Long Thew Poems
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The Trolls of NeighCassier smiled
as they undermined.
They acted sweet and welcoming
:but they were mean and rude and
unkind.
The evaluated situations with
prowess and assortment and hust
they made enemies of the dwarfingdores
and smuggled there squashes and stuff.
There women acted like witches
there men were shy and mean
they raided fields in the evening
and at night
they'd wear twigs to be unseen.
Potatoes and zucchini were
field sweets
they'd take from the farmers fields.
They help themselves to the smoked fishes
that were smoked and cured on reels.
When the witches of Worsten
thristed for love and drink
they dress as there lovers
and rub there faces with garlic
so they'd stink.
They'd consort to make evenings
where men would dance and sing.
They corner potential lovers
with potions and spells
and things.
One rubbed a toad on
a trolls lips and asked him to kiss him
beneath the wreath.later on in the evening
when he was drunken and sleep
they'd go on to the homestead
and smuggle his hogs
and sheep
Toadwart he'd awaken
and not remember a thing
to find his livestock
and treasures
were taken he
would think he was jinxed.
To stay weary of the demons
he'd tie Ruppler bark
around a string
to thew it in the yards
of the witches
to had lofted him
with not ah thing..
Curses: curses he stand
there yelling.
While witches
mused and laughed.
Cooking up the grub
acting whorish and fass.
He promised he'd be redeemed
and cursed them with
a spell.
Then he left them heartbroken.
And went where Sorcers dwell.
Another 24 come and gone,
Time just keeps moving on,
Drawn in by your awareness,
It could care less about progress,
Never second guessing when to move,
Putting you into its groove,
Proving it Can devour your power,
Or shower you with blessings,
Aligning you with the best things,
Some time is never ending,
Sending you into a loop,
Bending to fit your mood,
The faster my attitude improved,
Time passed as if it moved,
Removing its tight hold,
As thew experience unfolds,
Old patterns fade away,
Opening more space in your day,
Extra time to play around,
Stay grounded and aware,
And you'll have some to spare,
Sharing it with all you meet,
Greet each day as if it were new,
Let your emotions teach you,
How to view time through a lens,
Your ends are always met,
Cleansed by all that's true,
Time is defined by what you do,
Emotions are designed to push you,
You decide how fast it goes through,
Every moment is brand new.
And It is now the first day of spring
The Flowers are starting to bloom
You can now hear all the birds sing
In the early Hours, humming there tune
You could though say what a bummer!
Out are the pesky flies and bumble bees
But then it's soon here, that is summer
Now blue Skies is what one now see’s
When people will be Basking in the sun
Because everything’s now shining bright
Children are Playing having lot's of fun
It's said to be ninety degrees feainheight
Before the Flowers begin to wither away
And the autumn leaves fall from there trees
I'm told there's now heavy Showers today
But also there's a strong easterly breeze
The forecast said Snow but instead it's rain
Now people are looking around for shelter
You can hear it spitting on the Window pain
We're then told it's lighting and now thunder
The Season when temperatures are freezing
But soon to be winter though gone the storm
Still it dose give one a Reason for hibernating
Now everyone’s indoors trying to keep warm.
THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP IT WAS actually TWO DIFFRENT POEMS
BEING WINTER BLUES AND SEAONS i LOVE WHICH i FELT WENT ON A BIT
BUT LIKE OTHERS iVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF REEDTING CHOPING AND CHANGING
JUST FELT WHEN PUT ON HERE LIKE OTHERS i JUST THEW ON HERE WITHOUT
GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT i THINK THIS IS A GOOD DEFINISIO0N OF THE SEASONS]
PROBABLY SOUNDS A LITTLE EMPTY UNLIKE ORIGOINAL TwO THOUGH WITH THIS TRYING TO MAKE
MORE UNIVERSAL original ideas 2002 and 2009 written and rewriitn feb 2013
BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
nameless dobie shepherd
shot ten times with a bb gun
just because he wanted food
his owners thew him in the
woods when he was eight months
old, but alas, they underestimated
his will to survive and to live
nameless dobie shepherd
collapsed on front doorstep
after he prayed apparently
i gave him water and i fed
him leftover grilled chicken
he licked my writing hand in
gratitude and weakly stumbled
in my home
i called my connect at the vet,
and she nursed nameless dobie
shepherd back to health
now he is a handful and a
joymaker in the lives of many
for he pays it forward by helping
me help other lost, abandonned
souls
calling you the golden child is rude of me when I know your going thew your own kind of pressure. mom and dad want you to be perfect and excel where they failed with me. they see a future in you because they don't see one in me. they put pressure on you to be perfect because I'm the family disappointment and up. so mom and dad see all the perfection they can put into you instead of me because they have given up on me and that's fine because I'm going to rebuild a name for myself and I hope one day you can be proud of me Jericho I don't understand but your's and dad's approval or being proud of me means the world to me I only care what you tow think. I hope one day we will be close. I hope one day I wont be in you shadow or anyone else's I hope Jer Jer that one day you can be proud to call me your sister and I hope one day dad can be proud to call me his daughter.
Hi, Mistew Powiceman!
Hi kid. Wutcha doin' outside?
I'm just pwaying hide-and-seek wif my fwends
Where's your mask, kid?
In my pocket. I stawted sweating.
Well, put it on again, ok?
Ok. (Eyes downcast. Puts it on inside out).
Kid, how old are you, anyway?
This many. (Holds up three fingers).
I see. Is your mommy home, kid?
Shu-wah. Thew she is, on the steps.
C'mere, ma'am.
Just a minute, sir. I need to bring my twins
(Appears with two 8-week-old infants in a stroller).
Ma'am, uh, I have to, uh, you see, uh, ma'am--
Is there a problem, officer?
Uh, well, you know, the Governor's new orders
about all kids over two, uh, ma'am, you know--
Yes, officer?
Oh, nothing, ma'am. Nothing, really. Your kids
are adorable, ma'am. Have a wonderful day!
You, too, officer. And thanks for watching out for our block!...
Roarke, you issue any citations today?
Uh well, no, sir.
NO, SIR?! NO, SIR?! I give you a block teeming with kids
without masks on, and you issue NO CITATIONS?!
Well, you know, sir, it's like this, sir, you see--
I see red, Roarke! The city's starving for revenue, and you issue NO--
Now just a minute, sir. Those innocent kids--
Those 'innocent kids,' huh? Were those innocent kids over two?
Well, maybe a couple of them were--
Uh, huh. Turn in your badge, Roarke.
With pleasure, sir. (Flings it onto the desk and exits, muttering)...
Hi, Honey! How was the beat today?
Oh, you might say common sense and
I were the latest victims of COVID-19
Huh?! Wudja say?!...
Every cordel tells something
I don't count at that time
because i haven't done it yet
I did not learn how to rhyme ...
It was because I look for a theme
may be the moan of the emu
or sing of the nightingale
fish without hook for thew ...
So as it’s not twine
can i write the paper
without fear of making mistakes
without censoring me. yet ....
What I did was sextile
broken into seven feet
I'm not much versed in it
it's not cordel style ..
I'm Full of thirsty
I have heart pain,
I don't wish to cry
but of much distress I can die
as bull of nowhere land
nostalgia for my hinterland ...!
PS
Cordel are leaflets containing popular poems, displayed for sale hanging from ropes or string, which gave rise to the name.
Cordel is also the dissemination of art, popular traditions and local authors and is invaluable in maintaining local identities and regional literary traditions, contributing to the perpetuation of Brazilian folklore.
Please
Please don't cry.
Please don't cry anymore.
In my memory I can still hear you.
I can never forget.
My heart will always hurt inside,
and on the outside,
I have been forever changed.
I did not want you,
I could not have you,
despair, despair,
I don't care,
I thought "it" was unimportant,
simple and easy,
but it was not any of those,
"it" was not "fair" at all.
The smiles on the fake men and women,
doctors that recite vows,
and nurses that pledge their oaths...
mirror the demons in my dreams, at night.
Lord forgive me,
you must hear me...
Please.
Despair, despair, I pull my hair.
The man on the cross
was a murderer.
He was hung there next to King.
He was humble, he was saved.
All I can hope for is mercy..
Grace, for the evil that I have done,
to the innocent,
Judgment that I deserve,
given hope through repentance,
in the last moments,
before heaven or hell.
I am sorry.
Please stop crying in my head,
stop pulling on my heartstrings,
stop reminding me that I was evil,
and thought only of me,
and abandoned you, aborted you, killed you...
when I should never
have let you go.
I had been blessed,
and I thew "you" away.
(Written for a friend.)
The Russians are coming.
Listening to Portuguese Tv, there is talk of a third wave
of the coronavirus, it is not a wave that flattens out like the calm sea.
It will strike when people get careless and insist on celebrating
X. mass (Jesus can do without his birthday for once) can you?
Then there is the pesky New Year, food, alcohol and dancing
oblivious of the virus that is looking in ready to strike.
The best we can do is to wear a mask, stay indoors and
If you must have a drink with Facebook or the skype.
The Russian has a vaccine that is good and powerful but
we are so Russia phobic we think of lies told by the press
that extoll an American vaccine that the makers of the
the vaccine is not sure of if it really works.
Coronavirus has become politics, and that is gloomy
For us all.
And It is now the first day of spring
The Flowers are starting to bloom
You can now hear all the birds sing
In the early Hours, humming there tune
You could though say what a bummer!
Out are the Butterflies and bumble bees
But then it's soon here, that is summer
Now blue Skies is what one now see’s
When people will be Basking in the sun
Because everything’s now shining bright
Children are Playing having lot's of fun
It's said to be ninety degrees feainheight
Before the Flowers begin to wither away
And the autumn leaves fall from there trees
I'm told there's now heavy Showers today
But also there's a strong easterly breeze
The forecast said Snow but instead it's rain
Now people are looking around for shelter
You can hear it spitting on the Window pain
We're then told it's lighting and now thunder
The Season when temperatures are freezing
But soon to be winter though gone the storm
Still it dose give one a Reason for hibernating
Now everyone’s indoors trying to keep warm.
THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP IT WAS actually TWO DIFFRENT POEMS
BEING WINTER BLUES AND SEAONS i LOVE WHICH i FELT WENT ON A BIT
BUT LIKE OTHERS iVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF REEDTING CHOPING AND CHANGING
JUST FELT WHEN PUT ON HERE LIKE OTHERS i JUST THEW ON HERE WITHOUT
GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT i THINK THIS IS A GOOD DEFINISIO0N OF THE SEASONS]
PROBABLY SOUNDS A LITTLE EMPTY UNLIKE ORIGOINAL TwO THOUGH WITH THIS TRYING TO MAKE
MORE UNIVERSAL original ideas 2002 and 2009 written and rewriitn feb 2013
BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,