Long Tole Poems
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The Halloween Party was in full swing
Witches, wizards and an alien thing
with tentacles and one huge eye
Flourishing a laser gun shouting "Die".
Alison and her friends Ada and Jo
Were all dressed as feline kittens "meow"
Carl and Simon had laced the fruit punch bowl
As the evening drew on it took it's tole.
Drunkenly a bet was stupidly placed
Who of them would last and not be outpaced
A nightly vigil at Haunted Creek
Where rode a phantom horseman, there to seek.
Everyone there all knew the awful tale
Making in unison a quick inhale
It was long ago in 1702
A mounted stallion there cast a shoe
The rider's name was Squire Abraham Knight
Was set upon and put up a good fight
He was then butchered for a gold doubloon
Was then thrown in the creek and found at noon
Unexplained sightings, that then disappear
have been recorded, it is very unclear
Warnings come from parents to their own child
No-one goes there, it is left to grow wild
With youthful bravado they all met there
Torches flashed around, as the trees stood bare
Alison and her friends huddled together
Shivering in the inclement weather
Bart and his brother camped down for the night
on a hillock, keeping the creek in sight
Joining them was the terror gang of four
Troublemakers, who all acted hardcore.
Two hours later it started to snow
Huge flakes falling and wind began to blow
"I've had enough of this" said Alison
"I'm all for going home. I'm all done!"
Eagerly agreeing, walked back in step
Suddenly Jo tripped up and in pain wept
"Can't go further, my ankle is wrecked"
Leaning on shoulders, onwards they all trekked.
"No, I can't, please, you must stop", poor Jo wailed
"It's agony! she gasped and then inhaled.
"Come on Jo, we can stop at Adam's place".
"We will make it there at a slower pace.
Adam's place was an old abandoned farm
"No, not there!" said Ada-May in alarm
"Afraid of ghosts and ghouls?" mocked Alison
"More like rats and spiders and not much fun!".
Giggling they arrived at old Adam's place
The moonlight showing fear on each girl's face
"We have to go in there, we have no choice"
Jo jumped. "Was that whinnying of a horse?"
On that retort they threw open the door
Stepping inside, they all dropped through the floor
Not one of them survived their dreadful doom
Trapped, without rescue, in the dark, dark room.............
“Women are evil creatures boy. Evil. Every Go**amn last one of ‘em,”
Thunk- the shovel smacks on it’s target.
“Do ya hear me BOY? Every one of ‘em.”
Thunk.
“Yes Daddy.” the eight year old agreed with his old man, as blood spatters across
his face.
“N, this ‘un, this ‘un was just like yer Mama. Lyin’, cheatin’ whores, all of ‘em.”
Pappa explains, eyes a little wild as he finishes his gory work on wife number 5.
“Now git in that barn 'n' bury her, don’t wanna see her face no more.”
When Pappa tells ya to do something, you get right to it. Otherwise,
you might end up like one of his wives.
Eight year old Thomas takes everything in. From a baby, his Pappa started teaching him all
the right ways of the world. Pappa taught him men are to be revered, no matter what.
Animals are to be used, then kilt when they ain’t no good, money was to be made in an
honest, hard working way, and women were slaves. Soon as they get to sassin’, it’s a sure
sign they’re out there assin’. Then like the animals, they ain’t no more good and need to
be “done away with”.
Thomas followed his Pappa’s creed, down to a tee. And when Pappa died, Thomas took over
that farm
and continued his father’s legacy.
Sittin’ in that chair, eyes covered, hands strapped, a preacher a preachin’, Thomas
thought about his own wife number eight.
The bit** got away.
He was only doin’ what his Pappa taught him.
Thomas considered his self a good ole boy.
Hard workin’, couldn’t understand why he was a sittin’ in that chair with that preacher a
preachin’.
But the one who got away, yep. She tole on him alright.
Cops came and got him that night,
And when they went through that old barn,
they found what they called,"Derenged."
Thomas didn’t understand.
He was only doin’ his Pappa’s demand.
Honorable Mention in Nathan Dilt's contest, "The Opposite Sex".
A. Green
I sit in my corner watching the world go by
Tears roll down my cheeks as I cry and cry
Each new thing that enters my mind does not last
Life is like a giant puzzle, each piece represents someon's place
My mind wanders and my eyes fly back and forth in a race
Where is the space that my puzzle piece goes? Where is my piece?
Joy and laughter fills the room haunting me like one big tease.
I seem to be that fly on the screen, noticed by all, but apart of nothing
The loud obnoxious school bell plays its part in one loud cling
The gym empties and I stare across the empty room
Quiet fills my ears, and stillness continues to loom
Where am I, who am I, what am I? The questions still linger
The time seems perfect for the arrival of my executioner.
Very few even seem to notice that I am in existence.
I reach out many times to be part of that seemingly real world
But it always vanishes just like a dream, and my nightmare comes unfurled.
I am startled from my daxe by the second cling of the bell
I'm late for class, my P.A. is ruined and my life gets worse, but I'll never tell
A poem is the only way for me to pour out my soul
For I know not how to express emotion after sorrow's tole
Read each line carefully for they all have a meaning of their own
From my mouth you won't hear a mumble, not even a moan
So pay attention to the small glimpse into my life
For it's the only time you will see my sorrow and strife.
Though things seem perfect and right
They are not can you see the light
School gets out and I take my long drive home
The onel place my mind has the most time to roam
I check my e-mail to find one message that brings a smile to my face
A simple poem from a special heart. I realize I have found my place.
Form:
I shook my hips down at Heart Break Hotel...
My ghost now supposedly wanders to where, I just
will not tell.
I had a twin brother that died at birth...
My mother i dearly loved had died and i had had her put beneath
the grave sight's earth.
I smiled my sneer into the camera, while'st singing to a Teddy Bear.
The money kept rolling in from the sale of my records.
I had kissed Anne Margaret and Marilyn Monroe on the cheek.
I shot many tv screens showcasing the talented songs of the Beatles.
Their music got under my skin like many sharp pointy, syringed needles.
My drug habit almost got me thrown into a Jail House Rock...
Not Hard Rock Cafe.
I bought Caddy's for complete strangers out on the street...
Teenagers danced to my music's own Rock-A-Billy beat.
I enjoyed the skies that were colored a nice Blue Hawaii.
My father would never mispell my middle name on my tombstone...
I am still alive in hiding in Buonas Aires, and totally living alone.
A price was put on my head...
So my coffin was filled with a waxed dummy controlled by a refridgerated
encasement.
I no longer reside at my Memphis mansion's very own basement.
I once sang to a sad looking Basset Hound...
No more new songs by me, will there ever be heard my deep voiced
sound.
No more singing to that stupid looking Basset Hound.
On that island so far away-I go by the name of Mr.John Burroughs.
I'm making more money while being dead, than alive...
My children and Granchildren will be left well to do and materially survive and
thrive.
I've been spotted eating out of a bucket, pieces of chicken...
It's been reported that my fingers what was i had been seen, lickin'.
I was 'The King of Rock and Roll...
I started it all, i've been tole'.
Form:
Stubbed my toe
Here I stand a little over two-thousand years later.
The worlds are not the same, coming from the creator.
One ritually set to hold fast,
the other has forgotten the laws of the past.
I look about entranced into the wonder of how this came to be.
This is not what I thought it would be.
I was born like any other man in the present,
through a line of sin not hesitant.
As I grew older, I became entangled in the worlds flesh.
It started simple, just taking things that had other owners, what a mess
My mother had no control over me; the honor was gone.
And then it was not long,
Before I would provoke false accusations against my neighbors;
for the little possessions of his labor’s.
His wife to start with and maybe his daughter two and any other lustful thing my eye catches
All the way to the grave where he lay……
The flowers by the way.
Soon thereafter my pride set in,
my eyes began to see the lust there set to begin.
I began to pay mind to the whisper’s in my ear,
the words of all those jezebel’s, my dear.
My head began to swell.
There was not much left of that simple check list.
I felt as if the holly spirit had been offended, I insist
by my many doubtful words It was a twist of the wrist.
I had been tempted again two thousand years later.
I feel so much more like a traitor,
In a world where children are holly and clean.
I know that sounds mean,
thank the sins of the forefathers
For there’s have taken their own tole.
It’s a place where I have stubbed my toe.
And now I will reap what I sow.
I have left my flesh free to roam
All the pleasures of your life,
This place you call home
I have not the control my sins do hold.
By Desi E. Sherman 9/19/2010
I'm not sure
just what tomarow will bring
because yesterday you gave me heart ache,misery & pain
today gave me the chance to see you'r face again
to make you smile & laugh once or twice
oh you know it's true
just like we did when we were lover's
walking hand in hand
embracing a new love
embracing a new friend
Though just for a moment
I gazed into those eye's
with all my heart & soul
I dare not try to hide
or keep the rain from rolling down
while my heart was drowning deep inside
It took all this one lover
you seldom called you'r man
could bring myself to bare
not to break down & give into, negative despair
Tough as it may be,to smile while we cry, sometime's it's for the best,if we put the hurt aside
though not forever,just at least until it's time
to deal with what we can & let go of what we must
or at least we must try
if only to help heal, the unintended pain's, we'v placed on each of us
That's why I've made this decision,hard as it may be for me at times,even tougher for one to
keep
This promise of compassion,from this worn down soul,not to loose myself in hate,or loose
my self control
but remember to show warmth & kindness through open hearted understanding
for there surely is another hurting,& taken by love's tole
So an oath to myself I'm making,for true love I'll be waiting,with every heart beat aching
longing for thy real love,to come around & save me
Untill that fine day,when ever it will be
to keep a part of my heart open,for the one that's ment to be
for if I loose sight of how to love
then love might loose sight of me..........BY. SCOTTIE B GARROW. 12/5/09
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
’
Yah ‘sposed, tah bee ah liter rite?
Butt ya playin’ roun wit da won,
Whooz comin’ bak leyek ah,
Theef en dah nite.
Win yah ain’t treet mi rite,
Yah naglect’d dah powah uv God.
Cuz onlee wit Him ah wuz,
Ovalookin’ wat ewe wuz doin’,
Ta mi fah da harvest ,
Of God’s chirren bein’ edumacated,
Mi yah outrite hated.
Butt dats awrite God-n-eye,
Gon’ win dis feyght.
Ah wheel hav’ victuree cuz ah,
Choze ta spread luv butt ewe,
Choze ta spread mizuhree.
Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe ramyned mi uv ol’Pharoah,
Hoo woodn’t lett God’s pipahs goh.
Ah didden wanna fase yah awl dose
Otha daze.
Butt God help’d mi leyek God help’d,
Moses speek up tah ol’Pharoah.
God tole Moses tah lett mah pipahs goh.
God telling mi ta tale yah phake Pharoah
Tah lett mi chirren’s goh.
Ah noh ah hatta bee roun ewe sum moh.
Butt itell bee worfwile,
Cuz God wantz freedom,
Fah ebbery chile.
Yah hut mi fah alil wile,
Butt we’ll bee at da prahmased lan’,
An out uv yah Egypt.
Cuz fah awl uv uz ta prospa,
Iz God’s plan.
Ansoon we won’ be roun ewe no moh.
Wheel nat laugh leyek yah didaht mi.
Win trajudee nocks aht yah doh.
Wheel helpyah cuz God,
Wantz uz awl tah bee free.
Frum dah phake phone’ powah,
Uv da enumee.
wrote 6-27-10
Written: October 23, 2023
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In an expanse full of vibrant marvels, I roam.
A restless poet soul, aiming for a spot to call home.
Amid storms and destiny's unremitting draw.
I sustain to propel upward, my spirit strong flaw.
Stand shoulder close by with the towering trees.
I still sway, in sequence states of sublime sleaze.
Having both a zesty sanity and a nexus soul.
I am a lover of tales and contemporary tole.
At a wooden desk, wrapped with trepidation.
I reveal the enigmas unveiled in my orientation.
Salvaged from time, akin to riches of the past.
I dabble with words, trying to craft a story to last.
In frostbitten palms, emotions nestling deep,
I decry solace in the icy promises they keep.
Quenched by the whispers of wind and icy breath,
I let my thoughts wander, defying death.
Inside my mind, a world unfolds,
Where stories are told and destinies are bold.
With each word written, a new chapter unfurls
As the wanderer's tale takes flight and twirls.
Through wooden limbs and ancient lore,
I paint a canvas of emotions galore.
From the storms of passion to the calm of peace,
Every word I write, every line I release,
Carries the essence of my wandering soul,
A tapestry of longing, of life's intricate toll.
For in the words I weave, my spirit finds release,
And the wanderer's tale finds its eternal peace.
>>>>>>>>>Have you ever seen the look in a little girls eyes
When she looks up at mommy and ask ,why?
What did i do wrong? why am i in so much pain?
Please help me mommy before it drives me insane.
The look of fearand anguish thats fills a mothers eyes
When there are no answers or a reason why.
Doctors try to sooth a frighten mothers mind
By saying she will be ok, she will be just fine.
High fever, the flu and the asthma takes its tole
On this poor little girl who isent that old.
Doctors told the mom, your baby girl had a febrile seizure
She needed to be monitored and to controll her high fever.
Prayers, medication and love would help along the way
To cure this little girl thats so sick here today.
After the fever had broken they said she can go home
Thank you doctor, now i dont feel so scared or alone.
After bundleing her up for the drive back to town
Her dad was told the news and now has a smile instead of a frown
When something like this happens, your whole world shatters
But when the good news comes in, thats all that matters.
Bait ready, line in the water,
it is in the waiting that taught her...
its all in the way you put out the tease,
chumming the water for fishing the seas...
as the schools begin to near
easy meals entice the absense of fear...
slowly and smoothly reel in the line,
you have their attention, they're ready to dine...
May I catch a moment of your time?
Having it makes me feel real and sublime...
give me your interests, and I'll give you a piece,
in this little game of catch and release....
the pain of hunger is taking its tole,
instinct draws you in close as I pull at the pole
you nibble the bait approaching the hook
but here little bites bring on a second look
Ah, the pole bounces and the fisherman smiles,
it all goes to show and its been a while...
then the pole bends and now its time to pull in
the awaited moment thats about to begin...
May I catch a moment of your time?
Having it makes me feel real and sublime...
give me your interests, and I'll give you a piece,
in this little game of catch and release....
Since you were lured
I pull you a board
and measure you....
measure your growth,
but just rest assured,
you are adored...
I kiss you on the lip
as you flounder and flip
in my grip...
I only mean to help, I only mean to give,
return you to water so that you may live....
See, I got to hold you and you got to eat,
I played you and we got to meet....