Literature is dead
so say talking heads
Done in by new technology
with an assist from eschatology
Whoa, Nellie! Hold your horses here
Illiteracy’s been wiped out
More folks read than ever before
~ it’s literature that’s burnt out
Life is like a treasure;
Feel it with pleasure,
Let the bygones be bygones.
Whatever you want to accomplish,
Go the extra mile, just hang in there.
When opportunity knocks,
Don't be in two minds—give it a twirl,
Without the fear of facing the results.
When someone criticizes you,
Don't be up in arms with them.
Instead, step up your game,
And prove yourself.
Sometimes, you may feel left out in the cold,
Without any reason,
And it all seems Greek to you.
But when you're a cut above the rest,
These situations are a dime a dozen—
Take it as easy as pie.
When success isn't yours, bite the bullet,
Hold your horses, clear the air,
Come hell or high water,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt,
You will taste it!
tell me blue tell me
something that's out I had said
told was true by you
sticks and stones can break
my bones but names will never
hurt ~ my sticks and stones
there are three things that
can't be hid ~ sun moon truth and
your fat ~ make it four
bite the bullet till
you touch lead that will push you
through all your hardships
cry over spilt milk
that in time will sour like your
lamenting facade
bird in hands better
than two in the bush ~ now is
here ~ future is not
do to others that
you'd want them do to you ~ be
good~ if not then run
every cloud has a
silver ring ~ tarnish times be
polished shine next time
a dime a dozen
eighteen hundreds ~ a dime cost
most goods seldom rare
'O Henry Porter
wrote cut the mustard ~ soldiers
pass muster ranks up
hold your horses steads
the whipped horseback that's headstrong
~ patience ease the reins
in the human experience
where ego delusion manifests
we oft may need to sit on our hands
upon storms arising when earth life tests
the teaching is known but not yet ingrained
thus repeated immersion is needed
our reflex response says it all
will to God not ceded
“I suggest we break the ice”, the interloper said.
I began chopping with a snow axe, and she laughed.
You must have been born with a silver spoon, she threw out.
I threw the snow axe at her; irritated she had called it a spoon.
She ducked, as cool as a cucumber.
I was irritated now.
“I’ve got your number,” she told me.
I had no idea how she had gotten it.
“I was not born yesterday,” she added.
I knew from her wrinkles she was not lying.
“This is as easy as ABC,” she said. “You are transparent.”
I was not a happy camper now, she was getting under my skin.
“Hold your horses,” I told her. “You are coming on too strong.”
“You’ll be in hot water if you continue egging me on like this.”
She laughed. “Let me put a bug in your ear,” she said.
“Hot water is something I do best after falling through a hole in the ice.”
See the goal, the gold,
The prize shimmering in the distance
Just waiting for you to hold?
Do you take the chance?
Are you excited & ready for the race
Or is your heart just heavy with dread?
Have you decided on the pace
Or are you just wishing for your bed?
Whoa! Hold your horses!
Go back to the start
Can you discern the forces
That make you depart?
What reason drives you?
Have you really a true vision,
Prayed, seen it through
With absolutely no division?
Set the right course!
Resolve it & make the plan.
Pace yourself; get on your horse.
Be at peace; a joyful woman or man,
And once determined, no matter the pay,
Focus your vision!
Do the paces day by day.
Fulfill YOUR MISSION!
I look at the proof in the pudding.
But wait.
She has jumped up and is running flat out.
Hold your horses I yell
Knowing the instant I do
That she does not even have any horses
Hang on one second
there's the phone
Wait for me
we'll chat alone
Don't hang up
I'm almost there
Mark my words
I'll come to bare
Hold your horses
I'm not quite done
Almost through
not having fun
One more minute
Should be quick
I'll catch you up
should thing's get thick
Hold that thought
Wait for it
What'd you wager
he'd be twit
Almost done
Not much further
Can't quite make
much of dearther
Hope for time
Not too happy
What'd you say
I call back later?
Verse 1:
Asked the hangman, “How they hangin’”
He didn’t even crack a smile.
Said, “Boy, the court is not in session.
You’re gonna have to hang around awhile.”
Pre-chorus:
Then there I was walking down the street
Shootin’ the breeze with Pistol Pete
We jumped in a sailboat to take a ride
But we had to jump off ‘cause the wind had died.
Chorus:
Things can change when you build new fences
Things can change when you tear old fences down
Gotta watch out for those consequences
A small mistake can make for shaky ground
Bridge:
Hold your horses, Palamino Joe
you've been to places you shouldn't go
the NSA and the FBI
they've decided you've gotta fry
Repeat Chorus.
Please keep your language clean
i don't say those kinds of things
I am not that kind of girl
keep waiting for my sister Alexa
in a future generation
Sooner or later
she will be coming
It was a rabbit auction and I was dragged in
Not wanting to be harsh but when does it begin?
A turtle, a cat, a pork belly pig, a dog, and a rat.
They are all here, in cages, and a snake that went splat.
What kind of a company is this? I asked my cousin.
We have been here for hours. There are pets by the dozen.
Hold your horses, he told me. A parrot barked back.
They are bringing in a horse with a rider intact.
My cousin had fallen in love with a fish.
What kind of a companion is that? In a dish?
You want something furry, and wonderful I said.
The parrot mimicked me, and I wished it were dead.
But then it said some stuff that was amazingly fun.
I turned around and saw it was wearing a gun.
I will protect your house, your wife and your kin.
Of course he is now my own pet Little Lynn.
“Hey, when is my turn?”
asks the horse.
“Hold your horses,”
says the plastic surgeon,
“while I give the duck
a quick nip and tuck.”
Manufacturing mistakes or fragrant fraud
Decide for yourself but the produce is flawed
Average contents fifty, on this match box of mine
But when I counted, their was only forty nine
If they sold a million match box a day, with one match short
That’s a million matches saved, theirs a thought
Misery
A box of headache pills with half the box blanks
That is enough to give you a headache, many thanks
Misery
Polo, the mint with the hole
All that mint saved by not making it a whole
Misery
Call me Ebaneezer but hold your horses please
Mints with holes and they do the same with cheese
Misery
My wife bought some skinless sausages
The pack said “Thirty Sausage” produced online
She counted them three times
There was only twenty nine
Misery
I think it is a deliberate, food production play
To cut the people short, you don’t get for what you pay
Go to your food store and pull something out to count
Just to see, if you get the right amount
Misery
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Hold your horses, those waters arent so deep
far, far more to life that eating and sleep.
Roses gleaming, dawn's beckoning new frosts
things you'd defend at any and all costs.
Picnicking, lakeside with your true soulmate
times you won, while so sorely tempting Fate!
Living to discover love, its treasures
path taken, with life's sweet, simpler pleasures.
Now gaze back at nights of hottest romance
with future lives planned, nothing left to chance.
Magnificent joy, two loving gems held
with two hearts, two lives, an eternal meld.
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1978
Sonnet, ( Life's Sweetest Promises )
Look at olé Manny over there.
He's been praying for grown back hair.
Hair back
Back hair
Hair is neither here nigh under where.
At night we pray for tight'ee whites;
Following morning awaken by a huge wedgie wearing panties.
Shake it off and tone it down.
Take it easy now, now.
Hold your horses there pray full man.
Eating tiger sporting a lions mane feeding heads.
I said, I see I said, I taw a pudgy fat hippy cat rocking dreads.
Looking like a praying mantis crossed with a giraffe.
Bitting your toungue, covering your mouth; trying not to laugh,
You see poor olé Manny with a blank look of dismay.
Holding tightly onto his toupee on another windy day.
Even today, he continues to pray as he slumps in his chair.
And people just don't understand why because Manny is amazing with or without grown back hair.
8~21~16
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