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I make poems because I like to write
I do not stay about it day and night
this poem will take me less than an hour
and I know this poem will not tower
the words of another English scholar
all I am looking for is a friendly "hollar"
or maybe a laugh here or there
hopefully something to lighten up the air
My grammar is bad and structure awful
but I am making something somewhat artful
If I can paint a worded picture I am good with that
as I reread this I should trim some fat
So for all the 12-15 people that have given this a gander
please give me a thumbs up and do not slander.
ON A PASSING CLOUD THERE FLOATS A DREAM
Haunted by a long lost love tis the cold golden fall
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh crying in the night
On a passing cloud there floats a dream in deep flight
Silhouettes in moonlight lit laughing heeding demons call
The soft song of a summer breeze has been long gone
Crisp smells of preseason dew windows covered view
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh crying in the night
Brown, orange, yellow leaves withered crumbled hues
On a passing cloud there floats a dream in deep flight
Haunted by a long lost love tis the cold golden fall
ON A PASSING CLOUD THERE FLOATS A DREAM
Silhouettes in moonlight lit laughing heeding demons call
While I myself scream and hollar but I ain't fraid' of no ghost
Ducks quacking, fires burning, insects no longer crawl
Animals fleeing some eating their own kind their host
Haunted by a long lost love tis the cold golden early fall
Silhouettes in moonlight lit laughing heeding demons crawl
Blowing winds swaying breeze of unloosen autumn leaves
This is late the heat dissipates how can this autumn be
Crisp smells of preseason dew windows covered view
What's up y'all, swirling running spinning spirits fall
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh crying in the night
On a passing cloud there floats a dream in deep flight
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an abominable monster
an adorable man
and a good little whore
with a bible in hand
came strolling along
in tune to song
until Winter said
…. a birthday went wrong
" yo merry! "
and the tramp don’t know
your dirty skirt drips
from the last cup of jo
the breath mint hints
of a back stage blow
" indiscretions "
reek of perfection
…. don’t you no?
" fi-dollar "
and I can make you hollar
but it’s really the whore
who owns this show…
In the Book of money
it’s the me who says “know”
.
.
.
awes for the color of money
yet set upon a high cloud
aligning where there be no crowd
the whispers of a silver shroud
put gravity
where the light is loud
so the waves came calling
and it’s me who came falling
upon a where… eyes nose their hear…
Did he come here to drink,
carouse and raise a stink?
To hollar up the town
and shoot our windows out?
Did he come here for trim?
Soiled doves wave at him,
will he pay for the pearl
they sell to the whole world?
He’s a cowboy,
and he’s riding through the snow,
can’t say where he’s gonna go,
but the man sure seems to know.
He’s a cowboy,
and he’s riding through the snow,
folks sayin’ there’s trouble ahead…
Yes, I think there’s trouble ahead.
Maybe he just wants work,
times are tough, people hurt,
will he ride to a ranch,
hire on with a man?
Maybe he wants revenge,
and this is where it ends,
at some foe bullets fly,
as we run for our lives!
He’s a cowboy,
and he’s riding through the snow,
can’t say where he’s gonna go,
but the man sure seems to know.
He’s a cowboy,
and he’s riding through the snow,
folks sayin’ there’s trouble ahead…
Yes, I think there’s trouble ahead.
Perhaps he’s got a squaw,
or wife not bound by law,
and just wants to relax
before he must ride back.
Perhaps he seeks bounty,
hunting men for a fee,
that will cause many fear
for there’s some secrets here…
He’s a cowboy,
and he’s riding through the snow,
can’t say where he’s gonna go,
but the man sure seems to know.
He’s a cowboy,
and he’s riding through the snow,
folks sayin’ there’s trouble ahead…
Yes, I think there’s trouble ahead.
I ATE A GRASSHOPPER
ANTS DANCED INTO THE HOUSE
MOUSE FINISH THE LAUNDRY
AS THE LAZY CAT SLEEPS ON THE COUCH
DOG IS COOKING DINNER PARROTS MAKING DESERTS
STRAWBERRY CHOCOLATE JELLO PUDDING PIES
AS THE GRASSHOPPER JUMPED OUT MY MOUTH
YET BEFORE HE COULD HOLLAR
AND BEFORE I COULD SWALLOW
by james edward lee sr.
Written by Gail DeBole on July 1, 2014
Updated on July 4, 2014
Fred Sr. doesn't like most things that start with e-.
Thumbs down to e-banking, e-books, and e-asy.
He's known to hollar, “I hate all this e-stuff!”
E-learning, e-coupons, e-love, e-cetera…
"E-nough is E-nough!"
Fred Jr., an e-cop, catches e-crooks online.
Thumbs up to e-everything! He thinks it's all fine.
He's known to hollar, “ I love all this e-stuff!”
E-stings, e-crimes, e-heros, e-cetera…
"I can't get E-nough!"
Fred Jr.'s son, an e-doc, helps patients online.
He lives an e-idea coming into its prime.
He's known to hollar, “We need this e-stuff!”
E-medicine, e-nurses, e-labs, e-cetera…
"Who would say "E-nough is E-nough?"
For you O God
I just, just wanna dance
For you, in your grace
For your embrace
Father Halal just wanna dance
Just give me a chance, wanna dance with you...
People in the congregation
Think that you need rhythm
No offense taken
All you need is your feet and body moving
Moving and praise Halal Hallelujah
By any chance do you think you could dance to celebrate hola
Halal, Halal
Hollar
Step, step, step
I will dance,
I will dance into the Father
Halal
Oh, God
I'm gonna dance
I'm gonna dance, dance, in worship in praise for you
Halal
Oh, God I'm gonna dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance-
Halal
For you
All the crazy things
The night brings
Lost to dreams
Wood and beams
Then I had to fire yesterday
Couldn't forget what it had to say
Lost to tick and the tock
Couldn't keep up with the clock
All the things I thought I had to do .
Wasn't true
As I walked by
Thought I saw the stars cry
A moment in time one asks why
Along my way
Bid an ol man good day
Something hauntingly familiar about his walk
Couldn't really hear his talk
While wondering out aloud
He seemed to draw a crowd
It was so hard to see
That it was really me
How could that even be
A tomorrow
Where I lost to sorrow,
Driven to beg and borrow
Torn tattered
I can see Life had left me battered.
Bended but not broke apart
Still standing as a new day awoke
I tossed my self a dollar
Hope ta hollar
May of been a bum
That may of bothered some
I was alive ,still willing to fight.
Not Lost to the night
I was alive so I was doing alright
L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball
chairs.
E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement,
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping
S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday,
P rincipal skates into the room, “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in
her head to hollar,
“I ce will be here within the hour. Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th
graders run in to help dress
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten
Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they
land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.
Written 4-9-2018 Contest: What I Like Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy