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Finn Mcgee and Me part3

MacJock looked uptight

When we said "That's not right,

We're not paying one pence you see" 

Den Finn swung and missed

With his powerful fist

And it landed on the jaw of McGee

MacJock grabbed a bottle

Intending to throttle

The closest poor sod in his way

And this caused a ruckus

McGee was so luckless

It certainly wasn't his day 

But when Macjock hit McGee

He went flying you see

And busted MacJock's new table

Then McGee tossed a chair

Clear through the air

Hoping MacJock to disable

The others ensued 

In this Hullaballoo 

Until, all I could see was the brawl

There were glasses and mugs

Bottles and jugs 

Smashing against every wall

The place was a mess

I sure can attest

When the fightin' came to its end

Not an eye was still blinking

So I started thinking

Dat its tyme to go 'ome un mend

Just one more part will end it

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Back Then (Prime)

       Wood stove
                     One big room
                           Teacher, six grades, love
                                         Chaos, respect, learning, fun
                      Dodge Ball, lunch box, blue crayons, Huckleberry Finn

For Nigel's contest, sigh...way back when...

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Fishing Buy The Pound

Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year

They rented a cabin 
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer

For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission 
To wake up and start at first light

With poles in their hands
They hardly could wait
For a big fish to come up and bit

Day after day
They fished and they fished
but barely got even a nibble

Then on the last day
McGee caught a trout
That apparently wasn't so fickle

Now on the way Home
Finn said to McGee
"You Know what this fish, has cost you...

...A thousand Quid"
"Well Finn, if it did
Then I glad I didn't catch two"

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I'm Huck

I’m Huck, and my last name is Finn. On the great Mississippi I’ve been playing hooky from school ‘cause there ain’t any rule that can keep Huckleberry caged in. I bet that you’ve already read about the fun life that I’ve led, how I got a bad foe that they called Injun Joe and how me and Tom one time played dead! I ain’t nothin’ special, just Huck. In my boyhood forever I’m stuck. Just one kid needs to look at the words in Twain’s book and I’ll stay alive - with any luck! *My character, of course, is Huckleberry Finn, taken from the novel of the same title, written by a very witty humorist, Samuel Clemens, AKA Mark Twain. Written 4/20/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the "Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) ! Free Poetry Contest" of Giorgio A.V.

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X Marks The Spot

Once a year, it's the season, I fear
That lures us three, to the loch
Were we rent a boat, in earnest we hope
To catch all the fish, that they stock

McGee, he was rowing, I told him, "Start Slowing"
For here, looks like a good spot
The anchor cast in, by our big strong friend, Finn
I'm just glad he remembered the knot 

It didn't take long, we were hit by a throng
Seemed like, every dam fish in the lake
We all wore a grin, while we pulled them all in
'Cause we didn't have time to use bait

When the Day was done, so was our fun
As our boat was filled to the brim
I fumbled about, and pull up some stout
As the Sun was now getting dim

As we sat their all drinking, Finn started thinking
I wish we could find our way here
Or mark this grand hole, so we would all know
The place we should fish, come next year

That's when McGee, said "I know the key"
Then produced a piece of white chalk
"I'll mark on the bow, the place we are now
So next year we'll know we ought !

Finn then gave in, as he said with a grin
'It's your Genius, McGee that I fear
But how do you know, as rentals will go
We'll be getting the same boat next year" 

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For this Turk Turku is a 1-horse
city but he has got to have horse
sense. He will not be as happy as a peacock in Turkey.
Hindi, the Turk word for turkey, is how we'll call this turkey.
Hindi, when living in Turkey, was a horse
dealer. Today he's no longer into horse
trading. He quit selling that drug. One morning
when he got up all his belongings were gone
He was shocked & almost started mourning
over this theft like a baby. His gun

gone too. Instead of going bananas
he sat down & thought: "That a lot of my country fellas have a monkey
on their backs is my bad! I won't cry over my pilfered pelf! No more monkey
business! From now on I decide to be a good egg!
I'm starting a new life! Today I cease being a yegg"
The Turk turkey put all his eggs
in one basket & wended his way to Turku!

He got a job in a Turkish bath as a front desk clerk. One noon he met a not
pigheaded porky from Alaska who told him had quit smoking blunt cold turkey
of late & was quite itching to relapse. Hindi didn't want to be a cold turkey
nowadays so he gave him advice on withdrawal. He jotted down some
notes for the porcupine to read & apply & didn't ask, at all, a sum
of money in exchange for the nice advice. The porky thanked him a lot & got
inside the bath. Finn tongue was Greek to Hindi
Whenever he had a chance, took a gander at

the phrasebook to learn Finnish.
At 5 pm he was glad to finish
his shift get the puck
out of that place
go home have duck
soup & plaice.
He wanted to invite the hake for supper. The latter
refused, didn't want to feel like a fish out of water.
Hindi, quite offended, told him off but it was like water
off a duck's back. He didn't want dinner alone, so
he thought who else could come. Bingo! The sow!
And she did. He did indeed bring home the bacon.
The food was very simple to prepare. It was duck
soup. He was cocksure the sow would love duck
soup & plaice. For dessert, a piece of cake
they'd have. Cooking all this was a piece of cake
without doubt. When nosh was ready, the sow
brooded over & said: "Wait a sec. This is so
weird. You invited the hake, a fish, to eat plaice.
You're eating duck & you're a turkey. In place
of eating explain. Are you a cannibal?" "Clam
up & pig out!" he said, not happy as a clam.

"O In a pig's eye I will! You are such a cold fish!
Horsefeathers! Besides, I am no longer hungry!
I've never seen anything like this in Hungary!"

"I eat duck soup and, if I want to, I cook my goose!"

The sow, horrified, at once did for sure vamoose.

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Boreas God of the North Wind

Boreas, God of the North Wind Wind god Boreas…god Of Winter and North Wind Swept down from cold northern mountains of Thrake He blew Cold icy gusts Of breath from bloated cheeks Hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth Howling Sometimes Seen as horse-shaped Purple-winged swift stallion He swept down on mares early spring To sire Horses For King of Troy Mated with Trojan mares Fathered the swift, wind-shaped stallions For him He found King of Athens’ Daughter, Oreithyia In riverside meadow, playing, Dancing Enthralled by her dancing And struck with mad desire He abducted her to the sky To wed Hid her In soft white clouds Their love seeded daughter Khione, beautiful goddess Of Snow Sons, the Boreades, Chased away the Harpies That threatened the King Phineus Of Thrake Athens Celebrated Boreas Festivals Praising him, the god of the cold North Wind © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: Gods of Winds Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Judged: 01/02/2015 Website used for research: _________________________________________________________________ Pronunciations: Boreas (vaw reh aas) Thrack (thrak) Oreithyia (aw ree thee aa) Khione (key own knee) Boreades (vaw reh ad es) Phineus (finn ee us)

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Happy Heat

Happy Heat

I had no Huck Finn
sort of existence except
for summertimes
at the lake.  

Walking the state road,
tar melting like licorice
as I worked it with my shoes.
air shimmered ahead.

Sure I saw puddles, 
I was always fooled.
Upon approaching the enigmatic sizzle, 
it was dry as a bone.

Now I step back into youth’s
mirages where life was glucose,
easily digested, and I never looked
behind except to see how far I’d come.

In my place of distance,
the simple sound of leaves 
in the wind flailing to escape
undulating branches brings me back.

Oh I am happy now
…. Yet…,
forward was limitless.

Today the future is slightly bound.
Pretend puddles puzzle me still. 

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What Might Have Been Grand by Wee Luck Mc Gee

Well, Finn and Mc Gee 
Were riding along
Headed back home
When something looked wrong

So, Finn off his horse
Now looked all around
He said, "We are lost
But, there's something we've found"

"Look at this massive 
Whole in this plain
We'll never get home
This is insane"

"A canyon like this
What an unlucky find
We can't ride around it
We haven't the time"

"And we can't ride down through it
There isn't a way
If even there was
We'd be dead in a day"

So Mc Gee very calmly
with shovel in hand
Said "Well, we'd better get crackin'
And fill it with sand"

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Wormhole Through Time

I try to learn a new word every day, 
but there are so many worms 
in my brain eating gray matter thrice a day 
that no flock of birds could consume them.  

Birds wear napkins to keep their breasts warm 
and to keep orts from falling to the ground 
where they would be eaten by the competition.  
The other bird species would then flourish 
and displace the robins as the most prolific 
	of the song birds.  

The question remains as to whether robins 
	are worth their keep.  
They eat holes in the strawberries 
	out in the garden, 
but also spear an occasional insect 
with a well-timed peck.  

Diverging back to worms, 
it is evident that we could not live 
without earth worms which cultivate the soil 
	under our feet 
and feed the fish as they dangle 
from fishhooks attached to a line.  

The line is attached to a cane pole 
and waved over the pond hopefully 
by a lad with a straw hat and bib overalls, 
no shirt and suntanned shoulders.  
Huck Finn well knows of which I speak.  
He bathes only in the muddy Mississippi 
and listens at night to the foghorns of steamships 
	as they pass. 
Worms were fatter in those days.  
My brain has worms of a different ilk – 
they are more electric.  
Impulses pass without wires from my eyes and ears 
	and other such sense organs
to appointed places inside my skull
which are especially reserved for such intrusions. 
Those electronic worms are more romantic 
than worms on a hard drive.  
They woo me endlessly with desires 
	for things I don't need 
and never would have thought of 
if only I had turned off the television, 
shut down the laptop, 
and thrown that cell phone in the pond 
for fish to view with open-eyed curiosity.

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Surreal Nature

First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon.  Finn,..our golden lab, struggles to get up on his feet this morning, to be let out.  He limps a bit stiffly, then hesitates, reluctant to step out into a chilly dawn.  It's the first time I have noticed how rudely is a gray veil clouding those wise, brown eyes.  Finally, he ventures outside, walking gingerly, under a sky, jaggedly streaked with purple. The morning air is persuading the cold breath of winter soon to follow.   Mourning doves are slowly disappearing, although two familiar stragglers, like old friends, are sitting high upon the shed roof, watching the leaves tumble like golden gems to the earth....and keeping watch, like soldiers, at their post.  And Finn forgets his discomfort, for just one moment, and runs for a closer look.  He jumps, barks, and they fly off into the sunrise. There is an odd feeling in today's somber light, which seems to turn the page of another season.   

a tail thumps the door
as I reach for the leash...
we wait for the sun

For Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings 9/20/13

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Finn, Me and McGee

Me un Finn came  'round

In what did we found

The Pub, wid a very large lock

Aye keep the key where no one cann see

Said our find mate, Erik McJock

So, let us awl in, out spurted  Finn

Cus drinkin' is what were intendin' 

Then  McJock with  wide  eyes

Said out with a cry, "Ow much

You intend apon spendin' "

Well don't look at me

Said Wee luck Mcgee

I've been tapped out fur mo than a week

So I looked awl around and instinctively found

No one wanted teh speak

I said "Dats just fine"

And in lew of badd times

I reached  for my purse at my side,

"Bot it 'ad  large 'ole

Wer der money should go

So,I quess I'll be sayin Goodby"

"I say not so fast"

Came MacJocks voice alas

As he magically conjured da key

I'll bye you one drink, an don't be a Fink

"Cause dat awl you'd be gettin' for free

"You're a Lads lad " said Finn

As he barged 'is way in

Leadin' the mob to the bar

MacJock went 'round and set glasses down

Den Produced a very large jar

We all looked at da jar

Und we awl scratched our 'eads

In wonderin' what it moight be

Bot we was unable, for it hadn't a label

And it certainly was"t white tea

Den MacJock took the vessel

Und stringently wrestled 

Da lid dat was on wicked toight

Und as we grew near, we awl shared da fear

Dat it moightn't be enought for da night

Bot MacJock Was agreeing 

Da whot we were seein'

Was aged in an old crock

One of these be, equal to three

Of da best stuff  'e 'ad in stock

So MacJock poured the first

To quench old Finn's thirst

Then he poured one for me and the fellers 

There in my ear he said it quiet clear

"I keep the best stuff down here in the cellar"

Finn was da first

For betta or worst

To shoot down the shot

'E was eye'n

Den Wee luk McGee

Said "As long as it's free

I don't mind a bit dat I'm try'n "

The other lads, now

Pressed a glass to dier brow

In salute to dier Patron MacJock

Dey den knocked dem awl back

Gave the bar a loud whack 

While findin' it to  'ard teh talk

It went down quite easy

Din made us all queazy 

And as soon as I was able teh speak

I ask Ol' MacJock

What da heck's in dat crock

As I stilt felt the flush in me cheeks

MacJock gave a laugh, in his chair he reeled back

And gave a good slap on his knee

Then turned to pour, each member one more

Which almost knocked over McGee

McGee started off

With a wee nervous cough 

Din stuttered out a few words

"As long as you're  buyin' Dere's no use denyin'

I must let a notch out me gird

We all stood there slapin'

McGees back and laughin'

As we slowly lifted our drinks

I'll make a grand toast

Said I to our 'ost

And  gave old MacJock a wink

I said It is true

No utter wid do

Wot MacJock as dun fur us

So let's us salute 

That big tall gallute 

So din pour us another he must

Every time, dat he poured

There appeared a bit more

Of dat nectar, contained by the jar

Bot we didna take notice

Of the chance of sclerosis

There's no way we were leave'in da bar

MacJock kept on serving

Widout need of conserving

Dere seem to be plenty for awl

And he quickly would pour

Not a glass he'd ignored

When one of us lads made the call
.................................................. to be continued

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Good Old Clean X-Rated Fun

bastard file
a file of the commercial grade of coarseness between coarse and second-cut.

Mary O'Connor
The church going kind
Needed to find a new job
But without some experience 
In most kinds of work
She just stood on the sidewalk and sobbed

Then along came McVey
In his usual way
Heading to open his store
When he saw our poor Mary
Crying away,
As he saw her there crying before

But this time he spoke
And asked "What's the trouble"
Her reply was "I need a position"
He invited her in, and gave he a job
But it came with one firm condition 

Dear Mary you know
About how things go
In a hardware store of this kind
The men are real tough
And live kind of rough
Their speech is not very refined

Oh, Mister McVey, 
I'll be OK
Just give me a chance to show
So, with one eye, he winked
And gave her a nod
Then said "We'll just see how things go"

Well, Her first day went find
When McGee stood in line
Saying he needed a file
As he looked in the case
She asked without haste 
Can I help you, while donning a smile

So he made his request
Now, here came the test
As he stated he needed a Bastard
Her face became red 
As her hands held her head
Embarrassment, something she mastered

She gave him what for
And showed him the door
Then ran to McVey
In the back
McVey asked what's wrong
Then she sung him a song
About how she was under attack

When she, had finished 
Her crying, diminished
McVey place his hand on her arm
Then simply explained
"That's just what It's named"
McGee didn't mean any harm

Oh, How I feel silly
I'm such a dumb filly
I'll get back to work if I may
But McVey gave permission
for a brief intermission
Until she was feeling OK

She went back on the Floor
When Finn
waltzed through the door
And saying he needed a file
In a most pleasant way
She proceeded to say
We have Bastards, Right here in this isle 

Finn closed one eye
As he looked 'round and spied
His lips now formed a small pucker
He took from the bin
As he said with a grin
I tink I'll just take this wee F***er

Sorry Carol---This may explain why I get so many N/A's

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Mailing McGee

While Finn, was on his front lawn
Giving it, a good hosing down
McGee next door stomped out his house
Fist clinched and wearing a frown

He violently opened the lid
To his mail box facing the street
Then slammed the door, just as fast
While making a bitter retreat

It didn't take long at all
For it to happen again and again
And seemed extremely odd
To an ever more curious Finn

So when McGee, emerged once more
And on his way to the street
Finn walked over to meet him
To ask him, while being discreet

"I've noticed McGee, a behavior
I have never witnessed before
Why is it so, you come, then you go
'twixt, your mail box, and your front door"

McGee stopped and turned, while acting concerned
With a complexion that looked rather pale
"It's my computer you see, It talking to me
And telling me, 'I have got mail".

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The Deep South

The deep South has a lot of swamp creatures. The South's got alligators, some frogs, live catfish, bugs (flies, e.g.), and stuff. These here parts have been a part of these Southern United States of America since the Civil War, especially when Abraham Lincoln had freed the African-American ancestors and ended slavery. Going to the deep South is like going to either the Florida Everglades, or a rural Alabama town called Summerdale on a Sunday afternoon. What's so great about the deep South is when he or she is laid back, relaxing for a little while, and drinking a glass of homemade lemonade or sweet iced tea on a hot afternoon. Sometimes, the South maybe a bit boring for some people, but the deep South has many life-changing adventures, especially that of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn" written by Mark Twain. Now, how good is that? Everybody is friendlier in these here Southern parts, that includes the locals who are residing in the deep South. Oh, if only the deep South were to come to the Central time zone. And if there's going to be a party in the deep South sometime soon, it'll be like a Mardi Gras in New Orleans, Louisiana, on a Saturday night during the summer time. Boy, do I love the south. And if the deep South and its rural towns in different Southern states like Alabama, Mississippi, South Carolina, and Georgia were to remain a part of these here United States, that would be great.

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Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

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of Oisin
a translation or
Jamie Mac's imagination ?

Note:James Macpherson author in 1762 of Fingal(Finn mac cool) epic on the 'White Stranger'
of Irish mythology and Giants Causeway legend.

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             UNSUPPORTED CODE 

Pappy had rules and a big leather belt he’d hung beside a cross, o’er the gin, We young ‘uns were giv’n our share of welts, One whoopin’ would end, the next would begin like we was the ones who’d committed a sin. Momma would knit, turn her black eye away, Then she disappeared, fear prickled our skin... I found her brooch, a needle in the hay. Sometimes Momma would cringe as though she felt the heel of his boot when his mood wore thin, Needles would click as a sentence was dealt, But she’d lose count if his fist found a chin, Truth, we needed what her knittin’ brought in. Last week, she hid his belt, just fer a day, He dragged her to the barn with a strange grin... I found her brooch, a needle in the hay. Now, we huddle side by side where she’d knelt those hours he spent at the motor inn, And she’d dread his return, when he would pelt those drunk curses at her long, deceased kin while we’d pray that his head would start to spin. He said she’d left, things was better this way, And life’s a game where the weak never win... I found her brooch, a needle in the hay. Pappy’s gone, there’s a dent in the basin, On a fresh mound out back, we like to play, The strong ain’t so tough with a Mickey Finn... I found her brooch, a needle in the hay.
*Broken grammar rules, spelling mistakes and abbreviations are intentional and for the purpose of characterization. Mickey finn: noun: chloral hydrate in combination with alcohol; usually administered surreptitiously to make the drinker unconscious

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Dog Gone It

Finns dog just died
And a loyal friend was he
I picked two shovels up
And passed one to McGee

It's body in a box
Was carried just by Finn
As we slowly made the walk
Where the funeral would begin

As we made it to the church yard
Father Shamus met us there
As he looked inside the box, he said
"You can't bury THAT in here"

Finn looked so heart brokin'
And McGee began to cry
So I took it on me self to ask
Where might we ,let him lie

Father Shamus said, 
"There are Baptist down the road
I'm not sure of their believes
but, it's OK I've been told

"And Father",  Finn replied
"Do you'd think that they would mind
I'd like to donate thousands
For this gesture, that's so kind

"BEJEEZUS !" Said The Father
"Are you all that bloody thick
Why didn't you first tell me
Your dog was a .......Catholic"  

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Dead Winter

Deadly frigid air flows thru into your skin.
Even though you are covered heavily not thin,
Ailing bones are chilled and ache from within.
Driving your soul to seek warmth, even in sin,

Winter is always brutal no matter when it does begin.
I endure the opacity, much as possible within my den.
Nearer the intensity grows; I know soon spring will win.
Traces of a devil in white, deceiver that brings chagrin,
Evil darkness with blinding whiteness portrays Mickey Finn.
Revelations that you hide will slip up unto pallid skin.

An Acrostic / Monorhyme

written for
Sponsor Sidney ~ LeeAnn 
Contest Name Dead Winter  

written by
Cecil Hickman

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I'll Go First

Every week on Friday
McGee worked late at night
But this time would be different
The work load seem real light

So he left a little early
Punched his card and tipped his hat
Then headed to O'Malley's
For a stiff one and some chat

But a feeling seem to come to him
Perhaps He'd just go home
And surprise his little wife
That's waiting there alone

So he walks down the empty streets
"Till he made it to his door
Takes his shoes off as he enters
As to tip-toe cross the floor

That's when he hears some noise
Cracks the bedroom door to see
His Buddy Finn and his wife
Are making merrily 

Oh, McGee he got so flustered 
But didn't stop their fun
And slowly crept away
To the next room for his gun

He was locked and Loaded
When he kicked right through the door
With the gun at his head, He said,
"I can't take this anymore"

But his wife left the bed
And knelt down on her knees
And begged him not to kill himself
and "Put the gun down,Please"

McGee then looked upon his wife
His expression was quite vexed
Then he told her to "SHUT UP"
Cause she was surly NEXT !

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Can I ever return

Reborn, a Christian fallacy
dreams that have haunted me
left handed, what a shame
someone has to bear the blame

a teddy bear that never speaks
guards the child from attic squeaks
goulish figures of a mothers glow
a fallen angel I never did know

applesauce and mustard bread
free cheese, the government said
mice dined, making it swiss
tasty morsels of sweet bliss

the susquehanna, we dove in
reliving Huckleberry Finn
pirates of pennies, poor as hell
rich in imagination, an everflowing well

milk crated wagons, with skate wheels
coats of reds, and hubbed teals
discarded paint, the color of choice
a smooth ride with a rugged voice

raiding gardens, tomato fights
the guilty exposed, under the lights
pasted innocent faces shook with fear
only to plot again the following year

camping trips in mountains so vast
became tented bedrooms shadows cast
but the stories told, will remain history
because for many of us, that was family

and those were the days...............

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Aquatic Version 2

Zanthalous was one time his name On the shores where his parents dwelt Endings came with the hurricane April storms ravaged his pelt Under stormy seas he was swept Going south even as he slept Until the icy lands Shoals above rock sands This sea's fish he came to accept Alone so long, he finally saw them New Mates. For this, by the bull he was condemned One male attacked him Rushed, and lost a limb Made Zanthalous king in land by sea hemmed And so ends the tale of the Finn-like Sea Lion None else so well follows the path of Orion

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The Old Homeplace

It’s now just an old run down structure 
With broken window panes and all 
With hinges rusting away with time 
And cold air rushing down the hall 
But once it housed our family 
And kept us together back then 
With the fireplace blazing with all its might 
To equalize that howling wind 
And there was mama in the kitchen 
And the aroma still lingers on 
Of bread and rice and sugar syrup 
That was blessed in our home 
And to that old wood cooking stove 
A salute for those loving times 
With all us gathered round for warmth 
With meal prayers that were so sublime 
Yep, that was way back yonder 
But you know I still visit it some days 
Inside my head and smile a lot 
With us children hard at play 
You know to us money was nothing 
We grew what we ate back then 
And hand me down clothes with patches 
We could of been old Huck Finn 
I still remember and chuckle some days 
When an old wooden structure I see 
Cause once or twice or maybe more 
Inside there is where we would be  
It’s now just an old run down structure 
With broken window panes and all 
With hinges rusting away with time 
And cold air rushing down the hall 

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Steam Cleaned

I wrote in honor of my friend and 
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"


Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key

Soon,  there sat all three boys
Then up popped a sudden wee noise
Mike said "Dat'd me phone"
"Yea, bot I  know dat ringtone"
Finn said while knocked off his poise

Then came a very loud sound
with such force, it knocked McGee down
Finn said "You old sods, 
Dats just me I Pod"
Said Mike " Yea, I've heard dem around"

Then suddenly there came a loud boom
"It's your tablet McGee we assume"
"You boys now relax
It's just me old fax"
And that's when the boys cleared the room