.WE'RE NOT GETTING OLDER WE'RE'GETIN' WISER1
NOW ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS FIGURE OUT...
WHAT WE'RE GETTING WISER AT
MY WISER AT WHAT I'D PERSONALLY SHOUT,...
LIKE CAREIN' FOR MY GARDEN ;'. ADVICE GIVIN'..
KNOIN' WHERE TO FETCH BETTER ADVICE,
TO REACH MY AMBITION GOALS ...
MUCH BETTER TO ATAIN WISDOM,
AWISE MAN ONCE SAID...
MATHEW . MARK , LUKR & JOHN ;
HOLD MY HORSE WHILE I GET ON...
OH ON MY WAY TO READ BIBLICAL PAUL,
AGEING BETTER,MORE WISER.
WHAT IS WHAT THAT 'DASH' BETWEEN ...
YOUR BIRTH DATE - YOUR DEATH DATE.
NOW THIS IS A SMIDGIN OF WHAT IS MY SO WHAT
NOTE: I'M USEING CAPS SIMPLY CAUSE I CAN'T SEE SMALL - SORRY
frontier justice
the last horse thief
lynched
THE NEW FRONTIER
In the blurry distance, a crying woman’s image
Tainted and tattered, misfitting rags of yesteryear
Perched on poverty’s edge, absorbed by life’s abyss
Please help, I’m hungry, the words of a new frontier
So soft and sweet her voice, captured me so completely
Big brown eyes of a child, yet breathing a homeless hell
To be dripping with desperation, and floundering in fear
I feel her agony of hunger, past poverty taught me well
To carefully open my heart, I let her wander in
For three days and nights, she slumbered on my floor
I found her a shelter, I found her peace of mind
But, no family or friends, but, no life to restore
Take this saw and axe we have to clear the land.
What, you mean the heavy machinery got here first,
the concrete is setting as we speak!
Can I borrow your flat-headed screwdriver?
Ikea have half-made another thing again,
I will make a skillet full of low-sodium bacon
if you help me put it together.
You say the wilderness has returned
and there is a shortage of oxen and wagons.
The frontier begins at the back of Walmart now
where the natives take their lunch-break.
Amazon have sent the wrong log cabin again.
We can make a camp in the wild woods
behind the small industrial unit.
By the way do you have a shovel and ladder
to get us all out of here?
The best 2021 perk
Was a space flight for Captain Kirk
An Enterprise
Where no one dies
Proving fantasy just might work
The skulls were nearly hidden
By the thickets in the glen
Scattered in ancient cinders
Where a house and barn had been.
Remains of years and years ago
An Indian raid perhaps
On a distant frontier settlement
Not shown on any maps.
Once an humble household
A man, his wife, their child
Who had left an eastern fortress
To live out in the wild.
No mercy for these seekers
Of peace and solitude?
Not even an inquiry
In the years of interlude?
What creatures are we who linger
In the limbo of levity
Unable to grasp some meaning
In the wake of tragedy.
Journey to a place and time
A state of mind
Reality a slice so thin
What I perceive unreal
No chance to standardize
Just realize my thought
Judgement error fraught
Sense to none save me
On a string a puppet
Flailing flaunting life of failing
Never mind the puppeteer
Beyond dimension present
Place no man should be
The process me
A blast cacophony
That spun beyond control
Fred Jagenberg – July 10, 2019
Space the final frontier
Whence endless possibility awaits
Discovered by wonderment of telescopic rovers and spying satellite
Dense with blackend holes
encircled in white smoke
that illuminate the horizon
Where events take place
beyond the means of any human
brain can ever comprehend
Like witnessing a dying star in death
throws burning and imploding inwards
on itself
And a universe of galaxies
expanding banging into life
Yaaaaaah!
Leaving dust behind
eight galloping hooves,
with no time to stop ‘til it ends.
Just grateful the sun
has dried up the mud,
so cart wheels grip dangerous bends.
Getuuuup!
It’s getting rocky
but not too far now,
I can see the smoke in the distance.
We’ll get there in time,
so keep breathing... hang on...
I can’t do this without some assistance!
Yeeeehaaaa!
We made it! You did it..
So much love for our son.
I keep staring. So perfect and small.
It was a rough start,
but special beginning
of a new adventure for us all!
PoetrySoup contest entry
Theme: Action Adventure
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I didn’t know what taffy was
until you showed me.
I hadn’t been to Lake Mary
until you took me.
Last Christmas we went to Clifton Mill
to see the lights,
it was cold
and I in my thin British coat.
You took me to the Corn Festival
with its classy hog racing event.
Then we settled a land
between two great rivers,
a sacred place
we called: The Close.
POEM " A STRANGE ADVANCE " by martin gedge
Worlds away we siege the day to brave a new sunrise
an orbit in this atmosphere with automatic sighs
a love that comes electric so until the stars fall down
we run a prisoner in the dark to make this world our ground
we tune in sister radio this alien in time
we rock and whirl this island earth this distance down the line
and walk this watermusic in the chambers of blue fire
love games she played this lady blade controls me with desire
we hold the nite and challenge light a stranger lives next door
the second that I saw you there to hold you evermore
one chance a million crystal tears won't cry an ocean blue
lost in your eyes I realize that I am just like you
a strange advance a second glance a kiss into the dark
in wild blue these thoughts of you are running through my heart
a prelude to a perfect day the 2wo by means of mars
to race across this galaxy to satellite the stars
do what you want this space we haunt for fantasies we roam
the sounds of life will point the knife to find our way back home...
by martin gedge©
My British grandparents Thomas and Susan Collier were American original descendants.
they sailed the rough sea for their independence
I believe they came on the mayflower voyage ship and landed in America 1620
I know their dreams for our generation were plenty
my first generation grandparents Thomas and Susan Collier were buried in Hingham Plymouth Massachusetts on this free soil
my grandfather Thomas death was 1647 and his wife Susan was 1667
the bible was American pilgrim law to own land that my family heritage toiled
everyone who came to America doesn't know they rode on the coat tail of our heritage and hard work today
our school used bible that were outlawed, and our new generation couldn't pray
our pilgrim lineage was documented in a bible as a passport
I doubt my Collier bloodline was in a May Flower compact before England's deport
The bible was law in England from 1530 and we dont know if it came to America by the first pilgrims
the natives told me the Spaniards from Columbus in 1492 brought the first bible in America and caused mayhem
thorns of the frontier fence
is venomous!
these thorns sting and kill
the innocent peoples
to save the rank of kings and queens;
these thorns understand
only vengeance killing;
not humanity!
-April 30, 2019, Chattogram
Fort Worth to El Paso, a long stretch of tracks
Deputies securing Wells Fargo money sacks,
With reins in hand, stagecoach en route
Jessie’s gang kicks dust, chasing the loot.
Oil lamps hanging on the tavern’s post
Saloons filled with men who drink the most.
Split rails and troughs in make shift corrals
Mask men flee, hiding in many locales.
Posse of six saddle up to chase
Jessie’s gang leading the pace
Wanted posters hung on banks and stables
A round of whiskey lies on saloon tables.
Colt 45’s rest on the long wooden bar
Ranchers arriving soon from Omaha.
Rustler’s rope up a head of cattle
Rifle on the side, rope loops on the saddle.
Looters grab the bags, each one rides a mustang
Two gunslingers jailed, one will hang
Conductor steps out, train whistle blows
“all aboard”, wheels turn, white smoke blows,
Across the plains and over the notch
Riders travel with flasks of scotch.
Straight beaten paths and dusty trails
Someday those will be wild western tales.
ultimate challenge...
the trophy of hyperspace...
Ours... the Universe!
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