Long Tings Poems
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Funny looking back on the past to see
How we all once were
And who we were wanting to be
It's all so damn clear again
Not any longer is it a distant blur
Those memories are now awakened and causing quite a stir
Moments that are etched forever in time
And in my mind
Loving you well then it was my only crime
The tings we said to each other
The promises that were made
You holding me as right there next to you I laid
Who would have guessed that when we opened our eyes several years would
come to pass
Gone away in the blink of an eye, gone away all to fast
Guess we had to sometime back then say goodbye
But did we really even try
And now I know we each feel and understand how we felt and still feel now even
more
Than we ever had been able to before
I found you can't push them down you just can't control
Those feelings will haunt you they won't let you go
So now tell me please let me know
Can you really look deep into her eyes as you once looked into mine
And completely hand over give to her your soul
Or do you long for someone else to have and hold
You and I have never been able to let each other go
What we feel still runs deep never has it ever run cold
You know you do still wrestle with those emotions, yes I know
I've to been there with these feelings I have for you
But once I let the fight go
I realized what had always been right there in front of my face
No other man could ever take your place
There you are running away from me again
Hurry I'm still right there behind you so you need to pick up your pace
You can't face me you don't know exactly what to say
So we keep right on living without each other because right now to be back
together well there's just no way
All we have for the moment to hold on tightly to are
Dreams of yesterday
Broken hearts of today
Wee Luck McGee, came into the pub
And the Barman started pouring a beer
"No Tanks for me, a martini you see
Is what you'll be serving right here"
Then McGee with one hand, pulled a jar from his coat
Removing the lid with the other
Plucked out the olive, and swilled down the Gin
Then abruptly ordered another
With each martini he knocked back with cheer
An olive was placed in the jar
And when it got filled, He screwed on the lid
Then started to walk from the bar
But the barman called out "What's that about ?"
To McGee with the jar he did cling
"It's me Mrs you know, she told me to go
And get Her a jar of these tings"
the play Shout Shingle
is based on a poem by
a well known
celebrity Poet.
it's based in the late twenty first century.
it is the story of a man
who met a woman
who was engaged to his
Orchestra brothers ex wife.
" they speak as brothers
might m looks and womanly havings
divide them to curse and scream
then I will marry he who speaks my name first
whether it is him who's been defeated or him that
has been victorious.
they fought in the office of the Grand Opuss
there they broke the bassoon that fell to the floor
and they destroyed the percussion instruments
they went on a cruise to greenland, the captain made the woman walk the plank, due to the fact she reused to speak about her affairs with members of the crew. She said her husband condoned such happens. When asked about these tings her husband became angered and said to make her walk the plank until she confessed her transgressions.
the fella who cleaned the theater
found two flutes that were dented and bent.
he took the flutes and welded the together
he put a handle on top, and a rubber stopper on the bottom.
when the two persons came together the evening of christmas
the gentlemen presented the fella with the flute.
and then the mean and angered ex fella of the
woman showed up
to even the score.
they fought and rolled on the ground until
the opera singer stooped them
...“De people of de modern world
tink dat no rules apply to dem,
dat dey’re too advance for such tings,
dat dey will face no consequence.
“But dere’s always a price to pay,
nothing in dis world can come free,
dere’s sixty million baby souls
who are rising up, and are angry.”
Alex fought to breathe at the words,
part of him still claimed this was mad,
he said, “If I believe your words,
how do we prevent something bad?”
The old man’s face frowned where he sat,
he shook his head side-to-side,
“When de spirits seek deir vengeance,
it is rare dat dey’re ever denied.
“I’d tell dese women dey should pray,
ask God to tell dese babes their regret,
only His power can stop dis,
but most will not hear dis just yet.
“I wish I could tell you good news,
but da pride always leads to a fall,
dese rules were not just suggestions,
now I fear it will claim dem all…”
The old man looked down in his cup,
Alex didn’t know what to ask,
but then a thought occurred to him
and he leapt up to his feet fast.
He remembered an old story
that his mother told him one time,
about wild days in college,
and a baby she chose to decline.
His frantic eyes met the old man
who seemed to know just what he feared,
“It’s to give you a chance to save her…
dat’s why da Big Man send you here.”
Alex tore out of the cabin,
saw his friend there on the air boat,
cried, “Billy, turn the motor on!
There’s no time now, we’ve got to go!”
You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.
Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms good clings.
With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.
Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.
We Never Even Got to the Alter
I hug your ghost as we fall asleep
Something blue and something to keep
But your ghost soon fades
in invisible shades
And the lilac daisy ring
Hides somewhere forgotten
On the twined made up daisy string.
The memory goes away
and all the pained ones too.
As I hear you wonder
If I will ever stay.
You never got to hear 'I do.'
Something borrowed;
that's our old time.
With infinite cracks
lying in-between rhyme.
Our olde dreams are
our forever home.
Which cracked when we were
Done.
Could we have had
Our hearts made as one?
A silver rattles round my shoe.
The smell of flowers, freshly new.
As the organ plays
Upon this jubilant day.
And as the sun shined on the morning dew
The pastor waits for us to say 'I do.'
But we never made it to the alter, dear.
And I never got to see your tears.
As I pledged myself to you forever here
And you dropped your mask at the door.
I wonder if it's still waiting there, dear.
Because we were both so sure, before.
Now the veil lies in wait
in some old department store.
Just like our diamond rings
I wonder if you ever found mine
Against the music box tings.
For that is all we are, dear.
Of rust and ink and old spirit bones.
I take your hollow heart and mine
to mix with solemn tones.
And now, I fear, I must leave us here.
In the cracks of in-between.
As we forever wonder
What could have been forever fonder
Than memories of 'could have beens.'
I never got to hear 'I do.'
Tee-hee, I'm here again, jus' meef
Wit' dimples shining, chub-chub cheeks
Yous gotsta see my two new teef
(Dough dey be dwibblin' lotsa leaks)
Me hasn't got no udders yet
But dese is purrfect side-by-side
Dey always shiny, white and wet
(And sometimes get my tungy tied)
My bib is stain, dey make me dwizzle
Fwum learnin' how to use 'em wight
And when I talk my essez wizzle
(Toof Fairy brung 'em late one night)
Fer sher can't wait to really use 'em
Cuz mama says dey shine my chin
How I gotsta bite and chew some
Grow more dandies for my gwin
Oh how I wuv dese bwight new tings
And mama wuvs 'em, I can tell
She always waffs and always sings
When I bite daddy ... make him yell!
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Baby Face What's You Thinkin' 2" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor.
(I used photograph number three)