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Devil Dan was a mountain man,
He had a surly disposition.
With a bag of tools and two pack mules,
Headed North on his final mission.
He found his way on a rainy day,
To the base of a mountain stream.
All wet and cold, still panned for gold,
Until he saw some pebbles gleam.
Tho his old back creeks, he panned for weeks,
Till he filled up all his sacks.
With greedy eyes, he seized the prize;
And tried lifting those heavy packs.
With a mighty strain, he winced in pain;
As he felt his low back go.
After dropping down to the cold hard ground,
There began a heavy snow.
All alone, he began to moan;
And with no one to beseech.
In despair and just lying there,
With his fortune out of reach.
Sad and crying, as he lie there dying,
Until he couldn't feel a thing.
No tears would trickle, this huge icicle,
Didn't thaw out till the Spring.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so glum.
You're just a little dirty bum
You deserve no pity, my son.
Go up and clean yourself, get done,
There'll be no food for you tonight,
And don't dare cry you messy mite.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
You dared disobey me again,
Bastard idiot and a pain.
Look at your clothes, all wet with dew,
Torn without a valid reason, too.
Do you think that I can afford
Money needed, is all we hoard?
I'll show you what attire you'll fray.
I swear I'll tear your hideaway.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Did I not send you to get twigs,
Why do you behave like poor pigs?
What are those stains around your face?
Eating berries? Did you say grace?
There, how's that for a bloody punch?
Now your face looks best like a crunch,
Can't even take his correction.
Wipe that juice, you misconception.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were you smooching with silly ****,
That goody goody, y mutt?
Go find a hooker, try to learn
What true pleasures women can burn.
You'll never learn from that hussy,
Good for nothing bit of lassie.
If I see you again with her,
Why I'll castrate you forever.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were not your father there with you?
Why is your face so red and blue?
Why haven't you returned together?
Eating berries in this weather?
Why is your new shirt so blood-stained?
Don't you know he will have you chained!
Oh John, my John, you'll never learn
Your father will kill you, he's stern.
What's that smile on your face, my John?
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son,
What were you doing?
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Lumping the bad ones, and ouch, some of these are pretty bad.
My Thought on Endicott
My name is Chevy Endicott
I am Chevy, you are not.
Endicott Peabody is my backward brother,
and there is no other.
We make these statements, tongue in cheek,
just because we are unique,
and that's all I have to say
about Endicott today.
Quantum Brain
She suffered depression, postpartum.
Her kids, she didn't even want 'em,
The doc looked into her head,
and cleared things up when he said
her brain was entangled and quantum.
Ovoid, Pedagogic Creature
An ovoid creature, intoned, pedagogic,
a speech which left the students catatonic.
In reasoning that eluded me
he abruptly concluded, "See -
that's logic!"
Coming Out
The Grimms were academic sages,
locking souls in yellowed pages,
till two of them came out
as Wolf to Red would gayly shout,
"I haven't seen you in ages".
Netanyahu
Netanyahu,
I question you
and your use of might,
and I'm not an antisemite.
Grumpy
Grumpy,
he was, and why? Disney's dwarf was stumpy.
At birth, he was dwarfened,
only to be orphaned.
Mammy
Mammy, mammy don't you know me?
No, I don't believe we've met.
Perhaps, there's something you can show me.
to prove you're not all wet.
Could it be that she'd forgot?
Let's listen in, let's hear
the would be mother, the sniveling snot,
to see if he's one she held dear.
Mammy, mammy, I've walked many a mile
just so I could see your smile.
Just keep talkin', talkin's free,
while I place a call to security.
Probability of Blow Up
Mercury that rises
bumps the odds,
and tweaks the ire of the gods,
that I may blow up and dies-es,
but when the weather's cool or fair,
there is no reason to despair.
The probability then decreases,
that I will be in pieces.
A Vegetarian Heard
A vegetarian heard the rant
coming from a plant.
Don't you understand, it is no good,
I wasn't born to be your food.
Kentucky
I know I've got to try
before my soul and spirit fly
to make it to Kentucky before I die
where the music of eternity
is the best and it is free.
Price of Oil
For what ideals shall we strive -
for what must we work and toil?
Is the reason that we shall live
to be the price of oil?
Wintry night, the clouds were churning
While the lightning lit the sky
The old house it shook and trembled
As the howling wind went by.
I put out the waning candle
Total darkness all around
It felt cold, in bed I snuggled
Heard the thunder’s drawling sound.
It took ages till I drifted
Into rough and restless sleep
When at once I felt me falling
Down a tunnel deep and steep.
Chilly hands wrapped tight around me
Felt the breathing of a ghost;
In a daze it tugged and led me
To the open ragged coast.
Had no strength or will to struggle
The cold water dragged me down
Uncontrolled the helpless feeling
Of a man about to drown.
Then I woke all of a sudden
And I saw the dawning light
Found myself all wet and sweaty
From the dream I had that night.
So relieved! I felt elated.
What an ugly fright I’d had.
Then I looked and saw beside me
Soaking seaweed on the bed!!
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23rd October 2014
Contest: Ghosts Stories
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th
At any rate it has been said
better alive than dead
For each day is made for living
even if it’s not so giving
It is better to feel pain and move on
for it transcends each and every dawn
Bring on sadness and grief
let misery be brief
Have tears run down your cheek
if it leads to the one you seek
When things are gut wrenching
it’s kind of like a good drenching
Where you may feel all wet inside
as if there is nowhere to hide
In moments when things are dark
reality seems most stark
Contrasting night and day
illuminating another way
For you to see right from wrong
weak from strong
Highs may come and go
but you’re the master of your show
So dry the tears and don’t depress
don your very best dress
For happiness can’t be far away
at least that’s what they say
At any rate…
Andreas Simic©
We are conceived,
When two join together.
No matter what is believed,
We are set in motion forever.
As we step upon the stage,
Screaming and cying our way in.
To the Book of Life another page,
Is written of our triumph and sin.
As we strive to learn and grow,
We find the road we must travel.
And with each die we choose to throw,
Each day as played will unravel.
This is the way,
The way of human kind.
As we are swept away,
Upon the wave of time.
Cast upon a restless sea,
The ship you sail at your command.
Riding the waves of time and humanity,
And at the wheel only your hands.
You seek serenity,
Peace for your body whole.
You seek eternity,
For your mind and soul.
There’s no place that exists,
Where you can rest.
You can only resist,
At best.
Riding the wave of time,
Always forward.
Never behind.
Not knowing what you’re headed toward.
You sail on our ship in kind,
God’s navigating for sure.
Knowing your unstable mind,
You could land at any port on any shore.
So, you smile,
And take a drink.
All the while,
You've time to think.
But alas, you’re really not going anywhere,
You’re actually stuck in a rut.
And you don’t care,
You’re just another nut.
Trying to swim out,
Of the wave of time.
All wet, full of fear and doubt,
Of what you might find.
The wave splashes over your head,
And you are pulled under the tide.
You’re not drowned yet,
With courage you get back up and ride.
You hang ten
On the board’s right side
Near the end
You let it ride…
He rode a horse he got thrown off
Onto the ground his head hit first
In a pile of manure horses pie
On top of his head he lie
Looked like a derby hat yah!
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Laddie look like a hat he wore
But it was just a pile of manure
She was a fair black lady
At the hair dresser
The weather man say yesterday
It’s gonna be sunny and bright
Yet, when the young lady left out the hair dresser
It thundered and began to rain
Uncovered her hair got wet frizzled and fuff-up
She looked like a cotton ball, now all wet she wore a afro
Lasses look like she wearin a British hat
2/14/24
For Put Yer Funny Hats On Laddies (Lasses Too) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
Summer would soon be over
I thought wryly as I walked
Along the beach, bare-footed,
Admiring the beauty of the sun setting
Behind the far away mountains.
She emerged from the sea, all wet,
And hid behind a large rock.
I meant her no harm as I smiled at her.
Soon we were engaged in a conversation,
Mainly complaining that we had a poor catch.
The smell of fish did not bother me,
I was a fisherman, after all, not a great one.
It became a habit for us to meet at sunset,
And I learned much from her about the sea.
The work of a fisherman is not easy
And I always had to leave her for my work
When midnight beckoned as the bells rang.
Autumn was still mild and I invited her
For a lunch lest storms would arrive.
She agreed strangely for she made it clear
She was accustomed only to her type of food.
One day I saw her turn pale and asked what was wrong.
She needed a bath she said. I showed her the place
And left her in peace. She spent two hours in a tub.
So I was curious and managed to take a peep.
There in the tub was a beautiful mermaid, tail and all.
I staggered to my kitchen, not knowing what to do.
I need not have worried as she had seen me in the tub.
Suddenly I heard her leave my miserable house.
Every night, rain or shine, I would search for her.
She never appeared again. I shrugged my shoulders.
After all mermaids, lovely or not, did not exist.
Glimitz!
According to your order - pronounce,
I weigh less than an ounce.
As gratchens flame and fly, to my disdain,
I wonder, have you got a light?
A conference call,
a violin,
a gently rappling, nightly nappling, finger poppling, ripe penguin,
all of them, on ice,
or would slipslod them on rice?
Catch a tory,
a chicken allegory,
seizing up, all oblong,
I don't belong,
I am more a scroodle square - don't glare.
Chattanooga,
What's it to ya?
Blampart on rye -
as I sit and sigh,
a bicycle goes by.
Oglethorpe in greeches,
idly ironing breeches;
say aloud:
I'm not unproud.
Morebly, I am constitutional.
Cribble, Crabble, my friend Jasper,
grasshoppers of alabaster,
frogs from South Chicago,
a ballpark frank for Joe,
did I stub my finger?
...or my stomach?
Saskatoony
on the half shell,
Pinkerton gets all wet.
Could I ever master
Vogon without regret?
Come if you can one monsoon eve,
All wet in rain one monsoon eve.
Make boats— letters we failed to write,
Let them float, feign this monsoon eve.
Borrow fragrance from monsoon clay,
Why waste in vain this monsoon eve.
And if you sight a rainbow there,
Bring too if can one monsoon eve.
Rain that rains renders background score,
You come, sing your sweet strains one eve.
Fine if peacocks play the fifth note,
Sans Megh’s domain what’s monsoon eve?
Let monsoon rains drench all others,
You come, drench me one monsoon eve.
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Ghazal |02.06.2022|
Poet’s Note: Monsoon is the time two lovers miss each other if separated. Peacocks call each other using the Fifth Note called Pancham. Monsoon melodies like Megh and Malhar sound more melodious and appealing in rainy season (ref, sixth couplet). This Ghazal was inspired by one in Gujarati by Bhagavatikumar Sharma. As we know, Ghazals cannot be translated. They have to be trans-created. This one keeps the central theme, but the lines have to be thought of anew.