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A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick,
Who never his calves and cattle branded,
That caused to create the word maverick—
An eccentric rebel born of cow shed!
Now, before the word breached its national,
Borders it meant ‘all cattle unbranded’,
And before that, ‘one unconventional’,
Mutating still: ‘master-less quadruped’.
Today, hidebound means man narrow-minded,
Long back it meant skinny cattle of drought,
Bare to bones and ribs all but sticking out,
Hidebound is man parochial, pettyhead!
Holy cow’, one may say to interject,
It oft means a ‘sacred cow’ one can’t touch,
You so much as just touch and get hit, ouch!
Elsewhere it may amount to mixing fact.
The word ‘cow’ comes from Sanskrit ‘gau’,
Comes cattle from Latin chattel—
Movable wealth French calls capitale,
Everywhere it is holier than thou!
To migrants then, cattle was sole money,
In Roman language , money is ‘Pecu’
From Indo Aryan Sanskrit word ‘pashu’,
From it came in English: pecuniary!
Words respect no boundary line,
As do birds and religion and music,
Only man’s busy borders to define;
To change maybe we need a maverick.
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Ways of words | 03.10.2009 |
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
With Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
When you're in need
No nothings impossible
When He’s guiding me
You could be sinking like Peter
Maybe shipwrecked like Paul
But Gods' full of mercy and grace
He will lift you back up if you fall
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
With Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
For you and for me
No nothings impossible
When He’s holding me
You might be a doubting Thomas
With only your eyes you’ll believe
But when Jesus walks into the room
You won’t be dreaming a dream
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
For Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
For you and for me
No nothings impossible
When He’s guiding me
You might be a tax collector
Collecting money all day long
Maybe a managing director
God still wants to save your soul
Nothing impossible
For those who believe
No nothings impossible
With Jesus you see
He holds out His hand
When you're in need
No nothings impossible
When He’s guiding me
© Copyright K.C.Leake
24th November 2015
All Rights Reserve3d
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD...
WE SIT IN REIGNS
OF ONCE GLORIOUS DAYS.
A RULE OF RIGHTEOUS RAGE,
BUT THE KING IS DEAD
LONG LIVE THE PAIN.
WITH A BLADE OF MOONS SHADES
AND DEVIL'S LIVE IN
OUR SOUL'S DEEP DARK MAZE.
WE WAITE FOR THE RETURN OF THE ONE.
THE YEARS IN THE SUN.
WANTING ALL FOR SOMEONE
THE SIGN OF THE HOLLOWED SON.
THE GOD BURNED OF FLESH
AND MONEY SPENT AS A TOKEN FOR ZION'S GRACE.
THE WRITING IS ON A DIRTY WALL.
OUR SINS RUN DEEP
THEY DISTURB THE SLEEP
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD,
TWO THOUSAND AND SOME FOLD.
AND HIS REIGNS RETURN...
TWO THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED NINETY-SIX
Pierre was a billionaire living in BelAir
A most successful concessionaire
Handsomely suave and debonair
Loved reading excerpts from Voltaire
Played for hours games of solitaire
His favourite lair was in a cozy wingback chair
Savouring his Earl Grey with chocolate éclair
Loved to travel just about anywhere
His wife accused him of having an affair
With a stewardess high in the air
Turned out it was she dating a commissionaire
Though every night she said a little prayer
She got caught with her derrière in midair
Quite unaware of her disheveled hair
And how deep she fell in her own snare
Totally no panache or an ounce of flair
She thought life to her had been unfair
Since Pierre’s money she’d not get a share
It would all be left to an heir
One whose loyalty did not compare
Pierre’s cuddly pet, his rare mohair bear
On this fine day I do declare
Liars and cheaters do beware
Play your games if you dare
But if I have my way I swear
You’ll only inherit your fair share of despair
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
On Christmas Eve in nineteen thirty-three,
a friendly visitor in Willoughby*
became the center of a mystery
of a bizarre and shocking tragedy .
Bystanders said this girl, all dressed in blue—
before they could react—just walked onto
the railroad tracks, of which she had clear view.
Why did she die, this girl just passing through?
Attempts to learn her name were all in vain.
Loose coins and a ticket for the train
to Corry** in her purse did not explain
who she WAS. An enigma, she’d remain.
Townspeople pooled their money to provide
a funeral. She was identified
as “girl in blue.” Their conscience is their guide;
fresh flowers for her grave are still supplied.
The caring citizens of Willoughby
would not find out till nineteen ninety-three
the tragic girl in blue’s identity.
That ticket in her purse became the key.
The Corry records proved the family
of Josephine Klimczak owned property
in Warren County. Though the mystery
was solved. “The girl in blue,” she’ll always be.
Of those three thousand locals who went to
that funeral, there would be very few
still living when discovery of who
she was came out—that unique girl in blue.
*Ohio
Since that day years and years ago, I have been s i l e n t -
You HURT me to my core- I never expected that!
Money was stronger than l o v e way back then and the price was high!
Oh, the price of distance and silence . . . of years and years of nothingness
I heard of your D E A T H today and again I am hurt- and remembering
when y o u stood with this girl, as I picked my father's coffin, and other
times - so TODAY, I say the unsayable- thanks and KISS you adieu with love!
_______________________
November 22, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/"Sadness Unsayable"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-964-373-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, UNSAYABLE
sponsor, Nette Onclaud
Third Place
Arhinio the Highland Hussy, is a story about a tribe of woman who were
exiled from the Tribe of Tithious in the land of Srimadd, in the land of
Edenusfarr. They worshiped the Evil Goddess Unsharer, who forbade the women to marry men. Yet they could have male friends who were allowed to pay for favors. BBifer was the Queen-Hussy of Meaniest, who would allow these Broads to bare children, but couldn't marry, because the books of Frownbouis forbade it. Doltrime, was said to be the prettiest, she was allowed to smile and tease her male friends, Arilfo was the ugliest she had to submit to the first man who spoke, yet she was forbidden to marry. Thw high-queen,Longtouge, the Spearer, gave word to the kro-kro men of the Neitherworld, those who had many children, could have more and marry the whores, but the fairling and beautiful people were subject to scripts, were they were allowed to be pimped, by different names, if the woman, was pretty she could receive money from a member of her customers club, to receive payment for womanly chores. Askpikeheadrub, was away to show aprecation so this was taxed by the Hussywomen.
SAVED SOUL
Hey you, you got money
For this honey,
No, but need it ,
Take my watch,
It’s a swatch,
I need it now!
Not now, cops around,
Things are hot,
But need this pot!
Let’s be done
Then I’ll run!
And be gone!
People staring,
People gazing,
Heart is racing,
Want it now!
Ah, feels so good,
Think of home,
And my hood,
Mom and Dad
Took it too
Know that soon
I’ll be trash!
Mom and Dad,
Are now ash!
How long could
I last,
Look behind
At my past,
What am I,
I am high,
I’ve been bad,
Such a cad!
I need help
I am drowning
In a sea,
Of dissolution,
As I know
What will become
Of me!
Perhaps I should die,
Must be gone,
I feel high!
Walk to bridge,
On the ridge,
Arms reach out,
Grab me,
Next I see,
Bright lights,
Reach my soul,
Like burning coal,
Doctors, rushing all
So white,
Seem to want to
Put things right,
Nurses also
Safe my life.
From today,
Know now Want to
Be old and grey!
Who grabbed me,
Saved me,
It was He!
hear my words I don't know if this
if this will make you feel better, you need to feel better
hear my words
I though I would just sit down here
and jot down some sweet verbal praises;
I may not know how you feel
but I know the feeling you feel, it's real
so hear my words, it may just make you feel better
talk to God, pray a prayer
nothing especially overly non-abbreviated
hear my words talk to the Lord and you will feel better
hear the words from the Lord and you will feel better
trust and believe in the words from the bible and you'll be better;
From the one whom gave us life
And the one who saved us this one His name is Jesus Christ
Our savior Lord our King;
His reign is and will be forever;
I just want to yell it out and tell all that I know, this is what it's all about
His righteousness, He's made me wonderfully blessed;
I know this
There will be wars and rumors of wars;
Children forsaking all their duties and shores;
Hear my words
Wrongs changed to rights, rights sin to wrongs changing to right!!? What?
Men are we praising God and co providing for our families
Showing and telling how boys and girls should be
(following Christ come follow me)
After this is gone (done) all natural things, houses, money jobs cars and land;
In the aftermath there'll be nothing left;
Hear my words
And also before we're born we had God, we have God, we had God
Teach the child to provide, teach them to follow God
and reverence Christ, yeah
Woman are we searching for flesh, settling for anything other than the best;
If you want a man, there's one searching and He's holy;
If you want a man one is coming one that server Jesus, Jesus Christ;
What do we have left teach your daughters to nurture and be sure that the first man their standards are in line with Jesus;
Hear my words
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 18 2013
Blue jays on the fence and a wren's perched on the 'pile
Lookin' out my window I can see it's been a while
Since I stepped outside of something, other than my house
I feel the need to find the speed of a little grey field mouse
Hurryin' to check the flurry of somethin's caught its eye
But in a rush to go nowhere beneath the summer sky
I used to stretch my legs a bit when then a younger man
I couldn't wait to close the gate and set out 'cross the land
I'd count the smiles between the miles as money in the bank
Never any doubt about what's left there in the tank
From notion to the ocean close as one foot out the door
But now it seems it's only dreams that get loose anymore
Yeah, now it seems it's just my dreams that get loose anymore
Chorus 1
Stretchin' my legs, my ol' heart begs
To be makin' tracks
Markin' time, "Get off the dime!"
What else could hold me back
Stretchin' my legs, throw out the dregs
Of what I've come to be
Find new smiles, out in those miles
Long as this heart beats in me
Long as this heart beats in me
Like an ol' dog chasin' rabbits dreamin' lyin' by the fire
Those joints'll stiffen if you don't listen and make that call a liar
The heart speaks truth it's not just youth that marks the soul of man
There's nothin' done beneath the sun that waits until you can
Decision's made when the plans are laid in the mind's eye lookin' out
And the surest thing is the purest thing that's left no room for doubt
Waitin' til the time is right might leave the fire cold
I won't get any younger at home waitin' to grow old
The time is never better than the weather of the day
Waitin' til the sun shines only makes sense makin' hay
The longest journey takes one step makes sense to make it now
Cause I keep growin' older, can't grow younger anyhow
Yeah, I keep growin' older, can't grow younger anyhow
Chorus 2
Stretchin' my legs, my ol' heart begs
To be makin' tracks
Markin' time, "Spend that last dime!"
What good is holdin' back
Stretchin' my legs, shake off the dregs
Of what I've come to be
Find new smiles, out in those miles
Long as this heart beats in me
Find the smiles, left in these miles
Long as this heart beats in me