Haigh! Ye from Emerald Isles
Sky and seas hide in your eyes
Wear green pride on your sleeves
Stepdance, play harp and lyres
Wear a fresh shamrock, Pray
Happy Saint Patrick's day!
Another dawn moment
Another dawn crime
Another act of violence
In a violent desperate time.
The firing squad paraded
On the killing ground
Every rifle charged but
One with a blank round.
They carried out the victim
Tied him to a chair
Filled full of whiskey
Just to get him there.
As one the rifles fired
On the officer’s shout
And then the firing squad
Marched off and fallen out.
Through each mind
A single thought was drilling
Pleas God I had the blank
So I didn't do this killing.
No such hope for the officer
Who, with strained white face,
Had with single revolver shot
Performed the Coup de Grace
Another dawn moment
Another dawn crime
Another act of violence
In a violent desperate time.
No attempt at understanding
No attempt at any care
It should have been Kitchener
Or Haigh tied to that chair
It was said that one weapon carried a blank so that nobody was certain whether or not they had actually carried out the execution.
Apparently towards the end, to stiffen morale, 5 or so officers faced the firing squad.
A funny thing happened on my way to my house
I shouldn’t have taken the bus on that day
A digestive issue was starting to rise
My house I feared was a long trip away
I hurt deep inside it was not a surprise
My poor enzyme levels were ready to flop
The pancreas nutrients were going to drop
And finally the bus had come to a stop
I ran to my bathroom and prepared to plop
My zipper got stuck and I feared for the worst
A gas evoked smoke ashamed and accursed
It finally opened a privy ejection
then I sat still and had a reflection
If I encounter this same situation
Meds will be with me to prevent this causation
A funny thing happened Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
July 22, 2018
I started my life as a normal girl,
but when walking I liked to leap and twirl;
my mother enrolled me,
in dance- oh joy and glee.
As time passed on clearly I was no good,
when I was suppose to dance I just stood;
then, as I grew I found me and I could.
Now I dance free and wild,
a dancing spirit child;
I am one with the sky people who smiled,
down on this girl- now a warrior strong.
Leaping like I belong,
I am part of each song;
some think, I look dumb as I prance and whirl,
funny thing though- I don't care as I swirl.
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July 19, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Funny Thing
Happened On The Way To Here
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1044-259-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Funny Thing Happened
On the Way to _______
sponsor, Robert Haigh
Fourth Place
A funny thing happened on the way
to visit a friend few blocks away.
I hopped on my bike and zoomed down on a not so busy street.
It always gives me a thrill to ride as fast as I could.
Feeling the air rush past me with the lightest of touch.
A group of friends were on the sidewalk laughing together.
I heard one of them yell my name.
I turned back, I waved and let out a small giggle.
In moments, I was bouncing off rear end of a parked car.
As I laid sprawled out behind its rear bumper,
my friends ran over giggling and asked if I was alright.
My pride was bruised, though I made an effort not to show it.
It was like being ran over by a speeding train.
7/12/2018
Poetry Contest: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way
Sponsored By: Robert Haigh
A funny thing happened on the way to the fitness center
six months after my New Year's resolution to get thinner
It seemed a good idea then to start a program of exercise
Now I'm thinking this is thinking I need to psychoanalyze
The Take-It-Off notice says my time will soon expire
I assume they are aware I don't plan to perspire
Nevertheless I put together my best workout outfit
I'm on my way but I have to say I'm just not feeling it
My, oh my, there's a Starbuck's a few blocks away
A shot of caffeine should help start this exhausting day
I'll just go in... Could that be? Yes, it is! My good friend
I haven't seen her since I don't even remember when
Yes, thank you! I will join you... with a donut and a latte
Oh no, you're not keeping me... I can workout any ol' day
An hour later I'm driving home sipping on an ice mocha
I start thinking that tomorrow I really should try yoga
June 28, 2018
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way Contest by Robert Haigh
Sixth Place
A funny thing happened
on the way to my wedding
the white limo picked me up as scheduled
along with sister and mom all dolled up
My sister found a stash of the cutest
mini bottles of champagne
and we had to give them a try
so told the chauffeur
to take the scenic route
We were warm and giggly
till the supply finally ran out
we ended up being a little late but
I knew my promised one would understand
It never occurred to me that
with each passing minute
he might think I would leave him
hanging at the altar
and simply not show up
Of course I’m kidding
we drank that champagne fast enough
that we weren’t late at all
Submitted on June 28, 2018 for contest A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY... sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH - RANKED 8TH
A funny thing happened
On the way to the dance
An hot ash from my cigar
Fallen onto my pants
Driving in my car
A fast fifty five
I lost control of the wheel
Thank god, I'm alive!
From all of my commotion
My cigar flew from my hand
So I pulled off of the road
To see where it land
I looked under my seat
And by my side door
On top of the dashboard
And of course, on the floor
It was nowhere to be found,
I don't know where it flew
Until I felt something burning
Inside of my shoe...Ouch!
I jumped like a rabbit
And shouted "what the hell"
Than I laughed to myself
When I saw where it fell
Burnt a hole in my sock
Burnt a hole in my pants
I Never got out of my car
But boy, I did dance
When that funny thing happened
While driving in my car
I just laughed and I just giggled
And I relit, my cigar
A Funny Thing Happened On My Way POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
6/25/2018
A funny thing happened on the way to the market
I arrived in my Porsche, there was no where to park it
So I circled the village; and parked it in a side road
When I returned an hour later, my car was being towed!
I asked the traffic warden whatever was the matter
She said there’s no tax disc, boy that warden did natter
I said what planet are you on, you are so behind the times
Tax discs are not compulsory, and I’ve committed no crimes
She said I also saw you were parked on double yellow lines
And for those misdemeanours you’ll be getting huge fines
I said madam I have to totally disagree with you
There are no yellow lines, nor red white or blue
May I urgently suggest you arrange a sight test
and return my Porsche as I’m getting quite stressed
She admitted needing glasses , she had done so for years
And she then burst out crying - I had to mop up her tears
A phone call was made; my car was towed back to me
I drove the warden to Specsavers, then went home for my tea
A funny thing happened on ... Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
6/25/18
As by revelation, moon unfolds
A sleeping angel mellows out
In a crevasse, naked
Dropping the apparel of foliage:
Hair drooped round his sinless face,
Engrossed there the toil of seafaring
Swarm of limpid sweat drops
Moving like dancers
As if after a ballet in summer storm
The crafty water flails
With deep foam
The baby of the earth
Destined for distant shores.
Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
20th June, 2018
DISTANT SHORES
As I stand on the distant shores
Overlooking the sea of my life
I see there before me
Happiness mingled with strife
The happiness is the joy of family
The strife, the loss of the same
I can see them all very clearly
And call them each by name
Most of them are like strangers
Yet as I see each one in review
They all have a family resemblance
Like old friends I felt I knew
As I survey their faces
And they in turn see me
They beckon me to follow
And live eternally
Now on the distant shores
Of Jordan's stormy banks
I stand in awe of glory
And give God all my thanks
He beckons me to enter
And meet His Only Son
So I'll cross those distant shores
When life on earth is done
20 June 2018
For the contest sponsored by Robert Haigh
Somewhere deep within my dreams
on the distant shores,
palm trees sway and sun shine beams;
waves from ocean doors.
Polynes’an beauties stroll
barefoot on the sand;
sea gulls wander on the shoal;
ocean breeze at hand.
This is but a reverie;
only in my mind.
Takes me there whenever be
feeling so confined.
June 19, 2018
Contest: Distant Shores
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
O what heavy price for independence
Valiant men dying in fierce triathlon
Battling to their last breath for its defense
As they protect the walls of Babylon
Laying down their lives with no shade of guilt
While powerless the great sun god watches
Its ravaged empire pillaged and rebuilt
Over layered bodies, bones and swatches
My tears taste bitter as you sail away
Cross daunting distant shores of Babylon
Wishing there were a way you could delay
And somehow all our troubles would be gone
My heavy heart on the wing of a swan
Amid hanging gardens of Babylon
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest DISTANT SHORES sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH - RANKED 6TH
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My heart is ice frozen,
with a soul forever winter;
I have seen too much death, each one chosen,
each fate written... oh, I escape in my inner.
I fold my petals- an ice rose- and weep,
I have gone deep;
but, in my dreams I can float to distant shores,
and there I am able to close those deathly doors.
I lament each beloved,
flowers gone to Heaven's azure;
names engraved in stone- names I have so loved,
I feel cheated that I have lost my treasure.
In my heart there is a huge jagged hole,
frozen is my soul;
oh, will I ever leave this winter so cold,
will my petals thaw before I have grown too old.
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June 17, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Frozen
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1031-816-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Distant Shores
sponsor, Robert Haigh
Sixth Place
DISTANT SHORES
There comes a time when we all leave our first home;
Some by boat or ship on coarse on waves of unknown;
What am I to do, Oh!;
Some gathered as friends or foes;
Some came as rich freedmen others as slaves;
Woe to them incarcerated, Woe to those wave;
Blue waters ripple against the brown/green beach head;
Those enslaved men some below dead;
Freedom waves wail six feet rises;
Freedom sings from different languages;
As the tide comes at it's final roar;
The ship docks at distant shore;
6/17/18
Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Robert Haigh
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