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The hunt for quails had begun.
Two old men sat on a bench on the main street.
A shot rang out of the stillness of the countryside.
Below one old man, weak-sighted but the sound of hearing,
raised his head towards the ridge.
"He missed! Surely the fool has missed!" he said.
Up the street, two youths approached, both carried
a double-barrelled repeater. Both had empty bags.
The two young men stopped in front of them.
"Oliver would have hit any bird even with half-blind eyes,"
the taller one said. "And you, Bert? Come with us tomorrow?"
Laughing, they continued their way.
"Of course, rest assured we are indeed men!
I lost count of the number of quails I caught!"
"We are men! You know what, we’ll go hunting too."
Two heads, one white, one bald, nodded in unison.
“We’ll meet early at six tomorrow.” They agreed.
The town hall clock rang out every hour.
Six o’clock struck. Nature slept on.
Below, in an alley, two old men dreamt. Damn fools!
They moaned in their sleep. Why can’t they shoot straight?
whenever you utter the words "I Swear to God"
you had better be sure that the truth is in your heart
you can front with your girlfriends, your sisters and your mother
you can fake it with your boyfriend, your father and your brothers
but the one who is aware of everything you do in life
is God, The Lord of Lords, the Holy Spirit, The Savior Jesus Christ
God is aware of all your thoughts, all your actions and all of your deeds
He is Jehovah Jyrah, the provider of all your needs
He is the one true judge and the creator of all
so humble yourself to Him, remember pride goeth before the fall
and when you talk to Him, shoot straight from the hip
He's your Father and with Him it's an intimate relationship
be pure of heart with your words when to Him you do confess
be contrite of heart with your thoughts so your testimony will progress
understand that there is nothing that you can say or do
that The Lord God is not fully aware of too
so when you say the words "I Swear to God"
let it be the simple truth coming straight from the heart
Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020
“Expresso Shot”
He drank tibetan milk tea
from his saucer
like a cloistered munk
his conversation
was hushed and tinctured
with fountains of try-too-hard satire
he spoke softly
and quite fast
like a panther doing laps
a surprise
well hidden
springing
from long Prairie Sky switchgrass
chasing after too curious merecats
and bouncy pert Botticelli bunnies
mid-life
hazardously glazed lush
in confused transition
he gushed around
his love for life
to the moon and back
and there sat I,
the great I am,
green eggs 'n ham
watching and listening
waiting for the loophole
to be held like a love leash
of course, out in the open,
I’d give him free reign
drop the ropes
and hand him
freedom and a little hope
I’m generous like that
sometimes…
and there sat I,
the great I am
in two minds
with my dark
expresso shot
two Beretta Picos
under the table
ready to raise
and shoot straight
through his floundering heart
the one big shot
he bit into the half glazed
oozing his sweet jam
all over the place
I kept the kill clean
it was mourning time
the blowback delivered
painless and nice
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Do as I say not as I do
Made muddy mistakes you don’t want to
Watch player past
Make green money fast
Life a black flash
Not for sale dad
Trying to be strong
Walking licorice line
Doing red rights white wrongs
Paint purple tribe
Emerald era for you
Caramel kids choice
Tears chilly blue
Don’t fill the void
So I’m your boy
Was Tom-Boy as teen
Grew jaded joy
Your voice your dreams
You wrote me songs
Fuchsia future plans
You made me own
Who I really AM
Do as I say not as I do
Made muddy mistakes you don’t want to
You made me smile
You made me wild
You made me fierce
I made you proud
Daddies aren’t perfect
Words be peach prayers
Gladly deserted
No hazel hate no denim despair
You taught me well
Hands that feed bite
You gave me flare
Gonna be free as a bird my life
Some daddies live
Some daddies die
Some daddies give
Some daddies don’t try
You were not simple
Smoky sinners are not
Rosy smile and dimple
Still a black star
Father’s Day is crazy
I never visit your grave
Not that I’m shady
You taught me to shoot straight
I visit your warm spirit
In my every good deed done
I defy lemon lyric
Of a molesting father-son
I am not hungry
You fed me gold hope
I am not running
From all those silver goals
You told me once
“I work beg borrow steal for you”
So like a good one
I will do all RIGHT by you
I once made a man see stars, read the state
of his synthetic, wrinkled suit back to him,
I watched as it melted.
Served him the world on a mirror—
Cracker Barrel plate of desire, he said.
It was just crispy bacon with sides of himself,
I didn’t even mention I was a constellation.
He called it love when I gave him the check,
named his myth, grown boy’s story
common as milk teeth on breakfast meat.
In the end, I held his face and called him
broken, lonely, afraid,
tired of being too much and too little,
gave him his change.
They’re all broken and lonely,
like dropped eggs are useful breakfast
in the right setting; murdered bird in another.
Sometimes, they’ll marry you—
just for discretion, if you’re good at it.
Even Sisyphus took a wife,
perhaps anticipating
base needs at seventh inning stretches,
fifth amendment opportunities
in front of elders.
It’s the same eternal story.
When the tally’s off, or the ham has unspiraled
it’s best to shoot straight into the chafe,
a breast pocket underneath the collar bone,
there’s always room to talk in half-truths until
you find the trigger that stabs them, right
in the detail,
see the blood pumping from plate to vein,
though it was the sausage that was raw
and they ordered the bacon,
it’s best to play it safe, and direct attention
to the source wound—
blame the eggs, stay in the kitchen and live
to see the cockerels cosplay as roosters, save
the frying pan for another day.
You got your gun there on your hip.
You got your tin star pinned there on your vest.
You got your hat pulled way down low
Yet your heart beats fast there in your chest.
Because before you stands the man
And your hand is slippery with sweat
And the time for talk is gone
And you know one chance is all you’ll get…
So, draw fast and shoot straight
Some might call it suicide
But he is lost who hesitates
So, try to put your fear aside
It doesn’t matter when you’re sure your justified.
If you had the time to think
You might wonder how it came to this
A dusty road, an open sky
A prayer to heaven, please just let him miss.
But you must put aside all doubt
Try to focus ‘til he’s all you see.
And as his hand begins to twitch
The moment stretches to eternity…
So, draw fast and shoot straight
Some might call it suicide
But he is lost who hesitates
So, try to put your fear aside
It doesn’t matter when you’re sure your justified.
In the end a man will fall
And if it makes you proud then it’s a shame.
For if you choose to wear the gun
Then your story, too, will end the same.
It might all bring you a thrill,
The badge and gun, the endless quest,
But the danger lies in this:
When you are certain you alone are best!
So, draw fast and shoot straight
Some might call it suicide
But he is lost who hesitates
So, try to put your fear aside
It doesn’t matter when you’re sure your justified.
i am filled with glee
by your everlasting heart of harmony
i can drown in you and be saved by your flavorful, floating waters
with you i never have to struggle for breath in this crazy life
being with you is like forever off with benefits
i am not the type to write poems
i am not the best with words
all i can do is be real and shoot straight from the hip
actually, i can make an attempt at 'roses are red'
on the other hand the lefty in me moves me to a bit more unique creativity
so here i am....making an italian themed dinner
i never thought a tossed salad would be this hard to make
i never got passed boiling water
this cookbook is my best friend
so is grandma rose
i will water her azaleas for the rest of her life
you are certainly worth all the trouble and more
right now i want to end this feebly attempted poem and explore
i always find a new body of definition for you
i just simply love it all....every mystery....every clue
with you i feel like being loved by you has no fee
despite life being life, i am still so filled with glee....