Best Stayer Poems
Golden sincere guitar player
Serious musical slayer
True love lightening bolt stayer
Strong diligent brave man
Kiss bare neck hit a new layer
I love more than I plan.
For Rime Coulee Contest
Autumn Ehrhardt
far far away, where it's legal to be gay...
to be committed to a real person of the same sex,
rather than some social inter grated
politically correct.
However, there is a downside too...
this land, that sits at the
edge of the world...
we allow too many strays, these, a drain
on our economic culture, many do not
speak the language,
they expect free lunch...
Foreign imports...oppertunist bunch...
...a drain on the economy,
their culture they expect respect...
the mannerism, the psyche an imported derivative,...
they couldn't make it at home...
and here they prospect
they bring with them their ways, very rude
and impolite not accepted,
they forget they're not at home,
they can leave at anytime...
...take their violence and their crime
too many deceitful minds...
too many foreigners, we're becoming
the foreign underworld...
where the pitty is buy the bucket load...
at least learn the English language
or piss off home...and take your family with you.
...the taxes we are paying...
is stealing from our families...
this land known to too many as an easy touch...
Our country, is now run by "social engineers"
whom are taken in by all sob stories...
from foreign countries every where
while those same countries their crime rate
has gone "belly up"...
we are scooping up all the crap...
all the while our indigenous children
suffer, abused, malnourished, and murdered...
our taxes spent on foreign blood,
rather than looking after our kids and their stuff...
I don't mind international relations,
but to ask our country to carry you and your families asses,
you have over stayed your welcome...
...contribute or get out...
I am many things.
Am
I
the
everything
that i wish to be?
everything
I am,
Is
that
what you see?
the stayer awake
of thirty six hours,
carrier of new borns,
arranger
of
flowers.
And
I
have
super
powers.
I am the fixer of broken,
mender
of
parts.
I
fix
all
the
broken hearts.
I fix all the cuts,
the scrapes,
( The thirty times an hour I attach the capes )
I am the name cried out in the night,
I am the hold that holds you tight.
you are the reason,
my stopper of smoking,
the bright eyes and oxygen,
my
no
longer
choking.
am I all that i could be?
am i the world,
is that what you see?
I
am
everything
you
are
to
me.
when you dive into the sea you're an alien
atmosphere you cannot stay within
the waters surface their o zone layer
a suit to breathe limited time stayer
you cannot adapt and set up settlement
just observe and take in the experience
convoy as a pack and soak up elements
all the while just a full visual sense
to sea creatures you arrive otherworldly
on giant ships they can't comprehend
artificial materials not of the sea
appearing and disappearing no end
maybe smaller fish of trout and cod
consider us creatures of God's
but sharks and whales we're not,
present, absent and then forgot
for we can visit but they can't leave
we pollute the place they breed
or make clean so they can be
fish them up toward heaven believed
appear powerful and able to control
when really nature holds the cards
understanding with knowledge whole
could believe us Gods, when really retards
The street where I live
is where rich people
have holiday haunts,
or investors have airbnb houses to rent.
The little old lovelies are
tarted up with a lick of paint
stuffed full of
period matching furniture
and nick-knacks,
to charm the socks off
the visitors flocking to
the seaside for short stays.
Mid-week outta the holiday season
my little old street is a ghost town.
Only 5 of 34 houses with lights on
at night.
On the week-end its party time,
with parked cars choking the roads.
The kind vacationers tell me
when there's a party on
across the road,
and ask if I mind the noise.
Fortunately, though unfortunately,
I'm deaf in one ear,
and so with curtains drawn
and good-ear down,
it's sweet dreams
and memories
for long-stayer,
party-animal
on the outta,
little old me.