Long Lordy Poems
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What has happened to my muse?
It's not an easy thing to lose
Yet, it seems that I've misplaced it
Or, perhaps, I just erased it
In some absent-minded funk
(Lordy knows, I'm never drunk)
Maybe it's just up my sleeve
Waiting for a love's reprieve
Or stuffed deep inside a pocket
Hoping hopes a dream will rock it
Or perhaps behind the couch
Intent to end my writing slouch
Lost in darkness 'neath my bed
(A metaphor for "in my head")
Drifting on a spring-tide mistral
Or poised for ruin, in a pistol
Gossamer as an angel's wing
Or ebbing life, as sirens sing
Dancing on a moonlit sea
Bound for harbors, heavenly
In the grasp of horrors, dim
A last endeavor, chances, slim
Perhaps it's waiting just inside
The smile of a blushing bride
Or in the twisted roots of trees
A thousand angry honey bees
Framed like all the grandest art
Or served on silver, a' la carte
The promise of a mustard seed
Or in the depths of evil greed
The fevered itch of aged scars
Hot like dust, among the stars
See, that's the beauty of a muse
It hides inside whate'er we choose
Imagination sews its seam -
Bound only by how deep we dream
So, it was hiding, from the start
Within the chambers of my heart
And if your muse is missing, too
I'm sure that's where it waits ...
For YOU!
Written on May 10, 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2020
To the "Your Fave Poem 2020 Not Written For A Contest" Poetry Contest
John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
It’s hard these days for a crook.
Go anywhere around and take a look.
Ain’t no shops to rob of jewelry.
They all closed up and got security.
Not even restaurants for him to rob,
and at the grocers’ Lordy - what a mob!
It’s hard these days for a thief.
I wonder how he’s finding his relief.
Folks he used to rob out on the street
are staying home or downtown packing heat!
See a mugger; put him at unease.
If ya got no gun, pretend to sneeze.
What’s he gonna do? What’s he gonna do?
That crook, that thief, that louse. He’s in a stew.
Yeah, it’s hard these days for a crook.
How’s he gonna get any fishes on his hook.
Hard to burglarize both night AND day
with kids now home and never gone away.
Dad’s are even working from their houses -
some with bullets ready for the louses!
It’s hard these days for the thief.
The grocery stores don’t even have ground beef.
Cops now guard those stores, for heaven’s sake!
How’s the robber gonna get a break?
He best be wise and stay away from US!
In case somebody out there has the virus.
What’s he gonna do? What’s he gonna do?
That crook, that thief, that louse. He’s in a stew.
March 27, 2020 for Richard Lamoureux's A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
I was thinking of that song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" and got the idea to be sarastic about crooks. So this was inspired by that song (though it does not use that song's rapping format at all), and by the title of Richard's contest. Just trying to keep things light. The guns at gun shops here are selling like hotcakes.
You know I had to
leave by 1:00.
I had a date with
Somethang Special.
So I decided to
plow both sides of the
ole circle feild
down by
Suttle's place.
i got the edges first cause I knew
Ole Sutle's wife did laundry
on Wedsday,. Well anyway
I got about all but done
when i looked over
across the feild
and saw them two knucleheaded Gals
out there throwing red tomatos
at Old Suttle's wifes
freshly clean clothes.
I yelled o'er there
a said, stop that you
two damn Gals.
They looked and me a gave some
hand jesture, and told that
tall one "you couldn't wet yo' self wiff water"
Ya'll best be gone, cause I'm
aah tellin Ole Suttler's wife ya'lls doings"
that ole Hussy Gal told me
"Blank you!" waving her midlle finger at
me. I told "Ole Sutter's wife
and she delt wiff them Smupetts:
cussing them out and yelling.
They got on there motorbike and
left. Wear those hiked up
spandex shorts, lordy be
something going on round year!
O Lord have Mercy, here it is!
Another spotless 'write' page on AP.
Auto-correct save me!
Time to open the drapes,
let some light in,
take out the mind-words
and not get them stuck
between tone-deaf teeth.
It's a big thing
this plucking at the skin
of a morning rooster
to see if is has
some cock a doodle to say.
Must relax to the max,
must flatter, coax, and cajole
a mumbling morning muse,
make it trot all over this white space
a place left over from my last
endeavor or whatever.
Lordy, I have an inclination,
the pressure of poesy demands
that I write of dragonflies,
of scintillating flights
and other such transparent temporizations.
To enter the compound eye
of a crystalline sky
to wiz off on a hope and a prayer.
There, tiz done.
Fear not that it means not a lot.
It is a big thing in a small think;
a matter and fact, and well set,
to be this flicker in a gnatcatchers net.
Ya got that right...we're all here tonight...
to party hearty ol' lordy...don't ya know...
It's karaoke night...ya got that right....
So find a good ol' seat and enjoy the show!
Ya got that right...we just might...
sing and dance all night...don't ya know...
Everything's tight...yea, out a sight!
Ya got that right...don't ya know!
Ya got that right...for your hearts delight...
Karaoke night...here...is the place to go...
And we just might...sing and dance away the night..
Yea! we're here to let the good times roll!
Ya got that right...we're all here tonight...
So find a good ol' seat and enjoy the show...
It's karaoke night..yea..ya got that right...
So party hearty ol' lordy..don't ya know!
Yea, everything's tight...out a sight!
Ya got that right...don't ya know..
and we just might..sing and dance all night..
Ya got that right...don't ya know!
Ya got that right...the mood is tight...
It's karaoke night....and so...
For your hearts delight..sing and dance away the night...
Come on and let the good times roll!!!
For your hearts delight...It's karaoke night...
Come on and let the good times roll!
Ya got that right...It's karaoke night!
Come on and let the good times roll!
Yea! we're here to let the good times roll.
Graduation Of Two
It is a day to remember,
my son and grandson together,
Graduating with an A-plus,
so tell me what is all the fuss,
Cannot recall a dull moment,
from yearly gifts now bestowment,
Both of you summa cum laude,
G.P.A. four-point-oh lordy,
So come now, uncle and nephew,
we leased a hall for this venue,
Family and friends all gather,
Entertainment, food, gifts, matter,
Your dad and granddad are happy,
nana's countenance is pretty,
Interest, game technology,
twas both in your biology,
Twas in the cards with words on walls,
colleges with their protocols,
Tis best for both to get a house,
here are the keys as I espouse,
Since your parents bought your new cars,
I resolved to buy a just cause,
So here is a toast to you boys,
ere me young men, to books from toys,
Both part of our family tree,
today, a bit proudly it be.
2020 February 17
Rhyme Scheme:
Couplet
LEGEND: GH - Glenn Hughes JL - Jon Lord/Lordy
GH: "Oh Lordy!"
JL: "Heil!"
GH: "How'd ya like puffin' that magic."
JL: "Bugs is outta the hat, man, -- so the trick is -- how you gonna git hoppity back in there? I'll git the keyboard ready and let's start puffin' man!"
GH: "Huffin' soloist?"
JL: "You puffin' man?"
GL: "I thought Draggin's are heavy-footers?"
JL: "Scales are tamed on my Draggin; -- meet you out front, man."
My take on their version
Their version
You and I see the maybes, the possibles, ... and the crazies.
The world around us hangs in doubt
It's easy to get lost in all the turmoil when we're apart
You face a crime that we'll hear about
The words out bring us closer, hears of my bleeding heart
To pay the cost, would never be the same
That's the scene, we're the maker, dreams that last forever
Eternal lovers, we're not to blame
We did create ... be our blood stain
There's no mistake, there's no refrain
It's insane everything that we know and stood for is still all fine
The same surroundings that stood
we're here again, look around and you're not found around this time
Are here again - this time around
To lose you, I would choose, the timeless end, that space transcends ...
As I look around you can't be found
To lose you, I'd rather see the endless
But this time around ... our true nature be found.
Time and space go passing by
This time around
This time around
So look around, we all will be found
In love
not entered in a contest
"There is no more dangerous menace to civilization
than a government of incompetent, corrupt, or vile men."
~ Ludwig von Mises
Presidential candidates are men of the same unfit kiN
Only one thing they are after ~ the votes of you and I
Left wing or the right; it's a catastrophe in the makinG
Its leadership offered, but it's just their word of moutH
They've made promises that neither of them has kepT
I make no distinction between a donkey or pachyderM
Curmudgeons are they, past prime. One with dementiA
And the other a felon with insufferable moral behavioR
Lordy, what dismal choices when America goes to votE
Couplets On
Forgetting Birthdays
Miracle Man
3/12/2023
Another year came and went,
leaving me not broke, just badly bent.
Year’s speed by so fast, lordy-lordy.
and someone special just turned forty.
Seems I forget her birthday on most years,
she always laughs, I shed virtual tears.
I hope my forgetting you won’t besmirch,
my reputation with those we know at church.
Some say that forgetfulness is born of age,
that as we age brain’s just won’t engage.
But we will not break, though we may bend,
as we await that page that says, THE END.
Happy (Late) Birthday Katie
We Love You
Tom & what’s her name
My driveway is packed with the cars
of friends and family,
chips put out, and the little ones
are running joyously.
A cooler filled up with bag ice
keeps cold soda and beer,
I think half the folks I know
were able to get here.
I stand over a charcoal grill,
today it is my thing,
propane may work in a pinch,
but briquettes remain king
Coals seer some discount longhorn steaks,
bought from a friend of mine,
will turn the meat ninety degrees,
get perfect grill-mark lines.
My vegan niece sits not far off,
always looks thin and ill,
ready to tell everybody:
“It’s not okay to kill!”
As if the plants she likes to eat
didn’t go to their death,
some day she might see how it is,
but she ain’t got there yet.
The youngsters go high on the swings,
I hear metal chains squeak,
one even gets up far enough
to brush against some leaves.
Every few moments one flies off,
and lands half-stumbling,
turns back to his cousins and cries:
“That jump was amazing!”
The older kids are further back,
shagging some fly-balls down,
they mix it up with fast bouncers,
racing across the ground.
Inside men sit and watch the game,
share opinions on sports,
each convinced they know the deal,
which players to exhort.
Not a word of work goes around,
and to me that’s just fine,
Boss-man gets five days of the week,
but these two? They are mine.
Wives and sisters sit on the deck,
indulging in girl-talk,
it may be a stereotype,
but lordy, how they squawk.
Then again, maybe it’s just me,
the introverted type,
gossiping in a big circle,
not something I would like…
Take off the ones medium rare,
three more minutes—well done,
plate them up, then give a shout:
“The steak’s on, everyone!”