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My hair was thick for a moment
My heart was thick for a week
My love is thick when you want it
Though afterwards, I can't speak
If you won't come by the bedside,
You can still come to the back door
There's all kinds of fish in a red tide
And a hopeless few still down the shore
Everybody's dealing with sickness
Nobody knows any cure
The worst kind of debt is thickness
Against that, no one's insured
The red meat is thick in the middle
The dark meat is thick like the past
They're now thickening individuals
I guess so they're fit to be gassed
If you find that you're in the thick of it,
Maybe you'll be amazed
The plague don't care if you're sick of it
And God lets you know when He prays
Thick as thieves —
Thin out the herd —
Isn’t it funny
How the line between thick and thin
Is often blurred
You know I’ll be yours through thick and thin
I won’t fly out the door when the money rolls in
I’ll be the singer you always wanted
I’ll be the glamor you never flaunted
Canvas of Catastrophe
An outcast portait of society
Public opinion timidly restrained
Descriptive world of psychotic anarchy
Borderline genius, brilliantly insane
Artificial imagined ancient discovery
Sacrificed human, silenced little lamb
Red drifted mist it's as thick as thieves
King of the Dead, Queen of the Damned
Perfect people dancing in puppet strings
A choreographed movement of the masses
The artists painted canvas of catastrophe
dead people buried below green grasses
Secret genetic DNA coded re-structuring
Designer drugs for a euphoric state of mind
left to watch planet earth fight its catastrophe
Sitting in front row seats atop of cloud nine
Poem Revised @ 10/26/17
Entered into contest: "End October Premiere Contest"
Hosted by: Brian Strand
We made a trip to town today
And took West Mountain Road.
My friend and I prefer that way
Back there, where time has slowed.
We drove past farms in rolling hills
Where cattle grazed in shade
The creek we crossed wore summer frills
A flowery masquerade
Huge towering trees were thick as thieves
Which hid us from the sun
Still on occasion, through the leaves
He'd tag us on the run
"round hairpin curves, slowed to a crawl
As slow as one would walk
Protected by an old stone wall
Ignored by squirrel and hawk
We reached the summit way too soon
Rewarded by the view
The height and beauty made us swoon
One reason most eschew
It was a roller-coaster ride
We marveled at our luck
A quick descent down the backside
Wind swirling in the truck
We coasted all the way downtown
To shop and grab a snack
Then raced before the sun went down
To take West Mountain Road back.
By Daniel Turner
January 13th, 2023
After wishing upon a star
to garner a handsome windfall
as a positive fated birthday gift
lo and behold, these ears didn't deceive me,
cuz I discerned a partial telephone message
hinting at word winnings to good to be true.
I (a sheepish fellow) nearly got fleeced...
to the tune of five hundred dollars
courtesy publishers clearing house scam
nearly got the wool pulled over my eyes
lucky for me presence of the missus
a force not to be reckoned with,
she madly gesticulated
yours truly to hang up the telephone.
Predacious con artists
flourish thick as thieves
insinuating themselves
with practiced braggadocio
annoyingly swat away
her/his feigned friendly felicitousness
courtesy mine non affirmative action
think my feeble and meek
polite verbal declinations.
Characteristic passiveness pervaded
persona non grata of yours truly,
whether being the "scapegoat"
all throughout twelve years enslavement
constituting skool of hard knocks
reflexively withdrawing within self
seriously contemplating existence
as Norwegian bachelor farmer.
After consuming copious
platefuls of powdered milk biscuits,
I (an ordinarily shy person)
bucked and chucked
conventional behavior of mine,
plucked courage with humorous repartee
off times conjuring
the perfect comeback
versus smarting with absent
quick wittedness ex post facto.
Overzealousness ofttimes finds yours truly
trying to overcompensate
being pegged as quietest student,
whose severe nasality reinforced
(courtesy submucous cleft palate)
impeded communicating spontaneously
even now thinking twice before
interjecting a comment viz aperçu
(ideally humorous) to feel included
among social venue or milieu.
We were tight — we were thick as thieves
Only we didn’t quite know it then
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war
In Pikersville —
We were small-time
But we had big ideas and big words
In Pikersville —
Strictly small-time
The chosen steer marked out from the herd
Now, a generation or more is passed
And we’ve reared up our own
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war
Small town — small change — full of big ideas
Oh Mourning Cloak butterfly, to where and to whom do you fly
Oh Admiral Butterfly, so many mirrors to count before you die
Oh Jezebel Nymph I love the way you sit on a summer's love flower
by a pipturus mulberry tree, where love blooms without cower
Oh silkworms of beauty eating mulberry leaves, thick as thieves
spinning cocoons warm as rain by a mountain of mulberry leaves!
Oh Monarchs, you with your autumnal colored wings of flaming geest
I love the way you flit around the mulberry tree like angels at a feast
Oh Mulberry tree how majestic thou art, standing by the rivers edge
it is here that I stand in beauty like the sun, taking my last pledge.
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Its white-gray silhouettes pine trees
Floating in moisture feels at ease
Slow misty drops drip dark as night
Coating all trees, shrubs, animals
This eerie scene quite tangible
Quiet in nature a delight
Animals hunkered down; wait time
In den or nest, life seems sublime
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Cold and hunger engross their life
Soon birds will come to feed no strife
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Animals accept each second
Not knowing time their great present
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Slow misty drops, drip dark as night
Quiet in nature a delight
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Written January 02, 2014
Inspired by Craig Cornish
The Great Escape - The Birds - Charade - The Fugitive, The Twilight Zone
It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World-
Civil rights, Viet Nam
The Beatles begged to hold my hand
The day was young and so was I
My eyes were focused inward, never far my own home
In the tides where I swam, the shoreline seemed far from my door
The morning broke, and all was well. Just me alone with Jack LaLane,
A new routine to start the day. The seas were calm within the room
I was swimming on the floor, lifting legs, breathing hard
until…..until…..until
Abruptly, as the static rose, Jack soon transformed into fuzzy snow
An anchored voice would pull me down, as if a wave was drowning me
Cronkite appeared with solemn eyes, he cleared his throat, and took a breath
I searched within his trademark psalm to calm the storm that whirled around
But none was found. As he kept control, he let the wounded words unfold
I begged for him to change the tide, but magnitude too great to own
The undertow was understood.
The day was bright, with amber light. Leaves drifted down as they must do
Football games, a dance that night. Holidays had been conceived
But life and death were thick as thieves, giving lungs no time to breathe
No hit parades, no silver screen, charades, escapes or Hitchcock tales.
An unrelenting undertow had swept the ground beneath my feet
I remember how the day was born, intended for a different end
Ringo, George, Paul and John .. was there someone there to hold my hand?
No great escape. I had to drown. It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
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Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.
I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not a world I’d like to see.
Every sip a luscious joy,
Food for body, mind and soul,
It warms in winter, cools when hot,
As water is to ice, as fire adores its coal.
But now they claim it hampered,
My judgement in my youth,
A baseless common slander,
Insulting and uncouth.
A lifetime spent in service,
As a bastion of the law,
A judge regaled with honor,
Not just a man of straw.
So what I had a tipple
And sometimes a few more,
It livened up the party,
With a drink I so adore.
As to these accusations
That somehow I blacked out
I just can’t help but wonder,
How folks could not this doubt.
A father and a husband,
A friend to countless girls,
A man of faith and principle,
Tarnished by innuendo’s swirls.
So let this be a lesson
To all young pups today,
Consider each and every action,
Beware of what posterity may say.
I have always stood up for
Myself and my beliefs.
I can be your enemy,
Or we can be thick as thieves.
I speak what is on my mind,
I do things my way.
Rarely am I quiet or shy,
I have things to say.
I will not compromise things
Close to my heart.
I will fess-up, I will
Own my part.
I won't be pushed around,
Or change my mind.
I'm committed and
Loyal to the ties that bind.
I have a lot of energy,
It's hard to douse my flame.
I'm almost sixty,
Still in the game.
I face things head-on,
Won't run and hide.
Face to face,
Our worlds collide.
I always try to
Play nice.
Either way, it comes
With a price.
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