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Ayes or naws
Do do do's or don't don't
Big pair of donkey ears
every years my year
a man of no word
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Show me how to pray, Lord,
To communicate with You;
To bring to You my wants and needs,
But first my praises too.
Teach me how to praise You.
Give me the words to say;
To say how much You mean to me,
Teach me how to pray.
I want to say I love You,
How grateful that I am,
For all that You have done for me,
For helping me to stand.
Without Your help I'm nothing, Lord.
'Thout You where would I be.
It's You who floats my tiny boat,
Upon life's stormy sea;
But words aren't all that's needed,
To pay You what You're due.
Teach me how to live my life,
In subjection just to You.
Let my life style be my prayer.
Give me strength and courage too,
The wisdom to know right from wrong,
Firm confidence in You.
Let my life give You all glory.
Help me to show the stuff,
That it takes to serve You well,
For mere words aren't enough.
Dumb as a sack of hammers,
He thinks he knows it all.
He knows enough to get him by,
But blames you if he falls.
He's careful but not confident.
He's never known a day,
When he was happy or content.
He never learned to play.
He blames all that upon his wife.
Lord knows she isn't perfect;
But he blames her for everything,
And says she is defect.
If things go wrong as things will do,
He blames her for it all.
He knows he didn't cause it,
So she must take the fall.
He complains most every day,
'Bout this, that or the other.
Life in general he can't take,
Seems breathing is a bother.
He blames her for their lot in life.
'Thout her he'd be rich.
It's all her fault, he knows it is,
She's such a stupid *****.
For years she's lived with naught but strife.
Not one good word he's spoken.
What would he do without his wife,
Without his little token?
He knows he really needs her.
'Thout her he'd be alone.
No one else would hang around,
And listen to him moan.
He needs her there for company,
To play his little game.
Without her he'd be all alone,
And then who would he blame?
Judy Ball
Some people wouldn't be happy if you peed in their cornflakes.
Mama's skirt was pulled
At the helm by the slightest finger:
The grip was fooled:
For the tip of the shortest lingered.
Mama had waved this off,
And the gentle breeze commemorate her action-
'thout looking back, harder she waved her skirt off,
And their was the birth of a commotion:
The owner of the finger was
Lifted beyond the earth,dashing
Her back at the fiery cooking pot at force:
Then mama looked back- twas her littlest grand daughter burning.
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Observe well
before take action.
Good deed we tell
by their actions.
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Commentary:
The poem opens on a little finger holding mama's skirt,perhaps because of joy. But the woman would not look back but flung the skirt and little finger looses the grip and was at the cooking pot crashing. She turns back to see her beautiful littles grand daughter burning. It's a moral of: Observe well before taking action.
I was working alone late one night,
When something occurred that gave me a fright.
Outside my window the moon shone bright,
And I saw something strange in the pale moonlight.
Out on the lawn in the shadows was lurking,
A figure, a shadow, furtively searching,
For a way to get in under cover of darkness,
And I stifled a scream, sought panic to harness.
The figure was tall, slender and lithe,
And as it moved it seemed to drift,
Seeming to float as it moved place to place,
And a cold, clammy sweat ran down my face.
I rushed to make certain the windows and doors,
Were all locked and barred as I ran 'cross the floor.
I turned on the lights both inside and out,
And as I did I heard a great shout.
Please turn off the lights and let me come in.
I will not harm you, I come as a friend.
I did not answer, I ran to my room,
But the voice followed me, seeming to croon,
I wish not to harm or cause aggravation,
And I cannot enter without invitation.
Please come to the door and open to me,
And I'll give you a gift that will set you free.
Such power you'll have that you cannot dream.
I covered my ears and tried not to scream.
I felt myself weaken and I prayed aloud,
Lord, let not my senses this demon becloud.
My prayer was answered, the demon was gone.
'Thout leaving a sign outside on the lawn.
The voice in my head just drifted away,
And did not return in the bright light of day.
I know that somewhere the vampire lies sleeping,
Waiting for night to come out a-creeping.
When the moon is high and the hour is late,
I'll sit by the door with my cross and wait.
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table with china replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dish is fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits it ain't supper 'thout bread.
Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.
He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped the net,
That he had formed around our home;
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were his family.
From babyhood he was my kin.
He always slept with me.
We played for hours in the yard,
Beneath the old Oak tree.
We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree,
Played in my sand box too.
Imagine my surprise to find,
He used it for a loo.
Kitty cat and little girl,
Fought jungle wars, climbed trees,
And then we sailed the seven seas,
Buccaneers were we.
We'd hide behind the sofa,
The curtains or in the hall,
And wait in ambush for our prey.
We really had a ball.
My sister's boyfriend happened by,
One night as we were hiding.
I yelled, "CHAARGE!" and Smokey leaped,
The boy knocked off the siding.
On the bookcase in the hall,
As Smokey climbed his leg,
And we were sent to bed that night,
'Thout supper though I begged.
Incarcerated pirates we,
The game continued on.
We'd wait until they were asleep,
Then eat till it was gone.
Then we'd escape into the night,
With valuables they cherished.
We'd be away by early light,
Leaving the guard embarrassed.
Be of good cheer, spread love where you can.
Give your smile to he who has none.
Be a light to he who lives in the dark.
Be a blessing to he who needs one.
Don't cast dark shadows wherever you go.
Don't rain on other's parade.
When for all your hard work you've but lemons to show,
Get some sugar and make lemonade.
Accept that in life there are good times and bad,
And every rose has some thorns.
You can't grow a garden 'thout sunshine and rain.
If you plant peas don't expect corn.
Whatever you sow that you will reap.
In all ways of life this is true.
Sow discontent, anger and grief,
Don't be surprised that's what grew.
When you are young you plant and store up,
So that old age won't chill to the bone.
Think just of yourself and ignore your mate's needs,
And you'll die sad, cold and alone.
My father stole my wife, Nadine,
And they run off together.
My brother took off after them,
Hell bent fer leather.
I would have gone myself but then,
I was on the job,
So who was there to turn to then,
But Brother Billy-Bob.
He found them in a cheap motel,
The other side of the mountain,
Burst in the room and pulled his gun,
And Dad went down 'thout countin'.
Billy-Bob then grabbed Nadine,
And threw her in the truck.
You'd think he'd bring her straight to me,
But there ain't no such luck.
He looked into her big blue eyes,
Said,"You are now my gal.
I really ought to take you home,
But yer purty as a spotted cow."
So now Nadine's with Billy-Bob,
But I guess I'll just leave her.
The best revenge on both of them,
Is for me to let him keep her.
To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.
Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.
Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.
You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.
You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.
Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.
You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.
You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.
You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.
(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)