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A dedication to my roommate
The way she left,
The remotes side by side on my bed she left
I remember the day I fought
for the remotes to be left by my cot
I screamed
We were just strangers living feet apart
You thought I was a selfish prick,
I thought you were a boring stick,
I remember the day you bored me with those chessy flicks
I grumbled
We were just strangers living feet aparts
You speak I am just a robot, who nods side to side,
Never looking eye to eye.
I remember the day you cried,
Into your pillow at night,
I know I should have held you tight,
And told you it was alright,
But I was a selfish prick and you were right,
I told you,"well it is life, so shut up and sit tight",
You laughed, I was suprised,
We were not so strangers living feet apart
I remember the day you fell ill,
I wanted to run like hell,
But came out of my shell,
I stayed still,
no sound, lights down until,
You were well.
And then I came down too,
With the same sickness as you,
But you were there for my rescue,
We might be stuck in this place smelling of shoo,
With no of our own tissue,
But through highs and lows,
You were there for me and I for you,
Two lonely souls,
Just living feet apart
I remember the last meal we shared,
No calls after that,
If you meet me on the road somwhere,
Please remember the moments we shared,
The wardens we scared,
The glares we snared,
We were one hell of a foolish pair,
So smile,
As we were strangers, who lived feet apart.
Ancient Derodidymus – You So Sweet A Thing
Derodidymus – an ancient symbol in the form of a
two-headed dragon that’s in a fight forever in one
single body. Yes, for sure . . .
“A Two-Headed Monster” who’s in the mirror for
you to see, “Good Luck,” as one head talks to the
other at will.
Any hint of “Human Normality” pervades the true
essence of a real Derodidymus most certainly not!
The fright factor of such a mythical creature in our
“modern world” conjures an image of a horrible evil!
After all what would one do, if one were to run into
such a mythical creature in a blind alley one night?
Run like Hell . . . Talk to the Creature . . . or Faint!
Or perhaps consult an Anthropologist, if you can!
This two-headed Dragon is an ancient and sacred
symbol for sure, but it’s oh so real today. This is a
fight of the two heads in one body or maybe a most
challenging fight forever, or can it now be put to rest
Today! If not, start running now and keep running
or this so sweet a thing will surely find you! Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 6, 2023 (Narrative)
This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and cart
Out in the early morning
For a good start.
Fold yard’s been cleared and
Cart filled from manure heap,
Fertiliser is expensive
‘Oss and cow muck is cheap.
It doesn’t take that long
To get used to the smell
But Ammonia secretions
Make the eyes run like hell.
Up and down the furrows,
At the end of the day you find
You’ve spent a few hours just
Watching an old ‘oss’s behind.
A nice steady pace as the ‘oss
Plodded steadily on and on
Until another field’s finished,
Another long day’s gone.
Sometimes as just a kid
I was so tired and dead beat
Took all me time to stay awake
Long enough for me to eat.
It’s all mechanical these days
With chemical fertiliser spread
Soil crumbly and friable
Insects and worms mostly dead.
So, the world has reached crisis
Caused by the modern ways
Organic farming’s coming back
With more natural fertilisation ways.
Tractors and muck spreaders
Nowadays play their part
No more standing being pulled
Behind an old ‘oss and cart.
My world’s changed for better
But I really regret the loss
That these days you seldom
Catch sight of an old shire ‘oss.
The way it was for my Dad and all those other
Farm Labourers before WW2 nchanged things.
The Scorpio is dynamic and shrewd
Once in love, they’re faithful and true
Passionate, loyal, once they’re tied
But there feelings, they can hide
If they’re hurt, they seek revenge
Right through to the bitter end
Don’t dare trend on Scorpio’s tail
Make a mistake, better run like hell
Cause them pain, you wish you never
They're very cunning and extremely clever
They really have a dark side too
Never lie, they can see right through
Known as the world’s greatest lovers
As the opposite sex soon discovers
Their ---- drive is just so amazing
Once stung, and your be ----------
Intelligent, powerful with majestic eyes
One look from them, you’re be hypnotized
Charming, persuasive and pleasant to see
These are the Scorpio’s loving and free
Scorpio’s can rule from there heart or there head
One strike from them and you could be ---------
They master their emotions and can be great fun
Although the most possessive signs, under the sun
Determined, romantic with a hint of jealousy
The Scorpio’s traits are endless you see
Once you commit, there be your best friend
Laughing and joking, but please don't offend
Ruled by the planets Pluto and Mars
Under the moon, guided by stars
Their element is water, they value precious time
All this I know, because it's my birth sign
© Copyright 17th August 2013 K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
When you hear the scary music, get out of the house.
When you hear glass breaking, run like hell.
When the guy in the Jason mask runs after you
Run faster!
When you think there are monsters under your bed
and one grabs your foot
Guess what?
You were not wrong.
When you think there is a goblin in your closet
And your heart is beating double time
Get the bejezzus of your room!
Your feelings always know, especially in a scary movie.
When a bloody hand comes out of a grave
Get the hell out of the cemetery.
When the guy in the backseat pops up
Get the fudge out of the car.
When you start seeing dead people
maybe you are dead.....
Don’t fight it.
It never works, even in a scary movie.
You run like hell just to wear
yourself out
Keep up while falling flat
Tired, constantly tired, never
enough sleep in a day
Shut your brain down, liquefy
your thoughts, keep your
mouth shut while keeping
it open
Your run like hell in circles
around the room
Keeping up while spinning down
Tired, constantly tired, never
enough time in a day
Shut your system down, liquefy
your life, keep your
brain dead while keeping
it alive
Your run like hell, pretending to
be alive
Keeping up with others falling down
Tired, constantly tired, never a
new moment in the day
Shut down your life, shut
down your soul, keep
your eyes open while
hoping to keep them shut
In the Chicken Coop
4/23/2015
In the chicken coop in our side yard
When I was just a child
My siblings taught me how to cuss
It drove my mother wild
We went into the Chicken house
And climbed upon the perch
Then said some words you never heard
On Sunday while in church
We said them way too loudly
Just laughing all the while
What happened next you'll never guess
It did not make us smile
My mother yelled come in the house
For dessert we had some hope
We went in hoping for the best
Got our mouths washed out with soap
The lesson learned for me that day
Here and now I have to tell
If your mother calls when cussing
Be smart and run like hell
Some people have dogs and cats.
But the pet that I chose is a ban.
He's very beautiful and his name is Mel.
When people see him, they run like hell.
Owning Mel is something that I don't regret.
.But I have no social life because I have a bat for a pet.
Women come to my house and scream when they see Mel flapping around.
They want nothing else to do with me or Mel after they faint and fall down.
One damn woman nearly killed Mel when she sprayed him with Raid.
I love my bat but because of him, I have no chance of getting laid.
When a 900 pound woman fainted and fell down, she caused and earthquake.
Mel and I were both frightened when everything started to shake.
My own brother wouldn't visit me on a whiskey bet.
If you want a social life, don't get a bat for a pet.
She walked into the convenience store looking for a snack.
It was a pretty day, nothing ominous about it.
There was no clerk, but she figured they would be right back.
She heard a terrifying scream. The hair on her neck stood up.
Something was diabolically wrong; she could feel it, being an empath.
There was muffled thumping in the back room behind the window door.
Should she duck down out of sight or run like hell? She felt like a trapped hare.
The back doors burst open. A guy with a gun was two feet from her.
Let’s go he said. She was horrified. He meant go with him?
She knew if she got into the car she would never be seen alive again.
She was paralyzed with fear. Her feet did not move.
Walk or die, he said. She chose to die.
You are a masterpiece; true work of art
And your whole being, and its every part
Is masterwork of nature and mankind
Which in you is accomplished and refined.
Your hair, like hanging gardens of the queen
Of Babylon, swing down, and in them seen
Are ivy, cherry blossom, orchid, rose
Blooming together in resplendor. Those
Blue eyes, in which we see Monet, Renoir -
The beauty fathomed specially from afar,
That are more haunting, beautiful and true
The greater distance between me and you;
A nose that like a yacht upon the seas
Engulfs the essence of the ocean breeze -
That stays aloft in turmoil and in flood
And sends the chastened air through the blood -
The lips that like the opening to a cave
Conceal a warm and delicate enclave
In which the sparkling teeth and gentle tongue
Lead food inside and air into the lung;
A neck that like a Doric column stands
Majestic, long and white; the lily hands
That craft calligraphy and highest art
Sustained by rushing turbines of your heart;
A chest with pair of Taj Mahals adorned
That puts all human craftsmanship to scorn;
The voice, like a piano or a flute
Resounds through many octaves or stops mute,
The strands of spirit that are entertwined
In the refining furnace of your mind
That fills itself with majesty and love
And forges them into a treasure trove:
The legs like those of cheetah or gazelle
Are elegant and long and run like hell;
The stomach that like delta river's sand
Is smooth and soft and tender to the hand;
And terraced hills and paddies of your ears,
And morning dewdrops of your gentle tears,
And the Saharah Desert of your back,
And the Forbidden Palace in its track:
In you the world is manifest, in you
Is sun and sky and every worldly hue,
The flowers, stars and sculptures and the word
Of masters and the dreamers and the Lord.
I love you all; and, feeling with my heart
Your whole entity and every part,
I rise in passion and, inspired, fall
Into the Sistine Chapel of your soul.