Long Dust up Poems
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Unaware of life ahead tough
Youth captured in a photograph
Ambition beamed behind framed glass
Promised future a life of class
Nothing less would define enough.
Through scorching time I travelled far
Dragging life with burnt dreams’ deep scar
In twilight dust up the mountain
Distant from peak still I remain
Failed life from dust can’t uncover.
When time for the sun to set came
Looked at memory in glass frame
Dusk's grey dust tarnished the picture
False promise suffered the rupture
Reflects deformed me as I am.
March 24, 2018
Syllable count : 8 each line
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The snake slips through its own ribs.
It surges away accelerating within its length,
a self-winding mind
pumped through muscular hoops.
A sharpshooting tongue flicks, drilling space,
muscular chains propel scaly flanks.
That elongated, rippling cage,
creates side-winder tractor-prints,
a pattern
etched on the surface
of its underbelly belly.
Its swift purpose now
is to out-speed the threat of my eyes.
I kick some dust up,
the serpent freezes,
then turns to face,
not seeing but tasting,
a scent that could be
the enticing blood-heat of a rabbit,
or the stabbing beak of an eagle,
yet it hesitates, sensing
something alien, different.
If it had shoulders, It would have shrugged,
Instead, I shrug for it,
then walk quickly away.
All the doggies are looking eager, there's a breeze blowing up
Even the older ones are feeling perky, just like they are a pup
All snouts are at the door jambs they all know there is breeze
With the occasional one with dust up their nose outs a sneeze
While their owners are wrapping up and buttoning down coats
As the jiggling of the doggy leads gets all of the doggy’s votes
Then your head's down to miss the oncoming harrowing winds
Doggies love it, and all you see from them is their doggy grins
All that wet and wind must be doing the brain cells some good
Running around in puddles then coming home covered in mud
You're dreading that all over shake down that the doggies love
Then it's mud all over the hallway wallpaper to heavens above
It is time for that bath, or shower, it's now the order of the day
Then getting rosy in front of the fire, the contented doggies lay
Whilst despite protecting yourself from all those outdoor winds
You are even more covered by the natures outdoor unholy sins
You're wet all over from giving the dear mutt a shower, or bath
Looking all bedraggled, hubby, is looking at you stifling a laugh
Your clothes and towels are in the washing machine, all is done
The dog is happy now sleeping it has more than enjoyed its run
Hubby makes a hot cup of tea, then to run you a lovely hot bath
Totally in sympathy with you, just in case he catches your wrath
Both snuggled up in bed arguing who is doing the next dog walk
Next time the dog is eagerly sniffing the door jamb of the porch
© Francis Maugo
At the point when you remember me,
Kindly don't sob.
You attempted everything you could
To rescue my dieing soul
Dear you felt down and out when
Relatives proved unable
To bear the cost
Of my hospital bill
You were generally there for me
Close to my death bay
Nyakwara kindly don't sob
I lived a good life ,
I ran the nine decades race well
And won it ,I fought many battles
And here I am waiting patiently for the Prize
After my triumph
My dear though couldn't see you,I could feel your presence at my death bay
You were there for me till my last breath
Kindly dust up and walk up tall
For all is well,
I have rejoined your grandpa
Who left me several decades ago
Kindly don't weep for I am in safe hands
Have been received warmly
Into this new world
'Nyakwara'kindly take great consideration
Of the promises you made to me
Be the light to bring back the Maugo I used to
Cherish in the 50s
Kindly heed to your parents advice
Take good care of yourself
Weep no more
For I my soul is
In good place
He stepped down from the stagecoach kicking dust up with his boot
He stood a while, he lacked a smile, his teeth gripped his cheroot
His Stetson it was thick with dust, his guitar case was too
He looked around this downbeat town; found no man that he knew
He’d travelled to this lawless town of which he’d gotten word
Two preachers vanished here before, but he won’t be the third
For he had brought his guitar which, to praise the Lord, he plays
And when he strums those guitar strings, the congregation sways
Had this town been a Wild West town, he’d know which way to go
But how does one say ‘Hotel’, here in outback Mexico?
A man in a sombrero, three armed sidekicks in his wake
Sauntered up and told him to be gone for his own sake
“Hey, Cowboy, we don’t want no Gringo, messing up our town,
Take yourself and your guitar before we take you down.”
The preacher said, “I’ll play for you and if you love the tune
You’ll point me to the chapel and the rowdiest saloon.”
He’d travelled to this lawless town of which he’d gotten word
Two preachers vanished here before, but he won’t be the third
For he had brought his guitar which, to praise the Lord, he plays
And when he strums those guitar strings, the congregation sways
He reached down for his guitar case, the Mexicans took aim
And with a little slight of hand, the preacher did the same
But nothing grins as wide as when a bandit thinks he’s won
And when four guns are facing one the job’s as good as done
So was it skill or was it God who played a helpful part
When each of those four bandits took a bullet to the heart
The sheriff, if you’d call him that, said, “Have you got a name?”
The preacher said, “I’ll tell you Sunday if it’s all the same.”
The sheriff, having none of it, said, “Tell me who you are.”
He said, “I’m just a gringo with my god and my guitar.
But men of God preceded me and got no help from you.
So clear your desk, I am not me… I am those other two
He’d travelled to this lawless town of which he’d gotten word
Two preachers vanished here before, but he won’t be the third
For he had brought his guitar which, to praise the Lord, he plays
And when he strums those guitar strings, the congregation sways
I was influenced by Basil Fawlty
that sarcastic humour really caught me
inappropriate rude crude and naughty
humour against stress which haunts me
I'm the sort some assume a dim bulb
even the spoons make a sharper knife
impulsive projections cause eyes to roll
a daily custom always part of my life
and yet people fail to see the sea
over there between the land and the sky
for the Wildebeest sweeping majestically
as though impulse is a thoughts finish line
I know nothing about the horse
a witnit flying pig in the water tank
thoughts follow impulse of course
my brain is working you Fawlty blank
That wasn't the fire alarm
yet it causes you to get gobby
you're Major with a firearm
shooting starlings in the lobby
So who wins these bloody mind games anyway
wound up telling me stop talking about the war
which they started when Poland saw an invade
"is this a piece of your brain?" as i pick dust up off the floor
A false sense which makes them hopeful
becomes a trip to see India at the Oval
they don't see the rat in me called Basil
biscuits cheese and a Lord Mulberry puzzle
I'm a good lad
a Waldorf Salad
the chef's gone home
rooms without baggage
if you can't hear me turn it on
blind with glasses on your head
you put my door in a load baring wall
"Hello Major" the Moose once said
i sit there for years doing nothing
when i actually need it for flames you place
and i have to use my brain and think
the bloody think will explode in your face
I know how to address stupid
even if i often appear confused
my small back road is your M1
and with quick wit I've won.
I Am Poet
I see the way they look away
though I know that they don't know it.
I see that they think less of me
when I say that I am Poet.
But they can't see the heart in me
from times of love demanding.
They can't see the scars I hide
so they lack the understanding.
Quietly they roll their eyes
a half smile on their face.
Quietly I watch and wait
until everything's in place.
Through many years, a million tears
I've watched them as they're broken.
Before they can begin to hear
the words of comfort spoken.
Like a book that has no value
collecting dust up on a shelf.
Suddenly becoming priceless
once you've read the book yourself.
They cannot see that part of me
and dreams that came unraveled.
Until suddenly awakened
on a road I one time traveled.
I see the way they look away
though I know that they don't know it.
I see that they think less of me
when I say that I am Poet.
So I cling to hope for them
and at night I softly pray.
That the day will never come
when they need the words I say.
Edwin C Hofert
[Verse]
I got cayenne in my coffee
and I served it up myself
I mixed it up with the cinnamon
and it sure woke up my mouth
You kept me up all night again
but only in my dreams
it seems you are not done with me
so 5th dimension is the only means
[Chorus]
Life is truely different
when you open your third eye
It takes on different meanings
when you stop sorting with pride
realize you are always a student
and the lessons are served up
be eager to get on with it
and for your next glow-up
[verse]
Whatever your dust-up
get up, do it
just get to it
life marches on
you get used to it
I am here if you choose
and this won't ever go away
and it will always be this intense
that's the twin flame way
Spiritually awake
you can now explore
and unexpected lessons
will show up at your door
I did not start it
I am merely a catalyst
my job here is as teacher
the divines right hand
I show up when needed
and in divine time
but a glow-up is needed
for us to combine
You have to match my energy
You have to be on my verve
you gotta have some game
gotta gotta gotta have that nerve
AH, AH, AH, AH OHHHH
[verse]
I did not create this script
it comes from up there
we live to level up
or we get left in the dust
We keep coming back
to the drawing board
and presented the same lesson again
till its like we are bored
You gotta gotta have that nerve
you have to have verve
you have to match my energy
you gotta have some game
[verse]
Whatever your dust up
get up, do it
just get to it
just get to it
just get to it
just get to it
I am here if you choose
to get up do it, just get to it
life marches on
you get used to it
I am here if you choose
and this won't ever go away
and it will always be this intense
that's the twin flame way
and it will always be this intense
that's the twin flame way
Spiritually awake
you can now explore
and unexpected lessons
will show up at your door
will show up at your door
I did not start it
I am merely a catalyst
my job here is as teacher
the divines right hand
I show up when needed
and in divine time
but a glow-u is needed
for us to combine
You gotta get to it
gotta get down an do it
get on it
just do it
do it
comon - just do it
do it, do it, do it, do it YEAH!
[music fades]