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We want them to grow up to be,
The best that they can be.
We want the very best for them.
We want them to succeed.
We talk, we teach, we prophecy,
Till we can talk no more.
We want them to be well prepared,
When they walk out the door.
We teach them it's important,
To be neat and clean and prompt.
Then make excuses when we're late,
Because the clock just stopped.
We teach them to be kind, polite,
Help others when we can.
Be careful who you're seen with.
How to dress and sit and stand.
We talk about the folks at work,
The folks at church and neighbors,
Pointing out their virtues, faults,
With tongues as sharp as sabers.
Then we say we meant no harm.
We say it's all in fun,
But little pitchers have big ears,
The harm's already done.
They make excuses for themselves,
But they're hard on others,
That fail to measure up with them,
Or those they see as brothers.
Oh No! we say, What have I done!
This wasn't meant to be!
They didn't learn from my mistakes!
I've made a Mini Me!
I pause and listen
To your distant lonely call.
Long and low it pushes
Through the stillness of
The early morning air
To trumpet your arrival.
A disturbance to the sunrise
That is waking here.
It whispers to the ear
That knows your song.
An announcement, an invitation
To meet you at the crossing
Where flashing lights, like soldiers
Make us bow.
And colored arms, like sabers
Fall from attention
To protect your call.
Twelve –hundred horses’ nostrils flare,
Huff and puff their acrid air.
Steel shoes clatter as they rumble
Along your private path.
Your wealth follows on carts
That rattle as they roll.
A strand of pearls
That speaks a message
From a place I’ll never know.
Cyrillic and artistic,
Sung as love notes from a lark.
A serenade to caress you as you slept.
Sung by men who joined the caravan
And later disembarked.
I feel compelled to count them
Then their romance sings
A rainbow to my heart.
Each message is a picture
Drawn by men that love you
As a colored canvas
Waving with the wind.
And when you pass,
My world is still again.
Why do people tell untruths,
And lie about their neighbors,
Spinning tales of guilt and shame.
With tongues as sharp as sabers?
Why spend the time alotted you,
Destroying reputations,
Causing undue anguish 'mongst,
Your friends and close relations?
For one lie just begets one more,
And then the ball starts rolling,
And soon you've told so many lies,
The thing just won't quit growing;
And lies don't just produce more lies,
Oh No, there's that and more,
There's Hate for all the things you said,
And then Revenge for sure;
So lies are not just little things,
They hurt whoever's mentioned.
It doesn't really matter,
What at first was your intention;
For words have power, don't forget,
So guard your tongue with care,
For once the words have passed your lips,
It's said for foul or fair;
And life is such a fleeting thing,
Each day that passes, forfeit.
We really can't afford to waste,
One single, precious moment.
"TO HATE IS TO BE A LIAR, TO SLANDER IS TO BE A FOOL."
Proverbs 10:18
"WHEN A GOOD MAN SPEAKS, HE IS WORTH LISTENING TO BUT THE WORDS OF FOOLS ARE A DIME A DOZEN."
Proverbs 10:20
Nuclear war
If there’s a nuclear war, please let me know
I’ll give the house a dust and let the parrot go
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll call my best friend
And we’ll never know how Coronation Street ends
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll propose to my wife
And throw a five-minute party at the end my life
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll do what I’ve been craving
And drink that bottle of Brandy and stop shaving
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll speak to the neighbours
I’ll bury the ax and put away the sabers
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll believe in god.
I’ll ask him to forgive this reformed atheist sod
If there’s a nuclear war, I’ll curse my luck
They’re killing us all and don’t give a f**k
So, this is it, I finally say as the sky grows dark
We could have survived global warming, by building an ark.
David Cox 13/12/21
On Tuesday I was a prancy, dancy, pirate queen,
On Wednesday I was a velvet-clad bohemian traveling fancy lady,
Yesterday I as a native American who had been done wrong by cowboys.
I am on a Treasure Island today.
The youngest son in Swiss Family Robinson.
My personas are found promptly when I pick up well-loved missives.
Last week I was Jo, the heroine of Little Women,
cutting off my hair and selling it
to help my family.
More often than not I am Pippi Longstockings, living alone,
without parents, taking care of me and my monkey.
There is truth in every book I stick with, for in that book I find a sliver of myself.
Books where I see no inkling or believable bare hint of me hold no interest.
They are not the ones I return to again and again, relishing in my glory days.
Slashing my sabers, showing the world what I can do with a bit of fantasy.
Upon a great white steed he rode
The hope of all he served be known
This valiant soldier's war be told
To fight this day his bravery shown
Into the strife of chaos sown
They rode with vengeance high and wide
Infantry entrenched with blood and bone
Taking life from death's cold bride
For he ordered valour be by his side
Slashing sabers slaying bold
They flayed and tanned sinew and hide
That blocked the sun, darkness tombs enfold
As death and sacrifice did hide
These men's lives whose pride abides
Their lives given to halt the tide
Their courage stands never defied
Into history they marched strong
Their legend still makes hearts shudder
Into the depths of soul and song
Their fate of death sad souls recover
They are the legend of heroes who died
So ignorant of why they gave their lives
To be remembered as the useless glory's tide
To honor the strength of their captain's pride
Written January 11, 2020
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Judged on January 28, 2020
Rewritten February 27, 2021
A sword of the heavens did glean
From railings and arbors
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain
Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
left carelessly out in the rain
Our story begins
in a deep mountain valley,
a village so peaceful and free
When one day the darkness
did unsheathe its horror
with metal and death you will see
The army of Satan,
a wicked battalion,
Hell’s fire their sabers were forged
Dark Skeletal visions
in leather and armor
the depths of the earth had been gorged
With razor sharp weapons,
they slashed and delivered
such pain which had never been found
Through echoes of pleading
and lives quickly ending
in puddles, thick red on the ground
While women and children
were herded like cattle
in mass to the edge of the square
With onyx eyes leering,
midst snickers and cackles,
their captors insanely did stare
When on the horizon
a light brightly shining,
engulfing this nightmarish scene
A porcelain stallion,
its rider a shadow,
a sword of the heavens did glean
From steel hard as granite,
angelic depictions,
a handle of pure solid gold
Once heard in a fable,
when wizards were roaming
such power, the stories foretold
As swift as an arrow
he entered the village,
his steed all at one with the game
With blade silver glistened,
like lightning bolts flashing,
igniting a righteous born flame
Spinning and thrusting
as if a tornado,
a blur now incensed of the glow
With whirlwind fury
and dust clouded thunder,
he dealt them a terrible blow
The evil fueled army,
beheaded and fallen,
the villagers shouted and cheered
When to their amazement,
this heroic savior
as quick as he’d come, disappeared
So there is the story,
a sword made in heaven
is now part of history’s reign
Along with the rider
who wielded its honor,
and hopes he will come back again
9/13/18
Written for the UNSHEATH YOUR SWORD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
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My son rises each morning and easily awakes;
He runs into my room and gives me a hardy shake.
There is no sleepiness in the sound of his excited voice;
The things that he says to me make me smile; I have no choice;
“Dad, Count Dooku has light sabers of both red and green!”
Or, “The triceratops is the funniest dinosaur I’ve ever seen!”
Or, “The polecat is the same animal as the skunk.”
Or, “I wish I could take a shower under an elephant trunk.”
There was, “Dad, I think orange is the color that I now like the best.”
And, “Can we go outside today to look for a treasure chest.”
One morning he said, “You know, mealworms can really stink.”
Once it was, “Dad, I saw a tarantula, swimming in our sink.”
Sometimes he tries to whisper, but he hasn’t mastered the technique yet;
I’ve told him not to shake so hard, but often he forgets.
Some people use an alarm clock or a rooster to help them rise;
But me? I have my bubbly son to help open up my eyes.
The day seemed no different
From the ones that pasted before
Heat, dust and wind
Made living here a chore
We haven't had a drop of rain
For as long as I remember
It seems to me 12 years ago
From this past December
This dusty little town
Wasn't much for one to see
If it wasn't for the Army
It surely wouldn't be
For this place once was covered
With buffalo and grass
And Injuns Lived in Teepees
But that's now in the past
They say they broke the treaty
And that the Injuns had to leave
A tribe of mostly kids and squaws
I think we were deceived
The Army rode like lightening
The tribesmen held their ground
With the flashing of their sabers
They cut every Injun down
The last time that the clouds
Brought water to this town
Was the day that the soldiers
Dragged those bodies to the mound
There they tossed each caucus
In a shallow unmarked grave
No lance , nor stick, nor stone
Not even scribble on a stave
As the Army rode away
A single soldier stayed
To guard against the animal
From digging up the grave
He felt awful for the Injuns
Disgusted by their plight
So from his bag he took a chalk
And upon a stone, did write
To be continued..............