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HILLBILLIES BYBILLIES AND BLOWBILLIES--
Once upon a time in the land of Frilly
Lived a tatter torn family the McFrelly’s
On the outskirts of Arkansas the county of Mountain Lily,
Just below the Mason Dixie line acts involuntarily
They were peaceful hillbillies
Granny made corn and dandelion whiskey dilly
Jonathan had a tan cuz he slept on the sand pond lily
His sister Bertha Bybillie goat choking off the surrounding globe lily
Kitchen totes, those utensils often found a float really
They were peaceful hillbillies
Daddy Darson Dale dippin snuff and drinkin shine ale swamp lily
Blowbillie shown now it’s winter it snowed time to turn off the stilly
This be the Legend of the Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies
From Arkansas, Mountain Lily Arkansas (Ain't that a dilly!!)
They wuz peaceful hillbillies
4/28/18
Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies. - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger |
There he is again/searching...
for me - the object of his disdain/
his bete noire
Looking at him through the facets of my vision...
- He is a hulking one of them
The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life
Swish! a swift and practiced mano
takes aim
Lo Mein from last night's relvelry
my launch to escape
....too evasive...
Yet, my aggravation is apparent -
if only to myself
Agitated setae sit stilly upon a
bottled back
Nonetheless, I take this latest attack
in stride....An insignificant setback in this
current battle between he and I/between I
and them
Since this is a constant struggle/one that has
probably been going on since the inception of time...
I profoundly ponder past assualts from
whilom ages
Is this the Genocide that my brothers from
another phylum speak of through the whisper mill?
For, I am also Black, but very
uncomely/I am Black, but the sun
has not made me so...
No!...
I have attained my shape, size, and melanin
through the evolutionary hand of creation
Still, do I deserve to procreate,
to be fruitful and multiply?
Each day my numbers diminish
and nobody questions why?
Yet, every attempt to exterminate my existence
is met with a well executed jete
Since hardly anyone is successful the first time
I then let the momentum carry me high
and away/until I once again become a
negroid speck on a drab canvas
....A canvas that only I can bring color to...
...F.O.T.W?...
Fly On The Wall
Trisha rubbed her eyes in disbelief...
"Was that real?"
"Isn't that Aarav?"... "And who is that girl seen with him..?"
She peeked carefully from behind the tall dense bamboo trees in the park. The bamboo trees swayed gently in the soft breeze in the early winter evening.
Trisha peeped again to take a second glance and was terrified at the scene she saw....from behind..
"Oh my gosh!... am sure it is him... Aarav... and they are so intimate.. "
At the park bench, Aarav was seen sitting close to a girl...they were sitting with arms around each other and were seen totally smitten with each other...
Trisha swallowed a lump in her throat as her little sister's sweet innocent face popped up in her mind now..
"Oh... Charu is so naive and gullible to believe Aarav so blindly... a fool for love... "
Those disturbing verbal exchanges that she had with her sister last week flashed across her mind
"If.... you all don't let me marry Aarav... I... I... I'll commit suicide... "
Charu's words in her extreme anguish over the disapproval of her relationship with Aarav by the family echoed in her mind...
And she knew Charu meant what she said!
She also knew Charu was so madly in love with Aarav
The golden orb of the sun was now silently descending...
So many questions cropped up in Trisha's mind as she walked back from the park through the gloomy pathway towards home on that late winter evening
What shall I do now?"
"Should I talk to Charu first... or Aarav?"
"Or should I first let parents know all these..?"
The stilly night accompanied her as she was nearing home even as her mind was deeply disturbed and disquieted..
"What will I do now..?"
Date: 09/29/2021
"Q" Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say?
The desired thought of suicide? I do not blame
The sourness that contaminates the life I live in? Oh what a shame?
Vengeance and anger? Those feelings to surrender?
Don’t ask. They have already won the game!
Oh and Hope? That false emotion that has gotten us all ashamed?
Oh forget it! We are all the same
Peace and Cooperation? Love and Destination?
What are all these silly games?
What has gone is lost again and is never in your claim
Oh forget it, Roll the dice! Let’s continue this stupid stilly game!
Your Dreams? Your Ambitions?
Not everyone gets the comfy side of the plane!
I once knew a boy named Billy
I thought he was originally from Chile
Mostly ‘cause he loved his hot sauce and chili
Toting everywhere his jar of piccalilli
It turns out Billy was really the local hillbilly
I should have known, that was really silly
‘Cause Billy craved to barbecue anything chilly
On his boombox would play loudly rockabilly
Going around back roads willy-nilly
And Billy liked nothing girly or frilly
Till that is his eyes fell on fancy Miss Millie
With her exotic palate straight from Piccadilly
At first Billy would get nothing but stares that were grilly
Till he offered Miss Millie a fine thoroughbred filly
She let out a cry that was remarkably shrilly
All she secretly desired was a bouquet of tiger lily
When Billy misunderstood and brought her back a water lily
Seeing through Billy’s shell Miss Millie paused standing stilly
‘Cause Miss Millie was way deep down a wannabe tilly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Gemini met Cancer on a summer day
She quite frankly took his breath away
He thought things were done in male or pink
She showed him another way to think
She gave him a wink and came right over
It amazed him this Cancer named Tom C. Clover
Her name was Cass and she was full of sass.
Her charisma knocked him off his a……
He had always paid his bills on time, this Norse.
She thought it funny and quite stilly of course.
She taught him all kinds of different ways to think.
She showed him that not all women stay in pink.
He was thrown off his feed and immediately smitten.
She moved in with him, and brought her Siamese kitten.
His family could not believe how impulsive this was for him.
He had never done things this fast, not on a whim.
Cassie turned his life thoroughly upside down.
He realized he could never live again without her around.
He planned the wedding because she was too busy to do it.
She skipped down the aisle and laughed all the way through it.
Their union has lasted nigh onto sixty years.
His relatives died off, which annihilated their fears.
They have sixteen grandchildren and a great grand or two.
They have had a fabulous life, not a day that was blue.