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The “Down the Road” girl is shadowing me,
loitering late at the end of my street,
lit up in fluorescents and pageantry
from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
From where I stand, she is a distant sun,
with skin so pale you would swear she’s aglow.
She’s auburn hair that’s swept up in a bun,
bright eyes that bring back nights from years ago.
And she has tracked me here, this queen with no crown,
smoking a cigarette and looking coy.
She was a nova once, since dimmed and down,
come seeking revenge on a sun-worn toy.
Brandishing light that swells with darkness past,
she buries me deep, in long shadows cast.
10/6/25
Submitted for: Long Shadows
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Fall; somewhere up north
an Indian kept one's vaneri
an image of thy soul kept a roth
of a great legendary story
a girl so beautiful an pretty
kept all three brother's witty
an threw th' dice at war
Up against th wall shadows crawl
leave behind th fall an novel all
a stroke of an old man kept th' role
to never end yet keep thou pole
of life an birth that thou art call
inspired by th' movies gracious facts
having touched th' inner glimpse
beautiful actor's tracked in act
of playing a story by d're lips
smoke an war left a hint of a branch
of a tree of a family of a bears waul
of power an strength thou art placed
reality hence felt an threw th' race
scientists say men come from apes we think
but the bible tells us there is no link
scientist say i'll stick to theory
but what they dont know is God's true fury
hypothesis, experiment an educated guess
if they just read the bible there wouldnt be all this mess
theory this and theory that
just to prove whats already fact??!!!
most of this is already tracked
just read the bible from front to back
a world wide flood they say??
read Genesis chapter six through eight
evolution and energy
a tenth dimension and relativity
omgee!!!what am i to do
all these fancy words to keep me confused
thermodynamics and radiation
time space continuum and inflation
all these terms and all these phrases
what happen to love and peace and giving praises?
i dont know but it sure is funny
how everything is controlled by money
and if you dont know what im talking about friend
just read 1st timothy chapter six verse ten
they call it diet, they think they're smart
the bible calls it fasting, did they miss that part??
but i guess they're all just full of pride
because they dont have God inside :)
JED.
Jed the horse thief was a bit of a dope
Stole a pretty horse and tried to elope
Folk declared him a horse thief
And for giving them much grief
They dangled him at the end of a rope...
PADDY O'HARE.
A deep sea diver called Paddy O'Hare
Was on the sea bed without any care
His watch he forgot to check
Coughed and said" oh flippin heck"
Never surfaced cos he ran out of air...
BARTHOLOMEW LOTT.
The great explorer Bartholomew Lott
Was in the jungle with Jimmy the Scot
Cannibal's came in the night
They both put up a great fight
But were outnumbered and put in a pot...
FRED.
Fred tried to run away with his lover
Was caught in the act by his dear mother
She said this cannot be
T'will end in tragedy
His lover was the wife of his brother...
JIHADI (WON'T BE MISSED).
Bin Sayed said everything will be fine
Told a Jihadi bomber to cross the line
But Jihadi didn't know
Something was about to blow
A loud kaboom when he stepped on a mine...
LOUISE.
An old woman by the name of Louise
Had a fur coat that made everyone sneeze
Also they'd start to twitch
And scratch raw from the itch
She found out it was infested with fleas...
KEITH THE TROLL
There was a vile and nasty troll called Keith
Bullied the weak and shy into defeat
He lived in a small town
A victim tracked him down
Now he's seen walking around with no teeth...
Written 26th February 2020.
Fierce Arctic blasts were but things of my past
Once I found romance in the south of France.
How could she entrance with one simple glance?
My lonely love fast was over at last.
No longer alone with wine of the Rhone
We shared fresh claret at the Blue Parrot,
Love, I declared it, for her hair carrot
With its golden tone banded with opal stone.
We traveled to Nice to visit my niece
At the Eden Roc and enjoyed sweet talk;
The sand shore we’d walk and watch sailors caulk.
Our joy had to cease when came the police.
I'd made my exit, a jailbird Brexit,
From a Finnish cell much too cold to tell.
It was love’s death knell as law tracked me well.
To be explicit, Finns caught this nitwit.
It is Arctic cold where I will grow old
My crimes to atone ‘til I’m skin and bone.
My heart lives alone with dreams of the Rhone
Where claret is sold; and your hand I hold.
1/30/2019
Ignominy hewed into comeuppance,
where yours truly aggrieved state
far worse fate
than becoming deceased, though
years gone by since meek kin
grievously afflicted soundly did berate
deplorable marital indiscretion
this mister (wordsmith) forced opaque
double life undetected
confession subsequently told mate,
she (nor eldest daughter)
riled, none to pleased, nonplussed
the latter (now living/working of late
San Francisco, California),
thus distance doth abate
plus elapsed time buffer zone
lessens lesson learned never to copulate
(best if done early at any rate)
still loathes (at least smolders)
apt appellation liaison found papa
caught with figurative pants down lil mandate
formerly loosed upon Venus to excavate
as no fallacy warm prickly didst deflate
no stranger as expletive ingrate
attests no more Casanova trait
deservedly called him regarding
extramarital tete a tete
apology made forgiveness accepted,
thou accept culpability I narrate
wife high infidelity transgression,
mine inferiority complex
sex seeded to emasculate
all throughout boyhood,
adolescence, young manhood,
veritable entire lifetime spate
whereby fourscore and seven years ago
minus seventeen orbitz hied dedicate
mastermind pursuit didst facilitate
matt's scott's getgo automatically
begat self worthlessness
dismal social withdrawal didst accentuate
courtesy threatening taunts,
name calling, bullying as master bait
helped discredit any shred and underrate
me yet, now vestigial self confidence
helps me to reevaluate
within calmer metaphorical seas
how to steer this wallowing,
lumbering, aging... frigate
plus a brief plug for Colgate,
nonetheless choppers rotted
legacy courtesy dental quandary...
subsequently oral crisis did abate
quick lemme abbreviate
courtesy periodontal disease
dentures fitted hence concludes
tracked train of thought I freight.
Change is what we need to do, a perfect crime
Working 24/7 on lazy, crazy, busy, fussy days…gone astray, going cray-cray…
Focused and song-tracked at the same time
I flawed flawless on fleek, being a geek…seeking praise in many a-weird way…
Obviously, I’m a joke not taken lightly
Obliviously, you choke on blameworthy words
Stop YOUR Scrutinizing that you do so easily
I made up a new genre called “rop” – part pop and rap… as absurd as hatebirds
“I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sickah” –Beyoncé “Partition”
Beyoncé’s halo shines bright and she goes beyond say with her every action of saturated satisfaction and glamorized interaction, a daily diva decision
All eyes shower me with stage fright and yes, I quoted the Queen of POP
You got a prob? Don’t be a snob and chuckle sob…because it’s my job to get people giggling with poetic fiddling…and I will not put it on a STOP
From a distance, you can be merry and party when you see my reputation go from a fame-fairy skyscraper to a rodent, barreling in the filthy ground
I have bled out crimson creativity
Naturally, its this ink I called alienated ambition
It’s my cemented ink exclusively
Apparently, they say that I have naïve intuition
They don’t see the way I stare at them,
My eyes red-wide with hate.
My tolerance has built up slow,
Skin is thicker then they know.
Can’t forgive the things they did to you,
Can’t forget that circus show-trial.
They say ‘society’ made them so,
Guilt the jury to let them go.
I remember how you used to smile,
And how you used to laugh…
Until they broke you dead inside,
Until that day your dreams did die.
The pain sets deep
It hurts so much,
But it’s not as bad,
As the original cuts.
With such evil,
I’d have no truck,
But I’ll make them pay
For the original cuts.
I tracked them down and found their homes,
Where they ‘didn’t do nothing wrong.’
I’ve found the three who corned you,
Who did things that no man would do.
They think they’ve got me, three-to-one
But I see an even draw,
Fueled by visions etched in red
Of them holding you to that bed.
They laugh, call me a stupid fool,
To come down here late at night,
My blade comes out, there’s no more grin
I’ll show them the wages of sin!
The knife goes deep
It hurts so much,
But it’s not as bad,
As the original cuts.
They plead and cry,
They’re out of luck.
I must make them pay
For the original cuts.
(An invented ghost tale)
A tale was told how centuries ago
at one old wooden bridge, there had occurred
a tragedy, for led there by some foe,
three children, by his scythe, were massacred.
It plagued my mind what drove him to this act;
how evil could prevail and not atone!
So one dank night the path to death I tracked,
and on the bridge I found myself alone.
Then suddenly I shrank. There loomed ahead
a disembodied soul with horror’s face.
Then circling endlessly the bridge, he fled,
as smaller ghosts with bandied blades gave chase.
Three gravestones lie nearby - no less. . . no more.
And yet the spirits I had seen were four!
An oldie for Carolyn Devonshire's Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
VIGNETTE FORM an example
In the base motor pool
See an off-limits card school-
A scheming Bilko takes the pot
Hoodwinking top brass was his game,
Fast talking his claim to fame.
Vignette=a 5 line light verse that tells a short story some further examples as below
VIGNETTE-ALL OF A ZITHER
Across Vienna's old town
In a sewer underground,
They tracked down..Harry LIme,
A Third Man in a crime-
To music so sublime.
VIGNETTE -ON THE BEACH
Prone,lying side by side
Lapped by an ebbing tide,
Together upon passion's ride-
In love's embrace enlocked
This watershed,no longer shocks.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEY-IMAGIST
A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.
Tribute vignette to Adelaide Crapsey,the American creator of the Cinquain form
VIGNETTE- STRINGS & HARPS
A vaporetto upon the sea
A love departs that could never be-
Tears trickle down face,
Mahler played at his slowest pace,
Langsum,adagietto-slow.
Scene from Death in Venice
A EULOGY-VIGNETTE
William,lived and died in Perth
Buried now in Scottish turf-
Diarist,poet extraodinaire
I do declare...lived a life of pain
Yet..lasting fame lies in his cinquain
tribute to my favourite Scottish poet -William Soutar note
my book of over 100 of his cinquains FLOWERS OF LIFE (isbn 1 903203 473)@ 25$ remains available to buy
Vignette-FILLED WITH THE SPIRIT
Immersed in the Jordan,flowing fast
In readiness for an awesome task
The Spirit descended like a dove
This man here is my beloved-
He still baptises from above
Full story at Math 3:16/17