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They spoke of a Cowboy. Maybe the greatest Cowboy of all thyme is
GalBouis LeRoux! His professional career started manymoons ago.
His Paw was Known named Catgut LeRoux, her was a first chair flutist
in a Sleazy Big Band Get-up. He was also a carnerval worker, taveling regional
area's doing clown jobs and fixing carnvel equipment. One night the strongman
was ill and they asked "Ole Carny" to fill in for him in the rasslin match. He took
the job and still did the gig , taping up his thumb saaying he broke it his losing endeavor
in the bout. His wife said he came home excited and aroused, she said
she became pregant that night, having a Bouncing baby boy nine months later.
People liked making a lyer out of him, so when she called and said she was pregant
and the child was his and to get his" Rutti Tutti songbird ass" down here he did!
GalBouis she said wheeze ah fixing to have us sum chirrin" Years later at the same carnivel were his Ole Paw made his debut, GalBouis LeRoux made his debut bout. "He was sponsered by Accent Cola Brand"
he'd drink the stuff everyday, one night he started talking with an Accent and I called the company and told them,"He crazy now" said his loving wife. GalBouis put your ass in this seat and sign this ole form or paper,Huh, yeah is officail now" she said. GalBouis calmly sat and signed. We is ah fixxing to rassle now, huh? She said hold a oboe and a bottle of expensvie wine,:Get the Bayleaves outta the broth we is ready for eatin now" aint that rite GalBouis LeRoux? Yes Honey he say!
A world seen through open eyes,
No one is wearing a disguise,
Sharing a part of their prize,
As their love starts to rise.
Silencing hungers cry,
No longer slaves to their demise,
People growing wise to the lies,
No longer afraid,
They claim their lives.
As humanity strives for a brighter tomorrow,
Love comes in drowning the sorrow,
No need to beg, borrow or ask,
Money will have a different task.
As we bask in our dreams,
Listening to the streams,
As the sun beams,
Joy into every seam.
People and nature in harmony,
Animals are no longer mean,
Now that the system is balanced and clean,
Everyone is on the same team.
We affix a new regime,
Where love is the leader,
The Preacher, and teacher,
Within the Heart of every creature.
The old soldiers Café
We went to my favoured restaurant it is no longer so,
on a table near us sat a group of Ukrainians eating plenty
of meat with sausage and the server said there was no more left
so we lunched on a dish I wasn`t keen on.
Eight of them men with brutal faces and as the wine flowed
they spoke about the war and killing Russians.
Two of them looked like assassins, those with long knives
who kill silently in the night, eating the food I wanted.
My wife said I was fantasising they were workmen who
had left their country to seek employment elsewhere I was not sure.
My food didn’t look as good as theirs, so we left early and
I didn`t eat my food left the glass of wine untouched in a futile
attempt to show my dislike, but no one noticed.
I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands.
I felt like a slot machine whore.
The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand
I abandon my past at the shore.
So, I shook off the sand, turned my back to the surf,
Locked up my anatomy bones, took a number two pencil,
A number nine cloud and set off for the mountains alone.
There was nothing but traffic stretched bumper to butt.
Gave a thought to a change of career.
I was stuck on I-80, my foot on the clutch,
Feeling life slip away in first gear.
Had to exit the freeway and find my way home.
Didn’t miss it, just favored the sound
Of someone I know simply saying, “Hello,
Been too long since we’ve seen you around.”
Found a town full of hipsters with hats made of whims,
And jeans that screamed, “Don’t let me down!”
Spliced the mainbrace on Bank Street and wandered about.
Crossed the bridge to the north side of town.
Grabbed my bat when I got to the ballpark.
Checked my stance when I stepped to the plate.
Eyed a runaway fastball aimed straight for my chin.
Up and in, slammed it far and away.
Felt hard in between and hard in betwixt.
Been disavowed and eighty-sixed.
There’s broke in me that can’t be fixed.
I’m bad, and I’ve never been badder,
But I wonder was it worth it,
The cost of all I had to lose to get here.
I’m a fish out of water that learned how to walk.
A fish out of water for sure.
But I’m living it up like the Duke of Burgoyne
And my Duchess is luscious and pure.
It’s been a long hard road to Easyville
Where I manage my domain on Tunnel Hill.
And I haunt the ravines between Cromby and Mingo,
My barony a triumph of the will.
It is always hard to measure
When people experience romantic pleasure
Expressing love
Peaceful as a dove
For one another
Warm sentiments resulting in Father and Mother
And the results could be
A family of three
But why can the knot
Initiated from the looks they both got
Bringing soothing trust
Nervously crumbling at the knees begging a must
Is it a crime?
Just to make a lifelong commitment in time
Gazing into the eyes
Never telling any lies
Focusing on a career
Enjoying the weekend friendly beer
Travelling the world
Being the honeymoon guy and girl
For some reason
Due to couple’s pleasing
Physical interaction
Definition being getting some action
Creates a situation
Admitting the wife labeled hospital patient
Products to buy
Encountering all night cries
Classes experience and try
Pulled in different directions
Bride’s body constantly under inspection
Scared of rejection
Honest facades no need for confession
Economy stupid issue a reality addressing
Dinner table clean up isn’t only messing
Diapers are only one’s guessing
Challenging the pair
Come together in care
As they share
This component to the marriage affair
When stork day arrives
And the newborn realizes they are alive
It is a joyous thing
Giving glitz and glamour to the bonding ring
Securing those special moments
That had going
Innocent and true
Between two
Who publically stated ‘I do’
Dream Date – Perfect Woman - Didactic
I like a woman with a pulse
Not too strong though
Competition frightens me
She should come from parents, (maybe two)
Not hatched from an egg
Skin of seasoned leather with cratered face
If her leg is missing, left or right, that’s ok
As long as she has one to hop away
Crime should always be on her mind
Stealing wallets and purses makes her perfect
I don’t like to work so there must be a career girl lurking
The perfect woman carries her own paper bags
For her face while making love and robbing banks
I want a girl who comes with her own card board box for two
A place that we call home
If she is psychotic that’s fine too
A girl with stinky feet and monster tattoos will do
And takes a butcher knife to bed when day is done
I like adventure
11/21/14 "Didactic Poem" Poetry Contest
Interst he found it hard to stay
interested, probably due to his
lack of relating to the subject matter.
Things I had never seen
words that didn't relate to the subject matter
" love what do it look like
and what does it want me to see"
" concern for all people
who has such concern for me"
What is love that you wish that of me
what is the conflict when i ask if
you love me?
than in retrospect one must ask one's self
Love detail's what: especially when
you have someone else.
Than that love is unseen but felt
it involves things in return?
No the voice inside of me say's
Love often involves no return.
I love you Groovey Sounding Orchestra Song
that makes people jump from there seats
I love you Orchestra grooving song
That makes people dance to the beat
your Percussions and strings
when they "Whoomp" with the horns
Description of the strings
they are created and formed
groovin'- groovin' yeah
that's the one!
I love you something song
those lyrics are right on!
The childhood long left behind, waned
on course of climbing career trajectory.
In hectic life pursuing promises prime
he had always felt the shortage of time,
so short all the time he was on the run,
climbing two steps of stairs at a time.
Once when his legs betrayed giving in
his head hit the side wall, all was dark.
In injured brain of hurt neuroanatomy
cortal neuron network went haywire.
Dismembered memory disappeared,
he had lost the sense of flow of time
that stopped still in present undefined.
Fractured reasoning intuit collapsed,
nothing connected with anything
in isolated snapshots of disjointed life.
He didn’t know what sadness was
for his maimed mind couldn’t feel
the subtle touch of frozen feelings.
He returned to the childhood world,
stayed there with himself till the end.
December 31, 2018
I remember it well.
The feeling was swell.
It happened once a year;
An event most precious and dear.
The fragrance was in the air.
It was still mid-Spring, but from the sky,
There protruded the aroma of summer.
I hasten to say, it was a beautiful first of May.
And presently, I pause with warm affections, to reflect,
To muse upon the emotions that were like no other day.
To us, May Day was like a holiday encased in amusements.
It was time to plait the Maypole.
With coordination and precision, we flowed
With the rhythm of the music as we danced and skipped
Around the pole, plaiting eye-catching bright and bold colors.
They were rainbow colors, filled with life, like those in our hearts.
Oh, what lovely and memorable visions of childhood, so real and vivid.
No selfies or videos, but the pictures are forever painted in our souls.
It's true that life took us away, far from the shores of childhood festivities.
In our career years, we are encumbered with futuristic aspirations, but as
the locomotive of life slows, our minds swing back to the Maypoles of yesterday.
050422PS
Lad, use thy prime time
Despise thy prime time
And behold as thou wilt
Loose thy shine time.
Life is not a roller costar
If thou wilt not sit and ponder
Thou wilt with thy own hands falter.
Lad use thy prime time
If thou hated a future lime time.
Art thou not a seer of the successful?
Life is not only for gin and juice
So if thou wilt really avoid mass losses,
Start now by planning the wearing of thy
Victories.
Who says the top can't be crowded?
If thou slacken and refrain from
Utilizing thy potentials, thy top wilt be blurred
And crowded when old age knocketh...
Lad, use thy prime time.
CM Onyilo.
(Lightning Ink).