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Little adobe house on 160 acres
She grows flowers. I grow corn
Tomatoes, watermelon, etc.
Peace, love, hope, and joy
Grow themselves
Porch faces orange blazes
Draped over the rugged Mules
And a barn owl hoovers over
An old water tank with a bunny
In her talons for her
So-ugly-they're-cute hatchlings
Ladder leaned on it
to climb up and see 'em
Brothers and sisters drive from town
For Bible Study
Every Friday night...
After the Word there's coffee and treats
And men load up the truck
Armed rabbit assassins
Patrol Charlie's alfalfa fields
While back at the house
Women laugh and
Children play
Extra rooms
For friends who want to
Spend the night
Saturday mornings
Coffee and bacon waffles
In Charlie's pond across the road
Bass to catch
Beautiful, glorious days
Last night I dreamed
That in this economy
Where shelter's scarce
I was back at the ranch
With a hundred millenials
All of whom, knew me
The adobe house was remodeled
Terracotta with green and red
Lots of black wrought iron
Railings, fences, and gates
Rooms added onto
Big as a mansion
Dirk came to weld more iron
With his crew
And I was trying to make everyone leave
Then I went out towards the pond
And got lost in a huge coal field
A stranger appeared and I asked
How to go back to the road
And a sheriff stopped me with his gun
We, (well it felt like you)
Took his gun from him
But you wouldn't let me shoot him
And I didn't
I woke up... missing all that we had
Your home-made bread
Love by the fire
After kids went to bed
It was incredible
What we did
What we made
What we grew
Our little boys in their cowboy hats
Playing under the giant cottonwood
Our big sprawling porch every evening
Watching the orange purple fire
Spread itself over the valley
And fade into embers
Sparkling the big black night
Like those sunsets, we raged and died
Time after time after time after time
Until we didn't
My dear, sweet,
Warm, loving,
Beautiful
Ex-
You're still so good to me after all
Praying for your family
In that little old church
Where I lost my faith so long ago
Quit being the man you used to know
Something I still believe in though
And always will
cant see it coming down my eyez so I
have to let this Poem Cry
I cant see it coming down my eyez so I
have to let this Poem Cry
See Im not on this Jay-Z shhhh...
Im on this Real Love Shhh...the type of
love thats makes Mary J Blige dig deep to
find her soul shhhh
A poem that lets it out...
see i had love but never cherished it...felt
it but never kept it...used it but as a
crackhead well I had to abuse it...
funny its really irrelevent...love had
passed me so fast like usain bolt there
wasnt a reason for me to catch
it...TREATED IT LIKE SUICIDE SO I HAD
NO CHOICE BUT TO KILL IT FOR MYSELF
A poem that makes me mad...A poem that
keeps me Sad...A POEM THAT MAKES
YOU MAD!!!
R.I.P LOVE!!! YEA I SAID IT...HOW CAN I
DENY IT!!! My broken soul
Past pains hidden deep...My heart has a
hole...Love wasn’t in my book...
Wasn’t something I could see...damn sure
wasnt something i wanted to read
Pain was bound in my world...SO MAYBE
JUST MAYBE I NEED TO BE DEAD...
LOAD UP THE GUN AND PUT IT TO MY
HEAD
CLIMB UP ON TOP OF THE
BUILDING...STAND CLOSE TO THE
EDGE...READY TO FALL...BUT!!!
FELT SO SCARE SO I BEGAN TO STALL!!!
KNOWING NOBODY WAS THERE TO
CATCH MY TEARS
SO I LET THIS POEM CRY INSTEAD!!!
Every time I think the feeling of love has
called it quits
the tortuous memories and hopes that
may never be... prove to still exist
and so I walk the land of love and pain
the man with a plan but no plan to make it
happen
It's not that I'm sleeping or slacking on it
...basically just napping
procrastinating keeps me from snapping
out of insanity
watching other lovers pointing the finger
at my single life
should I be pleased!!! not really!!! because
honestly!!! this is the reality!!!
IT ALL STARTS WITH ME!!! TAKE ME
AWAY!!! LORD TAKE ME AWAY!!!
Day in...Day Out...trying to make
it...continuing to fight love but now i need
to escape it
instead of looking up to the skies and
begin to cry
I couldnt see it coming down my eyez...SO
I LET THE POEM CRY!!!
No Toilet Paper
My mind is boggled.
What is with the Coronavirus mania?
Why is everyone going freaking nuts over this?
From what this writer understands,
It is much like the regular flu,
Which is killing thousands as we speak, and
Hospitalizing even more. And this has been going on,
As long as I have been alive since 1952.
But this particular microbe is novel, and
Since little is known about it apparently,
People are afraid they will “get it.”
So off to Costco they all go, and
Buy as much toilet paper they are all permitted to buy,
Take it home, store or hide it with the other family treasures,
And then realize, inexplicably, that now
They are all magically immune to “getting it.”
Is that what these crazed souls are thinking?
I can think of a fate worse than “getting it.”
Worse than sports games being cancelled;
Worse than concerts and plays going on indefinite hiatus;
Worse than school classes and Sunday services finding the exit door, for now;
Worse than millions of vacations being cancelled, and
Entire industries being brought to their knees;
Worse than the world economy taking a complete nosedive
Into depression and financial paralysis;
Worse than millions of human beings dying
Horrible, agonizing deaths due to this little microbe.
No, I can think of something even worse.
Imagine going to Steak Corral - All You Can Eat,
One night soon, and you wanted your money’s worth.
So you load up your plate with:
Whiskey-laced, barbecued baked beans and garlic bread;
Two breadcrumb-laced quarter pound char-burgers,
Each smothered in a half dozen beer-breaded onion rings,
With ranch dressing dripping over them like lava.
Then you go get some more beans on french fries with
Big raw garlic chunks nestled in them, and then,
You wash it all down with three beers.
Imagine the next morning.
Imagine the horror, the horror,
Of voiding all that Steak Corral stuff, and then
Having the absolute worst possible thing
Happen to you in today’s crisis times.
No toilet paper.
Numbers (From the Old Testament)
11:1 And when the people complained, it displeased the LORD: and the LORD
heard it; and his anger was kindled; and the fire of the LORD burnt among them,
and consumed them that were in the uttermost parts of the camp. 11:2 And the
people cried unto Moses; and when Moses prayed unto the LORD, the fire was
quenched. 11:3 And he called the name of the place Taberah: because the fire of
the LORD burnt among them. 11:25 And the LORD came down in a cloud, and
spake unto him,
Like something out of Goonies
Exploring a childhood cave
I found a hidden entrance
Piled rocks it did save
Pristine with no graffiti
Perhaps the first human to come this way
I stumbled upon a hidden spaceship
Waiting for my soul to take
I powered up the engine
Exhilaration surging through me
Just with a simple thought
To another star system I would be
For the first time in my life
No one telling me what to do
Justifying my need for power
Perhaps as you would too?
I zip to a primitive world
Where the females look so pleasing
And I display my virile power
Morality ridiculous and fleeting
Striking at my own fears
And lifetime of limitations
I declare myself a God
Destroying any asking questions
I roar, I am the Lord!!!
You will have no others before me!!!
I force them to pay taxes
Taking women for booty
Demanding my payment of tribute
Always more women and gold
Then I load up the precious metals
To be returned home and sold
Then I have a book written
Rewarding those playing along
And I make myself a written deity
Justified through scripture and song
Then I take my stolen plunder
And return to my home
Rich and justified in my actions
My only judgment is my own
Years pass as they will
My curiosity gets the best of me
And I return to the cave
Then wormhole back to see
This new religion has taken root
And wars are fought in my name
Chuckling as I shake my head
Wondering if I should feel the slightest shame
Form:
T'was the night before Christmas and through the beer store
folks were procuring Christmas cheer by the score.
They came from near and far to get bottles of rum
to make yummy eggnog and to its pleasures succumb.
Our Ukrainian friends, Vlodymir and Prianka, decided to load up with bottles of vodka, and together with their generous friend Ebenezer celebrated the season by consuming Bloody Caesars.
My Newfoundland friends made it abundantly clear that they planned to consume mass quantities of beer. These would include several stouts, ales and lagers all from local breweries – not exactly a shocker!
Some friends braved the weather that was wet, cold and brisky, in order to purchase forty-ouncers of whiskey; and they all thought it was very good and responsible to consider drinking and driving completely unacceptable.
When the liquor store closed at a quarter to nine, the latecomers decided to purchase moonshine; and, admittedly, they all got a vicarious pleasure from surreptitiously buying from a local bootlegger.
On that Christmas Eve, several ladies did dine to a holiday feast that included bottles of wine. They sipped several glasses of sparkling, red and white toasting Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night!
Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me
So I load up the sleigh with the dog and the kids
The old beat up station wagon I drive
On the hunt for this years perfect tree
We'll be lucky if we make it back home alive
As we jingle all the way to the local tree farm
Six kids and a dog singing at the top of their lungs
With only twelve days left before Christmas
My Ho, Ho, Ho, is already long gone
Picking the best tree out within our budget
My wife says Charlie Brown would be proud
I ask smarty pants Mrs. Santa what she meant by that
She'd rather not say with the little elves around
Before an argument even ensues
I've lost the battle before I hit the front line
You wonder how I'm so confident of that
The same thing happened last year at this time
As I struggle to get the tree off the roof of my jalopy
While Jack the dog in the frost is nipping at my toes
I fall to the ground with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
Waking up to the dogs frozen tongue stuck up my nose
Finally with the tree set up in the front parlor
I notice it leans bad to one side
Taking my chainsaw to alleviate the problem
The gas fumes kill my kids parakeet out right
With Hobby Lobby open late for the holidays
I was able to purchase the product I need
Working late into the wee morning hours
I did a good job shellacking the parakeet
I'm not sure that my kids even noticed
Or brought up the question what for
But they sure like the shinny new ornament
Hanging next to the hamster that disappeared the year before
Well, I survived another preparing for Christmas
As subconsciously I'm being led
To wrap myself in last years present "The Snuggie"
And dream of those sugar plums dancing in my head
Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me
So I load up the sleigh with the dog and the kids
The old beat up station wagon I drive
On the hunt for this years perfect tree
We'll be lucky if we make it back home alive
As we jingle all the way to the local tree farm
Six kids and a dog singing at the top of their lungs
With only twelve days left before Christmas
My Ho, Ho, Ho, is already long gone
Picking the best tree out within our budget
My wife says Charlie Brown would be proud
I ask smarty pants Mrs. Santa what she meant by that
She'd rather not say with the little elves around
Before an argument even ensues
I've lost the battle before I hit the front line
You wonder how I'm so confident of that
The same thing happened last year at this time
As I struggle to get the tree off the roof of my jalopy
While Jack the dog in the frost is nipping at my toes
I fall to the ground with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
Waking up to the dogs frozen tongue stuck up my nose
Finally with the tree set up in the front parlor
I notice it leans bad to one side
Taking my chainsaw to alleviate the problem
The gas fumes kill my kids parakeet out right
With Hobby Lobby open late for the holidays
I was able to purchase the product I need
Working late into the wee morning hours
I did a good job shellacking the parakeet
I'm not sure that my kids even noticed
Or brought up the question what for
But they sure like the shinny new ornament
Hanging next to the hamster that disappeared the year before
Well, I survived another preparing for Christmas
As subconsciously I'm being led
To wrap myself in last years present "The Snuggie"
And dream of those sugar plums dancing in my head
I sit here,
Surrounded by these four walls,
Staring at this mirror again,
No telling when this madness will end.
I'm allowed to leave at any point,
But at this point they might as well lock me in!
There's no point of me being here,
There's no point of me being out there!
I fear if I leave now they'll see it as they win,
Yet I can't stand looking at myself in this mirror!
Do I let them win and walk out in my disgusting skin,
Or do I sit in here and repent for my sins?!
Ope,
Here comes the voices again!
They're not coming from within,
They're coming from that God forsaken mirror!
"You're a pathetic alcoholic who craves the attention from men that you'll never get cause you're a grotesque cow wearing human skin!"
"Enough!!" I yell back at it,
Hitting it with full speed ahead.
"Don't you think I know that?! I'm tired of it it's the same crap day in and day out! You reminding me of how I'm a piece of crap, it must be funny to you to watch me break down into pieces, begging to die in my sleep, cradling back and forth on my feet crying profusely, taking breaks in between to produce agonising screams to let me out of this cell, well now I'm not the only one in pieces, you're resting in pieces now too!"
Looking at the shattered mirror in front of me,
I cradle the broken pieces gently.
It's finally quiet,
Yet that mirrors words keep echoing violently in my head.
I decide to let them win another way,
I decided I'm better off dead.
I pray a piece of the floorboard up,
And pull out a silver case.
I load up my gun,
That I had just incase and put it to my face.
I look at the pieces that remaining,
"See you in hell" I say grimly,
Unloading 4 bullets in my head.
A pretty oak sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away
Decorating the tree with flashes of red, black, grey, yellow and white,
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
They sing , chirp, and chatter in harmony of song
As the seasons pass, we live thru heat, drought , cold and rain all year long
I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three
to make their run at the seeds and grain
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall
At winter they covet the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground
The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest
To nurse and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful life
everything is real with very little strife
Among the colorful citizens of this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun
But life changes, very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground
A seven year old boy and his father are going away for the weekend.
The father notices the look in his young sons eye, when he tells him they are going hunting.
The sparkle of adventure that captures his eye, roaring in like a lion.
The energetic pumped up child so eager to go. The boys father gives his mother a kiss as
he always did as the two of them leave the house, she watches them load up the truck with
everything that is needed to make this an unforgettable trip. The father and son sit there
with their riffles loaded and ready to go. The wind blows through the young body of the
boy as it rattled the leaves on the tree, on this cold crisp October morning. The son
looks at his father and asked What is the meaning of life? The fathers look and expression
was speechless and he did not know what to tell his young son who was full of like and
needing to understand. All the father could think of to say was you'll find out someday
when you are older.
Your answers will be painted like a red, blues and yellow rainbow. When the time comes
you;ll understand what all the colors stand for. A father and son go on a hunting trip
years later as an old man and now grown with a family of his own. Nothing had changed
between these two men even years later. The same two men sat under the same tree where
they had carved their initials into. The son turns to his father and says "I know what the
meaning of life is!"
For my wife and kids are the red, my job sand friends are the blue and you and mother are
the yellow. You guys gave me life, put me on the earth to find out for my self that my
rainbow is painted forever in my heart where it can grow.
cory long