Long Townsfolk Poems
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Inspired by Charmed, Season 3, Episode 14: "The Good, the Bad and the Cursed". A lesson about courage and doing the right thing. Bo's potential death triggers a curse that needs to be broken by the townsfolk. The raven is a talisman and guide.
I have a deep respect and reverence for our Native American tribes. They are the true ancestors of North America and have much to teach us about respecting each other, traditions and the earth.
Thank you to Michael Greyeyes for your contributions to our world. Blessings and best wishes.
Everything is connected
By Michelle Morris
18/07/2023
Our world is in our hands
Our souls are in our hands
Our choices are in our hands
Our future is in our hands
One person can make a difference
One person can change a life
One person can make an impact on the world
One person can fill hearts and minds with light
Let us stand up, even when we are afraid
Let us stand up for what is right
Let us show goodness and mercy
Let us embrace our divinity and courage
We have ancestors who passed on knowledge
We have wisdom within our souls
We have a planet filled with hope
We have a future if we are decisive and bold
Everything comes down to choices
Everything is connected
Everything is possible if we act
Everything is energy and potential
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
Even looking
Gives you the chill
The Fairy hill
Mound of the dead
When white silhouettes walk
The townsfolk dread
A ship lost at sea
Engulfed by the mass
The cries of their drown
Rise through the grass
They call out the names
Of their loved ones they miss
This night of the dead
As they float through the mist
This crew of souls
Lost in their roam
Thousands of miles
From their Argentine homes
What amazes the townsfolk
Of Inverness
This crew lost at sea
In roaming distress
Their ship was lost
Of the Falklands coast
Thousands of miles away
But we see their ghosts
So when the full moon shines
On Tomnahurich Hill
No blood is spilt
Only their ghostly return will
To continue the Ghost trail, having being tagged by Sara Kendrick,
in turn i tag Mr Vince Suzadail Jr to do a ghost poem and tag a soul.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy3.php
One evening, in a sleepy Connecticut town, the locals saw a peculiar sight,
a UAP had landed in an empty field, and man, it lit up the night.
They were, axiomatically, from a distant galaxy, here to explore our shared cosmic space,
their metallic-phallic-rocket was multicolor pastel bright, like a carnival showcase.
There were cows that mooed approvingly and dogs that barked up at the sky,
like they needed to show where the thing came from - no one really knew why.
Soon little green people-like beings emerged, they had big, wide eyes that looked eerie,
but then again, this is how they’d always looked in movies and on TV.
"Take us to your leader," they said, but it was hard to take them seriously,
because this is America and most of us disagree on who that leader should be.
Someone brought out lawn chairs and the alien-astronauts settled in,
tables appeared shortly thereafter with a spread of pies, casseroles and fried chicken.
They spoke of their interstellar journeys, of planets far and wide,
of space cafes and wormhole highways and how gravity worked like tides.
One of the kids played some music and the explorers started to move,
soon we were having a dance-off - which they won - with some wacky, cosmic moves.
As morning light edged the horizon, our little green friends waved goodbye,
after saying that in some ways they envied us and our simple terrestrial lives.
Though they never promised to revisit, when the sky turns certain shade of blue,
townsfolk will set up a pasture party - just in case they do.
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*Webster: Axiomatic: something understood as obviously true
It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face, he was all dressed in black
An old boy was heard to say "I think he's come back".
He took his horse to the stable, then went to the boarding house
Before he went in looked across the street, to the town jailhouse
There was a familiar figure sat outside, in a rocking chair
Cradling a Winchester and the stranger, felt his cold stare.
He'd returned after all these years; he had something to prove
And just after a few days back in town, he would make his move
But Sheriff Koplin is no fool and he had planned up far ahead
And had formed a posse whilst the stranger slept in his bed.
Three fiesty girls from the saloon, Jan and Jenna, Tania too
And a Texas ranger called David who was just passing through
With gambler Milton who was deadly, with a colt forty five
And Tom the undertaker who looked more dead than alive.
It was the evening of the showdown; the stranger came out of the saloon
The sun was now setting but the tension had been building up since noon
From his holster he withdrew his pistol and then fired shots up into the air
The stranger was not one for living a peaceful life and he just didn't care.
Sheriff Koplin approached him and said "Hand over your gun"
And the stranger replied "Lighten up man, I'm just having fun"
The stranger was laughing now and looking down at his feet
The townsfolk were nervous and had disappeared off the street.
Then behind the stranger came a shout in a loud Texas drawl
It was Jenna disguised as an old woman, covered with a shawl
"You heard the sheriff " she shouted, "Put your gun on the ground"
The air was now thick with tension and you couldn't hear a sound.
Then from nowhere the rest of the posse appeared pistols in hand
They abhorred bullies and conflict and were prepared to make a stand
The stranger realised he couldn't win and threw his gun down
Walked to the livery stable to get his horse, and rode out of town.
The drama was now over but it could have gone either way
Sheriff Koplin and his posse restored peace, and had won the day
It was now days end in Soup Creek in that peaceful frontier town
All you could hear were chirping crickets as the sun was going down.
Written on 20th May 2022.
Gangs are here
And their here to stay
Going about their day to day
Harassing me
Harassing you
Infidels in our Human Zoo
Triads, Yakuza
The Wild West
Terrorised townsfolk
With their gangland zest
Mafia, Nizari
Guys like Al Capone
Persecuted the innocents
Never leaving them alone
Identification through various ways
Communication
Street says
Tattoos, piercings
Dressed sense too
The Gangs of our Human Zoo
Members are many
In certain cities
Victimise the weak
Pick on the pity
These are kids
Of mums and dads
What makes them
Turn out so bad
Brothers, sisters
No questions asked
Shot and knifed
A Gangland task
It makes them no better
Than you or me
We are the difference
A different sanity
In her lifetime, a cow produces
Two hundred thousand glasses of milk
Wow, they must be total wrecks
After a hundred they must start to wilt
Your average domestic cat bombs along
At about thirty-one miles an hour
Especially if old family dog, Rover
Is attempting her hide to devour
Did you know that old George W. Bush
Was once a cheerleader in college
I'll bet your life is finally complete
Since I passed on that bit of knowledge
People spend over three and a half years
Whiling away life on the can
Headstones should be shaped like toilets
And also be equipped with a fan
There's a town in PA called Intercourse
I wonder what prompted the townsfolk
To call their town such a provocative name
Guess it was their idea of a joke
Studies show most Australian women
Will have sex on the very first date
Booking my ticket tomorrow morning
Heard their climate there is great
Seems the next place after the bedroom
Most people have sex in the car
I'm writing this poem from the back seat
Of my gorgeous Nissan GT-R
A thousand birdies die each year
From smashing headlong into windows
Sure not the smartest of God's little creatures
Just one step up from the minnow
Okay, just a bit more of this crazy talk
Then I really must take my leave
You lose weight by just smelling bananas
I find that quite hard to believe!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The undertaker at Butcher's Funeral Parlor received the dreadful call.
Seems old Senator Cheatum keeled over and succumbed at the local mall!
His untimely demise spurred the undertaker to set a series of events in motion,
To ensure that everything went smoothly with a minimum of commotion!
Senator Cheatum made prior funeral arrangements including the care of his cat.
He was to be interred in Glorious Sunrise Cemetery in a pleasant, shady plat.
Mr. Butcher, the undertaker, had to arrange for guys to excavate his grave,
So he collared three of the town's ne-er-do-wells, Arnold, Cletus and Dave.
He found them hanging out at Clyde's Saloon guzzling Old Milwaukee beers!
Those fellers had dug graves for dozens of townsfolk for years and years.
They loaded their shovels and a couple of cases of beer in Dave's pickup truck.
They figured on having the job completed before the sun set with any luck.
They measured the plat to a precise four by six and when all was ready,
Their elbows flew as they shoveled that hallowed clay, albeit, a bit unsteady!
They paused for a break every fifteen minutes or so to tap another brew.
As the grave reached the prescribed six feet, it grew more and more askew!
In their bleary-eyed state they weren't concerned about the esthetics of it all.
They just wanted to pack up their gear and head for Clyde's Saloon and Pool Hall.
They eyed their handiwork, drank some more and Cletus was heard to expound:
"Shucks, that old fart was so crooked that they could screw him in the ground!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Stay tuned - sequel to follow!
Once upon a time a story was written.
Dancing letters glide across the pages.
Him and her together. Eyes met. Smitten.
Epic Journeys; wars the villain wages.
Twists and turns throughout this leave us guessing.
Does the hero save the girl, however?
Racing toward her; gripping and stressing.
Fighting dragons. He will fight forever.
Most heroic. Saves the girl. The day too.
Scared townsfolk afraid no longer. Cheerful.
Wedding. Princess. Prince to be. This love true.
Holy union. Happy couple. Tearful.
Life is less a book, and scripts offhanded.
Plotless stories. Rules unwritten. Candid.
The thing about Mary that was extraordinary
Was her parents on her pulled a fast one.
They gave her a first name, multiplied it by two,
But neglected a middle and last one.
And so Mary Mary was deemed quite contrary,
But, oh, what a green thumb had she.
Though she didn't grow okra,
Tomatoes, or peas,
Or cucumbers, parsnips,
Or beets, if you please,
Her strange garden plot
Was as full as could be.
She diligently toiled
With spade, rake, and hoe
Planting silver bells, cockleshells,
And pretty maids in a row.
All the townsfolk agreed
Mary's skills were incredible,
But it was a community garden,
And they would have preferred she
Grow something more edible.
From out of the mist he traveled alone,
rising up from the sea.
A patch on his eye a hook for a hand,
he came to set the pirates free.
Sure they pilaged, burnt down part of the town,
for a pirate must be who he be.
Freedom and gold coins treasures and maps,
to be raised up from the sea.
In the mist their mistress waits for them,
a ship called Serenity.
She needs her crew to sail the seven seas,
a woman of grand mystery.
They joined with her, so very long ago,
their mistress of the sea.
she beckoned them all, they must return,
without pirates who would she be?
Her journey would end here in this harbor,
her voyage of insanity.
The Captain charged to complete his task,
rising up with power from the sea!
The Captain so brave he approached the town,
he said "ye better be listenen to me.
There is somethin I'll be tellin ya all,
you're goin to want to be settin me boys free.
Or haunted you'll be all a yer days,
A serpent will rise up from the sea."
"For the ship she be our only master,
our mistress of the sea."
"She will not let you lock her men away.
be persuaded to listen to me."
"I truthfuly speak to one and all,
the ship can be a cruel enemy!"
The townsfolk release all the pirates,
once again they all be free.
Back home with their mistress,
the mysterious Serenity.
Ist attempt at a ballad.