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It was rowdier than usual,
At the hoedown last night
There was a crowd of folk,
And the atmosphere was just right.
The musicians played loud,
And the gee-tars were a strummin'
The whole darn place
A buzzing and a humming.
Solomon, the town's undertaker
And his glamorous wife,
Came into the hall
And that caused the strife.
Chip, the carpenter,
Was well known in town
He was the type of fella,
That the girls hung around.
Chip asked Solomon's wife to dance,
The other girls realised they didn't
Stand a chance
To dance with Chip that night.
And then it happened in a flash,
Furious Solomon made a dash
For Chip and grabbed him around the neck
What the flaming' heck
Is going on, said Chip,
Who was now sporting a bloody lip
Goin' on, the undertaker said
Whose face was now a brilliant red
Yeah, holding ma gal too tight
She can only dance with me tonight.
All the Yeehaw and raunchy fun
Ceased as everyone stopped to stare
At the undertaker and the carpenter
Fighting there.
They were matching each other blow for blow.
Until the dancers screamed, "Oh No."
The undertaker was lying on the floor,
His feet were halfway out of the door.
He was dead.
It all turned out well for Chip,
His only pain was his split lip
He made the undertaker casket
And a petite gal scattered rose petals from a basket
When Chip and the glamour gal wed
In the church where Solomon lay dead.
What is love?
The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home
or the Siren’s song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit
nights in a field of flowers
or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
or a meandering trail
through a rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
or the rock of Gibraltar?
Love is all that and more
and yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling,
At first blush, irrelevant
and yet it’s an impetus, a catalyst--
An euphoria permeating our entire being.
It is here, it is there,
and it is everywhere...
Yet, it is nowhere!
It creates mayhem and chaos
if it turns and walks away.
Love knows no boundaries,
It follows no customs or creed;
It cares not for any
race or language.
Not unlike air and water
or the enlivening sunlight--
Vital in good measures
devastating in excess,
Vexing as a thorn but
as enticing as the fragrance.
Love is but love!
No one has seen it
Yet everyone is touched by it,
Its constant presence is overwhelming
Yet you’ll never find
if you go looking for it,
It traverses distant shores,
Yet it doggedly never
leaves your threshold.
You are born with it
but never can you own it,
Forever it hovers around you
but never can you rein it in.
“Love is a many-splendored thing”.
Yet none can explain its true meaning,
It would call through a bullhorn
and you may not hear it,
It merely whispers in your ears
and turns your life topsy-turvy,
More furious than the flowing lava
It would give you the chills if provoked.
He indeed is a poor soul
bereft of hopes and dreams
who befriendeth not love!
~05/02/16
~Free Verse on Love contest by Laura Loo
~"Love turns the world around"
contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
It is so true that good mothers are rare.
In the furious face of hunger,
And in the ferocious jaws of sickness
You have always been near.
Mami Owon,
This verse could have been a salutation,
Expressing my love for you,
Or to seek help from you,
But it is not.
O! My dear mother,
I am penning this down in your absence
Now that death has snatched you from us.
I wish this was in your hands
And not in the hands of some strangers
Reading through this poetic letter,
Making meaning of my poetic intents,
Scanning through carved words-
Expressing human futility.
Now that your sleep
When November was just five days old
Has caused us to weep
The thought of you
Reminds me of my promise
My dear mother
Iya mi Owon
I have never written you words
To express how much I appreciated you,
The confidence I had in you
And how strong you had been in times of adversity.
I am left with no options
But to pen this at your demise.
I remember that market place,
I remember that Night
And I still remember that day,
But all these good I cannot pay you back.
I remember that puddle
Even though you thought I was far too young to recollect.
All that pains and trauma
My mind still replays the drama.
Omo Olumo
Omo Lisabi
One when angry
Scolds you with prayers,
One who beats with her right hand,
And draws you nearer with her left.
Mami Owon
I have tried in my little way
To be the best that I can,
I have come to realise,
That all the debts I owe you
None I was able to repay
And even in our differences,
And in the moments of pain
Your courage, and your kind heart
And your hope in God
Were your last breath.
Here we are moving on
Knowing not when we shall pay our final price,
Here we are still hoping,
Hoping for a cure,
And hoping for the winds of success
To take us from here to there.
But the truth remains,
We were helpless
To save you from the cruel hands of death
But God alone knows better.
That the waves and rocks
find voice here
in the howl of winter,
is because I have come
to listen and to be
in the loneliness of this place.
Only the seagulls are here with me
and hang in the tumult,
taunting the wind.
Deep in this solitude
is the thought
of a drowned youth,
swept away and lost
to the silence sunk far below
the furious sounds that headstone
his name. I am the last
to remember him and reach down,
but he is now beyond my grasp.
I have let him go.
I feel the sting of the salty air
on my face, the cold leaching
through this old coat
and my unsteady feet stumbling
to find balance
on this rubbly ground.
The air shudders with the crash
of nearby breakers.
I cling desperately to the sound.
Today's entertainment for the cave is easy.
We watch an easily manipulated grizzly fly into mama bear mode
She races toward the sea, plunging in, looking for her cub
He is not there.it was a lie; she looks furious!
She comes out sputtering, eats a few campers.
Spits out their stomachs.
They always eat the wrong foods! She shrieks.
Her mate is there now, he is holding back, he looks fearful.
He helps her look, but their son is nowhere in sight.
An evil crow sends them on a goose chase to the west.
The geese fly up in front of them, hitting their butts on rooftops.
It is insane how crazed Mama Bear appears now.
When should we tell her? Black Bear asks the other mama bears.
Let her chase through the meadow and stomp the flowers first.
Grizzly bear son appears at that second, ruining the women's fun.
It is over, until tomorrow when they plan to rile her up again.
No one riles faster than this grizzly bear mama
Or has made fewer friends; the other women despise her.
She overreacts to everything!
They have been the recipients of her wrath,
so they love watching her fly into a rage over nothing.
Unfortunately, it is their weekly entertainment.
Dark, punishing days lie ahead.
Winter has crept up once again and I'm deep
in sad contemplation, saying a silent prayer
for the downtrodden without the creature comforts
I often take for granted, imagining how
they're muddling through life.
Each time the furious rage of winter roars
belligerently, wreaking miserable havoc,
and it's chill on my skin is immediate
and unforgiving; I think of those occupying
ramshackle dwellings with no heat
to keep warm, and say a silent prayer.
Especially on my mind, all the homeless folks
I've given money to while stopped at a traffic light.
"You've made my day, sir. God bless you!,"
I remember one once saying to me.
Where is this man now? Somewhere warm and safe?
Please, God, hear my silent prayer for him!
The mere thought of one,
just one stray animal, fending for itself out in the cold
is depressing enough to make me misty-eyed.
Why is life during winter so appallingly savage?
It's too harsh an element for such a poor creature. I say
a silent prayer for God's mercy. It's really all I can do.
Submitted for...
Your 2021 N-A Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Date: 04/25/2021
N/A in All Yours Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/20/2021
Date posted: 01/17/2021
Date originally written: 07/23/2007
The son-in-law was growing desperate
Seeing that his father-in-law wasn't dying.
Juan Sancho's reasons were
That he had gone into debt
Taking out loans in his daughter's name
Deceiving her by saying
That the money he brought home
Was the fruit of his labor and the sweat of his brow
When, in truth, he was a lazy, crooked man
With a silver tongue and a swagger.
The debt collectors
Dressed in black like crows
Were waiting for the son-in-law to come and tell them:
-He's dead now.
Tomorrow I'll inherit and give you the money.
However, good old Antonio, his father-in-law
Who knew him very well
As if he had given birth to him
Hesitatingly told him:
-Wait a little while, Juan Sancho
Wait a bit
Until Death comes for me.
Juan Sancho, furious
Went to his mother-in-law and asked her for money
To treat the loan sharks
To whom he said:
-Damn, he's still alive.
Let's go to the hospital cafeteria
For some coffee.
Juan Sancho left with the loan sharks.
More people came to see how the sick man was doing.
The nurse who came to see Antonio
Saspitably told us:
-Antonio is already suffering in Purgatory.
Death has him ready.
At that moment, from between Antonio's legs
In the bed, already completely collapsed
Through the fly of his pajamas appeared
An erect that no one expected
And let his wife say
That she couldn't get rid of the ********
Not even by giving him a solemn handjob.
They called the hospital priest
Tenaciously reciting an Our Father
A Hail Mary and a Creed
And if you want rice Catalina!
Nothing worked, the ******** remained.
The doctor at the Móstoles Hospital in Madrid
Who signed the death certificate,
Announced to us:
-Antonio has died of a stroke
With a solemn ******** unforgivable.
Juan Sancho, upon hearing the news,
Cheerfully and happily entered the room
Saying to the debt collectors
Who followed him:
-He's dead. The devils have taken him.
The debt collectors replied:
-Now we believe you.
The storm comes at midnight
It will be quite a sight if I’m right
Preceding it barely a sight will make many angry and scared
The sight could be anything
…
Ha! Yes, even to those prepared
… You seem confused, let me explain
Lightning will flash in the sky
Which likely will be the revealing of a terrible lie
But truly it will all start with a single voice
Then everyone will have a choice
With the crack of thunder
Every person will choose which side to try to drive asunder
…
Hmm?
…
Now you see I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot
I know being saved will not be bought
You see in an ironic way it is kind funny
What’s coming will be beyond money
…
Ah yes! I’m glad you asked
After the horrible thundering
Worse will come
The storm will hit
As broiling black clouds roll over
Rain will strike the faces already damp
As the angry clouds weep in furious pity
Ribbons of red will wave in every city
… Do you fear?
…
I’m dearly sorry
But here comes a worse part
See the beginning was merely an inevitable start
In comes more lightning and thunder
Each striking with sorry fury
No one away will scurry
…
Because they don’t want to
…
(Sad sigh) Yes… yes… we are all just sorry little fools
…
Ask me more than just “Why?” Elaborate
…
Ah, yes
See the lightning is the light to see
But the thunder is the response
Funnily enough the reveal is destruction’s key
The light does nothing but begins what will come
…
Yes this is the storm
You might wonder how could this have so much damage
Surely the world isn’t in such an unprepared form?
Fools!
Not just you! Look around! Why is it you think we’re so perfectly steady?!?
Not only are we ready with no preparation
It’s been that way so long I can see the clouds already!
Dusk is already past!
Midnight is just an hour off!
…
What?
…
Is it too late?
… No
No it is not
So what are you going to do?
Or, more importantly, is it worth saving?
MURDER AND REVENGE
There was once a man called Ben,
Who was wed to a woman named Gwen.
They lived in the country out of choice,
To avoid the hustle and bustle and noise.
Opposite their very big house,
Were a huge number of crows,
Which his spouse
Didn’t like, A murder of them,
Who flew around all day,
Soon I will have my way
Said Ben – Amen!
Both mom and dad were afraid to let
Young Benny,
And their younger Lenni,
Outside to play for they had heard that these
Birds were rather aggressive,
Both became completely obsessive!
One Sunday afternoon, a crow visited their garden,
Unbeknown to Ben, I beg your Pardon,
Lennie came out to play, they made friends,
She wanted to make amends,
But her father rushed out and shot the crow
Crows seek revenge, this he did not know!
Suddenly the murder of crows arrived
To grief for their friend, each carried, a twig,
A branch or a leave, young Lennie put
Down a flower,
Again her Dad rushed out to grab her but the
Crows surrounded him in a furious manner!
Their mood was one of wrath and anger ,
They had marked this house like a ship
Dropping its anchor!
Ben had acted in an aggressive way,
He should have then realized that he had
Better begin to pray!
The crows continued to hassle Ben,
So they moved to another house which Gwen
Liked, but none of them knew, that crows
Have a definite form of communication,
And pass on information,
From generation to generation.
They are so smart, they can outsmart
Us all,
Ben had made a wrong call
By shooting a crow, for the intelligence,
Of this inexplicable creatures
Is surprisingly alike to human like features,
And even though the family had
Moved to a new abode,
The crows were now in revenge mode
Not for Gwen,
Little Benny
And not Lenni,
Just Ben!
So Ben could never leave his home and go outside,
For the remainder of his life had to stay inside!
The reason why is because crows handed down the
The news of this killer to their sons and grandsons so
If Ben ever put a step outside of his house
A murder of crows
Would force him back in,
For how long, who knows!
The great deceiver picks one
To manipulate and bare his son.
Something goes wrong, she won't have it
So she runs away from his havoc
She refuses to commit to his will
He curses her to the Island Seal
A place to give in to the evil
Where she meets a man named Cecil
The evil one under a mask
To deceive is his ultimate task
Through his eyes she can tell
Looking through unmasking hell
In his furious anger he breaks her neck
Her soul is lifted to her lord ship
Her body is given a second chance
Without recollection of this dance
He places her under angel guards
Marking her under the stars
Her torment will not go unseen
If she goes back she will...scream