I need to start again
Though i still have the pain
That you left before the rain
And my heart left under chain
I have to plan it
And get myself the kit
Leave all the memories as they hit
Because when i remember i think i can sit
Oh memories allow me to tear
Because the dead have no cheer
You were gone and i have to proceed and bear
I send off the memory when im near
I will have a new page
Planned with everything for my age
Even at the last page indicated my wage
Remember its the new beginning of the savage
I will have to forget
That you existed like bet
And have the match set
Untill my mind turns to be that of a go getter!
Furnish my mind once more
Get words of a counsellor
Make new ways that takes me to the core
And get myself a new battle for war!
Iam dafina
#dafinacatensartpieces...inta page
Categories:
inta, memory,
Form: Rhyme
One bonny day
I kilt me chicken,
Stirred eem inta me pot
For me soup to thicken.
I ate me some Haggis
An a scone or two,
After I kilt me cow
Ta make me stew.
Had ta put down me ol dog
Cause he kilt me ol cat,
Then I dug heem a hole
Way off in da back.
Den I picked up me pipes
And piped a sad lilt,
Wearing me ragged ol Tam
And me dusty ol kilt.
Categories:
inta, life,
Form: Rhyme
If I were t' build missen a cottage
Ad build it i' Yorkshire stooan
Ad chuyse it cos it's best thaa c'n get
betta building blocks, ther is nooan.
If I ad t' carve missen an epitaph
t' let fowk knooa who ad bin
Ad crave I Yorkshire stooan, hi,
Cos' an alternative ad be a sin.
If I wa t' delve inta me past
T' see what ad made an impression
it's likely ad fynd Yorkshire stooan top o t' list
An ad mchuyse it wi'art concession.
Wetha showin' as nature intended
at 'Ardcastle crag or int' ills
Or in t' quaary, waitin fot' delver
or blackened bi t' istory and t' mills.
Yorkshire stooan is our Yorkshire 'ome
Weeriva this gran grit is laid
Ivvery block is t' sooal of a Yorkshireman
Ivvery block is t' istort made.
Categories:
inta, age, appreciation, beautiful, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Wee Luck McGee, dragging his feet
reluctantly entered the pub
Removing his hat, grabbed a seat where he sat
As he gave the old bar rail a rub
There, Good Ol' Finn stood there again
His turn, for him to tend bar
"So what will it be" He said to McGee
"A whiskey? Perhaps a cigar?"
"No, not fur me" mumbled McGee
As a lone tear started to fall
"I'll jus 'ave a beer, put it right 'ere
I'm afraid dat's gonna be all"
Finn was concerned and eager to learn
So he asked "What's the matter McGee"
"You're looking so down, wearing a frown
that everyone here plainly sees"
McGee took a sip, used his sleeve, wiped his lips
Then proceeded to tell his sad tail
"Me and Da Misses got inta a fight"
He said, as he slowly turned pale
"It was rough, she was tough and she said in the end
She'll not speak to me far turdy (30) days
"Well that's not so bad, there's no need to look sad
Said Finn, It's only a faze"
"You don't understand, 'Cause you're a kind man,
and I'm sorry if this seems abrupt
but I'll tell you no lie, the reason I cry
'Cause today da month is now up"
Categories:
inta, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night
I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine
Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine
The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene
Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace
It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate
Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face
For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest
Categories:
inta, humor, jealousy,
Form: Quatrain
Ebony and Phonics
Talkin’ Jive, slippin’ inta the ethnic eccentricities
of survival, hip-hop, rap, the blues, Ebonics.
Ebonics, the melding of Ebony and Phonics
into a language that could be spoken
within hearing of the overseer. Genius
spoken here, clandestine communication
lines strung in plain view. News flashes,
who ran, who escaped, who was sent and
where, who was sold. Assumed “ignorance”
displaying pure brilliance before an unconscious
audience.
Ebonics, a language shaped by hardships and
prejudice, now reduced to phrases and a
chant-like mockery of its necessity and
protection.
Ebonics, a language that preserved a spirit,
nurtured a fierce independence, fed the
flames of rage and the hopes of love.
Ebonics, a tribute to a tenacious desire to
be free, not from the chains, but from
the bondage of the chains. Free to
communicate their deepest thoughts,
their hidden loves, their seething hates.
Ebonics, lost key to railroads underground,
doors no longer found, generations in
search of freedom’s sound.
John G. Lawless
8/16/2014
for Verlena S. Walker
Ebonics – Let’s do Some Slang contest
Categories:
inta, language, slavery, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
No, I did nay walk the cold harbour docks
Felt too tipsy and fell in the drink
Drank too much as the ticker in me tocks
Dead men tell no tales in the blink
Eyes patched over me hardy, yar, flows
The wine inta piss, my heart inta bliss
Rows the dead man telling no tales
Rows the dead man drinkin those ales
Three to tha wind laddies, heave ho
I'm nay walkin home, I can't go.
Categories:
inta, death, drink,
Form: Rhyme
A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To 'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt.
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed.
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.
Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns
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Categories:
inta, absence, culture, faith, farm,
Form: Terza Rima
"the path to paradise
is really worth the price,
where is me bed-pan nurse,
bowels gone inta reverse...
oh fine...
still love ya babe....
till im swinging in the hearse.."
on ya Cindy
Don
Categories:
inta, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Morning bed
Sheets tightly tucked
One pillow crumpled
There once was a gal named Linda
Oh the marriages she did get inta
Try as they would to be as they should
They never could even begin ta.
Wanting a home intensely evolved into creations of delusion
Life broke through, one let go, in freedom lay the solution
For the Divorce Club Contest
Categories:
inta, life
Form: Limerick
"Howard woncha say a few wurds?
Cum on Howard like over tha bird."
Says Aunt Jen visitin' fer the holeeday.
Weuns are seated tha eight of us at this here sumpchus dinner table,
Lookin' at the damndest big brown poultry ya iver seen.
Howard ma Dad is jist liftin' a forkful a meat drippin' gravy an dressin'.
Tha rest of us heseetate not knowin' what's a cumin.'
Our familee niver did give no thanks fer nuthin'.
Now dad lays down the heepin fork careful like chokes then beegins -
"Weeeellll Lord I chased ol' Mahitabel all roun' tha yard.
She knew what was a cumin' an' diseepeered inta the rushes by tha pond.
Couldn't see her nohow but put a barrel-full inta the weeds anyways
Heered this here squawk!
Looked all through tha stalks fer old Mahitabel,
Niver found her
But! Lord we do now thank ye most bounteefullee fer this here swan.
A men"
Categories:
inta, animals, family, funnydad, dad,
Form: Free verse