Th' Crick is dryin’ Up.
Ah got this Stick, ah call a Tree, stuck in th' mud:
Decorated it with dental floss, well za could
‘Cause there’s so much of the stuff in the dead weeds out back
An’ th’ Tree pret’ near always stays stuck there, ‘cept for when a strong wind blows up.
That little mud tea trickle that remains a’ the Crick, ah call ‘Trump Soup’.
Categories:
dryin, earth, earth day, environment,
Form: Light Verse
Let's go.....
I'm on a rough route to a righteous destination,
Tormented by the obstacles, blockin' my path
So I'm embracin',
All my miscreant guilt, blended up with my sorrows,
So I follow,
what lives in my heart
but I step wisely because somethings in life
are definitely hard to swallow,
and my motto's,
"knuckle up & search for the prize",
I see the world with clear vision
but evil sights are hurtin' my eyes,
What's the remedy for this Black Rain?,
Will success make my grey sky blue?
Is my pain ordained?,
I'm blessed with the breath o' life
so I communicate with my Savior,
I thank him for everything he gave us,
and God made us,
In his own image,
and the Holy Bible's the best book to read
but somedays
I still grimace through my scrimmage,
And somedays, I'm still drip dryin'
in the devils thunder,
and those days filled with blunder,
make me hesitate & wonder,
do I have what it takes
to keep me from goin' under?,
They say we're treadin' in the last days
I'm tryin' to conquer the beast,
My good out weighs my bad
so I feel I'm winning, because my minds at peace
Categories:
dryin, hip hop, journey,
Form: Rhyme
He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands
The bank sign was flashing "5 below
It was freezing rain an' spittin' snow
He was curled up behind some garbage cans
I was afraid that he was dead
I gave him a gentle shake
When he opened up his eyes
I said,"Old man are you ok?"
He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runnin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home..."
Then he said,"I was just comin' round the barn"
'Bout the time you grabbed my arm
When I heard Momma holler son hurry up
I was close enough for my old nose
To smell fresh cobbler on the stove
And I saw daddy loadin' up the truck
Cane poles on the tailgate
Bobbers blowin' in the wind
Since July of '55
That's as close as I've been to being home
Categories:
dryin, family, peopleold, old,
Form: Free verse