Across the lakes
Through frozen flakes
They come in storm,
Whose breath be warm
To change a freeze
Into a tenderness,
To fall and splatter,
With applause
To somehow matter;
Offer cause,
Hard against the clotheslines of
The earth of every yard.
Spilling a releasing warmth
To all frozen tongues and
Flowered root that soon
From canon stalks will shoot
The sky with both barrels
Of new brightness.
Seizing every eye,
As spring is born.
Pages torn, windows flung,
Songs sung and
Sun splashing warm kisses
Onto cheeks that blush
With wishes
For only more.
A day or two of lasting pleasure
Amore’,
This too, a part of
Our forever story.
I will sit outside tomorrow
On a tiled balcony
Have my breakfast,
Scrambled eggs
And caviar,
Portion out a peace
To share with God.
When you’re counting God’s gifts
Do you use just one hand,
Or are both hands not ever enough?
And does life never goad,
Standing there by the road
As your brain whispers “Things are so rough!”
When a head light finds you,
Do you freeze like a deer?
You could use its occasion to run!
New “life” frozen on wall,
Immortality's yours,
Your “points” trophy of narcissist’s gun!
Think you haven’t a choice?
Weren’t you given a voice?
Did you just stay at home and not vote?
Deer can slay hunters too!
Tell me what you will do?
Why not give him both barrels, just quote!
You could poison the roots
Of the buffoon’s beanstalk,
Watch the giant's neck break in the fall.
Or just throw him in jail,
Putin’s boy toy revealed,
A great outcome, endearing to all.
Long Tooth
February 12, 2017
tookie winfeild was a friend of mine
from way on back down the way
back in my river days
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all
ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick
used to see that ole codger strolling on the avenue
with some young honey on his arm
carefree as sin and twice in its debt
yes sir...ole tookie was a friend of mine
back in the day we ran that river
like it was our private playground
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
both barrels for the lookers
and a bottle of shine for the sippers
yes sir back when i was young that river was ours
they found old tookie winfeild up on the river
frozen to death in the dead of night
took to drinking up there by his lonesome
and shouting at the moon
aint no good ever come from no crazy man
least thats what they say
but old tookie was allright
in his own crazy way
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
he was a friend to many a poor boy
down the old river way
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