Long Before noon Poems
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"Give Me Your Tired" posted 7 Jun 2021
i'd join the morning person's club except their meetings start before noon
early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and beat
they make clocks to tell me when to get up i need one to tell me why
a bicycle cannot stand up by itself because it is two-tired
my wife got tired of hearing my zodiak puns it taurus apart
teen's concept of an early bird: one who wakes up at the break of noon
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"Just Asking (part III)" posted 14 Jun 2021
wow, is that an optical illusion or am I just seeing things?
why does the sun on the raisin bran cereal box wear sunglasses?
why are wise men and wise guys considered opposites of each other?
when styrofoam companies ship their product what do they pack it in?
if swimming is so great for the figure then how do you explain whales?
how does the person who drives the snowplow get to work in the morning?
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"It's All In A Name" posted 21 Jun 2021
i visited a new dating website in Prague they call it ~ Czech Mate ~
there's a new contraceptive on the market it's called ~ i kid you not ~
my vote for the best beauty parlor name of all time ~ curl up and dye ~
good name for an ultra-conservative fashion boutique ~ clothes minded ~
maybe you shouldn't name your brand new restaurant ~ eater's digest ~
perhaps this plumbing company is worth a gamble ~flush or full house~
[humor attribution: #2 and #5 Edmo Snord, #3 and #6 are actual company names I've seen, others found online of unknown origin]
"Random Brain Guano (part III)" posted 28 Jun 2021
children are hereditary if your folks had none, neither will you
the best remedy for your bad memory is milk of amnesia
buy your valentine a bikini it's the least you can do for her
i tried making a belt out of watches it was a big waist of time
my toddler kept chewing on electrical cords so I grounded him
sometimes Bigfoot is confused with Sasquatch Yeti doesn't seem to mind
Run Bacon run, the sound come echoing from the gun, run bacon run there is nothing to fear hold on to the third and the fifth gear. The oil is in the hip, grease your joints before you take that dip.
Meringue and carhop is no match for the crown. His body is on fire, and his passion is rolling with desire. The cow is on heat and the miracle is underneath my feet. He is running around in the sty so come catch the bull before it dies; the herd is waiting at the crossing with guitar and drums getting ready for that final home run.
Run bacon run, tie up your belly and run, take off your socks and shoes and anchor your feet in the ground before the mid-day news. Take up your baggage and run before you hear the final gun.
They are no match for your ingenuity, your originality and your brevity the crowd is pressing on with courage, ambition and perseverance but the dictator is hiding in the room and you have to remove him before noon.
Run bacon run the race is not yet done, this weekend promises to be fun if you stay in your lane and follow your gut feeling. You have got to know how to roll the dice and you got to know how to run on ice, you must keep your feet firm on the ground and follow the beam on the screen.
Run bacon run, you have three more laps before it’s done, the universe is watching you, and the crowd is patronizing you.Run bacon run, and take control of the track, the president and prime-ministers are in the stands, they are tossing money and playing lot, and way up in the gallery the Saudi dignitaries are getting jittery and the referees are moving around the field taking notes and observing the “goats”. They have thrown a lot of money in this race and anxiety is swelling in their face but they were not in a hurry, for the estimated glory.
Beacon is turning the corner and the crowd is roaring louder, bacon is getting is on the home stretch and it is pulling away in depth. The eastern stand is on fire and it is dancing with pleasure while the northern stand is cruising with the breeze and water is dripping from their knees, they are also on fire.
The western stand is burning with desire and the bacon has just crossed the finishing line in a striking distance of more than fifty meters. I have got to take the bacon home to cool down this internal fire, and give the niceties their final desire.
Run Beacon run!
Everyone is dancing to a new rhythm forcing everyone to sing, the notes are right, the message is tight and this rhythm is causing a fight. Many people are happy with it but many still don’t understand it they just follow the beat and move to the rhythm in the street.
It seems like a gender war and the religious people want to create a brawl, Christendom or the holy land; man wants to claim dominion over woman. That’s not how it was supposed to be, the destiny will decide for you and me when the bulls are in the town, it turns my emotion upside down.
They want to squeeze you in a corner and make years of hard work goes down the drain to make you feel ashamed, they want to snatch the book away from you so that your hard earn dream doesn’t come through and when the day is done you have to get up and run and seek for solace in the sun.
Men has had their time and mother earth is divine we are the fruits of the land and we just want to cross over. Why are you giving us such a hard time when you knew that the message is divine, you are fighting for something that will never be and you will have to cross over and stand by me.
You have got to stop this gender war and work with everyone that wears overall, they are the working-class people and the group that can stand adversity. Work with what is feasible and make your location applicable; remove the juice from the stand and marinate your beef and fish with onion and pepper, add some spice and serve it with rice in a broad dish.
When your objectives are met, you must drain the swamp to keep the mosquitoes off the land.
Some people will have to travel to get a better position or you will waste away to nothing on this flabbergasted island, Babylon has no plans for you and no one is standing up for you. You are like a rolling stone that is gathering no moss and it is time to treat yourself to an expensive frock.
The planes will be landing soon and you must be at the boarding gate before noon, you will be given instructions when you get there, and you must not speak to anyone or participate in any conversation out there.
.I don't understand what the architect wants but we will work out a deal that will finalize your plans and place you in a firm position. Destiny will meet you at the shore and give you the keys to open the door.
I stepped out of the house a little before noon
with hope in my head
courage in my feet and faith in my knees
I knew that I had to go somewhere
to meet someone so dare
But I didn't know where
I rode my bike through the bushy park
and penetrated the deep
Summer was still linger by
shaking dry leaves from sturdy trees
whose branches was scorched by the feverish sun
Autumn is final here and the trees are in despair
Their dry leaves are flying everywhere
Leaving an awful stench in the air
Time is winding down so be prepared
The river is running dry and the clouds are standing by
It is nice to be in the company of trees
To have a closer walk with thee
The snakes are crawling around
and the clowns are hopping on the ground
The birds are rehearsing in the back
And the crickets are having a wonderful chat
I wade through the slow running stream
In search of my passionate dream
So I crossed the stream and enter park
on the other side of London town
yellow flowers brightens the thick bushes
with its colorful light gleaming through the trees
I found a quiet spot and sat on a rock
and relax in the middle of the stream
looking at the leaves falling from the trees
Sumer has sucked the life out of the trees
but they have been purified in the breeze
I feel a sudden peace over me
while read the pages in the book
Suddenly I heard a rambling in the bush
So I held up my head and look
A reindeer antlers emerged from the bush
she walked down the slope and stood on the rock
and stared directly at me
It stared and stared and stared
And even when I photographed it
It continue to stare and would not disappear
Shortly there was another sound
and baby deer appeared and walked in the water
and went back in the bushes
but mother reindeer continue to stare
I wanted to walked over and touch her antlers
But just as I thought of it she went up the hill
A strange feeling came over me
I wonder what it wanted to tell me
My hands started to shake my hearts started to race
And the meaning was as clear as a day
one two three we are waiting for thee
I got up from the rock and circle around the track
But the reindeer was no where to be found
it suddenly vanished.
Take me to the mountain of hope
Where I can find a place to replenish my soul
Take me to the mountain near the sea
where I can spend quiet time with thee
I want to breathe fresh air again and
Rejuvenate the youthful years with my friend
I want to walk upon sturdy rocks and scream
Across the ocean with all the energy I’ve got
Come and climb this mountain with me
and enjoys beautiful scenery.
Days have gone by and I could not see what
Was waiting for me but I had the feelings that
Something was going on and one day I would
compose a blissful song, one that will recapture
the memory of my stolen youth
and make the universe happy and submit the proof.
It will sell more than a hundred million copies
And move the world in another dimension
When they catch the rhythm of this blissful song
I cannot compose it on flat land
and I want you to understand
it is the musical arrangement that goes with
the words that will create the perfect verse
And if the rhythm is right, nature will
Fill the hills and valleys with it.
And saturate your mind and body in it.
Take me to the mountain where I can see
What is happening to thee, there is trouble
Hanging over your head and the universe wants you dead
Oh what profanity has taken over the world
I have the perfect solution to redeem your soul
Go to the mountain and gaze at the stars and watch the
clouds as it dissolve into the deep blue sky
it has a special pattern that the naked eyes cannot see
and only the artist can highlight it for thee
Hold my hands so that I can stand and look straight in the sky
And you will see what is disrupting the order of the sea
Two hearts make merry but only one will tell the story
Of how we bore the pain to make the universe right again
Meet me before noon so that we can talk things over before
Your emotions spills over; you have got to get it right for we
Have made too much sacrifice, everyone is waiting for thee
so change the tune and take them through this ecstatic moment in History.
It has to be done to clear the way and appease the younger generation.
Climb the mountain of hope and refreshed your cumbersome soul and nature will make your whole.
The Sounds of Silence
By: Simon & Garfunkle
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciERzSFRwzk
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With a Little Salt and Lime
Hello Jose my old friend
I've come to guzzle you again
The party started before afternoon
I started sipping on you far too soon
My last SENTENCE I fear was slightly slurred
(Vision blurred)
Forgot to EEEET----my breakfast
They look with pity upon me
'Can't hold his liquor', they agree
Now I'm weaving when I try to walk
Senseless babble when I try to talk
Then I feel the NEEEED to flee to an old-oak-tree
(To heave and pee)
but cannot LOOOZE---- my breakfast
Did not like his tone at all
Got myself into a brawl
I quickly put him in his rightful place
Broke his knuckles with my pretty face
Shoulda’ had my OOOATS but didn't so alas!
(I kiss the grass)
and now my ASSSS----is breakfast
In the morning I awake
moaning with a bad headache
Bright-sun glaring through the window pane
I whine and whimper in my wretched pain
In the next room a TV-is-blaring
and screams in my pounding-ear
(No thank you dear)
Believe I'll PASS on----breakfast
*Moral of the story: Never drink before noon OR on an empty stomach...
I always thought that I knew love
How intense that feeling could be
But, you were my gift from above
Just exactly what I'd need
I never thought I'd be a mother
I thought that time had past
It was a shock to believe another
For I was pregnant at last
I was 39 at the time
I felt kind of tired and old
My doctor said that I was fine
And a child is precious like gold
It wasnt always very easy
Being pregnant, working each day
Some times I'd get kind of queasy
But, eventually it went away
Tests, ultrasounds, bloodwork , all were fine
An amnio to see if you were okay
Monthly appointments, filled much of my time
Everything was progressing each day
I worked until the day before
Your grandparents flew out to see
I was very ready, couldn't take no more
Wanted my child for just for me
Finally the day had come,when I was to see my son
I got up early, got everything ready, even checked your room.
Slowly I drove to the hospital ,awaiting for the fun
For this was it what I had waited for, i'd see you before noon.
At the hospital they readied me
A Doctor put a catheter in my back
My Mom and Dad rushed up to see
Their grandchild in a wrap
I told them of my nervousness
How I forgot the words to say
So together we as a family
We were able to pray
I had to wait for a long time
Emergency twins were on the way
They said I was next in line
In the holding room was where I stay
So at 930 they brought me in to the room
They draped a sheet in front of my face
I hoped my head wouldn't zoom
I wanted to start this race
At 9:54 you came into my life
Your Dad ran to the end to see
The child that was bore by his wife
We became a family of three
My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy
It was all so new, I never had felt it before
Here's your child, perfect, handsome, and its a boy
For on that day my love for you grew even more
The bond between a mother and son
Is a story that can't be told
To look into your little eyes, I was overcome
My memories of that first time will never get old
So on this day when you had came
Was the best day I could have ever thought
Never mind fortune and fame
To have a child is a lesson in life that can never ever be taught.
Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I patiently watched their short lived freedom evaporating in thin cold air.
They once bore the amour of truth from the days of their youth but with the passing of time, wisdom has crossed over to the other side and reality runs like mad men through the street.
You don’t know the price of goods for you have been living in the woods, raisin buns have gone up and the eagle bread is soaring in the sky. The prices are way out of reach and it is hard to compete; anxiety is running throughout the town and the hustlers are running around looking for cheap barging.
Food is going to be rationed again, run and tell your friend, get ready for the big overhaul, it is going to make some people bawl, a pound of chicken for ten American dollars, a pound of steak for twelve dollars, eggs for six dollars a dozen, rice, flour, sugar and cornmeal for three dollars and fifty cents per pound, oatmeal for six dollars and fifty cents per pack and seawater fish for five dollars a pound what more can I say when reality stares you in the face, you have to do something before it’s too late.
Come and share your bread with me and I will make your dream come true, come and share your bread with me and enjoy my company. The people are coming out of the lion’s den, they are looking for new friends, one bread to feed a family of five; and there peace and love will abide.
There is just not enough for everyone and reality is singing a different song so meet me at the garden center before noon because my family and friends will be coming home soon.
I have to buy buckets, mops, bleach, and detergent to clean out the place and air freshener to neutralize the mouly smells in the corners. I need garden rakes and brooms, a big shovel and a wheel barrow, we are going to clean inside out and we are going to make the devil shout; I need board hammers and nails to keep the dogs behind the gate so meet me at the garden center before it’s too late.
Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I patiently watched their short lived freedom evaporating in thin cold air.
They once bore the amour of truth from the days of their youth but with the passing of time, wisdom has crossed over to the other side and reality runs like mad men through the street.
You don’t know the price of goods for you have been living in the woods, raisin buns have gone up and the eagle bread is soaring in the sky. The prices are way out of reach and it is hard to compete; anxiety is running throughout the town and the hustlers are running around looking for cheap barging.
Food is going to be rationed again, run and tell your friend, get ready for the big overhaul, it is going to make some people bawl, a pound of chicken for ten American dollars, a pound of steak for twelve dollars, eggs for six dollars a dozen, rice, flour, sugar and cornmeal for three dollars and fifty cents per pound, oatmeal for six dollars and fifty cents per pack and seawater fish for five dollars a pound what more can I say when reality stares you in the face, you have to do something before it’s too late.
Come and share your bread with me and I will make your dream come true, come and share your bread with me and enjoy my company. The people are coming out of the lion’s den, they are looking for new friends, one bread to feed a family of five; and there peace and love will abide.
There is just not enough for everyone and reality is singing a different song so meet me at the garden center before noon because my family and friends will be coming home soon.
I have to buy buckets, mops, bleach, and detergent to clean out the place and air freshener to neutralize the mouly smells in the corners. I need garden rakes and brooms, a big shovel and a wheel barrow, we are going to clean inside out and we are going to make the devil shout; I need board hammers and nails to keep the dogs behind the gate so meet me at the garden center before it’s too late.
Dump Artificial Goals, Live a Purposeful Life!
Do your goals disappoint you, like verse without rhyme,
There's an urgency missing; all go overtime,
Are you jealous of others whose goals play a part
In much larger endeavors that border on Art?
Your life needing direction? Your path lacking light?
Well, these simple directions can help end your plight.
First, consider examples of just what goals are,
They can be very simple, "Go look at a star!"
A bit more complicated, "Mow lawn before noon,"
Difficulty increasing, "Learn words and the tune!"
What do goals have in common? Beginning and end!
And you know if accomplished, no way to pretend!
So then why do some goals seem to carry a glow?
Is it not goals but actors that make them seem so?
Could it be there's a purpose that gives them their shine?
It's like handing girl roses to say, "Please be mine!"
If a boy just laid roses beside a girl's chair,
Without giving her notice, would she know they're there?
A child's purpose might change on a dime, be perverse,
But a grownup's can last for all time, the reverse.
If you're wise, you will know; use your purpose to grow!
When our goals do shine bright, purpose gives them their light!
Those who share our goals make us feel fine (as a friend!)
But the one who shares purpose we dine, (without end!)
Brian Johnston
15th of June 2018
Poet's Notes:
The poem says it all, but perhaps it is too subtle. Let me drive its point home. The message is too important for me to leave you mystified if you are?
If reaching a goal disappoints you, the most likely reason is that your goals don't align with your life's purpose. Ah, but if you have not yet committed to a life purpose, or do not know what yours is, how will you ever live up to your potential? Having a purpose in life is what makes you-you!
As a simple example of applying this poem to your life, ask yourself, "However, will I find the perfect partner for me?" The correct answer is not the one you have now, i.e., to find a partner who shares your goals! Instead, look for a partner who shares your purpose!