Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
Toxic positivity
A blessing and a curse
Is it a possibility
That I can be sad first?
I cant always fake a smile
But other times I can
sometimes life will stab you though
and ruin all your plans
Living in the moonlight
With darkness all around
Stumbling and falling
With no light to be found
But I wanna soak up the sun
Wanna tell everyone to lighten up
But right now I am vampire
And I don’t give a
Blue Girls
John Crowe Ransom
Styling in your leggings, wildly designed,
Strutting to classes in your modern schools—
While texting. Roll your eyes at those old fools
Who think they're so refined.
Toss back the pink extensions in your hair,
And think no more of SAT's at all.
But plan to meet bff's at the mall
To shop for earrings there.
Make duck-face selfies while guys who watch dream
about your lovely, well-toned flesh so tight.
It will sag some day, bringing no delight—
in spite of firming creams.
You think I don't know beauty, but I do!
I know a woman with a poison tongue
and beady eyes that used to be bright-blue.
She turned heads near and far when she was young
and surely knocked the shine off all of you.
Mongrel Dreams
by Michael R. Burch
for Thomas Raine Crowe
...These nights bring dreams of Cherokee shamans
whose names are bright verbs and impacted dark nouns,
whose memories are indictments of my pallid flesh...
and I hear, as from a great distance,
the cries tortured from their guileless lips, proclaiming
the nature of my mutation.
NOTE: My "mutation" is that my family appears to contain English, Scottish, German and Cherokee blood, meaning that my ancestors were probably at war with each other. Did my English ancestors force my Cherokee ancestors to walk the Trail of Tears? Keywords/Tags: Cherokee, Native American, America, Racism, Discrimination, Blood, Shame, Shaman, Shamans, Flesh, Genes, DNA, Genesis, Mute, Mutation, Night, Dream, Dreams, Vision, Visions, Vision Quest, Visionary
What it is to be free hold my hand free
What language guarantee me the rights
Just to walk just listen of pleasure of these days
For the knowledge of youth for acre land do one know
Important of that written man hand
Sounds that revolt thoughts that consume
What is age if it has not phrase the moment
Just to walk just listen of pleasure of these days
Hawk among a gesture cool as a mountain
This here lake long as well what should free man
Name a gallery
He’s name is
I let Memorandum on the present state of britian
Answer such a question,
Yes e deem!
DOUBLE WAFFLE
Russel Crowe in metal armor clothing needs sequel to GLADIATOR
Schwartzenegger, the all-metal guy, needs sequel to TERMINATOR
Both could be dressed entirely in clothing of metal
And act tough, giving off a lot of hot air to show their mettle,
From time to time letting off steam.
Both these guys could make a good team
In their ultimate sequel movie - RADIATOR.
Brave to fight
A symbol of day and night
The true face of light
A glory of might
with the happiness of sight.
A warrior knight
who commands right
victor at all height
maximus (russell crowe)-gladiator
Down at the bottom of a thousand mile drop
I peer up at you all through the darkness…
Like falling, we are powerless to stop
A Crowe among doves trying to appear righteous.
Painting over obsidian feathers with my brush.
With enough coats, perhaps I can hide me
Thoughts of then, now are voices hushed
So I may better concentrate on who I pretend to be.
The laughs, I can hear them inside my head
From people who will only ever see what is covered.
They remember the hushed words I have said.
This lily paint cannot fade out those words.
Yes. I have given up on her, that girl I’d once set free.
She had flown so gracefully in her freedom
But there is more to live for in this world than me
And out of that knowledge, came this someone…
And no one at the bottom of her pit will ever know
Not like you or them, what lies inside her.
Her smile will shine; she’ll glisten like the snow
That she misses, her sacrifices shrouded in glitter.
And she will appreciate and be happy through their eyes
Because it is them that she breaths for everyday.
But that piece hidden away will be visible to the wise
Glimpses of what her soul feels it may have paid.
MADE UP POEM
MADE UP POEM
Managerial inseparable font new words made up just on the spot
warpped constitutional practices they took JESUS out of school
they pray to the dollar bill and grab as many of them
as they can possibly imagine
they start out slow and then they snowball
they change the history in the history books
they give the children dirty looks
they have an analytical mind
they have no rhyme or rhythum
though they beat upon a drum
they tattoe dreams upon their arms
and sleep in constellations of alarm
they ruin life for all the rest of us
they make it hurt and make it suffer
they indicate and relate the waif
they simulate their lover
they do it undercover of the light
mye soul will be with JESUS
for they murdered all the crowe in me
they fight they kill and they could not pay the bill
what is worth thy soul in all eternity
a new york t shirt and one dollar bill to some
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