Long Mayhap Poems
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We all want gifts I guess that's true.
Whether Christian or not we petition You,
For money, possessions, good fortune or fame,
The list is a long one, it's always the same.
We petition You daily to end all our worries,
To help us find peace 'midst the hustle and hurry,
To pay all our bills and restore our good name,
And buy a fine house and mayhap lay claim,
To some hidden fortune forgotten about,
So we would be wealthy and ne'er do without;
Forgetting it seems 'midst the worry and fear,
That all that we need is already here.
You've given so much to Your Children it seems,
We've become rather jaded with grandiose dreams,
Of attaining still more things we don't really need,
And we lose sight of all of Your gifts and Your deeds;
For we have a peace in a world where there's none
And though we have worries we still have some fun.
While others will wonder where they'll lay their head,
We have a roof and a warm, comfy bed.
While others will worry what fate lies ahead,
We relax by the hearth and our children are fed.
Thank You for loving us spoiled as we are.
Without You we'd never have made it this far.
You've given us gifts,
Too many to name,
And still You are there,
When we call on Your Name.
Ole Eighty-seven, rugged and vain,
Serpentine on cold iron rails,
Story filled with strength and pain,
A legendary iron horse tale.
World-renowned freight train of yesteryear,
Lives ever in glory and fame,
A roaring chain without peers,
Ole Eighty-seven, her hailed nickname.
An expression of past golden days,
Its piercing whistle wailed and cried,
In early morn misty haze,
Slithering down the steep mountainside.
Ole Eighty-seven, out of control,
Its air brakes without warning failed,
Hauling a load of black gold,
Down a steep and twisting mountain grade.
Engine to last car, forthwith long gone,
Fondly evoked through song and pen,
Derailed on its final run,
Bringing the end to an idolized train.
Ole Eighty-seven, strong and able,
Railway giant of nobility,
Mayhap as fact and fable,
Railway saga of antiquity.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head.
Grim the outlook,
I am the grimness in my own storybook.
Moods are my mannerism's.
Gooey nose - a stonking flu
got me
now I mimic a monkey
with my bullhorn blowing.
When will the sun rise my eyes?
Blighted by sniffles, I dizzy and sway
to the 'Drug Mart', there to gag and goggle;
at so many meds for a bunged-up head.
Handfuls of hope
back to the laze-upon floozy chair
guzzling pills a popping.
Later, write this,
mayhap get pissed on some bitter brew.
Bandicoot's snoring.
A little peckish.
Here a glimmer
there it is, the shiny light,
feeling svelte in a sky bright blue.
Sniffing better, sleep later.
Dear Universal Source,
I love you still, of course
You've driven me hard
handed me the joker card
often, and still words pour
( though I'm at your door)
from your heart's fount - Chalice Well
I write them down to tell,
as I am bidden
what lies no longer hidden.
Quite soon, I'll be with you
a thought from the blue!
Maybe I will be the tool,
dropping words on a fool.
I wish them good luck,
Mayhap they can get to duck!!
Love always,
Your writing fool.
Written 18th July 2018
For My Muse - Mortal Contest
Sponsor Gregory R. Barden
Like bubbles borne by sea if be this life—
In space of time a mere random moment
And still myriads of rare promises rife,
E’en bubbles as event can make a dent.
Wish, I see in waves and waters vast sea,
See common clay, in all pots and potter,
Wish, I can see the root reality,
See lotus not else than mud and water.
To Destiny, not so is good nor bad,
And still I cleave, create likes and dislikes
From things that are joyous, nor ever sad,
My clinging as a discordant note strikes.
And yet, I can’t but cleave and feel inclined,
Mayhap, in playful mischief God made mind.
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Sonnet |04.12.2006| God, creation, life
Don't be such a snob, my friend,
Looking down on others who,
Haven't done single thing,
To cause such pain to you.
Because perhaps they're new in town,
Not part of the social scene,
Or mayhap they're not with it, smart,
Not beautiful, fit and lean.
Perhaps they're just the quiet type,
Mayhap they're just shy.
Maybe they just don't fit in,
No matter how they try.
Maybe they're quite friendly,
The thoughtful type and kind;
But you just won't accept them,
If so you're out of line.
Don't cause problems for someone,
Who hasn't done a thing,
To harm a single living soul,
Or to some life might bring,
Any kind of happiness,
Or any kind of joy,
Just because they don't do things,
The way you might employ.
Put yourself in their shoes,
For once think how they feel.
You'll find they're really not so bad.
It's really no big deal.
A taste of sun upon my tongue
a lick of stars inside my maw
a fresh cool drink from rivers pure
mayhap her face, today ?
Before you walk away listen to my plea
I squat to feast and famine everyday
waiting for her Rembrandt smile, sweet perfume ;
A taste of mercy on my spleen, pigeon crumb for a bum
I sit and wait ravenous for peace and bread of life,
oh how I wish those stars could wife;
Anchored in home spun words of beauty and grace
she arrives with two wings offering hope and Faith;
Those two faced coins tossed in my favor
become like spun sugar in the rain, suddenly
gone and out of flavor;
I'm a wolfish man a piping nightingale
hungry for the big feast of heaven
A taste of sun upon my tongue, lick of stars
truth and light,...
I'm an Agnus Dei soft as lamb, a street man
with an angel, by his side.
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Dash it..,
Dash it all says I..,
Through bars - I espy.
Their 'eaven, their night sky.
Well.., dash it.,
Let 'em have it.,
And the Northern-
Love cup-stars,
In a wisp of sudden sea fog.,
Like breath on a cold night..,
I'm seeing.., me seven,
Her eight, maybe nine..,
All that way back in time -
At her gate,
Afore her Father bade her in,
And I, espied that 'handle-form' of fate..,
A 'twinklin' in lavender-hued.,
Summers sky., that's long been.
In Welsh she bids me, 'Goodnight., 'Nos da'.., North star.,
Aye.., the words..,
And my world ne'er-'gain found -
Press ganged and stormy life and seas bound.
Though my mind, as long and latitudes -
This way, 'heave an' ho lads'
And to..., and fro..,
Has ne'er forgotten..,
Though long, long,
A thousand seas ago.
No.., Not by the strings at my trouser knee,
Nor the candles ablaze 'pon my hat.., but
Too much 'Devilling at sea' 'as passed,
Too much what's called a sin,
If only an invite to her Birthday gathering.,
When I was a young Jim.
But it be, my lot, 'mayhap' - a pirate..,
Not long.., afore the gallows., nigh.,
Through the bars I see.., above them.,
That cup o' love, northern cup of the stars,
If only that younger I,
Aye..,
Below a younger sky.
30/08/2021 Last Sigh<
I still recall that fateful day you came
To bless us—a day over three decades
Back, but still fresh in mind filled with self-blame,
So deep has been my guilt, it never fades.
I well can understand you were upset—
So hurt that I was not there to take you
In father’s fond arms, his proud eyes nigh wet,
No less than you, my child, the day I rue.
Mayhap, you had no time even to weep,
Nor wait for me many a mile apart,
Your mother in a deeply induced sleep,
You left alas soon as came, broken heart,
Perhaps for a more sanguine warmer perch,
To leave us in a pointless life-long search.
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Sonnet |10.12 2008| daughter, father