The bloody stranger stank of rank grass and
Animal grime and strutted unnoticed on
Our threshold on a long, misty night.
Lightning, unaccompanied by rain,
Exposed his grisly image,
Comprehended quickly by the village griot,
A humepenthe with seeing eyes, though blind,
Who could smell danger even from long-dug holes of
Doss-houses from distant caverns.
A common, vile dictator is abroad tonight!
disrespected demons demanded
Des Moines delegates demolish D, a demi-god.
disgusted demoralized downy ducks
demoted demons, discussed by Danny Dod.
Des Moines demonstrators decreed demons delightful
while downing demi-tasse.
D, a demi-god, demoted demure ducks
during democratic demonstration, of Doss.
Located deep in the Muskerry Gaeltacht
The old village of Ballyvourney
Seen from atop Mullaghanish
One better not leave prematurely
Walking through Ballymakeera
I see the Holy Well draw near
Down here in green Ballyvourney
Where Gobnait found nine white deer
I look over the bridge
Gliding to me
Is a gentle black swan
Not an unusual sight
On the River Sullane
The mist drifts above the roadway
At the gates of the graveyard
Old relatives, re-acquainted
Memories no longer jarred
In the fields, on the outskirts of Coolea
The cutting of turf can be seen
Yet as the day moves to nightfall
Hear songs of Poitín
Again, I emerge from the hillside
And turn off at Slivereagh Cross
Then take the path north to Millstreet
Too much time on the doss
Modest finances
We're supposed to travel to the Algarve, stay at a posh hotel, and eat at a restaurant that sells African food
on my birthday
So many medical bills coming, an unhealthy thud in our post-box and the tediousness of re-insuring the car to walk in our car-infested town and the lengths to banks and medical facility makes a car
a must.
Of course, we could go to the Algarve, stay at a doss house, and risk fighting the bedbugs, there have been many French tourists this year.
When the finances are modest, it is not tragic one has to be less craven and do with Coca-Cola. Burgers and hot fries, there is a charm to meeting those who have as little as us, we feel as if we belong
to the masses and buy a left-wing newspaper.
How wrong we are, the hamburger crowd is not
interested in who rules their life, all they want
is a burger, with fries.
Saving seventy-five men
Was truly a noble act;
Doing it without firing
A gun brought a huge impact.
Hacksaw Ridge is a story
Of the medic Desmond Doss;
He had played the greatest role
To prevent the death or loss.
Desmond Doss refused to kill
An antagonist soldier;
Because of his personal
Belief in God, the Father.
Desmond Doss suffered a left
Arm fracture from a bullet;
At one point his body had
Shrapnel's pieces he did get.
For his actions in Japan,
An award he was given;
It was conferred to him for
Saving seventy-five men.
gale to bluster, sleet to bluster, worst whacked are hobos around huts cluster.
nowhere to doss, tempest to toss, yet another sucker punch sweeps across.
with big boot to field, with big stick to wield, arrogative hosts of imperial capital always have big deal to yield,
so august the majestic center, so wretched the lowborn hobos, ouster order seems to get it best addressed,
with wish we roil, for wish we toil, how come repayment of repellence proves us a foil to the soil sordidly steeled?
humanity they tread, hostility they breed, how bleak it is to plead for the creed they've professed!
empty as the firmament is, vast as the earth, no habitat for us o'er the horizon strides caste chasm.
much as we wail, much as public opinion vociferates, the sacrament highest held hails from their behest.
astray our kith and kin adrift our kismet, ashtray accommodates our enthusiasm, echoes with their gleeful spasm.
ouster order, peremptory, outrageous, sledgehammer; its wide-ranging aftermath ne'er to be redressed.
I was asleep when I saw him at my beside.
He gasped the dark air and tried to hide,
I stretched my arms wide but it was in vain:
few feathers amid my fingers was my gain.
A mark I found where no one should see.
I blushed, half in panic and half in pure glee,
Did he missed or did he hit the right target?
Oh, may he attack me again with no regret,
This time I will clasp my hands together
And I will catch more than one feather:
Oh, love, we will craft together a new doss,
I want your victory, I delight with my loss,
But there is a secret I will quickly share:
I captured you with my first morning stare.
Along aisle of twigs, moist brown leaves and stones,
Clustered bellflowers guard as I ramble
Whispered chord echoes from choir of bushes groans,
The rustles, a beckoning preamble
Shady sky-high trees of wrinkled clothed moss
Healthily exhaling thy cool fresh air.
Tongue satiates divine wood spring, I doss.
Finch trembles chanting rosary keys pray'rs.
Built organs from pines tunes mellow reeds
Gentle soothing blows invites butterflies
There flights harmonious lambada speed
Squirrels one fugue pitch share a lullaby
Golden rays peeps through gnarled branches of trees,
Casting apes acrobatic seesaw dance.
Glorious forest homes choral life thee
Who will dare and miss such enthralling chance?
(c) Olive ELoisa
1:03am
June 23, 2014
placed 4th.. :) to God be the glory.. :)
Once there was a good man called Doss, the Boss
scape goat for all, tried even by all idiot asses
no idiot will see him as intellect nor ass
all see some dimension of ignorance
bloody what ignorance could an ignorant see in doss?
There, watch, the clouds part and light shafts blackest night
particles of doss drift through a ray of white.
Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, and never daunted.
I see the bitter blight of man's neglect lay
upon the once fertile field of summer hay.
I see a mighty ocean writhe and foam, die
and n'er a voice is lifted, n'er an angry cry.
I see children put their parents out to die
and parents who accost their children with lies.
Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, never daunted.
Sand of Time
I was on my way to the doss house near the railway station,
it was quarter to eight -had to be in by eight or lose my bed-,
when I saw her in the restaurant talking to her brother, they
shared a bottle of wine. My god, she was as beautiful as ever.
And since it was dark outside I reckoned she didn’t see me,
her brother looked out; perhaps he recognized me because
he bent towards her and whispered something, but before
she could look up I had disappeared into shadows. It was now
ten to eight I ran to the doss house run by The Salvation Army.
I could only have a shower once a week and had been wearing
the same suit for a long time. It was a grey worn suit, but it gave
me a sense that I had some dignity left. However deep a person
falls, he can get up again and in time buy a new suit. This evening
remembering my time of wretchedness, and it struck me I can no
longer remember her face.
the loser is you
the doss of stone left alone
marykate olsen
Pain , Pain, all around I see.
Pain and hopelessness,
in hollow eyes, of the old and sick.
The dregs of society.
Wandering from one Doss to another.
Filled with despair.
Too old, or sick to work.
Though many are intelligent,
well educated, they are rejected.
Thrown on lifes ever growing heap.
For whatever reason,
they gave up their struggle,
and now they huddle,
in a jumble of confusion, disorder and mess.
In their cardboard homes,
Neath the cities domes.
Till the street cleaner moves them on.
With cold jets of water in the early hours.
I wonder how many of them fought for our freedom?
Brains damaged from the fight.
Reduced to this sad plight.
To be re-paid with this uncaring upheaval
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