Long Fee Poems
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Echoes everywhere
Stomp Stomp
Who’s there?
A Giant says he
Being tall
The Giants call
I can destroy
People are like toys
Looking over the colony
Think of me as your majesty
King high above
A tall tree
My footsteps are my mark
Traces of where I have been
I am tall from the top to the end
Witty and smart
The colony fears me
I am sight to seek
The Earth shakes when I move
It’s powerful in what I want to prove
That Jack is always being my search
He wants a battle with me
Who do you think will win?
Destiny my reward
A battle with a sword
I have a cold colony heart
Don’t let my temper stir up
I don’t get none
Alone and among
The Giant needs love sometimes
Happiness is sitting up in a tree
Searching but no find
A colony that is never kind too me
What do I do?
Otherwise has no surprise
This Giant just sits and waits
Let me stomp my foot loud in approval
The Giant has spoken
But never out done
She used the incerating toilet to dispose of the horse dung.
it inspired someone to create an incinerater
for cattle , horse and pet waste.
the ashes could be used in mulch.
He titled it.
"Materails to Colonize Space'
the secrets of establish a colony in space.
they often dumped that dung into the old
hand-dug outhouses.
covering the dung with sawdust
so the oder wouldn't
ofend the next user.
But this idea ould be patented and alot of money could be made
by helping a lot of people do this thing.
It seemed a novel and humane way of thinking.
Written by: the Inventor and Salesperson
Language Of Patents
rights and processes
disclaimers and terms
maintenance fee'
priority and pending
variations like patent terms
esperson Sterculius or Stercutus
Patent Pending
+++++ResoLute+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++==++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The guy who creates the elastic snap-on strap for pants to make pants waist expand and contract to your size
will be one wealthy suiter!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We never knew She-Fee really. She was our cousin, but
She was banished practically the first time my parents saw her.
Strange my father pronounced almost immediately.
My mother was horrified by her command of adults.
We were drawn to She-Fee for she was full of clever silliness.
She had a monarch on her cheek and a dragonfly followed her.
They are afraid of me, she told us, pointing to our aunt and uncle.
I call them 'Will Do Anything' and "Glad I Am Stupid'.
We were amazed. We had never seen Uncle Will speechless.
He laughed maniacally, because I think he was nervous.
Aunt Gladys ran off crying. Which is how assertive our cousin is.
It was our first visit with her, a two-day trip we never made again.
She was six-years-old at the time, completely in charge of them.
They were her easily manipulated minions, not her gatekeepers.
We had a lovely day or two watching her order them about.
The next time I saw her, was at their funeral.
She came out of the forest to watch us but not really.
She wore a giant rose bud teacup on her head, hiding her eyes.
Deer and a squirrel followed her. I was delighted, remembering her.
She waved without lifting the cup,
Then went back into the forest.
Obviously, she had new subjects to command.
When the mind
Is being disturbed
By the issues of life
All night becomes long
You can't sleep
Many manipulating
Always Calculating
Contemplating on how to overcome
Steadily looking at time, waiting for dawn.
When things get plight
You hopefully living life
While the heart aches
From lost and betrayals
You start panicking
If you can't plug in
Whatever comes for free
Have a hidden fee
Either regret or insult
That's the result, when you lose the bond.
When life becomes bleak
Steady struggling
To survive
Until you revive
From the low
To thy peak
You become weak
When errors are noticed
But all efforts are been ignored.
Everything has a fee,
Nothing on Earth's for free,
There is no relation,
Without compensation,
Unless it's just me versus me.
Something always involves cost,
From breathing to auto exhaust,
Imagine, people mating,
Without use of call waiting,
Millions of yen would be lost.
Even intangibles hold value,
A smile from the wind, a song on the bayou,
If you yell at your spouse,
Well, there goes the house,
The true meaning of "I do, I do".
Life is a pay-per-view event,
Due to our voyeuristic intent,
We can't cross the street,
To keep matters discrete,
All we have is fiscal repent.
(3/8/90)
No Win No Fee they call it
And it’s such a cause of shame
In todays strange society where
It’s somebody else to blame.
Nobody wants to accept
Responsibility for any action,
Who can I sue these days
Being the usual reaction.
Burn yourself spilling coffee
Blame yourself not
Just sue the vendor for
Selling it to you too hot.
He should have realised
You’re probably a clumsy fool
And sold you a coffee
That’s more than a little cool.
Somewhere a Legal Advisor
Rubs his hands with glee
Raking in his slice of
Your award, No Win No Fee.
The soldier in combat
In the modern day strife
Reacts as he’s been trained
To save his comrades life.
Many years later
Over passage of time
Can find he’s been accused
Of historic War Crime.
And the past is revisited
As he fights to stay free
From an action that’s funded
Courtesy of No Win No Fee.
The hard eyed legal functionary
In his well tailored business suit
Watches the cash roll in
From his speculative fruit
And cares not a fig about
Any ex squaddie like me
As he continues to exploit
His Golden Apple No Win No Fee
If this was any other country, it would make no sense
to discuss with children
what might happen if a gunman enters their classroom
But this is America
Home of the Guns that cost a fee
That take young lives with pride
Assault rifles for you and for me!
May the NRA and the violence live forever
Being a celebrity is worth it; the media is so clever
It’s not New Zealand who knew how to shut it down
Media was only allowed to say “a coward” in every town.
So the teacher thinks of the children first
And she lets them know it is okay to run.
Save yourselves! She tells them. Wanting the best for everyone.
She is in a wheelchair and does not want to slow them down.
We are carrying you! Says the youngest one, sometimes a class clown.
The teacher is stunned, that they have already discussed the possibility.
She has forgotten for a second that we live in the land of the fee.
Where the NRA and big business pays money to be in charge every day.
But she does not live in a senator’s mansion, so what can we say?
This is America, the home of the AK assault rifles.
Where we mow down little children while police wait in a hall.
Not responding to an hour of texts from children who are not four foot tall.
Styx
by Michael R. Burch
Black waters, deep and dark and still:
all men have passed this way, or will.
NOTE: According to ancient Greek mythology, the Styx was the River of Death. The dead would pay Charon, the ferryman of Hades, a fare to carry them across the Styx to their eternal destination. (Hades was not "hell" as it was improperly translated in the King James Bible. Hades had heavenly regions, such as the Elysian Fields and the Blessed Isles.) The fee was normally an obolus or danake. The Greeks would place the coins in the mouths of the dead, but over time the custom would become placing coins, usually pennies, on the eyes of the dead.
Force feed me the taste of your skin
‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart
even you will have to try hard……to save me now
I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions
as they devoured the subtle softness of me
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace
But too…you move to me
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago
The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love
We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces
and on each other on Facebook
Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread
Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened
to our lips
which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again
taste
smell
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self
Is it me you feared
as you said Good bye?
How little you know me
like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself
so my love knows no limit
my soul no separation
and my being no longing
For a fee, you can be
Anything, you want to be
For a fee, you can see
What you wanna see
For a fee, you can be free
For a fee, you can own
Without a note or a loan
For a fee, you can have
Whats all the rage
For a fee, you can skip living in a cage
For a fee, that felony you face
Will get lost or misplaced
For a fee, you can buy a job
And be a leaderless slob
For a fee, you can buy that ride
To make strangers jealous and snicker on the side
For a fee, you can have it all
Live the good life and have a ball
For a fee, life can be bought
But without that fee
You’re not worth a thought
For me, I wish to be free of the fee
Because as you can see
It’s not worth being sought
Eric (and sometimes not)