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The Donkey of Destiny
The party was set, the guests were invited,
The adults were happy, the kids all excited.
All going to plan; the hosts were delighted,
Then the Donkey of Destiny brayed – he-haw!
The Donkey of Destiny brayed.
The Board of Directors set forth their campaign,
To conquer their industry, supremely reign,
To guarantee ultimate financial gain,
Til the Donkey of Destiny brayed – he-haw!
The Donkey of Destiny brayed.
Military leaders made their decision,
Troops were deployed with painstaking precision.
Soon they would realise their tactical vision,
Then the Donkey of Destiny brayed – he-haw!
The Donkey of Destiny brayed.
To amuse the young children, a day out was planned,
Buckets and spades and sunshine and sand.
Ice-cream and fish-and-chips; seaside brass band,
But the Donkey of Destiny brayed – he-haw!
The Donkey of Destiny brayed.
There’s nothing as fickle as Destiny’s Donkey,
Capricious as weather, and sly as a monkey,
Be certain that everyone’s hopes will turn funky,
When the Donkey of Destiny brays – he-haw!
When the Donkey of Destiny brays.
The puppet pranced
The strings frayed
A jackass brayed
As poppin’ hoppys
Sat and rose
In ballet dance
Of well browned nose
Applause and “clapture”
of Stockholm rapture
A mocking strut
Of failing stature
Overseers jaundiced eyes
Pundits seeking pulitz prize
Dissect the metaphoric frog
Wash it down with pints of grog
Amidst the spin of liars din
They shout pick me let’s ride again
Update quickly twitter feeds
Sating lustful twitter needs
Condense a two hour monologue
Into a twenty-five word blog
Check the facts, don’t be a chump
It’s just another “word soup” dump
John G. Lawless
©2/8/2023
Bees are busy buzzing,
Working happily
Rabbits are still nuzzling
Together 'neath a tree
Brook is babbling blissfully.
As it weaves along its way
The Sun is arising
To welcome this new day
A cock is crowing loudly,
It echoes around the farm
A fox is behaving badly
Causing the chickens' alarm
A cat has spied on a mouse
As it went scampering by
The mouse ran into the house
That made that tom cat cry
Rover, the dog, chased Tom up a tree.
The cat jumped into a nest,
Cracking the eggs, all three
The mother bird was furious,
And pecked the cat on the neck,
A sleepy mole
He peeped out of his hole
And said, "What the heck."
What is going on?
He questioned sleepily
I'm not too fond of the sunlight,
Because I cannot see.
I see very well, indeed,
A voice said from up high
As the flapping wings
Of a wise old owl
Was heard as he passed by
Moo, said the cow,
In a mournful way
Where is the farmer
Is he late today?
The horse said, "Neigh."
He is still in bed.
The Donkey brayed
When will we be fed?
The ducks waddled by
Followed by the gander
The latter is nosy
The former to meander.
The goings on this morning
It was almost beyond belief
When opening his mouth and yawning
Appeared the Farmer to their relief.
HOMOPHONE RHYME STYLE TRIAL
In shining armor I am here, YES, your hero knight
Rushing to your rescue anon, day or night
With my mighty steed, Henry, I’ll come crash down the gate
Watch it when you mount him, he’s got a funny gait
I’ll save you from the tower living on a tiny little cot
Jump into my arms and I by my troth you will be caught
I know last time I tried to catch you I may have missed
But alas, it was so foggy, I could not see past the mist
I’ll do better next time, or mayhaps I’ll bring a ladder
You can trust the former, even if you choose the latter
You needn’t be so offended to make me and Henry wait
I only asked for his sake if you’d gained a little weight
I snuck past enemy lines to find you, slid down the castle chute
Sorry if I got a little nervous when the guards began to shoot
It was only a potato gun, I still should not have ducked
Or pushed you backwards onto Henry waiting underneath the duct
I’ll free you always, whether from monsters or an evil reign
As long as it’s nice weather, Henry doesn’t like the rain
That dragon doesn’t stand a chance, through the air I flew
Well, I was going to… but I threw up, I had the flu
I was going to bellow, “Beshrew thee!” but my voice was a bit hoarse
I really am Prince Charming, just with a temperamental horse
My apologies he ate your hair, he thought it was hay in your braid
It’s possible he’s an ass, as nay, he doesn’t neigh, but hey, he brayed?
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Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
No grass survives your fallow glade,
when opportunist needs invade
and bleed the lives from every blade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging song is brayed
but dirges of the wronged soon fade
and urges pant their serenade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Agendas you arrange cascade
to keep your motives undisplayed
and cover cracks in your charade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
You planted with your soiled spade
these spoiled seeds in hopes that they'd
advance the rancid plots you'd laid
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In kind, your ruined past replayed
will find each bloom on whom you've preyed
entombed in blighted beds you've made
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When you mounted that lame horse,
I should have said something,
Oh, I forgot I did say something and then....
The horse boo-whooed, nickered and brayed to you ..
Until things became confused, setting you up to be betrayed.
You were not mine to win or lose.
That day you rode away with her...is the same day that
a crippled horse, crippled our relationship!
Yet, it was she who was the bully on the playground.
She set us both up...
She saw I was that blessing in the lives of many.
.
She befriended Me “Only to try and replace me.
She thought I was your lady...not knowing
I am that blessing that God puts in people lives,
when they need a friend,” without strings''.
You could cry to me; I uplift and demand nothing -
That’s what befuddled that devil!
I, being the most loved on the playground of your life
upset her plans as she wanted no outside influences;
Her goal and aim were to destroy my watchful eye,
so she could devour you.
Now with me out of the picture you are once again,
sadly without a true friend!
She has many more loved ones for you to turn against.
She will knock them off one by one until you are with none:
She has you at her command.
She’ll destroy you and...
Then she’ll run and hide behind whatever
guilt -shield is available.!
I still feel sad because I should have acted a fool,
and never allowed you to ride off into the sunset
mounted on that lame demented horse.
Somehow, now I see you using your new
found substance to write emphatically
so be strong or be broken substantially.
Our love was not sexual and man’s weakness is lust...
But in the end Love Wins.
This is a message to a good friend.
About a lame horse.
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Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where I played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Sweet grass dies in my fallow glade
as opportunist needs invade
and bleed the life from every blade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging song is brayed,
then dirges of the helpless fade
and urges pant their serenade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Agendas I've arranged cascade
to keep my motives undisplayed
and cover cracks in my charade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
I've planted with my soiled spade
slick seeds of doubt in hopes that they'd
conceal the putrid plots I've laid
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
My blighted past will be replayed
and every bloom on whom I've preyed
must lie now in the beds I've made
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In the land of Timbuktoo
Two people lived there, one was you
The population went up to three
When a monkey fell from a tree
The monkey made an awful clatter
His family came down to see what was the matter
They all make a terrible to do
As over their heads flew a cockatoo
The cockatoo squawked, "What the heck?"
And bit a monkey in the neck
A sleepy mole came out of his hole
As a slippery snake slithered down a pole
A wolf howled from far away
In a shed a donkey brayed
"What's all the hullabaloo?"
Said a passing red kangaroo
Chasing after a frightened rat
Came a hungry, angry cat
A mouse scurried by in a hurry
It knew it had cause to worry
A lamb said "baa". a horse said "neigh"
You and I ran away
Realizing it wasn't fair
To have human beings living there
A barn on a hill.
Beside was a wheat mill.
Corn grew in tall stalks.
"Ding, Dong!" said the clocks.
Early morning sunshine.
Finally 'twas feeding time!
Grass was the main course.
Hay for the horse.
I fed seed to the hens.
Jersey Cows in their pens.
Kid goats brayed.
Llamas strayed.
My kitten was purring.
Nobody was listening.
Oh, the pigs are squeeling.
Piggies, I'm coming!
Quickly, I ran to the shed.
Roosters, waiting to be fed.
Sheep with their fuzzy wool.
Turkeys want a handful.
Under the warm sun’s heat.
Vegetables, washed and ready to eat.
Watered the lawn early today.
Xeriscaping now takes place.
Y’all would’ve loved this day.
Zip-dee-doo-da-yay!
Continued from Part 2
Beyond the suburbs, farmers’ fields (where donkeys often brayed)
inhale gray gusts of barren dust where living seed once laid
and in the haze a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade.
Green trees gone dark in palace parks (where kids once paused to play),
watch lifeless things on phantom swings (like statues made of clay)
guard marbled tombs in graveyards groomed for grievers bent to pray.
And castle clocks, unwound, defrock with speechless spinning spokes,
unfurling blight of reigning Night by sweeping off her cloaks,
and flaunting dun oblivion, her Baroness evokes.
The sun-bleached bones of those who'd flown lie scattered down the lanes
while other souls who’d hid in holes left bones with yellow stains
of plaintive tears (shed insincere, for no one felt the pains).
The wraiths that scream in sleepless dreams have ceased to terrify
though terrors wrought by conscience fraught now stalk and lurk nearby
within the shrouds of curtained clouds, frail fabrics on the sky.
And fog no longer seeps beyond the edge of doom’s café,
for when she trails her mourning veils, she fills the cabaret
with sallow smears of misty tears in sheets of shallow gray.
The City’s still, like hollowed quill with ravished feathered vane,
baptized in floods of spattered blood, once flowing through a vein.
The fruits of life, destroyed in strife... ’twas truly all in vain.
No umbras hum with jagged tongues nor sing a silent psalm
nor lade pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm –
they've seen, you see, life’s brevity, beneath a neutron bomb.
EPILOGUE
Beyond the Silent City’s walls, the victors laugh and play
while celebrating PEACE ON EARTH, the devil’s sobriquet
for neutron radiation death in places far away.
End