So about...
WHAT?
...dent yesterday, i al...
I CAN'T HEAR YOU?
...t I'm always here fo....
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
..u can overcome all this an...
I CAN'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING.
...ust have to be a little more open an...
WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN QUIET?
...nd so we can work this through toge...
.....
...gain in no tim...
...you listeni...
...pau...
paul?
PAUL?
PAUL?
Yeah?
.....
are y.....
......AUL
ARE YOU LIstn...
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?
.
.
SCREAMING AT ME WONT HELP.
THE DUNMURRY INCIDENT
There’s a big row going on in Dunmurry
And the whole place has come to a stop
There’s a war going on with the girl who makes cakes
And the bird in the newspaper shop
They both fancy Taxi man Terry
Though Newspaper Nell saw him first
Yet it seems he’s enticed, by Puff pastry Pat
Now poor Nell is fearing the worst
Pat has been seen tempting Terry
With her big baps, and choice of cream cakes
Poor Nell can’t offer those fanciful things
But she’s willing to do what it takes
Then Pat hit Nell with a doughnut
So Nell thought she’d better give chase
She walloped poor Pat, with an old Sunday Life
Then rubbed newsprint all over her face
Pat staggered back to the bakery
And she brought out a large lemon pie
It went over Nell’s head, and into her ears
Some even went into her eye
Nell made a soft muted whimper
From the sting in her eye I suppose
She reached in her pocket, and that’s when aul Pat
Got a triple A, stuck up her nose
Well the cops, they arrived in a hurry
And they pulled the two ladies apart
So peace was restored to the village
And poor Terry, he had to depart
I'm not going to say your like family because you are family my brothers from different mothers
We've had our ups we've had our downs we often act like a pack of clowns
We like a drink we like a sniff and most of us enjoy a good aul spliff
We're here to work and make a few bob although there's a few that like to rob
But once in a while it has to be done sometimes for food sometimes for fun
The time will come for us to leave hopefully to the euros we want to believe
We'll never forget this foreign land hopefully we go with a couple of grand
Friends we are friends we'll be hopefully friends I often see
P-aul does not wangle,
A-s he gets ticket for the show;
U-sing not clever methods,
L-ine he falls into to follow.
W-hen twenty-fifth September comes
A-ll he needs is a nice angle;
N-o room for devious manner,
G-ood Paul doesn't wangle.
Haul back from Winter Fairy land the wondrous Christmas tree
Open up the boxes with bright ornaments and all the trimming.
Hear the kids shout for Santa Claus and Frosty the Snowman oh so merry.
Obedient they are too, like little elves, with visions of toys, their joy brimming
Harness up the horses; get the sled. It’s Jingle bells time for you and me.
Over the snow, the sleigh bells ring. Memories like these will not be dimming.
Written Dec. 14, 2016 for the HO HO HO Contest of Eve Roper
The darkened chambers pierce the veil of sanity,
cold lifeless air surrounds and crushes like a vice,
eerie silence cannot muffle the wailing voices entombed,
death by evil, pure evil, permeates the flesh.
George Aul
09/22/2015
For "Four Lines" contest sponsored by Broken Wings.
Fire on the mountain and smoke in the sky,
red embers floating then settling in dry timber
crackling like crunching bones goes on forever
howling in the distance of lost homes, lost ones
thick charred air choking, clogging breathing
throats singed, black blood emerging
closer and hotter, confusion, no way out
fate deciding its own course
angry nature consumes her evening meal.
George Aul 09/15/2015
Contest judged: 10/02/2015
Trashed #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
p aul, to hear his name reminded one of apostles
a n ordinary man given to extra- ordinary actions
u n dieing in his legacy to children and the needy
l aughter always edged the corners of his eyes
n ewman, what a named revelation, Paul Newman
e nergized by a thirst for the fullest life
w as there ever a more complete man, this legacy
m arried for fifty years to Joan, fathering six children
a nd still one of the best actors the screen has ever seen
n ewman, a man’s man, a woman’s dream and a star.
January 26, 1925 – September 26, 2008
I see rays of sunlight
beaming down from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see a beautiful flower
washed in rain from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see a towering tree
touching a cloud from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see a tumbling waterfall
cascading down from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see the precious children
with innocence from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see an embracing couple
smiling from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see all God's creations
living from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing His love?
I see in the mirror
reflecting back from Heaven above,
I wonder if that's God's way
of showing me His love?
Written by: George Aul
For "Inspirational Poems" contest sponsored by Gail Doyle.
"Lilly-pads and Frogs"....
a little ditty I know -
Karaoke time!!
By: George Aul
For "Lilly-pads & Frogs" contest sponsored by Sidney ~ LeAnn.
Flower flaps all day!!
The life of a hummingbird...
not easy, is it?
By: George Aul
For "Sweet Flowers & Hummingbirds" contest sponsored by Sidney ~ LeAnn.
If love brightens you,
color the world with its gift...
the rainbow within.
For "1-6 Lines of Romance & Love" contest sponsored by Russell Sivey
By: George Aul - 04/10/2012
At the end of a long hard day,
I like to enjoy a refreshing cold one -
a nice frosty......popsicle!
For "Twenty / Twenty" contest sponsored by David Williams.
By: George Aul
Flowing like a summer breeze,
or the slow movement of hips,
a dance of delight for me...
a swaying willow.
By: George Aul
For "Trees Everywhere" contest sponsored by Russell Sivey.
I wear very uncomfortable steel-toed boots all night long,
during the daylight hours, my feet cool in the soft grass at home...
I desperately need to find a nice, seated office job.
For "On Your Feet" contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
Written by: George Aul
P.S. Please be gentle - my first Sijo.
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