Long Finn Poems
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"Bloodbath in the Bog"
Bloodbath in the Bog
Leeches go down hard on turtles
fattened egos in a feeding frenzy
agitated mosquitoes land on the slime
to take a taste
grinning hares race each other out the gates
wasting life and time
smoking the green grass
eating all the pretty flowers
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Edible Flowers" / Finn Brothers
https://youtu.be/UY8xoSERti4
“But looks can be deceptive
and that sweet looking field
can be a dangerous man eater.
The meadow is actually a peat bog-
more specifically a blanket bog -
and while it's a rich habitat for wildlife watchers,
it hides potential dangers for the unwary.”
English colloquialism/Bog.
F First there was the word after the big bang
E Entirely clear from a poet’s vision’s command
R Reaped one single apple or was it a date
A Angels applauded the message and cherubs
L Lusted for more trust and longing thrust they evolved
F Finn and Fiona tempted the snake and entered
A Another world made from heaven’s delight
N Nubile naked and noble the temptress answered
T The masculine call was seduced herself by feral
A Adduction of wild pleasure and headed the call
S Slowly increasing the pace as time stood still
I Ignited the two fell from grace into untamed oblivion
E Enshrined in feral worldliness they forth-fully multiplied
S Senses’ union as they aroused sheathed nature from procreation
06th August 2018
"Blue Rivers"
Blue rivers
run through a
pale valley
branches merge
to an estuary
where life
Bleeds
All in vain
Dreams are washed away
Dissolved.
The Monster satisfied
is fed.
Open mouthed
“It” sits
where it all ends
and waits
patiently
for the next
flood tide
to begin
to drown
it’s next
Blue River
dream
Rain will wash
crimson sands away
Blue Rivers
Held in pale valleys
Life bleeds
from different tributaries
watching each other
from distant levees
stand the shadows
ghosts of once were there
golden Summers
a lost child
and memories
fall within the cracks
of a broken road
to a home
blind now with
broken windows and
burnt stairs
Two silent swimmers
Blue rivers
run through a
pale valley
branches merge
to an estuary
where life
Bleeds
Two Swimmers
a small life
in between
All in vain
Dreams are washed away
Dissolved.
The Monster satisfied
is fed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once."
https://youtu.be/thL9QpwS6g0
Hole in the River/Crowded House
https://youtu.be/IgVbYnPodIQ
Four Seasons in One Day/Crowded House
https://youtu.be/jkdQxEm1tR4
A Life Between Us/Finn Brothers
the saving grace -
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/3
Wee Luck McGee, dragging his feet
reluctantly entered the pub
Removing his hat, grabbed a seat where he sat
As he gave the old bar rail a rub
There, Good Ol' Finn stood there again
His turn, for him to tend bar
"So what will it be" He said to McGee
"A whiskey? Perhaps a cigar?"
"No, not fur me" mumbled McGee
As a lone tear started to fall
"I'll jus 'ave a beer, put it right 'ere
I'm afraid dat's gonna be all"
Finn was concerned and eager to learn
So he asked "What's the matter McGee"
"You're looking so down, wearing a frown
that everyone here plainly sees"
McGee took a sip, used his sleeve, wiped his lips
Then proceeded to tell his sad tail
"Me and Da Misses got inta a fight"
He said, as he slowly turned pale
"It was rough, she was tough and she said in the end
She'll not speak to me far turdy (30) days
"Well that's not so bad, there's no need to look sad
Said Finn, It's only a faze"
"You don't understand, 'Cause you're a kind man,
and I'm sorry if this seems abrupt
but I'll tell you no lie, the reason I cry
'Cause today da month is now up"
The Itemized Bill
An elderly gentleman told me a story today
I just couldn't resist recreating it in rhyme
and share it with all of you. Thanks for reading
Patty loved his new Rolls Royce
Like those he'd bought before
A grin he wore from cheeks to chin
While he made the engine roar
And each time, made his maiden drive
To his best friends home, named Finn
And honked the horn to beckon
His dear old mate "Get in"
They rode along the country roads
With Patty at the wheel
And every turn, Finn discerned
"I like the way it feels"
But not so long, into the trip
There came a clicking noise
It steadily and readily
Concerned both of our boys
"That's it, it's going back
to the dealer to be fixed"
But Finn said "Nigh, I know a Guy
He’s one that knows the tricks"
His name's McGee, and you'll soon see
He knows all there's to know
He's quite close by, and he don’t lie
It's there, we ought to go
They soon arrived, at McGee's
And they told him of the trouble
He said "Wait eer, an 'ave no fear
I'll fix it on the double"
McGee returned, with tool in hand
As Patty popped the bonnet
And there said Finn, wearing a grin
"You see, he's got right on it"
McGee then turned a little screw
and the noise, then went away
Patty danced, reached in his pants
Asked "How much, I want to pay"
Five Hundred pounds , was the sound
That Patty heard so clear
"McGee you sure, I say what for"
Pat gazed at him and jeered
Would you like for me to itemize, I can do it now and here
Patty said, holding his head, "It sure would make it clear"
"It's a pound for me effort, to turn the little screw
And the four-nintynine, to know which one to do"
He rented a little shack way out in the woods in Mt. Royce
Where no one would hear his guitar playing or his voice
He had never been to a small- town gas station before.
He had no idea the phone calls before he got out the door.
They were whispering his name from every tree in the woods.
He was a famous country western star, Mr. Tubbsy Goods.
He heard them all whispering, so invited them to join him.
Had an impromptu concert, with the whole town and Finn.
Finn was his dog who walked over and sat on a lady’s lap.
That’s okay, she assured him. Her name was Pat Clap.
At the end of the night, he said “okay, that’s a wrap.”
But they would not leave him alone, which was kind of cr…..
November 11th, 1938. winter, Sweden
neighbor's pond water is not frozen yet
bucket spilled drops are chilly
grandma Sven's crocheted mittens are not warm enough
younger brother Finn tells me to hurry
family waits for these precious drops of water
cannot fire up cast iron cook stove without stew juice
Chester, our broken down farm pony waits patiently
sky spells out snowstorm
I am shivering now, my feet feel frostbitten
I wish that we were closer to the home
Christmas Krampus is coming, my brother teases me
When I laugh I see my breath, it travels up in weather puffs
if we do not move soon, there will be frosty icicles on our noses
I am grateful for Finn
he knows how to keep my mind off my discomfort
The Secret Of McGee's
Long Happy Marriage
McGee was holding down a stool
At McJock's Pool-hall and pub
When Finn came in wearing a grin
And his *** smoked down to a nub
He pulled up a stool, and sat with McGee
And gave him a pat on the back
"Congratulations, you old sod"
Then gave the bar a loud whack
"It's been forty-six years, since you've been wed
How is it you stayed with one lass
Divorce today is common they say
Marriage, not made to last"
McGee looked at Finn straight in the eye
Then took a sip of his stout
"Respect, one another" he said with a sigh
"RESPECT, is what it's about"
"She Respectfully asks for that she wants
And sometimes I'm put to the test
But especially when She's shopping, my friend
I Respectfully nod my head Yes! "
Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year
They rented a cabin
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer
For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission
To wake up and start at first light
With poles in their hands
They hardly could wait
For a big fish to come up and bit
Day after day
They fished and they fished
but barely got even a nibble
Then on the last day
McGee caught a trout
That apparently wasn't so fickle
Now on the way Home
Finn said " McGee
You Know what this fish, has cost you----
---A thousand Quid"
"Well Finn, if it did
Then I glad I didn't catch two"
Two brothers hailed from the old country, from Donnybrook -
one more like an engineer, the other like a cook.
They specialized in pancakes - the best, you can't deny.
Sean made them taste like heaven, and Finn stacked them high.
Supplies came from all around, in wagons and in trucks.
Sean whipped up the batter, and ol' Finn he constructs,
with eggs from every chicken and milk from every cow,
maple syrup miracles from the oats that they did grow.
When these flapjack masters grew old and had to die,
they made a stack of hotcakes and they climbed it to the sky.
Kids, each time you eat griddle cakes, you should be like me,
stack 'em high and think of Sean and Finn McGee.