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ON DAY 1 of Noel my sweetie gave to me a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
ON DAY 2 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 3 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 4 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 5 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red
Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 6 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 7 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 8 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 9 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 9 Bull Elk Dancing
8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 10 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 10 Lambs a Leaping
9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 11 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping
Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 12 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 12 Canadian Lynx linking
11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
This piece was done with help from a friend, Homer(@chrysomer on Instagram), please do check him out. We took turns, alternating with each line. He began, then on and on it went. I’ll be starting his lines with “[H]” and mine with “[P]”, so keep track if you can??
I’m a fan of Brent Weeks’. Some content is tied to ideas used in his Shadow Books: ‘Beyond the Shadows’, ‘Shadow’s Edge’, and ‘The Way of Shadows'(must reads, for all epic fantasy, fiction lovers out there).
Enjoy!
WARRIOR KING’S PLIGHT
[H] Despondent delinquent, I gaze into an abyss
[P] My raging ruler’s spirit, impugning as is
[H] Fiery and blazing, like a dragon’s breath it seethes
[P] Would that winter dawns upon my gazing
[H] But winter frolics and brings with it seasons whitening
[P] And neither snow nor white ash could taint this pitch
[H] The gods had already pissed and ruined its green
[P] Now myrtle and mistletoe, birds never may preen
[H] Not hens, not eagles nor owls may perch
[P] Still I gazed into this abyss, this pitch, watching it stretch
[H] The length of the waste was in miles at best
[P] The breadth of it, the monsters! a roaming nest
[H] Vicious and hungry, they roamed for prey, eyes wandering, they suddenly settled on me
[P] But I expected this, longed for the chaos; Come!
[H] They lunged forward, baring their frightening teeth, some still drooping the flesh of fresh meat
[P] I draw my savage broadsword, cloaked in rage and revenge
[H] Glittering with the black diamonds entrusted to me in Hades
[P] My stance paints an undying picture, and Cerulean steel meets pitch
[H] My blade whistles a singsong of vengeance, eager to spill blood in this battlefield
[P] I am one man
[H] My sword is legion
[P] My will drives my blade, my will overwhelms my reality; when does it end?
[H] It just did, he snapped out of his 3D and sighed heavily
[P] Lol… That was a good one
There was no theme or working structure to this. We just randomly started this in a group on WhatsApp.
Please, don't forget to comment. :)
Form:
" LAKESIDE" LAUN NIOSES AND " BIG KNUCKLE" TRYST HESSLER
WERE VICTORIUS IN A TAG BOUT AGAINST
GALBITRON TU M'AIMES AND " THE spotLIGHT" BRENT SPINNER
A SCIENTIFIC CLASSIC SAW
" THE WORLDS FINEST" JEFFREY GRANT
VERSES
RINGO " BLACK WASP" STUBBLE
using a depths grapevine figure four
(standing version) stubble made grant
call for the bell at 16;45 ending Grants
never- submitted streak!
three corner " take-on"
" MY wIFE FREIND" cRAWLIN mOSSINSINGER
AND " CRAZY MAN" SAUCEY LAPIN
verses
" THE SHUDDER RUG'S DANCER" DRED CAULDRON,
" MAIN-MAN" RUDY SAYSOO
verses
"SWEETY" PAWL SCULLY
in a three cornered brawl, were two teams verses one man ( the giant "sweety pawl scully
defeated both teams after scoring pinfalls against mossinsinger
and cauldron, this put's him into title contention.
"Daryl's Devil" Frank Rizzo and Daryl " moneyclip" Sawyer
outwrestled "THE CUDDLEDOG DOLLS" SPIKE AND GNAWS
USING "AN ON HIGH TOP FADE" CLOTHESLINE
TO SCORE THE VICTORY.
"DREAM LYRIC" LANNY LOUFFER-DAME MADE QUICK WORK OF
" BIG SKY " DOPPLER MC DIFFADULT WINNING VIA COUNT OUT
KEEPING "THE COVANT CROWN OF THORNES" CHAMPIONSHIP
"DINGY" DANNYBOY PICKETT
WRESTLED THE GRINDSTONE GIGGLER
TO A 14 MINUTE DRAW.
AFTER THE BOUT "THE GRINDSTONE GIGGLER"
WAS UNMASKED. iT CAUSED A MEMBER OF
THE WORLD LEAGUE WRESTLING PROMOTION
TO PROTEST THE OFFICAILS DECISION,
THE CHALLENGE BOUGHT TWELVE MEN INTO THE RING
IT INTERUPPED THE SHOW FOR TWENTY MINUTES.
AFTER THE SHOW WE FOUND OUT THAT PART OF
THE JOINT VENTURE BETWEEN
WORLD LEAGUE WRESTLING AND CANADIAN WORLD CLASS
WERE CONTRACTED TO NOT ALLOW EITHER ORGANIZATION WRESTLERS TO UNMASK OR REMOVE FACE-PAINT
OF ANY WRESTLER.
IT HAPPENS THE GUY WHO WRESTLED AS
" THE GRINDSTONE GIGGLER, WAS THE
CANADAIN NATION CHAMPION
WHO HAD NOT HAMMERED OUT A DEAL TO WRESTLE AS
CHAMPION.
BY UNMASKING THE GIGGLER: PICKET EXPOSED THE CONTROVERY
THAT THE OFFICAILS SOUGHT TO KEEP QUEIT.
stay tuned for updates on this dilmma.
This article is about the underground lyricist and outlaw musician. For other uses, see Zoltan Goliath, Brent Scorn, Lydia Fox, C. Günter Marrow, Elzbieta Bienga (disambiguation).
Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
Mother's Day Tribute
To Mother
Things are complicated, and I’m frustrated
And gag to hear you say with parental authority
“When you’re older, you’ll understand better!”
Well, that’s a long way into the future, and I’m present
So spare me the lecture and tell me something important
Like, why am I not pretty like Jilly or smart like Brent?
Why are you always naïve and treat me like a baby?
Like when I ask questions that don’t sound silly to me.
I have feelings so quit being mean by talking down to me.
Just because I’m dependent on you for everything
I will grow up and act more adultish so give me space
Because I still want to play and pretend with children my age.
I know more than you think and just because I don’t express
Or fret over realistics that are trivialities to me of everyday living
I’m still a part of this household and not just a piece of furniture.
Love me because I love you, but sometimes you overdo
The love bit too much, which leaves me blue
To say hurtful things that I regret later; I am a work in progress.
***
Ode To Mother
My mother was dear to me.
She is my guardian angel.
When I dreamed, she always believed
When I failed, she sorely was anguished.
The life she bore in labour
Began, if not for the love of God
And came together in her womb
Then, months later, entered the world.
Whole, a physical specimen
Completely formed with heart and soul
A miracle from our Saviour
Dependent on her for everything;
And by Grace she raised the babe to maturity
To become the person, you see, that is me.
***
Note:
Mother’s Day: ‘Mother’s Day’ is celebrated on the second Sunday in May. It was created by Anna Jarvis (1864-1948) in 1908, and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson officially proclaimed Mother’s Day a national U.S.A. holiday. In Canada, Mother’s Day is not a holiday, but a day of observance.
A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever
I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason
I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife
I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy
I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance
I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug
For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray
Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden
I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace
Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
*
"He was not a wanton killer as dark as a Mexican.
He was a fair complexioned boy who was always smiling.
He was very brave and loyal to all of his friends.
When he was killed, many Spanish girls mourned for him."
- Carlota Baca Brent
*
"He was a remarkable boy, more advanced than the young men back then
and he undoubtedly had the makings of a great man in him."
- Susan McSween
*
"He had laughing blue eyes, always smiling or laughing.
He was always a gentleman most accommodating.
He had a shy timid look suggesting great innocence
and all of this took with the young ladies at once."
- Lily Casey Klasner
*
"All of the wrongs have been charged to him
and yet we who truly did come to know and love him
know that he was good and had great qualities.
Our silence has been a great injustice to he."
- Martin Chavez
*
"He stayed with me at my home for most of one winter,
during which time we became staunch friends.
He always found a touch of humor in everything.
I never enjoyed better company.
He was humorous and told me many amusing stories.
He never seemed to care much for money.
He never drank but would go to the bar with anybody,
and he never used tobacco in any form.
Always in good humor and ready to do a kind act for someone."
- George Coe
*
"He was born into poor circumstances and did what he did to get by it.
He was a thousand times better and braver than any man hunting him,
and that includes Sheriff Pat Garrett."
- Frank Coe,
*
"OK, I watched Young Guns again and flipped my lid,
causing me to yet again come to the defense of Billy, the Kid.
His was the tragedy of a young man who might have lived to know greatness
if not for the fact that he suffered a most dire injustice"
- SillyBilly, theKidster
I'm building a spaceship in my garden shed
From old bits of second hand cars
It's due to depart in a couple of months
Not to Uranus,Venus or Mars
But far further away in the cosmos
Lies a planet quite similar to Earth
With an atmosphere simply to die for
Yes it's Kepler dash 186f
There room for at least a dozen or so
And I'm currently making a list
Of some of my friends who might fancy the trip
But I think I will have to insist
That they bring some warm clothes for the journey
Some sandwiches, cakes and a flask
'cause five hundred light years is quite distant
But I think they'll be up to the task
I'm obliged to ask Peter and Suzy
Well they asked us for Christmas last year
And Bill and Claudette from the Alderman's Arms
I could put them in charge of the beer
There's Mary and Phil, they're already an item
There's Vera McKinlay and Brent
Then there's Tommy and Sue, I just had to invite them
As Tommy's the one with the tent
I've ensured that they're all of childbearing age
And I'll pair them all up from the start
And I'll seat them together to help them
get familiar before we depart
Then as soon as we land on the planet
We'll get down to the business in hand
And in no time at all there'll be hundreds of us
To develop our new wonderland
So I'll soon have the craft fit for lift-off
And I've filled up the rockets with gas
And I'm sure they'll withstand the explosion
Cause I've used only best fibreglass
Then as soon as my crew are assembled
And the satnav is fitted and primed
We'll be heading for Kepler dash 186f
And one more giant step for mankind
when onset
of periodontal disease didst rear
innocuously unbeknownst then,
that...nada one tooth experts could spare
though grievously sad to bid teeth adieu
now, tis gratitude these words
pour favor at a tear
and second to none false teeth
at age LIX doth veer
rill lee inspire this
very satisfied patient
February of 2018th year.
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back in the day
aye gladly placed trust
asper resigned then questionable oral fate
before hairs turned gray
joining high achiever pact (and pack)
to endure academic gauntlet
divesting global incentive
with alacrity, humility, tenacity
and thus this poetic disquisition
to pay homage to aspiring successful
and alumni sporting ring of brass
aye honor within elite chattering class
one significant summa cum laude graduate
sum decades ago,
perhaps reclining, reflecting, and reimagining
latex gloved gloved hands (now retired)
'pon some tropical island paradise,
or freshly mown grass
incognito with sun glasses
revels Doctor John Brent
perchance bred (bingo) begot astute lass
or lad exemplary instructing
thru his own blood, sweat and tears
who (for x number of years)
treated patients in an ever growing mass
sieve lee tending a family dental practice
within Harleysville, Pennsylvania
asserted superb reference (on my behalf)
via telephone to Doctor Montgomery
(aye presume) also enjoying
his twilight phase (if alive - I hope).
Stef, born in New Zealand’s fine country,
Moved to Canada aged 4 with her parents,
Where she had a boating accident aged 9,
Which amputated her right foot for her life.
She’s married to fellow Paralympian fast,
Canadian wheelchair racer Brent Lakatos,
And they both train at Loughborough Uni,
Where there’s a plethora of sports facilities.
Stef graduated from good Queens University,
In Biochemistry with honours and at times,
Is a professional speaker, a fashion model,
And lay preacher of the gospel and the way.
Before the accident Stephanie played rugby,
But afterwards she could not do this because,
Her prosthetic was at risk of detaching itself,
Mid-game and injuring near placed players.
So she went into track and field athletics,
Practised until she became sick and tired,
Which saw her make the 2008 Paralympics,
In Beijing when she won gold for the sprint.
She graced the podium often at small meets,
In Manchester and in London. Christchurch
Saw her flourish when she won two bronzes:
One for the long jump and one for the 200m.
In Swansea at the European games in 2014,
Stef took home for the T44 long jump a gold,
And in the London Paras which introduced,
So many to disability sport, she won a silver.
In Rio she won another silver, on the mark
For TeamGB. She hasn’t always represented,
Britain because when she was much younger,
She competed for Canada’s rocky territory.