Long Mansfield Poems
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¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the rain, the sun
Shines on ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Fly into the garden, ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ indeed.
¦¦¦ the days have been ¦¦¦ dull,
Oh, so ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dark ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ "Mr. Sun
Has forgotten ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Dew upon the ¦¦¦¦ lawn,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the garden beds;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from all the leaves
¦¦¦ the little primrose heads.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ violets ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
With ¦¦¦¦¦ parasols of green
Take a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
They're the bluest ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a bird
Singing ¦¦¦¦¦ a little ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ burst of happy song
Bubbles in his ¦¦¦¦¦¦ throat.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦ sun!
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ must sing,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ for the birds, the flowers,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for everything."
(Blackout of A Fine Day by Katherine Mansfield)
Hear the loud deafening cries of a black woman
A woman once silenced by pain unknown to every man
I was stuck in a mansfield yielding contaminated crop and weeds
Weeds from a seed fertile with deception and greed
Planted by his divided heart of more want than need
I loved him with every fibre, muscle and bone cartilage
But even that could not save me from this fatal carnage
I was caught in the eye of a storm of love
A love never meant to be yet fit so perfectly like a glove
My soul took it all in with no inhibitions or measures
The promises turned to lies of mere guilty pleasures
I experienced the agony of watching a lover love another
My voiceless heart shattered in agony like no other
But I stood still in the midst of rolling sea billows
Now I have become renewed like freshly growing willows
I’ve silenced my cry and my tears have run dry
Although my love for him may never die,
I can move on and still try
Knowing inside that a black woman’s love,
Though sometimes it may hurt and cry,
Like deep blue running waters, it will never run dry…
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This is Harry who's this? Its Tom Mansfield. Tom you realize its 11:30 P.M. Sorry we have 5 climbers missing on the north side of Mooseluck and there has been an avalanche in
that area. Yea I thought I heard it earlier. I'm on my way up to Your place now Tom do you have an extra battery pack for the lamp mine's pretty low. Yep. I have
Billy Williams with me, You have extra gear for him. Yep. I'll put the coffee on What's your ETA? 20 minutes. This is 82571 lima echo alfa juliet signing off.
I'll never understand why these Dartmouth students have to mountain climb on the coldest day of the year, in a storm. Ok snowshoes, therma wraps, lamps, goggles and a map.Waiting for what seems like Hours I hear the bronco finally.
Tom, Billy I was just going to bed when YOU called, What do we have? Four men and a women Headed up Demon's Bluff 10 a.m. this morning. A women they're usually more level headed than men. According to the Information we have they are all seasoned vets at rock climbing In the winter time?? They were suppose to be back by 4P.M. 4pm why are we just hearing about it now. Gregg Tilman was the co-ordinator of a college dance, when he didn't show up to MC the dance we got called. It gets worst the only other name we have is his girlfriend, Elizabeth Townsend. I think it's going to be a long night Tom. Absorb the heat from the wood stove finish your coffee and dress warm
To be Cont.
She was the prettiest doll in the whole world,
Elegant, stunning, waist-less, buxom,
Curves all over the place,
No straight lines.
Shocking for a child’s toy
Shocking for 1959.
Mattel was by far
Ahead of their time.
Marilyn Monroe and
Jane Mansfield were
Our pin-up girls.
This was way before
We demanded to be
Called women so we
Could feel equal to men.
We were still “girls” then,
But not for much longer
We lived in a fantasy world,
Our Barbies and we.
Barbie was blonde, brunette,
Redhead. Her hair was bobbed,
Ponytailed, straightened, and beaded.
She was the only doll we wanted,
And we all wanted her.
Barbie did not stand alone.
We had to have a trunk to
Put all of her clothes in.
Her tiny high heels were
Darling, plastic, a variety
Of colors.
Grandmas and Mamas all over
The world were sewing Barbie
Clothes as fast as they could.
The tiny waist was a problem
Velcro could have fixed,
But Velcro had not been
Invented yet.
I have twenty thousand
Pinterest pins that prove
That today, fifty-nine years
Later, Barbie is no doubt
the most popular doll
and always in
Style.
We have mermaid Barbies,
Cowgirl Barbies, Madame
President Barbies, Magician
Barbies, and Barbies from every
Nation, country and continent.
Yes, Mattel, you did well.
Very well indeed.
Sir Henryi Morgan lived a life
of rags to riches. In his time,
he first was an indentured slave.
When freed, he drifted into crime.
The century was seventeenth,
The New World under Spanish rule.
A pirate Morgan had become,
and to the Spaniards he was cruel.
Sir Morgan managed to become
the captain of his own large crew,
controlling many ships and men.
This Welshman had a lot to do!
With Mansfield, Morgan sailed southwest,
there plundering St. Catherine.
Escaping, he sailed elsewhere then
assembling seven hundred men.
A raid in Cuba yielded him
A very hefty sum of gold.
To Portobelo he then sailed.
Five hundred men they were, all told.
Four hundred men marched forth with him
To Portobelo; then again
he raided other towns and gained
himself prestige plus ships and men.
At last he made his boldest move.
On Panama he set his sight.
In jungle land, he cunningly
took risks and won this major fight.
A pillager and murderer,
in England he was later tried.
Yet in the end, he saw crime pay.
Respectable and rich he died!
For Joe Maverick's "A storm on the Spanish Main" Poetry Contest
The guy who had long hair, now looks worse with short,
one chap looks so serious all the time, more than he ought;
strange that people like watching murder as tho' it's normal,
personally, I prefer something somewhat more magical.
American drama is paramount, Selleck past his sell-by date,
in fact, content is so prolific, it all starts to become second-rate;
La Brea is outrageous, I like weird but that's just stupid,
whoever wrote it, dreamed it up, their taste was insipid.
I used to think that BBC drama was weak, embarrassing,
but maybe not so bad after all, perhaps we like boring;
I read Mansfield was jealous of Monroe, JFK had the pair,
after 'dealing' with her, he had the time to stand and stare.
We live in fiction, even our own lives are completely unreal,
you like watching murder, careful you're not arrested for how you feel.
Total Control
Shall be on business
Not over humans
Who come and who go
If they cannot manage
They are audited
For spending
Decisions
The staff
And parole
Take the advertising
The engine of business
And reckon if Mansfield Amendments
To blame
That Agency No Such
Of the regulation
Implies that the business
Is not all the same
Not for the Labour
Not for Defendance
But for the Inherent system of these
If system is healthy
It ain't the aggressor
The budget
The arch
Proper manage
And peace
You have had selected Yourself this contractor
And now they are weird the product ofy ours
Was taken to prison I was by Guantanamo
And now I am out of Cave on parole
I am speaker
I am poet
Contemporary Artist
I try to express with machine our will
Let say there's Way
Say there are many solutions
But Willing we each of them
Being kinda Real