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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking ‘bout the stew I burnt, which I hoped he couldn’t focus.
That he’d gulp it down with ‘red-eye’ wine, and he would fail to notice.
But no, my luck was out, he flew raging from his seat
“You’ve put a taste into my ‘gob’, now I need something sweet,
What’s in the fridge;” he yanked the door, took out a plate and bowl,
On one was chunky custard, and one a mouldy sausage roll.
“Look at this!” The shearer screamed, so all the mob could see.
First they eyed the sausage roll, and then looked back at their tea.
“Hang on” I said, “You ‘mangy’ lot, what you’re seeing here,
Is something I can’t be blamed for, they’re from the cook last year.”
“Git’ the boss!” I heard yelled out, and one went for the door.
I need this job and need it bad … to them I vowed and swore.
I’ll clean out the fridge and lift my act; then promised I would bake,
A treat for them on Wednesday ... my special chocolate cake.
My memory’s a little blank, for the ingredients I need,
I’ve got most in the cupboard, with no recipe to read,
Butters scarce but lard will do, and the milks a little sour.
None of them are ‘gunna’ notice, the weevils in the flour.
There’s salt and caster sugar, I need cocoa but there’s none,
There is a tin of milo though; its use by date is March of sixty-one,
That’s everything to make the cake; all I need’s an egg to bind,
Oh yes! There are two in the fridge; last years cook had left behind.
I got down the mixing bowl, and took some water from the tank,
Spooned out a couple of wrigglers … the dead ones to the bottom sank.
I’m not sure about the ounces or the tablespoons and such.
Cups of this with drops of that, but does that really matter much.
The only time I wasn’t sure, and felt maybe should I renege,
When I cracked the shell and found, a half grown chicken in the egg.
But they’re shearers here, big and strong, who’d never get to eat,
Let alone a chocolate cake, but one that’s made with meat.
The oven’s hot, the textures great, I greased the baking dish.
The cake was cooked and it smelt great … every shearers wish.
But a chicken’s foot stuck out the top; I cut out and ate that bit.
You know this chocolate cake of mine, tasted – more – like … ‘passionfruit’!
Was the purpose of your absence an attempt at causing me pain?
That crippling feeling, a spider spinning its web inside my mind.
That arachnid, poisonous, jeers the word space like a handicap.
That parasitic relationship forms a cloud covering the moonlight,
A fog that swirls like a whirlpool in your absence. How rapturous
Your paradox forming a bridge made from our memories. Broken and
Reshaped they become the foundation to a journey in that sea you
Created within me. Your withered emotions and fleeting empathy
were a false proposition of hope only a jester would find funny.
An exhibition of animosity lies in the silent waves – waiting –
for our sunset. How beautiful its rays are against the black water;
falling into the abyss, hidden under that rain your pseudo blanket.
Does the sunrise when you are blind? Does the moon set when
You can’t see the sky? That colorblind man sits there on the beach
Looking in silence. He cannot see his reflection within the water, he
Stands and walks to its surface. There he finds a crow crippled, limping
In the ripples where his reflection should be. That psychedelic feeling
Draws in his drowning breathe, falling into the sea. Paramount to his
Survival the man drowns, his understanding a paradox in his memory.
Only he, the crow, remembers the light of the moon. Its pompous shape,
that transcendent light, a memory to your decay. Only when yellow hits
the eyes of the crow will that white light fade beyond the thunderstorm.
He cries to the heavens, yet his speech murmurs under the weight. That
Black water suffocates his prayer, but he finds comfort in his anonymity. In
the presence of absence the crow longs for loss. He who is stolen from
wishes to be further buried, lost in the waves. That siren sings a fading
melody back into his ears. His own prayer an anchor tied to his feet,
crippled in your memory. Fractured in his own faith, what god heard
his suffering, his murmurs clots of air in a salty sea; black as the blood
from the wound you carved out in his chest. What blessing filled
his misery, that pseudo composition you create is a platter filled
with the feather of the crow. His words held sweet your grace,
an ensemble dancing in the mind of the forgotten. in the sea of
his followers he is Poseidon, yet still the crow sank, anchored in misery.
Our roots run deep into the Philadelphia bells of acoustical waves of your musical melodies, sound in my distant ear, the sailors storm on the wooden ferry I ride, into the depths, of a swamps crossing, saved by the mind, we traveled together with a song in a line, oceans wake we travel across to a hay ride wedding and chowder horns of blessings we dine.
Rings true to the bells of a flashing red nose of St. Nicholas flight we sit and fight occupied by the Christmas Night. Songs we would sing from an Old English Story carried on by our families from generations ago. A musical history of wooden winds along with an Indian Pipe we remember from back then, the long journey of the stalagmites of millions of years you shown to me. Nature we live to see, what's right in front of me, horses we gallop to the lake filled with trout, and into the rivers of the Chattanooga with a stripped root beer of truth in its colors are bound into a saltwater taffy candy entwined.
Built from the foundation, a brick and a pebble, we rise through the years of lessons we learned, the barrel of two guns and logs of fire on a cold night.
A loss so great grief long and hard two people so young and so soon they were gone. Torn apart into a new life and it begins with the truth that lies beneath. From the strength above we pulled through.
Snowy rooftops and a seasons leaf, roaring rapids and a bridge line of cobble, a Water Wheel and Indian Tales in a Grey Stone Prayer of a white candle lit. We move along through it all filled with adventure and love carrying the music within to find ourselves back to the oceans again deep in our hearts. The Tropics we know.
Constructing the intelligence broad waters rise and a house from the 20's you kept alive, hard as it was a paradise you built, home you always were where ever you went.
My heart sank when the news came, I never have thought of a day without you. Brave I was with all that you survived, I made it through, darkness came and they attacked with secrets people never knew, I almost died, but came through because of you.
As years went by then at last comes a son I thought who lives in the memory of you. Lessons we learned will carry on to him too. Bless our lives with many more of you. As I sit here today missing you, all I can do is carry on...and hope to make you proud as I am of you.
It’s a quarter after seven, a cloud of silence immerse,
Six frightened souls, the situation a constant curse.
The candle burns dim, it’s almost out,
Dinner was scarce, not enough to go around.
The kids are edgy; the mother’s heart rapidly beats,
They hear his anger in a distance, way up the street.
The swearing gets louder; they can almost feel the pain,
“All jerseys on “mom says,” again we sleep in the rain”.
In through the gate, the stairs he doesn’t see,
Falls to the ground and curses, for bruising his knee.
Kicks the poor dog on his way into the house,
Punches the door open and throws himself on the couch.
Calls for his trembling wife, the mother of his children,
Just to punch her in her face, to let her know of his presence.
He shouts for his kids and tells them he hates them,
But it’s nothing new, as they’ve heard it all being mentioned.
He’s meal is served the last glass dish around,
He flings it onto the floor, a thousand pieces on the ground.
“I want food,” he screams, but that was the last,
“Eat off the floor,” was his wife’s suggested blast.
A million stars was then what she saw,
As he played football with her head against the wall.
Her screams died slowly after the third bounce,
No heart he had, not a shred, not an ounce.
The children run for help to the neighbors they implore,
They slam the door on their little faces, their plight to ignore.
With no one else in sight, their fate they do not know,
No brave soul to help, their hearts all sank low.
Six frightened faces, all abused and torn,
The eldest just ten, with the youngest just been born.
In darkness they stand, the rain steady and cold,
Where quietly they wait for events to unfold.
A thin lanky passerby called the police by chance,
When he saw that evil man, he knew at a glance.
Something had happened, danger was imminent,
No more screaming was heard, damage was evident.
An ambulance came hurriedly with loud sirens blasting,
While the evil man being shoved in the police van swearing.
The unconscious wife bleeding profusely from her head,
To the hospital they take her, where she lay almost dead.
Six little children, scared, cold and tired,
Enter their home slowly, that’s dark and quiet.
They sweep up the glass pieces and scoop up the food,
And take care of each other, cause’ it’s just another day of Abuse.
I Love You
The way you look at me
It isn't fair
Because I can't resist your hypnotic stare
I run my hands through your hair
You just turn away
And act like nothing is there
Girl you do something to me
Can't you see it my eyes?
If you say no that is a lie
The passion, the fire
Can't you see that your my one desire?
Words can't describe the way I feel
Never felt something like this before
Never have I felt something so real
When it's just you and I
God I've never felt so I alive
I keep wanting to tell you more and more
It's a long shot
But you're the best I got
I hope you feel the same way I do
So I can finally say "I love you"
Girl you tease me
When you do things that make my crazy
The times you lay your head on my chest
It just makes my heart pound
I wonder at times
Is that your mission, your quest?
To do things that I consider torture
When you use your body with such a gesture
Baby, don't deny what we feel
Becuase the more you do
It makes me ill
Words can't describe the way I feel
When I see your smile
It's like I'm frozen in time
Never have I felt something so real
When it's just you and I
Girl I've never felt so alive
I keep wanting to tell you everytime I look in your eyes
It's a long shot
But you're the best I got
I hope you feel the same way I do
Here it goes..
"I love you"
A long pause followed
After that my heart sank
Because I believed that I had made a huge mistake
I waited for an answer
But no answer came
I start to walk away
With nothing left to say
I kept walking until I heard her say my name..
I stopped in my tracks
Wondering what she was going to say
I turn to look at her
She had tears in her eyes.
"I was hoping you would say that one day."
I pulled her close to hug her tight
This time she didn't put up a fight
Our faces coming closer
Like a gravitational pull
To go in for the kiss
Still waiting for the words to leave her lips
Still wondering does she feel the same way I do
"Baby, I love you too."
Words can't describe the way I feel
To hear you say those words
Now our love is real
Girl when it's just you and I
I've never felt so alive
It was a long shot
But you're the best I got
For those words to leave your lips
Now our love can exist
Our love finally true,
All because we said those three little words:
"I Love You"
You know the feeling
When you getting dressed
You going out
So you have to impress
If everything goes right
Then there goes your success
When you enjoy the date it makes you happy and smile
You haven't felt a live like this in a while
Happiness got behind you
But love trying to find you (you)
What happen to the love?
Why isn't displayed
When it comes to loving God
We try to throw shade(throw shade)
We act shamed
We fill that Void
That others left in vein
Where's the love
It doesn't feel the same
A relationship that we should be committed
To living right and doing right
We represent with great sight
Trying to work it out all for the Good
Even when things are not going
The way we think it should
Nobody's perfect
It takes two to make it
I got to admit
Fall to my knees
Give him Thanks
For planting the seeds
And not letting me sank
I want to be happy
I want God to be happy too
Dont be discouraged
He still loves you
He loves us unconditional
Regardless of what we've done
He is the father
And he speaks through us through his Son
Just like any relationship
He wants us to have fun
What happen to the love?
Why isn't displayed
When it comes to loving God
We try to throw shade(throw shade)
We act shamed
We fill that Void
That others left in vein
Where's the love
It doesn't feel the same
A relationship that we should be committed
To living right and doing right
We represent with great sight
In a relationship
You want to be excepted
Not an empty space
Dont want to be neglected
Even when life gets hectic
Pray and talk to him
You wont regret it
Where is the love
That made you excited
Light the fire ?? in your heart
You cant hide it
Someone who except your flaws
And make you flawless
The cost that is you can't believe it its costless
Just prove that unconditional what you want
He understands
He's your supply
Waiting for your demand
To seek after him do all you can
What happen to the love?
Why isn't displayed
When it comes to loving God
We try to throw shade(throw shade)
We act shamed
We fill that Void
That others left in vein
Where's the love
It doesn't feel the same
A relationship that we should be committed
To living right and doing right
We represent with great sight
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
10/4/2015
In the cabaret hall of the Hotel,
the stage was set for her 'Night Show',
the hall was lit but not so bright
dim it was and made to look so
to give an air of weird intoxication
tables and chairs were arranged
for the guests who 'd reserved
to drink and dine and watch the
show of the night
The guests at last arrived
And had occupied their chairs reserved,
And the stage was set for the much
awaited cabaret show to take off
Suddenly the hall plunged into quietude,
The curtains of the cabaret stage went up
And there was music pouring from
a corner of the stage from an orchestra
of local repute, and there she appeared
the cabaret girl, the star of the night
in her shiny glittering robe with feathers
round her waist.....and she began to dance
soon, the dance of twists and jerks
that went as if unstoppable with the
dancing beauty showing apparently
no signs of tiredness, until the clock struck 12 O'CLOCK
When suddenly, the lights went off
and the hall plunged into darkness and there
was a lull, and there appeared a bundle of a
focussed stream of light pointing to the
girl dancing as she began the last item
of the day...'the strip-tease' and she remained
devoid of her robes for a few seconds and
disappeared into the stage ...........
Into the green room, she sank into her
couch, a tired and lustreless woman
cursing her fate
Earth's Tragic Events
Earth's tragic events
Seem to crawl upon us,
Anniversaries of deadly happings
Spread across our atlas.
Today marks an anniversary
Of the San Francisco earthquake,
It happened back in 1906
The earth did violently shake.
The Titanic was deemed "unsinkable"
By her brave Captain,
Hit an iceberg off the coast of Newfoundland
Her maiden voyage, came to an end.
The sister ship to the Titanic
Met her bitter end too,
Named "Gigantic," renamed "Britannic"
Struck a mine, sank, she was also subdued.
Then there was air disasters
The Hindenburg, should be mentioned,
Caught fire in mid air
The sky that fateful day, was blackened.
We have also been through
Two deadly World Wars,
Many people killed along the way
Something, the world couldn't ignore.
Earthquakes and hurricanes
Are to blame too,
Lives lost and still remembered
This world needs to be rescued.
Nuclear power plants
Blowing up and spreading deadly gases,
Twenty years ago today, it happened
People are still suffering in masses.
People following a person
Whom claimed he was Jesus' disciple,
Murdered innocent women and children
Thought he was the King of his castle.
A building blown up and defaced
By two insane people,
Small children in kindergarten perished
This world holds a hateful burden.
Kids taking guns to school
Thinking they're all that,
Killing fellow students and people who teach
Please, it's finally time to throw in the hat.
Planes crashing through buildings
By terrorists filled with hate,
A President fighting a battle for his father
Another war, it did create.
Bombs being placed on buses
Watch restaurants and skies ignite,
People's lives being short-lived
Relatives filled with fright.
Subways and trains being blown
All to kingdom come,
Lives being destroyed and ripped apart
This violence isn't welcome.
The ground shakes
Beneath the feet of miners,
Explosions and lives quickly taken away
Families filled with anger.
When will the hurting stop?
We all drop to our knees,
All we want in the world
Is human kindness and a lot of PEACE.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.18/2006
I know I probably left a lot of things out, but I wrote about the events that tore my heart in two.
I.
In the year sixteen hundred and thirty-five
I was a fool young man known as Ludwig,
back from the wars and flush with new money,
spent it on fine whores and copious drink.
One pale lady led me out into the street
where her pimp stood in shinning moonlight,
he smiled at her, said,”How nice of you,
I was thinking of feasting tonight.”
Before I could even start to react
his fangs had sank deep into my neck,
she joined in too, this woman I had held,
I black out and don’t recall what came next.
When I came too I was in a dark cave
and cried out, thankful that I was alive,
yet when I tried to walk t in the sun
it seared and sizzled my ghost-pale hide.
I’d never believed the legends were true,
but I now had no breath or heart-beat,
and when the sun set, I went out for food,
no meal would satisfy my deep cravings.
I made it six days, or should I say nights,
before the hunger overcame my will,
stalked a poor post-rider in the countyside,
recall the screams that came from my first kill.
I felt something within crumble that day,
a hollow emptiness grew deep inside,
knowing that with every kill that I made
meant another piece of my soul had died.
Before long I fled my Bavaria,
the peoples were getting restless and mean,
traveled across Europe, moving often,
forced to ‘live’ by acts heinous and obscene.
It was in Scotland three long years later,
hiding in the highlands from an angry mob,
unable to come out for days on end,
the growing hunger, it painfully throbbed.
When turned a vampire loses their blood
which causes their bodies to shut down,
I was so hungry I was driven mad,
in my mania I drained dry a cow!
Then to my surprise I felt the hunger
fade away and leave me feeling all-right,
it was any blood that would slake my thirst,
I didn’t have to take any more lives!
You think this would improve my situation,
but in truth it hurt me all the more,
couldn’t help but ask why had I never
bothered to ask this question before?
All the lives I had brought to an end,
all the families I had let bereft,
gad I the wits to ask these questions then
not a one would’ve had to face death.
The truth of these failings hounded my heels,
there was to be no peace within me,
until one night in France I came upon
ancient stone walls of a monastery…
CONTINUES IN PART II
Outside was Cold,
But I was Bold,
I wanted to get out,
So I started kick and shout.
Once I did,
I was terrified,
Conveniently,
I started to cry.
One day,
On some weird way,
I wanted to talk
So I learned to walk.
And point fingers.
When I was seven,
I was in heaven,
I just didn't know,
that time is passing fast, not slow.
I just didn't know,
that playing,
is my job.
that world is manipulated by some slob.
Years were passing,
One at the time,
At the moments life was like a candy,
but mostly like a lime.
Studying,
Lying,
Betraying,
Enjoying,
Crying.
Then I met her,
she was sweet,
prettiest girl I had pleasure to meet.
Blonde and Dark,
On my soul, she left a mark.
Soon she became my ex,
but even after that,
life was full of sex.
And again, and again, and again.
And again.
I'm twenty seven now,
Traveling to see...
you won't believe what,
a holy cow.
I was visiting a lots of places,
I saw interesting faces,
All kind of races,
People ask me, what do I do?
I say whatever I need, whenever I want!
They ask me how?
I just take a bow, and I leave,
I'm maybe not the most ethical person on a planet,
But just like a dancer,
I have my unique moves,
Of course, I'm a freelancer.
I remember one situation,
It was like a creation,
of imagination.
But it was real.
I was supposed to deliver a package.
Fortunately I ended up in a wreckage.
When my bus collided in a train,
package got destroyed,
A stain,
left on my skin,
Right before Raid was deployed,
On a recipient of my package,
A guess wreckage,
was a Win.
Few years after,
On the check in with the doctor,
regarding that stain,
a key factor,
a coincidence plain.
a new doctor came,
It was a women,
most beautiful I've seen in my life.
She gave me a son,
She became my wife.
Story should end here,
when things are fine,
but there was a line,
that I crossed,
my life I tossed,
away,
I needed some adrenalin thrill,
So I did not payed my bill,
It came haunting me in my house,
a monster, not a mouse.
My wife left,
I was and I am,
a victim and accessary in theft.
a Crank.
as Enemy of a Bank
I sank.
I lived on a street for a while,
on street there was no difference,
a minute or a mile.
I had all the time I wanted,
but I was still haunted.
Even when everybody forget who I am,
Strangers came and started to slam,
things on me,
until I cracked out,
blacked out,
was gone.
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