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Imagine a topsy turvy upset
Where humans were pets
President Jack Russell in talks
With terriers from york
Debating about pest control
Keeping humans in control
Women kept for breading and tame
Men kept for hunting and games
Imagine the chaos if dogs ruled
Who'd stop them being cruel
Locking humans in the garden
Barking and beating hard men
Would they prepare the food?
And clean up the poop?
Would dogs walk on two legs?
And humans use all four instead?
Defining humans into pedigrees
A caged human? Set it free
Lassie would be a heart throb
Wellards the highest payed dog
Workin for the BBC company
Barking beyond companionity
Bathrooms wouldn't be invented
Forests for public conveniences
Politics would still be as bad
Even Jack Russells barking mad
Arguing about the price of meat
From butcher dogs superleads
The largest franchise dog bone
Lots of treats to take home
Second place home barkings
Where they get pets bargains
German shepherds policing the street
As the other breeds are too weak
If the topsy turvy world was true
Not differ much from our rule
I think it would be less confusing
As the dogs life is more amusing
It’s autumn time, and leaves are turning gold.
Before the harvest , folks still celebrate
a fascinating holiday of old.
With black and orange, you might decorate
the inside of your home. Perhaps you’ll thrill
to carve a pumpkin with a scary face.
Black cats might pose upon your windowsill
while ghosts and goblins hang from your fireplace.
As darkness creeps, it’s likely you will see
parades of costumed children in the streets,
so if they’re seen in your vicinity,
remember to be generous with treats.
And if a haunting wind begins to blow,
the poetry of Halloween may flow!
Written Sept. 10, 2013 for Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Poetry Contest
"The mind can weave itself warmly
in the cocoon of its own thoughts,
and dwell a hermit anywhere."
~ James Russell Lowell
"As weavers, we weave.
As spinners, we spin.
And somewhere, in the loom's blur,
Our poems begin."
~ Sudeep Pagedar
"Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-."
~ T. S. Eliot
Weave into my dreams, a tapestry of magic,
Of heart's deepest emotions, cheerful or tragic;
Weave into my poems, soft tunes that once were lost,
Of fallen leaves, waltzing breeze and winter's white frost;
Weave into my hair, the glitter of sunrays bright,
Of dappled shadows, moonlit skies and starry nights;
Weave into my life, the threads of love and romance,
Of passion's sweet nectar, ardour's unending dance;
Weave into my heart, twirls of happiness and joy,
Of everlasting pleasures that none can destroy;
Weave into my being, the essence of your thoughts,
Of that luminous painting from untangled knots;
Weave into my soul, strands of fantasies and songs,
Of desires and unreached heights where this girl belongs.
23rd April 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - 'W' words" contest
If people have some sort of yearning, dissatisfaction or some itch that hasn't been scratched, it might be because they aren't looking in the right direction for a solution. They aren't looking within. ~ Russell Brand
Sometimes I need to make a switch
when things go awry, like a glitch
causing worry and makes me twitch
An unscratched itch An unscratched itch
Mindful of things I'd like to do
a new hobby I might pursue
learn to paddle my own canoe
Have a breakthrough Have a breakthrough
To satisfy my heart's desire
and ignite the spark of love's fire
I'd do whatever I require
My goals aspire My goals aspire
Scratch my itch when I've the notion
Put my ideas into motion
following through with devotion
and emotion and emotion
Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal and phenomenal together
And it was for duty’s sake that we honor God, or whether
Rene Descartes says I doubt therefore I must exist to do the doubting
Akin to intellectual touting
Friedrich Nietzsche said we can’t give up God because we believe in
laws of grammar
God’s anvil has exhausted many a hammer
David Hume came to skepticism over the induction principle
Bertrand Russell said the same thing
Only Cornelius Van Til could say that the unbeliever is like a child
sitting on his father’s lap
Can reach up and slap his father’s face
It is by God’s common grace that the unbeliever
can sit on God’s lap reach up and infantilely slap His face
The intellectual picture and metaphor
Is in Christ who died for a Whore
Heraclitus and Zeno can consider points in a stream not the same in time
Or arrows that have antecedent range each and every time
Copernicus and Kepler (even Aristarchus) are skewing heliocentricity
Why wasn’t Ptolemy or Lucretius given verticity
All today’s G.O.A.T.’s can buy their fame
They won’t walk with the sheep on the last day
John Lennon said it out loud imagine there’s no heaven
We can equally posit imagine there is no Lennon
The Auburn Affirmation could only deny Christ’s deity
Jean Paul Sartre could only collar the Holy Spirit and throw Him out
Wittgenstein could only show disgust in the ubiquity of God’s judgment
on him
Unless they were breathing God’s air
And it’s the battling against the Holy Spirit’s work that is the unforgivable sin
Matthew asked this author
“How can you hate someone you don’t believe in?”
Costumed creatures of the night,
Cinderellas and Snow Whites,
Power Rangers and Superman,
Pumpkins, pirates, Peter Pan.
Off they go in pure delight,
With watchful parents still in sight.
"Trick or treat!" the children sing,
In anticipation of sweet offerings.
Candy, gum and other treasures,
Guaranteed to bring them pleasure,
Fill their bags up as they go.
Door by door their booty grows.
Halloween brings back fond memories,
Of childhood fun with friends and family.
Dressing up and making believe,
Are what I like best about All Hallow's Eve.
Kim Merryman 9/25/11
for Russell Sivey's Halloween contest
A freeman’s worship is akin to a one-night stand courtship
(We become a doulos to be free this is an irony of Christianity)
Christians are accused of an emotional Christianity
But Dr. Russell hates God, that’s emotional insanity
Dr. Russell says there is no objective foundation for absolute values
Yet he turns and accuses Christians as if there are these values
Are you absolutely sure Dr. Russell that there is no absolute standard?
Please speak in the microphone, please use candor
Your struggle au contraire Dr. Russell
Makes you nothing more than a philosophical love muscle
P.S.
In this psychological tussle
You may be called an Aleman casco
Lalochezia is thus defined
That I can utter curse words to ease my mind
Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale —
model citizens led the way
to their stage, all the rage
for seconds in time.
cool of Dawn Dolls —
icons of the seventies,
for teeny-tiny bills
a girl could own a million.
smaller in stature,
much harder to detail,
the manufacturers tire
of the dwarf-sized dolls.
these Topper Toys
with copper joints,
knees that morphed green
like fingers wearing cheap rings.
authenticity from 1970 to 1973
when bankruptcy interrupted
Topper bank accounts
though tail strings tried to revive.
recorded in 1973 by Tony Orlando and Dawn,
Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree.
i sighed everytime the radio would play.
hit number one, Helen Reddy’s Delta Dawn.
memories made as a seventies teen. . .
the aftermath of dawn tugs the strings.
if it wasn’t for Pinterest might i forget
the tug of dawn, the playful heart.
1/30/2020
From Wikipedia:
"Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree" is a song recorded by Tony Orlando and Dawn. It was written by Irwin Levine and L. Russell Brown and produced by Hank Medress and Dave Appell, with Motown/Stax backing vocalist Telma Hopkins, Joyce Vincent Wilson and her sister Pamela Vincent on backing vocals.[1] It was a worldwide hit for the group in 1973.
"Delta Dawn" is a song written by former child rockabilly star Larry Collins and songwriter Alex Harvey,[a] best known as a 1972 top ten country hit for Tanya Tucker[1] and a number one hit for Helen Reddy in 1973.
The building is imposing and fearful, a death row,
it is heritage, but haunted and very creepy;
the gallows still remain and hundreds of unmarked graves.
But, knowing all this- I took a dare on HALLOWEEN . . .
I went to my bunk in a dark cell with no windows,
falling asleep, I dreamt I was being touched by hands;
and SCREAMED- I saw a man walking slow and I followed.
H e l l o . . . ! He opened a door and stepped through, I did too-
It was dark, water dripped, then I saw the man hanging,
his neck broken, his eyes bulged and his mouth was smiling;
decomposed dead are crawling on the floor and walls.
I am fighting when hands tie the noose- my body drops . . .
In the mental ward- hands hang me each night as I fight.
___________________________
October 7, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/ Nicholas Street Jail
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9477-06-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Halloween Scare Contest
sponsor, Russell Sivey
Second Place
At the arrival of the winter storm, stretching for a mile,
a bockout occurred in a rural town famed for its exquisite wine;
it became very dark as the lights went out in every house...
I felt scarier than a hopeless prisoner in bondage,
but an idea struck me while I stepped on a fleeing mouse.
And while the moonbeams filtered in invitingly, and the crickets sang me
their awkward melody...I couldn't live in darkness and feel safe!
The willows of the reef seemed phantoms moving towards me...
I had a red candle never being used and its glow could have safeguarded me;
at least, I would have had some light shedding on me to keep them away from me!
Didn't poets of long ago write by dim candlelight? Weren't they often taken by rage?
They used quills to make their work even harder writing in medieval style!
I wasn't expecting a return to the past...it could have caused a disastrous fire...
if I had fallen asleep! But for Heaven's sake, I lived for passion, not waiting to flee!
My sonnet had to be written throughout that time for my inspiration to survive!
Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Candlelight "