Long Sayer Poems
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super boll
boll weevil twin brothers: one was great, one the lesser of two weevils
you killed my father, prepare to die
three-legged dog in a saloon: "looking for the man who shot my paw"
a news headline i'd like to see
buddhist avoids novocain wants to transcend dental medication
somewhere in the middle
she once told me i was average i said she was just being mean
that would be a real night-mare
he tries to not talk like a horse doesn't want to be a neigh sayer
what's a particle like you doing in a place like this?
neutron asks "how much for a beer?" the bartender says, "for you, no charge"
eleventh one's the charm?
i entered ten pun contests hoping one would win
no pun in ten did
Happy New Year to all... may your 2023 be filled with smiles
Lady Mary Berkeley
Once, long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance,
her child and spouse in glamorous remembrance.
Chillingham Castle in its prime of residence and tragic,
Lord Grey in spell of love by Mary’s sister Henrietta’s magic.
Heartbroken and in despair with baby girl alone,
took her life and child falling from the tower like a stone.
The Castle already haunted by spirits from the dungeon,
crying female voices and rotten smells very pungent.
In her beautiful dress she walks the dark corridor,
surging in courteous fate for her husband therefore.
A friend of mine and phenomenon fanatic,
invited me to this Chillingham Castle haunt ecstatic.
We arrived at a misty midday, overwhelmed
are those spirits already aware of our intend.
Walking in this majestic place through history,
feeling chased by my own step noise mystery.
I dreamed that night to be with Lady Mary,
holding her porcelain face very wary.
Such a sweet and gorgeous virtuous soul,
slowly turning her veins into color coal.
Waking up, I feel in love with this beauty
wanted to know all her historic duty.
Warned by my friend of ghost camouflage,
nothing more but an emotional mirage.
My mind played all searching possibility,
convinced that my heart will change her debility.
To set her free from the pain of grieve,
giving her soul the deserved peace to receive.
In my vain attempt I wrote a little prayer,
that with God one is never alone sooth sayer.
Stuck that note behind her portrait in gold,
believing that it has consequences bold.
Many months later I received a letter by courier,
with golden letters looking superior.
Words of gratitude and faith to see,
“I will wait for you my love,
Lady B”
I lived in a remote village in a delta region, The majority of the villagers were illiterate, It was an early dawn in the month of March, I was studying for my public degree exam, Kudu-kudu sound was heard on the street, My mother came into the home suddenly, She was afraid of the sooth sayer's words, He would tell the unfortunate news clearly, He said "Good times are coming"repeatedly, My grandma gave him a half measure of rice, I rushed to see him out of curiousity, He said your young child was in danger, I found complete peace at home for an hour, My grandma asked me not to go out, My brother said he has to take the exam, After a long struggle,I went to the college, My brother came with me for moral support, Everyone at home was waiting for my arrival, They all gasped when they saw me at once, I was deeply saddened by their blind faith.
Ade is a 2.5 wheelchair basketball player,
Who was born in Lagos in Nigeria in 1978,
His home town is Liverpool, a Mersey sayer,
In Spain club BSR Amiab Albacete is a date.
He lives partly in London, joined the Bullets,
And he’s travelled with the sport worldwide,
German, Italian, Israeli and South Korean sets,
Sunshine is his normality to love and abide.
In 2003 at the Europeans in Sassari in Italy,
Ade and his basketball team won the bronze,
And in 2005 at more Europeans, Paris’s sway,
The GB squad came second with silver cons.
Then in 2007 at the World Champs, Germany,
A silver was wrought, and in Beijing in 2008,
TeamGB won a bronze to the podium occupy,
And in 2011 a gold fell, Isreali Euro freight.
2013 and TeamGB won the Euros, Frankfurt,
2015 they won another Euro gold, Worcester,
So in 2016 at Rio Ade contributed to support,
His team to add a bronze to this large cluster.
Ade was jailed by Liverpool Crown Court,
For claiming over £33000 of state benefits:
Housing, council tax benefit, income support,
In 2009 he spent six months with jail slits.
Tagboard Media
Hizzia Handfull wrestled Diffa Dank Hassinberg
to a twenty minute draw
Muchabout Nothing and Hussylover defeated
Brimms Doltrium and Moondog Melgriff Mange
in a two out of three fall match (taking two falls
for the win.
Jafney " Attaboy " Sayer figurefoured Gamey Almost
to capture the vacant North of South
Title, using a middleground fall-away to score
the pin.
Baknocca " slick Willy" Hosscaul was Disqualified
against Steep Depper, he throw the referee over
MiSong and Clepper Claff del Grecko defeated
Sifftin Saddle and " Bigside" Daryle Dopple
when Claff DDT'd Grecko for the winfall.
main Event
World Campion
" My Wifes Manfreind" Bulky Bannerdaff out wrested
" The Golden American" Beefy Hambone
to retain his world tilte.
( used a bassoon to knock his opponet sensless, to
score the pin)
A kiss goodbye
Death is creeping, while I am sleeping.
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll, for,
I am a mere mortal mind,
Who is lost in space and lost in time.
All I possess is an endless black sigh;
A half-hearted plea for a love-life without the lie.
Fix me once more, or permanently close the door,
For I am not yet ready to venture forth, into that long goodnight;
But forward I will march into the doom,
If I have to meet another version of the truth.
With all my might, I continue.
Let me pay what they say is due.
The work is not yet finished,
So before I am diminished,
And banished from this spherical giant we wander upon;
Let me see one more sun, let me raise a son,
Let me say all my final goodbyes,
Before all is said and done.
To any truth-sayer, please say “Have a nice day.”
I need the sentiment, more than the reality,
So at least before I meet my maker today,
I can say I broke the mold,
With every intention that lived inside of me.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The Brick Sayer
Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside
Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time
One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade
The wannabee Buddhist thing when life is no race
Brightening enlightening mud bricks with caress
Whitewashing if that may still be said in South Africa
Tom Sawyer comes to mind as he glosses the fence
Sells the privilege for an apple core and a toad but
Political correctness has long banned the Twain
Now he moves the artist bristles for fine edges
Bordering on the insane he chooses to not employ
masking tape as that could cheat mask and disclosure
The paint ceases to flow as Tim seizes his furthering day
Watching it dry is the hard part of soft meditation so he
Desists and refrains but insists that some wall has vanished
25th July 2018
Poems request that I be authentic.
I am unsure my pen can take it.
I live life as an emotional sayer,
but should I now reveal each layer
my blood will spill upon this paper.
I have sought to give life tender smiles
while enduring heart wrenching trials.
I have glued events found fragile
into some matter I can handle.
I have not once run or pretended,
or taken pain and tried to bend it,
for one truth grew – my Father sent it.
To have peace, I must befriend it
or, God forgive, I must end it.
One small second is all powerful
and all it took to destroy all I knew.
It did not eclipse past tears lived thru,
but forever altered pain’s known hue.
Here I am, at the mid-century mark
searching out a new life for my heart.
Such desires are not easily caught.
The universe bruised, we constantly fought.
Life injures, it will hurt and blister.
Then there is joy, the sweetest kisser,
and for that I am still prompted on,
longing for fear-notes to leave my song.
Sadness revealed my spiritual soul,
took it thru hell to achieve its goal.
Each hurt is a small grain of my total pain,
so raw and brave behind my human name.
My parties have become pretty lean
Ever since onset of Covid nineteen
No more passing around fine liquor
drinking alone, in a hall of mirrors
A new reality from behind thin veils
Masks and gloves, my themed masquerade
Radio on ‘Move Closer’ gives me shivers
smooching alone, in a hall of mirrors
I’m a one man band, on my record player
Listening to the sole voice, of Leo Sayer
Drowning in misery, a beached orca killer
singing drunkenly, in a hall of mirrors
Switch on the TV, looking for distraction
Silent movie on, some guy named Chaplin
Enough charades, echoes growing dimmer
talking to myself, in a hall of mirrors.
Something catches the corner of my eye
A headline in a newspaper, lying nearby
Vaccine found, life’s suddenly less grimmer
Praying on my knees, to broken mirrors.
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Sponsored by Julia Ward
28/12/2020
Here but not quite yet.' Power is coming..Oh we shall (not forget!)
Satans minions..How he hates you'
Yet its his (trait by nature) I tell all
True.' As you all know I'm not a sayer
Of ' that nature term' I see all as
Creation dinosaur to worm..' yet old
satan he's of nature through and
Through.' Probably his invented word?
I'll tell you all (that too!) Yet back to
The Power coming.' I've seen trail sign.' Been
Around..I hear the reports.' nde's so much
Intel going round online.' I shall not leave you.!
Those words not mine.! Yet will show you
Sights in the heavens..On the earth My
Wonders; Miracles you will see and find.'
The church age is over..Check with Moses
And Ellijah too..Time for the pouring its
Coming due.' Open to the spirit or you'll
Be dammed.' call on He..Who walked as
Both God and man.' Is it possible to see God and live.? I point you to the prophets
And scriptures ( that you may live ) jacob
Wrestled; Abraham saw.. Three men before, his tent for sure.' The God of the impossible He never dies.' Another lesson
He never tries.' Moses saw Him face to face.. satan told of his deeds in Edens grace.' You shall not surely die.' As under
( that very tree..!) Eve took and ate, so bondage
Came to be.' Another tree millenia on pharisees placed our Father on.' His blood
Still lives.' Take of it now.' Before His grace
Humbly bow.' Give your old life of slavery.'
Yes die to self.' ( open your eyes ) the scriptures truly read ' that is the death.' Take it; as i have..Then live to God and not face
Wrath.'