she was wearing her Sundays best
but I must clearly confess;
knew it was but a test but now I rest
a hired man with a gun
shoot her down now she's gone
the papers read all red
with thoughts inside her head
running here & their
my momma was a commie
she saved all her money
she was a big phony
full of bologna
now she is gone but her memory lingers on
she was sitting on the right side of the pew
dazzling red dress
pearls in her arrangement;
didn't want to do it but it was too late we set the date
the bullet would seal her fate
but not too late she would contemplate;
it was too late
A morn's sun raised the blinds
As sunlight pinked the clouds
Its colors fell across
My lap, tinting my words
Sublime, pen and ink tried
To contain sentiment
As they spilled blue
The blinds dissipate
As words release truth
High the sun rises
Its light controls pen
Slower the pen
Then pauses, waits
As the day wears
Colors painted
Artist tool
A palette
As sun sets
Blinds close
Darkness
Shades
Inspired by a stanza written by Robert Frost:
The Death Of The Hired Man
"Part of a moon was falling down the west,
Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Its light pored softly in her lap. She saw it
And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand"
Just part of it ...What struck me was "moon was falling down the west"
HORSE
Hell-bent stallion muscles led the mustangs through the plain,
On their heels rode hard a hired man –his job to rope the best--
Rearing high the stallion—urging speed as autumn winds dance thru his mane.
Sheets of lighting limned silhouettes as they pounded toward the west--
Enchanted now the man reined in—this day let beauty rule his breast.
When a body needs work done
Against his neighbor, a lawsuit won,
A lawyer is the man that you must call.
Every word to him you'll say
Is duly figured in his pay
-You should be glad he doesn't take it all.
The lawyer is a hired man,
for a fee he'll do whatever he can,
Like mercinary prostitutes he'll fight,
But if he gets to wanting more
(And here he differs from the whore),
He'll send a sheriff to come and take his "right."
When you finally go to court
Opposing counsel's case to thwart,
Do not feel as if they system smothers,
Of Judge and lawyers, have no fears,
The case may take just a few years-
In bastard-justice eyes' they are half-brothers!
Some lawyers, they fear honest work,
Behind their statutes they must lurk,
Pay the lawyer, how else will he eat?
Either way you'll win or loose,
It is the choice that you must choose,
For his suits would wrinkle begging on the street.
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