A Bloody Tale
a vampire bat in the weeping willow tree
hanging upside down created an impasse
a fat faced full moon highlighted it
its beady eyes focused on my warm neck
in hopes it could get a taste of my sweet blood
I needed to deliver the brown leather satchel
with the Irish curio—a stolen sample
of the Blarney Stone tucked neatly inside
my way blocked by this flying mammal
I needed to distract it
my back pack contained a rare beef dumpling
for a snack while on my way
I pulled it out—some blood dripping from
its cold center
I tossed it to the side of the trail
mr. bat took the bait
I exhaled a sigh of relief and
resumed my trek. As I left
I heard a chirping sound behind me
I turned and saw the bat waving its webbed wing
in gratitude. I had to pass this way homeward
I hoped he would remember me
.
thuh sun shone 'pon
hern pretty
brilliantly
exposing even hern
wanna go there
thuh sun shone 'pon
hern pretty
brilliantly
exposing even hern
text book and
planner
thuh sun shone
oh it shone
too thuh breeze
gently
lift'd her tartan
expose'n her
pettipants
thuh sun shone
oh it shone
cast'n mine duke's
shadow
'pon hern back-pack
bye-bye
Standing here in the sand
Ready with full back pack
I'm facing this vast sea
Unthinkable but with courage
Waiting a boat for a trip
At the other side of this island
For loved visit and fun adventures
On this way i don't know what lies ahead
I only live every second of my life
God is my guide and I love His favor
I lay my life in Him and no reservations
Whatever it takes His goodness my strength
I venture to the death whether gain or lose
I'll go home bringing with me an honor.
First you take the girl
up on the southern Downs -
on a day with light wind
and bright sunshine.
Then you unpack things
from your bulging back pack -
with emphasis on those
Picnic goodies.
Next you ask for help
stretching the fabric out
to fit the sticks inside -
looking in her eyes.
While she holds the tail
you touch her hand with yours
as you tie up the string
ready for the air.
You give her the reel
and offer up the kite
to the heavens where her
presence transports you.
Place your hand over hers
and show her how to let
the string free the kite to fly.
When she turns, kiss her.
It's very simple.
© Griffonner 2024
Have you ever bummed a cigarette
or a razor blade like Gillette
How 'bout stealing a place in line
or someone's coat that fits you fine
And surely you've snatched a sugary snack
sticking out of your friend's back-pack
I've done all these things and even more
~ Someday the Big Guy'll even the score
in a manor of time it will tell
it's been so reconciled
it's hard to tell anymore
not s scull set up on a stump
sold separately no gun
but a tall tale on web buy now black market
but fishes fishes in your suit case and back pack
can't believe your eye
fishes fishes that fall from the sky
it's a wonder and work's why
it's life and power
it's money that disappears
it's the people that hate him
distracted discernment
brought it to an extreme
trust of all bad advice from some
decent i'm sure fine young fella
it's astute I mean absurd
Come on little darlings ,
grab that cart.
We've got shopping to do.
School's about to start.
You've been a pain in my a**
all Summer long.
Now it's back to school
where you belong.
Pick some binders,
pick a back pack.
Grab pens and pencils.
Keep this on track.
My favourite time to shop
Is before Labor Day,
and the only time all Summer
You get to have your way.
So pick your colours,
pick your themes.
Grab that looseleaf paper
by the reams.
It's almost here.
I'm almost free.
September can't come
soon enough for me .
Vibram lugs 2 inches thick
for edge work back when
I was so young
with mountains to climb
the leather uppers
with mink oil spread
in the oven baked
again and again
Mountains I climbed
and dusty trails walked
like friends of old
they still remain
in dark of night
as I do cry
in fear I tremble
and wonder why
dreams of youth
in spring of years
golden sunshine
that could never and
a orange back pack
on aluminum frame
4000 cubes
that so much held
Baseball mitts
and skiing wax
holstered canteens
and hammocks of string
wonder I now
just what it will hold
if the long road
my feet will find
when does come
new dawn breaks
life begins again
and death flees away
a sleeping bag filled
with hollofil II
will it then replace
my King size bed
nightmares were then
a distant unfelt thing
words on the news
unknown to me
if healthy lived
kept active mind
dreams then could grow
keep nightmares at bay
yet dreams now do end
golden sun does set
dark of night will fall
cannot be held at bay
again take up my staff
and the backpack fill
sturdy boots again to wear
and on the road go away
Morning mist over Molly`s,
a late August gold haze.
Crossing hay fields of Danville,
Cabot`s meadows and maze.
A spoon dips the honey,
apple cinnamon rolls,
sippy straws in a back pack,
empty cereal bowls.
Red leaf in the maple,
a yellowing white birch,
chicken pies in the oven,
Thursday night at the church.
A blue ribbon Bessie,
the taste of fried dough,
bloomin` onions in Tunbridge,
4 H best of show.
The holly hocks have risen,
soon the purple mums bloom,
and there`ll be frost on the butternut,
under full harvest moon.
I once made a Halloween costume
For a little boy of four.
And gave him a sack with some string I had,
To go knocking on the doors.
His brother trailed alongside him,
With painting on his face,
He got his shoes a-wetted,
And caught a bad cold, with disgrace.
I made a pink net princess,
She carried a satin sack,
Next year I filed them all away,
In an old and black back pack.
These memories curl around my heart,
Reese’s, and Hersheys and sugar peanuts,
I lie on my couch and sail away,
Drinking Earl Grey from Hyacinth’s tea cups.
On the prettiest bench he could find
Hiding from the death gatherers
In full sight, but blinding them with the red
Plaid shirt, blue jeans, against a leaf flying day.
Autumn. He never thought it would happen in autumn.
September his favorite month. Squirrels were chasing.
Children’s giggles floated into his ears. Sun on his face.
He left the instructions in his back pack, but this was Central Park.
Someone had stolen them and the backpack.
It did not matter. No one would claim the body.
He sat back and smiled, admiring the grim reaper
She came stealthily toward him in a woman’s body.
Walk with me, hand in hand.
Welk up the tears, O my friend!
Wack! Don’t shy away, one day your foes too will commend.
Don’t Balk to share your pain, give yourself a chance to amend.
Bilk the defeat! Rest assured, the surges will wend.
Get back! I want you to be the legend.
Pack your defeat and take on the world with confidence.
Get up! Your sorrows I will pluck, vows your lady luck.
words: walk-welk-wack-balk-bilk-back-pack-luck
1/3/2019
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Get up at 5 and go for walk
Meet some friends n have a talk
Have a coffee went come back
And have a biscuit or a snack
Give the breakfast to everyone
And atlast have an omlette Or a bun
Send the children to the school
And then replace up all the kitchen tools
Wash the clothes n hang them dry
Then cut the onions wth the cry
Make the lunch n get children back
Serve the lunch n children's back pack
Then clean the house n mop the floor
Clean the windows n wipe the door
Prepare the dinner n place the plates
Serve the dinner until its not too late
Make children go to dreams
Time to mobile n put on creams
Now go to sleep n start snoring
And once again get up at morning
Christopher Black: with his big back-pack.
Liam Short; ironically he was.
Aiden Craven: his names almost matched
Simon Pal - and he was a pal!
Stuart Grove; didn't know him much
Matthew Huss; he sat on the opposite side to us
Adam Ponder, who used to wonder,
Terry King, the class-clown
Eddy Wilkinson, the deputy clown
Should all be friends for life...
Meditative Clouds
He lay down on the sandy shore
A back pack pillow ‘neath his head
He stared up at the open sky
to recognize his favorite scenes
The sun concealed by Nimbus clouds
Perchance some rain would fall anon
the thin clouds splashed a bit of light
The sun exploded from its sheath
of Cirrus clouds dispersed to show the
shape Of Stratus that erased the sun
He sensed desire to meditate
As time moved on the shapes had changed
The dark and light of Arcus Clouds
As evening neared the sol would drop
to sink into the ocean floor
Formatted different clouds to see
The Sunset is our diety
© Ralph Sergi August 23 2017
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