I made a trip to New York
and surely looked like a dork
staring at the sky
scrapery so high
(and sometimes ogled a nork*)
I took a walk to the dock
heard so many kinds of talk
from seething masses
(and some were asses**)
all I could do was just gawk
I went out to Ellis Island
'cause Woodie*** says it is myland
and it is yours too
it just wouldn’t do —
to exclude folks from the high lands
deserts, swamps or wherever.
I think we should endeavor
(since most of us once,
were just immigrants)
to welcome them forever
or give it to first peoples,
tear down our pious steeples.
Stop saying we care
(if it is hot air)
Stop our slaughter of sheeples!
I tend to ramble a lot.
My trip to the melting pot?
Was a WOW I’d say
and maybe one day
I will return at a trot.
Salute to souper Ilene
(a fan of, I’ve always been)
and to that Billy
who is so silly****
They live in that crazy scene!
~~~~
asteriskus explanus:
*aussie slang word (google it)
**not all were asses — overall I found New Yorkers much less rude than I had expected (based on what I’d been told)
***Guthrie - the folksinger
****According to hisself, souper Sillybilly Thekidster
Categories:
hisself, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
My latest fling became a thing.
And I don't know how to tell you...
he holds my hand strong and proud.
He shows me off to wonder filled crowds.
He says he wants me to hisself, but my love is still
High on the shelf above my heart
Waiting...for your soul to reappear and take me there.
He wants me, I need you.
Categories:
hisself, i love you,
Form: Free verse
here be en emimy of tombstone jack
his eminy tried to shoot em back
but ole jack made em see the light
he done it fastr en he done it right
jack showd em the errer to his ways
he sure enoff put the end to his days
jack doe sent em to his eternal bed
with six guns ablazin en a heap of lead
Im aguessin he wanted em dead
at least that be what the rumerin said
now ole jack he done hisself a goodin
he done left the bar maid a cryin en wooin
worrin hed be alayin here a bullit ta his head
pushin up dayzes instead of winin a trade in lead
Author's Note:
the spelling, grammatical errors, and the dialect are done
intentionally. It is my attempt to keep within the 1800's era
writing style. A writer of that time was lucky to be able to write
their own name.
Categories:
hisself, humorous,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
WHEN LOVE BLEEDS
IT IS BECAUSE WE HAVE NOT ATTEND TO HIS NEEDS INDEEDS.
AND AGAIN, WHEN LOVE BLEEDS, IT BECAUSE WE ARE NOT WILLING TO PROCEEDS
ALONG WITH HIM, WHILE LEADS.
FURTHERMORE, WHEN LOVE BLEEDS,
IT IS BECAUSE WE HAVE NOT EMBRACED HIS GOOD; NATURAL SEEDS AND DEEDS.
AND SO, BECAUSE OF THAT, WE HAD MISLEAD HIM INTO THINKING THAT,
WE WOULD BE THE GOOD SEED, WHO WOULD TAKE HEED TO HIS INSTRUCTIONS
AND LEAD IN RIGHTEOUSNESS AS WE ATTEND TO HIS NEEDS, AT A TOP; RAPID
SPEED.
BUT UNFORTUNATELY, THIS IS NOT WHAT HE SEES FROM US,
AND SO, WHEN IT IS LIKE THAT, HE, LOVE HIMSELF FEELS THE REJECTION; THE NELEGECTION TOWARDS HIM; AND NOT THE AFFECTION FOR HIM
AND SO, THEREFORE, HE RESTRAIN HISSELF AND SUFFER THE PAIN
FOR HE CAN CLEARLY SEES THAT, ALL HIS LOVE HE PUTS OUT THERE IS ALL IN VAIN.
AND THERE IS NO GAIN IN THE LOVE THAT HE HAS PUT OUT THERE, HERE; ALSO EVERYWHERE. AND SO, AS HE STARES AND GLARE AT US, HE, GOD ALMIGHTY WHO IS LOVEHIMSELF, SEES; KNOWS THAT THERE IS NOT TOO MUCH OF LOVE HERE AND IN THE AIR FOR HIM AND SO, THIS IS WHAT MAKES HIM TO BLEED, PLEADS; AS WELL IN NEED.
Categories:
hisself, absence, abuse, anger, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
...for jazz people everywhere
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway,
he remembers those times
like it's just yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks.
Categories:
hisself, music, nostalgia,
Form: Quatrain
God, It's been months now,
Wth no word and no sign,
I had once made you a vow,
But now It's lost in my wine.
When I was a child,
You led him to me,
He taught me to be wild,
You answered my plea.
God I was alone,
And so very scared,
I prayed with every bone,
That you would hear my prayer.
I'm eighteen years old,
I've been for half a year
He didn't show for my birthday,
I struggled but I didn't shed a tear.
I try and I try to hate him,
He left me by myself,
I try to dictate him,
As someone who only cares for hisself.
I try to be angry,
But I can't manage it for long,
I only end up missing him,
And listening to his song.
God, you let me lose my brother,
Now I only want him back,
He's too important for me to lose,
Without him my strength will crack.
I'm graduating soon,
I've got an extra ticket with his name,
It'll happen in June,
If he isn't there it'll be a shame.
I miss him God,
I miss him so much,
I try not to think about him,
But he's a thought my mind will always touch.
Categories:
hisself, brother, me, me,
Form: Free verse
STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH
A man should know the price he'll have to pay
for any cow or piglet he will buy
unless he's got the cash to throw away
for buying something then to wonder why!
He's got to look a horse deep in its eyes
and check its teeth--the bottom of its feet
this is a time he's got to scrutinize
and not the time when he should be descreet.
And so's the world will know, he's not from fools,
when he's about to pick his loving wife
it's best he read the Spinster's Book Of Rules
or he'll be paying all of his miserable life!
And then he's got to make some rules hisself,
to check his mate, as surely as he did
how much this pig will weigh in seven years
and will this goat give him lots of kids?
Now we could go on all day and all night
just making up some better rules for bliss
but that would only lead us to a fight
and I'd lots rather kiss.
© ron wilson
Categories:
hisself, angst, family, time,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks!
Categories:
hisself, dedication
Form: Quatrain
He's 'King of the Home'
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd swing and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as 'King of the Sticks!'
(Note: a tribute to Art Blakey and Elvin Jones, and all the
other great jazz drummers we have lost through the years...)
Categories:
hisself, black-african amer
Form: Quatrain
On I Am Daniel
On I Am Daniel
AN Poet explanation.
If King Darius was speaking thus it meant that he was thinking of poor Daniel in
that cave and it could very well have come from him speaking to hisself to his
inner conscience and so the reader can decide to read this verse as if KING
Darius speaks it first…
Darius Speaking?
My heart so troubled earlier and earnestly seeking deliverance is now at rest and
I can be blessed in every circumstance because I kept the faith of GOD a test but
not from him to us this test is testing no one least of all this Daniel. The lions do
not roar.
Or Daniel Thinking?
And if the speaker now is DANIEL then self evidence assured
He was wondering out loud and marveling at his creator action that his creator
would deliver him.
Categories:
hisself, devotion, faith, on work
Form: Free verse
Rude andcrude andineffective
The duffle bag is blue with a logo
From a tent making place eye can say that the Apostle Paul gave it to me
because he was a tent maker and man of means in a cold dark place preaching
religion and stopping the villagers of ROME from building temples made of stone
to worship PAUL hisself as GOD.
The old man suffers when the young ones want. Eye heard the little boy inside
the gang there must have been about fifteen of them all told and they were not
mean but having no gold they must survive eye heard him saya OH LOOK there
is my bag that’s my bag is what he said eye hope he don’t ever try to make this
thing that eye have found to turn it into gold because its mine this old man found
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things.
Categories:
hisself, confusion, imagination, life, mystery,
Form: Free verse
He's 'King of the Home'
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as 'King of the Sticks.'
Categories:
hisself, inspirational,
Form: Verse