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Horsing Around

I’m sick of hearing from old Bill that I’m a whimpish sort of bloke,
Because I don’t care for rodeo’s and can’t relate to outback folk,
That I prefer to travel in a car, when I go from A to B,
When I should be riding horses like Billy does you see. 

I’ve never been upon a horse; in fact I’ve never patted one,
But at times I’ve been a victim from the damage that they’ve done,
When they’ve thundered down a racetrack with double-digit odds,
To leave my pockets empty and the good luck with the Gods.

So it was just a whim and foolishness that struck me at a guess,
That could have left me comatosed and in an awful mess,
When in a flush of inspiration of adrenaline attack,
Without a lesson or experience, I climbed upon a horse’s back. 

I threw one foot in the stirrup and threw the other one to straddle
The horse’s back now that I’m on, while sitting in the saddle,
But with the motion of a gallop at a steady rhythmic pace,
I started slipping from the saddle and I quickly lost me place.

In fear I’m grabbing for the mane, but I couldn’t get a grip,
So I threw me hands around its neck, but then began to slip,
And I could see the ground below me was aiming at me head,
So I grabbed its nose to stop it, but it bucked on me instead.

It was futile hanging on now so I made a desperate move to jump,
But instead of reaching safety, me body lurched and I went thump,
For me foot’s caught in the stirrup so I’m bouncing in the fray,
With the horses pounding hooves close to just a foot away.

Now limply hanging upside down from the battering I took,
In me haze of consciousness I saw a crowd had formed to look, 
Then me missus ran to save me when she took off like a rocket,
Over there at K-mart where, she ripped the plug out of the socket.



Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015

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Horsing Around

If I were a horse, what kind would I be?
A raging white stallion so wild and so free,
Leading the herd to new pastures green,
Sinuous, shiny; a sight to be seen! 
Handsome and striking; pawing the air
I’d be the desire of every young mare.

No, not a stallion; a stunning paint war horse
Adorned with bold markings and feathers of course.
Only a brave chief could sit me astride,
Into the battle we’d gallop and ride!
We’d ride at high noon and into the night
Striking fear in the hearts of all who dare fight!

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not of that sort!
I’ve hardly the passion to kick or to snort.
A poor sorrel plough horse is what I would be,
No stranger to rider nor harness; that’s me!
Wearing white socks; the work I’d enjoy.
With a star on my forehead; I’m such a good boy!


Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017




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Just Horsing Around with Limericks

(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horses. Thanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!

Horses Have Ears, Ya Know

“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.

Pony Up

“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”

In Our One Horse Town

We love ostriches. Haven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is queer.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!











For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest








Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Rise Above It

We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement Know very well how to rise above the holy terror We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants. We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
________________________________________________________ June 13, 2016 For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Becca Teagan


Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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Cliche and Catch Phrase Party

Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy

If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?

Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.

Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
 While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery. 
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables. 
 Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
 This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.


Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi | Year Posted 2014

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Grounded Ship

Grounded Ship
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013

The ship had run aground
While the crew was horsing around.
No one could see,
How this could be,
Since the Captain was nowhere around.




Copyright © DrJim Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Corporate Stiffs

From Monday through Friday
We come to work - and work and work…

No fun allowed
No smiles, no jokes
It’s a serious job
Our work that we work…

No horsing around
It’s not allowed…
We are corporate robots 
And we are proud!!!


Copyright © Arthur Zozulya | Year Posted 2016

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JUST HORSING AROUND

sue spread her legs wide when mounting the wild stallion oh your smutty mind! SexyKu Contest Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux 5, 7, 5 CHECKED WITH HOW MANY SYLLABLES 02~19~17


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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For the Last Time

I got this tingling feeling in my cranium
I know I’ve been going through the manias of craziness…
Don’t know how I got in this mess
Don’t give up on me yet – I feel numb
Without you by my side…these hardships will bring forth success…
Sometimes, I regret the word ‘yes’

Because all these tears I cradle
Are making me feel overwhelmed
I remember you and how you were unstable
I’m sorry, but I foolishly delved 
Into not-so-pretty subjects
I didn’t know about the causes and the effects
I beg of you, don’t let me down – I wound up being disappointed to the core
This bittersweet heart is longing for something more
Getting rid of rue, wearing depression’s crown and I’m feeling quite sore
Nothing lasts – I’ve learned…everything breaks down 
What now? What more is there to say? I wear this frown
Listening to music on my leisure time won’t help me to avoid
All topics that lead to you…I feel like a destroyed Android
I’m as worthless as rotten, lifeless bark
I wish I was Noah in his animal-filled ark
I must be madly in love with you all over again
And admitting it is hard honestly…so, how’ve you been?
For the last time, 
I felt like I was in captivity!
Can’t you see I wanna be free?
I’m frustrated because I’m living with scars that won’t heal
You just live life like it’s no big deal…
You spin the wheel of bogus appeal
I’m unemployed and I’m not satisfied as much as it hurts
I’m not one of those experts…I’m just a poet that takes comfort
In this lonely cave
But, I’ll be brave
For the last time,
I felt this pensive paradise within myself
Why do you make me feel like a useless, childish elf?
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test…
The test of correction that I truly detest

I’m righteous and wicked all in one package
Sorry, I’m not perfect, oh Lord Almighty…you know me well, I know
Don’t I feel wicked in this age of war and rage…
Don’t take me lightly, dear, or you’re making a mistake right now

For the last time (a time I feel so sublime),
We were horsing around with each other…
For the last time (it seems for a moment in time),
We’re holding each other close…we are together
In one body, spirit, mind and heart…
We are together in this…I need your kiss…
I am a mixture of white and the abyss…

You make me laugh – eh, nothing new
Because I feel foolish, being with you
You make me wise – you gave me love with no lies
 I’m belittling myself in my eyes, but you never shelter me with goodbyes
You gave me your highs and I gave you my lows and vice versa
I gave my time up for you…because I adore you in doubtless awe
There will be no last time…
Some force separates us...
We shouldn’t be doing this…
We’re on the same bus
Give me a hug and a kiss…
Because I can’t go on, making love with someone I can’t be in love with 
This is the last time I’m gonna think of my blurry, lonesome past
I want this love from above to last…time goes by so fast…too fast…

I’m walking my confident stride
Humility and patience is on my side
Self-control, trust me, I need help on that one
Don’t worry – I’m yours and you’re mine, so don’t worry much
For, you are everything to me – I’m just busy all the time and such


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016

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SenSes

Our eyes amazing used day and night
We use when gazing, but having no sight
Being in constant darkness, relying on a guide
No visual awareness are you indoors or outside

The sound of a beat, the rhythm is it that clear
If you bust an ear drum I ask how would you hear
What one is saying ,take heed how do you manage
Having to lip read ,of course the use of sign language

Smell of desire, a woman’s perfume, I like white musk
One thing I don't like in a room full of damp and dust
Having no sense of smell, appreciating what one sees
All these scents but can't tell only when we too sneeze

Taste buds watering every hour we take for granted
What is sweet and sour, what’s good and really rancid
Food sometimes it's laced with garlic, sugar and spice
If we had no sense of taste, it's knowing bad from nice

That feeling of skin on skin what Is rough and smooth
It invigorates the our senses within and that dose sooth
But no sense of touch what’s then worse than going blind
What would hurt so much if appreciating it only in your mind






WRITTEN JUNE JULY 2012  INSPIERD BY THE FACT YEARS AGO
I HAD SERIOUS OPERATION TO LEFT EYE, 
HAD NO VISION FOR OVER A MONTH DUE TO ACCIDENT
SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME HAVING TO RELIE ON OTHER PEOPLE

 I THINK SOME THINGS PEOPLE DO TAKE FOR GRANTED ALSO MY NOSE
WAS BROKEN AT SAME TIME THAT AFFECTED BOTH MY TASTE AND SMELL
EVERYTHING TASTED THE SAME AND TOUCH I COULD NOT FEEL MY LEGS,

PERHAPS THE SHOCK ALSO YEARS BEFORE I WAS AT THE AGE OF TWELTH THIRTEEN
WHEN SMASHED MY HEAD OF POST HORSING AROUND AND LOST MY HEARING
FOR FEW DAYS DUE TO KNOCKING THE FLUID IN MY HEAD THAT IM TOLD

CONTROLS YOUR BALANCE THE FEELING KIND OF LIKE POKING YOUR EAR DRUM REPEATDLY
NOT NICE ALSO INSPIERD BY OTHER POEM ELEMENTS OF LIFE
Just trying here to give some insight into what it feels like not haveing these senses


THANKS FOR EVERYONES INSPERATIONXX
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Copyright © david scott | Year Posted 2013

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Monkeying and Horsing Around

Absorb what you observe as quite absurd,
have fun with wacky wit that's seldom heard.

       For instance, watch a shrieking monkey
           monkey with a monkey wrench,
               or a horse as it hoarsely horses
                   around with a horseshoe on a bench;

       you'll find that, neighing hoarsely,
           the monkey will horse around the bench
               as noisily as a shrieking shod horse
                   monkeying with a wrench;

       or hear a dog doggedly bark
           at dog-eared books about cats,
               or see some turtles crane their necks
                   like cool giraffes wearing straw hats;

       in time, the dog will learn to meow,
           to stretch its neck, to wear some hats,
               as turtles try to bark and read books
                   about giraffish dogs and cats.

Observe you've just absorbed something absurd,
some wacky words are better read than heard.


Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2006

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More of Trump Haiku

More of Horn Anti-Trump Haiku

What we felt was wrath
Suffered after aftermath
From Trump President.

Is horsing around
Good as playing or fooling
While Trump is ruling.

Needed a sharp knife
To cut through the Trump Traffic
Always tough to do.

Here are my latest.

Another way of releasing feelings
and compensating for a President
who has an inferiority complex.

Dad


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017

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Ends Meet

(I have written this on July 12, 2015 during church teen camp in Wa-Ri-Ki, Washington...I hope you all enjoy my song! Don't forget to leave a comment!):

So many nice friends here that are like family to me... 
Our similarities and fun times are endless
Believe me, they will always remain my cup of coffee...
My love towards them brings me happiness
Horsing around
Feeling rather camp-bound
Looking around
Part of the crowd, but not making a sound

(PRE-CHORUS) Constantly thinking 
Words don't make sense to me
Endlessly sinking
Birds fly in unison, for ends meet and it's meant to be

(CHORUS) Why does life have its moments of lost opportunities?
Why do I feel satisfaction and then the aftermath of miseries? 
Fighting this bewilderment altogether
Friends hang out happily
Trying to drive out the loneliness, so I can feel better
Ends meet and beginnings greet merrily
Ends meet and beginnings greet graciously
Ends meet and beginnings greet cheerily 

Lost in the crowd, but no longer grieving about it
Not thinking aloud, but I'm not throwing my childish fit
Daylight is shining my way...
But I'm still in need of His comfort 
Daylight is beautiful today...
God's an expert at lifting us up above the dirt, 
So I ask Him for release from my yesterday's hurt
Strange things have happened for years
But, thank God the present doesn't bring us to tears

(PRE-CHORUS) Constantly thinking 
Words don't make sense to me
Endlessly sinking
Birds fly in unison, for ends meet and it's meant to be

(CHORUS) Why does life have its moments of lost opportunities?
Why do I feel satisfaction and then the aftermath of miseries? 
Fighting this bewilderment altogether
Friends hang out happily
Trying to drive out the loneliness, so I can feel better
Ends meet and beginnings greet merrily
Ends meet and beginnings greet graciously
Ends meet and beginnings greet cheerily

So many birds flew out of their cage of captivity 
Now, birds fly in unison, for ends meet and it's meant to be
Talking in the background
Dealing with social anxiety that weighs a pound
Hope, I hope, is soon-to-be found
Sitting alone as usual...
"No one will hang out with me..."
Suddenly, God gives me some of His faith fuel
"My Father is generous and full of grace, I see?"

(PRE-CHORUS) Constantly thinking 
Words don't make sense to me
Endlessly sinking
Birds fly in unison, for ends meet and it's meant to be

(CHORUS) Why does life have its moments of lost opportunities?
Why do I feel satisfaction and then the aftermath of miseries? 
Fighting this bewilderment altogether
Friends hang out happily
Trying to drive out the loneliness, so I can feel better
Ends meet and beginnings greet merrily
Ends meet and beginnings greet graciously
Ends meet and beginnings greet cheerily

Strange things have happened for years
But, thank God the present doesn't bring us to tears
Wipe those raindrops away
Welcome a brand new day
I catch a glimpse at birds at flight in unison,
For ends meet and it's meant to be
It's meant to be 
So shut out the commotion of the crowd
Shine like the shimmering sun
Shine like His son...
We are not meant to be scattered, but as one...
I assure you that life has its precious moments...
Some just don't speak aloud


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015

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Senses

Sight, imagine if you had no visual awareness
What’s more detrumental,than constant darkness
But not knowing are you really indoors or outside
If you could not see relying on someone for a guide

Hearing, the rhythm of a beat is it though clear
If you bust an ear drum, I ask how would you hear
What one is saying ,take heed how do you manage
Having to lip read ,of course the use of sign language

Smell, of desire, a woman’s perfume, I like white musk
One thing I don't like in a room full of damp and dust
Having no sense of smell, appreciating what one sees
All these scents but can't tell only when we too sneeze

Taste, buds watering every hour we take for granted
What is sweet and sour, what’s good and really rancid
Food sometimes it's laced with garlic, sugar and spice
If we had no sense of taste, it's knowing bad from nice

Touch, a feeling of skin on skin what's rough and smooth
It invigorates the our senses within and that dose sooth
But no sense of touch what’s then worse than going blind
What would hurt so much if appreciating it in your mind






WRITTEN JUNE JULY 2012  INSPIERD BY THE FACT YEARS AGO
I HAD SERIOUS OPERATION TO LEFT EYE, 
HAD NO VISION FOR OVER A MONTH DUE TO ACCIDENT
SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME HAVING TO RELIE ON OTHER PEOPLE

 I THINK SOME THINGS PEOPLE DO TAKE FOR GRANTED ALSO MY NOSE
WAS BROKEN AT SAME TIME THAT AFFECTED BOTH MY TASTE AND SMELL
EVERYTHING TASTED THE SAME AND TOUCH I COULD NOT FEEL MY LEGS,

PERHAPS THE SHOCK ALSO YEARS BEFORE I WAS AT THE AGE OF TWELTH THIRTEEN
WHEN SMASHED MY HEAD OF POST HORSING AROUND AND LOST MY HEARING
FOR FEW DAYS DUE TO KNOCKING THE FLUID IN MY HEAD THAT IM TOLD

CONTROLS YOUR BALANCE THE FEELING KIND OF LIKE POKING YOUR EAR DRUM REPEATDLY
NOT NICE ALSO INSPIERD BY OTHER POEM ELEMENTS OF LIFE
Just trying here to give some insight into what it feels like not haveing these senses


THANKS FOR EVERYONES INSPERATIONXX
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NOTE TO ALL READERS NEW AND OLD JUST TWEEKED A LITTLE 
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note readded to soup not changed just couple words missplaced in better context 
And put the lines into better context shortetr verse




Copyright © david scott | Year Posted 2014

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Do it over and Do it Correct

You see I am from perfection, in perfect world.....

 I am here to tell you what you don't know...

 what I think you need to know....

 should know...

 Yes, you are my invention..

 Yes you have the choice to choose, only because I am curious, just like you..

 but what fool would say no...being nursed, after a stab to the heart

 For love.?... I am more than your "love" and I don't feel!

 you are weak and dying and feel everything

 I will protect you, but you must allow me to control everything of you

 for your sake, you are your own destruction

 Say yes with everything you have left

 it will be hard, you will cry and want it all to end

 but you are constructed to bare much

 you keep busy to ignore me! I become rage!

 to tune out my voice!

 look around you! LOOK!

 with full force, let me control you!

 you had many chances, opportunities, all gifts from me

 you in your stubborn pride turn them down

 so I punished you, yes I was harsh, but only to get your attention

 now... listen to me very carefully

 and stop horsing around

 your gifts are like lightning on the darkest night

 you want friends and love and people around

 we have been here before and you know the outcome

 focus!

 focus and spend time with me

 I will hurry and help you

 you belong to me alone

 and where we meet you have no voice, I enjoy that

 We meet in SILENCE...in your STILLNESS

 and you enjoyed it too, I know boasted to the others

 you never see my face, its for your own good

 Love, I don't know what it is, but does it matter? Tell me...

 I am what you need, what you wanted all these years has poisoned you

 understood...... no need to answer, it was not a question.

 (c)LadyFiOct282013GD


Copyright © FIONA CHAMBERS | Year Posted 2013

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FAMILY CAT

King of the castle
Proud and arrogant
Prowls at night
Spends days alternating
Stretching and sleeping
Following that perfect
Internal clock for feeding times
Totally content with the dullest routine
Dreading jolly interruptions
Those busy festive family rumblings
So many extra people roundabout
All that crazy horsing around
Cat goes about his business
Staying out of family politics
Pussyfooting through the minefield
As I wisely follow his lead

Submitted for contest PREMIERE No.105 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND on October 16, 2017


Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017

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Horse Feathers

Hey, hunker down in the bone orchard, chick,
Hear the wind blowing hard and the magazine click,
Feel the reins soaking wet with the blood of the dead
And the eyes gleaming fire and the hooves dripping red.

I could count on my fingers, if they were still there,
All the times I connected to wires stripped bare
And believed in the fable of biblical ways,
Of a riderless horse through the holocaust days.

Steam from the nostrils and froth on the spine,
Frost in the morning and death on the line,
Gallop and thunder in weather turned bad,
Mercy inverted and sense driven mad.

So my little pony became Ghengis Khan,
Putting flame to the homestead and burning the barn,
Black titanium dragons, hydraulic and sleek,
Only horsing around, pissing over the weak.


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005

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Next Poem Is Done

Nest Poem Is Done

So should I say people are senile for a while 
Or state of mind being some people's style
That many times in poems may be referred to
From beginning to end and all the way through.

Or if I were to drop by for a while,
Would I find you in a state of denial?
Or have to stand trial for what we denied
Was it Brian Williams who really lied.

Would it be corralled as well as roped in?
So I can determine where poem should begin
While horsing around had much fun;
Can't wait until my next poem is done.

James Thomas Horn

A Sequel to Terry Cooper's Poem.


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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threat

  Threat

THE THREAT HAD COME DOZEN OF TIMES
NOW THEY STOOD BEHIND A DO NOT CROSS LINE
IN THE YEARS
THAT NEVER EXPECTED ANOTHER COLUMBINE
SO MANY SIGNALS,SO MANY SIGNS
PSYCHOLOGISTS PISSED AT NOT SEEING THE SIGNS ON TIME
WISHING IT HAD COME BEFORE THERE EYES AS BY SOMETHING DIVINE
EVERYONE SEEMED SO SHOCKED AND LOST
JOCKS FELT LIKE CRAP
LAUGHTER, WE WERE JUST HORSING AROUND
NOW BODIES LAY ON THE GROUND
PARENTS BRUSHED IT OFF HE'S JUST ACTING OUT
BODIES IN BODY BAGS WHO'S ACTING NOW
WHO? WHAT? WHERE? AND hOW?
THIS WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN
WHY THEY DIDNT BELIEVE EM NO ONE KNOWS
DEMONS RELEASED FROM A CAGE
FILLED WITH ANGER AND RAGE
WAS NEVER ON THE SAME PAGE
CALMN AND COLLECTIVE TO AN UNCONTROLLABLE RAGE
AFTER A WHILE THE BRUISES BECAME COMMONPLACE
THE ANTICIPATION WAS MORE PAINFUL
WHEN THE ACTAUL VIOLENCE CAME HE JUST COVERED HIS FACE
CALL IT TRAGEDY. CALL IT RUTHLESS. CALL IT REVENGE
MISLED YOUTH
CONTEMPLATION FROM SUICIDE TO HOMICIDE
GOT ROOKIE COPS HOLDING THEIR INSIDES
JUST LOOK AT HIS RECORD THEY WOULD SAY
NOW THER MOUTHS WERE LEFT OPEN WIDE
TEARS START ROLLING AS THEY ROLLOUT THE YELLOW TAPE
LAST GOODBYES. LAST FAREWELLS
ESCAPE FROM A LIVING HELL
A LIVING NIGHTMARE
EVEN GOT THE DEVIL FIGHTING BACK TEARS
MANY FUNERALS CAME THAT DAY
THE KILLER RAY. THE VICTIMS GOT MEMORIALS
RAY GOT EDITORIALS
THE REPORTERS CALLED HIM A MONSTER
HIS FAMILY CALLED HIM THEIR CHILD
NO TRIALS.
SO FILE.
WORDS COME FAST FROM THEIR MOUTHS
LIKE AN AUTOMATIC
GOT THEM BREATHING HARD LIKE ASTHMATICS
MORE WORK FOR THE PARAMEDICS
TH THREAT HAD COME
THE THREAT WAS REVEALED
THE THREAT WAS SADLY TRUE
16 DEATHS
16 BULLETS
ROOKIES SWEATING BULLETS
SILENCE NEVER SEEMED SO LOUD


Copyright © Amin Aziz | Year Posted 2005

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American Innocence, Our Children Now and Then

As we know, sometimes we can see the big picture by peeking through a keyhole. And in America today perhaps we can see better the state of innocence among young children by looking at a recent incident in middle America.

A retired grammar school teacher, Thomas Thacker, is surprised at how “worldly” children are these days.  

A couple of weeks ago he was driving behind a school bus full of elementary school students when a little boy, not more than 8, gave Mr. Thacker the middle finger. An exclamation point that has lingered in Mr. Thacker’s mind.

Particularly disturbing to Mr. Thacker was that a boy who should be hearing his mother read Dr. Seuss to him was apparently more aligned with Dr. Ruth, the psychologist who once appeared as a guest on television with opinions that contrast with values many Americans have long held important. 

Mr. Thacker lives in our world but is not always part of it. But he still worries about children and education because both were a large part of his working life.

To make his point, he tells me about an incident in 1977 when he had a quiet little girl in class. She rarely spoke and was always polite. In fact he was shocked when her hand shot up in class one day. He called on her for the first time that year.

“Can I help you, Barbara?"

She responded, "Mr. Thacker, have you ever played pony express?"

He had never heard of it and said, "No, Barbara, how do you play pony express."

“It's like playing post office but with a lot more horsing around,” little Barbara said. 

Giggles among her classmates followed. Mr. Thacker can’t recall what he said if anything.

He was “gobsmacked,” as he puts it, to hear Barbara’s response. This happened in 1977, of course, and comments like Barbara’s were not common back then among children. 

He had studied in England for a time and had come home with the word “gobsmacked” forever added to his already prodigious vocabulary.  

“The word has a nice ring to it," he tells anyone who likes words as much as he does. He hopes to use it playing Scrabble some day.

After class that day, he walked across the hall to Mr. Gerald's room and told him what Barbara had said.

Mr. Gerald's reaction was quick. 

“Thacker, sex is very popular in public these days, even at Barbara’s age. It’s a hot commodity on TV. And children watch a lot of TV. 

"Not likely we’re going back to where America once was with regard to values.

“For a smart man, Thacker, you are incredibly naive."

Mr. Gerald’s closing remark reminded Mr. Thacker of something he had read on the walls of a restroom at the University of Indiana when he was a student there in the middle Sixties.

"God is dead,” the graffiti said, and that statement became popular in much of America, championed by some and denounced by others.

Mr. Thacker didn’t believe God was dead back then and doesn’t believe God is dead now. He is not a religious fanatic. He simply believes.

But he also believes that today innocence among young children in America is on life support. 

And like many adults, parents or not, he has no idea what if anything can be done about it. 

The little boy who gave him the finger from the back of the school bus told him how much America has progressed since little Barbara defined pony express in his class in 1977.

He wonders what Mr. Gerald would say today about the gesture by the boy in the back of the school bus.

God help us is all Mr. Thacker can say. 



Donal Mahoney


Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017