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I feel and hear these old bones creak
every time I pull myself out of my seat.
It seems my youth was just here yesterday
and now suddenly it's so far away.
I miss Billy the kid.
The times that he had. The life that he lived.
I guess he must have gotten himself caught
when his innocence got lost.
I wonder where he is?
I miss Billy the kid.
I used to take a walk in my neighborhood
and all would say "Here comes young Billy and he's up to no good".
I'd always find one to be the butt of my jokes.
I pulled many a prank on many an unsuspecting folk.
I miss Billy the kid.
The times that he had. The life that he lived.
I guess he must have gotten himself caught
when his innocence got lost.
I wonder where he is?
I miss Billy the kid.
His life was always so joyful and bliss.
I remember how in awe he was when he received his first kiss.
He approached everyday with everyone
with an attitude of having all day care free fun.
I miss Billy the kid.
The times that he had. The life that he lived.
I guess he must have gotten himself caught
when his innocence got lost.
I wonder where he is?
I miss Billy the kid.
The past chapters of my life are now distant memories
of a youth now long gone when living life was care free.
In the hereafter I hope that my youth will be relived
because I truly do miss Billy the kid.
Yes, I miss Billy the kid.
The times that he had. The life that he lived.
I guess he must have gotten himself caught
when his innocence got lost.
I wonder where he is?
I miss Billy the kid.
It started as a joke, a mere college prank,
the fraternity house having a good time;
far too much alcohol the pledges drank.
With all the young men being in their prime,
no one considered the likelihood of crime.
Around midnight they were having great fun
laughing and shouting without any cares;
with more liquor to drink they were not done.
The night was jubilant; they were putting on airs
‘til one drunken pledge slipped and fell down the stairs.
After smashing his head on the stoop below,
he lay motionless on the cold, hard ground;
his life was ended by the vicious blow.
They looked in disbelief as they gathered ‘round;
they stood there in shock without making a sound.
They waited awhile before making the call
to make sure they all had the story straight
so no one would be made to take the fall.
They said he was in his room, drinking late;
went out for a snack, slipped, and met his fate.
Their story was tight but cameras don’t lie;
it was there on the tape for all to see;
the videos shot down their alibi.
They went before the judge and bargained a plea;
got ten year’s probation but allowed to stay free.
But the family of the pledge who met his demise
feels justice wasn’t served and it’s not fair
to be left without answers and tears in their eyes.
They must live their life with their sadness to bear
while the brothers go free without any care.
November 26, 2017
walking home, moods surly as the sky
why, I don’t remember
then we were caught in a sudden shower
not cats and dogs
but more than a drizzle
a middling rain
places where we could have taken shelter
but we kept walking
angry at the day, at each other
then it came down harder
we broke into a trot
cursing the sick weather
most expletives censored by the raindrops’ clatter
plowing ahead, but not moving as fast as we could have
through the blur of perpendicular water
by the time we ducked
into our apartment building, we were
a fluid mess of sodden clothes and plastered hair
raining on the lobby floor
and laughing like stupid teenagers
who had just pulled off a high school prank
and the wet
had seeped into my memory
There have been many sightings
of scary clowns stalking kids
even in broad daylight;
who are these psychopaths
causing panic in every town?
They could be your neighbors
or strangers from miles away;
they even call your home
to make a prank call to scare you...
Halloween won't be fun anymore!
Be safe kids, stay home this year,
don't go around for trick or treat...
these scary clowns are really bad
and may harm you and frighten you;
if they ring your doorbell, don't answer!
Why a scary clown is not that one
found in a circus who does tricks
and makes you laugh until tears flow?
Times have changed, innocence
has been lost...danger is real;
scary clowns have bad intentions!
Stay inside and enjoy your Halloween Night,
if a stranger dressed as a clown
rings your bell, call your mom;
tell her to put a banner on the entrance door:
" No scary clowns allowed! "
Written on 10/27/2016
April Fools is on the new horizon
When the next time the sun rises
There will be innocent fibbing and lying
Is it a prank, a joke?
Or just a forum for one to stand up to insult?
It is a whole day dedicated to giving
Laughter an opportunity to make a better living
Hopefully the day will be relaxed
And nobody will face the issue of being sacked
Beware of the pen
With the exploding ink it could send
Then there could be an alluring call
That rings inside the working stall
Look at things closer
Especially if the reading is off the informative poster
All in all a good little spook
Could end up as a romantic hook
And as time carries on
From the flirty spring fling con
He could walk down the aisle to say ‘I do’
Allowing her to reply, “April Fools on you”
It still hangs there,
there on the back of my door.
“Wa d’y lev ut thur?” I can hear you say
in that Chatterley-esque accent of yours,
rippling through me.
“It’s so I can smell you”
I’d reply if I could:
a waft and scent of your neck,
hair… whenever I’d leave the
room. When I’d enter it.
If I just pass by.
I’d tell you that, at night, my arms
loosen their flesh and peel on the cotton,
a needle sews blood afresh into my seams.
At night, the zipper puts my chest back
together and holds my knocking heart in
place…. my ribcage ivory buttons, poached.
My beard grows longer to the left, matching the
lopsided drawstring I pulled in a prank. At night,
the frayed knitting weaves its way into my arm hair.
The smattering of chest hair that made you laugh is now
indistinguishable from where a sewing machine once clamped
shut. At night my fingers become the tips of each sleeve – just out
of reach of your hand
but forever trying.
“It still hangs there” I’d tell you, if I could,
“there on the back of our door.”
It hangs there, it hangs there
still
In Autumn
In Autumn pumpkins hang out in
hedge mazes, corn visits wreathes in
Finland, spices go to
music festivals, photos of
chestnuts do
the splits, marsh mellows make
prank calls, haunted houses tailgate
tourist buses and
fire trucks and
ambulances, porcupines stop
thinking, umbrellas talk
24/7, squirrels read
encyclopaedias, jam people pretend
to be dead, candle people pretend
to be deaf, scarves wear
boots, maple syrup gurgle
nursery rhymes, hens learn to
play the
banjo, chickens lay
cell phones, cherries chase after
bunnies, cupcakes plant
trees, wallets take out
the garbage, and
mittens dip themselves in
cream cheese.
Covid-19; Hunger-20 (A duet)
Wems Henry Temmy
If money can turn the wise fool
What will agony be to bones that suffer calcium?
If death is a pleasure to watch a game on stool
What shall bring fear to the heart dwelling in crematorium?
It is true "money is the root of every evil"
Faith Anthony
If lives can be bought at the market of greed,
Of what use is the force driving the conscience ?
Humanity has long been lost in a vain pursuit of Power
The protests against all the evil and violation of our soul
Sits inside of us, waiting to tell the truth
Wems Henry Temmy
Plague beautifies the world in deceit
Humans' petals flowered its garden
Many falling petals are mistreat
Received enough support but garden isn't pardon
All to the honor of your pleasure, we forfeited
Faith Anthony
Deception permeates the entire region in a steady order
It is now a clash of Money and Power
And being subdued in fear, She(Africa) had to bow
Pledging allegiance and made to Cower
A soul sold out, defenseless without a 'why'
And silence becomes her only hope
Wems Henry Temmy
Gardners have an awesome merry go round
To watch out others in disguised anticipation
Whereas, their harvest bloom and abound
To the mess of Hunger-20 promotion
A scope of care "stay home" is well propounded
Faith Anthony
An enemy has surely done this!
The gardener suddenly cried
An enemy has sowed tares in the garden
Stay at home is the new Creed
Keep social distance or risk going six feet Below
Wems Henry Temmy
It isn't a prank to joke with for all reasons to insanity
Though it seems they had make workers go days starving denizens
Keeping a lot of grains in store for themselves and their cousins
While this is a threat to humanity
They claim to still cherish the welfare of the citizens
© Wems Henry Temmy & Faith Anthony
®2020
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and inviolable sacrosanct
contentiously debated enshrined Constitution
ratified June 21, 1788
preceding hallmark Bill of Rights
(adopted effective December 15, 1791) rank
despite British Monarchy exerting, sans lanced
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thirteen American colonies
(with a great hee hoe)
severely itching for
(and declared) autonomy
from Britain with mojo
memorialized On July 2, 1776,
when Second Continental Congress,
(with more yes votes then no)
met in Philadelphia voting
unanimously, where this poe
whit notates historical
declaration of independence,
yet since Information Technology Revolution
trumps Founding Fathers (well nigh
almost two hundred
and fifty (CCL) year status quo
as into uncharted figurative waters
American Democracy doth row,
especially problematic to adapt
couched freedoms show
cased within storied
novel innovative though
now confounding, frustrating,
and immobilizing supposed call
ling on learned scholars
adept doctors at law,
resistant to brickbats
heaved by protesters with gall
or perhaps consulting
entertainers at Faneuil Hall,
how in tarnation can the tenets, rubric,
and precepts, sans seven score
and four plus orbitz ago
before advent of tele
communications companies
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via erecting a unscalable fire wall
authorized with an A okay by the FCC
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choir ring every man, woman and child even three
yar olds to voice objection,
and take prescient action NOW!
The town which oozed the plain and lacklustre held them in a judo grip but by the same token itself seemed to become slyly going into step by step morph contraction.
“Donkeys are symbolic to a vast extent.
They exude such, indeed much ken.
Are they guffawing at us?
But just as you and I had our first encounter as children when on a short trip with our parents.
It was one of the few forms of entertainment available in this mystery shroud of a spot.
Where disposable income might be too easily disposed of.”
Both Nigella and Nigel found that ever since they met whilst nourishing the donkey, this donkey, its Mise en scene, its portentous presence had this uncanny knack of pursuit of both of them.
The strangest coincidences.
Idioms, expressions, the way people interacted, the synonyms for donkey in this town created a situation where the word donkey and a donkey’s environs, and other creatures in the habitat had this hypnotising invisible secretive yet insidious skulk.
“Have you even sensed, Nigella,a disconcerting shift and shunt this isolated district, the size, there has been a slow exit to boot. On boot.
Does it have its own booty?
We both smirk at that one.
Even as we interact there is this intended or unintended prank simmering….somewhere.
As if we might be shoehorned into a loosely scheduled drama.”
Nigel and nigella often mused and bandied about words asinine and their variants.
But devoid of concrete proposal or narrative life pulse in this strangeville of a town that was now a drift sand physically and in terms of folks who no longer existed resembled an abstruse puzzle when it shouldn't