.
I would rip this god forsaken hood off if I could,
but my hands remain tied behind my back and will probably remain that way in all likelihood.

I hear water dripping, indicating a possible leak in the roof of whatever building I’m currently being held in against my will.
Or maybe it’s a dead body dripping blood, now there’s a thought that down my spine sends a chill.
I’ve already witnessed these men ****.
Since the removal of our right to bear arms, things have drastically gone downhill.

My family was murdered right in front of my horror filled eyes.
All my heart and soul wanted was to also die,
but I was kept alive for being an idiot,
by openly supporting a President and his ideas that have now driven the country into oblivion.
I was too blinded by his lies to see that they were all insidious,
and was to gullible to see that they should have been taken in a nature that was serious.

My family is dead, there blood is on my hands.
I will avenge them by refusing to live in this new tyrannical land.
Mr. Supreme Leader, as you call yourself now, I am no longer a fan.
I plan on putting a dent into your wicked plans.

Riled up, I’m ready to fight a long, ****** war.
Exiled, I will no longer be to this place and democracy I will once again be restored.
Smile, no longer will I do, because what do I have to smile for?
Wild and untamed my soul wishes to become, more so than it ever has before.

My hood is suddenly removed as my eyes adjust to the bright light of the room I’m standing in.
This is where my new life is about to begin.
I look around and notice I’m standing with about 30 or so other men.
I recognize one as being my neighbor Glenn.
The rest are strangers to me and have a look of terror plastered on their faces.
We all come from different walks of life, from different religions and different races,
yet we are still the same here, terrified of what the future holds for us all.
What exactly that future is sure is a tough call.

Armed military personal surround us on all sides as a highly decorated man approaches us and stands in front of us all.
He licks his lips to moisturize them as I read his name badge, Saul.
I have a feeling nothing good is about to come out of his mouth.
I’m sure just strict orders of what we are able to do here and an end to the Sabbath.

“Welcome to your new home for the rest of your lives gentlemen.
A lot of testosterone will be built up in here with no estrogen
to counter the male hormones building up in this settlement.
I am your leader, Captain Philips, the finest specimen
of human strength and dexterity thanks to my rigorous regimen
that I execute to perfection every single day without a single ounce of gentleness.
This building is your home for the rest of your miserable lives.
A group of females’ live in the building across from here, but don’t get your hopes up because they will never be allowed to become your wives.
You will sleep in this building together.
You will shower in this building together.
You will eat in this building together.
You will keep this building clean together.
You will be responsible for growing your own food and will be provided with seeds to grow your own crops.
Maintaining your lives here will be a daily struggle so you will have no wiggle room to lose your focus and stop
fighting to survive, or you put your entire building at risk of death.
You will have to work so hard you will struggle to catch your breath.
You will be provided with cattle and pigs to use for your food supply.
It’s up to you how you use them, if you keep them alive or decide they have to die.
Outside this building are walls forty feet tall surrounding the two buildings and the land you will use to farm and survive on.
These walls are guarded with heavily armed military personal who are trained to **** from dusk to dawn.
Any attempt to escape will be met with deadly force.
Any attempt to mingle with the females in the other building will be met with deadly force.
Any attempt to step out of line and go against what you are tasked to do will be met with deadly force.
Good luck gentlemen and enjoy the rest of your lives here at Camp Ryan.”

“This is not right,” one man speaks out as he takes a few steps towards the Captain.
I suspect something bad is about to happen.

Military personal immediately run towards and tackle the man as the captain walks up to him and stands over him.
His tenure here is beginning to look very short and grim.

“You will do exactly as instructed and stepping out of line will be met with deadly force.
This type of behavior, anyone, especially myself, simply cannot endorse!
So I’m sorry but a statement needs to be made here that the rules are to be followed and never broken.
It’s against the rules to step out of line and be outspoken.”

The Captain quickly takes out of his gun and shoots the man in the head as he remains pinned on the ground.
He shoots him multiple times emptying 5 rounds.

“Let this be a lesson to the rest of you,
step out of line and you will be treated worse than the ****’s treated the Jews!
Now, I suggest you explore your new home and get to work building your new life here.
Remember to play by the rules because everyone will have more tasks to do to keep on surviving the more that people disappear.”

All the men, myself included, look around at each other with a lost look in our eyes.
I think we all feel that it would be better off if we would all just die.
Gone is our freedom the live the lives we want,
a freedom we took for granted and gave away during a witch hunt
against our right to bear arms.
We gave away our right to protect ourselves
and the government took away our lives.
The government divided us.
The media divided us.
We failed to see the powers in control of things pulling the strings to take away our freedoms and lives.
We failed to see what was really going on when all the staged mass shootings swept across America causing a mass panic and spear heading a revolt against the second amendment.
We fell for the lies and deception of the government.
We foolishly placed our trust in them and gave them the power to **** us over.
Now you see the consequences of what demanding the government to take away your constitution given rights are.
We gave away our rights, they took away our rights,
and now we are nothing more than slaves.
We may look at each other in disbelieve, but we have no one to blame but ourselves for the mess we find ourselves in.
We were baited right in and took a hard-right, right on our chin.

Heed my warning and fight to protect all of your rights granted to you by the constitution
because giving them away is never a solution
and will only lead to a future revolution
against a tyrannical government that’s ****** our souls and taking away our resolve and retribution.

The revolution begins with me for I will not live my life out here under these circumstances.
A revolution begins with someone willing to step out in front and take a chance.

I exit the building I’m being housed in to act like I’m exploring the farm land.
Sneaking up close behind the captain is my plan.
He has a grenade attached to him I want to take
and shove in the mouth of that venomous snake.

The captain is talking right outside the building as I walk out.
This is going to be easy, I have no doubt.
I walk right up behind him on my way to the farm land,
where I stop, and begin to take my stand.
I place my hand quickly on the grenade and hank it off,
holding it tight in my hand as the captain turns around to scoff.

He realizing the grenade is moments away from going off as he turns to run
as I toss it in his direction and stand still to watch the fun.
I notice military personal pointing their weapons at me as the grenade goes off.
Gun fire rips into me as I say my farewell in an epic blastoff.
Just as everything around me goes dark…
I witness the captain explode in pieces from the grenade.
A job well done and the beginning of a revolution to take back our freedoms,
as the others storm out of the building and begin to fight back.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                            The Haunted Electric Toothbrush

This morning at dawn
I was alone
I heard a moan
A mysterious groan
A ceaseless drone
It wasn’t the ‘phone

It was my toothbrush

It had on its own
Turned itself on

My Philips Sonicare ™© and (legal protections in a peach tree) has done me good service for years. This morning it turned itself on atop a glass shelf with other little bottles of this and tubes of that, making an unusual moaning / groaning / droning that took me some time to sort out. It is a great device; when it finally hands in its lunch pail (as Bertie Wooster would say) I will buy another just like it.