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This is the story of Sally Doolally
A young maiden farmer from down in the valley
She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally
And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’
Sally Doolally had once caught his eye
When the hat that she wore was a stale apple pie
She couldn’t find flowers to wear in her hair
So she pinned a half eaten carrot in there
Her lipstick was not anywhere to be found
So she mashed up some beetroot and smeared it around
Because her best dress was still hung on the line
She wore an old curtain she’d coloured with wine
Her shoes were worn out so she put on her feet
Two old cardboard boxes to walk down the street
She had no gold ring like girls wear in their nose
Her bulls all had rings so she wore one of those
She headed for town at a bit of a jog
Attached to her waist by a rope was her dog
In one hand she carried a frog in a jar
And held in her teeth was a massive cigar
She met an old friend and she told her it rankles
That grandma’s old bloomers were draped round her ankles
She took them while grandma was making a trifle
And ‘LOOK!’ she hoped Thomas would like grandpa’s rifle
The old friend said, ‘Thomas is mad about rabbits,’
So Sally could maybe exhibit their habits
Her friend told her Thomas was down at the shops
So Sally rushed off doing mad bunny hops
She saw him and gave him a good humoured wink
But did they get married… well what do you think?
Turns out McNally was doolally too
And so when invited they both said, ‘I do.’
The wealthy Sterling family
was completely devastated
when their beloved butler,
Arthur, suddenly vanished.
Arthur had served them with
flawless devotion, warmth,
and unmatched grace for
over three decades.
Lord Reginald and Lady
Eleanor immediately
gathered the entire
household staff in the grand
library.
Detective Richard Vance was
called to the mansion to
investigate the mysterious,
sudden disappearance.
Vance began by searching
Arthur's meticulous quarters,
looking for any hidden clues
or notes.
inside a leather- bound
ledger, Vance found a
frantic, handwritten note
detailing a dark secret.
Arthur discovered that Clara
the maid and Thomas the
gardener were secretly
stealing luxury silverware.
The brilliant butler noticed
the sterling silver forks and
golden platters vanishing
week by week.
When Arthur confronted the
thieving duo in the
greenhouse, they panicked
and took him hostage.
Clara and Thomas bound and
gagged the loyal butler,
locking him deep inside the
dark root cellar.
Vance noticed Clara's hands
trembling violently as she
served tea during the tense
interrogation.
The detective also spotted
fresh, deep mud tracking
from the greenhouse directly
into the main house.
Thomas claimed he was busy
trimming the hedges all
morning, but his boots were
completely dry.
Vance swiftly led the worried
Sterling family down into the
damp, shadowy depths of
the cellar.
With a heavy iron key found
in Clara's apron pocket,
Vance unlocked the rusted
cellar door.
There lay Arthur, bound to a
wooden chair but thankfully
completely unharmed and
safe.
Beside him sat three massive
canvas sacks overflowing
with the family's missing
luxury silverware.
Clara and Thomas fell to their
knees, weeping and
confessing to the entire
greedy scheme.
Lord Reginald immediately
called the authorities, while
Lady Eleanor wept tears of
pure relief.
The beloved butler was safely saved, and the family
threw a grand feast in his honor.
The bitter biting wind howls around my face
I’m out on the moors: such a desolate place
Dark clouds are gathering straight ahead
Wish I was at home safe in my bed
Streaks of golden lightning fill up the sky
Vivid flashes of white flash in my eye
Thunder claps deafen me, I cover my ears
Not been in a storm like this for many many years
Lightning forks fill me with fascination
I wait for the next one with great anticipation
Lighting up the sky like a massive floodlight
Thunder and lightning such a pure delight
I shelter safely by the gnarled oak tree
Its wizened old branches shielding me
Rain teems down but I am safe and dry
I shelter safely until the storm passes by
Written for Shadow Hamilton’s Storms Contest
06-29-14
~awarded 3rd place~
Dear Steven Gageler mate.? Maybe that address to you offends.? If thats is so?
Then we' both know the course you'll take'
Yet here I will indulge a little bit.' In this notion.? (That you've not been hit ) by those who would screw Australia down lock up its Spirit, tarnish its re-known.' Its
Golden promise born un-tamed, the land of
Mining; cattle, sheep and endless plains.' Where hope strikes up despite great floods.' Where bush brigades battle massive fires untill
They get them into hubs.' Where roos and
Emus shadows cast.' Along a ridge as hard
As brass, that sets off well our bodies bronze.' Australia how i love you long, and so Steve? What about a fair go for all.' In a varied Nation whats your call.? Will we beneifit; from an educated youth.? In a land thats its own continent..Come on now bloody;strewth.' We have a world here thats our own..No need to leave its shores to roam, and I speak here of my own know! For should I
Return I'll never go.' Who of us is the greater man.? I have no care..And truly no plan' I'd much rather,
indeed i'd love to see' so many hero's; for i know there be.' In my rugged land down under...Steve take your place.'
And roll out thunder.! PROCLAIM OUR ETHOS TO THE WORLD.! don't deny full web access to ( our boys and girls !)
Physics of the moon
I feel the lunar ecstasy in your heart
Connecting our vibes from over 1500 miles apart
With every swing of my mood ring, my sensational heart will sing
An out of this world phenomenon tune, "you are my everything!"
Absorbing every phase the moon goes threw
Sending energy between me and you
When our eyes meet on the darkest side of the moon
Your body mass rotates like a cyclone hitting my land like a typhoon
Like the gravity that bonds the earth and moon together
Our souls will collide with a massive force of forever
The image of you appears at all times like a moon cycle
Like a cascade running all around my mind, like a halo circle
Our love and vision orbits through every star
Giving us light no matter how near or far
The stars throb around the moon like a secret signal in the night
While you inhale my energy that exceeds into the morning light
Like a rainbow that enters and vanishes into the twilight of our sky
Our first kiss under the moon beam will twist our tongues into a tie
A sweet magnetic shadow will remain under the half moon
Sweeping our love above the clouds to float like a balloon
Holding a reflection with the moon's tide
Our journey continued, side by side
Emerging our love to find its way soon
Like a love mirage with the physics of the moon
:)
Beautiful Benjamin
And what happens after we die?
My hope, we need acceptance into the spirit realm.
The love we have in our soul and the love we receive
from the spirits will allow us to travel and discover
all the answers to our questions.
I'm not sure this is going to be a massive
power rush or a weak spirit fade.
I don't see it as heaven or hell but
the evil some people are guilty of
will diminish thier soul to the point of outcast.
The outcast has a different journey.
One rich in love will have a pleasant journey.
Why do people crave love so much?
We feel crushed and broken without it.
Love in the heart builds love in the soul brings
love to the spirit and holistic self.
A sence of worth and pride bring value
to everyone you meet.
Character and caring will be you presence
in here and now.
What do you think?
I think that's beautiful.
(“Depth Psychology Merit Badge aka The Myth of Being”, 2015, original oil)
The Weight of Time
Experiences fall like snow flakes
Full and soft, floating down to settle gently
Building up in layers, forming drifts
And, with the weight of time,
Ice in glaciers and massive shields
That smother the ground
And eventually work their way to the sea
To form blocks of experience
That then float away.
Sunlight illuminates their inner being
Releasing memories all packed together
In sights and sounds, smells and feelings
Faces and words, thoughts and dreams
Hidden beneath a surface
In unfathomable depths
Each bonded with other moments
Supporting and sustaining
the notion of a whole
Greater than the parts.
Each of us exist like this
Bergs of distinct memory and identity
Adrift and at ease
Subject to the flow of tides and currents
Beyond our control or comprehension
Subject of the ever falling snow
Full and soft, floating down to settle gently
In layer upon layer
Condensing into something more
Under the weight of time.
(12/21/24)
Twice a day, the jackdaws gather in their thousands, in that same old tree
It is as if they only gather for a good old group meet and a bit of repartee
Standing in the garden you see them flying in their groups from overhead
As in their thousands and all the late comers who have just got out of bed
The last ones in make me laugh, squawking as if to so say don't forget me
Then silence descends, just what is going on within there I just cannot see
It's as inside that tree the chief Jackdaws have a gathering of all the clans
Discussing all the local farmers, then talk about the rest of the day’s plans
Then no more than an hour you will get to see them all flying off in groups
Then it’s all over “till dusk when again they are all back in massive swoops
I really admire their kith and kinship; it's far greater than ours can ever be
But it never stops me wondering just what the ‘eck is going on in that tree
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
This Dusk ***
Night begins tipping its massive
Glance into my window,
Its wispy bangs protecting early
Sight of the diamond highlight
Topping its black pupil, which also
Carries a dimmed reflection of me,
Seeking its lovely solace;
A picturing of the hymns to which I listen...
Comforting
Night comes with its still
Surrounding arms, hugging like
No human will, for long patient
Hours, without any other deeds to call it away;
Extending stars’ shine to kiss my cheeks and
Preface dreams to stroll the soon sleeping hours —
A budding in sub-conscious mystery and
The magical, as yet untraveled, galaxies
That embrace my wonder —
So blessed and nurtured
...Comes
The moon,
Even beyond clouds,
To witness prayers.
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(c) Sally young Eslinger 5/2021
Thanks be to God
Today I wept so profusely as if
A voluminous river bursting
Had bored a hole through the
Back of my head and the dam
Let go. A fountain of salty wet
Tears from anguish, pain, loss
And I do believe emotional
Turmoil. My clothes were soaked,
Tissues, towels nothing could soak
The salty wetness up . Was I to drowned
From my own bodily fluids? I had
No one to drive me to the emergency
Room. I called 911. Than I lowered
Myself and prayed a silent prayer to please
Help me. I felt a rush of wind. As if a large
Something had flown very close to me.
Suddenly a set of strong arms embraced me
And every ill and negative emotion that was
Triggering this mind blowing madness was
Cast away. He was beautiful. Golden locks
Of Curley hair, long white gown and the most
Beautiful wings. He was massive. At least
Seven feet tall. A giant icon of celestial
Proportionas. And he saved me. A warrior of
Eternal Light sent from above unselfish
Gallant and all knowing.