Camelia - Rabindranath Tagore
Kamala was her name.
I saw her name written on her journal
She was traveling on a tram, with her sibling along, toward the path leading to the college.
I was a back bencher there.
From one side, of her face, the smile line is visible
And the unbridled hair, touching softly her neck underneath the braid
With the book and journal in her lap
I missed the designated stoppage where I was supposed to stop.
Now, I have a stricter time, allotted for a walk outside
That calculation is not quite a musing with my workspace
Almost befitting with their leaving time, whence it is time.
Often we meet
I ponder in silence, regardless if there is any relation or not
She is my co-traveler.
A face with innocent intelligence
Was evident there, fulbright.
The young forehead had untied haid rushed to upside
The bright eyes had a gaze, unhesitant
It comes to my mind, why there is not any crisis, ensuing
Saving civilization from, to make this life glorious, charismatic, flying.
(Quick off the top of my haid)
Da dibble go down to Georgia
A town in Texas, who knew
He went on de run
He took his six gun
Lookin' for to doo wacka doo.
He comed across a young sure-shot
Targetin' a hickory stump
Dibble feelin' sly
Slithered up to this guy
And patted him upon the rump.
"What you doin' mistuh?
You hyeh lookin' to die?
We'll duel then you'll
End up a dead fool
For layin' yo' hand on my thigh."
Dey faced off and Johnny drew
But de dibble had drawn his too
They pissed in the wind
They humped and they sinned
And de dibble got his koo koo ka joo.
Wul, I nev'r bin sombuddy and I ain't sombuddy now.
I merry'd purty Lizza 'n her daddy had a cow.
Livin' in the country is whar I wanna be,
Life is gosh darn simple, perty much lak me.
Pap-in-lahw's a sinner, he ain't got no soul.
Preacher says he lost it, goin' on a roll.
Cain't nev'r git it back, so the good book say'd.
Whut good's a fella's soul, if ya lose it with yer haid?
Wul, me 'n purty Lizza play ketch-up ever day,
Tryin' to mek a repluca whilst rollin' in the hay.
Mama say'd the way it werks is hangin' on reel tight,
But hangin' on to Lizza shore keeps me up at night.
But thet's ok I figger, 'cause daylite's jus fer naps,
'Cept ya kno, in Pappy's case, he's to bizzy shootin' craps.
Jus in case yore wonderin' — ain't likely — jus' the same,
You prob'ly never heer'd of me, nev'r kno'd mah name.
'Cause I nev'r bin sombuddy and I ain't sombuddy now.
I merry'd purty Lizza 'n her daddy had a cow.
Livin' in the country is whare I wanna be,
Life is gosh darn simple, perty much lak me.
I step in the room and see his face, I keep questioning why Im here at this place, He used to make me laugh, and now all I can do is cry, He hurt me so bad and I dont know why, I feel a tear, and Im woundering what brought me here, Was it the smiles we smiled, Was it every tear we cried, why am I with him here tonight, I haid my face, So he doesnt see my pain, Even know I know he never cared, We would cry, Lead on each other like no other, But he lefted one night, and didnt seem to care about anything I've ever told him, I feel a tear and Im woundering what brought me here, was it the smiles we smiled, was it every tear we cried, Will someoneplease tell me why im here tonight
The Dunce of the Class
By Elton Camp
Alas, the poor dunce of the class
He was just barely able to pass
Couldn’t read until third grade
Not many brains in that haid
About math let’s not discuss
For he rode on the short bus
But football he managed to play
That was where his hope lay
To state college he took a trip
Thanks to athletic scholarship
The dunce finally eked a degree
As a physical ed major you see
It was a coach that he then became
Director of a violent child’s game
For a few seasons, he could win
But then he couldn’t do it again
But once a coach has been hired
Very rarely is he simply fired
To the school’s lasting shame,
It was principal that he became
He still struggles to read or write
Secretary keeps him out of a tight
Academics have gone down the drain
As long as principal he does remain
CITY BLUES (triple Etheree)
Hey!
Ol’ man
Weavin’ roun’
Haid be foggy
An close ta tha groun’
(six-feet undah that is)
Hey! man yo chin be runnin’
An I aint jus be a funnin’
Aint got no neck jisa ol’ washboard
Get outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Watcha yo smile!
Seen you lookin’
Dreamin’ once in a while
Lookin’ at dem young chics
Hey man you caint get nowheah
You stop ‘n stare jis fohget it!
Yo brain all ‘ROOOGA’ model T Ford
Git outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Don’ you go
Givin’ me looks
Like iz a rap-crow
I got nowheah ta go
You think how you got some pain?
I beat yo haid wid yo own cane!
Take yo choice da rivah o’ da morgue
Heah I come! Make yo peace wid da Lawd