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The work was hard out on the ranch, the days were hot an' dry,
An' fancy things you find in town had caught ol' Jim Bob's eye.
When evenin' came he'd sit the fence an' crave to see the sights,
To drive big cars to all the bars an' toast the city nights.
He had a gal he courted some, her name was Betty Lou.
She'd lived a spell in Angelo, had been to Lubbock, too.
Her face was fine, with freckled cheeks, her hair was done in style;
An' all her clothes had fancy brands that musta cost a pile.
Now, Betty Lou had set her sights to put her brand on Jim,
But he had things he had to do an' marriage weren't for him.
The world was callin'-out his name, he had some things to learn,
Some places that he had to see, 'some candles left to burn'.
Well, came a time, an' like you thought, he wandered off the range,
But ended up in Boston-town; now boys, that was a change.
He found a bar that looked real clean an' sauntered in the door;
He'as proud to be of Texas stock an' sallied to the fore.
A fancy feller slithered-up an' asked Jim to his place,
But when he put his hand on Jim's, he punched him in the face.
I guess that feller didn't know for what ol' Jim was known,
An' bein' green to city life, he'as best just left alone.
Right after Jim had took his shot that dude got mighty riled;
He punched Jim once an' kicked him twice, an' left him right defiled.
Jim left his mark, I guess you'd say, that feller's bloody clothes;
Cause when that feller swung his fist, Jim hit it with his nose!.
He'd never seen them fancy dudes, who act like girls an' such;
From what he knew, which wadn't squat, he didn't like 'em much.
He heard they'as sissies, frail an' weak, sashayin' as they walked.
They gossiped like some women-folk, an' giggled when they talked.
Well, when it all was said an' done, he helped Jim to his feet,
An' dusted off his shirt a mite, then smiled at him real sweet.
He told Jim 'bout a couple things he liked to do with males;
Now, one was such I won't repeat, but one was kickin' tails.
Well, boys I guess there's lessons here: be careful where you roam;
Don't wander off to Boston-town, if Texas is your home;
But if you do, stear clear of bars, an' this I would include;
Don't ever underestimate an' rile a fancy dude.
You are the dusk that masquerades as first light.
In the stillness of descending twilight,
your spellbinder's expectorant
opens the passageways of the feeble,
weevles like a gloworm
in dark fertile soil.
Whispers of memories that never were,
in a soft lament,
in a lofty raimant.
I am lost in the shadows of yesterday's song,
longing for a love that once belonged.
In risky fantasy,
I play your suspect invitation,
as a night thief with an accordion,
iron lung.
Too powerfully drawn am I,
unable to resist your decisions-
Wringing me dry.
Shift of weightlessness density,
snap-twang, propensity-thick and numb.
If I had just one last guess,
I am the cotton and you are the laudanum.
Why am I the salivary gland and the gum.
The wavering field of rye that a beast
tramples on.
Invisible chains they bind my words,
like a palsy stricken tongue,
grasping my chords with ghastly cords,
poetic enslavement,
thoughtfully borne divided by
my pasts sum.
Rosehips- tea soaked gingerly-
your spell lingers on SOS morose telepathy
morse code, telegraphed, telegaphed
to see your confident smile mockingly know,
peering into the eyes before expected wind-up
and mesmerizing blow.
Your fluiro-essences spores inliquidity,
wetness of morganite,
juices leeched,
leaving me in my parasitic derangement,
unable and unwilling to fight-
familiar arrangement.
Your jaded facet to sparkle
as a trophy against the light.
That which you neon flash to be.
From, for, to, too spun,
I am a sugar crop to make into candy
that you drool upon the lips,
as I drink you in
electroponic abomination splice of caine
and Hawaiian Punched Drunkenness.
Hey Kool aid, break through my walls
and offer your solution.
Stain my lips.
A fermented wavelength I will become,
dialing your frequency,
of restless dream,
silence of my soul's dark night,
moonlight beamer ride of twists and turns.
Some people never learn,
me being that one,
you being my classroom distraction
passing notes of gossiped ink of juicy gossamer,
till you are commanded to "release
this dumb- one, who knows not of lessons,
of touching what burns".
Yesterday Thanksgiving
By Franklin Price
11/27/2015
Yesterday, Thanksgiving. We were the dad and mum
Our daughter and her husband to our waiting home did come
Arriving on Thanksgiving eve, we welcomed them right in,
Hugs and kisses all around , our celebration to begin
Had traveled far to reach us. The moon was shining bright.
Arrived in the early evening, not the middle of the night.
We talked and gossiped for awhile; caught up on family
Then shuffled off to sleep the night; all as tired as we could be
Too early was the morning, I was the first to rise,
Moving slowly on my feet, wiping sleep from puffy eyes
Soon followed by my daughter. We had coffee and a talk
She's now almost as old as me; was not how to walk the walk
We quite enjoyed the company not as a father and a child
But as adults to one another which drives the mind a little wild
As we talked, she made me proud of the woman she's become.
Thoughts drifted back to a rocking chair and what we started from
Not long before mom joined us (not my mom, she's my spouse)
She came upon us quietly; just as quiet as a mouse
She is my “little” woman who brings love into the room
It's better if the coffee's waiting to get rid of morning gloom
I quickly got her coffee with two sugars and some cream
Gave her a hug and kissed her, and she quickly joined the team
My son-in-law was still in the bed, been sick, not sleeping well
Was happy he was resting here; thought that was really swell
The three of us talked quietly from Bill was not a peep
Hoped he would feel much better, the longer he could sleep
Talked about what time to eat the turkey and the ham
The corn, potatoes, veggies all the food that we could cram
I know you now are grinning also know you can relate
To all the food there was to eat to have our fill our fate
The four of us together said a prayer to begin
Gathered at the dining table just the place for digging in
When the day was over and the dishes were all clean
And the moon was rising in the east casting light upon the scene
We thanked the Lord for letting us enjoy the company
Hope Thanksgiving was as good for you and all your family.
A Debutante’s Ball to Remember
In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with gaiety.
In a dreamlike state, I felt like a princess with a golden crown,
making my grand entrance wearing a champagne chiffon gown.
With matching gloves, and a pair of satin shoes on my tiny feet,
my auburn hair was adorned with butterflies and posies sweet.
The ballroom was magically transformed with gas lights all aglow,
and a glittering chandelier reflected on a highly polished mahogany floor.
As the orchestra played, my body and soul were enraptured and consumed
by its rendition of Ravel’s enthralling “La Valse” which pervaded the room.
Elegant ladies were all dressed to the nines in exquisite pastel gowns
of winter white, baby blue, powder pink, pale peach and beautiful browns.
In tacit competition to out-best each other, social charms were well-honed,
as they daintily fanned themselves and gossiped animatedly in hushed tones.
Refined gentlemen in their finely-tailored tails navigated the room to mingle,
keeping an eye out for eligible heiresses beautiful, graceful, and single.
Wafts of mild masculine colognes came from discretely dabbed faces and hair;
while the fresh feminine floral scent of French perfumes permeated the air.
Armed with a full dance card, I waltzed the night away with ardent admirers,
curtsying and coquettishly smiling, moving on to more exciting suitors.
My enchanting evening climaxed with Strauss’s “Vienna Waltz” filling the hall.
Oh, what a tale I will have to tell as my granddaughter prepares for her first ball!
11-21-2014
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The dark green forests cover the earth with pine , straight and tall , all in a line
Fragrant and soft ,quiet and clean
Gentle giants grow in all sizes, sacred and true, waiting to be seen
The wind stirs through branches and whispers its quick goodbyes ,
While making music that gently soothes the soul
Of one who lies with in my fragrant cocoon, seeking replies
My carpets of needles, warm and sweet, quiet my step and cover my feet
The chickadees, black capped and white, fly to my side
One by one they stop and say hi ,As they pass merrily by
Raccoons, squirrels, rabbits and owls ,gossiped and chattered and told all they knew
And the pine smiles and sings to hear all the news
Their tracks are scattered everywhere ; dotted or round, a pattern or two, give a puzzle, a clue as to what they have been up to
My scent carries in the breeze ,sparkling and green , pungent and clean
The sun beats down , strong and warm ,true to form, it gives me life and keeps me warm
The wind bends and sways my boughs, and I whisper of coolness and dew
The rains splash gentle and sweet to feed my soul and nourish my retreat
For any who listen to hear my silent heartbeat
In our magnificent wilderness home, deep and calm, where our waters run pure and we cant be found
We live whole through all the seasons and for every action we have a reason
All summer long I grow nuts and cones to feed all my friends
I will replenish the earth , nor do I waste, for all I have I lend
In winter, I lay refreshed , sparkling and white, covered in blankets of snow
As I sit and doze I hear the earth speak in tones very low,
She calls and I listen ,sleep, sleep for I am here
Protecting watching caring for all, in things that I do
I gather myself in her darkest womb awaiting the way, that first warm spring day
It is spring and my blood runs strong, make more of me it calls, as I grow big and strong
Awake, awake for it is my time again , the sun ,wind , rain, and tiny feet
To gently sit and play all day long
In the sun and rain silently watching waiting all day long
She gazed into their eyes. The people she has loved all her life, blinded by a facade of people that surround everyone.
The girl she danced with to their favorite songs and held as she went through pain. The friends which whom she gossiped with from shitty teachers to teenage boys. The friends she had shown her true face to, beyond her mask.
Behind which remained a fragile girl whose heart ached so painfully she had once wished to end it. Yet once they knew she stilled remained alone. No, are you ok? No warm comforting hugs. No words of comfort given to her.
The things she had given these people when they needed it. When she fell apart they didn't seem to care. Too busy in their own worlds. So she kept talking about boys, they distracted her from herself. She kept singing along to the songs and her nails changed colors. But she was new, quiet, yet no one gave her a second glance.
And she awaited the day she could escape their oblivion. Their jabs she saved in memory. The invisible stabs that lay deep within. The bruises upon her lungs and the scabs upon her mind. The things that people gave to her and she kept. While she gave them the warmth they deserved and she was returned with icy winters and heartless smiles. The flawless facades of people everywhere.
Then she disappears. Without a trace. The people miss her for a while, they lost their warmth. Yet they move on, new facades of people to meet. New masks to try on, and new costumes to wear.
Awhile she bought bandages, stitches, and casts. Fixed herself right up to whom she was truly meant to be. The facade long gone along with bruises, scans, and stabs. Left behind was the naked personality of a girl once broken become anew.
When she return she visited all of them. She blew tornadoes upon them, and cried hurricanes. She stomped earthquakes, and shouted words so icy she caused blizzards. When the people tried to recover they asked her why she had become this way.
She merely said,
"If it weren't for me, you would become I."
When we got married you said I was the only one
But you disappear for days and leave me with our son
Go off with your mates and leave me high and dry
I’ve since heard subtle rumours it’s not just ‘you and I’
Now you hide your mobile phone and even I can’t call
I thought our life was perfect – am I heading for a fall
I share my life with you; I believed we were in clover
If you’re cheating on me now I’m telling you ITS OVER
You are and will always be my number one
Marrying you was the greatest thing I've ever done
I refuse to become a victim of the rumour mill
Evil tongues have always gossiped and always will
All my workforce with you will completely agree
They hate my new mobile telephone policy
But that ban on their use remains in place
Even my darling if it is your wrath I must face
Work widowed you are, cheated upon you are not.
This crisis will soon be over and I'm taking you somewhere hot.
Oh my darling thank you, I was really starting to worry
I know I shouldn’t doubt you but my mind is in a flurry
Looking after the baby all day can be quite a strain
If he’s upset and crying all day it really is a drain
We really need to make sure we have some time for us
But you are always working and I hate to make a fuss
It makes me feel so guilty you need to take a break
If you leave work early then Patrick won’t be awake
I’ll be ready waiting for you with a kiss and open arms
You will find me in the bedroom I’ll surrender to your charms
You are my whole world and the centre of all I try to do
I work to provide for my family but from the start you knew
When you became my wife before God we made our vows
Though I think he'll understand we may have our tiffs and rows
But he nor you should forgive me if ever I betray
To hear you ever say those words would be too high a price to pay
So I'll see you later and believe me tonight I'll be on time
Because I've got a hot date with you, you’re forever mine.
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
2nd June 2014
I wish that I was a mountain
A lofty and elegant one
With my roots deep in the earth
A crown of cloud bestowed on my dome
I wish that I was the Alps, with creased peaks
Arm in arms with all the other mountains
Built a tower of epic legacy
of a knight who saved the world once
in his shiny armor on a horse
I wish that I was a mountain
A mountain painted lavender
concealed my nudity with Persian patterns
bruised chest Tulips
and wildflowers of a dry summer
I wish that I was a mountain
My arms open as wide as my mind
My grass hoppers and butterflies
Weren’t ashamed to make love
On the rooftop of the central mosque
I wish that I was a mountain
Springs of clear water
Streamed through my skin
Captive aquarium fish
Grew wings to jump into my border less creeks
I wish that I was a mountain
But my heart wasn’t out of stone
I wish I always had room
Inside my rocky caves
For the weary black sparrows
I wish that I was a mountain
So the homeless people could always sell used books
In the obscure narrow paths of my flesh
Where my tired pilgrims
tied strings of their ancient dreams
To the branches of the Acacia
planted in the courtyard of my heart
I wish that I was a mountain
Every morning at sunrise
Northern winds sang me stories of the exotic towns
While storks holding new born babies
Gossiped about the ominous ugly crows
I wish that I was a mountain
But my heart wasn’t made out of stone
That not even one single person on the earth ever thought
Falling in love was wrong
That joyous songs, twirled in our sky
That every little girl in our street
Had puffy skirts
In scarlet, orange and emerald
I wish I was a mountain
I really want to be a mountain
In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.
Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day,
but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude,
walls lined with the echoes of laughter long gone,
rooms filled with the heavy air of stories untold.
The woman who lived there, a mystery, a shadow,
wandered its halls like a ghost, her presence barely felt
but in the gentle ivory caress of piano keys
that floated through the night, a sorrowful symphony
played to an audience of moon and stars.
Folks in town, they gossiped, cruel jests hidden behind closed doors,
labeling her a recluse, a witch, a specter of the past,
never understanding the weight of loneliness she carried,
a burden that bent her shoulders and dulled her eyes.
She found peace in her music, notes rising and falling,
like the breaths she drew, deep and resonant,
a language only she and the night could comprehend.
The farmhouse, with its peeling paint and creaking floors,
stood as a testament to her existence,
its decay mirroring the abandonment she felt,
doors no longer opening to welcome guests,
windows looking out with a yearning for the world.
Inside, the piano waited, its keys now silent,
dust gathering like a blanket, a comfort in the stillness,
each particle a memory, a moment frozen in time.
And so, the house remains, a relic of loneliness,
a monument to the misunderstood,
its story floating with the wind, carried through the fields,
a melody played on the strings of time,
eternal, echoing, alone.
THE FAIRY TALE
Long ago, far away
As the elderly birch trees say
There lived a beautiful girl, in the castle of misty dreams,
Her eyes were abyssal,covered by angel's wings
The smell of mystery lingered in her dark hair
But she never smiled,never talked,dark clouds hovering o'er her pallid face
Dreams and dreams hurried away through the window of her distant gaze.
No wonder the castle hid itself in the fog of loneliness,
All day long it cried and cried waiting for the sunlight.
Till one day the winds raced,through the walls of the dark castle
Every tree and every bird looked in awe,as God glided through the forest
He moved in speed towards that window, the once silent forest gossiped about his arrival.
Her little heart jumped and hummed like the commotion outside,
To catch a glimpse of him she spread her gaze wide..
He loomed across her window, still, for the first time.
He thought, he found, what he searched, whom he knew through the ages
All the happiness came alive as letters out of the amber pages.
She knew she cried, she never smiled as she was waiting to be found,
Watching him so close by, her heart rhymed the only sound.
The clouds raced far away,
Through the mist the sunrays made way,
the misty dreams melted away.
One embrace,one silent gaze,she smiled, the alabaster foam danced over the waves,
The rosy colour flew across her beautiful face.
The trees sang, the birds tweeted, the octaves danced on their own
The seeds of love found their way out of the rock one again.
Long ago, far away...
The castle glowed, the gloom faded away..