As you paint your songs with colours divine
And words you so assiduously mined
You leave me standing breathlessly behind
Your visceral emotion hypnotically opined.
Mesmerising destructive bewitching my soul
Wreckingly angelic your voice takes its toll
And leaves me in wonder at feelings you extoll
And tears into pieces the form that once was whole
Just wrap me in your exquisite tones tonight...
A daddo's desire
memories of your childhoods
my gleam of fatherhood
I "Prophet" your lives alone
Our times Together
The whisper went through the warriors like lighting of the night
Most knew rumors of the beast, but had not had him in their sight
The valiant gathered and headed into the woods, ready to be brave
More actually turned their blade and hid shaking in an everglade.
Is it the skeletal griffin? Someone asked me. As if I was in the know.
We walked through the meadow, trailing the ones whose courage show.
I did not know, but there was an absolute feeling of death in the air.
Being empathic, I could feel it, for to others I always care.
“It is he," the knowing woods breathed into the ethers, in a sudden way.
Without a doubt more than one of us would die before the break of day.
We marched, the six of us, knights sworn to uphold honor and be fair.
Finally saw the monster, he was coming out of a grave like lair.
He hissed and was as terrible as any champion we had ever seen.
Sensed he was here to kill us, was doing his duty, not being mean.
What do you need? I asked as he breathed fire into the night.
He turned enormous green eyes upon me, and I nearly died of fright.
Not a mythical creature,
or the patriarch of a lewd, cartoon family,
you are my roommate.
Well, one of them,
and you have been for two years now.
Superhero posters make your room your own.
Perhaps you’re concealing a secret identity
when you refuse to hang out with us;
on late night drives,
lunch or dinner,
all we do is make awkward small talk.
And you’re the only one
to keep his door locked.
Your girlfriend never comes around anymore,
you’re always at her place,
though, we don’t mind.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell where you are.
Perhaps you’re a murderer,
waiting for us to leave
so you can indulge in violent ceremony.
Whatever you’re into.
In the words of Jerry Garcia,
I implore you,
“Please don’t murder me.”
Tell me, why did you smile?
What you meant by that smile?
Is there any message behind your smile?
Did I behave madly to make you smile?
Or did I utter wrong words for that smile?
There must be a reason for your smile.
I couldn't understand the cause of smile.
Did you read what's in my mind and so you smile?
Could you feel, what's my thought for that special smile?
Really I failed to feel the cause of smile.
I admit, I can't read the meaning of smile.
Yes, I liked that mysterious smile.
Let me tell ,you look so beautiful with that magical smile.
Why don't you tell me meaning of that smile?
~x~x~x
ONOMATOPOEIA
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all live onomatopoeia of the night
howling, mewing, twit twooing, screeching, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of war
banging, booming, rat tat tat tating, screaming, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of woodland
tapping, flapping, singing, rustling, cawing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of farmland
bleating, mooing, barking, honking, nighing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of love making
sighing, sighing, sighing, sighing, Y E S, onomatopoeia!
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Oh Lord Jesus Christ,
May we love with a holy love that distinguishes us as your ambassadors, servants and children of the one true God who gave His blood for us. Only by abiding in You can we do this daunting feat and glorify the Godhead...Prayer for peace in downtown streets of Waterbury, Ct. Father God, please we present our bodies as living sacrifices. Help us Lord to reach out to those lost souls that have turned their backs on you. Jesus, help stop abortion father God. Prayer for those suffering from Aids they need your healing touch precious Jesus. Pray for those elected officials father God that they may serve you in faith & righteousness. We need you Jesus we can't live the Christian life on our own. Help us to discover your peace that passes all understanding. Father, prayers for Kathy Griffin Lord that she may come to Jesus as her Lord and savior. Prayers for the LGBTD community that they may seek the love of God in their hearts. In jesus Christ name, Amen
Dear Kathy Griffin,
I love you I do
But you're the only one
That did this to you
You can hem and you can haw
Place blame on them all
But your foot in your mouth
Is the cause of your fall
That flaming red hair
Along with the face of blue
And those crocodile tears
That you keep letting loose
Are turning us off
More than you ever thought
You might want to try and sell
This farm you have bought
You say womanhood is your victim
Of that I have doubts
And do you really kiss your mother
With that filthy mouth
A word of advice
To the not so glamorous wise
And that ain't no lie
Quit blaming the old white guy
One day this may blow over
And you'll count your lucky stars
But not before this galaxy
Does its best to forget who you are
Sincerely, Mike
P.S. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself...
Barnard Griffin Wines
You will always love fruits of our labor,
And both sweet and dry you will savor;
To me worth trying;
Another bottle buying;
Still stay and remain on my best behavior.
Jim Horn
In the orchard
under the stars,
I have the kind of company
I never had before.
The creature I came here with
appeared to be human,
but my hands feel a scaly back,
and stiff fur pricks my chest.
A hooked beak tears at my mouth
destroying its sweetness.
Lifeless, I am encircled by claws.
I submit
believing I am doomed.
Originally published as "“Sweet seventeen and never been kissed”,
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 84, October 1994, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM84COMP.pdf].
I am a griffin
You may touch my happiness
But you will never reach my mind
I see things as they come
Deal with them before they come
And when they come
I take them as they are.
I am a griffin
You may break my heart
But that can never change me
I will reach to make peace
Hope to bring back the loss
Restore the joy and wipe all fear.
I am a griffin
You may stop me
But I will never stop
Reaching for the top
I will always strive to be on top
Never will I allow myself to flop.
A Griffin I am
When you show me your back
I will not hit back
I will let time revenge on my behalf
I will never build on a wrong
But will still remain strong.
Call me Griffins.
O King of the land and King of the sky,
Magnificent beast from stories so old,
Remember the times when Griffin did fly.
Look back upon those great guardians of gold,
Hoarding their treasures since time had begun,
Magnificent beasts from stories so old.
India’s most sacred child of the Sun,
Where are you now O’ heraldic Keythong?
Hoarding their treasures since time had begun.
Let us once more listen to your sweet song,
From your great claw let us sip healing dew,
Where are you now O’ heraldic Keythong?
Lord of great strength let your power shine through,
You look down on man and so pity us,
From your great claw let us sip healing dew.
Memories fade of sweet Opinicus,
O King of the land and King of the sky,
You look down on man and so pity us,
Remember the times when Griffin did fly.
if lost magic
filled this humble earth,
would you please fly once more?
it was one score and one year ago that the Berean congregation did pray
that The Lord God would send a good undershepard their way
lo and behold their prayers were answered and a gift to them was given
an anointed man of God whose name is the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin
one score and one year ago he settled into his ministry
and it's been a perfect fit, a glorious matrimony
he is passionate in his praise and dynamic as a preacher
sagacious in spreading the Gospel and distinguished as a teacher
the wisdom of God is what he imparts
and it's no surprise we hold him in our hearts
one score and one year has now come to pass
and we pray that this partnership will forever last
congratulations on this anniversary Pastor it's your twenty-first one
and for you we give thanks to the Father, the Holy Spirit and the Son
Pastor, you're an under shepherd who has been entrusted to do God's work
you're never overbearing nor quick tempered nor do you have any quirks
you hold firmly to the trustworthy message that the Son of Man did convey
you're a spirit-filled righteous man, a disciple and teacher of God's ways
you teach and preach the sound doctrine that is the Holy Lord's
you're temperate and respectful with a Christ-like love for all in accord
you're self-assured and humble and your sermons are from the heart
you've given us insightful examples of how to live spiritually smart
you've told us it might be our attitudes and we probably need a makeover
you've been to us a living example in how to let God take over
you're an under shepherd, one of the Lord's earthly rep
you're an under shepherd, a follower in His Son's steps
you're an under shepherd, an agent of the living Christ
you're our under shepherd, Pastor Griffin
and we are blessed to have you in our lives
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