Long Gunners Poems
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A barren land is thirsty for rain
Its dry sands can’t yield any grain
The ground printed with bare footmarks
And a soldier boot prints in their tracks
Famine was signalised by a beautiful sign
The innocence of a bright and cloudless blue sky
Under it they pray to the gods to make the clouds weep
As their water wells ebb down into sips
Tears fall more frequently than rain
Sinking into the hot arid terrain
The wind whistles by without moisture
It blows past them carrying away their prayers
They look to the skies for humanitarian manna
To the same sky they look out and dread the gunners
The land the poor till for survival
Is the land on which the rich kill for minerals
Women and their babies live their fighting men behind
Asylum lies beyond the unknown borderlines
Their land is just a name and memory, home is no more
A place they came from, now in the claws of famine and war
Dedication: To the struggle for peace in South Sudan
(Rhyming Haiku)
Whenever I view
I jot each line heart pursue
Yet plead muse too blue
Whenever I saw
I am fine if it is raw
Yet mix lines muse draw
Whenever I get
I love timing an art duet
Yet both rarely vet
Whenever I fix
I do such of rules that mix
Yet both brings conflicts
Whenever I bow
I bid grace of sins avow
Yet life disallow
Whenever I can
I bask being an earthly fan
Yet wish flesh be ban
Whenever I see
I wish flesh be drown in sea
Yet swims undersea
Whenever I call
I feed service like a thrall
Yet quests don't install
Whenever I cry
I see reason not to try
Yet I dream to fly
Whenever I sing
I hope my voice wins Eon's King
Yet my lyrics sting
Whenever I pray
I decree of divine sleigh
Yet its race delay
Nowadays I view
The change in lines heart pursue
How money comes new
Nowadays I saw
The change in thoughts I couth raw
How progress won't flaw
Nowadays I get
The change that balance dream's duet
How time flies cum debt
Nowadays I fix
The changed rose and violet mix
How future predicts!
Nowadays I bow
The changed call nature avow
How circumstance plough!
Nowadays I can
Change the night, Arsenal fan
How Arteta span!
Nowadays I see
The change in season and sea
How good is referee!
Nowadays I call
The change a long waiting thrall
How freedom treats all!
Nowadays I cry
The change that waited my try
How staying paints bye!
Nowadays I sing
The change running London's King
How lovely is spring!
Nowadays I pray
The changed wheels of gunners sleigh
How to bring hooray!
I’ve been working since I was twelve years old,
But my first on-the-books job
Was as a sailor in the US Navy,
Gunners Mate.
Six years and three Westpac deployments.
Fifty months of sea duty
Changed me for good and bad.
Over the years since,
I’ve had many terms of employment,
Both full and part-time.
My part-time jobs have included
Hanging wallpaper and painting houses.
Building stockade style fences.
Landscaping and more landscaping.
Cleaning commercial kitchen exhaust hoods.
I’ve been a receptionist at yoga studios,
A registered yoga instructor,
A certified personal trainer,
A high school cross country,
Wrestling, and track & field coach.
I’ve been a substitute teacher
At every grade level, K-12.
I’ve also been a supervisor of
Student teachers earning their
Master’s degrees in education.
Most recently, I work as a museum docent.
My full-time jobs have included
Bartender in a low-life country dive.
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
Laborer in a garment factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
A refrigerated trailer factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
And a lamp factory.
(It was too hot to drink anything but water on the job.)
I’ve engraved gift items in a mall kiosk.
Yes, I drank on the job.
I’ve worked at a day camp for disabled adults
And was a resident advisor in a facility
For profoundly disabled adults.
I’ve been a public-school custodian,
And a teacher of high school history and sociology,
My longest tenure at any job, by far.
My final full-time job
Was as a maintenance superintendent
In a seventy-building garden apartment complex.
I’ve also been a writer of fiction
Who draws from experience
Attempting to fashion a plausible tale.
Boys turned into men
Acting chivalry needing to defend
Thackray who never was
Due to the wasp woman wanting buzz
Gunners waited for Watford to arrive
“Foul!” they did claim in a cry
On target goal after the penalty try
Followed by one then another
Sunday’s mother
Agree those went in
Later on Arsenal committed an innocent sin
Deeny connected
Shot was not protected
Three one at the break
Story brewing about the yellow jacket relegation wake
Being well back
Singing stingers put together an attack
Calling upon Danny to give a whack
A nice song he did bellow
Not enough to save the hives, dear fellow
For the longest time
In her own mind
Mrs. Harris
Just home from Paris
Thackray did not cause any trouble
There was no reason to blow any bubbles
As time ticked away
Grealish earned his claret blue army pay
Slicking it through the post
Mrs. Harris a few seconds later returned the gesture with a kind toast
A draw
Was the call
And Aston’s Villa would not be sold
Since they did not fold
“Send down the Honey Cherry Buzz flavor”
Second tier league requested as a favor
Mr. Bourne with toffee candy in the mouth
His cherries ready to head south
But today he enjoyed a sweet victory taste
Wasn’t showing ill feelings or haste
Instead filled with Goodison’s grace
Citizens on the other hand made the canaries look like nothing
Man City netting five which was something
Four sixes were on the executive level table
Two were issued to pensioners writing a Chelsea fable
While the Red Devils had a pair
Enough to scare
That pesky fox
Now having respectable stock
“Worry about a single commitment next year
And enjoy that cheer”
Was the message
About priority addressing
As for Thackray, the west ham
Romantically united Mrs. Harris succeeded in her plan
Next time a gale force winds come through
Infecting play asking ‘what are you gonna do?”
Do not put the season in the hearses
Just be sporty write creative poetic rhyming verses
The End
No one can tell
If it will end well
If anyone knows
It would be a nose
That has never been
A humanly made being
The blues fear
Red devil cheers
But the match turned severe
And the last laugh became sincere
Cum troubling and noisy chants
Buried like well embedded plants
"Them don dey go... one by one"
It ought to be just for fun
Meanwhile, many almost gone mad
As some look so glad
What a lively match!
Also a beautiful smart snatch
A winning well deserve
Another one been preserved
Rejoice but forget not
Gunners still dey hot
And bullets are loaded--
Tick-tack not outmoded
The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can
Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows
For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors
A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride
Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs
A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray
I dare say I met one intact and conscious
He was rude and quite audacious
No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze
A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss
The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part
Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged
I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause
I bid the court give me custody immediately
They awaited the response from the Admiralty
The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank
He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease
A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder
I sailed him back to London to learn a trade
And go to school for a decade
I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd
Citizens were upset
With the Honey Hornets set
They played dance songs
But it was all wrong
Records being abused
Scratching them when used
Stingers created a vibe
That said let the music die
Before the first forty five ended
Twilight Zone Rod should be commended
Two for Stirling
Hometown hive was swirling
Only to see another pair go by
Relegation staring bees straight in the eye
Four score
Sky Blue headed for the door
“Nice seeing you here
Will be playing for champions league cheer
In the coming year
Tabloid stuff did not work
Honesty was how we popped the cork”
Later in the day Gunners held fire
While Aston’s Villa was put on the tight wire
If this was the end to the show
Arsenal would let them know
First half saw one in
Enough for a claret blue army crucial win
This allowed a table jump
To safety over buzzing hump
No need reporting anything new
Except the canary could be dining on honey dipping stew
In the dungeon
Doing some number crunching
Asking themselves why did we go to that high profile luncheon
Where we did all the munching
Weekend starts to close
And the football shows
Lily in her white
Invites the gunner for a bite
Granted she is one point behind
Needs to move up in the line
Being very nice gives a goal to him
Lily in white calls good friend Min
He puts one in
Score looks the same, identical twin
As they go to break
Lily in white took all she could bake
Near the end to this match
There was a Spur catch
Lilywhites enthusiasm was pumping
Before going table jumping
Gunners walk away gentlemen
Chivalry today shown and defend
As for Mr. Bourne he had a mouth
Really upset about potential plans to go south
Then the foxes came to pick the cherries
Getting a netter in a hurry
This did not sit well
Or gel
Instead it sounded a bell
Picking up his rake
A scene he did make
Scoring four
He was not going to be ignored
When things were done
Foxes were stun
Cherries over taking Aston relaxing
In his villa after a day that was taxing
Two upsets kept the plot going
In which team was lowering
Their competitive degree
When being relegated to another league
Someone once published a title “A Tale of Two Cities”
And tonight’s European football fate seemed to be artistically witty
Over Anfield the stadium was a fill
While Paris there was nil
With Man City Citizens and their gunners getting out of the way
This sporting presentation had a lot to say
It was like looking into reflective glasses
Challenging the accepted belief of playing to the masses
When things were half done
The spectacle still looked like fun
With the French taking control with two
Still wearing their blue
While it was said
On the other channel those in the color red
Put one in to get out of aggregate debt
Back to PSG feeling alone
Playing at home
With a crowd on the street
Sending some heat
Fireworks going off
Standing tall the French stated ‘we have to get coronavirus caught’
In London Liverpool still had it level this only tempted the coronavirus devil
Another half hour could give the bug more time to show its power
Time ticking down
Celebrating could start in the French romantic loving town
Beat the Germ Men again
Protecting the image Parisoner’s defend
As the red masses wish
Two more periods have been put on the big red list
Free play for those freezing after the pounds they pay
Reds drew first blood
But AM responded by saying ‘you know what’
Three in the goal
And Liverpool went home feeling cold
They had them in their mist
Not expecting AM to raise a fist
This act of self-destruction
Ended up as the reality instruction
AM and Paris will head on to the elite eight
Hoping health care will have their issue straight
Feeling very trapped
Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped
Proceed down a level
Only giving a quotable shovel
Building a winning case
In a better place
Riding in a vehicle to transfer
Something in the air had a stir
“Face the gunners mate
Tonight is the date
Do not worry about the sky points
You will not lose em in the Emirates joint”
As for the new castle that was united
Confident acting armored and knighted
Plan to invade the gold sands
Metal detectors in the hand
Mr. Bourne shouted from the mouth
“Why are you heading south?
To pick our bloody cherries
In order to pour your chalices and be merry”
A royal not in a hurry
Answered, “No we want to know what you have buried “
Before the match
Mr. Bourne wondered about the catch
Wanting to fry the whole batch
“A royal meal
Sounds like a good deal”
Stepping off the bus
Convicted canary had no fuss
Ready to take the arsenal aim
Realizing it is just high profile fame
Feeling very calm
Taking the threat made by the cannon ball bomb
Puttering on the beach
Deciding on a lesson to teach
Magpies treasure uncovered a tasteful test
Carrying all the ingredients that were in the chest
Claiming their pies are the best
Mr. Bourne watched in content
Reaching his one goal that he meant
In the flavor went
Deceptive dessert destined to be sent
Baked by mag the pie
Well decorated and that was no lie
Placed in a box
Addressed “Thackray now having Goldie locks”
Arriving home seeing the gift
This gave the west ham and nice lift
Reading the attached letter
That stated you will play better
Table saw a movement that counted three
Jumping over the buzzing bees
Hornets now behind
Closer to relegation time
After eating the treat
Ever so sweet
With a accompanied wine
Temptation that was divine
Not able to decline
In the end Thackray shirt turned color Claret
Due to the after dinner drink that was a perfect pair it
Thackray thought this was good and fun
Before a thought came to her when she was done
Appointment book said Sunday meeting at St James
Playing a game
Letting out a gigantic gastric bubble
Saying “Uh oh I am a west ham in big trouble”