Long Foolish Poems
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Ty Ty Walden, what are we to do with you?
Your farm has steadily decreased in value.
People think you are a fool and not a bit funny.
You are not growing crops that would make you money.
Ty Ty, what about this foolish endeavor?
It is that buried gold you are digging to discover.
Your grandfather’s fortune is what you are hoping to see.
There are more unsightly holes all over your property.
Gold fever it seems has enveloped you still.
You even imprisoned an albino against his will.
The town is too dependent on the operation of the mill.
The closing has the population up in arms.
Son-in-law Will is enticed by Griselda’s charms.
Your troubles are compounding into a plethora.
How can you survive in those backwoods of Georgia?
Based on the novel "God's Little Acre" by the late Erskine Caldwell
I netted a word today
spritzing in the back of mind,
examined it from angles:
politically, like stars and spangles
rhythmically, like Mr. Bojangles
spiritually, like sin~ the foolish soul
entangles
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Some writes simply
start that way, a little
prick, a piercing needle,
a little sip, then a bigger swig --
from a simple plan with
a hopping step~ to a stomping, glorious
gig! --
A bee of thought
from silent hive astray
a buzzing syllable
with small fanning wings
jolting every colony senator
with shocking, new contagious
temblor
till the whole damn swarm
takes alacritous notice --
the poet begins an inflating rock...
bursting out joyfully~ his pen verse
singing!
Blood runs thicker than water,
but what if they are the same?
What would you do if you had to choose modern warfare,
or your traditional flame?
What would you do if you are forced to slavery, with only two (2) choices left behind to escape;
one to drown in water, but of course lay peaceful death,
or would you rather drown instead in physical, trafficking claims?
What if or not, these are the very things are the very things Africans and black beauties went over to knock;
to go and rampage in the waters and Atlantic waves, just like they are taught?
Wait, no! I take that back, oh please.
--- because actually? Those are the things only their outdated ancestors lasted,
and now they are encouraged to keep the peace and stay on a leash.
With that, multiple Africans died in the sea because they refuse to be freezed.
--- Perhaps, do you think you could do the same?
To love your country so much,
that you would rather sacrifice your life, dreams, and possible fame instead of bringing shame to your country by just being a slave.
Would you consider that foolish and lame?
Or would you consider that heroic; a mark of claim?
Should you respect them, or should you not?
However regardless of your opinion,
I suggest we teach our young to see them as powerful human beings,
instead of leaving them to rot.
Because honestly? That's what we should've been taught long ago.
We live in good times
(by most historical standards)
Yet more accurately these are the best of times,
and the worst of times, as not only is there everything
imaginable happening, but
every up must have a down.
But in good times, with a good times mentality
we think there shouldn’t be any down side,
and if it comes then it must be something
we’re doing wrong, or aren’t doing right enough,
and when it comes, it becomes intolerable as we sink
into despair or scramble for our bag of tricks.
Bags of tricks are good, to ease the strain
and make it through another day,
but they aren’t meant to erase the down time
as much as give us the strength, the breather
the resilience to face it all
with patience and equanimity.
Down sides after all are just
the other side of up,
the other half of a whole,
and to expect to have one without the other
is childishly foolish
in the extreme.
Good times create soft people
who then create hard times
which in turn creates hard people
who then create good times…
round and round, on and on
up and down without end.
(2/2/24)
I'll tell ye of me life as a pirate
I knows ye sees me as some old codger
But when I was a young'n matey
I sailed 'neath the Jolly Roger!
Oh, it's truth I be tellin' ye now
'N ye may think that I be a loon
But I talk so rever'ntly 'bout me ship 'n Cap'n
For in truth, 'E made us dance a lively tune.
'E wore a patch o'er one eye
'N had a hook where fingers grow.
When we 'eard the thumpin' of 'Is peg leg on deck
We knew some ship 'd be given up 'er cargo.
We'd be a'squintin' 'ard at the 'orizon
'N 'Ed call for 'Is telescope to measure
If the sail that we'd come upon
Mightn't be a ship full o' a'rn kind o' treasure.
Then we'd sail up nice 'n cozy
A'fore 'Ed run up the bones on black.
But by that time matey
They could not withstand a'rn attack.
"Shiver me timbers, All hands on deck!" , came 'Is shout
For 'E was a Taker 'n ne'er a Giver.
It's many a time me eyes 'd see 'Im
Cuttin' out some poor soul's liver.
Oh, some tried to fight,
The foolish tried a runnin'
But the Cap'n made well sure
They'd get a'rn full broadside gunnin'.
We'd jump o'cross the ratlines with daggers a'tween a'rn teeth
Oft times we'd skewer the entire crew
Then take 'ER plunder aboard a'rn vessel
'N sink t'othern down to Davey Jones...so thar'd behind be left no clue.
Then the Cap'n set sail for Tortuga
Thar be plenty of Rum 'n Women for us thar
Ye still don't believe I was a pirate?
All I can say is..."ARRRRRRRRRR"!
June 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 71-73
Key Verse – Psalm 71:1 In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TRUST FORTRESS
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I continually resort
Thank You for taking my life along Your hope-fort
Teach me to praise You with Your majestic consort---
Today and forever, I stay in Your counsels’ comfort.
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I run against persecution
Thank You for taking my fears as You confound my adversaries’ affliction
Teach me to seek You with humility and submission---
Today and forever, I testify about Your compassion.
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I flee for truth’s greatness
Thank You for taking my soul toward Your triumphant righteousness
Teach me to settle in Your peace midst noisy oppressive worldliness---
Today and forever, I flourish in Your enduring bountifulness.
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I seek for my deliverance
Thank You for taking my heart away from deceit’s appearance
Teach me to pray along Your wondrous forbearance---
Today and forever, I claim Your blessings’ assurance.
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I cling from transgressing
Thank You for taking my feet to soar above foolish cursing
Teach me to rely to You for strength’s raising---
Today and forever, I nestle inside Your care of merciful encompassing.
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I turn for total contentment
Thank You for taking my service toward satisfaction-fulfillment
Teach me to speak wisdom from Your Word’s testament---
Today and forever, I prosper in Your ministry along my involvement.
Lord God, You are my trust Fortress to Whom I cleave for victory
Thank You for taking my faith to increase in Your sanctuary
Teach me to follow You as You guide me with Your counsel’s glory---
Today and forever, I draw near You, declaring Your story.
June 4, 2023
As seen in the mirror
Oh, I’m not done yet, when young I was dense because I could
not see further than the now, old age will continue
even when I drown, sucked down by aching memory
I shall not perish.
Self-consciousness be damned, once I had a good singing voice
I let it slide because I was afraid of doing what was needed
to practice and practice until I could compete with Jussie Björling
So, you have not heard of him, he was a Swede and could open
up your soul and find the diamond handed down to you from
countless generations giving you an understanding of the nature
of beauty and love, the strength that will set you free.
Ok, let the battle commence, old age to go to war against
the light that no longer is bright and to suffer the kindness of those
tries to patronize you; mind, they can carry my suitcase when
setting sail for the Saragossa Island; for so it is written.
How foolish we are, how stupid mankind is dreaming of success
of the banal, and not seeing the victory of being free of your
shallow reputation; a life lived should mean nothing to anyone.
Oh, man, lift your head off the grinding stone, see the pattern
in the afternoon sky and rejoice.
Young lovers once were far from getting old and looking awry,
passions were wild and kisses sweeter than honey...
as everything else, age showed its signs of ugliness,
realizing that only pure gold was resistant to rust and kept its worthiness.
What I admire today won't withstand this breath-taking magnificence:
dazzling beauty I touch with a mellow feeling while I praise its existence,
wishing that it remained intact as only pure gold can by not being corroded by rust...
aren't my gifts those ornaments that make your body a temple of carnal lust?
A foolish man attracted to the glitter of that unique, shiny metal;
a mad man obsessed with sensual thoughts of deception
by using precious gold to lure a sweet soul into crafty seduction....
not wanting it to lose it to time, but remain beautiful and eternal.
The most elusive man alive whose dream can turn into the thinnest dust...
wishes had a stronger heart not being allured by vain promise and trust;
he does not understand that only pure gold would last as time itself,
but has his pride completely waned, or he awaits resurrection from death?
My childhood elm of outgrowth stout
Nourished His formative buds about
While holding me during youthful sprout
Yet far I fell from Him.
For thoughtless Time forgives forgot
He waited for his puerile tot
My seasons passed far from his plot
And further I fell from Him.
Upon my adolescent spark
He let me stab his bleeding bark
With foolish whim, a lover’s mark
Still further I fell from Him.
While seasons passed with nature’s grace
And changed the lines upon my face
He kept my sacred vernal place
Still further I fell from Him.
Soon I was met with fortune’s snide
And chilling winter did preside
His thickened limbs He did provide
Still further I fell from Him.
When life bestowed my last defeat
For years of folly and conceit
My eyes beheld His sad retreat
How far I fell from Him!
That tree that held my girlish jump
And greenery once rich and plump
Was now a sickly blackened stump
How far I fell from Him!
I wept upon His tattered rings
For all the comfort He did bring
Throughout my vain and endless sting
I'd not ascend to Him!
Somehow He felt my tears abreast
And cleansed the faults I had possessed
He offered me His stump for rest
I did ascend to Him.
Form:
Meeting someone new,
Getting to know them,
Introducing them to your life,
Only for them to leave soon after.
How many times do I need to be vulnerable,
Just for it not to be enough?
How many times does someone leave
Because I couldn’t trust them?
It’s a constant cycle of wash and repeat.
“The One” will stick through thick and thin,
“The One” will never treat you like that
How much longer do I have to wait?
I’m told to work on myself and try again.
I’m told to give up because it’s pointless.
I give up, but find foolish hope in love,
Invest in myself, only for love to come back around.
Is it possible to remove this feeling?
To give up the need for love and
Become completely monotone.
I’d be more robot than human.
But I’m not a machine, and I’m out of patience.
I’m tired of waiting for it to happen.
I’m starting to believe
Love was never meant for me.