Long Tradegy Poems
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Rainbow like reflection in the wispy jet clouds against periwinkle blue morning
sky. Jets going where? One going in an unusual direction across one in the set
pattern of travel. Since the latest happening with a jet one's thoughts turns to the
incident. Try to put tradegy away, compartmentalize it. Tiny pears are on the trees
survivors of the warm, cold, frost, warm, cold back and forth weather. God is good
even though mankind's nature runs to evil. The sun comes on up into the wispy clouds.
A beautiful day given to mankind in this area. Spring weather that is so comfortable.
Thank you God for this day. Help me to use it as best for you. Amen
Douglas Moffatt went to Dumfries
To try to find some work
Though he didn't have a job
He had never been known to shirk
There he saw Mary Port
A very pretty girl
Whose lovely smile delighted him
And set his mind all in a whirl
They stepped out together hand in hand
Mary Port and he
Then one day with a smile and a kiss
She invited him home for tea
There he met her sister
Who took him aside
She said Mary had a suitor
She was promised as his bride
The suitors name was Clarence Field
A very nasty man
She said “If he find out about you
He will kill you if he can”
Douglas didn't care at all
Mary was his love
He swore that he would marry her
He swore by the Lord above
But Clarence Field sought him out
He challenged him to fight
A duel with weapons of his choice
To take place that very night
Douglas he chose pistols
He wasn't going to yield
So that night they faced each other
At ten paces in a field
Just as they cocked their pistols
They heard Mary shout out “stop !”
She jumped in between them
But too late and she was shot
A single bullet pierced her heart
And as she lay on the ground
She whispered “I love you both”
As the people gathered round
The two men looked at each other
and both of them cried
As their tears began to fall
Mary sadly died
Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man
School marm a mentor who understands
Parents who love him to them he is grand
In the inner city not totally safe
School marm a mentor who understands
Jimmy gunned down by those who are mean
In the inner city not totally safe
He goes threw the ghetto to get to her place
Jimmy gunned down by those who are mean
Parents who love him to them he is grand
He goes threw the ghetto to get to her place
Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man
(Story loosely interpertative from It's Supernatural about a family who had one son born late
in life and this young man would visit an elderly school teacher eveyday and help her with
things she needed done and she encouraged him to read poetry and fine writers. He was
gunned down one day and he appeared to her one day when she needed someone.)
I just looked up my DNA profile from a couple of years back to see whether I should be feeling patriotic today - apparently I'm 21% Irish and it was rather specific - 19% Leinster and 2% Munster on the maternal branch (+18% Northern Irish from the paternal side) - I could definitely justify a Guinness.
Having traced back my family tree I think it's mostly from a poor Irish girl sent to give birth in a English workhouse, with that baby (great grandfather on my mother's side) brought up by a willing childless English family. Given the poverty and lack of opportunity, he was still a demonstrably intelligent man with beautiful handwriting (though more tradegy than celebration in his cut short life and he died when my Grandad was 4 years old). An Irish surname was on his birth certificate, which apparently has roots in Munster. I feel very English though but maybe I have Ireland to thank for my exam successes.
My best pint on St Patrick's Day was in Prague - me and my friend had decided we were best never drinking again but then saw the date and went in the nearest Irish bar and ordered a Guinness, said goodbye to our hangovers and had a great time! Actually that might be the only time I've had a drink on St Patrick's Day, so I definitely can't call myself Irish! :)
Happy St Patrick's Day!
How do I escape my life of misery. Do I run away or do I hide away. None of my
choices seem feasible because where can I go to escape tradegy or how conceal
could I be so that no one can see me. How could I be like the great Houdini who
escape traps; as for I, How can I escape life. Or how could I be like the incredible
David Copperfield who eluded object making them invisible, so that ,no one can
notice me. All my notions are idealistic and not realistic, so the best thing to do is to
expire, that will do the trick. Therefore, making me the greatest illusionist and
escapist artist that ever been - to create more than illusion and to escape the
greatest escape... and that is cease to exist. That is how I will escape my life of
misery.
My first vote was for a Man who would not live long in the job. But to me had I known he would not be long in the job; was the greatest person. This was my first vote, I cherished it. Had he lived, I would put him in office now. He was handsome, he had cherisma, and he was the first Catholic President. None of that mattered to me. I thought because he was young, he could make a difference from the old stuffy ones that came before. I was young; just eighteen. He had a style of speech that could charm the skin off a cat. He was not cruel, but don't test him, because he could cut you into pieces like that of a sharp knife.
Everyone who knew of this man felt he could win hands down against his appointment. He made strides in his time Bay of pigs, Moon walk, and so much more. And when he was killed the World mourned. It came out that there were not good sides to his character, but that didn't matter. He had vision for the future of the country and he carried them out. None of us is perfect, but we have no insight. This man was brilliant. In thought, in word and in deed. And his flame will never burn out. I'm talking about JFK. A great President, And History agrees. Best and almost last vote, I have made. However, tradegy follows with the exception of his daughter who still lives. However, in life there are lessons to be learned. Learn them well America, learn them well.
So this is it
Where I take my place
In these ever changing seasons
As I turn I learn where it all went wrong
Where time cut me so deep
In that moment of judgement
I ran away
I took a place that was not meant for me
I've wandered past my sanity
Right past all those signs
I feared it all
Oh how it consumed me
The tradegy of trying to fit in
It was no accident when all of it collided
So many mortal wounds
How did I survive
Barely by the skin of my teeth
Oh the scars still so visible
Almost like they could be cut again
As I reflect on where I am at now
I am not even close to what was intended for me
I write so many words
I explore so many emotions
This moment in time right now
Is where all my decisons will come full circle
I pray they are all I need to see I am so much more then before.