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Some Things to Think About
When is childish behavior no longer fun?
Can a self-righteous delusion actually be spun?
How much is enough? What’s the end game?
Are we seeking attention or some sort of fame?
What’s considered hate and what is not?
Why do some always chase that little red dot?
Can we think for ourselves? How bad are we flawed?
How can we not love our neighbors if we’re children of God?
When should a threat be met with fear?
Why are hidden messages never made clear?
Why do some people work while others just beg?
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
Can a poet create without any ink?
What makes a poem good and what makes it stink?
How can we know if we take things too far?
Are we good or bad? Can we choose who we are?
Mr David Oglesby, my esteemed friend,
Almost brought these rambling to an end
Kirby Grindalythe was his suggestion
Causing a temporary mental congestion.
Its only real claim to fame,
The Norse origin of the name,
Which the years have changed, so,
For a bated breath waiting nation
Kirby Grindalythe roughly means
In it’s modern day translation,
Village with church on the slope
Of the Valley with the Cranes.
Ancient settlement founded by
Those once marauding Danes,
At Sledmere Hall, Sir Tatton Sykes
In his sustained cultural drive
Finished restoring the old church,
Eighteen hundred and seventy five
The latest available Census
Of two thousand and eleven
Records a population of just
Two Hundred and ninety seven.
Of commercial services
There were no traces
No shops, no pubs but just
Ninety two dwelling places
It’s only just an eight mile hop
Into Malton for a weekly shop.
The Great Wold Valley is
Where this hamlet is hiding
Within the county boundaries of
The historic Old East Riding
A winterbourne stream, The Gypsey Race
Still gently flows through the place.
So, Ive tried to do my bounden duty,
To record this place of rural beauty.
Though I may have failed Mr Osgerby’s test
I’ve so tried, Dear Reader, to do my very best.
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‘Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful.’ – Molly Ivins
El no Tuskmusk to Mars on high, sigh …
rockets in his pockets, Spacex no wimpy latex
Earth’s too mundane, drives him simply insane
not enough lanes for Tesla’s electric cars, a pain
this what a fly on the wall heard him tweet neat
His TBC Boring says humans are asleep, snoring
Starlink is soaring with Neurolink probing robotic chips in brains’ dips, humanoid robots devouring
X’s bitter, Twitter as name was not enough for astounding fame, freaking wacky wealth game !
Once concealed like
the devil behind the
serpent she is.
No!, not even an inch
did i know of what
lies between her
bamboo legs.
With lips as that of an
angelic maiden she
kissed, saying nothing
else i accepted
comfort like cold
porage.
She hugs better than
a lover, cuddle so tight
than a mother.
But her motive was
vile same as those of
lost eden,her actions
bears it forth.
My memories said to
me, tainting your
image was her
mission, soiling your
name her vision,down
to your rising
fame ,her proffesion.
Alas! I recall this is
but the lips of a
temptress.
Let's applaud our
Adored Lord Broad
Fame and awards
Crossing swords &
Bossing visiting hordes
Name in the frame
On Lords boards
Cooing..wasn't it grand
Tanned boy with headband
Wooing the fanned stand
No wonder we're so fond
Of this towering..glowering
Powering flowering blonde
Plumping for knees pumping
Hearts a jumping
All a flutter
Tub thumping
Jaffas he's a scrumping
Utter bowling nutter
Batters in tatters
On the ropes
Slain with disdain
Hopes in vain
Dope tropes
Broad roared
Insane hurricane
Yet again
That strength of fine
Alright divine
Line and length
Vertiginous delight
Prodigious insight
Canny..crafty will
Log in to his noggin
Didactic tactic thrill
Found going round
Was gravy..on the money
Crowned genius genesis
Hefty lefty nemesis
Davy Warner..his bunny
Gladly listened to Hadlee
Took note of what
The Goat did float
Shorten your run son
Well must embellish
Relish to hone
To still cherish..own the throne
With Jimmy his friend
Found at their home grown ground
Got their own eponymous end
Game's pantomime dame
If everything else fails
Wrist twist of the bails
Burning beacon flame
What a gusto way to go
For our dearly loved maestro
Bravado even braggadocio
Willy Wonka winning ticket
Plucky...jammy...lucky
Hero cheerio double whammy
As Broad encored..
Last ball bowled..got a wicket
Last ball faced for 6 did flick it
Helluva a way
For our stellar fella
To say goodbye
To Test cricket
Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?
How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.
Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory
Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.
Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.
They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.
You Can Do It,
Yo brotha, I know you 25,
Tryin’ to stay alive,
On the south side,
You ain’t got no friends,
Since you turned away from sin,
And the sex be callin’ you back into her arms,
It’s like there be storms of temptation,
And the elation of the game and your ego’s masturbation,
My brotha, I know you 25,
With 3 kids, 2 by one, and 1 by another,
And the weight of people’s eyes keep sendin’ lies to your soul that you ain’t no good,
And you ain’t livin’ like you should,
And seems like no matter how much you press away from wrong,
You hear that siren’s song, calling you back to the game, of neighborhood fame, the playa
with no shame,
And now, you just tryin’ to stay alive,
On the South Side,
With no ride, ridin’ the El,
Beggin Jesus to speak a spell over what feels like hell,
My brotha I know those lies,
That come from hateful eyes,
But son don’t let your heart despise you.
Cause I know you, I know your soul,
It is a jewel of dreams unseen,
And days so good they seem surreal,
My son, don’t lose that zeal that drives you.
I swear he don’t always keep the storms from fallin’,
But trust me!
Don’t stop knockin’,
Don’t stop callin’,
Don’t stop screamin’, that name Jesus!
I can’t tell you that my life is heaven,
Or that I’m great like the magnificent seven,
But I’ve walked a little way in this labor of love we pay,
So that all will love one day,
So just let me say,
Don’t give your hope away,
Cause brother I know,
And your Lord’s still got some tricks to show,
So don’t let you fervor go,
Cause you can do it!!!
Tribute to Maradona
TO SKY HIGH
Small structure in five feet five frame
flashed in fabulous fame.
Little Argentinian Golden Boy
Bullish, buoyant, graceful with eyes angelic,
Rustic, over confident, playing magic.
Appeared an exceptional footballer
Nonparallel on strut and swagger
with tangled disarranged hair.
Careful yet without care.
mesmerizing spectators.
Promising skill on challenge of arrogance.
Strong sturdy solid sense of balance
pivoted on self-belief.
His real relief
to sky ball high playing on loops of eyes
with magic of swift feet showing miracle.
Public was marveled on blink less glance.
Excitement, emotions to enhance, not perchance.
Sometimes tagged by adverse label
as Sport’s misguided rebel
or misdirected: Full of flaws,
violating norms and laws.
Fair-fine or foul play,
Right or wrong! Useless to say.
Legitimate or illicit! No way.
Maradona, World Celebrity
charmed populace with same intensity.
Extremely impatient cocky,
Yet He was the STOCKY
NUMBER TEN
reaching heaven.
Beyond football ground crossing cheekiness
Maradona proved his splendid sunniness.
Amazing talented player touching excellence.
Left too early the high heroic spirit.
An athletic genius touching summit.
12/01/20
First Place
'Obituary Maradona' Contest by Mohan Chutani
Poetry in Motion
Contest by Matt Caliri
You wrinkle up your nose,
At your neighbor's dirty doorstep,
Peering through the grimy streaks,
Upon his window pane.
Making fun, reminding him,
Lest anyone forget,
The shameless way he's led his life,
His only claim to fame.
You point out each and every fault,
Each source of strife, contention.
No one that you know is safe.
You preach and you adjure.
'Cause saving their immortal souls,
Is your main intention.
You want to help them mend their ways,
To turn from things impure.
You don't mean to cause upset,
Don't mean to cause contention,
When you point out their short comings,
With helpful criticism.
You're only trying to help them,
Because you're a good Christian;
But they only feel your curses,
and your spiteful cynicism
These pass years, I have been in a quest..
There are times I want to stop but I guess..
If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste..
Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste..
To become a Saint, one must be chaste..
To become a hero, must death be faced?
To become renown, must fame be chase?
However, to be love, must one be on same race?
Building long lasting & steadfast relationships..
Will require from you more than stewardship..
Even more than a deal of companionship..
And more than just friendship..
It takes the right time...
Sometimes months extending to years..
Or a whole of a lifetime..
Only God knows yet stay on cheer..
By: olive_eloi
5:29pm
10/10/2013