Best Hur Poems
I've been a lot of places in this land,
From sea to shining sea.
There's a place in the hills of Arkansas
That means more than them all to me,
A little wildwood church where people meet
To praise the Lord above.
They don't have a lot of money,
But they're rich in a thing called love
You'll see a friendly smile upon each face
The moment you walk in.
They'll make you feel so loved and right at home,
That you'll want to go back again.
They will pour you out a cup of kindness
And hospitality;
Then they'll take you home and feed you,
And they'll treat you like family.
You're always more than welcome;
There's no lock upon the door.
There's preaching and singing and praising the Lord,
And they know what the altar's for.
Don't look for a grand cathedral,
Standing proud and tall;
It’s a humble little church, beside the road,
At Ben Hur Arkansas.
In 1925 the birth of the King of the Underwood came forth
and some 21 years later, he would grace us with his wisdom
as well as his politics, quotes, manuscripts, short stories and then deliver to us Ben Hur
and Lincoln. His name was Gore Vidal and today he still "is".
I picture him typing on his Underwood in his various villas (of which he had many)
writing his own manuscripts chiefly because he despised, like most writers, interruptions
unless it were as he said, " to have sex or a television appearance, both of which he lauded.
Today Vidal leaves us with, " We are permanently the United States of Amnesia. We learn nothing because we remember nothing."
so you go up to the thick armoured glass
and give up the next hour to questions
which wind around your throat like a
moat
"are you or have you ever been", and your
pants,twin towers of Babel,keep you standing
like the towers that demolished hope
for so many...and the face looks at you
but with no eyes
and his pen drags you along like Ben Hur
and leaves a blood trail in the section titled
"prisoner's comments"...and he tries to trip
you up with the bible or another lie
and it's all OK...until they call your name
Just my mother tryin for
anothur moment of agonised , blisful but
nevurending hapiness, sharin with no one hur
uninterupting joy until my overly large but othurwise
average head appears and the docter says, "anothur
regular ordinary baby, happy new
year I'm sory, what did you say his name was"
08/13/2015
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.
The day was hot as red rose sunny
We gathered eggs from holes like a bunny
Down to the grocer’s store we went
Sold our eggs funds on candies spent
With grandma abed off comes the coat
On goes the sneakers shaped like a boat
Big brother goes racing up to the gate
The youngest trying to be quiet shout wait
Round the corner comes the show truck
Reels of movies in boxes securely tuck
Hercules Ben Hur High Noon Dracula and such
We saw them o’er and o’er he hadn’t much
Big brother hops on the truck going up the hill
The youngest and I ran behind we know the drill
Hopping onto trucks is a skill perfected by boys
We girls had to be content playing with toys
Inside the show house the movie starts
Everyone must hear our throbbing hearts
Written Sept. 8 2012
For Craig's contest: Summer Fun
LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit
Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite
mindful sib bull ling to detach himself from his own plight
and fashion attempt (however feeble)
to complete before this night
a communique (my apologies if thee cognition strikes thee
with dumbfounded hard to comprehend patois),
but perchance a mite
bit of the following - dashed off in a huff - epistle sheds light
on ceasing to ignore yourself (envious
of yar fierce sticktowithiveness) scaling height
of apprehension (more insurmountable than
natural mountain peak, versus taking flight
and shuttering ye out of my humdrum life (orchestrated
with mild sax and violins), yea not mooch to excite
but, this effort pressing fingers
upon select keys eventually generated a byte
size message sent via FIOS fiber optic and mostly airtight.
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Tis with great difficulty birthday cheer proffered, when psyche still stung
by lash of acrimouny, calumny, effrontery, finality rung
humility indelicacy,...zealotry as if spoken with glee from your tongue.
unwise to sustain estrangement caws
each of us imperfect, aye kin attest mine past awash with flaws,
and admit crushing impact felt from others, especially late Zison inlaws
but, now yearly occasion of your birth opportunistic
despite being annexed by anxiety based on uncertain laws
sans human behavior, how ye might respond,
me owning modest kudos buffer as oopahs
to risk brokering a detente (which avoidance
toward thee) undermines cumulative, endearing hur rahs
visited times gone by,
which recent past found me unstoppably gurgling
invariably vibrating uvulas
(yes, ja probably forgot, this bro' born
a mutant Ninja Turtle) xy awes,
prince of downtrodden
the carpenter saved your life
when you were thirsty
faraway consul
made your life a living hell
but you saved his life
the chariot race
you beat your adversary
you could not save him
MOVIE NOTEBOOK
Recent films of note include
FISTFUL OF COMMANDMENTS
With Heston and Eastwood
THE MAGNIFICENT DWARFS AND SNOW WHITE
With Eli Wallach as Grumpy, and
Yul Brynner as Baldy, a kind of white knight
And the British biblical re-make
BIG BEN HUR
That one really caused me to double-take
Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font. A footle fest!
Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her
Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar
Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email
Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source
Borgana Interior
Driver
Dry fur
RN A Cappella
Nursing
Nurse sing
Comic Vowel
Funny
Fun "E"
Blarney Stone
Irish
I wish
Out of Time
Stopwatch
Stopped watch
Head to Toe
Dress you
Dress shoe
Canyon Carnival
Engorge
In gorge
Castle Restoration
Remote
Re-moat
Insomnia
Coffee
Cough fee
Beautiful
Sorry
Sari
2/8/2020
Poetry form: Footle -Just a reminder, a footle is a 2 line, 2 syllable trochaiac monometer poem with an integral title suitable for light, witty, pertinent, topical verse. To make it more fun, I also try to have the second line have a similar sound as the first line.
So there! Now you know.
In '59 the world was fine.
in yellow, childlike summertime.
There was Charlton Heston, being" Ben Hur"
Fidel Castro's ferocious slur.
brand new '59 Ford Galaxies
people on trains going "North by Northwest"
a man wanting to marry a man cause" Some Like it Hot"
and wars were cold.
Killers were crazy, caught and hanged,
and the greatest hairdo was a ponytail and bang.
There was family TV, family meal and family car.
Refrigerators powered big buxom doors,
and the ice cream man cometh
the gasman, milkman and doctor.
Born were Boeing 707's, Barbie Dolls and colorized "Bonanza"
as the 60's danced on the shoulders of this golden era,
all bliss and pink paradise
visions, visions, of cat eye marbles and jacks left to keep
of snow-cones, bicycles, hula hoops
mellowing into a silver decade
no pain, no American tears
pure trust.
Until their blood
splattered on us.
7/6/18
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21'
11/27/2022
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Just a few years back, we pulled out the stops
Had a Halloween party, that by far, was the tops!
The theme was about movies, and the Hollywood scene
The classics or Netflicks, the best of the screen!
We sent invitations, and asked folks to wear
a costume that spoke of a movie to share
We played movie theme songs, and plastered the place
With film memorabilia, and Movie star faces
We set up a snack bar, and the popcorn was brewing
A floor for some dancing, a place for some viewing
My hubby in black, wore a robe, cap, and gown
He wore on his face...'The Graduate's' frown
Our guests in the spirit, came decked out as well...
Indiana, Harry Potter, and Rocky were swell
We had Batman, Jason, Scarlett, as well
Ben Hur rode his chariot,
The crew from the Enterprise....well...they were the merriest!
Godfather came...with Bonnie and Clyde
Dracula, Superman, and Frankenstein's Bride
We had Indiana Jones, and Edward Scissorhands
Nanny Mary Poppins, and the Master took Command!
Hannibal, and Gladiator, Thelma and Louise....
Well, ....our guest list was impressive....and I wouldn't tease!
Sherlock Holmes was a handsome dude...but there was Something About that Mary...???
Who me......... you ask? What did I wear??? Well...of course I came as CARRIE !!
For Skat's contest :
prince Judah Ben-Hur
heart-stopping chariot race. . .
a tale of the Christ
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
As sure as the moon reflects the sun, there comes a critical time during every togetherness when some unforseen obstical challenges the strength and integrity of the tightest commitment, Where the unpredictable winds of fate blows so forceful, that it shakes a weary heart clear from it's axis, inspiring us to wonder, if saving such a relationship truly worth it, and of course, it usually is. It amazes
me how under the fleeting pressure of a pecieved danger most of us
are fast to abandon our brightest dreams or surrender our greatest
hopes without so much as a fight, merely because of some personal weakness, or mabe because we don't understand how the transcendence of struggle builds and fortisfy character, which by the way are the cornerstones to all things great. Conflict in the form of struggle is the yolk that God places upon mankind to test the human spirit, for it is the only way we can prove ourselves capable and worthy of recieving his greater blessings in this life. Now just imagine how much more easier everything would become if we all accepted this and also the simple fact that, life really does fall like the seasons, where the harsh difficulty of winter strengthen and conditions our appreciation for the easier warmth of spring and summertime. After all howelse would you know the sweetness of a peach or strawberry if you had'nt consumed a lemon or two. So the next time life deals you some hard and unexpected blow and you are almost afraid to take another step in the direction of love, remember all thats been said, but more than anythingelse remember, on this golden road called friendships, sometimes true friends stumble, fall and hur themselves as they struggle to hold hand in the common pursuit of a noble thing, but as to say to the world and themselves, no matter the obsticle or
difficulty that this life places before us surely they become twice as easy to navigate with the help of a friend.
Droolin’ Joe Biden has been on a media blitz trying to gaslight you again that he isn’t an addled old fool before a couple books telling of an orchestrated cover-up by the White House and congressional Democrats and the mainstream media are released in a couple days. A book written by the same people in the media who lied and covered up his obvious decline from day one.
Then a few days ago we all heard the released audio of this babbling fool in the Hur interview. He wasn’t fit to run a hot dog stand. Joe spent nearly 550 days of his presidency on personal leave. That’s 40% of his term. We all know he wasn’t running the country, his Chief of Staff and Hunter and Jill along with Obama’s minions had control of the Presidential Autopen.
Now we are told Joe went to the doctor on Friday and was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. This news was deemed so new and important that it was immediately released to the media. This cancer being new is another lie. Why was it so necessary to reveal this news so quickly you might ask.
Well folks, Joe and his carers and all those who held his hand and cut his food and wiped his ar-se for him for four years want your sympathy and not your condemnation. They want you to forget it all ever happened. Watch the complicit media try to do just that. They will try to gaslight you again. Don’t let ‘em!