Long Odder Poems
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Once when I was younger,
And still had my burning hunger
For finding things worth my while
And hopes for things to give a smile,
I won’t say I was lied to, as much as I was misled
When the meal to be excited for was little more than toasted bread.
Disappointment has made known it’s flavor, since the very start.
And I apologize, sincerely, that it’s left a marred heart.
It was a weird day, having the one being taken,
And it obviously left us other two shaken.
But odder still for me was the next day waking.
I saw the scene, he left, I know there was no faking.
But even so I looked to my right, where he would have slept
And at the sight of a lump about the right size, my heart leapt.
Upon touching however, it was revealed that this was just a trick
And the pillows under the blankets covered me in sadness thick.
There was a time, when we were separated from mother,
When all we had was ourselves, it was only looking out for brother,
And we missed her dearly, constantly, without a day going by
Where we didn’t long for her back, so she might dry what we cry.
Visitation set ups at a designated location with a predetermined time
Where we can, as we wait, have toys or run, wrestle, climb.
So we waited…and we waited..what felt like eons past hours
Until truth set in and gave me a seed that still sours.
Mom not showing up to see we three
Is certainly something that still lives with me.
Excitement exists only to be stolen
Like thinking you can save the ball, but then watch it roll in.
Like thinking the meal in the oven is going to be great
But it comes out blackened, charred, sealing a hungering fate.
Like thinking maybe my baby brother is back, he isn’t truly gone!
But then the form is broken, and the truth lays like cold hard light at dawn.
Like thinking maybe this time, just this once, mom will show up
Then driving home in silence, knowing you shouldn’t let your hopes up.
Hopeful-happy is something from which I try to steer away
Because really it has only caused me sadness on any given day.
He was an odd old man of 43
Looking older and odder than should be
Livin’ alone up on the hill
Nothin’ but chickens for company
He was living off the grid
Had a big log cabin on the property
But he chose to live in tin
Said he built the cabin for a woman he once loved
Since she left it was the place he couldn’t stand to be in
On the land he had a pristine pond
But he used a rusty shower head at the rear of the trailer
When I came he always told of me that he was fond
Once when I visited he let me shoot his guns
And we laughed and told bad jokes all afternoon
He loved his chickens and spending time with friends
And he was often heard howling at his moon
I’d see him around town driving a broke down lookin’ truck
The kind where the doors could fall right off
He’d wave and whistle to ya and yell Good Luck!
But the people in town they would just scoff
Nice old man, kinda lonely I would guess
Staring at that big log cabin every night
Feel sorta bad for him, I must confess
He was an odd old man of 43
We six sheep of Bethlehem be
Bogg, Whiff, Wheep, the triplets and me*
We all get fed and sleep in this shed
It's simple, but so are we!
O star of wonder, star so bright
Guiding strange folk here tonight
Unsuspecting sheep affecting
Oh, what a holy fright!
Who's these people? Oh Golly Gosh!
What's a'doing? Bish! Bash! Bosh!
There's a stranger in our manger,
Offsprung into our nosh!
O wondrous star, so satnav wise
Heaven guiding fat rich guys
Who needs peasants bringing presents?
Kings give the best surprise!
It's them shepherds - oh, what a pain!
Nosy types - a sheep's daily bane;
Off their backsides from the hillsides
Interfering again!
O wondrous star, O shiny thing
Even a sheepie can look at a king
Happy greetings, birthday bleatings
Who knew the sheep could sing?
O party star, O star so true;
Kings and shepherds having a do
Dancing clapping, no chance napping
What's a tired sheep to do?
Our bedroom's filled with brilliant light,
With people that we didn't invite
And something odder in our fodder;
Oh, for a Silent Night!
*Sheep can count but, as Eric Morecambe might have said, although they have the right numbers, they are not necessarily in the right order.
They found ways to make him odder than what he was.
They would receive messages
and would filter some and
not deleiver others.
His relationship was undermined
on purpose.
they found it wise in there worship
to celebrate the acheivements of some
while others were to struggle in there relationships.
into the interest of something
that has potentail
all things then were scrambled into confussion.
She wished him to be hurted by her choose in men.
(which is more efficient for flowers; however, modern methods like rosin pressing (heat/pressure) or solvent/subcritical extraction)
"Rosineer Presso" she had affairs with other men to tell his secrets. She found shameing him a sporty way of feeling feminine. Stories, .In questo paese è illegale praticare o ricevere sesso orale. Which is neither taught or preached. She smiled as such made her decision on who she married easiest.
( she heard a Preacher breathing heavily through the microphone saying "the devil:the devil the devlvil, she stood clapping her hands!")
miracles like milk
prosperity like water
beautiful growth like perfection
still learning about so many definitions
though older, still a child asking the Elder questions
though wiser, still green and making many mistakes in the grass of life
continuing to hang in the freezer
continuing to be crazy from the heat
still wishing for a moderate balance
i too look at everything in my vision from multiple sides now
the scars are the teachers
the unfortunate part of the continuity of my forward steps make me a permanent student
when my time comes, yes, i will still have questions
however, i will be resting peacefully, so i guess trying to find the answers will not matter anymore
pathways and trails of life like rocky silk
views continuing to be odder and odder
(Froggy)
His big crooked smile; the bump on his nose;
His extra large feet with short stubby toes.
Eyes sort of popping beneath eyebrows bushy;
A spare tire middle with such a small tushy!
His loud guitar music; his funny guffaw;
His love poems so cheesy that fill her with awe;
His spending too much to save any money
Because he likes always pleasing his honey.
More froggy than prince, and odder than odd,
But that’s what she loves; he’s perfectly flawed.
(The Prince)
His brilliant white teeth; the cleft in his chin;
The beautiful body; the unblemished skin.
His elegant style; his baby blue eyes,
Manicured nails, costly suits and nice ties.
His house and his Benz; his deep golden tan:
All proof he’s a go-getting clever young man.
The many smart things to the right people said;
His time at the office so he’ll get ahead.
So seemingly flawless he just can’t see why
His girlfriend ran off with that flawed froggy guy!
For SKAT!
I see that you started following me
Did you click the gold star on a whim
Are you now sitting back, trying to relax
Waiting for it all to begin
Did you come here looking for answers
Or simply to be entertained
Should I now bring in the flamingo dancers
Arriving daily on the boogie train
Are you here to share in some laughs
Or looking for a shoulder to cry
Maybe you felt a pull to follow this fool
And you have no idea of why
Did you read the fine print..."If you follow me"
To closely it might drive you insane
I have dozens of lawyers waiting in the wings
That can expertly shift all the blame
So whether I hang out with the head of Johnny Depp+
Or start belly button lint dust fires+
Even digging up the body of Elvis +
All would be true if it wasn't a lie
Just remember that whatever happens
When I open the door to my soul
And give a slight peak, inside to see
It's not like you haven't been warned
+Shameless plugs on some of my odder poems