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First shot you're in the stomach. The ultimate invasion sits upon the blind tails of a used clock. The winding roads and cement sidewalk plead from the usual birds of sunrise.
The second shot is your birth, capturing the fake and bold who have never understood why they exist but by the grand arrival of the only one who has no unedited side reason for being there. Earth doesn't stop, and the dead still get buried. Cold, in pain, and cut from comfort.
The third shot is your 1st birthday, the only reason to get ed up. At an offsprings occasion, why not throw gas on a fire? Why not sink into the fun? Chew the fat with those you need not see again. Host to those who can't afford to give but only receive. The last and final shot is when you fall the end happens slowly, the only shot that doesn't become a blur where you can ignore the heart of the empty pit you once return to.
The naked truth, will proffer no ruth..Its light is fit to
Blind you
Should you delve? where, most never do; or dare? its blast
Will outline you.'
So of what I do, either ask me true? And i will not not
Deny you.'
I'll chew the fat, if you're up for that? And lets place mans
Fears behind us.!
MY GOD SAYS dedicated to GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRIES
Talk
say (anything/something)
utter
state
My God declares declare
tells
by His voice narrative natures choice
Pronounce articulate enunciate
Vocalize verbalize
Enounce My God says
o have a conversations
"Last time He spoke"
My God says have a conversation with His spirit
talk
My God says have a talk with Jesus
My God says have a discussion
Converse communicate His will His ways
Make conversation with His sounds
Chew the fat/rag His natures eats
My God said natter have a chinwag
Shoot the breeze MY Creator winds
Give a speech give a talk His righteousness walks
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Is there a place in heaven
Where old deckies muster
A sheltered safe haven away
From any wild storm's bluster
From sail to steam to diesel
United one and all
By the harvesting of the sea
And the handling of the trawl.
Do the different generations
Mingle to chat about the life
United by the fishing and
The razored gutting knife
Do the three day millionaires
In their bell bottomed trews
Their slim Jim ties
Their brothel creeper shoes
Mix with the fishermen
Of all the fishing nations
Is it an easy mix of
Fishing's generations.
Do they observe a silence
When the latest vessel sinks
Welcome new brothers with
Heavenly ambrosiac drinks.
Is their a deckies heaven
For those who paid the cost
For those quiet heroes counted
Amongst fishing's lives lost.
Do they gather in their thousands
To chew the fat about it all
Do they relive their memories
Of the following of the trawl.
Is there a place in heaven
Where old deckies muster
A sheltered safe haven away
From any wild storm's bluster
32 have taken their own lives.
Leaving behind, children, friends and wives
How much longer is this to go on
Devastating families is totally wrong
No person should get to this state
When they could just chat to a mate
Asking for help is not a sign of weakness
It's about sharing your bleakness
Other ways to cope with this mess
Admit that you are in distress
Learn about breathing, and using your senses
This will strengthen your defences
That black dog that sits on your shoulder
Let it know you were a soldier
You are strong and can't be beat
You are not ready for defeat
My ask is that everyone shares
To show all affected somebody cares
This is not a massive ask
Go and see them take a flask
Sit down with a listening ear
Let them know you are here
Have a chat and make a brew
Chew the fat like you use too
Being beside them is really great
The true meaning of a mate
If you do this simple thing
You could stop heavens bar-bell ring
should be solution
to republican pollution
their dissolution
they hesitated
was not premeditated
highly debated
chew the fat
let me pray on that
while I pet my cat
Bishop Michael Curry
"Crazy Christians."
There's a sickness that is spreading
Take cover cause it is heading
Toward you in a sweeping motion
Causing a big huge commotion
Confusing all of human kind
Turning wheels in their mind
Because they have never known
What this new action has shown
It is easy and not hard
So please just let down your guard
And follow what I have to say
It can be done every day
Let a happy smile through
To someone who might be blue
Lend an ear to someone that
Might just want to chew the fat
Extend a hand so someone can
Get back on their feet again
Shoulders are a resting place
For a crying and sad face
It is free to show someone
That you care It can be done
Morning, afternoon and night
Go ahead, turn on the light
To others so it can spark
Someones way out of the dark
We talk, we rap, we connect, we chat
To figure out where our heads are at
We discuss, we explain, criticize, clarify
We ask a few questions: What, where and why
We argue, debate, yell, fight and contest
We scratch and claw for the truth; we give it our best
We chew the fat, shoot the bull and whatever
To while away the time with comments so clever
The one mouth that we have, we surely do use
For our good! But here's what we're missing --
That two ears were we each given
~ To focus on listening
I don't wanna hear it,
you grinning Cheshire cat
Go wipe your dirty feet somewhere else
Spreading your gossip fact
with a web of lies and innuendo
Your eight eyes
love peeping into other people lives
through a cracked window
Weaving your idle chatter with frivolous conversation
Meaningless talk ... deceitful here say doth stalk
Go chew the fat with someone else;
don't try to bend my ear, I don't wanna hear
I'm gonna steer clear
from your obscenely obese comments
But I have a message to deliver to you,
so come near
Rumor has it,
that your loose lips was the culprit ...
caused your neighbor to suffer a massive heart attack
And you kissed her casket dressed in widow black
Keep chewing the fat,
and pretty soon it's gonna be you
lying in the morgue on your back
Now go run and tell that
Do You Like what You Are Seeing
By Franklin Price
7/19/2016
Do you like what you are seeing,
In the world in which we live?
Do you only talk about it
When there's something you could give?
Do you keep up with the slanted news?
Maybe truth with more than more than two
Or surf the net to find someone
Who thinks the same as you?
Is your mind closed as in Washington?
Does your brain think such as that?
Do you chase a goat named Judas
To a place to chew the fat?
If you think that all is wonderful
That the world just works that way
You're contributing to the problems
That are in the world today
The wonders of the Cell Phone
By Franklin Price
6/12/2016
The wonders of the cell phone,
If you can call it that,
Are miraculous and myriad
Not just there to chew the fat.
Can make a call, or text a friend,
Take a picture of a moose,
Play games, pay bills and find your way.
Buy most anything you choose
The side effects are many
On society as a whole
No face to face required
Seems to be the high tech goal
If you're a little curious
And need to see the one you call
Just face time and you'll look at them;
Now doesn't that just solve it all?
Better yet, when you decide
That it is time to go,
Just say goodbye and tap to end
And you can make it so.
Lame excuses not required
Amenities not on the floor
A simple cell phone function
And it's goodbye and out the door
There is one thing that I suggest
Before I end this tout.
Take some time to visit personally
That's what life should be about.
If you'll indulge me, this short poem, based on George Formby's WW2 forces song, was inspired by my son;'s experiences of backpacking in India over the past month. In that time he met ONE other traveler that wanted to just chew the fat, have a chai and watch the world go by with. Every other traveler he tried to engage in a chat or some site seeing (and sight seeing!) was at best indifferent and at worst simply rude.
So for (most) of the backpacking fraternity on the sub-continent...
Bless'em all.
By The Didds.
bless 'em all! bless 'em all,
the boorish, and with minds so small,
gone to India, to travel and learn,
sat in their hostels avoiding sunburn,
never speaking to others at all,
as back to their smartphones they crawl,
There's no conversation, in the Indian nation,
By gap-yearers less than enthralled!
Hang up your hat,
Stay and chat,
Won't you stay awhile,
And chew the fat?
The time flies,
It said good bye,
Remember that day,
When you couldn't stay,
And now it's to late to say,
Come out and play!
About
Now I’m retired, free of bosses
And fools and spinners of bull;
Now I’m retired and free:
“Working”… was being trapped in a
Spinning washing machine
Should I explain, or let you imagine?
Now I’m retired: targets have gone;
Together with days and “time”…
Time is now, today and “about”
And coffee
Now I’m retired I’m a “slouch” in good
Health with cool, friendly, funny friends:
But the friends who still work have that
“after the funeral look” about them
Now I’m retired, I’m inspired, when twice
A month, money falls down from heaven…
A thousand here a thousand there; and no debts
To pay, (except perhaps a shirt or two).
Now I’m retired I have time to eat and write
And Photograph, and chew the fat with you,
My loving, pretty wife: ….. now I’m retired.
What in the World
God greeted me with poems by the galore
So I will write this one and many more
For your to read, praise, love and adore
And share with you others I have in store.
Now it is time to take my poetry test
To determine poem that you like best
Proving my point and not being a pest
Unless other subjects you have to suggest.
If you can't find subject it I will determine
Could a dose of my verbose be a vermin
We know that a tank was called a Sherman
So why all around have you been squirming?
Here is pen and subject I have arrived at
Be ye unruly Republican or dumb Democrat
I myself prefer President who can chew the fat
What in the world do you think about that?
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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