It strikes me in an unusual way.
Who is this,'they'?
And why do we believe this 'they',
In almost a fanatical way?
There are no question asked!
No saying is put to task.
Not by this poetess~
It makes her arch back!!
We believe each 'they say',
More than any commandment.
I say with unequivocal delay!
Stop saying this, it promotes
grave, mental decay.
These 'they says' are from
dead people, don't you know?
Many from great poets whose
feet were on this earth, centuries
ago.
Many are sayings just lifted out of
their poems.
And taken as eternal truths we live
by.
Not this poetess, by God, who lives by
...'question why!'
I don't want to be a hapless ninny
With a brain of shaky memory that
is skinny.
All these "they says", may have
a warm, cozy feeling.
Not to me~who wants a rational
answer with meaning.
Inspired by: Damian Keady
Thank you DAMO
October 11, 2019
*Go online to 'English proverbs'.
You will find, I am not dreaming
Truth does matter, the Greeks knew
that..
Otherwise, there is just air under
that hat.
started by: Damian Keady
completed by: Pixie Rose
Here is the place to start
if you happen to feel inspired
just let your imagination conspire
It’s so modern – a bit like art
You can fill the space yourself
writing is an expression of oneself
You just need to make a start
It's so modern, a bit like art
As for my input don’t ask what it is
pick up your pen, no you can't miss
all it takes is a little creative wit;
As I never put any thought into it,
It kind of happens of its own volition,
It's so modern - like abstract coalition.
To Indiana
If you was me
And I was you
What would we really do
So once upon a time, I thought I would write a rhyme
But then I thought I had run out of time
Because slowly, slowly time departs
But I just never seemed to start
I looked, I listened and thought I smelt the hay
Only to lose my way
Your family after all were not mine
They were neither Clancy, Keady or a Klyne
I did though see gravestones in a churchyard called Barna
And wondered is that maybe my Grand-Father
Time is short and running out, so I started to shout
I also nearly gave up, but never again now or ever
As you are my trusted mentor
Without you my friend I wouldn’t have made it
But I was never really sure until you knocked on my door
You have helped me ever so much, and I thank you and wish you all the luck
Best wishes and my friendship forever
All my love to you Indiana
DAMO
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